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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 3 years

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Bathtub sex. That's it that's the request. (okay also let me tell you again how much I'm enjoying your writing. The latest one had me squealing at the sweetness of Sooga caring for his master but also... like, talk about depth when it comes to Kohga?? Of course he wants to be strong. And he IS strong, and it's hard to be vulnerable and... ahh you're so good at writing this sort of thing) So yeah, bathtub hanky-panky plz XD

Thank you for the kind words, really! Means so much to me! As for your request, you can ABSOLUTELY have some bathtub fun times! I’ve written them in the tub before, but I have NOT done hanky panky, and shame on me for that.

“I still can’t believe you let me do this.”

Kohga and Sooga were in Kohga’s bath, and both were in the middle of undoing their hair from their classic yiga styling. Kohga chuckled as he fluffed it up in his hands.

“What? Be in my bathroom?”

“Yes. Many of us find it a rather sacred place, and it means a lot, that you deem me worthy of this.”

“‘Worthy’ this and ‘worthy’ that with you. I like you, and you look good naked, it ain’t that deep.”

He held Sooga’s face in his hand, lightly squeezing his chin.

“BUT. It’s sweet, in a way, knowing it means something to you. It’s why I got you a little something.”

Kohga let go of his face, in order to dig into the cabinet. From it, he pulled out a yellow candle, giving it to Sooga.

“This is...for me?”

“Yeah, your favorite is those electric Safflina , right? Saw this candle at the market yesterday, figured you’d really like it.”

“Oh. That’s...very kind of you to remember. Thank you.”

“God you’re smiling that big, dumb smile of yours. Just light it and get in the tub with me.”

Kohga always waved off any sort of praise from Sooga like that. Such simple gestures were nothing to Kohga, but they were everything to Sooga. Sooga lit the candle (along with god knows how many others Kohga liked to have around), before joining him in the tub. There was something so indulgent about Kohga’s tub. Full of flowers, steam, and fragrances, it was like a spa. And what else did a spa have? A handsome guy there to give just the best spa treatment. Aka, Sooga, massaging his scalp in his favorite shampoo.

“Master Kohga, please stop squirming, you know it needs to sit for a moment.”

“Wouldn’t squirm if you’d stop touchin’ my damn ears!”

“...Your ears are cute, I never get to see them.”

Kohga grumbled something about Sooga being a sap, before he begrudgingly let Sooga continue. Sooga, ever since he was allowed in the bath, assumed full responsibility of making sure Kohga was clean. It was annoying, but it was cute, and less work on his end. Plus...it felt nice, having those big, nice hands roaming his frame. It was nice, how careful he was with him. And how there wasn’t a single spot he wouldn’t clean. From his back, to his arms...right to his legs. Kohga leaned up against Sooga, and stopped his hand as soon as it went between his legs. He didn’t wash there TOO much, for ‘honors sake’ as he put it, but why would he have Sooga half ass something with him? Just wasn’t right.

“You know Sooga, you really should take more care of me, if I let you do this.”

“Pardon?”

“I’m saying you need to really clean me here. If YOU’RE gonna do it, do it right.”

Kohga saw the wheels turning in his big, dumb head, and it took him SO long to process what he meant.

“Ah. I see. I suppose I have been slacking, Master Kohga. Please, do forgive me.”

He wrapped an arm around Kohga, before using his other hand to start to lightly stroke Master Kohga’s cock. He was always so slow at first. It was cute, but god dammit Kohga liked his shit right out of the gate. He was going to complain about it, before Sooga leaned down, and pressed his lips against Kohga’s, It was soft, smooth kiss, and it kinda made Kohga forget that Sooga’s hand could be going MUCH faster. Kohga chuckled once they parted, cupping the side of his face.

“Now THIS is way more like it. You know, I like a LOT of things about you, but my favorite thing has gotta be those hands of yours. Though, the hair is a damn close second.”

He wasn’t gonna be the only one getting something out of their little bathtime. He watched Sooga slightly melt as Kohga dug his fingers through his hair, giving it just an ever so slight pull. Sooga chuckled, clearly not expecting Kohga to get frisky in return.

