#zelink smut

[syndxlla]

best friends don’t look at each other the way we do

A low stakes, high reward, and self-indulgent Zelink fan fiction. Canon-compliant. Takes place between BOTW and TOTK.

Heavily inspired by my Zelink thoughts

I wanted to dig into the dirty, grimly reality of being the saviors of the world and not knowing how to be the savior of yourself. But you can find that safety in another person.

Fan fiction warnings: Canon-typical violence, eventual smut (in later chapters, characters are consenting adults), references to self-harm, eating-disorders, and a lot of angst. Each chapter will have chapter-specific warnings.

Chapter one: I used to tie your shoes

Song: We’ll never have sex by Leith Ross

Summary: Fresh off Hyrule Field, Link and Zelda have to face life after the Calamity, and come to terms with the long road to physical, emotional, and mental recovery.

Warnings: Vomiting, trauma, canon-typical violence, eating-sensitivity

Word count: 3.7k words

Author’s Note: I am so excited to share this. Please share and support this in anyway. I drew this art for the cover :) chapter begins after the page break. I love you guys. Also, these chapters won’t be heavily edited. Ignore any grammatical/spelling errors pls

Time. We never seem to have enough time. Green grass burns soft red embers into the field, a horse’s mane is rebraided at the nearest stable, and the stars shine as if nothing changed. Because it hadn’t, not really. The sun will still rise in the east and set in the west. The birds will still sing their songs at daybreak and the fireflies will still flicker at dusk. Nothing changed, but everything did. The air feels lighter, the sun feels warmer and yet Zelda’s fingers still shake as if she was in the snowy Hebra peaks.

The Princess by nature, is very gentle. She’s soft and patient at heart, but was placed under such strenuous situations all through her youth that caused her to often snap or lash out. But not now. Currently she is silent, stone-cold and confused. She was in shock. And Link could tell.

“Here.” He pulls out a baked apple from his pack, handing it to her. He has to get her attention twice before she finally takes it, their hands brushing for a moment. Her awareness returns to her gaze then, her bright-green eyes meeting his.

“I-I’m so sorry.” She sighs, her voice weak. “I’m just… so tired.” Link tries not to show his distress, but she notices his demeanor change as well. “How much further?” She says, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

“Probably another hour and a half. It’s just through those mountains.” He points.

“Dueling peaks. I remember.” She nods. “I remember everything.”

“Everything?” He asks as he starts to dig around a pack on the rear end of Epona, searching for his rito attire. It was starting to get dark, and she hadn’t stopped shaking since they left Castle Town almost three hours ago.

Zelda nods once.

Her silence speaks volumes.

He yanks out his snowquill armor, finally. “Do you remember anything from the last hundred years?” She doesn’t answer right away, she instead takes a smaller than small bite out of the apple. “Zel? Can I put this on you? You’re still shivering.” He asks, looking at her blank, traumatized stare. “It’s from the Rito, it’s soft as a cloud and will keep you warm for the rest of the way.”

“The Rito.” She sighs. “Revali…”

Link realizes that she hasn’t had any time to process what she just went through. She had spent the last one hundred years deeply focused, probably in a trance-like state. He places a hand on her cheek. “Look at me.” His voice is gentle and welcoming, not forcing her at all. She looks at him, their eyes locking. “Breathe with me.”

They take two deep, heavy breaths. They sync their inhales, exhaling together.

“It’s over. It’s all over, okay?” He reassures her. “It’s not coming back. It’s just us now, alright?”

She swallows, still emotionless. “You’ve changed.” She says.

“So have you.” Link smiles in an attempt to comfort her. “Can I put this shirt on you?” He asks again. She answers faster than she usually had, nodding twice this time. Link bunches up the excess fabric before pulling the head-opening over her hair. He then guides each one of her hands through the arm-holes. Link takes a moment to adjust the garb around her torso until it was probably positioned around her shaking body. She immediately sighs in relief.

“You talk more.” She mumbles, looking at him as he gently wraps his fingers around her long, golden hair and softly pulls it out of the shirt, knowing how much it irritates him when his hair is loose underneath a shirt.

He smiles again, “I do. Some people say I don’t shut up.” He tries to lighten the mood.

“Like who?”

“Impa.” He sighs.

Zelda’s eyes light up with that name. “Impa?”

He hums and nods. “We can go visit her when you’re feeling stronger, okay?”

“Okay…” Zelda looked down into her lap, the skirt of her goddess dress was barely white anymore. “I am going to get stronger, right?” She asks, her voice tender and broken.

Link’s heart sinks. Not because he’s worried she won’t, but rather because he feels responsible for putting her in this state.

“Of course.” He reassures. He believed it. He wanted to believe it.

“I’m… just so tired.” She repeats herself.

“I know, come on, let's get you a bed.” He then picks her up bridal style from the ground. They had stopped in the first place to get that rito armor for her. She rests her head against his chest as he lifts her onto Epona. She smells like burnt oil and exhaustion. He probably isn’t smelling any better.

They wouldn’t get to Hateno until noon at the earliest tomorrow, and traveling wasn’t doing anything for her recovery. He gets on Epona behind her, letting her weak body rest against his chest as they make their way to Dueling Peaks Stable. The road is quiet, so much quieter than it ever has been. The pair of lizalfos always swimming in the river aren’t there, and even the crickets suppress their chirps.

It’s post-apocalyptic. Literally. Link isn’t sure how to feel.

She throws up a few hundred feet from the stable. She gags and lurches over the side of the horse, somehow managing to keep it off of anyone. Not much comes out, she hasn’t eaten in over a century, but Link frowns when he realizes the apple probably triggered it. He silently curses himself out for causing her any form of distress. She dry heaves violently, and Link tries to hold her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. When she finishes, she holds her breath.

She can’t decide if she feels like she lost a bit of dignity or not. She holds back the tears that well in her eyes. Link breathes in to say something, but she raises her hand in protest. She would rather they act like it never happened. Neither of them say anything from there on, they just keep riding the final minute of the journey.

Everyone at the stable was asleep except for an attendant… who was also treading precariously between consciousness and a deep rest behind the counter.

“Excuse me?” Link asks to wake him up, hopping off of Epona after making sure Zelda would still be comfortable in his absence. She would never admit she wasn’t.

The man stirs awake with a jolt. He yawns, slightly startled, “So sorry, young man.” Link wouldn’t necessarily call himself young. He smirks softly.

“I’d like to board this horse till the morning, and we’d like one soft bed, please.” Link nods before setting down the required rupees. The man squints his eyes, taking the money in hand.

“Ah! It’s you! Link, was it?” He asks when Link turns his back to help Zelda down from the horse. “Jeez, you haven’t passed through here in at least six months! We were holding onto that old mare for you!” He gestures to their stables where a small gray spotted horse sleeps. Link’s first horse since he woke up from his century-long slumber. He only rode her in the beginning, when he was doing chores between Hateno, Kakariko and one time a longer trip to Zora’s Domain. But she’s old and weak, which is why she was easy to catch when Link was still regaining his strength. He stopped taking her out when he found Epona in the western part of Central Hyrule.

“Yeah… you guys can let her free.” He says as he sets Zelda down on the ground. She holds her cold hands together.

“Well uhh.. we tried. You see, after four months at a stable we let go of any forgotten pony’s, but she kept coming back.” He chuckled, his voice exhibiting a distinctive nasality.

“Here,” Link hands him a red rupee, not wanting to discuss an old horse any longer when he literally has the closest thing to a God in this world resting her head on his back. “Keep her for another month, I’ll come take care of her then. Okay?” Link asks. “Can I get that bed now?” Not impolite or forceful, he never was. He’s assertive but has a comforting cadence to his tone. For being such a talented swordsman, guard and easily the most deadly hylian in the entire kingdom, he was never rude or condescending. He was welcoming, and little kids often looked up at him with intimidation when they first met him, but it didn’t ever take long until they were chasing him with tree-branches while he fled and begged for mercy, letting them take him down with ease. The kids at the stables loved him, knew him by name, and would play as him in their silly pretend games.

The stable-man replies, “Of course! But you only asked for one bed, it’s not big enough to fit both of you.”

“I know, it’s for her not me.” Link then starts to guide her into the stable, where it’s much warmer and safer. Just because it’s quiet doesn’t mean it's safe. Hyrule is a dangerous place by nature, especially if you’re two century-old Gods being hunted for sport with the faces of children.

“You won’t sleep?” Zelda asks quietly behind him.

