Not gonna lie, writing has been hard lately. Life has just gotten really busy and I've had some family stuff come out that has had to take priority over a lot of stuff. I am still writing I promise, it's just...its extra slow y'all I'm sorry. Been working on some requests that have been sitting for almost a year now so I'm getting to it I promise!
But the creative juices are overflowing with ideas, such as this little one I had on my way to work this morning:
One of those "self-aware games," that during the events of OoT, instead of being sealed away in the sacred realm for 7 years, Time is basically just shot out of the screen and into the real world where he meets you. (Or rather you as a child just trying to play a game you saw one of your older siblings/friends play). The two of you become best of friends, joint at the hip doing absolutely everything together.
Till sudden he just disappears, and the game you swore you had broken as a child begins working once more.
“you’ve been doing this for a long time, haven’t you?”
the boy sitting two stools from you stops kicking his feet. they can’t even reach the barstool’s footrest. he’s small, decked out in better equipment than the soldiers issued around clock town. this is no place for a little boy, let alone the haunted mask he carries on his small round face.
“what are you talking about?” there’s the edge of puberty in his voice. high with a little rasp, a squeak if he’s not too careful. his hand tightens around the rim of his romani’s milk.
it was easy to clock him.
“you look haunted. you don’t carry yourself like a thirteen-year-old boy.” you lean a little closer from your stool, but he stares straight ahead of him. “i’ve seen you around town. you’re always up to something. you always look so serious. what exactly are you doing?”
the boy throws his head back as he takes the last dregs of his milk. romani’s milk lines his cupids bow. it does nothing to make him boyish, with the hard set of his brow and his analytical stare.
what is he? a spy sent from the royal family? a vigilante? a child soldier taking leave from ikana? looking into your own class of romani’s milk, you see your face. you’re older than him, but you feel like a baby in comparison.
“i’ve been on a journey to find a friend.” his finger taps along his glass. “but you’re right. i’ve been doing this for a long time.”
you adjust yourself in your seat, fully facing the boy. you’ve known the walls of clock town for so long. maybe too long. “can you tell me some of your adventures?”
“you’ll be here for a long time.” the warning in his voice doesn’t dampen your eagerness.
“i have time.”
the boy finally smiles.
he takes his time, dipping a hand into the satchel on his lap. you watch him rummage, eyes on the wall ahead of him, blindly searching for something. you imagine his fingers gliding over the surface over his desired object as he slouches when he feels for what he wants. “i guess i do, too.”
he straightens up, and turns himself to you. “what do you want to know?”
sneak peek: before battle, link pulls you aside with a request. he wants to wear his barbarian armor into the fight, but he needs help with the paint patterns of the set. after all, the attack bonus only happens when the purple paint completes the armor. won't you help him?
pairing: sage (totk!link) x fem!reader, background chain (no wind) x fem!reader (poly) – this will be four parts! one for sage, wild, and cal, then the triplets together ;)
warnings: 18+ content! (do NOT interact with this unless you have an age indicator in your bio - I WILL block you) cursing, spitting, handjobs/masturbation, hair pulling, praising, mentions of oral (m! receiving), sage is a big tease, a little bit of exhibitionism (public setting, but you're alone), jealousy ;) biting (forgive me if sage is ooc, he's just a little gremlin in my eyes) this is mostly teasing – the good stuff will come in part four ;)
word count: 6.4k
a/n: i want sage in a way that is concerning to feminism i think (/j... or am i??) this is dedicated to @neverchecking who fueled my brain rot xD this series is for you >:D
It starts with Sage.
Because it always does.
The chain landed in his Hyrule the day before, appearing on the borders of Zora’s Domain. The shift wasn’t terrible this time – for you anyway. Hylia, whether intentionally or not, had dumped you directly atop Time and Twilight.
In your humble opinion, Time made a much worse cushion than his successor. With his broad chest and stiff armor, the eldest hero was less than comfortable to land on. Twilight, on the other hand, managed to grasp a hold of your waist in the midst of the fall, and dragged you into him as the three of you went down. You ended up landing mostly atop Twilight, much to your thanks. However, you could still feel the harsh press of Time’s armor against your sides.
“Oof,” you grunt as the air escapes your chest involuntarily. Pressing a hand to your ribs, you suck in a grateful breath of air as you lean forward.
A hand slips around your hips as another gently taps against your back.
“You alright there, darl’?”
It’s Twi. His accent is unmistakable.
His hand rubs sweetly against your side as you cough. Sitting up with a huff, you feel Twilight hum as you lean away from his chest. Awkwardly, you shimmy off his lap to land between him and Time, smiling with a little chuckle, you nod.
“Yeah, m’okay,” you smile, feeling your breath return. “You?”
Twilight chuckles, shifting and stretching his back. The three of you landed on your backs, facing skyward as the portal closed above you. It wasn’t a big fall, but it was enough to leave you winded.
“M’alright, too. What about ya,’ Time? Ya’ good, old man?” Twilight turns over his shoulder to look at Time with a toothy grin. You catch a glimpse of his sharpened canines and have to look away before he catches your lingering stare.
Time huffs, rubbing his own hand against the chest-plate of his armor.
“Watch it, pup,” the eldest murmurs, but there’s no heart in it. Especially when you find the grin twisting the corner of his mouth upwards. “I’m okay. Is everyone all here?”
“We’re good!”
The reply comes from Wind, the youngest already standing and looking around the new environment. His hands are on his hips and there’s a beaming grin on his lips.
“Speak for yourself, kid,” Legend grunts. The Vet is pulling himself from a pile of limbs, buried beneath the forms of Hyrule, Sky and Wild. “You didn’t land at the bottom of the pile.”
A resounding groan comes from Sky as he weasels his way from underneath the others, offering his own complaint.
“Four’s a little woozy, but other than that we’re doing fine,” Warriors inputs, his form crouched beside the mentioned hero. Four is on his hands and knees, panting as he attempts to right himself. Shifts are always a little different for him. Perhaps it had something to do with the other parts of him still constrained within one form, but he didn’t quite know.
“I’ll be fine, Wars. Just gimme’ a few minutes.”
Time is on his feet a moment later, turning back to you with a sweet smile and offering a hand.
“Thank you,” you hum as you slip your fingers into his own. Twilight props you up as you begin to stand, his hand sliding from your back to a fraction lower. When you turn over your shoulder to shoot him a look, Twilight gives you a wolfy smile and a little wink before he begins to stand as well. You roll your eyes goodnaturedly and ignore the flash of heat that zings through your gut.
“Of course, sweetheart,” Time murmurs, brushing the dirt off your tunic as you fix yourselves. “Anyone know where we are?”
“It’s my Hyrule,” comes Sage’s voice. The Hero of the Zonai is looking down at his Purah Pad, scanning through something as he speaks. “We landed pretty close to Zora’s Domain. If we’re lucky we can make it there before nightfall.”
