15 Works by softlie
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“You’re going on a vacation, Hero. That’s an order.”
“And if I should refuse?” Link challenged, eyes flicking up to meet Zelda’s, taunting now. “What, will I be relieved of duty?”
“Hush,” she snorted, fighting back a snicker. “You haven’t even asked what the vacation would entail.”
“To ask would imply interest, my lady, of which I have none.”
“Not even if you’d get to return to your beloved Ordon?”
He gaped at her, sighed heavily. “Well, that simply isn’t fair.”
“Then it’s decided.” Zelda’s smirk could level entire armadas. “You’ll leave first thing in the morning.”
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cheap tricks and fortune in a flash by softlie
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
14 Feb 2025
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“Come, Pet.” The words sent ice down Miko’s spine. And to invoke them so suddenly… “Sit in Master’s lap.” A direct order. She let her shoulders fall, swallowing back her pride to fit herself just where he'd asked. Ayato’s arms curled around her quickly. “There she is, there’s my girl…”
“Your girl? Not anymore.” She leaned away, the desk’s edge digging into the small of her back. “Not with how you’ve embarrassed me.”
“Coming when called, sitting when told… Of course you’re my girl. Tell me,” he began, tugging her tight to his hips, “is my lap more comfortable than your high horse?”
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“It was my fault,” Pantalone said distractedly, entranced by the sliver of skin peeking out from between her glove and her sleeve. “I wasn’t looking where I was going. Too busy daydreaming, I suppose. Are you all right, dear?”
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Oh, she… Was she trembling?
“You must be freezing,” he cooed, smoothing a hand up her back.
“No, it’s… I’m okay, really,” she assured, casting an unconvincing smile his way. He couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re shivering,” he countered. “Unless…” He pursed his lips, tilting his head playfully. “Unless I make you nervous?”
“What?” Her eyes widened above cheeks flushed from the cold. “No, not at all! You seem very kind—”
“Perhaps you’ve taken ill, then.” He lifted a brow. “Or maybe you’ve got low blood sugar. Though…” The corners of his mouth twitched; he granted his smile a bit of agency. “With as sweet as you are, I’d find the latter a bit difficult to believe.”
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“This is never happening again. Tell anyone and I’ll kill you.”
Zelda wouldn’t kill him, though; Link was pretty confident about that. Or, well, he really hoped she wouldn’t. And his chances were good enough, probably, because the first part (the whole “this is never happening again” thing) hadn’t ended up being true (so far). And besides that, he’d really pissed her off on more than a few occasions, so if she hadn’t killed him by now, why would she over something like this? She’d just been crying his name a few minutes ago, after all—
“Did you hear me?”
“Yes, your royal highness.” Oh, he heard her, all right. Gods, Link, harder, harder, it’s so good— “I heard you.”
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i could only have you in my dreams by softlie
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
04 Aug 2023
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“Stelle, wait.”
The hallway’s dim fluorescents shine through the doorway, making haze of her thin t-shirt; her ribs and her waist are shadows of some unattainable, gauzy silhouette, like smoke between fingers. He can’t even see her face now. He wants for so much, for so many things, but he can’t take any of them, not even when they’re right in front of him. Because he isn’t allowed. Not after what he’s done.
“It’s okay, Dan Heng, I’ll just—”
The most he can grant himself is her wrist. This time, though, he holds on and he doesn’t let go. And when she looks at him, he looks right back at her. Steady. Burning.
“Stay,” he says, the single syllable so demanding that the sound of it surprises even him. His heart thuds. The Hunt is thick in his veins. “Please. I’d like for you to stay.”
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To Hold The Sun by Obsidiangst, softlie
Fandoms: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms
30 Apr 2023
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“The people are angry,” one advisor seethed. “They’re hurt, afraid, and they are demanding reparations. Some even go so far as to demand that the savages assimilate into civilized society, that we deliver an ultimatum.”
“What if we compromised, and made an attempt to obtain reparations and a peace treaty?” Zelda made a point to draw her eyes across each man seated at the table.
Her father’s hand stilled at his beard, face cast as if shadowed by an autumn storm. Finally, after what felt like years of silence, he stroked his beard thoughtfully.
“It will be so.”
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While they may not have negotiated peace, the war chief reflected, he had a piece that would guarantee it squirming in his grasp.Series
- Part 1 of To Hold The Sun, To Catch The Moon
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thunderstruck by softlie
Fandoms: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms
07 Jan 2023
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Link reaches for the hem of his shirt, lifting it enough that Zelda can see the faintest outline of abdominals— and the much less faint outlines of plenty of tattoos that disappear beneath navy-blue fabric. She's eyeing him mostly unabashedly, painfully aware of the way his jeans— worn tight— fit him (and how, one could argue, they don't).