He doesn’t directly answer, and instead guides her to the bed. She’s weary, and he’s terrified of her not waking up. He wouldn’t be able to sleep even if he wanted to. He helps the Princess sit in the bed, and kneels before her to untie her sandals. When he touches the leather, he immediately gets transported into another memory.

It rips through him, just like the memories he had images of. Suddenly, he’s kneeling in the same position, but instead he was outside of the spring of courage. He looks up to see the clear sky, it’s sunset, and then his eyes meet Zeldas. Her face is rosy, and her eyes don’t have the blank stare they possess in the current time. He looks down at his fingers, tying the straps around her ankle.

“Really, you don’t have to do that.” She hums. He doesn’t respond. He never did back then. He finishes wrapping the leather around itself and then stands up. His face is emotionless. She looks at him, they’re about the same height. “I won’t be long this time.” She says. “I’m not expecting much anyways.” She sighs and then walks past him, but before she can get very far, he gently grabs onto her arm, holding her back. He doesn’t say anything but she can read his expression. He’s trying to tell her to have faith this time, just one more time.

Surely the Goddess would commune with her.

She shakes her head, and wades into the warm waters of the spring. Link turns to watch her, how her hair cascaded down her back, how her hands balled into fists. She turns around to look at him, their eyes meet. She smiles.

He comes back as fast as the scene played in his memory. He blinks a few times, and looks up at her. She doesn’t look any different, very little—if any—time seemed to pass. He doesn’t usually experience memories with someone, he wonders if she realized anything happened. Link didn’t even consider the fact he would keep receiving memories after the fact. His stomach turns, he feels like he’s lived two completely different lives and is forced to remember things from one that he doesn’t even relate to anymore. He doesn’t feel like the same person, the boy he was a hundred years ago is a complete stranger to him.

Link much preferred this life.

And that scares Zelda.

“I just remembered something.” He says. Zelda hums in response, a light-hearted noise that implies an inquiry. He elaborates, “I used to tie your sandals for you at the springs, didn’t I?” He asks.

Zelda smiles for the first time since they defeated Ganon. It’s a small pull of her lips, not showing any teeth but her eyes finally light back up. After she had asked if he remembered her on the field, she collapsed, not even aware of her own exhaustion until that moment. He ran to her aid, and ever since then she felt woozy, it only got worse the further from the castle they got.

“You did, yes.” She says. “I never asked you to, but since I was in the dress, you insisted.” She sighs. Link grunts in response. “It was very chivalrous.” Zelda adds.

They look at each other for a minute. Not saying anything. It was late, and two beds down there was a set of kid brothers sleeping. Link remembered them from their last visit. One of them wanted nothing to do with him, trying to act mature and ‘cool’. Link eventually won him over, though. They don’t speak out of fear of waking anyone. Zelda’s smile slowly fades away, and Link swallows thickly. They will never be the same.

He pulls her sandals off, her feet are filthy with century-old mud. He silently smiles about that. The closest thing to a Goddess in the entire world has dirty feet. How human of her.

Then, after pulling down the heavy rito-down blanket so she can slide in, he helps Zelda swing her legs into the bed. He pulls the blanket up to her neck, she lays on her side facing him. Her hands find their way up to her face, resting her cheek against them. Link pulls a short stool over to the bed, sitting on it and looking at her, bending at the waist.

“You’re not going to leave me, are you?” She asks in a timid, sleepy voice.

Link’s heart just about breaks when she asks. “Never.” He shakes his head. He takes his gloved hand and tucks a piece of her loose hair behind her pointed-ears. He lets his fingers linger a little bit longer than they should. “I will never ever leave you again.”

“Promise?” She asks, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.

“Promise.” He whispers, “Just as long as you promise to never leave me, okay?” He asks, ignoring the lump in this throat.

“Promise.” She says, taking her pinky finger and sticking it out for him. He wraps his finger with hers, which is far daintier and softer than he's ever been. She is a Princess, after all.

“Wake up in the morning, okay?” He whispers.

“Mhm.” She hums as her eyes slowly close. He tries to disconnect their pinky fingers, but she holds onto his. He leaves his hand in that position, letting her hold it until she falls fast asleep.

Link doesn’t move his hand until he’s certain it won’t wake her up from her much needed rest. He looks at her gentle, soft face. No one even understands what she just went through, no one ever will. He’s worried sick that she won’t make it through the night, and he keeps leaning his head down to listen to her breathing, or places a few fingers against her forehead to check her temperature.

He does his best to stay vigilant the entire night, not once even looking away from her. But just before the sun rises, his body suddenly catches up with his mind. He also just had the most demanding battle of his life. His muscles started to ache, and he developed a headache. He was just a boy, after all. More than anything, his sword arm was weak, and fire-hot pain shot up and down through it. He probably overused it fightin the calamity.

He keeps telling himself that he’s fine. He has to be fine, for Zelda. His arm isn’t that bad, what really hurts was his heart. Usually he’d just down a fairy tonic and maybe go to the hot springs if he was in the area but this pain was different. A twisting and contracting ache in his chest pulled and tugged on his lungs and pulse. It’s the same pain he felt when he remembered Mipha, and more specifically, the pain he felt when he dreamed about his family before the resurrection.

The dream that gave him the memories of a little sister with blonde hair like his collecting fireflies in her pockets. Her laugh echoing, the call of an older man, the image of a royal guards sword leaned up against the dinner table. The touch of his father’s hand as he rubs Link’s back to sleep.

Link’s first sword.

He wakes up like a fire, standing up and almost toppling over. He didn’t even realize he had fallen asleep. He could hear the soft tune of the penny whistle playing the standard stable theme, and the two little brothers played tag outside. He curses and looks down at Zelda.

Her bed is empty, and his heart completely stops. He starts breathing hard and heavy, his entire nervous system feels as though it’s pulled into stasis. How could he make such a foolish mistake? He swings his sword over his back, strapping his shield to his leathers and turns around in a wild-hunt to see the Princess sitting at the round stable table, drinking out of a mug and speaking gently with an older man.

Link takes a breath of relief, and approaches the two.

“Good Morning.” She smiles up at him. Her voice sounded much better, and her eyes finally had life back into them, but she still wasn’t herself. Her skin still looked sickly, her face hollowed out and eyes droopy. Any progress is good progress, Link decides then and there.

“I… didn’t mean to fall asleep.” Link sighs. “I’m so sorry. When did you wake up?”

“Oh not long ago, maybe twenty minutes? I didn’t want to disturb you-”

“You should have.” He interrupts her and her words get swallowed out of surprise. Link realizes that he snapped at her a little, and immediately becomes apologetic. “I’m sorry, again. I just…”

“You’re worried about me. I understand.” She takes his hand, her bones frail. In many ways, she physically looked worse today than last night. But at least she could hold a conversation. He nods. Zelda notices the tension, and changes the subject, “This kind gentleman was telling me about when you saved the stable from a horde of lizalfos about a year ago.”

Link looks over at the man, Giahzo. “Oh that was nothing, it was just two green lizalfos and a blue one who wandered too close to the stable.” Link hums. Their hands were still held together by Zelda.

“Don’t be so modest!” The old man chuckled, “Without you, it would have been a disaster! The number of monsters means nothing, especially when you don’t know how to fight!”

“That’s very kind of you.” Link smiles and then realizes he and Zeldas hands, he’s the one to pull it away. “What are you drinking?”

“I’m not sure…” Zelda begins and Link immediately snatches the mug from her hand. “Hey!”

“You can’t just drink something mysterious.” Link scolds.

“Oh it’s just a bit of Hateno Milk.” The man assures. Link looks at him, then Zelda, and then into the mug to see the creamy liquid. He brings it to his nose and smells it, and then takes a sip of it. Sure enough, it was just milk.

“I’m sorry, Giahzo.” He apologizes and places the mug back down. “I’m just on high alert.”

“Do not apologize to me, apologize to this lovely young lady you’ve graced us with.” The elderly man smiles with a chuckle, his eyes wrinkling up with his age. Zelda smiles, blushing a little, “Tell me, dear, where are you from? We don’t get many new faces at this stable these days.”

Zelda looks at him, her eyes sad. A hundred years ago every person in Hyrule knew her face. She looks at Link, unsure how to answer.

“She’s from the Outskirts stable.” Link covers for her. “Her family used to reside in Central Hyrule before the Calamity.”

“Yes.” Zelda immediately chirps, “We’re headed to Hateno for…”

“A honeymoon!?” Giahzo smiles brightly. Both Link and Zelda freeze in their tracks, and Link hopes he doesn’t look as embarrassed as he feels. “Hateno is a great Honeymoon destination! Although I’ve heard Lureline is even more splendid!” He clasps his hands together.