Wild nods, brushing off his tunic as he confirms Sage’s words.
“I recognize Inogo Bridge,” he muses as slings a Lynel Bow over his shoulders. “Is the road to the Domain as overrun here as it is in mine?”
Sage hums as he filters through his weapon inventory, eventually summoning a Zonaite Sword that’s been fused to some monster part that the others don’t recognize. That Fuse ability of his is still something the Chain is getting used to.
“It’s not so bad. I cleared it out before the last Blood Moon, but I’m not sure how long I’ve been gone.”
Time leaves your side to join Sage and Wild. Cal fills his empty place easily, a little grin on his lips as he scans over your form. When he finds no injuries, his smile broadens, giving you a nod as you lean forward to pat his cheek sweetly. The pinkish hue of his cheeks is too cute.
“I’m fine, Cal, really,” you murmur, leaning into the Hero as he blushes.
“Just checking, is all.”
You smile, pecking Cal’s cheek as you leave his side to join the other heroes. Time has his arms crossed over his chest as Sage speaks, his one eye still shut and his armor glinting in the sun.
“Okay,” the Hero of Time begins, scanning over the Chain as he mulls over his words. “We move in an hour. That should give everyone a chance to recover from the shift. We should prepare for a fight – with our luck, the road will probably be overrun.”
The rest of the Chain offer various forms of agreement, beginning to move away as they shift through their various belongings. You pull your pouch to your front and untangle the strings as you rifle through the magically enhanced insides. Finding the bottles you’re searching for, you count the number of healing potions and fairies still on your person. Mentally accounting for the rest of the chain and the number of potions you know are in Wild’s slate, you hum thoughtfully. There’s enough. As long as nothing goes terribly wrong, everything should be just fine.
A moment later, your name is called.
Lifting your head, you find Sage’s eyes across the clearing. The Hero of the Zonai finds your gaze and lifts his hand to beckon you closer.
“C’mere, sunflower,” he smiles, the glint in his eyes reflecting something deeper. His grin looks a little too close to a smirk, and your heart skips a beat. He wants something. “I need your help with something.”
You follow his motion with a silly tumble of your stomach. Sage never fails to make your gut flip and your skin warm. You’re so weak for this man and he’s not even doing anything.
“What’s up, Sage?”
The hero is already wearing different clothes from the ones he landed in. You recognize them – you’ve seen his barbarian armor before. He and Wild – as well as Cal, you’ve come to learn, each have a set of the ‘armor.’ You’re hardly sure it can be called armor, given how little it actually seems to protect during battle. Wild had mentioned the armor was enhanced by the Great Fairies, giving him some kind of magical boost during battle. You didn’t really understand it, but you believed him. The triplets were wonders on the battlefield, and with the addition of the armor, you could tell their prowess seemed to grow.
However, though Sage dons the leg wraps and the chest guard, the helm is still missing. When you step closer to the hero, you notice he’s suspiciously missing something else too.
There’s no paint decorating his skin.
The fur of his boots and at his shoulders ruffles with the soothing breeze, and you desperately try to keep your eyes away from the toned lines of his abdomen. Sage, however, seems to notice your struggle, because his grin only seems to broaden.
When you reach his side, Sage holds something out to you.
A paintbrush.
“Can you help me with this, pretty? I can’t reach my back as easily as you can.”
You have to battle against the way your stomach flutters. Skin warming and fingers twitching, you reach out to grab the brush from Sage’s outstretched hand.
“Are you sure?” you murmur. “I don’t know the pattern as well as you.”
Sage gives you another grin, humming sweetly as he reaches for your hands. His skin is warm as he pulls you closer.
“Of course I’m sure. I’ll help you, love. Just come with me, please?”
The look he gives you makes your knees weak. His lidded eyes are filled with something you can’t decipher, and his pretty cerulean irises are peering down at you with something dark in their depths. The way he leans forward over you is troubling given the way your heart clenches.
“Okay, if you’re sure,” you whisper, smiling back at the hero.
Sage leads you away from the camp the Chain begins to build. You’re not quite sure what the distance is for, but you assume he must want some privacy given how close the paint is to…
Oh.
Sage smirks as you begin to realize what he’s asked you to do. His grip on your hand tightens and you press your lips together to repress the way your cheeks warm. Your stomach flips and something hot surges between your thighs.
“You finally realize what I’m asking you, pretty girl?”
Goddesses, this man is too much for you.
You offer Sage a look, feeling suddenly small beneath his heated gaze. His blonde locks are loose and hanging delicately around his face, and you want to run your fingers through the silky tresses. You wonder what kind of sound he’ll make if you tug on them.
Turning back to you when he’s deemed the distance enough, Sage gives you another smirk and pulls you close. He clutches your hips in his hands, tugging you closer with lidded eyes and leans down closer to you. Your heart skips a beat as his lips graze over your own, and you surge closer to his pretty mouth.
Sage chuckles, the low sound making your stomach feel funny.
“Ah ah, sunflower…” he tuts playfully, squeezing your hips and pressing his waist into your own. “I still need your help – there’s no attack boost without the body paint, you know?”
You huff, shooting him a withered look at Sage grins. The hero pulls out the paint he uses for such purposes, outstretching it towards you as he motions towards the paintbrush.
“Please, my love? You can start with my legs.”
You nearly roll your eyes at his honey-sweet tone, giving him another look as you accept the paint. Your stomach flips again when Sage leans back, resting his weight against a tree behind him. The hero spreads his legs a bit, offering you the space between them as he looks down at you.
With something hot rippling beneath your skin, you realize what he beckons for you to do. Huffing, you drop to your knees at Sage’s feet and look up at him with your brows raised. You find the man already looking down at you with a toothy grin, and something feral in his expression makes you even weaker to his salacious smirk.
“This what you wanted, Sage?”
“That’s perfect, sweet girl. You know I love you on your knees for me,” he purrs. “You know what the pattern looks like?”
You offer a small nod, shifting your eyes to the empty expanse of his toned thighs. On your knees, your head comes up to his hips, and you’re given a beautiful view of his gorgeous legs. The little skirt the armor uses barely covers more than a few inches beneath his hips, and you’re given more than an eyeful of his pretty, bare skin.
Turning back to the paint in your hands, you dip the paintbrush in the royal purple color and lift it back towards his skin. Looking back up at him once, Sage inclines his head in a nod and you melt underneath his dark eyes.
You start at his legs, dragging the paintbrush across his right leg. On his outer thigh, you paint the crossing pattern that you’ve seen span over his legs. You definitely have not been paying close attention to the pattern that the armor always dons…
Flushing at the memory, you feel your thighs weaken, so you spread your knees farther apart to counter the weight. Head spinning as you finish the first leg, you look back up at Sage. He’s still watching you, one of his hands lifting to brush some of your hair out of your eyes sweetly, you melt into his hand. He gives you an uncharacteristically tender look before he nudges you back to your job.