“I like many things about you as well. Your way with words, your nice hair, your ever so skilled hands…”

Sooga’s thoughts drifted off as Kohga pulled him into another kiss, chuckling into it. Sooga lightly squeezed at his balls, before returning to stroking his nice, thick cock. It was borderline romantic, how he was treating Kohga. Not his usual cup of tea, but...Kohga liked Sooga. A lot. Kohga chuckled, lightly shaking his head as Sooga gave him such a loving set of puppy dog eyes.

“Ha. You love me. Idiot. You got the biggest, fattest crush on me.”

“I do, I really, really do.”

Sooga chuckled, quickening his pace on his hand just a little bit. He knew his Master liked it fast, but Sooga MUCH preferred it when they took things slow. It was cute, watching his Master slowly unravel in his hands. He pressed his lips against his bare shoulder, sighing at the soft, aromatic skin.

“Even eight pack Sidon?”

“I do like you. I like you so very much, I can’t imagine myself really liking anyone but you.”

“Even him.”

“Even the Goron Sweetheart, Daruk?”

“That’s you, Master Kohga.”

Kohga looked up at him, as if he was offended. So what if he was stroking his cock in a nice and hot bath? Didn’t mean he could talk shit.

“Excuse me, I can’t be the only one here who thinks Gorons are hot as hell.”

“You must be, because quite frankly, I don’t. Daruk is...sweet, and rather simple. Not my type.”

“It’s mine. Makes sense why I like you. Especially when you tie that with the pretty hair, I like the pretty hair.”

Sooga took his turn to huf, burying his face in the crook of his Master’s neck, speeding up his palm just a little.

“...who has the better hair?”

“Don’t tell me you’re getting into a pissing contest with DARUK of all people.”

“I am not. It’s just a question.”

Kohga laughed, sort of finding it hard to think as Sooga’s hand was starting to speed up still. THIS was way more like it.

“Look, I like YOU, what does it matter?”

“It doesn’t answer my question.”

“You jealous dog.”

Kohga chuckled, leaning up to peck at his neck. He sighed as he relaxed in Sooga’s arms, starting to feel that build up in his gut. He let Sooga look at him in eagerness, before he finally relented.

“You BOTH have pretty hair. But trust me, I like yours a lot better. He’s the sorta ‘dumb blonde’ type. While it’s cute, I like yours a lot better. Super soft and long. I like YOU a lot more, Sooga.”

“Good. While I have no qualms with you being in bed with others...I dislike the idea that you’d like them better than me.”

Jealous little Sooga, muttering his bitterness right into Kohga’s ear as his hand started to very quickly pump his cock, making him squirm in his grip. Kohga laughed, digging his fingers in his hair, and giving it a nice, good pull.

“It’s like food, Sooga. I like Tabantha bakes, but no way would I take them over my bananas. I don’t like anyone more than you.”

“I don’t know, I see how often you look at Rhoam’s rear end.”

“Listen, dude’s got some thunder cheeks, I can’t stop that.”

They both shared a snicker at that. While they were somewhat kidding, Kohga DID think Rhoam was such a dilf.

“You’re such a unique man, Master Kohga. I know I personally couldn’t love anyone more than you. No one. No one is prettier than you, no one is as sweet as you, no one plagues my thoughts like you do. There isn’t anyone in the world more hunky than you.”

Kohga didn’t need much else. Aside from the fact that his palm was working so fast against him, those sweet, honest words were enough to make Kohga cum, clinging onto Sooga’s arm as he did just that. He laid against Sooga as he sighed in relief, though it didn’t last long, given the fact that Sooga started to decorate his face in kisses. Kohga laughed, pushing his face away.

“Sooga come ON! You just made me cum, can you give me two seconds before you get all mushy gushy on me?”

“No. Because I love you so much, I want to be the only one in your thoughts. Not Daruk, not anyone.”

“Even Link?”

“...”

Sooga suddenly got out of the bath, covering himself in a towel. Kohga cocked his head from the tub.

“Where are you going?”

“I have a knight to neuter.”

