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?
Summary: You’re a soccer player, just trying to do a cute little crossover promo with the WNBA’s most unserious duo: Sydney Colson and Theresa Plaisance. But between Sydney asking why your shorts are “so long for no reason” and Theresa claiming kickball as athletic experience.
Warnings: Light cursing, uncontrollable laughter, player delusion
Word Count: ~0.9k
Vibe: Pure unseriousness. Think fake mic interviews, “The League is in Good Hands” energy, reader being the only straight-faced one while Syd & TP act like they’ve never seen a soccer ball before. Dry humor, chaotic banter, and reader slowly unraveling on camera.
“Okay, camera rolling in 3…2…”
I’m sitting between Sydney Colson and Theresa Plaisance, and it already smells like jokes in here.
Literally nothing’s happened yet, and Sydney’s squinting at my shin guards like they personally offended her.
“So, soccer,” she starts, drumming her fingers dramatically on the fake table between us. “Why the shorts so long though?”
Theresa nods like it’s a real investigative question. “They be wearing bermuda shorts with compression socks. That’s wild.”
I blink. “That’s just the uniform.”
Sydney narrows her eyes. “That’s just disrespectful.”
I’m not sure if she’s joking. I’m not sure they know if they’re joking.
I glance at the production guy holding the boom mic, like maybe he can save me. He absolutely cannot.
Sydney turns to Theresa. “So what’s your soccer experience, T?”
Theresa clears her throat like she’s about to accept an award. “Okay so—this one time? In second grade? I played kickball. Barefoot. On gravel. Won the game.”
Sydney nods solemnly. “You kicked the soul out that ball, huh?”
Theresa: “Ball AND my big toe.”
I open my mouth to say something—anything—and Sydney cuts in.
“No… no, I don’t think that counts. But if so, I kicked rocks on the way over here.”
They both nod again, like this is a TED Talk and I should be taking notes.
“Oh… okay,” I manage, staring directly into the camera like I’m on The Office.
Sydney leans in, serious now—too serious. “So what position do you play?”
“Forward.”
Theresa claps. “Same. I be forward-thinking every day.”
I smile. Not because it’s funny. Because I’m disassociating.
Sydney’s already on to her next question. “Do y’all pass? Or y’all be gatekeeping the ball like Theresa gatekeeps the aux cord?”
“Hey. Don’t do that.”
“She played three Britney songs in a row.”
“She’s an icon, Sydney.”
“She’s a pattern, Theresa.”
I look between them and remember I still haven’t said anything useful this entire shoot.
“Yeah, we pass,” I say finally. “It’s called teamwork.”
Sydney nods like that’s tragic.
“Couldn’t be me.”
“She don’t even pass in Mario Kart,” Theresa mutters.
Sydney: “That’s cause I’m in first place, babe. You want me to throw it in reverse for you?”
They start bickering. On camera. Fully ignoring me now.
I sip my water. It’s lukewarm. Like my will to continue this interview.
Eventually, Sydney spins back to me. “So would you ever play basketball?”
I nod. “I’ve shot around before. I’m decent.”
Theresa lights up. “Say less. We got a free spot on our team.”
“Oh, really?”
“For comedic relief,” Sydney adds.
“Oh…”
“But we’ll give you a jersey,” Theresa shrugs. “Might say ‘Intern’ on the back.”
I think they’re joking. Again—I’m not sure.
The interview wraps and I stand up, shaking both their hands. Sydney fist bumps me instead. Theresa hugs me like we survived a natural disaster together.
As I walk off set, I hear Sydney call out behind me:
“Tell your coach we said good luck this season.”
“And tell your shorts we said loosen up!”
I don’t know why I gave them the address.
Actually, no—I do. Peer pressure. There were cameras, lights, mics… and Sydney Colson dared me. Theresa said I was “scared of a little crossover moment.” They called me shy. I’m not shy. I just value peace. But whatever. It’s game day now, and I’m warming up on the field—my field—and chaos is rolling in on a golf cart like it owns the place.
Sydney’s driving. Wearing shades and a custom windbreaker that says “WNBA SCOUT” across the back in what looks like iron-on letters from Michaels.
Theresa’s riding passenger with a clipboard, a whistle, and a full damn referee jersey. From Party City.
I freeze mid-stretch.
“Oh hell no.”
They wave like proud aunts.
Sydney: “We here for talent identification.”
Theresa: “We heard number nine got footwork.”
I’m number nine.
I try to walk off. I really do. But my teammates are eating this up. People are filming. My coach is laughing. This is now officially above me.
Sydney hops off the cart and inspects the grass. Deadass bends down and rubs it between her fingers like she’s checking turf quality. I can’t make this up.
“Mm. Too much chlorophyll. Y’all gonna be slow today.”
Theresa’s already blowing the whistle. “Let’s see a drill. Dribble. Shoot. Roll. Cry. Whatever y’all do.”
One of our defenders actually starts dribbling, like we’re being evaluated by Team USA.
Sydney watches with her arms crossed, nodding. “Okay, okay… Not bad. Bit stiff. But she didn’t fall, so bonus points.”
Theresa writes on the clipboard:
“Didn’t fall. Not a hater. Decent socks.”
Now it’s my turn.
“Number nine,” Sydney says, waving me forward. “Let’s see what you got, Miss FIFA.”
I sigh, step up, and go through a quick solo drill—juggles, tap-ins, and a cross to my teammate who actually scores. The team cheers.