When you turn to the other leg, you find the leather drop sheath encasing his upper thigh. The dagger in the holster glints in the sun, but that’s not why your stomach flips.
“Can I…” you murmur, voice uncharacteristically weak. “Can I take this off? I think the paint goes across here, doesn't it?”
Sage hums, a knowing smirk on his lips as he runs his fingers across your scalp again. Leaning his hips forward towards you, you feel another lick of heat flick between your thighs.
It’s so… hot. Everything is so hot. You know he’s teasing you, but it’s working.
By the Three, is it working...
Sage makes no move to take the holster off himself, simply offering you his hips and looking down at you through his lashes.
“Go ahead, pretty. Take it off f’me.”
You melt beneath his gaze, shakily lifting a hand to his legs. Your brain is racing and your thoughts are so fuzzy. Sage knows exactly how to make you weak beneath him. It takes so little effort. In any other situation, you’d probably throw a playful swat for such behavior, but when Sage gives you that lustful smirk, you find you’ll do anything he says – as long as he keeps looking at you like that, you’ll do anything and everything.
When your fingers find the holster, skimming across the pretty, pale skin of his inner thigh, Sage keens. Goosebumps ripple across his flesh where your fingers were, leaving a trail of little bumps in a pattern across his skin. Knocking his head back against the tree trunk, Sage hums out a sweet sound and pushes his hips closer to you.
“Hnng…”
Goddesses, does he make pretty sounds.
You want to hear more. As his hips roll forward, you become more than aware of how close his waist is to your face. It takes every fiber of restraint you have not to drift your hand just an inch closer to the edge of his little skirt.
Loosening the strap of his sheath, you begin to pull the leather from around his thigh. Dragging it down his legs, you drop it at his feet and look back up at him.
Sage still has his head thrown back against the tree, his lips tugged upwards in a hazy look with his eyes closed. You’re so tempted to brush your lips across the span of his inner thigh, just where you need to paint. Your legs clench, the heat beginning to swell between your own thighs. Before you stand back up on your knees, the leather discarded at Sage’s feet, you indulge your fantasies. Darting forward, you drag your lips across the pale skin of his inner thigh, grinning when Sage curses.
“Oh, Hylia,” he hisses, eyes prying open to glare down at you. You grin and Sage reaches a hand out to flick your forehead.
“Keep going, sunflower. There’s still more to paint, and we’ve only got an hour,” he coos. “If you’re quick, maybe I’ll give you a reward for being so good for me.”
You hurriedly dip the paintbrush back into the violet ink and Sage chuckles in that deep tone that makes your insides mushy. You finish the second crossing pattern on his leg before Sage’s eyes open again.
Looking up at him, you lift off your knees and sit up. Now closer to his stomach, you hum shakily and whisper quietly.
“I can’t remember the entire pattern on your chest, Sage. M’gonna need some help.”
“Of course, my love,” he muses sweetly. His hand is back at your scalp, gently scratching at your scalp and grinning when you keen into his hands. He loves when you go limp in his grasp. Oh, Hylia – he wants to see the look on your face when he yanks the strands back. Would you make a pretty sound for him when he does? Would you beg him to do it again?
He wants to find out.
Sage loves the sound your voice makes when you beg him so sweetly. He remembers the way your hips canted up into his own not so long ago, desperate for him to roll back into you as he pinned you beneath him. His eyes slide back shut at the memory, feeling his cock stiffen beneath the skirt of his armor. It twitches and Sage can barely contain the urge to drag your hand beneath the waistband to solve the growing problem. He can so clearly recall the touch of your fingertips against the head of his cock.
Fuck, it’s so hot.
“There’s a line across each of my ribs. They go around my back,” he manages to choke out. “Do those first.”
You obey him without complaint, dragging the soft bristles of the brush across his chest just beneath where the chest-plate ends. The bristles tickle across his ribs, and in any other circumstance, they might have elicited a silly giggle from the usually so stoic hero. However, Sage is far more distracted by the throbbing beneath his waistband to spare the attention for such sensations.
As you lean back on your heels, tilting your head to assess if the short lines of pain across Sage’s abdomen are even, the hero chuckles again. Licking his lips, he gives you that feral grin that makes your heart clench. Pushing off the tree, he twists around to give you his back.
“They go down to my waistband,” he murmurs. “You remember ‘em?”
You offer a vague nod, too distracted by the cutting lines of his hips. Sage eats up the attention.
With a racing mind, you finish the pattern, dragging the brush from mid-back downwards to the small of his back. When you lift a hand to the edge of his skirt, pulling the edge slightly to dip the brush beneath his waistband, Sage shivers.
You grin.
When he turns back to you, he speaks with a flash of sharpened canines. You nearly squirm at his feet, a notion Sage adores.
“Now my hips.”
You swallow thickly.
Before dipping the brush back into indigo paint, you bite the edge of your lip and push back the smirk that attempts to show. You have an idea.
“Sage…” you hum sweetly, leaning closer to the hero’s waist. Just an inch from the waistband of his skirt, you pull one of your hands up from the ground to rest against the bare skin of his hip. The toned skin of his waist flexes under the touch of your fingers, and you watch Sage’s closed eyes twitch.
Perfect.
“Can you help me, darling? I can’t remember how this looks?”
Sage’s eyes pry open, seemingly with immense difficulty, and the hero’s dilated pupils meet your own. Blown wide with some kind of primal emotion, Sage’s flushed cheeks spread into a grin as he registers your words. You lean closer to his hips, your fingers delicately tracing shapes over his side. You try desperately to restrain a scheming grin when Sage pushes closer to your hands.
“‘Course, my sunflower. S’just a triangle over my waist. I’ll help you.”
When one of his hands reaches for yours, you beam. Sage gently lifts your fingers, pulling you closer by your wrist until your front is nearly pressed up against his legs. He looks down at you with that feral, dominant look he knows you love, and you shiver. Your heart thunders beneath your ribs and Sage adores the way you move so easily for him. Always so eager to obey his commands… Goddesses he loves you. He’ll treat you so well after this – he promises.
Lifting your hand, he helps you drag the paintbrush over his right hip and carefully draws the triangular shape across his waist. He twists a little, allowing you to finish the shape at his back. With another silly grin, he begins to help you start the other side.
“There you go,” he coos with batting lashes. “Doin’ so well f’me. That’s just perfect.”
When you finish his hips, Sage helps you paint the three dots on his front before moving to allow you to replicate the same at the small of his back.
Then, you’ve reached the part you’ve been eagerly awaiting. The last part of his barbarian armor – the handprints.
Sage twists back to his front, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead – a sweet caress compared to the way he’s been looking at you. He’s always so adoring in the way he treats you, even when he’s manhandling you beneath him. When he pulls your legs over his shoulders, darkened irises scanning over your bare hips, Sage always presses a chaste kiss to your calf to apologize for the stretch of your muscles. Always so sweet to the one he loves.