“Research.” Zelda clarifies, “so sorry to disappoint.” She chuckles politely, making a conscious effort not to look at Link. “I’m researching… population dynamics in Hyrule.” She makes something up that sounds completely believable.

“Of course.” Link then says, “I’m just escorting her there, we are total strangers.”

That breaks Zelda’s heart.

She knows he’s just trying to be extra careful, pushing her anonymity as much as possible. And in a way, it wasn’t a total lie. But it cut her like a knife.

“I see…” Giahzo doesn’t seem convinced. “Well, if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to stop by. Hopefully the monsters will start to die down.” He smiles and stands up, moving outside.

Zelda is still afraid to look at Link, and he’s a little bit shaken up by the entire interaction. He knows the Yiga are still out there, he knows that there are people who will try to take advantage of her for power or money. He has no reason to suspect anything from the old man, but he can’t help himself from being deliberate. He senses her tension and walks back to the bed to gather their things.

“You should have woken me up.” Link says as he picks up a satchel full of food and readjusts his gloves.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was timid and tired. He turns around to see her, her green eyes looking up at him apologetically. “I didn’t know it would worry you so.” He approaches her.

“Of course it worries me.” He sighs. “I spent three years trying to get you out of that castle, I’m not gonna lose you on the first night.” He holds his hand out for her to trade, helping her up. She must not have rested as well as he thought, because as soon as she gets on her feet, she almost topples right over him. He catches her, holding her up before she collapses. “Woah there.” He mutters. “You alright?”

She nods, “Let’s just get to that house you told me about.”

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chapter two

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[demiboydemon]

Trying to write zelink smut but I just wrote the word ‘bulge’ and it made me think of the bulging discs in my neck. This has completely messed up the vibes needed to write porn. Perhaps when my neck is better, I will be able to write ‘bulge’ again without feeling icky. But probably not because it’s not a very sexy word to begin with.

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[sun-aries]

Sunshower (18+)

Okay I finally finished it! Here's this WIP that I previewed a few months ago ':)

This takes place a couple months after their wedding!

Warning: SMUT ahead

On a day where the sun shone bright, they didn't expect to have any trouble on a short trip across the countryside. Eldin Bridge, an old and well-worn bridge on the eastern ends of the kingdom, was in desperate need of repairs, and so the queen wanted to personally assess the damage before conducting a thorough inspection.

While no one was quite comfortable allowing the queen to go unaccompanied, she was fairly miffed at the suggestion of having an entourage only a short way away from the castle, and so they settled on having her husband, the second-in-command and hero of their kingdom, singularly accompany her to and from the bridge. Mounting Epona, they rode through the eastern throughway and arrived in less than an hour.

Though he couldn't tell why, Link had a strange inkling that something was off. There was nobody in sight, save for lone creatures roaming the fields, and the weather seemed fine. Still, he trusted his instincts, and he kept his eyes and ears on high alert as he followed her along the span of the bridge.

Honestly, he wasn't surprised at all that it was in need of repairs. On his travels, he'd noticed the cracks and crumbles of the stone; a large chunk of it was even whisked away to the outskirts of the kingdom before he and Midna found and returned it. In its current state, it was likely not safe to use for much longer.

But it was a bit difficult to focus on the bridge and its durability. It was a rare thing for them to spend their days together, she with her council and he with the knights.

She was focused and diligent, analyzing every crack, humming to herself and taking notes at every stop. Hands folded behind his back, he trailed her quietly - save for the few times she threw a question his way - and watched the way her gloved hand grazed the stone, her lips pressed together in thought and the way her body arched when she bent forward.

Then, there was a drop on his shoulder. He raised his head to the glaring sun rays and the brilliant blue sky, unsullied by stormy clouds, and frowned. "Zelda," he said, cutting through the silence, and she hummed in response. "Do you feel something?" She turned to him then, brow raised, and it happened again. "It's raining."

"What?"

"It's-" He paused, momentarily questioning his own sanity before repeating, "It's raining." Before either could deliberate this strange notion, a torrent of rain rippled over them and Zelda gasped, throwing her hands out at the sudden downfall.

Being in the heart of the countryside was in no way a good place to be amidst a sudden storm, but fortunately, Link knew every crevice of the country, and so he grabbed her hand and sprinted forward to the other end of the bridge. Tucking her notes against her chest, she followed blindly, even when he took her to the most crumbled corner and yelled, "Jump!"

Normally, she'd be able to follow without issue, but as she landed on the wet and uneven chunk of stone, her heel slipped. Zelda let out a short scream as the image of plummeting to her death flashed through her mind, before she felt Link's hands envelop her waist and pull her to him.

She pressed herself to his chest, trembling, and let out a shaky sigh. Her heart was racing and she was soaked, her hair and clothes saturated with the onslaught of rain. Link was in no better state: his blond hair was darkened to a caramel brown and water dripped from the hem of his clothes.

"Are you o-" When she peeled away from him, their eyes met and the words died in his throat. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks.

It was the way her dark wet hair pasted to her skin, against her flushed cheeks and fair shoulders, while a few stray aways curled around her temples. Her clothes, heavy and laden, clung to her body and accented every curve. It was the way her lips were red and her breath was hot that made his pulse thrum against his wrist.

Zelda caught his slip-up, naturally - easily, and searched him carefully. And it took less than precisely two seconds for her to realize why. His heated gaze roamed her, unconcious but unrestrained, lingering at her cleavage. It was evident what was going through his mind.

Link realized he'd been caught by the time their eyes met, his cheeks terribly flustered and eyes wide. He swallowed and her breath caught.

It would be terribly improper to get carried away. And yet -

Their lips met in a frenzy. Should they have given it a second thought, they might've realized how absurd it was. Two warriors stranded in the middle of the countryside, chilled to the bone, and this was what they came up with.

But her back hit the wall, her hips pinned to the stone, and neither of them really thought twice. His body rolled against hers, each thrust sending a surge of heat through her body.

"Link," she breathed before kissing him again, grabbing hold of his shoulders and drawing him closer. "We shouldn't."

"I know," Link growled before kissing her again. He then veered off to her jaw, scattering a dozen more kisses, and Zelda moaned, throwing her head back against the stone.

His lips travelled to her neck, drinking up the raindrops that lingered. She was panting softly but it rang like thunder in his ears. His hands cupped her waist, rolling encouragingly in his grip, as his tongue followed the rivulets that trickled down her chest.

Had she worn one of her regular layered outfits, the sight might've been different, but as it was, her body was practically visible beneath the flimsy dress. The white of her skirts was translucent, her long legs outined by the gossamer fabric, and the burgundy bodice was drawn tight around her breasts.

The sight was irresistible. Everything she did was so addictive, so exhilarating; every pant sent a shudder down his spine, every taste leaving him breathless.

Holding him by the shoulders, as firm as the rocks of Death Mountain, she squeezed a little tighter when he fell to a knee. Link looked up at her with an intensity in his eyes that made her shiver. His wet bangs fixed to his forehead, the ends draping over his wild eyes and shedding droplets of water. "You're so beautiful." The heat of his palms burned through her skin, his fingertips pressing into her in a way that told her he wasn't letting go anytime soon.

Lovingly, Zelda pushed aside the bangs and cupped his cheeks. "Touch me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Despite the downpour, he heard her command loud and clear.

One hand gripped her sleeve from behind and pulled it down with a few short tugs, and it was drawn taut beneath her breasts, pushing them up in an enticing way. His eyes met hers again, finding no timidity nor shame in them. Zelda bore herself to him with dignity, even basked in his gaze, and he smiled. His tongue found her nipple and she gasped breathlessly, watching him devour her like a forbidden fruit. The taste of the rainwater mixed with her sweat, salty and cold, was revitalizing.

Meanwhile, Link peeled her skirts from her legs and bunched them up at her waist, immensely grateful that there were none of the typical layers beneath. Rubbing the heel of his palm against her, she let out a cry, her head tossing against the wall, and matched his rhythm with small, keen thrusts of her hips.

"Link, please just-" Her words fell on a paticularly loud gasp when he tucked his hand into her panties, where she wanted him. "Yes." His fingers hooked into her before thrusting deep and measured, and it left her mouth gaping.

Her fingers fanned over the sides of his neck and tilted his jaw upwards, pulling on him like the reins of a stead so that their eyes might meet. His gaze was staved, droplets of rainwater dripping from his hair and following the seam of his gaping mouth. Just the way that he touched her, deep but slow, hungry but savouring, showed her how much he loved her. Every kiss was indulgent, every touch reverent; the intensity in which Link wanted her made her body tremor.

