Bard didn't expect, reader to call him babygirl and walk away like the conversation they were having didn't happen and as bonus they call him that infront of the group no less.
Bard signs and wipe his own face with his hand as some of the group smirks or let put little laughs of their own.
Bard: their going to be the death of me.
Seam: yes they are.
Reader: Come on babygirl, we have long way to go.
Bard: we're coming! Slow down would ya!
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YESSSS!!! I LOVE THIS!!!! its simple and small but so sososoos very cuteeee!!! thank you anon, really this made me smile :]
This too, is short n’ sweet. Based on @trippygalaxy/@acrossthegalaxyau’s Beast.
He’s a little self loathing.
and this is totally self indulgent.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊
He was an abomination. He was sure of it. He was no good thing, not anymore. His temper had soured. His fangs had sharpened — his senses too. He was more beast than man. It was what defined him now. It was his namesake. It was his purpose. To rip and marr and massacre.
Staring down at his chest he saw only proof of it. A shard, the catalyst to his pain, embedded between his ribs. He was other. Neither Twili nor Hylian. His form struggled to reject the magic as it latched to his heart. What was once soft and warm was now cold and still. Spider-like scars wrap around his torso in an unnatural teal, glowing and pulsating with the beat of his changed anatomy. His skin blackened near the wound.
Like rot.
You should not insist upon resting your head nor giving your heart to something so beaten, he thinks dully, as you do just that. You shouldn’t accept this so readily. You should scream and thrash and cry, like prey caught in his arms. But you do not. You refuse. You kiss the shard lovingly before repeating the motion above his heart. He does not understand why you trace the thin lines with your fingertips, muttering sweet compliments into the worst part of him. You are faced with what taints him, and you love him despite it.
He does not deserve such love.
His teeth are made to rip and tear soft flesh, not graze against it teasingly. You should know. You’ve seen the deer carcasses. You’ve heard the rumours. But you kiss his lips as if there’s never been blood on them. His hands are meant to break and crack bone, not cradle yours softly. You’ve seen him work, you know what he can do, the strength he yields. But you thank him all the same, wrapping your arms around his waist and murmuring your approval. His demeanour is supposed to drive everyone away, so why are you still here?
And why doesn’t he want you to go?
Why does he embrace this soft life with you, letting you pepper kisses across his tattooed cheeks? And you shouldn’t see the worth in spending meaningless days watching him work his small field. You don’t need to follow him around on his late night walks as he avoids himself. You especially don’t need to comfort him. He’s been primed to kill, and yet you soothe him like he's a frightened stray. He shouldn’t let you waste your precious time cooking him meals and tending to his many wounds.
He shouldn’t let you.
But he does.
He craves your soft touches and the jump of his heart. He breathes now to be good by your standards, if he can’t be good wholly. He longs to be held by you again. He waits on your call eagerly— loyal as ever. He aches to be loved by you. To be special to you in some way. He doesn’t care how much he has to give, so long as you love him it’s worth it.
He knows it’s bad— to keep you from better people and a better life. But that doesn’t change that he wants you at his side. And it certainly doesn’t change that no matter how often he tried to tell himself otherwise, he loved you. He was yours, heart, mind and soul.
And he felt like maybe you were his too.
He saw no other reason you’d be so upset at others checking him out as he worked. And certainly nothing to warrant the smirk as you kissed him breathless to stake your claim.
He was no better than Heavens. He was a lovesick fool for you.
Maybe just this once he could be selfish. Maybe just for you he could let himself fall in love. And Maybe things will stay this way, with you both curled up in each other’s arms on a sunny evening.
HAHAHAH NEVER ALLOW ME TO LISTEN TO MITSKI WHILE WRITING >:)
Pairing: Legacy (HW!link)xgn!reader
Warnings: ANGSTTT!!!, Character death implied, mourning,
It was suppose to be a normal day for you two, it was suppose to be spent inside, tangled in eachothers arms with flickering candles and wool blankets to give you warmth. You were suppose to feel his scarred fingers mingling with your locks, you were suppose to feel his full lips kissing the cold metal of your engagement ring, you were suppose to feel him.