“Thank you for helpin’ me. Now, give me your hand, sweet thing.”
You obey, hand already outstretched with your palm facing skywards. Offering him the brush, freshly dipped in orchid-colored paint, Sage hums and accepts. He delicately cradles the back of your hand and begins to coat your fingers in violet ichor. The clay feeling of the paint sinks into your skin, and you sit obediently as Sage paints your palms.
His eyes flick upwards to meet your eyes with another teasing grin.
“You’re enjoying this as much as I am, aren’t you, pretty?”
You nod, a matching smile on your lips.
“Good,” Sage purrs, finally finishing the coat of paint across your palm. “C’mere then.”
He twists to give you his spine first. You grin, reaching forward with your unpainted hand to pull gently at his waistband. Sage’s head knocks back as you nudge the skirt lower. When you can clearly see the small of his back, accentuated by his thin waist – his slutty waist, in your opinion – you lift the violet hand and carefully lay it across his spine.
Sage hums, head still tilted backwards and his eyes closed.
Before lifting your palm, you lean forward, eyes closing as your lips graze over the bare skin of his hip. Sage’s skin is hot, flushed red with the rush of warmth surging beneath his waistband. His cock twitches again.
“Naughty…” he whispers teasingly.
Twisting back around to the front and reclining back against the tree, Sage is careful not to smudge the paint you freshly smeared across his back. Inclining his hips forward again, the Hero of the Zonai gives you that feral look once more before his hand lifts and he’s beckoning you closer.
“Just one more…” Sage teases, beginning to paint your palm once more. “One more and I’ll reward you.”
You shiver, the rumble of his voice seemingly sinking beneath your skin to sink into your chest. He makes you so weak. Perhaps it’s something about the way dominance seems to radiate from him during moments like this. All he has to do is bat those blonde lashes and give you that feral, little grin, and you’re putty in his hands. Well, you suppose it’s not so bad. Sage always treats you so well.
“Yeah, you want that, huh? ‘Course, you do… I always treat you so good, don’t I?”
You hum in response, shuffling forward on your knees, “Yeah, I want that, Sage. Please?”
Sage coos, a teasing smile stretched across his lips. He strokes one of his hands over your cheeks before it crawls behind your neck. Cupping your head, he runs his fingers through the hair at the base of your skull. Your thighs clench again. Sage does the same thing when your mouth is preoccupied with something else – running his fingers through your hair and pulling your face closer to his pretty hips. His head shifts between tossing back and staring down at your face, as if he can’t decide if he wants to give in to pleasure or if he can’t stand to look away. And he always sounds so pretty when you go down on him.
“Ahh, I love it when you beg so sweetly for me, my darling. Finish this and I’ll give you what you want.”
Releasing your hand, Sage drops the brush and lays back beckoning you forward with a lustful expression. When you shuffle again, inching closer, the hero pulls you forward by the back of your head and your stomach flutters. Offering you his waist, you lift your unpainted fingers with only a single tremor of your awaiting hand.
Sage nods, inclining his chin in a command.
“Pull ‘em down, pretty thing. You’ll need to see what you’re doing, right?”
You huff, unable to offer a teasing remark in return, simply too transfixed on the sharp lines that lead down his waist. The v-line beckons you, guiding down where you want him most.
Brushing your fingers across his waistline, you find the band of his skirt. Looking up at him once, Sage watches you with fluttering lashes as you begin to nudge the waistband. Tugging on it, Sage pushes his hips towards you to help you pull the skirt down onto his hip bones.
It goes slow – tantalizingly slow. Revealing bare skin inch by inch, you lean forward to press a kiss to his left hip, but Sage’s fingers grip the back of your neck harshly. Tugging gently at the strands of your hair, your stomach flutters and heat prickles between your thighs. You let out a little grunt and Sage grins wide. His body shivers, seemingly pleased at the tiny sound of pleasure that fell from your lips.
“Not yet…” Sage coos. “Be patient, sunflower.”
You give the hero a haughty look, but obey regardless of the sweltering heat building in your panties.
Weaseling the waistband downwards, you feel your heart jump into your throat. With more of his heavenly hips exposed, you feel another wave of heat flush through your skin. Each of your nerves seems to jump with adrenaline, and you eagerly lift your violet hand to finish the task appointed to you. Finally, you stop tugging at his skirt, leaving the waistband just above his dick. You know it’s uncomfortable, given how it twitches beneath the cloth of his skirt, flexing upwards at your teasing. Sage gives you an unimpressed look, motioning for you to finish.
So delicately, you press your palm against his pelvis, the purple paint sinking into his bare skin. Fingers following after, you teasingly rest your hand between the sharp edges of his v-line – just above the throbbing muscle between his thighs.
Sage keens, his head finally tossing back against the tree with another delicious sound. His hips push forward into your hands, tugging you closer to his waist by your neck. The other hand drops across his eyes, hiding his flushed cheeks in his elbow.
“Hah… fuck.”
With his arm hiding his eyes, you finally lean forward away from his fingers and leave a kiss on the edge of his v-line just beside your violent hand. Sage grunts, clenching his jaw as your warm mouth opens to drag your tongue over the dip in his hips.
“By the three…” he whines, finally scrambling to tug at your hair again. Pulling you away, you drag your hand away from his pelvis with a feral grin of your own. Looking up at your work, you watch as Sage pants, his chest heaving with each breath.
When he finally shifts his arm, his eyes prying open to find your scheming smile, Sage huffs and tightens his hold of your neck. Tugging you closer, he drops his other hand to slide two of his fingers beneath the waistband of his little skirt. Tugging at the band by his hip, he drags it another inch downwards with a primal grin.
The paint must be working – that ‘fighting spirit’ finally kicking in.
Wild had tried to explain it before; the magic the armor gives them. He said it enhanced his attack in battle, by somehow ‘bolstering his fighting spirit.’ However, when you questioned what that meant, Wild had gotten a little shifty. His cheeks had flushed and he rubbed his hands together, simply waving off your question with a simple “don’t worry about it.”
But you’re not stupid.
You’ve seen the way the triplets get a little more… primal with the armor on. They’re more aggressive, quicker to jump into battle in an attempt to burn off the adrenaline surging beneath their skin. It makes their eyes glint with something dangerous, and you’re not ashamed to say that you quite like the way they look.
“My good girl…” Sage coos, still dragging down his skirt at a teasingly slow pace. “Will you help me with one more thing, my love? Just one more?”
You nod before he even finishes his words.
Sage grins, all teeth and darkened irises.
“Hmm, thank you, baby.”