She moaned, locking her fingers at the back of his neck and pulling him up to kiss her frantically. He made a noise from the sudden collision of their mouths and his movements in her faltered for just a moment. But her kiss encouraged him to quicken his pace and when they parted, he leaned his forehead against the wall, just over her shoulder, his heavy breaths echoing in the shell of her ear.

His hungry eyes were drunk with passion, staring blankly at the sharp line of her brow, and he whispered, "Does this feel good?"

Turning her head the slightest, she rested her cheek against his, heat burning between them. Breathlessly, she answered, "It's so...so good."

His stomach lurched: her voice, her pleasure, it was all too much; he couldn't stand it anymore. His pulse went into overdrive and he suddenly pulled away.

Tucking his hands beneath her, he lifted her clear off the ground, his years of being a goat herder finally paying off. She gasped, grabbing hold of him to steady herself, and he flashed her a wolfish grin, his wild eyes shimmering with laughter. Even then, in the peak of their pleasure and the depths of their deprivation, he was himself: handsome and rugged, yet charming and boyish.

Pressing her further against the wall for stability, he freed himself from his trousers, and as her ankles locked behind him, he entered her in one swift thrust. Zelda cried out, her voice getting lost to the heavy rain.

He moved within her with slow but deliberate movements, punctuated with soft grunts in her ear. One of his hands held her steady and the other cupped her cheek – tender as always but just a little bit rough, a little bit desperate. Pleasure jolted through her, settling in the place they connected. "Please," she begged, "don't stop."

"I won't." His words were unfaltering, his voice a low tenor, and it made her whimper. Her muscles clenched around him, unwilling to let go, and she wrenched his head back to catch his lips, drinking him in with open-mouthed kisses. Each time they parted, she spotted the frustration and want in his face, his eyes clouded and lost in hers.

His patience was thinning by the moment, his want mounting to an apex, and Zelda felt it as his hips snapped against her. Needing to feel her pulse against him, he dropped his hand from her cheek and snaked it between them, rubbing her where she needed it the most. She gasped. "Link…!" Her toes curled in her boots, clicking behind him, enthralled by his brazen ways. "Link, I'll-"

"Please." She stilled for a moment as her entire body went taut, curling up against him and gripping his shoulders for dear life. He buried his face against her neck and murmured, "Zelda." Tracing the expanse of her neck with his lips, he drank up the raindrops gathered in her collarbone, and she angled her head to help.

Every sensation, his tongue, his fingers, his member inside her, sparked something inside her, setting her on fire despite her drenched clothes. She coiled her arms around his neck and cried out against his shoulder, clinging onto him as her orgasm came over her. It coursed through her in ripples, causing her to spasm against him and cry out in pleasure.

It only revigorated him, hastening his thrusts into her tight passage, deep and desperate. Retracting his hand from between them, he reached behind her and cradled her head, fingers laced in the wet locks of her hair. Zelda cried out again from the sensation, amplified by his rough and desperate rutting and his orgasm ripped through him, sharp and sudden. His cry was muffled against her neck and drowned out by the rain still pouring outside.

There was a still moment as their shudders died down and the rainfall gradually replaced the ringing in their ears. Even as Link gently set her down, his lips continued their journey across her neck, just indulging in her taste and smell, permeated with sweat and rainwater, and the warmth radiating off her. Her skirts fell heavily against her legs and his hand drifted down her back, fingers sifting through her hair.

"That was..." Zelda started breathlessly, "unexpected."

Link leaned his forehead against hers, his breath fanning her lips. "I'm sorry, it's just-" He licked his lips. "You...I've never seen you like that."

"Like what?"

"You're soaking wet from the rain. You look...amazing."

The heat returned to her cheeks and she simply let out a breathless laugh. "Perhaps we should stay out in the rain more often."

He shuddered. "Yes, please."

#aries writes #BMTR #zelink #tp zelink #twilight princess zelink #zelda and link #zelda #tp zelda #tp link #twilight princess #loz #tloz #zelink fanfic #zelink fanfiction #smut #zelink smut #tp zelink smut

[michpat6]

Link, Zelda, and Zelda's desk.

OR

so I may or may not have posted my first smutfic

#zelink #zelink smut #tp zelink #tp zelink smut #michpat69

[zhuletta]

Don’t ask me what rune Link’s using just know Zelda likes it

#zelink #totk #Zelda #tears of the kingdom #botw #these two make me go FERAL #still have not finished totk so I’m straying away from totk content but here #have some smut #we love that here #I’ll be posting a zelink fanfic soon #so stay tuned for that #something about these two being tender and loving w each other just does it for me #like #THEY DESERVE IT PLS NINTENDO #JUST LET THEM CHILL AND BE IN LOVE IN PEACE #I posted this drawing w an alternative lightning in my ig if u want to go check it out #I just really liked the glowy hand even tho I have no idea why it would be glowing #like link what chu doin w that hand #giulidraws

[science-lings]

I just need people to give me fanfic to read bc I can't last a few pages of scrolling on ao3 without nearly losing my mind, one of the hardest things about dipping your toes in a new extremely well-established fandom is that there's already a billion fics out there and impossible to sift through them all to find the ones I can enjoy.

Anyway, if there are any Ace Attorney/ Wrightworth fic blogs or rec lists or just any fics that anyone wants to share, let me have it, I beg for it, please I'm going to go insane

#this also goes for other fandoms too btw #like if you have some good totk or botw or zelink fics send them my way #i don't know what tropes i like yet other than like... Edgeworth being aspec and confused about his feelings about phoenix bc that is a moo #i also got excited when i found the trans phoenix tag but so much of it is smut and that's fine its just not what I'm looking for lol #phoenix wright #ace attorney #miles edgeworth #wrightworth #narumitsu

[syndxlla]

best friends don’t look at each other the way we do

A low stakes, high reward and self-indulgent Zelink fan fiction. Canon-compliant. Takes place between BOTW and TOTK

Chapter Five: My North Star

Read chapter four here

My masterlist

Song: August by Taylor Swift

Summary: Link and Zelda get a visitor from an old friend, and start to remember how to live for the hope of it all.

Warnings: brief and non graphic mentions of death and dead bodies, canon-typical violence and horror, PTSD (always for this fan fic)

Word Count: 3.3k words

Authors Note: finally some happy moments lol. Also this is unedited!! ALSO I KNOW I HAVE SO MANY UNANSWERED ASKS RN I PROMISE I AM NOT IGNORING YOU IM JUST BUSY AND LAZY kloveyoubye

It takes only three more days for Impa to arrive at their door, angrily pounding her staff on the wooden plank. It’s early, she beats the rooster, and Link is rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he stumbles to the door from his makeshift bed he’s made adjacent to the kitchen.

He’s shocked to see the old woman staring up at him, as far as he knows, she hasn’t left Kakariko village in decades.

“You completed the mission and your first instinct was NOT to come and tell me?” She asks, her wrinkled lips pressed firmly into a frown. Link looks up to see Cado, apologetic. His hair is down, shirt is off, and he’s barely wearing trousers. He yawns.

“Good morning, Master Impa.” He bows deeply to her and she just whacks his skull with her cane in the same manner she did the door. Link yelps and rubs the top of his head. “What was that for?” He asks.

“Where’s the princess?”

“She’s sleeping still, it’s barely sunrise.” Link rubs some more sleep from his lashes, his hand in a tight fist. “You know, most people say good morning when you see them first thing…”

Impa then lets herself into the house, pushing past him like the angry ball of spunk she is. “I’ll have tea.” She states, “And I’d like to see my friend.” Link and Cado look at each other, the Sheikah man staring at him apologetically.

Link nods, walking to the furnace and kneeling in front of it. He blows on the dying embers from the night before, placing a small log on them. Flames catch, and he’s setting the kettle over them, still full of water from yesterday. Cado closes the door and sits across from Impa at the table. Link eyes his bed roll in the corner of the room, kicking some blankets around in an attempt to make it look less disheveled, but the elderly woman just squints at the state of the house. If only she had seen it a week ago. Link was starting to feel proud of he and Zelda’s progress, wildflowers being placed in a vase on the table, and their plates polished and put away neatly for the first time. After Impa’s scrutinizing gaze, however, he was feeling all sorts of insecure again.

The air is stagnant.

“She's still sleeping…still.” Link clears his throat, his voice hushed. “She needs to rest because-“

“Link, two bodies were found just outside of the castle two days ago, the man who found them also reports seeing a Shadowy Figure, covered in what he suspects is malice.” Impa interrupts him.