Theresa claps like she’s at a ballet recital. “Graceful. Humble. Hoochie shorts. 10/10.”
Sydney looks… offended.
“So you do pass?”
I nod.
“To her?”
“She was open.”
Sydney turns to Theresa. “That couldn’t be me.”
“Girl I know. You allergic to assists.”
Now they’re arguing about basketball again on my soccer field. I jog over and try to wrap it up.
“Okay. Y’all came. Y’all saw. Y’all got your little footage. You can go now.”
Sydney squints. “This sounds like disrespect.”
Theresa gasps, fake-offended. “We supported you.”
“You showed up uninvited with a clipboard from Office Depot.”
Sydney adjusts her shades. “And gave you exposure. You welcome.”
Before they leave, they make me take a picture with them holding up a “drafted” sign and throwing up fake gang signs like I’m being signed to the Colson/Plaisance sports agency. (Which is not real. I hope.)
The next morning, the picture is everywhere. SportsCenter reposts it. My team account reposts it. WNBA on TNT reposts it with the caption:
“Sources say she passed the ball. We’re investigating.”
I text Sydney: You got me dragged by an entire comment section.
Ok so I’m in a Link rabbit hole and I wanted to write this angsty smut scenario that just randomly appeared in my mind lol. This is actually my first time writing smut for Link, even in my early days, I never got around to doing that. I hope you enjoy this and hopefully it’s not messy in the sense that you can’t get anything out of it. Please enjoy!
The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess
Link x Female!Reader
Summary: Days worth of sadness and loneliness leads you to a familiar bar in Castle Town.
Notes: Angst, Fluff, Usage of alcohol, drunk reader, swearing, SPOILERS FOR TWILIGHT PRINCESS!, SMUT, Unprotected sex, minor violence (one slap), lowkey angry sex, fingering, 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Also posted on AO3!
“Another one.”
Your hand slammed the now empty glass on the wooden counter rather sloppily, the remains of the drink flowing down your throat. The liquid didn’t burn the inside of your mouth anymore, you were well past that point and the woman whom the bar belonged to, noticed this from the way your words slurred and the glazed expression in your eyes.
“What’s gotten you so eager to drink your worries away all of a sudden?” Telma inquired with a slight grin, remembering that troubled look on your face when you first entered the bar some hours ago. You had sat down on an empty stool in front of the counter, ordering one shot after another in a clear attempt to forget whatever weighed heavy on your mind.
You let out a dry chuckle at her question, dull eyes watching as the older woman refilled your glass with the liquid you had gotten familiar with.
“Not what, Telma. But who,” you replied before pouring the burning drink down your throat. You grimaced at the taste and let out a groan before placing the glass on the wooden surface yet again, desiring to further wash away the negative thoughts with alcohol.
“Another.”
Telma let out a troubled sigh and took a look at you. You were a mess. Your (E/C) eyes were dull and only half-open, your body lightly swayed from side to side as you leaned on the palm of your hand lazily. She was sure you were on the verge of passing out.
“You ought to slow down, dear. I’m gonna have to restock soon if you keep gulping down my drinks.”
You managed to glance at her, disappointment latching itself onto you, though a part of you knew it would come to this. Telma was kind enough to care about your wellbeing, unlike some… Others you knew. A heavy sigh slipped your lips and you began to toy with the rim of the small glass, the thoughts that brought you to the bar in the first place returning to you.
“It’s… It’s just so hard, Telma…” You mumbled, a small hiccup escaping your mouth. Your lips turned downwards in a sad frown that the woman in front of you noticed. She leaned against the counter an empathetic glow in her emerald eyes.
“What’s on your mind, honey? You can talk to me,” She said softly. You noticed the warm smile on her face that made it almost impossible to keep your worries to yourself. She just carried this soothing, almost motherly aura with her, and even in this negative state of mind, you found yourself coveting her comfort. You inhaled deeply.
“I-it’s… Well…” Another hiccup flew from between your lips and you soon found forming coherent words rather difficult. The alcohol blurred your vision and you could barely keep your (E/C) eyes open. Still, you attempted to voice your concerns.
“Tell me, Telma…” You began, locking your eyes with her. “Have you seen… Link lately?”
Telma raised her eyebrow at your question and mulled over it for a few seconds.
“No… I can’t say I have.”
You scoffed at her answer as you were more than expecting it. Shaking your head, you chuckled sourly.
“Figures.” Your brows frowned and your eyes found the empty glass once again.
“Has something happened?” She asked, slight concern embedded in her voice. You merely shrugged apathetically.
“You see... That’s the thing. I have no damn clue!” You threw your arms into the air and almost fell from the stool, but somehow managed to maintain your balance. A groan of frustration came out and you slammed your head on the table.
“For all we know, the stupid idiot might be fishing at Lake Hylia without a care in the world, while I’m waiting for him to come back home so that we can spend some time together as we used to, now that he DOESN’T have to save the entire fucking kingdom!”
Your loud, drunken ramblings had grabbed the attention of some other customers in the dimly lit bar but right now, you couldn’t care less. You were angry, distraught, but most of all, sad. It had been days since you had last seen him, and even before that, he was so very distant. He barely had any time for you, always running off to Goddesses knew where leaving you alone with thoughts that gradually became grimmer.
You missed the time before the Kingdom succumbed to twilight. You missed the way he’d spend his time with you and the children. You missed him.