Then, Sage finally pries his skirt from his hips, letting the fur material slide off his waist and drop to the forest floor in a single motion. You only have a fraction of a second to admire his bare skin before his pretty cock fills your vision. Nearly slapping against his stomach, Sage’s dick twitches just once when you shift to look at it. The hero keens into your grip when you lean forward, painted hand sliding over his hip where you know the skirt will hide the smeared violet color.
Sage’s cock, hard and already leaking at the pretty-pink tip, lays against his stomach. It ends at the tip of the purple handprint you had just pressed into his pelvis, almost as if you had known exactly how long his dick was.
The Hero of the Zonai grins in that feral way, his form nearly radiating with primal dominance. He slides his other hand down across his stomach, taking care to avoid the fresh streaks of paint. Sage wraps a hand around his cock, tugging gently and stroking until it comes to its full hardness. He suppresses the sweet whine that desperately wants to escape – you have to work for those sounds if you want to hear them.
“Open your mouth f’me, my good girl.”
Your head tilts back into Sage’s hand, squeezing your legs together as something warm drips between them. Opening your lips, you look up at Sage as the hero smirks.
“So good… thank you, darling,” he coos sweetly, moving his hand to run his thumb over your bottom lip with a dark look. Leaning forward, Sage spits into your open mouth with a smirk.
Swallowing obediently, Sage hums happily and leans downard again to tug your lips to his own. Groaning into this kiss, Sage pries open your lips to lick into your mouth. Moaning happily, you melt into Sage’s hand, now returned to the back of your head. Sage kisses you wetly, saliva smearing onto your lips as he pants, still tugging at his cock. Pre-cum slides down the head, slicking up the length as he slides his fist over it with a whimpered sound.
“Mmm…ah”
When he finally pulls away from your swollen lips, you chase after his mouth with a sigh. Sage grins, his dilated pupils scanning over your flustered face with a haughty look. You watch him tug at his dick, rubbing your thighs to combat the throb between them as he keens into his own hands.
“Sage…” you whine, trying to shuffle closer.
Something flashes across Sage’s darkened eyes.
“That’s not my name, sweet girl,” he murmurs with a frown. “You know better. C’mon, wanna’ hear you say it right.”
Your stomach flutters, his teasing tone making your skin tingle and your head spin. You lean closer to his stomach, whining again.
Sage frowns, pulling your hair gently to redirect your attention.
“C’mon, pretty. Say my name – my real name.”
Your eyes find his, tugging carefully on your bottom lip with your teeth before you whine out the name he wants.
“Link…”
Sage – Link groans, head tilting back to expose his pretty throat as he slicks up his cock again. Tugging fiercely at the length as his gut clenches, heat swelling and twisting in his pelvis with a sweltering warmth.
“Oh, fuck…” he whines, pushing his hips closer to your face with a twitch of his dick. “That’s it, my pretty girl. Thank you, baby – thank you.”
Just the sound of his true name on your lips makes him so aroused he can feel his cock throb painfully in his fingers. His hand tugs your head closer, now looking back down at you with those dark irises. Sliding his other hand away from his dick, Link allows your mouth to suck two of his fingers. Tasting the salty pre-cum coating his fingers, you shift on your knees again with a pretty sound.
Link smirks.
“Okay, my sunflower. You want your reward now?”
Nodding, your tongue still flicking over his two fingers, you lean closer. Purple paint smears onto both your hands, and you know there are streaks of it on both of Link’s hips. You hope the other’s don’t see – or perhaps, you hope they haven’t paid too close attention to where the paint is supposed to go. You think you can feel little smudges of the orchid clay spreading across your throat where Link is clutching your neck, but you forget about it when Sage whines again as you lick over his fingers like you would his dick. The pretty sound makes you drip, and the panties you’re wearing are surely soiled now.
“Yes please, Link,” you whisper.
Link grins again, then pulls his fingers from your mouth and pulls you into his waist. Heat in his stomach and cock throbbing, purple paint decorating his pretty skin, Link slides a hand around his dick and taps it against your lips.
“Good,” he murmurs, abs clenching as heat continues to stir. “Then suck and I’ll give you another.”
When an hour passes and you and Sage return to the temporary camp, the Chain turns to find faint streaks of smeared paint across Sage’s waist and a lilac tint on your palms. You’re both grinning, wild smiles on your cheeks as you step back into camp. Sage is in his barbarian armor, the skirt ruffled and twisted around just slightly and the helm now on his head. If Wild looks close enough, he can see a faint, dark mark on Sage’s inner thigh, just barely obscured by the skirt of the armor set.
“Are you kidding?” Wild exclaims as the two of you enter camp. He had to paint the armor himself when he could have just asked for you to do it?
Wild and Cal are both in their barbarian armor, having painted on the violet patterns themselves. The former rolls his eyes as he watches Sage follow you, a smirk on his lips. He finds Wild staring at him and his expression only seems to grow more teasing. Cal shifts on his feet uncomfortably, finding your eyes and offering you a bashful look.
“What?” Sage responds, his fanged grin still beaming.
Wild grunts, huffing as he steps closer to you, beginning to pull you away from the other hero. The long-haired hero shoots Sage a glare, but the elder hero only seems to enjoy the spotlight. Wild wraps a hand around your waist, pulling you close as he finds a streak of orchid-colored clay across your throat – a fingerprint shaped print.
“You have other armor that gives you an attack boost, you know?” Wild grunts towards Sage, jealousy swirling angrily in his stomach.
“Yeah, but I wanted this one,” Sage smiles. “And our darling just wanted to help me with the paint – didn’t you, my sunflower?”
You offer a shy smile to Wild, feeling suddenly flustered beneath both their gazes.
Some of the other members of the Chain slowly begin to congregate in the center of the camp, drawn to the chatter. Wind remains over the ridge of camp, scouting the path ahead with Four. Legend scans over Sage’s slightly smudged paint and your ruffled appearance, rolling his eyes and huffing.
“Could have been more subtle, Sage,” the Veteran sighs.
“But what’s the fun in that,” said hero responds, sending Legend a grin.
Legend simply rolls his eyes again, stepping forward and licking his thumb to scrub away the paint across your throat. You shrink under his gaze, feeling so shy with their attention now on you. Legend scrubs gently and you shiver at the feeling of his saliva against your skin.
“Stay still,” Legend murmurs.
“Sorry, Vet.”
Wild, still at your side, pulls at your tunic and straightens your ruffled appearance, wiping away something at the corner of your mouth. You shy away from their attention with a flutter of your stomach. When Legend is satisfied, he sends you a knowing look before he turns back to Hyrule.
Wild hums thoughtfully at your left, and you twist to face him. You tilt your head, silently questioning Wild’s thoughts. The hero follows your titled head, eyes dilating as he examines your swollen lips. Lifting a hand, he brushes over the bottom lip with lidded eyes and something dark flashes across his expression.
Oh no – you know that look.
“Wild…” you murmur carefully.