“Sooga, come on, enough joking, that’s-wait why do you have your sword? Sooga? SOOGA NO-”

#asks #kohga #sooga #lemon #the takeaway? Sooga is a jealous jealous man #and Link was fine thankfully #kohga caught sooga two seconds before boy was about to perform some surgery on his ass #have i made it clear that link and sooga are essentially rivals

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possiblyelvenwrites · 5 years

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As You Sow, So Shall You Reap

[link to Ao3 | part 4 in a series]

(Possible tw: Near death experience)

Sidon clung to the mast as the wind whipped water into his face, wondering if it would be ironic if he died in the same way as his sister or merely coincidental. He’d never been good with literature lessons, and to be fair, his mind was mostly consumed with other things at the moment. He could already feel his father’s rage, spurred by grief. After all, he had expressly told Sidon not to do as he was currently doing.

Before he left on his journey, a diplomatic mission to the Rito, Dorephan had held his son by the shoulders, grip firm despite his increasing age. Sidon was no small man, but Dorephan still towered over him, though the years had rounded his physique. “You will promise me that you will be careful, my son.”

“I will, Father.”

“If a storm comes upon you, you must get inside. Do not risk yourself - the sailors are more experienced than you, and can handle the ship. We cannot lose you.” Mipha’s missing presence loomed over them both, and Sidon had swallowed, nodding once.

“Yes, Father.”

But how could he abandon his crew? It wasn’t as if he was a novice to the ship’s rigging; all of his free time, prior to meeting his lovely merman, had been spent down at the docks, asking question after question while the sailors taught him how they ran a ship. He had gone out sailing, both in small dories that barely held him and a pair of sailors and on large caravels, allowed to steer them around the harbor. After all, a prince could pay handsomely for such jaunts, reimbursing the lost time for packing boxes aboard and then some. It was only right that now, when his crew needed him most, he should be above deck and doing his best to help keep the ship steady.

None of that seemed to matter as he felt his grip slackening, gritting his teeth against the cold and the rain. The squalls had been getting worse recently, and for a moment he regretted not taking the land route, though it would have taken almost three times as long to arrive. A large wave slammed into the ship, breaking the last of his strength. Unable to fight the raging waves and wind, he was swept overboard, plunging deep into the waters below.

Like his sister before him, Sidon had spent enough time in the water to be an accomplished swimmer. They’d spent many afternoons playing by the sea when he was young, and as he grew he pushed himself harder, swimming up and down the strand in deeper and deeper water, going longer distances, swimming rougher seas. But nothing compared to the fury of a maelstrom, and every time he tried to get to the surface, the waves pulled him under again.

Darkness started to surge at the edges of his vision, and he felt his arm strength going weak. Just as he let his eyes drift closed, just as he stopped fighting the current, he heard a loud, high pitched noise, seemingly echoing from all around him. Brilliant blue eyes appeared in front of him, and the world went dark.

So this is the Zora prince I’ve heard so much talk about.

“Mipha?” It felt like Sidon was still underwater. His arms and legs moved sluggishly, as though swimming, despite being in plain air as far as he could tell. There was red hair, just out of reach, with golden eyes like a mirror. His sister’s mouth moved slowly, the movements not quite matching her words.

He’s speaking to me. He wants Mipha.

“Yes, yes!” Sidon’s voice was ragged, a thousand shards of glass tearing at his throat. He tried to nod, but couldn’t move enough. “Mipha, I’ve missed you, you aren’t supposed to be here - ”

The image distorted. His golden eyes were now met with bright blue, the girl’s bow of a mouth turned down at the corners. I am not Mipha. I’m sorry. Her hair faded to gold, slowly washing out shade by shade as Sidon cried out in dismay. The image distorted again, overexposed, and a second figure layered over the first. I’m sorry. The words came from the girl, but the second figure made the sign for sorry, over and over in an endless loop.

Rest now, Zora prince. You’re scaring him.

Before Sidon could protest, ask for any sort of explanation, the world went completely black again.

