#sidon fluff

Sidon is always careful when it came to massaging you and rubbing lotion on your skin. He knows he's much bigger than you, and he doesn't want to accidentally hurt you by putting his weight on you. He leans in to kiss you so softly before continuing to rub the lotion on you. He smiles sweetly when he notices you closing your eyes and succumbing to the pleasure of all of this.

He enjoys just how soft your skin is. His fingers begin tracing all over your moles and beauty marks that litter your skin. He coos and hums curiously as he begins exploring your body. Sidon could never get tired of doing things like this. He just loves to be able to have you stretched out on the bed like this, your body so bare to him.

"Absolutely breathtaking," he mutters as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Your hands come up to stroke his face, then lower down his fins and his shoulders.

You cannot get over how silky his skin is. It's so much different from yours, but you enjoy getting your hands all over him whenever you get the chance to. Which is pretty seldom most days, but you are so grateful for these moments.

Soon you're lathering the lotion onto his silky skin. He groans softly as you begin massaging him. Your hands soothe all over him, tracing his fins and then caressing his muscles. You can't believe just how strong he is sometimes. He purrs softly, making you giggle.

"My beautiful prince..." you praise him.

The loud booming cry of the Divine Beast shook the domain to it’s core. The storm stirred slowly before lighting began to strike at the trees surrounding the domain.

The Zora people quickly took shelter. Bazz gasped and hurried the Hylian woman into the domain, making sure she was alright before training his eyes on the dam.

“Stay indoors,” he ordered the people within the shop. “Wait until further instruction as I get an assessment of the situation.”

With that, the guard left. “Are we going to die?” Finley asked her mother, stirring unease within the people.

“I doubt that,” The Hylian said, smiling to the girl. “I mean, c’mon. Have you seen the Zora guards? And the prince?” The small Zora’s eyes began to sparkle with excitement. “The guards are heroes, friend. They’ll keep you safe.”

Finley beamed and nodded then pouted. “But…my beloved.”

At the Hylian’s blink, her mother sighed. “An old legend. Actually, would you like to hear it?” She nodded to the Hylian’s shaking hands. “It might distract you.”

“I’d like that,” She confessed.

Though stories brought comfort as they waited, the Hylian’s body flinched at every rumble of thunder, making it acutely obvious she was terrified, but her face remained a smile, as if comforting the nearby Zora children she sat with as the mother told her and everyone who’d listen the legend of the Bank of Wishes.

The guard soon returned and assured everyone the storm was not reaching the domain, only the forests surrounding. Caution was to be taken but it was warranted given the circumstance. He then approached the Hylian.

“I’m sorry. Because of how dangerous it is, it might be best if you stay here until the storm has passed,” He amended.

“That’s alright. Thank you. If there’s anything I can do to pull my weight around here, please let me know,” She sighed, flinching again at a particularly loud lightning strike.

As the night wore on, she found herself hiding away from the eyes of the Zora people in the storage rooms. Her body shook as she cupped her ears, trying to muffle the loud sounds.

She tried to shoo away the fears, belittling herself for such a childish fear. Even the elder Zora spat at her behavior. She knew…She knew and yet, here she was, hiding in the storage room like a child.

“In here?” A voice muttered from outside. She vaguely swore she heard little Finley’s voice in response before the door opened. “Thank you. I’ll take care of it.”

“Do you really think there’s a ghost in there?” The girl muttered as the larger Zora ducked into the room, looking around before locking onto the Hylian.

He could only stare at her, her face stained with tears as she kept curled up tight, hands covering her ears. She was unaware of his presence.

Finely poked her head in and blinked. “Your highness,” She whispered to Sidon as he glanced at her. “That’s Y/N, the merchant.”

He nodded and put his finger to his lips and gently gestured for her to leave. She nodded, closing the door gently before hurrying off. She couldn’t wait to tell her mother how she was the one who ensured the prince’s new bride.

Sidon smiled as he sat down in front of her, gently patting her knee. He chuckled at the Hylian’s quick jerk away from him, pressing herself even further into the wall. He held his hands up. “You’re alright. I’m here because Finley thought she heard a ghost in here. Happy to see that’s not the case.”

Y/N gulped thickly. “U-Uhm…”

Sidon nodded and looked to the window up high, listening to the thunder. “It’s scary when Vah Ruta summons storms like this. It still terrifies me.”

“Y-You?” she mumbled.