A shaky breath left your lips, your forehead still against the wooden surface.
“I… I’m just so… so lonely…”
Telma placed her hand on your shoulder in a comforting manner. Despite your drunken state, it was more than obvious to her that you were troubled by the recent events. Still, it was hard to imagine Link being so cold towards you, he was always so sincere and kind. Telma wondered if some of your words were exaggerated, yet, she still offered her support.
“Wha- What if he doesn’t care about me anymore?” You managed to croak out, making Telma’s brows frown in concern.
“That’s not true.” She placed both her hands on your slumped shoulders, prompting you to look at her, which you did, though reluctantly. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, honey. And lemme tell you, those gorgeous eyes of his hold nothing but the purest, most genuine form of adoration for you.” Her words stuck to you, but you still doubted them somewhat. Telma saw that doubt in your gaze and continued, squeezing your shoulders.
“The boy loves you. There ain’t anything or anyone else in the world he’d ever trade you for.” Your half-lidded eyes found the ground, your body still swaying lightly from the effects of the drinks you had. You fiddled with your fingers, sorrow framing your eyes.
“There must be something going on with him,” Telma mused. “How about you-”
Her sentence got cut short when the door to the bar opened and closed quite aggressively, followed by the sound of someone’s heavy footsteps. Almost instinctively, you turned towards the sounds, only to regret it soon after as your entire being got filled with rage that had built up over the course of many painful days.
There he stood, clad in his green garb, not even bothering to look at you. That, or he didn’t notice you. In your vulnerable, drunken state, you wrongly assumed the former. It didn’t take long for you to start yelling.
“Oh, look who it is!”
Telma noticed the change in your body language and went to grab your shoulder in an attempt to calm you down, only for you to shove it away and begin walking towards the hero with not so graceful steps. His eyes finally landed on you and confusion settled on his face.
“(N-Name)?”
Your eyes were glued on him, intense flames of anger burning in them. All of what Telma had just said to you was thrown out of the window along with any possible effects her words had on you.
“Surprised, huh?!” The volume of your voice was louder than ever, words slurred yet very much displeased with the sight of him.
“Did- Did you perhaps come… To look for me?!” You inquired aggressively, that part of you that was plagued with loneliness hoping for some kind of comfort in the form of your question.
“N-no, I-”
“Well of course you didn’t!! What an absolutely STUPID thing to ask!” A harsh, almost mocking chuckle escaped your lips and once again, you threw your arms into the air and looked at him.
“I wonder, do you even give a shit about me anymore??”
Without letting him answer, you stopped right in front of him, his puzzled and concerned expression doing nothing to ease your rage down. Leaning forward, your breath reeking of alcohol right in front of his face, you lowered your volume and whispered in a bitter tone:
“I was just about to leave anyway. I’m sure you don’t mind...”
You stormed past him, partially unintentionally bumping into his shoulder with your own, though some part of you wanted to let him know just how angry at him you were. You ran out the door, trying your best to stay on your feet, though you crashed into the doorframe slightly, mumbling a curse or two.
Link watched as you left, your fit of rage leaving dumbfounded and confused. He glanced at Telma questioningly who had crossed her arms, an unamused expression on her face. She motioned towards the door with her head, waiting for the hero to get the hint and it didn’t take long for him to do so as he dashed through the door and after you almost immediately.
“(Name)!”
You hadn’t gotten far from the bar, your feet had only managed to carry you to the beginning of the stone stairs, on which you now stumbled trying your best to stay up and leave the place. Link followed you, and you only blessed him with a cold glare before continuing your journey up the stairs, your body shaking from the alcohol.
“Wait, (Name)!”
The familiar feeling of someone’s hand on your shoulder returned and made you turn around viciously. So viciously, in fact, you almost lost your footing. Still, you somehow managed to collide the palm of your hand with his cheek in a loud slap that you would have regretted instantly under normal circumstances. Now, however, he deserved it.
“Don’t... Touch me!”
Link placed his hand on the skin of his abused cheek and stopped for a brief moment since your violent action had caught him off guard. This allowed you to reach the end of the stairs, though you weren’t saved from the angry words from the boy behind you.
“What is wrong with you?!” He yelled, continuing his pursuit despite the momentary halt. You continued stumbling forward grabbing onto nearby walls for support. He reached you again, but this time was careful not to put his hands on you again.
“YOU are wrong with me!” Your response was loud and you were sure the sleeping residents of Castle Town would wake up from the commotion. You didn’t care. Link frowned his brows in confusion before sighing in both frustration and defeat.
“You are drunk. Look, let me take you home so you can rest.”
You quickly but clumsily turned around, making him stop in his tracks.
“I don’t need your help!” You cried out, so loudly, it even made him flinch slightly. The built-up anger was on the verge of breaking free and this time, you let it.
“Where were you when I needed help herding the goats?! Or when I stayed up who knows how many nights because I was waiting for YOU to come back from wherever you were swinging that stupid sword on your back?! Were you slaying monsters?! Or were you trying to find a way to restore the Mirror of Twilight so you could reunite with its precious Princess once again?!”
Your voice quieted down and you soon felt tears you hadn’t noticed before spilling your bloodshot eyes. Link looked at you in silence, eyes filled with worry and realization. Turning away from him once again, you sniffled and comforted yourself by rubbing your arms with your hands.