Sidon coughed himself awake. Rolling onto his side, he retched, the taste of seawater heavy in his mouth. The movement dislodged a layer of palm leaves that had been placed on top of him, though by what, he couldn’t imagine. It took him a moment to take in his surroundings - a secluded beach he had never seen before, the sun shining and birds calling in the distance. He was barely out of the water, but it was clear that someone had placed him there, carefully moving him far enough that he wouldn’t be taken by the high tide.

“He’s awake!”

Sidon startled at the sudden voice, scrambling up and pushing himself backwards, as if that would do anything to protect himself. The stranger giggled, and he looked around, spotting a young child out in the surf. Before he could do more than open his mouth, the little girl was turning around and yelling out to the waves. “Link! Li-ink, he’s awake!” Dumbfounded, Sidon watched as the young merchild did a little half leap out of the water and dived beneath the waves, red tail slapping the water as she went.

Less than a minute later, Link was breaching the surface instead, eyes wild until he spotted Sidon in his new position. Link raced to the shore, throwing himself on the sand and using his arms to drag himself the rest of the way next to Sidon.

“Stop, Link, I beg you - I’m alright, don’t hurt yourself on my account!”

Three days, Link informed him, then reached up to take Sidon’s face in his hands. He’d never really noticed before, but Link’s fingers were slightly webbed and covered with light, translucent scales that he had never been able to see in the dark of the cove. Link carefully turned Sidon’s head from side to side, fingers feather light against his cheeks. Sidon was so entranced by the feeling that it took him a moment to register what Link was telling him.

“Three - Three days? I’ve been lying there for three days?”

Link frowned, biting the corner of his lip as he tried to explain. Sidon briefly mourned the loss of his touch when the merman pulled back to sign. Out three days. On the beach for two. One day of travel. You were very far out in the ocean, even for here.

Sidon had so many questions, it was hard to pick one. “Here. Where is here, Link?”

K-O-R-O-K Korok forest. Link looked at him expectantly, puffing his cheeks out when Sidon simply gave him a blank look. Forest spirits? Friends. He gestured behind Sidon, who looked to where he was pointing. There were several sets of eyes on him from beyond the tree line, all of which vanished with startled squeaks the moment he looked at them. He turned back to Link just in time to catch the merman’s eye roll. Shy friends.

“Right, okay. That’s… that’s the least of my worries right now.” Sidon nodded, crossing his legs. “What of my crew? Are they here as well?”

Link shifted back and forth, and Sidon wasn’t sure if he was squirming at the question or merely the hot sand. No. Zelda wouldn’t allow it. But they were safe, as many as I could find. Link refused to meet his eyes, instead looking back out towards the sea. Big pieces of wood. Lifeboats. Lost some. I’m sorry.

Sidon could feel his stomach drop, but forced himself to nod. “You did what you could, Link. For that, I am grateful.”

Could not let you drown. Could not let you be Mipha. Link flicked his tail, and suddenly began scooting back towards the water.

“Link - ”

Food, Link signed over his shoulder, before diving into the water.

“Link!” Sidon scrambled for the shore, only stopping as a wave of nausea overtook him. It was no use, anyway. Link was once again gone.

Sidon had tried to stay awake, he really had, but the exhaustion and warm sand beneath him dragged him back under. The next time he woke, Link was back, though he stayed in the water this time. He gestured to a pile of supplies near Sidon’s feet. There was a large, flat leaf, upon which rested two large fish. Next to that was a pile of sticks and dry grass, and in a pile, what appeared to be about fifty small rocks, each no larger than half his palm.

Koroks don’t know what flint is. All I could remember was black rock. I hope those are right. You don’t eat uncooked fish, and fire will keep you warm at night, right? Link fidgeted with his hands, and everything became clear to Sidon. The palm leaves he had woken up under were a clumsy attempt at a blanket, probably placed on him by the Korok as directed by Link. Even as he slept, Link had clearly been keeping watch over him, desperate to keep him alive. Sidon’s breath caught in his throat, and he nodded.

“Yes, and even if there’s no flint, there are other ways to start fire. Thank you, Link. And thank you to your friends, as well.”