He nodded. “ The day of the Calamity, my sister was slain inside the beast. The malevolent forces that controlled it summoned a huge storm that raged for days. I was still about the age of Finley when that happened–”

“I’m sorry,” She said quickly, trying to wipe away her face. “I didn’t mean t-to burden you more.”

“Burden?” He asked in surprise. “Why is your fear a burden?”

“It’s not fair to you.”

Sidon weighed these words before smiling and moving closer. “Come here,” he said gently, holding out his arms. She stared at him in surprise. “I didn’t say that for pity. I said it because I’m scared too. The last time this happened, I lost someone. Our fears are two sides of the same coin.” He gestured for her to come closer.

Hesitantly, the Hylian moved closer before he scooped her up, holding her close. “There. Now we can hold onto each other until we’re okay again.”

She blushed at the contact,  yelping when another huge bolt struck outside and hid in his neck. Her body trembled as she clung to him. “I…I’ve always been scared of them. It got e-easier when I grew up b-but…”

He smiled. “But the bigger storms just affect you differently?” she nodded into him, making him smile as he rubbed her back. “I understand. You needn’t worry though. I won’t judge you. From what I hear, you did well at keeping a calm demeanor.”

“This is why Hylians are vile things,” A voice echoed in her mind, making her whimper.

“Though, I heard about the elders through the children. Bazz even reported what they’d said. I did scold them.”

“You didn’t need to,” She mumbled. “I’m…old enough. I should be over this childish fear.”

“It’s childish to be fearful of nature?” He challenged, making her flinch. Sidon smiled gently. “Will staying in my room with me help you? Staying with you helps me.”

It was then that Y/N finally took in the trembling of his hands. It was just barely noticeable. She only realized it when he’d tucked her hair behind her ear and felt his claw twitch ever so slightly against her skin.

“Y-Yeah,” she gulped. “I’d…like that.”

“Then it’s settled. When you’re ready, you’ll come to my room where we can hold each other.” Her face went bright red, making him blink. “What?”

“If my mother heard that, she’d be screaming,” She chuckled lightly. “She wouldn’t stop teasing us about how I managed to end up in a prince’s bed.”

Sidon padded to the edge of the water, streaks of ivory moonlight passing over his crimson scales. He kneeled down, wincing as he heard a few of his bones crack, and dipped an experimental hand into the basin. The warmth of the liquid sent a shiver up Sidon’s body and he immediately slid into the water in one fluid movement. The castle maids had prepared his pool with warm water, per your request, to the exact temperature you knew he liked it. Although this was just one of the many guest rooms in the immense castle, he felt your homey presence in every corner of the chamber. It made his heart flutter in adoration.

Sinking lower, he let the water engulf his shoulders. The tension diffused out and a supple moan escaped his parted lips. Lightly treading water, his thoughts circulated through his mind much like the gentle current of the pool. The officials and champions he had rekindled with today, what was he going to eat tomorrow morning, how radiant you had looked in your formal w-

“Prince Sidon, I forgot to ask you on more question before you retired to the room!” Zelda’s melodic voice carried from the hallway. Her small but sturdy frame emerged from behind the towering door, the hem of her gown swaying about her ankles as she danced her way into the entryway. Soon after she appeared, your head peeked its way around the frame.

Perhaps it was the abruptness of the entry, the intimate solitude of the chambers, his discarded garments, or all factors combined, but Sidon suddenly felt hot. Uncomfortably hot; and not from the water.

“A-ah, yes Princess, what did you want to, ah, ask me?” He coughed, awkwardly sinking lower into the pool. He cursed the palace for having such crystal clear water.

Your brow knit into a firm line at his flustered state. Never before had you seen him act like this seemingly for no reason. When his eyes began flicking anxiously from the pile of metal to you, a wave of understanding flooded your consciousness. Sidon felt exposed. And he was embarrassed about it.

It was natural for Hylian habits to rub off on him since the two of you had started courting. When you were in the Domain, the only time you spent away from the Prince was when you were working on Vah Ruta or the one to two hours of his council meetings. With all that contact how could a few things not start to be ingrained in Sidon’s daily routine? It was clear now by the steady reddening of his cheeks that one of those habits pertained to wearing garments. Or more specifically, when one is caught not wearing them.

“Oh, is this a bad time?” She blinked, unclear of what had him acting so strangely. Sidon looked like he was about to expire in the cloud of uncomfortableness that was circling above the pool. As adorable as he looked, shuffling bashfully and avidly studying the carvings on the nearest pillar, you needed to save him. Biting back your laughter you tapped Zelda lightly on the shoulder. Her head whipped around, confusion still inscribed on her face.