“What?” He asks, startled.

“I didn’t want to lead with that, but it cannot be ignored.” She spoke in the same hushed tone. They didn’t want to wake the Princess, and they especially didn’t want to scare her.

“Treasure hunters? I mean it's still a war zone there, it wasn’t anything else… right? He was lying, surely. All the Malice disappeared…” Link asks, feeling the blood go from his face.

“The man was Me.” Cado frowns. He would never lie. “After we got your message from Purah, I traveled to the castle to confirm that the Calamity was destroyed. The bodies were hylian, two young people. A boy and a girl… I thought it was..”

Cado’s voice became too loud, and Link hushed him.

“We want to think it was leftover spells, but we don’t know. We don’t know who else to ask to investigate.” Impa says.

“Now that Hyrule is safe, it's time we start reestablishing civility, democracy.” Cado steps in.

“It’s been eleven days since I defeated him.” Link crosses his arms, “I’m still not sleeping through the nights, Zelda doesn’t have her full strength back yet. You promised me I would get to rest when it was all over.” He looks at the Sheikah Chief.

“Don’t lie to me, Link.” Impa shakes her head, “I know you can’t stay in one place for too long. No matter how hard you try.” She states. She wasn’t wrong, but recently Link has started to feel different.

The kettle starts to whistle. Link swallows his frustration and takes it off the heat, preparing three cups of green bell tea. Everyone feels discomfort. “Did the figure do anything?” Link asks as he pours the hot water into the cups, his back turned to the Sheikah.

“It just stared at me, it was tall, hunched over.” Cado describes, one could easily hear the fear in his voice. “We stared at each other, I couldn’t tell if it was from this world or not.”

“Tall like a Zora or tall like a Gerudo?” Link asks, still turned away.

“Gerudo.” Cado struggled to say it. “I drew my sword, and as soon as I did, it turned away from me and walked into the mist to the south. I never saw it again.”

Link swallows and then turns around finally, carrying the cups to the table. “And the bodies?”

“Cause of death was unknown, I checked for a pulse multiple times but they were both long gone. They were dressed in traveler's garb. Their dress seemed to be from the north.”

“If they have families they need to know.” Link sits, holding the mug of tea in his hands.

“You’re the only one who could inform them about such a thing.” Impa says. “Tabantha is a long way, but you could be there and back in an hour if you warp. We’ll stay here until you-“

“The sheikah slate is utterly destroyed.” Link admits. “I left it with Purah but she essentially told me it's beyond repair.”

“You’d have to go on foot like the rest of us.” Cado smirks.

“Why would I?” Link asks, perhaps too forcefully. “I did my quest.”

Impa stares at him, silent for a moment, “You don’t really feel that way.” She shakes her head, “And if you do, then you are not the same man who woke up three years ago.”

“I’m not!” Link almost shouts, and they all bite their tongues, listening for any sound from upstairs. “Impa… you know I care. You know I want to go find whatever that figure was, but I am tired.” His voice cracks. “I can’t just sleep this one off.” He can’t look at her, if he does, he’ll break. “This is much deeper than exhaustion. It’s… it’s traumatic.

I still see him. His eyes, the way His heat radiated and burned my skin, the sound of His laughter. He Haunts me at night, I swear He finds ways into my dreams and taunts me there. Like it was all just a game to Him. Because it was. It always was. He’ll do it again a hundred times, and we can’t ever stop Him. There will be countless more Links who lose their hearing and can’t sleep and won't even look themselves in a mirror because as long as the triforce exists, He will mock us all with His deviance.”

Link stares into his tea.

“Impa…” A quiet voice says from the stairs, and all three of them are turning to see her. Long, blonde hair draped over her shoulder, eyes sleepy and confused, hands at her sides.

She nearly trips down the stairs as she runs to the woman, wrapping her hands around her neck and crying. Impa immediately holds her back, laughing, taking an old, bony hand and stroking the top of her friend's head with it.

“Good Morning, my dear.”

Link and Cado share one more glance.

The day is spent with hugs and laughter and Zelda looking into Impa’s eyes and crying every time she sees that they’re still the same eyes. Link cooks for them, and gets as quiet as he was at the start of this war. It’s all he can think about. Did it return for other Links? Did it return this early?

Zelda must have noticed his distance because while Impa is telling Zelda all about the man she married, the Princess is glancing at Link. His shoulders tense, his head down, his voice silent. She frowns, deciding to ask him about it later.

Cado was delighted to meet the woman, bowing deeply for her. He eventually got on a tangent about his children while they ate the omelets Link prepared, but Link stayed silent. He glances over at the Master Sword, leaning against the corner of the room, staring back at him.

He distracts himself the rest of the day with Epona, tending to her constantly while Zelda tells Impa every single detail about her time sealed away. The two prayed over each other a few times. The sun gets low in the sky, Link stays silent.

They come back inside, and before Impa and Cado enter from the outside to begin their next hour of catching up, Zelda places a gentle hand on Link’s shoulder. “Link,”

He turns to look at her, everything about him immediately softening as her green eyes stare at him.

“You’re upset?” She says, her voice soothing.

“No I’m not.” He denies. She raises an eyebrow.

“I know you.” Link becomes acutely aware of her thumb that starts rubbing circles into his muscle and he has to remind himself how to stand. ”Talk to me.”

He knows he can’t tell her about this, not yet. “Later?” He asks. She smiles and nods.

“I’m here for you.”

Link begins dinner, and Zelda washes up, leaving the three alone for the first time since early morning.

Impa stares, Cado uncomfortably clears his throat. Link looks at them, frowning, knowing what they want.

He sighs deeply.

“I will return to the castle. Zelda and I briefly discussed returning the Champion’s weapons to their people, and can do it then.” He finally says. “Tell every leader to warn their people to avoid the castle at all costs.”

“Good.” Impa nods.

“But-“ Link holds his hand up, “I’m not going until both she and I are ready.” He says.

“What do you mean by ready?” That old woman was always so pushy.

“When Zel and I both feel ready to return to those places without it absolutely crushing our spirits, we will go. Together.”

“Hylia knows when that will be.” Cado scoffs.

“Exactly.” Link says. “Unless more deaths are reported or this shadow is seen again, it can wait. Everyone has been avoiding the castle for a century, what’s a little while longer?” Link states, silently proud of himself for sticking up for himself and not just being the obedient soldier he was trained to be. “Besides, no one should be there anyways, it’s not safe.”

“You’re in love with the Princess.” Impa states with a chuckle and Link sputters, the wind knocking out of him.

“What? Why would you say that?” He asks.

“I saw you two. The way you look at her.” Impa smirks. Link feels his ears heat up, Cado stifles a laugh.

“You are so rude.” Link replies.

“I think you two need each other.” Impa shrugs, “But do not let any worldly affection keep you in the way of what really matters here: Hyrule and its people.”

Impa always knew exactly how to remind Link that he is just a soldier.

“We will leave before we eat. At this rate we will not return home until late into the night.” Impa states, standing back up.

They say their goodbyes. Zelda promises to visit, Impa gives her a kiss on the forehead, Cado bows again. And just as the sun begins to set, the pair is headed through the bridge.

Both Link and Zelda stand in the doorway as they watch them leave. Zelda starts to sniffle, wiping a tear.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Link says in a comforting tone when he sees her cry, turning to face her. “It’s okay, we’re gonna see her again real soon.” He reassures. Zelda sighs.

“She got so old, without me.” She tries to swallow her sob but fails. She presses her tear-stained face into the crook of Link’s neck, and he just holds her for as long she needs. Zelda is the one to pull away after a moment of comfort. “I’m sorry… I know there's something troubling you, too. I shouldn’t be so selfish.” Zelda sighs.

Link swallows, “It’s nothing. Not for tonight.”

“You're sure?”

“Positive.” Link nods. “Can I show you something?” He asks, and Zelda is nodding as he takes her hand and leads her up stairs. He pushes open a hatch on the ceiling in the corner, and a rickety ladder slides down. Some dust and cobwebs fly down, but when the air clears, Link is climbing up onto the roof of their house. He helps Zelda up next, and she’s looking up at the night sky with bright eyes. It’s still not totally dark yet, but the first few stars are starting to shine.

The roof is slightly slanted, but not enough to cause either of them concern. They both comfortably find a position on the tiles, facing south, noses pointed at the heavens. There’s about a foot of space between them, and Link wants to scoot closer into her, but chooses not to. He closes the hatch from the outside, so the warm light of the house doesn’t pollute their view.