Link smiled, relieved, and moved closer to where sand met waves. He watched in fascination as Sidon set up the campfire, nimble hands picking through the rocks and striking the flint with ease. As Sidon stuck the fish on sticks and placed them near the fire, Link gave him a smile back, seeming to finally be over his worry. Sorry, no spices.

Sidon had to laugh at that. “I believe I can survive a night without it, dearest Link.” Link laughed as well, the bright chime that would have brought Sidon to his knees, were he standing. Sidon’s smile quickly faded, however, as he became lost in thought.

“Link, I appreciate all that you have done for me. But please, is there any way that you can help me back to my home? My father will be worried for me, and I must get back as soon as possible.”

Link lowered his eyes for a moment, but nodded, well aware that he couldn’t keep Sidon secreted away here forever. After all, it wasn’t as if he would stop showing up in the cove. Wanted to make sure you were okay first. That you were strong enough to travel.

“Ah, I suppose it depends on the travel. As a passenger, I could leave today, but as a sailor…”

Link waved both hands to interrupt him. Passenger. Zelda insists.

“Zelda. That’s the princess you mentioned, is she not?” Link had been cagey about his family, about the life he led when not with Sidon, but he had talked about her a few times. The sole heir to the kingdom of the merfolk, she was like a sister to Link, and the merman was very fond of her. Sidon had the suspicion that if Link were not so close to her, Sidon wouldn’t be alive now. “May I thank her, as well?”

“You may.” A new voice came from further out from the shore. It commanded respect, the tone regal and soft. Sidon squinted to try to see better as the young merwoman swam closer. She truly looked like she could be Link’s sister, though her decorations were far more elaborate, and he caught a glimpse of pure white scales accented with blue when her tail flicked above the water.

“Your highness,” Sidon replied, bowing as best he could from his seat on the sand. The world may have gone mad around him, but never let it be said that Prince Sidon of the Zora lost his manners.

“Your highness,” Zelda echoed back, dipping her head briefly. “It’s good to finally meet you. So you’re the human that Link has been spending so much time with.” She seemed to be sizing him up, while Link sputtered beside her, waving his hands to try to stop her. She ignored him and his signing, which Sidon desperately wished he could turn to see what he was saying without looking rude. Sidon stayed quiet as she swam from one side of him to the other, thoroughly inspecting him. After what felt like an eternity of silent scrutiny, she moved away again, sighing. “Well, Link always did have odd tastes.” Link let out a sound like a strangled cat, and even from his angle, Sidon could tell he was turning bright red. He couldn’t help but laugh, even if it made something in his chest hurt.

“I think you’ve got the wrong idea, your highness. Link is my dearest friend, but he’s never indicated anything more than that.”

“Is that so?” Zelda looked unconvinced, looking between Link and Sidon. “I suppose it doesn’t matter. Here.” She reached into a pouch tied around her waist, withdrawing a handful of seeds. “Eat these before you sleep. It will ensure you sleep through our travels, and when you wake, it will be in your homeland. I’m not having you remember the way here so you can bring your people to take our island.” Link moved forward, indignant, but Sidon stopped him with a hand.

“I understand your concern, your highness. I’ll do as you ask. Thank you once again for all your help.” He accepted the seeds, rolling them around in his palm. “May I ask something, though?” Zelda tilted her head, waiting for him to continue. “Why me? Is it simply because Link asked?”

Zelda considered his question for a long moment. “Your sister was a friend to us. She helped Link when he was injured, despite the fact that our people do not like each other. And besides that, you are a friend of the sea.”

“I’m - I’m sorry, I beg your pardon?”

“The fish, Prince Sidon. The ones you move every morning. Link isn’t the only one who noticed your kindness to them. There was nothing for you to gain, no honor, certainly no glory. You did it for them and for your sister. It seems a fair exchange, helping you after you helped so many of them.”

“Oh.” Sidon blinked. He hadn’t even thought about it, beyond it being a tradition and reminder of Mipha. Her voice echoed softly in his head. The sea takes care of us, Sidon. We must be sure to take care of it the same way. “Thank you, then. I assure you that I will continue to do so when I return.”

