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"
Can I have an adult link x reader where after he finishes rearranging the readers guts, they’re just talking and giggling and he randomly looks at her with the warmest eyes and asks if she’ll marry him?
You know things are over when he falls to your side with an unceremonious ‘thud.’
The bed bounces as soon as Link’s body makes contact with the surface. And you’re left giggling at the surprising amount of air you were able to get with the sheer force of his flop. Although that mischievous look in his eye tells you that he may or may not have put a little bit more force behind his fall than you initially anticipated. Ever the jokester when it comes to you, of course.
The two of you had finished a little while ago. Minutes ago, really. But even then, it feels like you’re still trying to catch your breath as your heart beat finally decides to slow. And part of your brain is still registering from the ghost of his heated touches from when he was having his way with you- desperately trying to catch up and finish up once he heard your orgasm was edging closer and closer and closer. It worked, of course. All his efforts (and yours) paid off. The two of you finished together. Together, together.
Together, with fingers threaded between each other as he coaxed through the brutal pace he was using to fuck you through your orgasm. Together, with his forehead against yours as he murmured all types of compliments and pretty words of praise as you wrapped your legs around his waist, as you whined and whimpered and screamed for him and his cock to take you higher- higher than you’ve ever been before. Together, as he emptied his balls inside of you with a deep, deep groan and a body that could barely hold itself above you after going at it for so, so very long.
But that was then. That was a couple of minutes ago. When the primal part of your brain was still taking the lead. When all you think about is how good he was making you feel and how much- how badly you wanted him and only him. That was then.
But now?
Now, the energy you both once had is spent. Now, he’s lying beside you on the bed the two of you share as you both spread across blankets and sheets and covers that have long since been ruined with all your…well…rolling around in the sheets. Now, your eyes are meeting his tender gaze, and your lips are meeting his own with kisses that are softer than softer in between quiet moments of chatter about things that don’t really matter.
Now, your legs are tangled between each other. And your fingers are brushing the skin of his jaw while his are trailing down your chest, grabbing and squeezing at your chest with a relaxed group. Almost as if the two of you are discovering each other for the first time, all over again.
It makes you happy, you realize. It makes you so unbelievably happy to be like this. Happy to be together. Together, together.
This isn’t a completely new feeling. It’s not foreign. It’s not uncommon. It’s not even unnatural to you. Because in your eyes, it comes naturally to be at peace with moments like this. It comes naturally to feel so in love during moments like this. But you never thought about it so deeply before now. You never sat with your thoughts in a slow, lovely little silence with the one you love in a moment like this. You never took the time to see just how instantly the love filters in when the lust fades away. Not after sex. Not like this.
And you know…you know you should be going to clean up right about now. You should be going to pee, grabbing down, and wiping yourself down. Hell, you should already be drawing yourself a bath and getting ready to bathe the ‘mess’ away. You know you both should be. Because any minute now, you’ll feel cum still lazily leaking out from your pussy, and you’ll start whining to Link about how it’s starting to dry. And any minute now, Link will try to talk you into cleaning his limp cock up with your tongue- even though you both know he’ll be too sensitive and too needy to handle what you’ll inevitably end up giving to him.
But he’s busy. He’s busy telling you about his latest trip to the fishing hole. Filling you in on all the little details and stories from that day that he hadn’t gotten around to telling you the other day. And you’re busy too. You’re busy teasing him- telling him about how you’ve outfished him the last few times the two of you went to his favorite fishing hole together. But you’re busy telling him about the flowers you saw at the edge of the forest the other day when you went foraging for some extra mushrooms and truffles. The wild peonies. The ones you’re convinced you need to go back for because of just how great they’ll look in the dining room.
This is not a glamorous moment. It’s not the picture of lust and heat and all things sexy.
You’re still naked, left practically in the last position that he had you in. And he’s still naked, too. Just lying right beside you. He’s still the handsome, strong man that you fell in love with all those years ago. His body is still built like a sculpture. And the way he looks at you, even as your babbling about flowers for the dining room turns into a conversation about how you’re itching for a late-night snack due to your early dinner and…previous activities, it’s enough to convince you that you must be his equal in looks somehow. For men who look like gods wouldn’t fall in love with mere mortals, in your opinion (though it was always him who would insist on calling you his goddess).