The Hero of the Wilds meets your eyes with a smirk of his own, leaning close until his mouth is pressed against your ear. He breathes a warm sigh over your skin and enjoys the way you weaken in his arms. When he’s sure the Chain isn’t looking, he drops a hand to squeeze one of your thighs, briefly dragging a finger across the seam of your pants. You keen into Wild’s chest with a breathy sound and the hero sighs happily.
“After we reach Zora’s Domain,” he whispers, voice saccharine like the honey he cooks with. His mouth presses a sweet kiss to the skin of your throat, pecking it gently before he sets his sharp teeth against your shoulder. You whine quietly into him as they prick your flesh, and Wild bites carefully into your throat with a huff. “It’s my turn…”
bonus:
sage, walking back into camp: sorry i'm late I was doing stuff
OH MY FUCKING GOD HEAR ME OUT
(Also I have the more serious Links in mind here, like OOT, TP, and the Fierce Deity even though I know he's not a Link)
A scenerio where the reader (More fem leaning, i'm so sorry-) is worried sick about Link/FD going out on another adventure and/or mission so before he leaves they plant a kiss on his cheek
BUT THEYRE WEARING LIPSTICK SO IT SHOWS
So he's js dead serious while in front of people and they're js trying to make fun of him for it but he's so proud of it
"What's on your cheek, huh?"
"It's from my wife. >:("
synopsis: a fairy and a hero who were everything to each other—knowing what they are and what they are not—ignorant of the longing clouding their eyes when looking at the other until it was too late.
genres: angst, romance.
content warnings: mentions of impending death (you shouldn’t be surprised >:D), mentions of blood and wounds, and major spoilers of ocarina of time.
word count: 1.3k words.
author’s note: inspired by katy perry’s ‘the one that got away.’
―originally posted on @mydarling-iv, jan. 17, 2023
‧₊ ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘
The battle against Ganondorf has long been won, you and your hero claimed victory with one final swipe of the Goddess Blade.
Now camping in the woods, a serene silence enveloped you and your peacefully sleeping partner as you made the trek back home.
Home. The word makes you feel giddy and warm inside.
Taking a good look at Link’s sleeping face, the blue glow of your wings casted a blanket of a baby blue hue on the hero’s face which accentuated his pretty features.
You smile softly, recalling of your various adventures around Hyrule but your solace is short lived.
In another life.
Pain wracks your body and you bite your lip to prevent a cry to leave your lips, a soft plink that would wake up your beloved hero.
So, you twist away, fluttering to a nearby lake you and Link had stumbled upon before you set up camp.
Pain flares up and a scorching heat spreads atop your skin before a garbled scream leaves your lips unwillingly.
You force yourself to shed your miniature form before reverting to your true form, limbs and body growing to that of a grown hylian woman’s but with delicate, baby blue lace-like wings adorning your back.
You feel warmth run down your limbs and a grimace etches its way to your face at your realization, it was the blood seeping from your wounds warming your skin.
You wanted to laugh at your pathetic chances, even the goddesses above won’t grant you a small bit of time to tell him before you’re tittering on the edge of life and death.
I would be your girl.
Stumbling into the lake’s clear waters, you see your blood mingling with the water, creating ribbons of red that made you feel sick, your body screaming in warning at its incoming collapse
Your fixation on the water keeps you distracted and before you know it your knees start of buckle.
Yet, strong and familiar arms circle your body, preventing you from collapsing into the water.
Through your blurry vision, you meet sky blue eyes that remind you of a stunning, cloudless sky and the familiar blue orbs somehow eases the pain you feel.
“Navi?” Link croaks.
His scent of sweet pine and roasted chestnuts engulf your nose, hugging you in an embrace that brought thoughts of home and nostalgia.
You smile softly, bringing your hand to cup his cheek before your thumb caresses his cheekbone. “Y/n.” You hum weakly.
You see confusion flooding his bluebell orbs, “Navi is my fae name, we fae never give away our true names, dummy.” You breathe out and Link’s heart drops.
Eyes following his, you see his eyes surveying your wounds. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
You don’t know if his question is directed to your wounds or your true name, “I was planning to, but I was too late.”
Smiling painfully, a bitter ache makes a home within your heart. “I had so much to tell you, Link.” You laugh softly and you know he can pick up on the anguish within your tone.
We’d keep all our promises.
Link falls silent, tears collecting behind his lashes. “Why must it be you?” He croaks, his sturdy arms hugging you tighter and you relish being in his embrace.
A comforting warmth embraces you and you're reminded of home once more.
Link—He is your home.
The realization makes your heart flutter as it also intensifies the ache you feel.
“The three goddesses will it, my beloved.” You hum, laying your head against his sturdy chest, listening to the strong beats his heart gives against his chest and you find yourself wishing it’d beat for you too.
Be us against the world.
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Link thought he was going insane.
Through bouts of fever and illness, he’d catch glimpses of a woman with soft blue wings and a stunning smile adorning her face, an aura of familiarity blanketing the air around her.
But now, he sees the very woman in his arms, fully lucid enough to soak in the entirety of her.
She turned out to be you, his fairy companion he’d call ‘Navi’ on his shared journeys with you.
Y/n. Your true name rolls smoothly off his tongue like honey, just like the sweet scent you radiated.
In another life.
Your e/c eyes meet his and he feels his heart skip a beat, pulse skyrocketing.
You’re as beautiful as the first time Link had caught fragmented glimpses of you when he first fell ill early on into your shared journey, too sick to be fully lucid.
Yet those shattered pieces of the remnants of you seemed to have been burned into his mind and Link doesn’t know if it was by his will or something else.
A painful melancholy digs into his heart before making a permanent home there. He had just gotten to know you, the true you, the you who constantly plagued his mind.
You’d appear within his mind during the moon’s reign and you’d whisk through his thoughts when the sun rose, leaving him fumbling like a fool.
But yet, you’re starting to drift from his reach once more; a dream he could only yearn for, always out of reach.
“The three goddesses will it, my beloved.” His heart aches and flutters in an agonizing mix of forlorn hope and pain.
I would make you stay.
“I love you, you know.” Link’s heart drops at your admission, the words heavier than anything else he’d had to bear the burden of.
He doesn’t know whether to embrace the happiness or the pain dancing within his heart.
He cups your face tenderly, as if any drastic movement would break you, before bringing you to face him, his grip on your jaw gentle enough for you to pull away if you so desire to.
You nuzzle into his palm before a weak yet pretty smile adorns your face, the very face that invaded countless of his dreams that would leave his heart hammering with a simple smile that was oh so sweet whenever he awoke.
So I don’t have to say,
Link feels his heart become heavy, being tugged painfully with your incoming demise.
Goddesses, he wants all the time in the world with you.
He so desperately wished that the time would travel back to a period where he can undo your wounds and wrap his arms tightly around your figure with the intent of never letting you go.
And yet, here you are, slipping through his fingertips like fine sand that’d ultimately determine that time would be up.
