Twilight/Reader Head-cannons and Thought Ideas (Part I)
This is a quick thought idea and head-cannons that I whipped up. This has a main focus on the Linked Universe Twilight, but can also be read as Twilight Princess Link.
Absolutely did not edit it since I don’t have time, so I apologize for any errors.
If you enjoy, please leave a comment and let me know if you’d like to see something else!
Twilight loooves to take care of you. His love language is most definitely acts of service.
Having a generally bad day? He will wrap you up in the coziest blanket, make you a warm beverage, and offer to read the cheesiest romance book out loud to you.
Working or studying long hours? No worries. He will cook dinner and make sure there are leftovers for you tomorrow.
If he sees you cooking, he would come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and give you a little peck on the cheek.
The others would tease him whenever he watches you interact with children. He looks so starstruck and in awe at the sight of you laughing and playing.
Would absolutely be daydreaming about a life with you.
If you don’t want children? He would be heartbroken, but ultimately respects your decision. After all, if you don’t want to be a parent then why would he force you.
He could have also had a change of heart after his adventure with Midna, and potentially could have more duties in the castle due to being the Hero.
Twilight absolutely engages in tickle fights with you, just because he loves to hear you laugh. It’s his favorite sound in the world.
He also would love to chase you through the woods in a game of one sided tag.
This has nothing to do with him transforming into a wolf. He just loves to hear you giggle out of nervousness and it gives him a chance to show off his pursuit skills.
While traveling with the chain, Twilight would offer to share his bedroll with you and cuddle with you to stay warm.
He would also constantly be asking you if you are alright. Are you hurt? Uncomfortable? Feet in pain from walking? You can ride on Epona for a while.
If you’ve never learned to ride a horse, he would jump at the opportunity to show you.
You’re in close proximity with one another and his chest would be up against your back. What else do I need to say?
If you’re an avid reader, this man would build you an entire bookshelf to expand his collection of books so you could add yours as well. But he would only do this if he’s heavily considering asking you for your hand in marriage.
Merging bookshelves is practically a marriage proposal anyways.
If you are not from his Hyrule but rather from our dimension, he would try to learn English to the best of his ability considering his Hylian is relatively close in the alphabet. .
Could see a strong bonding activity between the two of you being renting children books from local libraries so the two of you could learn each others language.
Twilight, being the gentleman he is, would open doors for you and gently guide you through it by resting his hand on your lower back. He would also walk behind you on stairs and help you dismount from Epona.
If he senses that you are uncomfortable in a situation, he would whisper in your ear and ask if you would want to escape from it. If you answer yes, he would create an excuse without involving you and lead you away from it.
If you have anxiety, he would ask more frequently to make sure your anxiety isn’t acting up too much. But he would also encourage you to engage in these situations since avoiding social situations/the stressor feeds the anxiety monster. But, if it becomes too much or you ask, he will lead you away.
He is the type of person to, in private, get to a Sky level of affections. Loves nuzzling you, kissing you periodically and randomly, resting a hand on you. This man is stuck to you like glue in private.
Contrastingly though, in public he is more reserved. He will still want to hold your hand or rest his hand on your back. But refrains from more intimate signs of affection, such as kissing you on the lips.
But despite his control over his emotions, he does have the tendency to get jealous. And oh boy when he does get jealous, he will be all over you. Resting his face against your head while you talk, arms wrapped around your waist, and giving the darkest glare to whomever is gaining your attention.
warnings/tags: written with fem!reader in mind, fluff, workaholic Diluc, soft Diluc, established relationship, lmk if I missed anything!
The first rays of sunlight streamed in the room as the sun began to rise. Your arm instinctively reach out to cling to your husband's waist.
Instead of the warm, steady rise and fall of his chest, your fingers met only the cool, smooth fabric of empty sheets.
Your eyes fluttered open, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the heavy drapes of the Dawn Winery master bedroom. You rolled over with a soft sigh, your hand lingering on the spot where Diluc had been sleeping just an hour or two prior. It was still faintly warm, smelling faintly of clean linen and the rich, bitter scent of roasted coffee beans.
Right. It was his day to oversee the early shipments and open up the Angel’s Share.
Throwing a soft robe over your shoulders, you padded quietly down the grand wooden staircase. The manor was peaceful at this hour, the usual bustling energy of the maids and head houseman Elzer reduced to a quiet, respectful hum. Guided by the unmistakable aroma of breakfast, you made your way toward the kitchen.
There he was.