But in your eyes? There’s nothing sexy about starting to formulate a grocery list and fighting over whose turn it is to take the lead with dinner while you’re both nude. Absolutely nothing. But…
…but there is something special about it. Something sweet- something perfect- about that. About a moment like that. It solidifies that you’re not just comfortable with each other. But that he is your comfort. He is the source of your lustful excitement and contented mundanity. He’s what makes you feel wanted like a lover. But needed as a partner in life, all at the same time. He is what makes you feel remarkable and normal at the same time. Cherished and adored and all things good.
Loved. He makes you feel loved. And you make him feel the exact same way. In your own little ways. You know it. You know you do.
Because why else would he be rolling onto his stomach, and looking you in the eyes like that if it wasn’t because you make him feel as loved as he makes you feel? Why else would he lean in close and brush his nose against yours as his hands reach to lock yours in a tight embrace if it wasn’t because you make him feel as special as he makes you feel?
Why else would he taking advantage of this moment- this so special yet so ordinary- to part his lips and say the worlds you’ve been dying to hear for so, so very long if it wasn’t because you make it known every single day of your life that you want you want him as much as he wants you. As much as he needs you. As much as you need him to.
Because things are better like this. When it’s hot. When it’s cold. When there’s passion and there’s stillness. When there’s action. When there’s peace. When there’s you. When there’s him.
“Would you…could you…”
When you’re together. Together, together. Things are better. You’re better. He’s better. You just know it. They just are. And now?
Got some more disjointed silly canine habits for TP Link/LU Twilight! This is part 9!
When Reader tries to go somewhere, Link will try to stop them from leaving. Both in Hylian form and wolf form. He’ll stop them by getting in their way, snatching the stuff they take with them(like keys or a bag/items in the bag), causing shenanigans, etc.
He dislikes being washed down in wolf form. He doesn’t like getting his fur and nails trimmed, but he tolerates it if it needs to be done if it starts to be inconvenient for him or Reader.
He likes to roll around on Reader’s clothes, shedding his fur all over it and making it smell like him. They sometimes catch him snoozing with his snout buried in one or multiple of their clothing items.
He’ll tilt his head like a dog when he’s confused or when he’s trying to hear something better.
This is the last part for now! I apologize for clogging up the x reader tags with a spam of this type of post. 🙇♀️
how about a soulmate au where each person has a phrase written on them that describes their soulmate's greatest accomplishment/title if that makes sense :)
(I’ve actually never seen this soulmate au, but it was fun to write hehe, thanks for the request!)
Titles and Tribulations
Most people with soulmate marks have cute, almost comical titles. ‘Best Soup Maker’ or ‘Winner of the Winter Craft Competition’. Cute little things to help you get to know your soulmate before ever getting to meet them.
The day you turned eight, you woke up, and found out your soulmate had a title of their own. ‘The Hero of Twilight’. At that age, you didn’t understand the ramifications of their title until your parents sat you down and explained it to you.
Heroes were few and far between. The fact that your soulmate was a hero was sort of like a forewarning to the calamity and destruction that was to come. What’s more, it was unlikely your soulmate would even get to marry you even if yo my did get to meet- Heroes were known to get snatched up in the tides of political conquests, often thrown around as leverage and in some cases, used for arranged marriages to help the royal family further its power.
Your soulmates life was practically forfeit the second it was decided they were a hero. At least, that’s what your family told you.
Regardless, fate chose them for you for a reason. Even if you only meet once and it is the most mundane and boring day of your life, it will have been worth even getting to see them.
After coming to that conclusion, you spent the next few years simply living. You went about your days, knowing that your soulmate was or would one day be a hero, and dreaming about the day that you would finally meet.
You’re eighteen by the time you find out exactly who your soulmate is. He’s paraded into Castle Town, royal guards flanking him on all sides while he uncomfortably fidgets atop a calm-eyed brown horse who carefully trudges through the city streets. He’s announced as the Hero of Twilight, which is indisputable evidence as to who he is to you.