“See that you do.” Zelda began floating backward, a devilish grin suddenly appearing on her face. “And maybe think about what I said? Link’s always been, well. Bad with words, even when signed.” She laughed, heading back out into the open water. Link sped after her, expression somewhere between mortified and livid. Sidon, for his own part, felt very confused, but somehow… warm, as well.

True to her word, when Sidon awoke next, it was to the clamor of voices.

“The prince!” - “He’s returned!” - “Is he alive?” - “Look at him, not a scratch!” - “Even though the ship went to bits, did you hear?” - “Sh, lad, he’s waking up!”

Sidon slowly opened his eyes, blinking up at the crowd of villagers gathered around him. A gap appeared, and Muzu shoved his way forward. “Up, up, your highness! Your father wishes to see you immediately. Come, make haste.”

Sidon allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, waving dazedly to the villagers as he was led away. Well wishes were called after him, along with promises of gifts, and he was too discombobulated to argue at the moment. Muzu led him through the palace gates and into the throne room, one hand on Sidon’s back to keep him steady. Despite his crabby demeanor, Sidon smiled, knowing it was how Muzu showed he cared.

His father, on the other hand, was more traditional. He was already halfway across the throne room when they entered, and he grabbed Sidon in a strong hug, uncaring of the sea water and sand he was surely getting on his clothes.

“Sidon, my son, my precious son.” Dorephan rested his cheek atop Sidon’s head, and Sidon could feel himself tearing up at the emotion in his voice. He held onto his father tightly, burying his face against the older man’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Father. I didn’t listen to you, and now I’ve made you worry.”

“Nonsense, my boy. The ship went down - nothing you could have done about that. I must thank the goddess that she returned you to me safe and sound.”

Sidon took a deep breath, working up his courage. “The goddess and the merfolk, Father.”

Dorephan pulled back, brow furrowing in his confusion. “The merfolk? What do they have to do with this miracle?”

“Everything!” Sidon coughed, calming himself. “I mean - they saved me, Father. I was losing to the waves, but one of their kind found me and carried me to safety, and then brought me home again. If it weren’t for the merfolk, I would be dead now, I’m certain.”

“Preposterous!” Muzu shook his head, scowling. “The sea water has given you delirium, your highness. No merfolk would aid a human like that.”

“Now, Muzu,” Dorephan warned him, keeping one arm around his son’s shoulders as he turned to look at his advisor. “Sidon has a good head on his shoulders. If he claims the merfolk helped him, then I believe the merfolk helped him.” Sidon felt relief flood his veins. “Perhaps we should rethink how we view the merfolk. But for now, you need rest, my boy.”

Sidon nodded, reluctantly pulling away from his father. “Thank you, Father.”

“No need to thank me, Sidon. I would give up my entire kingdom to see you home safe and sound.” Dorephan smiled at him, and Sidon could feel his throat getting choked up again. “Go now, rest. The healers will be at your rooms soon.”

Sidon nodded, turning to leave with a light heart. Before he knew it, the healers had come and gone, leaving behind tinctures to ease his throat and help him rest. As he drifted off to sleep, he remembered the merwoman’s teasing implications. Surely it was all a jest, wasn’t it? And yet… what if it wasn’t?

#sidlink #prince sidon #link #loz #loz fanfic #botw #botw fanfic #okay to reblog #merman au #love like an ocean #mute!link #muzu #dorephan #zelda

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goodmorningawfulbye · 7 years

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A Royal Collar and A Crown of Flowers

Or “A Royal Wedding...” Part 2. The vows/text of the wedding are straight from the Tarrey Town wedding, obviously modified to fit a prince and his consort. Gender-neutral reader.

enjoy!

You hadn’t even known there was a jeweler in the Domain. Then again, who else kept the royal family’s jewelry in good repair, and handled the precious stones that went in and out in trade?

Even with that logic, it was still a bit of a shock to be seated before the jeweler, in preparation for your (second, more official) wedding. He palmed the netted pearl you wore around your neck, rubbing it between his fingers.

“Is this the token his highness gave you last time?”

You nodded. “Can it be part of the collar?”