Diluc stood by the counter, already fully dressed in his crisp black trousers and a high-collared white shirt, though he had left his usual heavy coat hanging by the door. His fiery red hair, usually tied back in a high, disciplined ponytail, was currently woven into a loose, slightly messier version of his usual ponytail that rested over his shoulder—a surefire sign he had dressed in a hurry to avoid waking you.
He was leaning over a notepad, reviewing a delivery manifest with a focused frown, a steaming mug of black coffee in his hand.
Before he could turn around, you stepped up behind him, wrapping your arms securely around his waist and pressing your cheek against his broad back.
Diluc didn't flinch. He never did. Instead, you felt the immediate tension melt out of his shoulders. He set his mug down with a soft click and placed one of his large, gloved hands over yours, squeezing gently.
"Did I wake you?" his deep voice rumbled, quiet and raspy with remnants of sleep.
"The lack of my personal heater woke me," you mumbled into his shirt, tightening your grip.
A rare, low chuckle vibrated through his chest. Diluc turned around within your embrace, shifting so he could look down at you. The stern, unyielding Master of the Winery that Mondstadt knew was entirely absent, replaced by a warmth that rivaled the vision at his hip. He reached up, his thumb gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His touch was incredibly tender, a stark contrast to the strength he carried.
"My apologies," he murmured, his crimson eyes softening completely as he looked at you. "The shipments from the northern vineyards arrived early, and Charles needed me to sign off on the tavern’s inventory before noon. I meant to slip out without disturbing your rest."
"You work too hard," you said, looking up at him. "You could let Elzer handle the morning shift for once."
"Perhaps," Diluc conceded, a small, fond smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "But the sooner I finish the inventory, the sooner I can return home to you."
He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then to the tip of your nose, before finally catching your lips in a slow, sweet morning kiss.
When he pulled back, his hand lingered on your cheek. "Breakfast is on the table. Adelinde brought fresh Mondstadt hashbrowns from the market. Eat well, alright?"
"Only if you promise not to skip lunch at the tavern," you countered, holding up a finger.
Diluc’s smile widened just a fraction, a genuine spark of amusement in his eyes. "I promise. Now, go sit down before your food gets cold."
He gave your waist one last affectionate squeeze before reaching for his dark coat. As he walked toward the door, casting one last warm glance over his shoulder, the grand manor didn't feel quite so empty anymore.
I once saw a fanart on pinterest with link having scars all over his body like like scratches and burn marks on his back. Would you write some headcanons about seeing them for the first time or a oneshort about it ? Could be tp link or botw ;)
TP - Link { All For You }
Knocking on the door of the bathroom but no response it was opened slowly to witness Link standing with his shirt off discarded on the floor with some blood, "What happened..?" Asking as the previous sleepiness faded immediately from seeing him. Snapping his head to you with a scrunched look "You.. weren't supposed to see me. Well like this." Mumbling with a slight grunt struggling to patch up his side.
"Here let me.." your tone softening as the roll was taken from him and into your own hands, taking a small cotton pad and patting down the slash on his side, him sat at the edge of the bath with you now on your knees infront.
A low grunt left his lips and screwed eyes, "It doesn't look deep enough to be stitched, luckly." Humming before throwing the cotton in the trash.
Using both hands to wrap around his waist to apply pressure around the wound, a light almost whimper found came from his pressed together lips, the wolf part of him still echoed inside at times.
"You're painfully slow." Raising a brow. "Stop being such a drama queen." Yet his eyes watched you with softness tending to him.
"Mind telling me what happened?" His brows furrowed slightly at the question with a nod, "Ran into some monster.. looking things and as you can tell.. didn't leave unharmed." He huffed with a airy laugh, shaking your head. Standing up with a small grunt following suit as he followed the act.
"How is your back then?" The question was innocent enough yet it made him pause with a click, seemingly hesitant "Not the prettiest sight." He'd joke but you weren't impressed making his smile drop slightly. Turning around in slight a limp, your lips fell open.
Multiple long slashes going down the whole of his back along with some.. burn marks having been imprinted into his pale skin, a light frowned stuck itself on.
Your hand trailed along his back of every scar, slash and mark as his arms showed visbal goosebumps from the sensation. "You've really been through it." Mumbling, he nodded in agreement "It was worth it."
"My back looks like this so yours can stay untouched." Turning as he spoke to face you, only with a few centimeter of space, warmth crept up your face with a downturned smile. "You're ridiculous." A light whisper came out as he simply nodded and intertwining both of your hands with his.