You watch as he’s carted off to the ruined remains of Hyrule Castle, not following, but watching closely, memorizing his face in case you ever get to meet him in the future.
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Later that same day you’re walking through Castle Town’s market when you hear a commotion. Strict voices bark out orders to ‘Find the Hero’ while castle guards march through the streets. You watch them go curiously, but something more interesting catches your eye-
A grey wolf with strange patterns around his face and a chain clamped around his leg sprinting into an alley. It nervously glances back as a patrol of guards march forward, and you get the distinct feeling that you should make sure he isn’t spotted.
“Oh my god was that the hero of Twilight?! He was so cuuuute!! It looked like he was headed for Central Square, should I try to follow him?” You gasp excitedly at the fruit vendor standing beside you. She glances around excitedly, obviously looking for the hero, but your eyes track the guards who were just about to pass you up as they immediately turn towards Central Square, practically jogging in the direction you were pointing.
“Oops, false alarm,” You shrug once the guards are out of earshot, waltzing away from the fruit vendor and veering towards the side street the wolf was hiding in earlier. Most people would run away from a wild wolf trouncing through the city streets, but you have a sneaking suspicion that’s unnecessary in this situation.
Back when Twilight had engulfed Hyrule, there were sightings of a wild wolf entering the town, never engaging with anyone, but being chased away regardless. If this is the same wolf, you want to help it leave town before the guards catch wind of its presence and start chasing it away.
However, when you enter the alleyway, the wolf is nowhere in sight. You hum a curious note, walking further into the side street, only to let out a surprised gasp when a hand suddenly grips your upper arm.
“Shh! They might notice us!” A masculine voice whispers with a giddy urgency. You peek up at where the voice is coming from and find none other than the Hero of Twilight himself, crystal blue eyes glittering down at you while he presses a finger to his curled lips.
“Us? You’re the celebrity here.” You whisper anyway, noting the sharp fangs in the man’s smile. You didn’t think you’d be into that sort of thing, but they’re pretty cute.
“And you’re my soulmate. When that title comes out, it’ll become a nightmare for both of us.” The man shakes his head, clearly over the fame already.
“Is that my title? ‘The Hero of Twilight’s Soulmate’?” You ask, disappointed. Not that you mind being this man’s soulmate, but surely the gods could’ve come up with a more original title.
“No, actually, your title is ‘Castle Town’s Rumor Starter’ seeing as you did just that to save my butt, I figured my soulmate had to be you.”
“Dang. The gods really just outed me like that.” You sigh, shaking your head dramatically. The hero laughs, hand loosening from its place on your arm, only to drift down and entwine your fingers together.
“The princess called me here for some sort of official meeting, but I don’t really feel like attending. Would this rumor starter have any good recommendations on where I should hide in the meantime?”
“Hmm, only if this Hero of Twilight enjoys good drinks and better food.”
“Are you asking me out on a date?” The Hero of Twilight asks, grin turning wolfish. You squeeze his hand in response, tugging him further down the side street.
⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ smut!!, cockwarming, p in v obviously, cowgirl, allusion to hickies, not proofread!
⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I'm so down bad for this mfking wolf god-
⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 571
⋆ ࣪. part I / part II ࣪.⋆
The night was especially quiet, shiny fireflies fluttering quietly their little wings, contrary to the squacking sound cuckoos made into the night breeze. You knew how much Link loved nights like this, quiet and calm ones.
Well, It would've been a pleasant night if your guts were nestling nicely inside of you instead on being absolutely demolished by your boyfriend.
Your thighs were already numb on top of him, covered in a mixture of his saliva and your own sweat, creating a glistening glow on your skin.
"Stay still"
His husky voice took you out of your trance, you then felt his hands gripping hardly your thighs, as if he didn't want you to move.
What?
This was the first time he behaved like this with you, he didn't even prep you before sliding himself inside. And now he didn't want you to move?
Maybe it was because you told him how cold you were, the night breeze leaking through your window and into your shared bedroom, enough to make you shiver under the mattress.