“Hyrule is saved. You have nothing weighing on your shoulders anymore. Nothing to fight for anymore…” Your trembling voice was but a whisper, and for the first time during the night, clear, as if the intoxication left your body for this brief moment.
“So why can’t you just… Be with me..?”
Your words struck the hero in his most vulnerable places like a sharp arrow. His azure eyes filled with realization and he now understood the reason for your previous outburst and suddenly, the stinging on his cheek didn’t feel so unjustified anymore. His eyes were framed with his brows that had become frowned and he looked at you sadly.
Link’s heart became heavy with regret as he stood there, unsure what to do or say. His cerulean orbs found the stone ground beneath his worn boots, and in this moment he wanted nothing more than to make everything up to you. He wanted to let you know you cared but didn’t know how, as a part of him could still sense the fury that raged within you.
“...(Name), I-”
Before he could let his quiet sentence out fully, he noticed you suddenly stumbling towards the ground. Link was quick to catch you, calling your name carefully, only to notice that you had fallen into unconsciousness. This was expected, as you had had more than enough to drink for the night. He let out a heavy sigh he had been holding and carefully picked you up, carrying you towards the exit of Castle Town, ready to begin his journey back home to Ordon.
After he had placed you on Epona and made sure your body wouldn’t make contact with the ground at any point of the trip, he finally mounted his loyal mare. He grabbed the reins and kicked her sides to make her walk. Only walk. It was slow, but it gave him crucial time to think.
His eyes watched the moon above, wondering how many times you had watched the same sight alone without him. How lonely it must have been for you. And it had finally dawned on him. It only took you drinking yourself to the point where you could barely stand up. It pained him.
Stupid, he thought. He was stupid to leave you alone like that. You had every right to be mad. You were suffering from loneliness for far too long and bottled up the heavy thoughts in your head. The red mark on his cheek was proof of that. He glanced at you, your face still somehow twisted in heartache you had carried for so long.
He shook his head, chiding himself and his foolish actions. Some hero he was. Able to save the entire Kingdom from the shackles of evil, but not able to be there for the one person who needed him most. Link thought back at the simpler times, and only now found himself missing them. How he and you would herd the goats together, how you would play hide and seek with the laughing children. It was all so endearing, so loving.
He loved you. However, he was not so certain of your feelings after all this. He had made you doubt if he really cherished you in the way he once had. The simple answer was yes. And he wanted nothing more to tell you that. But that option was now locked away in the form of you, passed out, unaware that what he had wanted to say, was ‘sorry’.
He exhaled slowly, keeping his eyes on the road ahead. Getting you home was the least he could do in this situation and his top priority. He only wished that you would be able to forgive him after you woke up.
~
The cushions shifted as you moved, a guttural groan leaving your chapped lips. Your head throbbed, and a feeling of qualm dominated your entire being. You rose a hand on your forehead, sitting up and trying to get a look at your surroundings through your still blurred vision.
It was still dark, twilight had long passed, that much you could tell by looking through the window of… Your home.
The more you looked around, the more familiar the surroundings got. You were back in Ordon, feeling horrible, but less affected by the strong drinks you had consumed. A sigh slipped your lips as you recalled the events that occurred what you assumed mere hours ago. The frustration was still very much apparent, but in this moment of calm, you wondered if you had been too harsh. Too harsh on him.
You sighed, your eyes glued on your hands that laid on your lap. He had brought you home, tucked you in despite your fierce protests. You wanted to feel bad, but at the same time, you couldn’t forget the way he had so cruelly forsaken you. The issue was far from solved, but a part of you just wanted to forget it all.
Just then your eyes met his, as he stood on the other side of the room, a glass of water in his hand that your dry mouth desperately needed. He had abandoned his tunic and chainmail, leaving him with his undershirt, his head crowned by his unkempt blonde hair. The expression on his face was solemn, regretful even, yet for some reason, it did little to ease the disappointed glow in your eyes.
Neither of you said anything as he walked forward, his silence was out of fear of hurting you again, and yours was merely observing, trying to see what laid behind those gorgeous eyes of his. Soon the glass he held was in front of you and you took it in your lightly trembling hands. He was relieved at the action. It at least told him you were willing to wash away the last traces of alcohol that still lingered.
The glass was empty in an instant, your throat feeling as if it sprung back into life. You watched as he retreated from you, that apologetic look embedded in his gaze. You couldn’t bear to look back at him for whatever reason.
With your eyes glued to the empty glass much like they had been back at the bar, you heard him gathering his things and clothes, seemingly ready to leave you be. You managed to scoff lightly. He was doing it again. This time, however, you wouldn’t let him.
“You still haven’t answered my question.”
He stopped abruptly and from the corner of your eye, you noticed him turning his head towards you questioningly. You gripped the glass in your hands tighter.
“Back at the bar…” Your mind traveled back to the admittedly hazy memories from when you angrily screamed at him without mercy. Link placed his gear back to where they once laid and listened. “I asked you…” Your eyes finally turned to him, dull and full of heartbreak.
“If you even cared about me anymore.” The voice that came out was a lot quieter than you had hoped and some small part of you didn’t even want to know what he had to say.
“So…” You threw your legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, carefully placing the empty glass on a nearby table.
“Do you?”
Link took a slow step forward, his heart beating fast but his mind hopeful at this opportunity to fix everything, to tell you how much you meant to him.