"I would take every hit if it mean you'd be safe." His forehead meeting yours as the room suddenly dove into a warm comfort. "Still stand by what I said." He smiled showing the slight fang of his tooth which always melted you into a small pool, "So do I, love. So do I"
—The moment it happens, Asra’s entire world stops breathing. One second you’re laughing, the next you’re between them and a blade, and then you’re on the ground with blood on your shirt and your smile flickering.
—They drop beside you instantly, trembling hands already glowing with healing light, voice breaking on your name: “No, no, no— stay with me, love, stay with me.”
—The rational part of their mind dissolves. They pour every ounce of magic they have into your wound, ignoring the burns crawling up their own arms, whispering frantic promises: “I can fix this. You’ll be okay. You always make it okay.”
—The guilt is suffocating. You protected them, them, the one who was supposed to protect you. They can’t comprehend it. Their whole being is wired for self-sacrifice; they never imagined you’d do the same.
—When you finally stabilize, Asra refuses to leave your side. They sleep sitting up, head against your shoulder, pulse pressed to yours just to make sure you’re still there.
—Later, when you joke about it (“Hey, at least I made a good shield”), Asra just stares at you with tear-bright eyes and whispers, “Don’t ever do that again. I’d rather be gone than see you fall for me.”
JULIAN
—For a heartbeat, he doesn’t even realize what’s happened. He was supposed to take that blow, it was his duel, his mistake… and then suddenly, it’s you lying there.
—The way he screams your name could wake the dead.
—He falls to his knees, blood smearing across his gloves as he tries to hold you together with shaking hands. His voice breaks on apologies, curses, prayers, all tangled into a frantic litany: “No no no no, please, gods, take me instead.”
—Every trauma, every failure floods back. You were his light, his one proof that he could do something right, and now you’re fading because of him.
—He doesn’t stop talking while the healers work. He tells you stories, half-mad, to keep you anchored. Recounts the first time he saw you smile, the first time you scolded him, the first time he realized he was in love.
—When you finally wake up, he laughs and cries at once, clutching your face like you might vanish. “Don’t you ever do that again,” he says, voice hoarse. “If anyone’s going to make reckless, life-threatening decisions around here, it’s me.”
NADIA
—It happens too fast. You push her out of the way, take the hit meant for her, and in that instant, the Duchess disappears. Nadia the woman takes over.
—Her scream echoes through the marble halls like thunder. She drops to her knees, ripping a strip of her gown to staunch the bleeding with trembling hands that have never trembled before.
“Stay awake,” she orders, voice cracking. “That’s an order, do you hear me?” But there’s nothing commanding about it, only pleading.
—She calls for healers, for guards, for anyone. But she refuses to let go of you. Blood stains her sleeves, her rings, her hair. She doesn’t care.
—When you finally stir hours later, she’s still there with the eyes rimmed red and crown discarded somewhere on the floor. She takes your hand and presses her forehead to it.
“You fool,” she whispers, half-sobbing, half-laughing. “You absolute, magnificent fool. I should imprison you for terrifying me like that.”
MURIEL
—The world narrows to sound: the impact, your gasp and his own heart pounding. He doesn’t even think. He’s beside you in seconds, lifting you with the gentleness of someone holding the last fragile piece of his soul.
—His hands are huge and clumsy, slick with blood. He keeps whispering your name, over and over, like it’s a spell that might wake you.
—Muriel has faced beasts, curses and exile. But this kind of fear is new. He can’t fight it with strength. He can only hold you and hope you keep breathing.
—When Asra or Nadia arrives to heal you, he doesn’t move away. He just keeps your hand in his, jaw clenched so tight it aches.
—For days after, he barely speaks. The guilt eats at him, the idea that you were hurt because of him, because you thought his life was worth protecting. He can’t accept that.
—When you finally sit up, pale but smiling, he almost crumples. You reach for him, and he hesitates, afraid to touch you, afraid he’ll break you again, until you insist. Then he buries his face against your neck, silent tears soaking your skin.
PORTIA
—The moment you push her out of harm’s way, she doesn’t even process it. One blink, and suddenly you’re bleeding.
“No no no no, hey— hey— look at me!” She’s on the ground beside you, hands pressing against the wound even though she’s shaking. “You’re okay, you’re okay, I’m right here, we’re fine—” She’s not fine.
—When the healers come, they have to physically pull her back because she won’t stop talking to you, begging you to stay awake. She’ll pace the hallway for hours, blood still on her hands, refusing to rest.
—When you finally regain consciousness, she collapses beside your bed, head in her arms, sobbing with relief.
“You idiot,” she mumbles between hiccups. “You could’ve died, and then who would I annoy all day?”