You stayed silent with your bare arms wrapped around him, your body pressing against his warmer one. You hid your face on his neck, trying to surpress your evident hornyness on top of him.
You knew he was one squeeze away from going mad bellow you, trying to control his hunger for you by gripping your legs. He was hard and he ached for you, his ragged breathing coming out of his hot mouth.
Your whines and quiet pleasured sounds almost made him grab your waist and flip you over so you could scream properly. But he didn't, the rancher wanted to enjoy your warm walls around him, to memorize them when he only had his fist to remember.
"Please"
Link's ears perked up at your needy whisper, breath fanning his neck before you squeezed him hardly, making him groan out.
"Don't do that darlin' "
He warned you, pulling you off his neck and watching as a string of saliva united his jugular and your mouth. He throbbed at the sight, red and plump lips matched with your so lovely eyes, now hooded with desire and want.
His hips twitched, his mind flooded with you, images of you squirming as he rammed himself into you, scratching his back as the animal he was, how good you'd look moaning and gagging his name.
You moaned at the sudden movement, gripping his shoulders tighter as you whined a quiet "Link..."
"I know, I know... Just a bit more"
He tried to reassure you, whispering how good you were for him, letting him feel you up as you sat there obediently.
"I'll fuck you so good after this princess"
The nickname did it for you, it always did. Your thighs clenched around his waist, head falling against his shoulder as you tried to control yourself. It just felt so good.
But you muttering out his name in such a sensual way also did it for him, trailing his hands higher until they met your waist he finally rolled your hips on top of his. You both sighed out in harmony, the pleasure increasing thanks to the fact that you both were being slightly overstimulated by this.
His teeth found the junction of your shoulder and your neck, speeding up his movements needily.
Female!Reader x TP!Link (can also be taken as any version of Link tho)
Everyone knew of the epic tales of heroes taking the crest of flames to fight against the evils of the land. But very few know of the curse the holy relic held.
A fire emblem-inspired AU (i.e. I borrow concepts and take creative liberties purely for self-indulgence)
Edit 06/14/25: Chapter 1 is now posted
"So that's the hero," you murmur to yourself, gaze directed at said male as he bashfully accepts playful claps to his back from his friends? Brothers-in-arms? You're not sure.
"That’s right, your highness," your attendant confirms beside you—and by the gods, were you relieved to be reunited with her, to know that you weren't alone in this mess. "He goes by the name of Link."
You let the sound of his name shape your mouth, testing the syllables just to get the feel of it, to familiarize it. Unbidden, you recall the tale of the curse, idly wondering if you, too, would fall victim to its grasp.
Just as quickly as it came, you banish the thought—there would be no room nor opportunity for love to bloom, not when your duties would pull you both to opposite sides of the battlefield. He, to the front, leading the charge with his sword and the crest of flames you've surrendered to him. You, to makeshift tents serving as meeting rooms to plan for the war and everything that came after. If there would be an after. If you would even live to see that after.
No, the curse—if it was even real—would not claim you as it had your ancestors, you conclude. It's with that thought that you let yourself glance over his silhouette and quietly acknowledge that perhaps in another life, if you weren’t who you were and he wasn't who he was, perhaps there would be a chance for the curse to take hold of you.
That you would fall in love with the easy way smiles came to him, the sturdiness of his presence and the strength of both his character and body—even now, you can recall the warmth he exuded as he held you close after saving you from falling.
But that was not this life, you tell yourself. You are strangers to each other here and that was all you would ever be.
And so you let that thought rest, packed away in the dark corners of your mind to be forgotten until some years later, when whim might take you and guide the thought back into your hands to reminisce on times long past.
synopsis: the ghost of his past always seems to loom over the hero of twilight's heart and he is forced to look it in its eye yet again. as retribution, he is offered another chance to prevent the untimely death of the ghost in his past that continues to haunt him: the ghost of you.
genres: angst, romance. | mentions an established relationship.
reader specifications: none, no pronouns are used but was written with a female reader in mind.
content warnings: spoilers for twilight princess! mentions of injuries (twilight being hit on head like the in-game event and bomb arrow explosions), time and dimension travel, and implied death.
word count: 1.6k words.