“Of course I do, (Name). I-”
“Prove it.”
You fired back at him with that single phrase, and almost all the hope shining within him crumbled. You knew it was not necessary to torture him like this, but you were so damaged from his folly, that damaged side wouldn’t let him off the hook so easily. You wanted more reassurance from him than a few meaningless words.
Link was stunned at your question, but more so at how unfair it was. The fiery gaze you looked at him with didn’t exactly ease his discomfort either.
“H-how can I do that?” He was lost and didn’t know. He truly didn’t know. You merely gave him a cold shrug and began walking past him towards the door that led outside.
“Figure it out. Shouldn’t be too hard for someone like you.”
Something overcame him as soon as you let those words out of your mouth. The way you so cruelly eyed him and didn’t give him a chance to explain himself did something to him that he couldn’t understand. It was rage, sadness, determination all of them mixed together inside him as he forcefully turned you around with his hands and crashed his lips into yours like a feral beast.
Your eyes widened and you almost tried to push him away, but quickly realized just how much you had missed the feeling of his lips on yours. He held you with an iron-like grip that was strangely desperate. You closed your eyes and placed your hand on his undamaged cheek and felt his own roaming your body hungrily.
Your mouths moved together in sync and he forced his tongue inside your wet cavern, earning him the slightest whimper that slipped your lips. He turned to face the other way and began pushing your back towards the bed you had previously rested on, his mouth still glued on yours. His hands groped your breasts and ass, which only made you want him more, the feelings of anger quickly fading away.
He finally freed your mouth and trailed tiny kisses from your jaw all the way to your neck before finally pushing you on the soft sheets of the bed. You held him like never before, desiring to have him close and he gladly obliged, pressing himself against you. His lips found a spot on the skin of your neck that he knew made you weak and focused his mouth on it.
Moaning under him, your hands found their way into his dirty blonde locks. You pulled on the strands and he let out a low growl at the sensation, sucking and nibbling on that one area near your collarbone. His hands lifted your shirt and soon your breasts made contact with the air, your perked nipples begging for the hero’s attention and the spot between your legs getting hotter and hotter at his touches and groans.
His fingers toyed with the sensitive nubs while gasps and whimpers of pure pleasure slipped your lips almost unintentionally.
“Link…” you gasped and the mention of his name in such a lewd tone did things to his mind and the growing erection in his pants. You grabbed his face and kissed him again, needy and desperate. Your lips moved to the cheek you had so cruelly slapped before and you place multiple, tender pecks on the surface as if to silently apologize, all the while his hand moves lower and lower, dangerously close to your aching heat.
He retreated from you for just a moment to remove his shirt and reveal his toned chest in all its glory. Even that tiny moment apart from him made your heart ache and you were quick to pull him back, afraid that he would leave you again.
You felt his hot breath in your ear and soon his hand was on your throbbing cunt, a needy moan from that pretty mouth of yours flying into the hot air.
“So wet,” he growled into your pointed ear and pressed his lips against it. The feeling of his fingers rubbing against your clit sent shocks of pure bliss throughout your being as you held him far tighter than you probably should have.
Link glanced at your reddened face, mouth opened and eyes glowing with desire. His eyes darkened and he pressed two of his digits into you making your back arch into him. His thumb prodded your clit as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, his ears filled with those vile sounds that left your mouth.
He kissed you again, sloppily yet so passionately. Your toes curled and you raked your fingers through his locks again, slightly pulling on them again. He was rough with you, more so than you expected, but at this moment, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
His fingers moved faster, and you could feel the pressure in your core getting heavier and tighter. Link felt it too by the way your walls hopelessly clamped on his fingers. He pressed them deeper, bringing you closer and closer to your limit. You moaned against him, eyes closed and mouth agape. You melted in his hands, just the way you had desired for so many days.
You almost came undone on his fingers but he pulled them out unfairly just before it had a chance to happen. An impatient and desperate whine left your lips at the lack of contact on your soaked cunt. Link then began undoing the belt of his pants, his erection more than visible through the fabric.
“You want proof huh?” He spat, panting with anticipation as he pulled his pants and underwear down, followed by yours soon after. The tone of his voice was fierce and hungry and you could have sworn it made you just a little wetter.
A part of him was angry at you, yet another wanted you to realize that he truly loved you. He was torn between these two forces and what resulted was a inner battle with himself. He wanted to fuck your brains out for your earlier unfairness but at the same time he knew that he was also to blame for things resulting in this moment. Though one thing was clear: He wanted you more than ever.
You suddenly felt his tip right at your drenched entrance and bit your lip, impatience and excitement mixing within the pit of your stomach.
His lustful eyes were on you, taking in your lewd expression that made his cock twitch.
“Then I’ll show you proof..!”
That was all he said before he pressed himself into you with such force, you swung your head back and moaned louder than before. He groaned into your neck and bit into it as he bottomed out, that beastly form he had once worn revealing itself to you in this moment of intimacy.
You dug your nails into his bare back as he began thrusting, so painfully slowly. You writhed under him, pressing your eyes shut as he snapped his hips into you again. He bit and sucked your neck harder, groaning as the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock is beyond anything he has ever experienced.
As he thrust into you, your eyes filled with tears as you finally start to believe his words. You don’t want him to leave you, you want him close, you need him. After days of cruelling loneliness, he’s finally here, holding you, kissing you, fucking you oh so wonderfully. You wrap your legs around his waist, the new angle hitting both of you with a tidal wave of euphoria.