—But later, when it’s just you and her in the candlelight, she gets quieter. Her hands tremble as she cups your face, voice small: “Don’t ever think I’m not worth saving, okay? But don’t you ever trade yourself for me again.”
LUCIO
—Lucio has always believed himself invincible…until you throw yourself in front of him. The sight of you taking the hit meant for him breaks something fundamental.
“No— no no no, don’t you dare—” He’s yelling before he even reaches you, his hands frantically trying to stop the bleeding, his voice raw.
—For once, he’s not thinking about image or pride, just you. “You weren’t supposed to do that! I can handle it, I always handle it—” His words crumble into panic.
—He carries you himself, shouting for healers, refusing to let anyone else touch you. His armor is streaked with your blood by the time you’re stable.
—When you wake, his eyes are red and his hair a mess. The proud Count reduced to a man who’s been sitting in the corner all night, head in his hands.
—The second you speak, he’s at your side, half laughing, half crying: “You absolute maniac. I was supposed to protect you! That’s my whole thing!”
—It shakes him. Not just the fear, but the realization that someone loves him enough to risk themselves. It makes him rethink everything he’s ever believed about strength.
Summary: After a rough night with Mhin’s monster form, Kuras had to come by and check up on Mhin as per your request. It takes a different sort of love and trust to get Mhin like this, perhaps this is the first time in years Mhin has even been this calm after turning. Beyond the pending anxiety of transforming or worse, hurting someone close to them in monster form, Mhin seems comfortable enough in their relationship with you. Perhaps even to their surprise.
Very fluffy lots of kisses to spare Mhin from their impending doom in-game.
Warnings: NONE This is raw condensed fluff eat up in your own tooth rotting risk.
Mhin tussled and turned in the sheets of the bed. Their body sank onto the mattress below, feeling heavy. Their bones ached, their head pounded, and when trying to open their eyes, their vision was still blurry. They raised their hand to their head, shocked at the feeling of bandages under their fingertips.
“Oh, I think they are waking up. I best leave you two alone for some space now. Good luck. Feel free to come to me if any further complication occurs.”
That methodical voice. Kuras? Mhin raised themselves from bed, body aching at every moment. They were groaning by the time they got to rest their back against the wall behind them. Pale stands of hair fell in front of their face, tickling their nose.
“Hey- Ease up. Don’t move too much. Kuras said you need to rest today.” That voice. Mhin opened their eyes a little bit, trying to recall why MC was here let alone how Kuras got here (and was leaving) by the time they woke up. “Ugh.” Mhin let their head fall on your shoulder, hair falling from where they were resting their head on you like wisterias decorating a crumpling wall.
“What happened?” Mhin asked. They already knew from the way their body was patched up. Their curse must have taken over. Suddenly shooting up from their position, Mhin turned to face you, eyes frantically searching your body for wounds. Eventually their breaths slowed down, finally realizing the only bandages on you were the ones you used on your hands.
“..You’re okay.” Mhin breathed out a sigh of relief.
“You don’t give yourself enough credit when you turn.” You laughed, appreciating how caring Mhin was towards you, even when bedridden from pain.
“You invited Kuras over to my place? Why? I told you this place was only for us. When if he took something?” Mhin looked around, observing months of work on their stone walls.
Papers hung up, maps with areas circled, and notebooks upon notebooks of observations on monsters. And their latest experiment notes: your curse. It took you nothing short of months to gain Mhin’s trust, let alone enter their house. Every time you were over, you seemed to have a curfew to be sent back to the Wet Wick. But this time, when unease rose in your chest about Leander’s work, you reluctantly asked Mhin if you could stay. Mhin could not say no. Gosh, how could they? Panic had risen in their chest, trying to tidy up the place as if you too were not a part of the mess of this small apartment. Mhin had nothing to offer you other than a couch and their bed, some tea in the kitchen and fish for days in a row to feed upon.
“Oh come on, it’s Kuras.”
”Exactly! How do you know if he’s not- He is a good man. But I can feel something what if he took one of our notes-“
“Mhin.”
Mhin leaned back on the bed. “I know, no excessive movement.” You smiled at their pouty face, and watched as they tried their hardest not to crack under your gaze. This was a different Mhin from before.
“Must have held off pretty well against me.” Mhin rubbed their head; there was apparently a bump they had not noticed yet.
“Oh…ahaha…yeah. So. Would you believe me if I told you that I…did that?” Mhin looked at you, surprise in their eyes.
“Did you hit my head somewhere when you were dragging my unconscious body?” Mhin teased.
“No! I mean you were going all panic-y charging at me, so I bent a branch and-“
“Smacked me in the head?”