“Zelda, it appears that Sidon was not expecting company this late at night.” You stated, giving her a knowing look you prayed she would pick up on. You cocked your head subtly towards the armor and Zelda gasped softly, the tips of her pointed ears running rosy. She then looked to the Prince with panic written all over her features and he returned the expression tenfold. The two of them turned from mimicking rose petals to beats instead, only making the aroma of the room more thick with tension.

“Oh my goodness! My deepest apologies, Sidon. I didn’t realize you were having, ahem, some alone time.” She cleared her throat and dropped her gaze to the floor so fast you wondered if she got whiplash.

“Well, Y/N can just tell me your answer tomorrow morning. Until then.” She stuttered, abruptly turning on her heels and disappearing behind the door. Once the brisk click signaled her departure, every muscle, tendon, and scale in Sidon’s body went lax. He sighed, tipping his head back against the edge of the pool with a gentle clunk. You took a moment to drown in his appearance. He was like a slightly wilted lotus flower with coral petals basking in the rippling droplets of indigo moonlight.

It now physically hurt to restrain your hysterics and you suddenly burst into a fit of giggles, drowning the luminated room in a symphony of laughs not unlike a songbird’s. Sidon poked one eye open and shook his head in mortified distress, still lazily leaning against the tiled rim.  

“Stop laughing, Y/N. I bet she thinks I was doing something lewd or weird. In her castle of all places.” He grumbled, raising his hands out of the water to run them over his face.

Once you had reigned in your cacophony you padded over to the pool and sat down next to his deflated form, feet dangling into the water.

“Nah. It’s okay, Si. She’s my oldest and best friend. If she does I’ll tell her the truth.” You nudged him playfully. He lolled his head to the side in your direction.

“That might be even more embarrassing…” Sidon trailed off, his face contorted into a slight grimace. You returned it with a fond smile.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He huffed, a feigned pout forming on his features. The rosiness on his cheeks bloomed once more as he lightly splashed your feet where they embraced the water’s surface.

“You know, you used to never be embarrassed about being seen without your accessories.” You stated innocently, eyeing him to observe his reaction.“They don’t really leave anything to the imagination, anyway.”

“Hylian customs are rubbing off on me, I guess.” He replied in a small voice, snaking an arm around your calf to press himself into your side. He started idly playing with your toes, offering a squeak from you. You lightly kicked out, hoping to shake him off. Instead he only scooted closer yet he resigned from his tickling.

“What did the Princess want to ask me?” Sidon inquired. He seemed to be mostly recovered from the ordeal.

“She wanted to know what you wanted for breakfast tomorrow. You left before she could put in an order for the chef.”

“Damn, that’s an important question.” He muttered, setting his chin on your knee and looking up at you with anticipation, his eyes large and blinking.  

“I was planning on telling her smoked salmon.” You informed the prince, giving his caudal fin a loving stroke. Sidon’s eyes lit up, his saffron orbs turning a brilliant gold that put the calming hue of the starlight to shame. He could feel himself start to salivate at the mention of the Hylian delicacy.

“Don’t drool on my leg.” You teased, chuckling as he gulped audibly. You were unable to convey your thoughts on the dish as the deep chiming of the castle’s clocktower replaced whatever voice you would have spoken. The twelve bells signaled it had just turned midnight.

“It’s late, we should both get some rest. We need to wake up early for the festivities tomorrow.” You let out a bittersweet sigh, not wanting to break away from the closeness you shared but knowing you would be the walking dead in the morning if you stayed up any longer. As you rose to your feet, Sidon’s head limply fell into the water, his gaze never leaving your form. Just as you were about to deliver a sweet goodnight, he gingerly grabbed your ankle.

“Please stay, my pearl.” He suggested, a gentle plea that caused your heart to skip a beat.

“Can’t get enough of me, hm?” You sang.

“A very true statement, darling.” Sidon cooed, the warmth radiating from his gaze brushing the tips of your ears and leaving a blushed residue in its wake.

“Alright.” You responded through a yawn.

“We can go back to your chambers, if you’d like.” Sidon suggested, releasing his hold on your ankle and making a move to leave the basin. You shook your head and held a hand out to stop him. He halted his movements immediately and blinked up at you.

“You’re soaked. You’ll get my bed wet. I will go get some blankets and return.” You chuckled as you strode towards the doors. He hummed in agreement, a breathy laugh puffing from his chest. Grasping the knob, you turned to face Sidon once more.