―originally posted on @mydarling-iv, jun. 26. 2023
‧₊ ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘
The barren and war-torn earth was a strong indication of whose Hyrule they were all thrown in. The Captain needn’t say a word to the rest of them before he’s ushering them away from the castle, which promptly raised a few eyebrows.
“The castle’s that way, Captain.” Legend teasingly murmurs, a smirk tugging his lips as he recalls of the freakishly obsessive women the said reincarnation encountered.
But before Warriors could retort, a gasp leaves some of the member’s lips as they’re suddenly thrown into another portal.
It’s odd this time. Instead of feeling ominous and dark, the gateway within the portal felt wide and open, the space within it constricting while stretching simultaneously.
They catch whispers of places far beyond, unfamiliar and familiar sights flash past members of the chain before it’s only a wisp of color and their feet suddenly touch on solid land.
Confused glances are exchanged as a feeling of deep, foreboding anxiety settles in the pit of Twilight’s gut, almost urging him to throw up his stomach’s contents as he takes in the familiar flora and fauna around the group.
He doesn’t register what the Captain had been saying before Wild elbows his arm softly, snapping him out of his trance before whispering, “You’ve been distracted.”
Twilight blinks at him before nodding, “Have I?” He mutters, tone sounding apologetic causing his successor to give him a small, lopsided grin before motioning his head to the Captain.
“The sands of time within my Hyrule billowed differently before..” He continues but it all clicks for them.
They weren’t only thrown into a different Hyrule, they also traveled back in time.
Those who dealt with the complexities of time inwardly grimaced. Yet Twilight is eerily quiet, the Captain’s words confirming his thoughts while also worsening his dread.
The ranchhand goes silent, an air of unease leaking into the space around him. His eyes reflect a skittish gleam as if anything could set him off anytime soon.
The time and memory of the forest made him anxious, almost mirroring the memory that haunts his dreams—the very last memory he holds of you.
Judging from where they stand, Twilight knows he’s near the scene of the incident—your death—and the realization makes him wince uncomfortably.
His skin tingles from the sun’s hot rays just like it had been years ago on this wretched day. Twilight bristles as his enhanced sense of hearing picks up on the familiar cries and roars of that cursed day.
A painful ache spreads throughout Twilight’s body as his mind wanders to you, and Goddesses, the painful memory intensifies the ache he feels. Sky takes notice of his odd, seemingly pained demeanor and moves his hand to place it on Twilight’s shoulder but it’s only met with air.
He bolts, weaving through the group from his spot at the very back before his silhouette starts to become a wisp of dark fur amongst the shrubbery.
“Twilight!” Sky shouts, starting to give chase after the said man. A split second hasn’t even passed before Twilight’s fellow brothers-in-arms follow his lead, confusion starting to fill their veins as their guards are raised and strengthened.
┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。
It’s odd, the forest is quiet. Birds no longer sang nor trees danced with the wind’s embrace and the wild, erratic beat of his heart is the only sound that fills Twilight’s ears.
His mind drifts to you and an all too familiar ache starts to grow in his chest, one that he’s tried to ignore but is always incessantly lingering.
His childhood best friend, who smiled at everything he’d say regardless of how dumb it was, the very best friend whom he had developed a strong love for and gradually transformed into his childhood lover accompanying him from their halcyon days of their youth to their late teens.
Twilight’s body aches as he reaches the clearing before the bridge and he’s taken to the day you were taken from him.
Hours before he was transformed into a beast of twilight, his village had been attacked by armed bulbins who wracked up a storm of chaos before closing in on the spirit residing in Ordon Spring, effectively throwing the area at the mercy of the twilight that befell upon it.
It was only when you both came back from the woods, hand in hand with Twilight as love-struck grins dotted your faces, that you crossed paths with the bulbins riding atop a giant wild boar, one having an explosive arrow readily nocked.
Twilight had pushed you behind him but the beasts were faster as they took advantage of Epona bolting due to the sudden panic. Being separated by mere meters, he had felt a painful pressure against the back of his head as the world around Twilight became a muddled canvas of colors bleeding into each other.