“Unconscious.”
Mhin looked down, their chin between their thumb an index. Thinking about something clearly important. “Good.”
What. “I said I hit you unconscious! Think about the brain damage!”
Mhin looked at you now, holding you by your shoulders. “MC, you defended yourself! I don’t blame you. This is good. You need to be able to hold off on your own.”
“Well I can!” You shouted.
“Clearly!” Mhin shouted back. Turning their head to the side and covering their mouth, you could almost see the crack of a smile forming. You leaned in, unaware of the lack of space on the bed. “…I’m just glad I didn’t hurt you. I don’t know if I would forgive myself.”
“You think of me that dearly?” You leaned in closer, your lips a breath away from the pale moon-like skin of the hunter in front of you. Mhin closed the gap between you two, cheeks flushed like it was dusted with roses.
“Always.” Mhin whispered as they pulled away slightly, and their cold fingers found their way to your cheek, gently tilting your head down.
“Don’t be shocked,” They say, as warm breath tickled your closed eyelids. Then you feel it. A slight warmth that feels like a touch of feathers in your eyelid, feeling almost ticklish: a kiss.
“Did you just kiss my eyes?” You rubbed your right eye, scratching the ticklish spot. Mhin lay back down, this time taking you with them to the little nest of pillows and blankets. You lay down, turning your arms away from Mhin, but keeping contact with your bodies. This was nice. The air stilled; it felt as if the world outside did not consist of horrors unknown to mankind, or that the two people in this room were not burdened with unknown curses and unspoken pain. This was it, the closest you could get to a taste of normalcy. With Mhin bandaged up from going haywire in their cursed monster self, after inviting in an absurdly strange doctor, and running away from a shady gang called Adderstone. And yet, within all the chaos, perhaps good existed. You felt it. And perhaps by the gentle kiss Mhin bestowed upon you, they felt it too.
“Yes. It’s usually done before long journeys, but I felt like it.” Mhin closed their eyes, resting. “If I cannot get up today, can you feed the cats?” You knew they were feeling shy by the change of topic, but it felt like nothing Mhin could say could break the intimacy of the moment.
“…Sure Mhin…” You turned to face them, watching the snowy eyelashes batter in close proximity to your presence. Your breath tickled their skin as you got closer and closer to the hunter’s face. Paying back your debt tenfold, Mhin scrunched their nose as your lips met their face at several points, skipping from nose to brow, from one beauty mark to another. The daylight lit Mhin’s face up, leaving them nowhere to hide the flush on their face. Your lashes tickled their cheekbones as you left one last kissto their cheek from above. Cursed hands trapped Mhin as you leaned over their eyes.
“May I?”
Mhin huffed, closing their eyes. “Be very gentle.”
You leaned in, your lips meeting their eyelid as gently as their lips did to yours moments ago.
“That really does tickle more than I thought it would.” Mhin scrunched their face, and also reached to scratch their face. Mhin did not want to open their eyes or meet your gaze. They just knew you had one of your most insufferable smiles, waiting and ready for them.
“You should stop.” Mhin raised their hand to cover your gaze. Their fingers and palm felt cold against your face.
”Stop what.”
”Grinning.”
”Im not grinning.” Liar.
”And I’m not a werebird you smacked unconscious."
“Hey! I said sorry-“
Mhin pushed themselves up, just a little to meet you in the middle, cutting your words short and leaving the sentence dry on your tongue. Unlike their hands, Mhin’s lips were awfully warm. The kiss is over as fast as it began, with Mhin retracting their hand from your face, bringing light to your vision once again.
You didn’t have it in you to make a single sound.
“Speechless? Good. I really need a nap after that night.” Mhin turned in bed, slowly pulling their legs closer to themselves, pretending as if they did not just subject you to one of the most warmth-inducing moments of your life. You lay beside them, making sure your arms were out of reach from the rest of their body. The sunlight seeped through the windows as you too felt the tiredness of last night sinking into your bones. Moments later, sleep took hold of both of your bodies, lulling you to temporary comfort.
Kuras walked back down the road with broken pavement stones to the clinic. Upon arrival, he walked back to the supplies, taking his coat off. Pulling out a chair and putting on his glasses, Kuras pulled pages of paper out of the inside of his coat. Long, well-written observations were signed with the letter “M” in the upper corner. Golden eyes went over rough sketches and pointed notes.
“37: Today we observed and did minor tests on mutated fish, testing the effect of the curse on animals. (Mutated or not, count and effect diagram below). So far we know of mind warping abilities. Subject told me the touch is “calming” for soulless. Because capturing one on the street is too hard, we are going small route.”