You were the one that got away.
Tears freely roll down the Hero of Time’s cheeks because of the overwhelming melancholy that wound so tightly around his heart.
His life had been full of countless losses, everything ripped away from his rightful hand in devastating waves.
He had never asked for anything else from everyone surrounding him, not one thing from the Kokiri, from Saria, from Zelda, or even from the Goddess Hylia.
And when he did realize that he wanted one thing, you and your safety, even that one simple request seemed to be a greedy wish of his that the Goddesses could not fulfill.
Link wanted to scream at the absurdity of it all.
He was destined to be a hero.
He is a one.
Yet he couldn’t even save you.
So why does he feel like a fraud?
Feelings of helplessness and hopelessness make a home in his heart at your incoming absence and it utterly kills him inside.
So now, he holds you for the first and last time, basking in the comforting warmth you radiated and the sweet scent of nectar and honey emanating from you.
Link’s thumb traces the edge of your lips, oh so soft and delicate, causing your eyes to flutter softly to a close.
Hand moving from your jaw to the small of your back, he provides support to your head as he brings you closer.
Link’s hand gently cradles the base of your head and he presses a saccharine kiss to your temple before tenderly confessing, “I grew to love you too.”
If he thinks someone is taking all your attention from him, well…
He’s quick to do something tricky about it
And it’s probably going to be something physical too
Grabbing your hand while you’re talking to pull your attention back onto him
Wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his head on your shoulder
Sometimes he even pulls you away from a conversation if he’s really annoyed
All little childish things that you have to scold him for later
But how could you ignore him?? And how could you get mad at him too??
I mean,,, look at that sweet little face,,,,
Ocarina of Time
Not really the jealous type in my opinion BUT
When he is, it’s kind of subtle and very contained
Obviously, his s/o is a very desirable person so of course, people are going to want you
He was the same way when he met you after all
Overall he was pretty mature for his age when he was younger so it definitely carries when he’s older
Like he went through so much as a kid so once he grows up for real, he probably learned to manage extreme feelings like jealousy and all that
But when someone is making the moves on you and you don’t realize it, he’ll prob start feeling some sort of way
The entire time he’ll have some sort of annoyed look on his face LOL (smth cute hehe)
Might even “unknowingly” move closer to you as an intimation tactic
But nothing too extreme or out there- just something you can tease him about later
Twilight Princess
Wolf boy here is territorial as fuck and you can’t tell me otherwise
There’s really two types of behavior he shows when he’s jealous
One,,, when someone who he KNOWS he shouldnt be jealous of is getting too close
Queue a whole bunch of huffing and puffing and AUDIBLE eye-rolling
Maybe even a grumpy silent treatment afterward with his arms crossed and shit until you pay him attention and play with his hair
Two,,,, when someone he doesn’t care about starts moving in on you
He’ll definitely start doing out of pocket shit like growling or baring his teeth like he’s still an animal
Might even flex his status or muscles or even draw attention to his sword to show that He's Alpha™️ or whatever
It’s the dog brain in him but it’s what you signed up for in the end hehe
Just expect to be held and cuddled like there’s no tomorrow while he’s trying to calm down
Breath of the Wild
1000000% physical
The jealously might not show up on his face but it’s there trust me
Probably gets better AND worse after you both wake up 100 years later
Better because he knows he’s not going to lose you to some chump who has no idea what the two of you been through
But also worse because he’s human and if at any point you wanted to find someone to live a normal life that he couldn’t offer as the Chosen Hero, he wouldn’t blame you
He’ll need constant reassurance and support because the whole calamity situation to be honest
But will find a way to bring you closer to himself rather than the person flirting with you
Expect his arm always around your waist or shoulder at all points in the day
And he will sabotage any and all competition with a blank face.
Just remember to scold him about proper remote denotation bombs usage as he covers you in kisses and holds you tight
BONUS Hylia’s Chosen Hero:
COCKY BASTARD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and I will die on this hill
Probably quick to jealously but if you tell him to lay off he will bc he’s whipped
One look at this fool and I can tell he’s an asshole to the world
Sweetheart to his girl though
Let’s the whole world know y’all are together
Prepare to be wearing his cape when he’s not wearing it so you both look and smell like him
If someone DOES try to get with you in front of him, he’ll be blunt about the confrontation
Smth arrogant like “They don’t want you.” or “Don’t touch things that aren’t yours.”
He gets away with it all the time because he’s literally the hero
Just don’t be afraid if he uses tongue when kissing you out in public - he’s just sick nasty like that
How the Different Links Kiss You | BotW, OoT, TP & SS
I’m back with more headcanons bc I am once again in a Link mood. These kissing headcanons also have some fluff ones sprinkled in there too but I don’t think that bothers anyone lmaoo. Anyway likes and reblogs greatly appreciated! Please enjoy!
Notes: Pure, disgustingly sweet fluff
Hero of the Wild
His kisses are tender and soft. He expresses a lot of his affection through them as he doesn’t talk as much. The way his lips feel on your cheeks or forehead is ethereal and the lingering tingle stays there for hours.
He is not huge on PDA so he saves his kisses for when you two are in more private conditions. He values the time alone with you and that shows through his actions.
Though, if he is in a particularly silly mood, which does happen sometimes, he will take your hand and press his lips against the back of it, even in public. He just adores the way your cheeks receive that crimson shade.
If you end up in some kind of dangerous situation with a notably vicious Yiga Clan member for example, his first instinct after the threat is eliminated is to wrap his arms around you tightly and kiss the top of your head. He has already lost so much, he wouldn’t even dare imagine what he would do if he lost you too.
For the entire rest of the day, he’d keep you close, occasionally pulling you towards him to kiss your temple.
Kissing you is also a way for him to reassure himself of your existence. When his lips touch yours, he knows for a fact that you are there with him, and that you hadn’t somehow disappeared.
Kissing him is special, because it doesn’t happen as often. The days are spent exploring and fixing the regrets from a century ago. That saves little time for affection. But when you do have the time and he kisses you, it feels so right. It feels so deserved.
His lips are soft, save for a single thin scar that runs along the corner of his mouth that he got from a battle long forgotten.
The first time he allowed himself to kiss you, the poor boy was a nervous wreck. His exterior was as stoic as ever, his eyes only slightly softer than usual, but inside his heart was pounding against his ribs at a speed he did not think possible.
The kiss was light, his lips barely touching yours and it was only because he was so unsure and lacked confidence. He had wanted to kiss you for the longest time, especially because he didn’t have the right words to express just how much you meant to him.
Over time, kissing you got easier, and he even began to covet doing so. He just wants to show you how much he adores you.
Kiss his ears, and he’ll become a stuttering mess and will most definitely hide his face in the crook of your neck.
Loves to kiss you literally everywhere. Your lips, your cheeks, your nose, your shoulders, everything. Just like out in the wild, he explores every inch of you with his lips, dying to express his devotion.