“I like to come up here to clear my head.” He says. “It doesn’t hold a candle to the night sky in Hebra or out in the desert, but it's still pretty spectacular.”

Zelda hums, “You’ll have to take me someday.” She stays looking at the sky but Link looks at her. Her profile is beautiful, hair long and cascading, ears pointed and blushed. Surely she knew he was staring, but neither of them did anything to stop.

“One day.” He nods before looking away and laying on his back. He rests his arms behind his head, crossing an ankle over his bended knee. “That one is called Haru.” He points to an especially bright star, “It’s part of the constellation Nabooru.” He then traces the warrior constellation with his finger.

“I remember, yes.” Zelda scoots into him, and he tries to stifle his smile. She doesn’t lay next to him, but now they’re a mere inches apart.

“And this is the North Star.” Link cranes his neck back to see it. “It moves though, did you know that? True north changes over time, so that one was the North Star when we were born, but over time the celestial bodies shifted and now it's that one. They didn’t even know that until I came back, because I was following the original one and ended up in Lanayru instead of Eldin. I talked with Purah and Robbie and they agreed, isn’t that fascinating?” He asks with a smile.

Zelda smiles so wide she thinks her cheeks will burst. “I never heard you speak like that before. With so much passion and eloquence.”

Link looks at her and just chuckles, “Now everyone follows the new star, but it didn’t have a name yet….”

“We should name it!” She gasps.

“Oh…I already did.” Link frowns, “I named it after I got my first memory back.” He shrugs. “I”m sorry. But there are plenty of stars without names anymore. A lot of the scientific research got destroyed with the…” He stops himself, “Well you know why. No one these days even knows the constellations anymore. I’m the only one.”

“What did you name it?” Zelda smiles.

Link looks at her again, “Zelda.”

She just about passes out from flattery, smiling down at her knees which are bent into her chest, blushing a little. “That’s very nice.”

“It was my true north.” He says. “I’d have been lost without it.”

It was fully dark now, and the sky lit up with the twinkling lights, the moon was a small sliver of a crescent and hung low in the sky near the sea.

“When did you remember the constellations?” She asked.

“They come to me slowly. It was required for all knights to know them, as I’m sure you remember.” Link described, looking to the heavens again. “I still can’t think of half of them.”

“Well isn’t that one Navi?” She points to another star.

“No, that one is Navi.” Link scoots up to her level, closing the gap further between them, and takes his hand to move her arm to the right star, his calloused and scarred flesh rough against her soft skin. “That one is the top of the constellation Hylia-“

“-Hylia”

They say it together. Perfectly in tune.

Their faces turn towards one another, locking eyes. The air freezes, time itself seems to hold.

Their hearts simultaneously skip a beat, and a soft blow of warm wind passes by, brushing through their hair.

Link makes the mistake of looking at her lips and for a split second he swears she leans in, but before anything goes any further, she’s moving away and laying down next to him.

He supposes this is alright, too.

“I wonder what she thinks of all this.” Link says.

Zelda is quiet ....“I sometimes wonder if the God’s regret making man.”

“What do you mean?” Link asks, looking at her.

“Well… man is what caused the curse of the loop anyways. If it weren’t for us, Hyrule wouldn’t have to be rebuilt every ten thousand years.” She frowns. “Maybe they wish they had left their creation to rest without our feeble beings.”

“I don’t think that.” Link shakes his head. “I think they put us here because we are flawed, not in spite of it.

I think our mistakes, our sins, our curses are what makes us special. Life would be futile if we were perfect. There would be no motivation. No growth. No passion.

You cannot have good without evil, or light without dark, or joy without pain.

That’s what’s so beautiful about life. I think the God’s know that. I think they love us because of it. That is a luxury they don’t have. I see it as a gift. To live for the hope of it all.”

Link rambles, and Zelda is stunned for a moment. She turns her head to look at him, this time he’s the one with wonder-filled eyes staring up, ignoring the gaze of the other.

“I really think you should wield the triforce of wisdom.” Zelda teases.

Link looks at her, their noses almost touching. “Oh no, I’m only profound when I’m around you.” He shakes his head, giggling. “You should see me try to talk my way through Gerudo town, there's nothing wise about it.” His tone is playful, and they both laugh over it. “I accidentally told a woman she looked pregnant instead of ordering a drink at the bar.” Link explains and then says the two phrases in Gerudo, Zelda can admit they have very similar pronunciations and the both of them are full-belly laughing at the situation. Zelda asks how he managed to get out of that situation, and Link had to describe further that he was in disguise, which made everything harder to get through. Zelda couldn’t get the image of Link in a woman’s clothing out of her mind, and Link only sets her off further when he finishes the story with him getting slapped by an elderly Gerudo Woman. It isn’t much longer until she has tears welling down her face, but this time they are finally tears of laughter and joy.

When they both finally pull themselves together, Zelda smiles at him, wiping a tear from the corner of her eyes. “Thank you.” She sighs, her stomach aching from laughter.

Zelda then takes a risk, and snakes her hand in between them before wrapping it around Link’s. They don’t lock fingers, and it isn’t even necessarily classified as a romantic gesture, but she just squeezes his hand, thankful for cheering her up, thankful for reminding her that there is still hope.

There is hope in balance.

She tries to pull it away, not wanting to overstep, but Link is holding her hand tighter, keeping it in his grip. Zelda happily obliges, and they keep their hands clasped at their sides the whole night.

—

Chapter Six

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[demiboydemon]

Here’s a pic of what they hung with the nipple and clit clamps in my fic ‘Treats, Tricks, and Training’ (link below cut)

Edit: okay so like it turns out I haven’t actually posted the chapter where this happens yet 🤦‍♂️ but it’s in ch2, to be released on March 3rd.

Treats, Tricks, & Training (5904 words) by demiboy_demon Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Link/Zelda (Legend of Zelda) Characters: Link (Legend of Zelda), Zelda (Legend of Zelda), Purah is mentioned Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, light comedy, Humiliation, BDSM, Embarrassment, Dom/sub, Sub Zelda (Legend of Zelda), Dom Link (Legend of Zelda), Nipple and clit clamps, Safeword Use, Safe Sane and Consensual, Leashes, Collars, pissing outside, Cages, Master/Pet, Petplay, Pet Play, Dorks in Love, Blow Jobs, Grinding, Bathing/Washing Series: Part 3 of Zelda’s Adventures In Subbing Summary: While cleaning Purah’s snowglobe collection, Link learns of a set of ancient devices sure make Zelda happy. He arranges a night of petplay fun, including collars, cages, tricks, scratches, and leashed walks and bathroom breaks outside.

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[sun-aries]

Otherworldly (TP Zelink smut)

Hey everyone!

This Zelink smut takes place in my story Broken Mirrors and Their Reflections, chapter 29, in the Twilight Realm. If you haven't read the story, that's okay, it can stand alone. I reworked it so I hope you guys enjoy :)

Leave a request if you like!

In a world with no solid ground, Zelda was his gravity; in the frigid air, she was his warmth and in the shadows, she was his light. Link wasn't exactly sure how he ended up back in the Twilight Realm, but in that moment, it didn't matter. There was nothing but the soft movement of her lips on his and the keen noises laced on her breath.

Much to his reluctance, Zelda drew back, just enough to shed her dress. The thin black cloth slid off her body like dewdrops off a petal, and once it cascaded to her ankles, she stepped out of its ring of fabric. She turned to face him then, and his eyes were immediately drawn to her figure. He sucked a breath through his teeth.

She was beautiful.

Her silhouette was embossed with an ethereal glow, illuminated by the window behind her, where the sky was perpetually heather and the wispy clouds leisurely coasted by. Pale skin was peppered with goosebumps, and he ached to enfold her in his arms and keep her warm. But for a moment, as he took her in, time seemed to tarry.

Her breasts were bare, round and pert, the peaks hardened and flush against the paleness of her skin. Admittedly, his eyes lingered there, taken, before dropping to the dip of her hips, to the black panties concealing her from him and then to her thighs, subtly and yet demurely brushing against one another.

It wasn't clear how long Link marvelled at her, but she waited until his eyes found hers again, and for another moment he could do nothing but swallow. Zelda was a beacon, blinding and beautiful, and he was a moth. He'd chase her forever, knowing that he might get burnt and willing to risk it at every turn.

Slowly, they stepped up to each other, their foreheads falling together as they shared in a breath. While his hands wrapped around her waist, her hands found his neck, her fingers splaying over his jaw line - a tad stubbly from so long in the countryside, searching for her - and her breath trembled as it seeped from her lips.