Link listened to your moans and whimpers, realizing just how cruel he had been. How in the name of the Goddesses could he have left someone like you alone? The way you feel around him, it drove him insane. To the point where he picked up speed, fucking you relentlessly, all the while capturing your lips in another, hunger-filled kiss that you more than happily returned, your tongues fighting for dominance as you felt one of his hands groping your breast.
You placed one of your hands on his chest and traced your fingers around his perfectly sculpted abs. Your core got warmer, his cock hitting that special spot deep in you that made you see stars. You pulled him closer, if that was even possible at this point and he responded with a groan, pressing himself against you more.
The base of his cock throbbed. He was close. And judging by the way your walls clutched onto him and the way your voice got louder, you were too. He lowered his head to your chest and ran his tongue over one of your nipples, making your breath hitch.
It was perfect. He was perfect. If all of that time spent alone in misery was fated to result in this, you accepted it, as your head was spinning at the way he slammed himself into you, filling the small house with the lewdest sounds the village had probably ever heard.
“L-Link… I… I’m close,” you whined feeling the knot in your stomach tightening at the sensations he was making you feel. Link returned to your lips and kissed you, this time much more tenderly. More desperately. He only wanted you to feel good, only wanted you to be happy. Because he cared about you more than anything else in the entire kingdom.
Before you knew it, he thrust into you one final time, filling your drenching cunt with his seed, spilling it all over your walls. He felt you gripping his cock tighter, your own orgasm completely overtaking your mind that only held the image of him and him alone.
He kissed you once again, lovingly, before pulling out of you. Your trembling hands held his face, your cheeks stained with the drying tears you had shed. Even in complete darkness he stared into your eyes, panting, his own cerulean orbs holding nothing more than adoration for you.
You felt stupid. The gentle glow in his gaze was more than enough proof that he cherished you more than anything else in this cursed world. You felt stupid for ever doubting him. Everything Telma had said to you suddenly came back and you regretted not being able to believe him earlier.
“I’m sorry.”
Two voices came out at the same time, carrying the same phrase both of you had wanted to say a long time ago. Your thumb caressed the fading red mark on his face, while his hand held the back of your neck. You reached for his lips again, capturing them in a kiss that both of you had been coveting for days.
With your foreheads together, you got lost in his eyes, the same eyes that earlier today had looked at you with burning sadness and regret. Now the only thing that flowed in them, was peace.
“Never leave me alone again.” You whispered, dreading the thought of not having him this close to you ever again. His lips touched your sweaty forehead gently, leaving a lingering tingle on the surface of the skin.
He took your hand in his and with your fingers intertwined, he spoke:
“I won’t. I promise.”
Link settled down next to you, holding you close to his chest, engulfing you in a comfortable warmth you had missed. Looking up at him, you realized you never got a reason for his absence as you selfishly never gave him the chance to explain yourself. So now the question floated in your head.
“...What were you doing all this time?”
Link looked down at you as he heard your quiet question and let out a sigh.
“Helping the villagers patch up the houses, gathering rupees and... Thinking.”
That’s all he said, but you instantly understood what he meant. You felt bad again. All this time, you were submerged in your own troubles, not even thinking how the aftermath of the adventure weighed on him. The children going missing, Ilia losing her memory and even Midna’s departure. All of this bothered him even after everything was fine. And you didn’t even consider it.
“...I had no idea,” you admitted, leaning into him in an attempt to somewhat comfort his troubled mind. Link could hear the heavy regret in your quiet voice.
“It was no excuse to leave you alone like that.”
Your heart swelled at his selflessness, though you still felt as if you could have handled the situation better. Silence fell for a few short seconds, but you quickly broke it, still housing some grief in your heart.
“I... I shouldn’t have drunk anything.”
The man before you let out a light chuckle and kissed you on the top of your head. You smiled sincerely for the first time in days, enjoying the feeling of having him securely close once again.
“I love you, Link,” you confessed and pressed your lips against his once more. All of your worries faded away as you looked at him, that perfect smile of his decorating his handsome features. And a small whisper that left his lips carried all the remaining tension and pain away:
Hi hi! If it isnt to much trouble could i request some zelda writing? I was thinking a link x reader, where he is watching the reader get married off to someone else while he can do nothing but watch as a knight from the side lines? I LOVE ANGST RAGHGHH🗣🗣🗣👹👹👹
The temple is deathly silent except for the voice of the old Master of Ceremonies droning on and on about tradition.
The verse from the Hyrule Historia Book of Ceremonies is about your bouquet. The flowers symbolize honor, respect, majesty, power, and adoration. These same flowers decorate the archways and windows and line the aisles for the select few lucky enough to be invited. They’re also carved and encrusted into the crown you wear.
But Link doesn’t need to listen to some old fossil croon on and on about flowers from some book. He knows all about these flowers. He knows because you told him these same things just as you first began your etiquette lessons and he first became your junior knight when you were both very, very small.
But that was years ago. And this? This is the present. This is now. But most of all? This is his nightmare.
And you don’t even know what to do with yourself, do you?
That’s the only thought crossing Link’s mind as he watches you fiddle with your fingers at the altar. He’s sure no one else notices but him. After all, you’re subtle about it, as always. Today is no exception. Even as the secondborn, you’re used to being watched, especially beside your older sister. That’s why it takes Link’s trained eye to notice your fingers moving, even as your hands stay folded in front of your chest.