The following table consisted of times the fish were subjected to the touch, the amount, and effect list. The following page consisted of anatomical observations of the fish after the touch, followed by other small rodents.
“Interesting… Oh Mhin, if only you asked for help.”
Kuras put the papers away, and opened the clinic up for the day.
Peli’s notes✨🌓: Kuras you sneaky little- yeah I have a favorite what gave it away lol. Anyway we talked abt how intimate eye kisses were in TS discord so ofccccc I wanted to write for it. Very much tooth rotting fluff. As much as I love drawing Mhin go through basic inconvenient life situations, I also think they need some loveeeeee. Shoutout to Mhin fans you are seen. I see you. Duck Im gonna throw a brick at you without a kiss on it next-
ALSO IM LIKE, SOOOO FEELING THE STAINED GLASS AESTHETIC FOR INDIVIDUAL CHARACTERS LIKE WHAAAT- Blog curation Pelicore at it’s finest.
you arent in the chain, and it wont be described whether or not the links have met one another or yet! very open, just your preferred link coming home to you being clingy! there's some angst in some (cough wild cough) but nothing too bad!
all variations of the reader are around the same age as the link, excluding Wind!
general thing, all characters are minimum 18 yo and are all in established relationships (besides wind, who's like 14 and therefore has a platonic relationship w/reader)
hope you enjoy!
for the sake of ease of this, no separations for red, vio, green, or blue sorry yall
four is exhausted when he finally gets home
hes been working all day, and then there were some errands he had to run, and..
ugh. hes exhausted
so, when he finds you all curled up in bed? oh he has NEVER been so tempted to just curl up in your arms and beg you to hold him
he knows by now he doesnt need to ask to be held but man
four manages to refrain, though, and drags himself to bathe first and throw on some loose nightclothes
as soon as he's clean though?
oh this guy is just collapsing on top of you and the bed
it disturbs you and your sleep, but thankfully by this point youre definitely used to him being this tired
he'd had an unusually busy day though, so unlike normal when hed roll over and the two of you would just loosely cuddle, four latches onto you, face buried against your neck
it wakes you up properly, and so you peak your eyes open
you aren't opposed to cuddling your boyfriend, obviously, so you wrap your arms around him and just hold him, content to go back to sleep
four is, also, very happy with this. he relaxes and melts against you slowly, a soft sigh escaping him before he slowly drifts off to sleep
hyrule's had a wonderful day, surprisingly
hes managed to avoid SO many monster run ins, found some new plants, and is entirely unharmed!
and you know what makes it even better? coming back to his and your little makeshift home to see you cooking
he loves, loves, loves when you cook
are you good at it? bad at it? doesn't matter. hyrule LOVES your food because he loves you, and thats just how it is, he doesnt make the rules
he's smiley, and giggly, and he wraps his arms around you as best he can while tripping over himself
thankfully youre not in any danger of getting hurt as he knocks the two of you to the ground
you laugh and it's his second favorite thing in the world, second only to your kisses
he's thrilled as you guys shift so that he's straddling your waist, cupping your face, calling you petnames, and kissing your face
it makes you laugh more, which makes him kiss you more, and it just repeats the process
eventually you get him off of you and go back to cooking, but he hangs off of you in one way or another as you cook
if youre the type to get annoyed by things like that when youre cooking, he'll just shift forms and lay on your head until youre done
as you guys eat, he's pressed against your side and bouncing with energy
hes just in a GREAT mood and you get to see the full brunt of it
if whatever you made is sweet, bet on him getting even clingier
he doesnt do clingy
he DOESNT
except he hasnt seen you in a long while, and hes missed you so much
what else was he meant to do?? not tug you into a hug as soon as you got inside the door?
he'd gotten home earlier himself, and had been rather bummed to see you not home as well
what do you MEAN you had errands to run??? he doesn't believe it
still, he doesn't complain
he just hugs you and rocks back and forth.
he's sore, and tired, and he'd really like to lay down with you. maybe take a nice, warm bath, properly relax for the first time in who knows how long
but he feels like he's been a bit starved lately, and he doesn't want to part from you
especially once your own arms are around him and squeezing gently, a kiss pressed to the side of his head pairing well with a soft welcome home
he kind of wants to melt against you, but he knows that'll make his soreness worse, so he gives a vague noise of agreement and squeezes you back
for now, he's content with this. cuddling and getting cleaned up can come later
unlike legend, i get the feeling hes normally clingy, so this doesnt really make too big a difference
he's just been working all day, and when he gets home he does his normal little routine with you
kisses, head to set a bath up, more kisses, getting undressed, more little kisses, bathing quickly, kisses, getting dressed... kisses
he's a bit smitten
its when you guys are in bed that his clinginess is apparent
normally he'd just loosely throw an arm over you, half asleep the second you two are laid down
when he's feeling needy and extra affectionate, though?
