Hello! I remember reading your fic about Blurg and Omeluum set in a harem setting, and it was really cool! I haven't finished reading it at the time, and can't find it anywhere now. Did you take it down or something? I'm not trying to put a pressure on you or anything, I understand that writing can be a lot, and life has it's way, but it would be nice to read it again 🥺 and if I mixed you with someone else, I'm sorry!
Hello anon, you've indeed got the right person, but you're also right about the FF being down. A lot of stuff happened back then and writing became more and more of a chore. I eventually dropped and deleted it from ao3 because I don't like having unfinished stuff up. I also don't really have many positive feelings for the FF or the fandom anymore anyway, so ... yeah
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dainsleif/Venti (Genshin Impact)
Characters: Dainsleif (Genshin Impact), Venti (Genshin Impact)
Additional Tags: Fluff, Pre Relationship, Developing Relationship, daisleif being the brooding grump he is, venti veing a little shit, They are having a moment, and then Vento ruins it by being himself, per usual
Summary:
Daisnleif has a surprising encounter with the Anemo Archon and an even more surprising conversation.
On another note, I probably won't be returning to the Omelurg harem AU anytime soon. I don't have much energy these days and as sad as it is, neither bg3 nor the ship bring me any joy or happiness anymore.
I still have all the notes and ideas for the individual story arcs saved up and I still like the AU very much but atm, I simply not in a place where I'm able to continue writing for it.
hello! first off, I love your writing! and for the kiss prompt, could you do #36 (to give up control) with sidlink?
Kiss prompt #36 "to give up control" from this post -> Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss!
Link's eyes are wide; his breath stuck in his throat and his heart racing.
No, he thinks and takes a step back. He stumbles and swallows; eyes burning and straining to remain open. His chest tightens and his heart aches. Feels as if its slowly but mercilessly torn apart.
No, no, no, no. This can't be. It can't.
The shape in front of him is familiar – shortened legs; elongated torso. Claws and fins and a toothy smile. A fishtail dangling behind the head and swaying softly. Golden eyes with blue speckles.
Blue like his own eyes and the tunic he's wearing. Blue like the shawl draping over those broad shoulders and curling around narrow hips. Blue like the faint, ghostly glow of the apparition in front of him.
Link's throat constricts around a pained sound. His hands and ears tremble and his knees grow weak.
No …
Memories come rushing back; assaulting him like a rain of mental knifes that pierce and stab and leave his head pounding. His heart bleeding. Link's eyes squeeze shut; hands rising and grabbing for his head.
He remembers the smell of salt and lavender; the sound of joyous laughter. The shine of white teeth; exposed by a blinding smile. Words of encouragement. A bashful grin and a shy glance. Whispered words under the light of the stars. A vow – a promise.
Happiness.
Link sobs and his legs buckle and give in. His vision blurs as he tumbles forward; sword slipping out of his hands and clattering to the floor. He blindly reaches for something – anything to hold onto and save himself from the fall.
There is a gentle gust of air; brushing over his cheek and rustling through his hair and Link is caught.
It feels like arms wrapping around him; a strong chest leaning against his to steady and support him, and yet … something is off.
There is no warmth. No pressure. No physical body.
Link is held upright by the sheer will of the zora champion's spiritual manifestation.
No, this isn't right. This is not simply the zora champion. This is their prince and pride. This is Link's …
He sobs; ugly and wet and desperate. His eyes spill and flood with tears and his ears fall down towards his shoulders. He dips his head forward and buries it into the wispy chest; his hands gripping onto transparent, not-quite-there arms.
“ … Sidon”, he manages to say; broken and small and weak like his heart.
There is no answer – no reaction, and still Link feels that he's heard. Knows it.
He sobs and cries and clutches at Sidon's ghost; refusing to let go. Refusing to acknowledge the harsh truth.
Link clings to him; hoping against hope that this is a bad dream – a nightmare. Begs the goddess to have mercy. To wake him up and allow him to see Sidon's smile again. To feel him. Hear him.
But the goddess has no mercy for him, and this is no dream. This is the brutal reality he and the rest of Hyrule live in. Because of him. Because he failed.
Because Link wasn't strong enough when the world – when his friends needed him the most. Because he was weak when- …
A gentle touch to his head disrupts his thoughts and cuts off his sobs. It feels familiar and alien at the same time. It's soothing and encouraging. It's cold and fleeting.