And all he can do is look at it. He can’t come to you. He can’t soothe you. He can’t tend to you, just like he always used to do. He can’t do anything he wants- anything he needs to do, and it’s killing him inside. But he can’t say or do anything about that either.
You look radiant today.
Perhaps more so than you’ve ever done before. He shouldn’t be surprised, given the fact that this is your wedding. Even so, his heart aches at the thought of you looking so pretty and soft and tantalizingly perfect for a man that isn’t him.
You still don’t like him, do you?
It’s the next thought that crosses Link’s mind as his eyes flicker upwards to watch your expression. You don’t look as upset as you were when it was first announced that you were to be married. You don’t look anything short of nervous, really. But he knows you too well. And so he knows that nervous smile of yours is a grimace. And the fact that you’re constantly swallowing and looking around the temple with eyes that search and search and search is what you do when you’re looking for an escape. But escape doesn’t come easy. In fact, escape might not be possible at all, at this point.
That’s the whole reason why you snuck into his quarters for the very last time last night, just to fall into his arms and weep for hours, after all.
It’s also part of the reason why he can’t actually watch the timid expression on your face for very long before he goes back to staring at your hands. The exchanging of the rings won’t happen for a long while, given the fact that a royal wedding always has additional ceremonies to perform before the ‘normal wedding stuff’ begins. And yet, Link finds it easier to look at your hands, still barren and unclaimed, as you stand in front of the Master of Ceremonies with your husband-to-be.
Husband-to-be.
The title gnaws on Link’s throat as he thinks of it- thinks of another man occupying it instead of him. He can hardly keep his face neutral and his shaking hands still as his eyes jump to look at the back of the head belonging to the gentleman right beside you. The monster looks so smug, so happy to be here and to have the absolute honor of marrying you. Link feels the disgust surge through him every time he sees that freak lean in close to you and try to whisper in your ear. A joke, a funny light, a word of encouragement, or a thinly veiled threat- it doesn’t matter to him.
All that matters is how you react every single time. And after the first time, you’ve gotten better at suppressing the little flinch you do whenever that thing is near you. But then your fingers begin to twiddle and play with themselves even more. Enough that one of his fellow guardsmen right beside him has started to pick up on the fact that something might be wrong.
Though perhaps the fact that he himself has started to breathe very, very heavily while gripping his sword very, very tightly might have been a bigger cause for concern than a nervous little flower starting to get shy on their wedding day.
There’s no ignoring it. His own feelings towards the situation, that is. A silent rage consumes him, spreading through his blood like fire as through an old, broken home. It twists at his heart, fills his stomach with bile, and fills his head with awful thoughts and desires that would terrify even you were he ever to voice them out loud. It’s the type of greed and jealousy that would have him kicked out of the guard and banished to dungeons, where he would be kept far, far away from you, should someone find out where he’s currently imagining sticking his broadsword.
He won’t do it. Of course, he won’t. You inspire feelings inside of him that are hard to control and make him possessive to a fault. He knows that. And it has been a long time since he’s accepted the fact that you and only you have the power to turn him into a completely different man. A man who constantly has to suppress his feelings as a starved man just to keep up his duty as your loyal knight. But he wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t hurt you or do anything to scare you in any way, just because he can’t bear to see you married off to a man who he knows won’t take care of you as well as he has. But if you just gave him a sign…if you just said the word…
Then it would be done.
Faster than anyone would realize. Faster than anyone could blink. Faster than the miserable, miserable monster right beside you could even utter your precious name with his disgusting lips.
And faster either of you could hope to whisper “I do.”
I adore your work and was wondering if it were possible to request a Twilight princess Link x curvy fem! reader smut? If that’s possible of course!🥺💕
Perhaps where the reader feels a little insecure about her stretch makes over her belly & breasts and TP Link just has to show how much adoration he has for his SO, along with TP Link having a hard breeding kink?
Everything else is up to you!
It would be amazing if you could make this come true💖✨
Some time ago, you would look in the mirror and absolutely hate what you saw.
It didn’t matter what your mother told you. It didn’t matter what your father would say to you. You couldn’t hear the compliments your friends would tell you. Because you couldn’t see it. Because it wasn’t there. Some time ago, you could stare in the mirror and pick apart every single flaw you saw. Every part that was too this. Every part that was too that. All the things you wished would change. All the things you wished would go away. And it didn’t matter what others would tell you. It didn’t matter because you knew exactly what they weren’t saying. It didn’t matter because you knew exactly what the less kind people were saying. Because they just so happened to be the most honest ones.
“You’re so soft, princess.”
Or so you thought.
“So pretty…”
Your moans are quieter now. Quieter than they’ve been all night. But the man behind you still managed to pull a lewd noise from your lips every single time he rolls his hips back into yours. His pace has slowed. He’s shown mercy on your poor, spent cunt. Though you know he’s far from done with you. Far from done with having his way with you. Far from done with fucking you. Touching you. Exploring you. Enjoying you. Loving you. Running his hands over your breast and your tummy with the gentlest touch a soldier could ever dream of having. And then whispering the sweetest and filthiest things he ever could in your ear while the hand on your chin forces you to look, and the mirror and watch every single second of him pleasuring you.