“I’ll certainly see what I can do.” He told you. He tapped your chin to lift it up. “Hmm… you’ve got a strong pulse, and a rather tall and thin neck for a Hylian,” he took a tape measure from around his neck. “But it’s still thicker and shorter than a Zora’s.” He loosely wrapped the tape measure around the base of your neck, the edges resting on your clavicle. He lifted it away with a quiet “hmm” and jotted the measurement down. Then he measured from your collarbones halfway up your throat, turned, and wrote that number down.

There was a barely-comfortable silence as he worked; mostly his occasional humming was what kept you relaxed. He turned to you suddenly. “Do you have any metal sensitivities?”

“No, not that I know of,” you told him.

He gestured to his diagram, holding it up so you could see it a little better, “I’m thinking silver, like his highness’s. His is rather tarnished—not much you can do, really, water does that—but his will be polished up for the ceremony. You’ll match. It’ll be lovely.”

“I’m sure it will!” You smiled wide at the idea, you and Sidon in matching sparkly markers of royalty. You’d be happy with him without all of that, but the glitter was… well, it was nice. Was it so bad to like all the accoutrements of royalty? It was all unfamiliar to you, until recently. Someday, it would be less of a big deal, you were sure. You just hoped you never got so used to it that you…

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the jeweler laughing. “It’s such a shame his highness isn’t the princess, or we’d have you kitted in silver and sapphires. That’d be beautiful. I haven’t even seen a sapphire collar in such a long time.”

“That would be nice,” you sighed, “I mean, I did give Sidon sapphires in my token for him. And rubies, too!”

“That’s cute. I can’t wait to see that when I polish his collar, then,” the jeweler said, smiling. He leaned back, playing a little with the netted pearl’s chain. “You’re free to go now. I’ll deliver the collars the day of the ceremony.”

You stood up then, smoothing your clothes and left, waving over your shoulder. You had another appointment for planning this big event. It was at the end of the week, and you were much more prepared and excited this time than you were last time—and of course this was saying something, because the elders had gotten you plenty prepared last time, and you’d been very, very excited, even during your episode of fear and hesitation the night before.

But this time, there was absolutely nothing to fear. Kapson knew what he was doing, firstly, and secondly, you and Sidon were already married. There was no changing that.

You knocked on the wall, announcing your arrival at your next appointment—outfit planning.

Last time, you’d been, in Sidon’s words, luminous. But it was just you, him, attendants, and the king. This time? It was the whole Domain watching, and diplomatic guests. You couldn’t just dress up. No. You had to be resplendent.

The ones in charge of dressing you were the same as last time. They still liked the idea of a flower crown of lilies and lotuses, so they insisted that you do that again. You didn’t mind.

As for your clothes, they would be much more extravagant—silk, perhaps. Something shiny for sure. And definitely some lace somewhere. In addition, they told you they would weave your flower crown with bits of kelp as well this time, to thicken it, to give it an extra something. You told them that you placed your utmost trust in them, and you would see their final design when you were put into it.

As you left them, you sighed. There. You had planned everything you were responsible for. Now all there was, was waiting. And that you could do.

The night before your second wedding, and your official entrance into the royal family, you sat up with Sidon, dipping your feet into his resting pool as he sat between your legs, arms crossed and resting on your thighs as he gazed up into your eyes.

“So, my dearest, my darling, the pearl in my ocean and the moon in my sky—”

You giggled. “Sidon, stop.” You poked his ribs with a toe, making him laugh, too.

“All right, since you asked so nicely. Are you looking forward to tomorrow?”

“Yes. I’m much more confident this time.”

“That’s good to hear. You look more relaxed than you did last time.”

“Well, yeah, but we’re in our bedroom. This isn’t new and scary anymore. It’s… comfortable and familiar.” You wet a hand in the water and laid it on his cheek. “Tomorrow, I’ll be your spouse and the royal consort, officially. It’s exciting in a relieving way.”

He smiled up at you, a soft and dreamy smile. “I’m so glad you feel that way, dearest.” He pushed up on his forearms to lift himself to your lips, and pressed a soft kiss to them. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Sidon. And I can’t wait for the whole Domain to hear me say it, and see me prove it.”