"I was thinking here." He gestures to one of the few blank spaces on his torso, just beneath his navel. She can't help but lick her lips, mouth watering as she considers where the trail of blonde hair leads. It's irritating, how cute his lopsided little smile is. If she could get that lower lip between her teeth…
"Hm." She scoots her chair forward, leaning in just enough to examine her canvas. Green eyes turn upwards, peering past pectorals to meet blue. "Right here?" Almost a purr; careful fingertips ghost over his skin and he inhales shakily, watching her. Oh, she'd love for him to inhale like that right in her ear. "Quite the interesting place to ask for a tattoo from a woman you've just met."
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There’s something about his Zelda on her elbows and knees, spine arched like Mia’s when she emerges from an afternoon nap, that really does something for Link. He likes when Zelda’s shoulders are low, her chest even lower, perky breasts squished between her ribs and the bed sheets. Likes even more when her knees are level with her nipples, her thighs parted however he directs them. Really likes the way early morning sun catches on smooth skin and its downy hair all the same, almost highlighting what Link considers to be one of Hylia’s greatest gifts: Zelda’s ass.
Submitted to him, in this instance. As it is so often these days.
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no beta no outline no plot. only butt stuff.
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“My Princess?” In the mirror, her face is bright red: she had said that. Her stomach twists painfully and she clamps down on him just as he squeezes at the sides of her neck. “Say it.”
“Your Princess,” Zelda gasps, eyes trained on his reflection. “Your Princess— I’m your Princess.”
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Her appointed knight steps away from their horses, back still turned to the hunting party, and cuts Zelda a dark stare. Her cunt clenches needily, she knows what that look means. His Princess. The audacious endearment sits heavily on the back of her tongue, burning like bile.
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Link fell for Zelda the second he laid his eyes on her in the record store. A year later, it's their first Valentine's Day together, and Zelda's pulled out all the stops... including the door stop. Because they're staying in, like always. Link understands why Zelda's hesitant to tell people about their relationship, but what if she never wants to tell anyone?
Zelinktine's Month 2022 - Day 8
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Link is trying to find the right gift to bring Zelda for Valentine's Day. He's seen the chocolates, the jewelry, the roses... but all of that feels overdone. So what can he bring her instead? Not roses. On purpose. Because Zelda's nothing if not unique.
Zelinktine's Month 2022 - Day 2
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Princesses with magical powers? Knights with Goddess-granted talents? In a world long after the Calamity, these things are no more than fables; conspiracies, even. Legends from an age that never existed at all, serving as bedtime stories for children or fodder for witless rumor mills. Or, at least, that's what politicians would lead you to believe.
Somewhat modern era, initially meant to just be Zelink smut but ended up with an actual plot :')
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After saving Hyrule, Zelda and Link have their work cut out for them in repairing the kingdom and its surrounding communities. Link, ever the hard worker, deserves some time off, which Zelda forces him to take. It's only once he's gone that she realizes just how necessary his 'work' around the castle is.
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A certain Sheikah bard is infatuated with Zelda. He finds out that Link writes lovely poetry, and, knowing how close he is with Zelda, asks him for help in writing poems to get Zelda to fall for him. His plan works, but unfortunately, Zelda fell in love with the poems… NOT the poet. As she’s trying to figure out why something doesn’t feel right, Link’s trying to figure something out, too; his feelings.
One-shot Zelink to melt your heart :)
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Heat seared her cheeks, the cauldron in her chest boiling over finally. “I have more important duties, to my people, than just cleaning up the castle and planting flowers. Oh, or did you mean for me to redecorate my room while there may be folk in need, off in the cold, unknown snowfield?” She crossed her arms, glaring at nothing in particular. The initial satisfaction she felt in scolding him was immediately replaced by guilt when she saw his shoulders slump. He said nothing; her fire was extinguished, leaving just her own charred chagrin. She was quiet for a moment before responding, trying to sound exasperated instead of ashamed. “What’s the problem with me going, Link? Am I not qualified to make decisions for myself?”
The knight took a single step back, bowing his head slightly. “I don’t mean to try to govern you, your majesty.”
She wanted to scream, or shove him. She wanted him to yell at her. But she felt her right mind stomping on the smoking remains of her fire. She exhaled, hoping it would expel the smoke that was curling wispy tendrils around her heart. Her emotional labors fruitless, she mounted her horse without another look at the top of his disappointed head. “I will return soon.”