Moved by the thought, her brows furrowed and she leaned forward to capture his lips again, wanting, needing, and Link responded in kind. Her tongue dipped between the line of his lips and met his, and the silky wetness of the touch made their stomachs leap in unison.

Her hands fell to his waist, tugging blindly and a tad desperately at the white cotton shirt that they'd gotten commissioned for the reception, now yellowed with use, snagged and stained, and tried to pull it free from his pants. It didn't take long for Link to figure out what she was doing, and his breath caught, both delighted and flustered by her eagerness.

Zelda's brow was drawn in concentration, her straight and dark hair pouring over her shoulders and falling around her face. With a small smile curling his lips, his hands came to either side of her face to tuck the strands behind her pointed ears. As he drew back, his hands brushed along her jaw, a delicate, wispy touch that pulled her gaze back to his.

It was a wordless reminder that he was here - that there was no rush, and with a shaky breath, she was able to untuck the stubborn shirt. Careful with his injury, he lifted his arms to get it all the way off and to the floor with her dress. She dragged her hands down the length of his arms, easing them down to his sides, before she coasted to his waistline.

Zelda's hands were soft - softer than his could ever be – and every inch she traced made his stomach curl pleasantly. Far steadier now, she was diligent in loosening the knot, and it allowed her to ease a hand into his trousers. The moment her hand curled around his member, Link exhaled, suddenly realizing that he'd been holding his breath.

He'd spent his entire time apart missing Zelda and worrying about whether she was alive, that he hadn't allowed himself to miss her this way. It wasn't until her hands were on him that he realized how much he needed her.

A small, nearly imperceptible smile flickered on her lips when his hands settled on the small of her back. The touch encouraged her, and she moved to undress him properly; soon the last of his clothes dropped to his ankles. With nothing restricting her, she stroked the length of him in one swift movement, and it sent a shudder down his back.

"Zelda…please." His voice was soft, and their foreheads rolled against one another as he bowed his head. "Let me take you to bed."

The simple request released a swarm of butterflies in her belly. She leaned in, her cheek softly brushing against Link's as she whispered in the hollow of his ear, "Take me then."

With a swift, yet heavy breath, he drew back, eyes meeting her lips before his mouth did. He kissed her over and over, each stroke echoing the last, and she enfolded her arms around his neck, if only to get closer. His hands travelled to her rear, hoisting her up and carrying her to bed without breaking their kiss.

But Zelda noticed his kiss get a bit clumsy when his footsteps stopped, and his hand left her to blindly pat around for something. Her eyes fluttered open in time to find him tugging the sheets free from their tidy fastening. There was a sheepish smile on his face when she looked back at him. "I don't want you to be cold," he admitted.

The surprise in her face was replaced by adoration and she laughed. "You've been keeping me plenty warm." The red on his cheeks grew brighter and Zelda smiled proudly as he laid her down. He wasted no time mounting her, throwing the sheets over them and pressing his lips to hers.

With sweat coating their skin, resiliently built up against the stubborn chill of the room, Zelda's breasts sinfully slid against his chest just as the flat of their tongues met, and it tore a broken moan from his lips. One of his hands curled around her jaw, just over her elegant chin, and the gentle and yet demanding touch made her gasp.

Their eyes met and it was instant: the wave of fire that crashed between them - a red heat bathing their skin and swirling in their cores. Link swore beneath his breath, a sinful promise, holding her gaze before they fell to her lips. "You have no idea how much I need you, Zelda." His voice was husky, as if he'd just woke from a deep slumber, and it lit every nerve in Zelda's body.

"You have me. Wholly, I'm yours." She swallowed, and her own eyes fluttered to his lips. "Do with me what you will."

His jaw set, eyes darkening. In choppy movements, Link's hand moved from her jaw to splay across her neck, then her sternum, while the other landed firmly on the pillow beside her. Their eyes simultaneously followed its journey while Zelda took a deep breath, perhaps deliberately pushing her chest further into his touch.

Obediently, his hand slid between her breasts and his eyes shot back to hers. A breast slid into his open palm, kneading into the soft, warm skin, and when her mouth fell open, so did his. Following his hand's path, he dipped his head to lather her chest with loving kisses.

The warmth of his wet mouth was a stark contrast to the chill in the air, so much so that she imagined steam rising off her skin. His tongue swirled around her firm nipple before he took it into his mouth and suckled. Zelda cried out shockingly loud in the silence, her dark hair mussing as she tossed her head against the pillow. It pulled a needy groan deep from his chest as he clenched the pillowcase in his free hand.

Zelda hadn't even realized how much she needed him between her legs until his hand veered from her breasts and slid the rest of the way down. His fingers ventured into her panties first, sliding down the seam of her body, and he felt her heat before he even touched her wetness.

Having her arousal so palpable, and feeling it for himself, made his member twitch in his pants. With a supressed groan, he dipped his fingers into her before sliding back, diverging, and spreading her wetness to either side of her clit. As the place that brought her most pleasure, he revered it, so desperate to hear her moan and feel her legs quake that he could think of nothing else.

His slick fingers were swift and thorough, rubbing her in circular motions even as Zelda's thighs tightened around his wrists, holding him firm as she grinded into his hand. Link's body rolled with hers, nearly forgetting that he was using his hand rather than his member. Her voice spilled out in moans and cries, her mouth open and eyes shut; with all his senses locked in on her, he drank in every moment of it.

He was desperate to give the orgasm she chased as she rocked into every diligent touch. And then, her body tensed; moments later, her voice drew to a high pitch, and he'd be damned if he didn't know what that meant. "Yes," he breathed against her. "I want to see you – I want to watch you come."

She cried out, her voice echoing off the metallic walls as her hips canted off the mattress. Her legs shook as she held herself still, holding onto the pleasure of her orgasm as if it were tangible. Link's breaths were heavy, his fingers still between her legs, wanting to draw it out as long as he could, even as she spasmed in the throes of it. But it inevitably slipped away from her and she collapsed to the mattress, exhausted.

Link peppered soft kisses over her cheek and neck, and she took a shuddering breath as she tugged on his hair to raise his lips to hers. Open-mouthed, she kissed him, sapped but still searing, and she murmured against him, "All of you." Another kiss, then, "I need all of you."

He inhaled sharply, brows furrowing, and broke apart only to ask, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she begged. "Please…if you do too."

Wild desire swirled in his dark blue eyes and yet they were fixated on her, bearing into her with a ferocity that would always be her undoing. "More than anything." Her hand unfurled from his messy hair to slide to his cheek, and her thumb ran over his bottom lip, swollen and red.

Zelda smiled before reaching for her panties and sliding them down, and the little effort caused Link to come to her aid. When they were off, she was the one to guide his member to her. Her hand alone was enough to make him start, but it was nearly over for him when the tip of him touched her wetness. White flashed behind his eyes, causing his head to spin and forcing him to grab her wrist.

The intensity of his desire took them both by surprise, and though it was slightly embarrassing, Link was quickly soothed by Zelda's comforting touch. Her fingers threaded into his hair, still damp from his bath, as she shared in the intake of his steadying breaths. When the tension subsided, he opened his eyes to find her small smile.

Gradually, he sunk into her, and her pleased sigh was immediate. "Link…"

Her slickness was searing against his member, her tight heat burning hotter than the richest caverns of Death Mountain. Eyes clenched, Link wrung his hands in the pillow on either side of her head and leaned his forehead against hers. His hips moved on their own accord, rocking into her with slow, careful movements – he didn't quite trust himself to go any faster without losing control completely.

Perhaps it was that he'd missed her so, or perhaps all his fear of losing her had manifested into desire now that she was back in his arms, but either way he was insatiable, thirsting for her like he was without a drop of water atop Gerudo's mesas. The bitter cold of the room was nonexistent: there was only heat – slick heat enveloping his member and effervescent embers alit beneath his skin.

She'd felt the same, as though fiery inferno swept the room, threatening to engulf them both in its unrelenting flames. Each measured thrust rammed a spot deep within her, causing stars to flash beneath her eyelids, and she arched her back in a desperate need for more. "Link, please… I need…I need - faster, please."

He was in such a dire need of her that hearing Zelda's plea, fumbling as it fell from her lips, was more than enough encouragement. With sweat dribbling down his temples, he started to pick up speed, each thrust just a tad faster than the last. Her response was immediate: a desperate drag of her sharp nails down his back, and he bit his lip to try and hinder his ravenous groan.

As she arched her back, her soft breasts stuck to the firm wall of his chest, and he delighted in her hardened nipples pressing against him. Link grabbed one of her thighs and raised it higher against his hip – a tad roughly, for which he would later repent - and opened her up more. Zelda whimpered.