his arms are wrapped tightly around you, and it's kind of a gamble on if he lays on you or if he has you lay on him
either way, he doesn't fall asleep. he just lays there with you, and he'd probably ask you to play with his hair
idk he seems like the type to like his hair played with, so if he's laying on you, you do
if youre laying on him, he wont ask you to play with his hair.
instead he'll just kiss your head a lot
he will, eventually, fall asleep like that
when he's genuinely feeling clingy, it'll bleed into the next day in little ways.
you have things to do? well, suddenly he doesn't and he's trailing around after you all day like a lost puppy
He has things to do? ....nooooooo
the two of you probably live relatively close to lon lon ranch
he helps out there, you're a baker for commission, and so at the end of the day your link tends to come home gross and exhausted
there has been many, many times you've come home to see him passed out on the couch without having bathed or anything
either way, today had been decidedly worse than usual. everything seemed to go wrong, and he really really just wanted to lay down and hide his face against you
so he gets inside your home, kicks his boots off, sheds his outer layers haphazardly (you'd get on him for that later, he knows, but he doesn't care right now, he needs to just have you in his arms, please)
the sun's low in the sky, and he knows damn well where you are
so he goes into the kitchen, wraps his arms around you, and buries his head in your neck.
your movements stutter, before you hum, melting back against him, and oh how wonderful that is.
he lets you work, arms around you and moving as needed, until you elbow him gently and tell him dinner's done
you end up turned around in his arms, pretty much spoon feeding him, and then (after you've eaten as well, Time's not going to let you go hungry) time takes you to bed
he lays on top of you, and this was something he'd taken a while to become okay with, and plants his face firmly in the crook of your neck
you wrap your arms around him, holding him, and everything feels okay
he has been working ALL day
he gets home, grunts as he takes his shoes off, and then goes to clean up
it's not late in the day, admittedly. sun's hardly setting
the second he sees you, his arms are wrapped around you and he's half melted against you
you two sway from side to side for a while, quietly holding one another
while his sudden hug throws you off, you arent opposed and stay there with him
it takes you two a while to stumble towards the bed and get laid down
you can TRY to extract yourself, but he will pull out every trick in the book to prevent that from happening
if you manage to get away, suddenly there's a wolf tugging you back by your shirt, or curled around your legs as you work, whining pitifully
if you give in to the puppy eyes, you're his captive
if you don't he gives you the silent treatment (very ineffective when he's wrapped around you, and in your arms, and clinging to you, and-)
training new recruits pisses him off sometimes
he cannot believe he was once like THAT
either way, within the span of five minutes of being home and stripped down to more comfortable clothing, his arms are under the hem of your shirt, wrapped around you
his head's buried in your neck, and it takes him a moment before he melts against your back
he definitely stands there as you do whatever it is you're doing yapping about how much he missed you
he's done for when you turn around and wrap your arms around him as well
if his day went even slightly worse, he tears up and his face is promptly hidden against you in some way
you two end up showering together, because he does NOT want to leave your side, and then you two curled up in bed together
when he gets like this he prefers to hold you. if you REALLY want to be the one holding him instead, though, well.. he's always been a bit weak to your wants
its always after a nightmare about his memories, or when he gets a new one back
he's always kind of off a little bit when they happen, and he's learned over time that your presence helps
of course, it doesn't help that he's coming home late tonight, tired and worn out already
and you're playing with this blonde little girl - the daughter of a friend of yours. you're bbysitting, he assumes
but the sight of the girl makes his head hurt and vision foggy in a way he knows means there's a memory imminent
so he sits down, heels of his hands pressed to his eyes. he doesn't even process when you move around, the little girl put to bed in a guest room
suddenly he's back, leaning against you and hiccuping through his sobs
he tells you about his little sister, how wonderful she was, how much of a menace she was (theres so much he wants to know about her but he cant remember it yet, and he doesn't know if he ever will and-)
it takes you a while to get him to your guys' room, but you manage and get laid down with him laying on top of you
he falls asleep to your heartbeat and dreams of a little girl who loved the harmonica
he's been away from outset with the chain for SO long, and he hasn't seen you in even longer
he misses you so much it isn't even funny anymore.