But before the world had gone dark, an explosion of yellow and red rips out before his eyes. He electric blue orbs catch onto your figure flying backwards, being blown over and into the ravine by the explosion, a scream ripping itself from your throat as you fell.
He now experiences the whole ordeal over again, only now conscious and fully prepared. But time was unkind and mercilessly slipped through his fingers quickly like fine sand.
He was late by a few minutes and as punishment, Twilight is forced to relive the very moment that kills him inside.
Twilight sees the same bulblin swing its club at his younger self but ignores it as his body carries him farther. He hears the Captain’s shouts of him to come back and regroup as his brothers quickly tear down the foes, but it’s all muffled and drowned out to the Hero of Twilight as his eyes latch onto you.
Confusion filled murmurs reach his sharp ears but he pains no mind, choosing to keep his pale blue eyes steadily fixated on you.
You’re the only thing Twilight could focus on.
But it’s too late.
The very same flurry of red and yellow flashes before his eyes and your pained scream deafens his ears, the heat from the explosion hot against his skin yet why does he burn when your eyes meet his so briefly?
You’re free falling to your death, the very same death he’s lived through and haunts him when the moon rises.
He had lost you before and he might lose you once more.
Hands shifting with the grapple connected to his arm guard, Twilight picks up the pace before he throws himself over the cliff.
The roar of the wind running past his ears deafens Time’s shout and the screams of worry from his fellow warriors of courage, but none of that mattered to him.
Twilight’s focus was solely on you.
And as the wind runs past him, he’s ripped from reality as his thoughts envelope him in a bitter embrace.
He wanted it all—everything related to you; a future together, a simple and safe life together.
Was it such a greedy wish of his?
Mercifully, time seems to slow and his heart breaks at the tears flying from your eyes as your limbs flail wildly against the wind rushing past you.
A flurry of thoughts rushes through his head once more yet one stands out from the rest: what were you thinking of as you fell?
Did you ever hope he’d come save you? Were you disappointed when you realized he wasn’t coming? Did you ever wish you had never met him?
The last thought is haunting, pain and anxiety prickling at him as he realized that it was he who insisted for you to come with him on that fateful day.
Twilight’s mind blanks as his fingers brush against yours and the contact alone sends bolts of electricity running atop his skin and all over his body.
It’s a familiar feeling Twilight had been yearning to feel again.
Your eyes snap open, riddled with unshed tears as they blearily focus on his blue seafoam colored eyes.
The eye contact ignites a fire in his heart and Twilight allows himself to finally admit that he misses staring into your eyes which twinkled with delight and love whenever they would meet his.
It’s a familiar occurrence that Twilight repeatedly wished for to happen again.
Twilight’s left arm wraps itself around your waist, pulling your body flush against his causing his heart to bloom at the contact and it sets off a chain reaction.
He catches a faint whiff of your scent and it throws him into the heartwarming memories of your halcyon days filled with obvious pining and poorly hidden love-struck gazes.
It’s a familiar scent that sends him reeling into memories of him placing soft kisses atop your head, interlacing your hands that always seemed to send sparks flying down his spine, and embracing you whenever he’d catch you after a game of tag with the younger village children.
Those memories—the scars of your love—left him breathless as he so badly wished for things to have happened differently.
Twilight had lost you before.
He’ll be damned if he did again.
Liftings his right arm, Twilight fires the hook before he tightens his grip around your waist.
A grunt tumbles from his lips as the grapple harshly tugs you both, finally latching onto something solid and only does he lower his guard slightly.
His heart stutters before a phantom pain fills his chest as you tightly wrap your arms around his neck, face buried securely in the juncture of his neck.
The smallest of touches causes tremors of lightning to dance on Twilight’s skin and when your eyes meet his, the eye contact alone lights his heart ablaze.
Despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins and the shocking effect you've always held over him, the ever so comforting smell of you leaves him relaxed.
Experiencing the things Twilight has repeatedly yearned for felt like a dream and now that you’re in his embrace, alive, deepens the scars of your love forever etched into his heart and the very being of his soul.
Twilight couldn’t help but feel that he could have had it all.