"Zelda," he whined, pitiful and desperate, but he couldn't find it in him to very much care in the moment. He leaned down to press a kiss against her lips, only partially able to focus on the movements of his mouth, but she slipped her tongue past his lips, and his hips stuttered as he slid his tongue against hers, tangling and teasing, until he rediscovered his momentum.

Mouth against mouth, hips against hips, their bodies rocked together, causing the mattress to sway and creak beneath them. His head veered off into the crook of her neck, disappearing further into the sheets to smother her with messy kisses.

Meanwhile, his hand moved from her thigh to the curves of her round breast. He breathed in deeply through his nose, drinking in her heat, smelling her familiar milky scent now laced with sweat, and rose his eyes to hers just to see her lashes flutter and her brows curl upwards in pleasure.

"Zelda….Zelda…Zelda." He repeated her name like a mantra, saying it like he'd been saying it for eons.

Her whole body clenched, drawing tight once more. "Link – I think – I will-" He hung on every one of her feverish words, but she paused, her breath hitched on her manners.

"Say it," he urged, and she whimpered. "Tell me, Zelda, please…"

Arching her back, she threw her head back and cried, "I'm coming…!"

He groaned loudly. All at once, all the heat from the room gathered to their bodies and coiled down to where they connected, crashing down like waves of fire. Zelda's passage tightened around his member and Link's sight went white as he bore down in her. Time tarried once more as they came together, their bodies pressed together at every point and coupled in every possible way. There was nothing but one another and their soundless ecstasy.

Link's entire body was trembling, his arms struggling to keep him in place despite his physical strength. As her pleasure abated, Zelda fell like a feather, her body sinking into the mattress, head arcing onto the pillow, and mouth slowly falling shut.

It was then that their eyes met, a wild and yet adoring look in Link's gaze while he panted heavily. Her face softened, looking heavenly and peaceful as her small smile returned. "Come," she said, her dulcet voice drained. Her arms enveloped him, slinking around his shoulders as her hands cradled his head. "Lay with me, love."

Without question, he withdrew from her and collapsed at her side, settling into place as she eased his face to her chest. A soft sigh left his lips as he melted in her embrace. Her comforting scent clung to her soft, dewy skin and it enveloped him, soothing him to sleep more soundly than he had in weeks.

#aries writes #BMTR #tp zelink #tp #twilight princess #zelink #smut #zelink smut #tp link #tp zelda #princess zelda #zelda and link #twilight princess zelda #twilight princess link #legend of zelda #link #zelda #loz #loz tp #loz twilight princess #twilight princess zelink

[michpat6]

Link wakes up in the middle of the night with an issue between his legs. Zelda helps.

OR

I wrote more smut lmao

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[farore-or-less]

Smut Sunday

Here’s a part of the next chapter for Forgotten Instincts! It takes me a long time to post a chapter, especially with how busy I’ve been this year. I’ve had a great semester and I’m getting married in June! Lots to do 🥰 

Enjoy reading below the cut!

The arch in her back sends shivers down his spine.

Draping herself on their bed like a towel, she smoothes her palms over the fresh clean sheets until she’s laying flat on her stomach, wet skin dampening the soft linen from the bath they took together in their clawfoot tub. She stretches out in the way she knows is hypnotizing; seducing him to abandon those mundane tasks he said he was going to do by lifting her ass off the bed just slightly—just enough to steal his second glance and capture it. His gaze drags all along her bare body; from the curve of her backside, to the scars on her toned shoulders, to the uneven tan she has on her arms and up to that smile turned impish and irresistible, beckoning for his attention, no—demanding it. 

“Stop that,” Link smiles back, trying to hold onto the little restraint he has left and losing. “You’re making it hard—I mean difficult—to ignore you.”

Her eyes dart down to his groin to see for herself. He’s already growing hard again, blatantly obvious beneath the towel wrapped around his waist, and she smirks at him. Lazy and graceful and utterly suggestive, Zel places her chin in her palm, then bends at the knees for her ankles to hover in the air above her backside. 

“Then don’t,” she says.

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[pastelsandpining]

milk & honey

masterlist

almost 9k words of hurt/comfort, nsfw

pre-TotK

Read on AO3

cw for scar mention, injury mention, blood mention

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The downpour of rain trickles off of the roof in steady streams, filling the atmosphere with a quiet, calming sort of noise. The ground is soaked to its very core; it's evident in the puddle of mud beneath the tree just outside of their house. Link can see it from his kitchen window--at least, in those rare moments when the rain lets up. Aside from that gentle pitter-patter, there's no other sign of life. All the people of Hateno are inside, all the animals are quiet, and everything that makes up the usual symphony of life in the village is taking cover. It’s been raining all day.

That’s the thing about the wet season: Link finds it can bring them all to the lowest point. The cool air and petrichor is nice at first, but how long can they go without setting foot outside to bask in the sunlight? When the clouds are gray and persistent, there’s no hope of any warmth shining through. It feels almost as if it’ll go on forever.

In these dreary instances, they try to find simple things to do to keep their spirits up. Most of the time, it isn’t hard. Any time he gets to spend with Zelda is a blessing, whether they can adventure as they do so or not.

Their idea for the night had been to make soup. What's better at combating the cold and the gloom than a warm dish made from the heart? That's what Zelda likes to say whenever they make her favorite: hearty soup. It's rich, creamy, and she loves to help him make it--which is, without a doubt, his favorite part about it. He likes to watch her hands as they stir, as they bring a spoonful to her lips that he pretends he doesn’t see—but she can’t taste anything until all the ingredients have blended together into something magical. In order for that to happen, he needs to finish with the vegetables.

He dries the freshly rinsed radishes and places them upon the wooden cutting board she’d gotten him months ago, when she’d grown tired of watching him use his kitchen counter—hardly fitting for the most forceful of tasks (he loves her for her thoughtfulness, really. It’ll be very hard to damage his countertop if he uses a cutting board). His hands are steady and careful as he takes up the knife. Wielding a blade of any kind is second nature to him, something his hands knew how to do before his fractured mind could remember why. A cooking knife is by no means a sword; it’s small and light and short, but he knows it no less. The sharp edge glides through the radish as if it’s only water.

“—Purah thinks all we really need is a guardian gear to test it on, but acquiring one requires writing to Robbie, and she thinks he hasn’t a clue about her current…um… predicament.”

Zelda’s been working on an upgrade to the Sheikah Slate runes with Purah for weeks. Link gets so amused by her updates and whatever entertainment comes in the form of what the eccentric genius had said that day, but what he treasures most is watching the way Zelda lights up when she speaks of it. A smile, soft and adoring, takes over his features as he looks her way. She’s never lost her spark, has she? To see her bright eyes, sparkling with all the new possibilities life has finally presented her, it’s all he’s ever wanted.

Zelda pauses midway through a sentence when her head turns enough for her to see him. Her cheeks tint pink and her brows raise. There’s a flustered smile on her face when she says,

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Link shrugs his shoulders with a grin. He knows she knows the answer already; it has everything to do with being hopelessly in love with her.

“You have my heart,” he says, holding up a heart-shaped slice of the radish. Zelda rolls her eyes, playful though it is, and he bites back the cackle that threatens to leave him. She can pretend to hate his puns all she wants; he’s caught her playing along more than enough times to call her bluff.

“You’re ridiculous,” Zelda replies. She shakes her head and Link sets the slice back down with a snort. His careful hands dump the slices of radish on the chopping board into the simmering, creamy soup, then he turns to stick both to-be-cleaned objects into the soapy water of the sink as Zelda stirs the final bits of their meal together.

Continue on AO3

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[theangelicstoryteller]

Reunion

Pairing: Link/Zelda, Zelink Raiting: E Words: 10,402 (ongoing) Chapters: 1, 2, and 3/? Summary:

Returning from his many adventures, Link returns to Hyrule and to the queen that awaits him. After some written confessions, Link faces his most daunting challenge of opening his heart to the one who captured it in the hopes she may love him in return.

A sequel to my Zelink Week 2023 work A Link to Romance.

This is a gift for @daemosdaen, who has been a great support of my work. More chapters work, but you can read it on AO3! Just click the title!

#the legend of zelda #zelink #fanfic #fanfiction #a link to the past #alttp #oracle of ages #oracle of seasons #link's awakening #legend of zelda #smut #link x zelda #zelda x link #link/zelda #zelda/link #alttp zelink #there was a gap in the alttp smut market and I aim to fill it #also any mention of them being siblings and I will block you immediately 😌