You were still rubbing the sleep out of your eyes when you left your room to get dressed. Sidon sat up on the edge of your bed and waved to you. “See you soon, beloved.” You returned the wave with a sleepy smile.

“Yes, see you later.”

You were honestly gob-smacked by your marital outfit. “Your dressers,” as you’d been calling them, had outdone themselves. You were to be dressed in a gold silk top, with flowing white below, and ruby and sapphire buttons. It was, in short, incredible. All of it would shimmer and glint in the sun, when you went out there. Resplendent.

You were afraid you would have to hold back tears as your dressers settled the floral crown atop your head. You looked in the mirror nearby, feeling very ready to present yourself to Kapson, the Zora populace, and the other guests. You nodded to your dressers, and they led you to the staircase before the throne room, in front of the goddess statue yet again.

Kapson waited there, and you could see a few familiar faces in the crowd—Link, Riju, the Rito elder whose name you couldn’t recall (you’d only met him once, after all)—and you looked to your right, into the throne room, to see King Dorephan smiling at you. You returned the smile and waved. He waved back, and then you turned away, to see Sidon on his way towards you, as fully decked out as you were. It was strange to see him without his collar, but he looked strikingly handsome, all dressed up.

Clearly, he’d thought the same about you. When he reached you, he took your hand and pulled you in close. “I didn’t know you could look more beautiful than you had on our first wedding day, or any other day before or since.” You blushed, and the two of you parted as Kapson called for silence from the chattering crowd.

He began. “As you’re well aware, we’ve come here today to join our prince with his beloved in matrimony.”

You and Sidon shared a knowing glance and a small smile, though luckily, your faces fell before Kapson turned to Sidon.

“Your Highness,” he said, “before the eyes of these guests and Her Grace, the Goddess Hylia, do you take this Hylian to be your spouse, to have and to hold, in good times and bad?”

Sidon smiled sweetly, and with eyes full of love, he said, “I do.”

Kapson nodded and turned to you. “Y/n, before the eyes of these guests and Her Grace, the Goddess Hylia, do you take His Highness Prince Sidon to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health?”

You beamed. “Yes, I do.”

Kapson nodded again. “Wonderful. Please kneel for your collaring.” You and Sidon both knelt, helping each other to your knees and still holding hands once you were on the ground. The collars, almost blindingly shiny in the sun, were brought to Kapson, and he fastened Sidon’s around his neck first. The ruby and sapphire pendant you had given Sidon was now no longer a pendant, but fixed at the bottom of the V-shape in the collar’s center. It looked like it had always belonged there, truthfully, as though its addition had completed his collar.

Yours was next. You shut your eyes as the collar was brought around your neck, holding your breath as it was clasped in front. The netted pearl swung from the bottom of the V-shape at the center. You were so glad the jeweler had found a way to work it in, and keep it as a pendant. You opened your eyes, finally, as Kapson said to those gathered, “Now, dear guests, join me in hailing the new royal couple!”

As you and Sidon rose from your position, an absolute roar went through the crowd, whistles and shouts of joy punctuating it. Confetti fell from somewhere, and finally you let yourself release a few tears, still beaming. Sidon wiped the tears away with his thumb, then pulled you close to him.

“Shall we go for it?”

“For what?”

At that, he scooped you up, one arm under your knees, until he had a hold of you bridal-style. How fitting, you thought. Before you could say anything, he had caught your lips in a kiss. Ah, you realized, relaxing into it, lifting one hand to his cheek and wrapping the other arm around his neck. Yes, that.

He let you back to the ground, and you grinned up at him, as the crowd still cheered. “They must really like us, huh?”

“Everyone loves a beautiful couple. And the party that’s about to begin must have something to do with their enthusiasm.” Sidon remarked, laughing as he threaded his fingers with yours.

okay, let me just say, I fell in love with Sidon all over again writing the night-before-the-wedding part. I wish you could have seen the image in my mind, he looked so cute. <3

#my writing #Sidon x reader

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