Like I said, his kisses are his way of saying “I love you.”
And he loves all of you.
Hero of Time
As I’ve mentioned before, I headcanon Time as the biggest tease among the Links. And that applies to his kisses as well.
He kisses you when you least expect it. You could be checking your items or doing just about any other mundane task when suddenly you’d feel a pair of thin lips at your temple or cheek. Upon turning towards the source of the unexpected kiss, you’d see the wide grin that adorns his features.
Absolutely loves the reactions his kisses get out of you. He’d be filled with pride if you blush at the feeling of his lips that ghost over the curve of your neck or shoulder.
Will occasionally peck your cheek in public, but refrains from doing anything else. He won’t mind showing some affection while out in Castle Town for instance, but feels like the special moments should be shared in private.
This man has fairy dust all over him, or that’s how it feels at least. When he captures your lips in a kiss, there is a sparkling sensation that you only ever feel on your lips when he touches them with his own. It adds to the magic, you suppose.
The kisses you receive on your lips are passionate, rid of any of the teasing you might have experienced earlier. He loves your lips, how they move against his and how they soft and velvety they are. He will always steal a glance at them when you’re speaking.
While he seemingly has an exterior that will never crack, hardened by the struggles he went through, if you return his teasing and unexpectedly kiss his nose, this man will become a MESS.
His face would dawn a shade as intense as a red rupee, and all attempts to make you flustered would cease immediately. The first time you did this, he was caught so off guard you almost thought his soul had left his body.
Truthfully, when he was a kid, his strikingly pointy nose became a target of unwanted mocking by the Kokiri which made him self-conscious back then. He grew out of it eventually, but the fact that someone like you, someone he absolutely adores, would give it such loving attention, yeah he’ll become a messy puddle.
His teasing shenanigans aside, there are times when he kisses you with the intention of making you feel loved and appreciated. And oh boy, does he succeed.
You don’t know how he does it, but the feeling of his lips is just so calming, so tender and it makes you feel like you’re afloat.
However, the first ever kiss you two shared was far from what they are now. Time was raised by a race of children that never grow up. Needless to say, he had no experience in the language of affection.
His first kiss was stiff, awkward and just all over the place. He just wasn’t sure how to hold you, or how to even move his lips against yours. He was disappointed because he thought he had left you unsatisfied, but after reassuring him that he hadn’t, he vowed to do better in the future.
And he did indeed do better. A lot better.
Hero of Twilight
Much like Wild, Twilight shows a good portion of his affection through kissing you. His kisses are reassuring and comforting, often times given during cuddling or just general tender moments.
Somehow he just knows when you want to kiss him, all you need is to give him the look and he’ll press his lips against you right away.
Despite his strong build, calloused hands and often times dirty hair from all the farm work he has done, his lips are so incredibly soft, you wonder how it’s even possible. Whenever he smiles, your eyes would dart to his lips, the desire to kiss them following soon after.
He makes you feel safe. Whether it’s a small peck on the corner of your mouth, or tiny butterfly kisses on your knuckles you had just injured, he always manages to make you feel protected.
Speaking of injuries, every bruise or cut you have ever received has been blessed by those wonderful lips of his. He’ll kiss everything better.
A HUGE cuddler. This man loves to hold you close to him, even more so after returning to his original self. In his beast form, he’d lean close to you, boop your cheek with his nose and the same applies in his human form. Just please, let him love you.
Will kiss you anywhere, anytime. To him, there is no shame in showing off just how much he loves you, so expect him to lean in frequently during your visits to Kakariko Village or Castle Town.
Most of the time, he doesn’t even realize he is kissing you, he is that used to doing it. However, if you’re not a fan of it when there are others around, he will try to restrain himself as best he can.
Is very serious about affection. The way he kisses you is genuine, even when the kiss itself is a small one. Absolutely no teasing involved. Towards you at least.
Because he will absolutely kiss you in front of the Ordonian kids just because he knows and loves the reactions he’ll get. Each of them, except Beth, will either turn away embarrassed, or make disgusted faces. He’ll let out a laugh while you roll your eyes.
If he ever wants to hear you laugh, he leaves multiple kisses on your face, from your lips, to your cheeks, to your nose, to your forehead, everywhere he can. He knows that eventually you’ll start letting those sweet laughs out of your mouth and he loves it.
If you kiss the top of his head, right between where his wolf ears would be, he’ll absolutely melt under you. The warmth from your lips would spread throughout his entire being and his face and ears would heat up ever so slightly.
It just makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, he can’t explain it. He’s just a big old puppy, let’s be real.
Overall, his kisses are truly a blessing as receiving one from those perfect lips of his makes you feel so incredibly cherished and valuable.
Hero of the Skies
When this absolute dork kisses you, something in your heart shifts each time. It’s like there’s something in those lips of his that make butterflies go wild in your stomach. He is such a dork, but so in love with you and if it were up to him, he’d kiss you for all eternity.
His kisses are delicate and rather faint, but somehow so full of affection. He pecks the back of your hand like a true romantic and kisses your lips which such care it makes your heart swell.
If he somehow manages to wake up before you, he’ll make sure you awaken to a set of faint butterfly kisses on your forehead and cheeks.
He just adores you so much, it’s difficult for him not to think about kissing you constantly. Most of his days are spent daydreaming about your lips and just how nice it would be to feel them against his own. Not even Groose can disturb him during these moments.
If you’re away from each other for a long time for whatever reason, the first thing he does when he sees you again is spin you around and leave a multitude of small kisses on your face, drowning in the sounds of your laughter.
He just wants to see you happy, he’ll do anything to make you smile. If you’re ever feeling down, he’ll wrap his welcoming arms around you and kiss the crown of your head.
Sky is not subtle at all. You can just tell what he wants every time he looks at you. If you catch him staring, completely lost in thought (which happens quite often), eyes so full of admiration, you know that the next thing he wants is a kiss. And you’re more than happy to deliver.
He is always smiling when his lips touch yours, sometimes he has to break a kiss just to let out a laugh or two, just because he absolutely cannot contain his joy when he is around you. And you always giggle with him.
If your lips touch his forehead in any given situation, he’ll smile widely like a little kid and his ears and face will turn crimson. The feeling of your lips will most likely linger on his forehead for the entire day.
Sometimes he’ll kiss you just for the sake of kissing you. He needs no particular reason for it, he just wants to kiss you. Period.
During his first kiss he was nervous, yet so excited. He had wanted to kiss you for so long and a part of him couldn’t believe it was happening. The kiss itself was quick, simple, and thankfully not too awkward. It was actually rather nice.
When you pulled away, it looked as if he was in some sort of lovesick trance and when he finally snapped out of it, he sheepishly chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck while his features reddened. He was adorable.
Sky loves to kiss you and please, for the love of Hylia, let him. It makes him happy :)