But you don't. And you can't.
Hes gone, hes gone and you dont know where he went. No one does, no one ever will. Hes gone. Your fiancée is gone.
It was suppose to be a normal patrol of the castle walls, he was only meant take a few hours, he should of arrived to your home at noon with the suns rays beaming through your curtains but...but now it the sun has long since rested past the horizon. The cold moon casting haunting shadows in your colder house. They play tricks on you, the shadows, they trick you with vague shapes of your lover just out of sight.
--
After your clock had struck 2 hours past noon, you had marched to the castle with a heart heavy with worry.
No one had dared to stand in your way as you march your way to the Queens quatres. You were a trusted ally, you had fought beside the Queen during the war and your (now...was?) fiancée. They knew you wouldn't dare harm the Queen...But they also knew what sort of death would be upon them if they dared to step infront of your path. And no one could stop their flinch when the echoes of your anguished screams filled the midday halls. No one could imagine your reaction --no one want to imagine it less they wished for their heart to break-- to the dreaded words the Queen spoke.
"Link...He is missing. We've lost track of him and their has been no signs of him other than...this." The Queen handed you his engagement ring that loosely hung from a leather strap.
He worn the ring around his neck to protect it from the grime and blood that stained his perfect hands. He...He always kept it safe and close to his chest, saying...He said it was how he longed to treated you. Close...Safe...Never stained by the horrors he would face day in and day out. He- He promised to come home...he promised to...He promised.
You demanded they searched for him, you demanded they never rested until he was found, you demanded that they brought the sun to him through torches and warm smiles. You demanded for your fiancee to be brought back to you. You--- You... You collapsed onto the cold floor of the Queen's quatres.
And even as she raced to your side with whispered promises to bring him back, the Queen wasn't able to console your suffering heart, no one could but him.
--
So there you lay, clutching his ring to your chest with eyes red and dry, cheeks stained with tears that could never even begin to convey a fraction of your despair with shadows mocking your lost with such malice you begin to think you deserve it all.
Question: Can I make a request for one of your boys? Because I really want a thing where I like kiss Heavens and/or Shifter and/or Legacy on the cheek or something and how they would react
I LOVE THEM SO MUCH😭😭😭
AOG! Boy Reaction to Crush Kissing Their Cheek
Of course my love!! For those who don't know, these boys are from my au 'Across the Galaxy' that....is but isn't in the making??? Dhdjashfkahj I'll make sure to label who is from what game beside them!
Pairing: Heavens, Shifter x gn! reader (Separate)
Warnings: Shifter's -> Self doubt, needles, tending to wounds
Heavens (Ss! Link)
The kiss happened before Heavens had to leave for an Expedition
Heavens, Ila (Zelda), Groose and a few others were the main group that would go off and explore the surface when the Skyloftians began to move down there in hopes of charting as much as they could
Normally these could range from a few weeks to multiple months, depending where they were exploring!
This would often leave you, a long time friend and longer time crush of Heavens, alone in the floating island of your home. Heavens always felt guilty after saying his goodbye, wanting nothing more than to have you join -him- the group but the fear of dragging you into a dangerous and possibly deathly land...well it stopped any thoughts about asking you to join.
You, on the other hand, felt a similar fear for him whenever he left
You knew he can handle himself-- goddesses, He killed a god!! Of course he can handle everything that is thrown at him! But...what if he cant? What if he didn't come back? What if...you never got to hold him like you wanted to? What if you were left alone, your love never to be returned?
This fear, this doubt, bubbled up one day when he had told you about another expedition he -and the group- had planned last minute.