and it doesnt help that he keeps panicking when he thinks of you
he knows youre older than him, that you can take care of yourself (and aryll) just fine, but he's still worried something might happen to you and the rest of his family while he isn't there
it's silly, and it's stupid. even when he was in his own Hyrule, after his adventure, he was hardly home anymore, preferring to sail with tetra and the crew
still, the second he realizes that they're in his hyrule, and on outset island, he absolutely books it home
and there you are! sitting with aryll and playing a game with her, and you both look fine
and you both light up when you guys see him, and he can't help but tear up
it isn't long before the rest of the chain stumbles along after wind and finds wind attached to you, face pressed to your side, and aryll on your hip
he doesn't even let you out of his sight for the first day theyre all there
(he is like this EVERY time they all make it to his hyrule. he misses his little family, sue him!!)
Yall tell me why this took me FOUR DAYS to write out??
If youve requested something i promise im getting around to it! Classes are keeping me busy man
(Disclaimer that this is not fanart for the fancomic "linked universe" and I'm frankly questioning why anyone would ever think it was ._. Please stop attributing everything under the sun as someone elses' stuff, as it's weird and lowkey kinda rude to do so! Thank you!)
tw: head injuries (nothing serious), blood, talks of death (ish) (link telling yn his worries)
word count: 658
summary: link patches you up after a run in with a lynel and expresses his worries
a/n: playing skyward sword for the first time and the link brain rot is back… a/n at the end where i talk about some future fics if u wanna read
furrowed eyebrows, pursed lips, and a crease in his forehead is all you can see out of the corner of your eye. it’s been silent between you two since you had stumbled down the mountain, shock arrows in hand and a big smile on your face as blood dripped down the side of your head.
link had made quick work, guiding you under the canopy and sitting you down, hands already digging through his pouch for gauze and salve. he had tossed aside the arrows earning himself a sharp “hey!” before forcing you to sit, calloused fingers tilting your head side to side, up and down.
“you’re gonna make me sick.” you mumble, head trying to tilt away from his steely gaze. a second passes before his fingers soften then leave your chin, giving you a pointed look that says don’t move as he begins to clean your head.
biting back the slight wince of pain your gaze settles onto the vast lake, the never ending rain from vah ruta disturbing the surface leaving ripples behind. when you were informed about the state of the divine beast you knew you had to do something about it, which meant finding your way up the mountain and risking your life against a lynel, you know, your typical every day endeavors.
what you neglected to do was inform link of your decision. it was meant to be an easy deal: sneak around the mountain top and collect the shock arrows without getting caught by the big scary lynel. which you successfully managed until the very end where you had slipped against the slick ground and fell into a little body of water that alerted the lynel.
escaping with only a few bruises (and a gash on your head) you were quite proud of yourself, at least until the furious look on links face had greeted you. “why didn’t you tell me?” links rough voice brought you out of your thoughts, your head turning to meet his gaze. his eyes avoided yours as he moved closer instead of angling your head to its previous position.
sighing softly your teeth worried your lip, “i knew i could have handled it on my own. plus, you were busy helping the zora and i thought one less thing for you was easier on your shoulders.” that caused his eyebrows to furrow, his face ever expressive. “i’m never too busy for you, especially for something like this.” link wiped his hands clean before kneeling in front of you, your lips slightly parting at the action.
his hands held yours, bringing them up to his lips and leaving gentle kisses onto the cold skin. “when i saw you coming down the mountain with blood dripping down your face i thought the worst. all i could think about was what if you didn’t make it back next time? i should have been there with you, should have taken the hit instead of you, i could have been faster so you wouldn’t be hurt now.”
something heavy twists in your chest at his words, the vulnerability and pain in his eyes as he expresses his view. water drips down the side of his face and your fingers move to wipe it away, “i’m sorry.” hand cupping his cheek, his eyes close and he leans into the palm of your hand. “i shouldn’t have went alone. i should have went with you but i know how busy you can get and i just wanted to make life a little easier for you.”
thumbs stroking his cheek you continue, “i can’t even begin to imagine how i would have felt if i was in your position.” links eyes open and he peppers kisses up your arm to your neck then face. “i accept your apology. after all, if you won’t take care of yourself, who will?” a teasing smirk appears on his lips while you glare at him, “you’re so funny.”
a/n: brain rot is alive and well for sure which means more linky winky… i also do want to say that i’m slowly getting the motivation to write glow worms again but i had a few worries. i had an idea for the story and champion reader but i got worried it wouldn’t make sense? and how it would work in the long run and being content with the length of chapters and what i decide to put out. also debating adding two new styles of posts and opening the asks but i’m unsure….yap central….link4life
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