“ Link… ” You murmur, and behind you, he nearly keens over at the sound of his own voice. Your hand reaches up to cup the side of his cheek. And as he leans into the touch, he lets his eyes trail over your body for the umpteenth time that tonight. And under the tender gaze of a man so feral- of a man so wild - your mind can’t help but lose itself in the heat of it all. For it’s the fire of his gaze that makes you lose your worries. For it’s the fire of his passion that makes you forget everything. Everything except his name. “Link…I…”
You don’t finish that thought. In fact, he doesn’t let you finish that thought. No, he’s far too busy letting a hand explore around your body until it settles on one of your breasts once more. It jiggles ever so slightly at the slow and meaningful touch. But then he cups it. Using four fingers to feel up the shape while his thumb does his best to contain it all within his grip. And at his meticulous movements, your face warms. You know that deep down inside you, would have stood in front of a mirror and made the same movement while calling yourself all these cruel names. You would have done it ten years ago. You would have done it one year ago. Hell, you would have done it yesterday. You could have done it yesterday.
But as your husband- but as your Link stands behind you his dick buried inside your pussy and his eyes watching your every move and reaction to his sweet little touches, you can’t help but wonder how you ever looked in the mirror and told the face staring back you that she was anything but beautiful .
“ So fucking perfect, ” He mumbles almost absently, playing with your breast in his hand. He molds within his careful grip. He watches it settle in hand only to be manipulated by him and his strength once more. You try to watch his expression through the mirror, but it’s hard. It’s hard existing beneath something so intense . It’s hard being loved when you spent so much of your life convincing yourself that you would never get this because of the way that you look. And now you’re looking at his reflection. A tilted head. Dazed eyes. A tongue that darts out and licks at his lips almost like an apex predator. The ragged, almost feral breaths fill the space between the two of you. And the powerful, powerful voice that accompanies all those things. “ Gonna be even more perfect when I finally get you pregnant though…isn’t that right? ”
You want to sob.
There was so much you convinced yourself of when you were younger. So much that you promised you knew. You told yourself that you were too this to have your crush reciprocated by the first boy who ever made your heart skip a beat. You told yourself that you were too that to have your feelings returned by the first boy who you hoped would see you as more than just a friend. And you swore up and down to yourself that the second a man as renowned and handsome and popular and perfect as Link ever saw your stretch marks, he’d go running for the hills. He’d tell everyone what he saw. And that would be the end of you.
But that didn’t happen. That isn’t happening. No, instead you started dating. He started seeing you. More and more of you. And even after that, he decided that he would stay with you. He decided that he would love you. He decided that he wanted you. And eventually, he married you. And now? Now, he’s staying with you. He’s loving you. Wanting you. Touching you. Holding you. Exploring every inch of your skin.
And treating you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen as he traces every single stretch mark he can reach on your body.
“You’re gonna be such a pretty mommy.” He tells you as his hand releases your breast in favor of traveling downwards. You swallow, and you nod, not trusting your voice to say anything besides his name. His hand spreads across your stomach- his palm laying flat and his fingers stretching out. And you would think the gesture was innocent. You would think it would never be more than a doting husband excited at the thought of expanding the family with his darling wife. But the eyes of your husband become half-lidded instead of dazed. And the expression of the man behind you goes from sweet and adoring to hot, heavy, and possessive. Like knows something you don’t. Like he sees something you don’t. “ My princess is going to be the prettiest mommy…isn’t that right? ”
“ Y-yes ,” You moan out in a sharp breath as your husband snaps his hips. You’re filled with a jolt of pleasure- a reward for seeing what he sees in you- as his head ducks down and kisses your lips. Once. Twice. A third time, until he finally pulls away. And even then… “ Link…”
“It’s alright. I’m here, pretty girl .”
You’re whimpering. You’re whining. Because he treats you so good . Because he treats you so well . Better than you ever treated yourself. Better than you ever loved yourself.
“I’ll make you feel good.”
And even then…
“I’ll fill you up again.”
…you want more …
“And again.”
…you need more…
“And again .”
…and you’ll get more.
“ Until I make my pretty princess a mommy, okay?”
Because that’s what happens when the man you love sees what you can’t see. That’s what happens when the man you loves sees what’s actually there. All the little flaws you convinced yourself to hide.
“Okay, Link…okay…”
“That’s my girl~”
And all the little perfections he convinced you to show him.
i didn’t see anywhere that says you aren’t accepting requests, so if i could ask some twilight princess link boyfriend headcanons please? i think it’d be so cute. (please no family au’s, i hate those)
FIRST THINGS FIRST- he’s the type of person to lean down by your mouth when your voice is quiet to hear you better 10000000% (don’t judge, it’s attractive i swear)
SECOND THING SECOND- he can be very physical. Especially unconscious
Guiding hands on the small of your back, holding your waist instead of telling you to stop, grabbing your hand when he wants to show you something
Even coming up behind you to take over some of your chores because he just wants to spoil you rotten
By the way, the whole village knows about the two of you
It’s hard to hide it when Link is busy sneaking kisses from you whenever he gets the chance
But he’s not afraid to show you off…or show out when someone starts to get a little too close
Don’t worry though- he can keep his jealous side to a minimum out in public but be warned- you know he got that dawg in him WHAHAH
Still, he’s absolutely the sweetest type of boyfriend. All caring and doting and completely soft just for you
Though other boys vying for your attention be warned- your body has teeth and your boy will bite if he needs to HAHAHA
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