You aren't sure if it was the fear or adrenaline, but the next thing you knew you had a tight grip on Heavens' scarf as you planted a firm kiss to his cheek, whispering a plead to return safe before letting go
Heavens, still hunched over slightly, blinked owlishly at you with lips slightly pursed and cheeks faintly tinted with an adorable hue
He was oddly quiet for moment, and you fear that you had messed up but before an apology can begin to form on your lips a face splitting smile breaks his once shocked demeanors. It was like the sun was being dimmed from his smile, and you're sure this is the happiest you've seen him in...years. Not even a trace of tiredness in his droopy eyes!
Heavens, a 45 year old man, has the expression of a lovesick teenager and he wouldn't have it any other way
Maybe it was the boyish smile, or the way his shaky fingers ghosted over the place you kissed him, or the loud blush that had his ears twitching slightly-- Or maybe...just maybe it was the way he looked at you...Like you were the ones who lifted Skyloft into the sky
You can tell that he makes NO move to compose himself, just staring at you with a knowing but loving look
"Goddesses...Your lips are softer than any silks we could weave.." He whispers, not moving an inch from you. "...May I be so bold to ask for your blessing once more? As to grant my journey with bountiful discoveries, of course~"
Mmm, how could you say no to such an ask?
Shifter (Oot/Mm! Link)
The Kiss happened after patching up Shifter's wounds
Shifter had shown up at your door step wounded and battered once more, giving you no explanation or indication that he would EVER give you one, as per usual
Thankfully(?) this wasn't the first time the ex-hero has done this (and youre sure it wont be the last--) so you were able to patch up the man with ease and minimal mess...but that didn't mean you were happy about it
Shifter could feel every ounce of annoyance as your thread the needle through his ripped flesh. It was like you were sewing your righteous disdain into his tainted skin
But Shifter didn't stop you- he deserved it. He deserved to be treated like a torn stuff animal that was under the care of a disgruntled owner who felt no warm for such a broken thing. He didn't deserve you holy, pure love and affection when all he was a burden, an annoyance, a reason to dread opening the door at the possibility of it being him...
But you didn't dread opening the door, not for him. No, you yearned to open it to him
He would never know that it was never him that you held the disdain for, no, it was always the wounds he harbored and the suffering they dealt to him
Gods...He would never know...Never know the pain and grief you felt every time another scar joins his skin. He would never know the longing you held in your heart, the want to hold his blemished scar littered hands, the need to him the love he was so worthy of holding
He may never know...but it was clear to many others, much to your dismay.
One of these people was Malon, the lovely but very teasing farmer you had grown very close to. She was always the first to (playfully) joke about how obvious tension between you two was, poking your side and demanding to be the first one to know if you finally made a move--
You had promised her you wouldn't -but that promise would soon be broken-
At one point, you're not sure when or why, an argument started. Shifter stayed cold and blunt as always, never seeming to react or care about your concerns for his well being. It infuriated you.
And it only made your blood boil even more when he harshly told you that you shouldn't care about him. That it was useless and wouldn't be of any use to him or yourself. That you were better off forgetting him. That--
He felt the slightly pressure to his side, as if something was pressed into his cheek yet his wooden mask stopped any contact it would of made to his skin. It takes him a moment to realize what had happened...and even then he doesn't believe it.
You pull back from his mask's cheek, cheeks warm with embarrassment as licking your lips nervously. Had you forgotten about the barrier between you two? Yes. But that wasn't the point--
"I don't care what you think I'd be better off with, I...I care about you. And I hate seeing you show up to my step coated in blood. Link...Please I can't-- I can't keep seeing you like this.."
The man was quiet, his brilliant blue eye just barely visible from the shadow the mask casted on his face. Its unmoving, never leaving your face, not even as you shift uncomfortably.
Regret, embarrassment, self directed anger. These were all the things you felt as the silence stretched on, but before you could stammer out an excuse to leave you hear the deep rumbles that made up his voice whisper to you.
"I can't promise you anything-" Your stomach drops "But.." Huh? "I'll get better at dodging...For your sake."
The ex-hero, large and intimidating, shrinks in on himself, looking away like a child after admitting to a crime. This...was a first.
It...It was a start. A uneasy, most likely slow start but a start none the less! You couldn't be more happy.