Sidon leans back and Link makes a choked noise. Gives chase, but Sidon stops him. Gently holds onto his shoulders and keeps him at a distance, and it feels like Link's heart is about to break again when he leans down and presses a soft, tender kiss to his lips.
Link whimpers; body growing limp and heavy.
The kiss is like Sidon; without warmth or any real physical contact and yet still there. Still real. Somehow.
“Don't give up”, Sidon's voice echoes through the air like dissolving fog. “I believe in you.”
His form starts to waft and distort and Link feels the strange sensation of ancient knowledge and power flow into him. Change him. Give him access to the Divine Beast.
Vah Ruta gives a long and sorrowful bellow.
And despite himself, Link smiles when the corruption clears and Sidon's ghost disappears.
Thank you for this lovely opportunity to FINALLY write Minthara! It's been my first time and I absolutely loved it! <3
Also Dror is an idiot but what else it new lol
Minthara's breaths are heavy; her body aches and her blood rushes with adrenaline.
Her eyes wander; take in burning debris and bloody bodies. Pride floods her senses.
It is done. The Emerald Grove has fallen. The non believers are slain. In Her name.
A smile lifts her lips and she raises her mace above her head. “For the Absolute!”, she calls and all around her, a chorus of victory cries joins in.
That evening, they celebrate.
Drums are struck and fires stroked; meat roasted and ale shared. Goblins sing and brawl and party. They're messy and loud about it, and Minthara can't help it but sneer at them.
She and her fellow drow have claimed a spot atop the walls; overseeing the goblins below while partaking in the celebrations in a far more civilized manner.
Instead of stale ale and human flesh, she enjoys a deep, rich red wine along with some crisply roasted, honey doused rothé ribs and sauteed mushrooms.
Primitive, she thinks as she surveys the raunchy hustle. Someone ought to teach them discipline. Manners. How to bow and follow orders and face rightful punishment with dignity.
Minthara's hand twitches and flexes and a small, sharp smile curves her lips. Maybe she could ask General Thorm about getting put in charge of that the next time they meet. Ragzlin was too soft with them; laughing and treating them like unruly children instead of soldiers. She was sure that if she was fully in charge of their goblin forces, she could teach them some proper behavior and would long have been successful with the hunt for the artifact.
Minthara sneers; her smile turning sour.
They had attacked the grove in hopes to find said artifact, but unfortunately it wasn't there. None of the druids or tieflings had carried it. And they had been thorough with their search – checked each corpse twice, then cut them and their livestock apart to be sure they hadn't used some more unconventional hiding places. But still no artifact. Looking through their furniture had proven equally frustrating and fruitless.
Maybe they had hidden it somewhere else, Minthara mused. Maybe in the nearby area. She wouldn't put it past the druids to hide it in a tree or bush or beneath the earth, or even- …
Her thoughts are suddenly disrupted by someone clearing their throat.
Looking up and turning her head, her smile falls further.
“G' evnin' ma'am”, Ragzlin says with a heavy slur and unsteady legs. He briefly bows and almost loses his balance; gabbing for the nearby wall to keep himself upright and tickling a snort out of Minthara.
Instead of verbally returning the greeting, Minthara simply raises her glass and gives a curt, stiff nod.
“Fine evnin', isn't it?”, he continues and approaches with swaying steps.
“It's acceptable”, she says and eyes him curiously. Ragzlin doesn't approach her often – not personally, anyway – and usually only when he wants something.
So, what is it he wants now, she wonders, but doesn't have to wait for long, until Ragzlin explains himself rather bluntly.
“Was thinkin' that you an' me should be celebratin' together”, he says; eyes dark and wandering. “Since all this-”, he pauses and makes a grand gesture encompassing their entire camp, “-is because of us. Bunch of filthy goblins? Held together because of you an' me. The slaughter? You an' me. The party? You an' me.”
Minthara raises an eyebrow. “And how would you have us celebrating together?”, she asks and expectantly looks at him, despite full well knowing what his small, predictable mind longs for.
Ragzlin doesn't answer. He simply grins and then leans down.
Minthara smells the cheap beer before she feels his rough lips aimlessly pushing against her cheek, missing her mouth completely.
Minthara laughs and Ragzlin curses, but when he tries to pull away, her hand lurches upward and grabs his hair. Holds him in place.
He sneers and hisses; lips peeling back and exposing sharp, long teeth. Minthara always wondered what they might feel like.
“That was a charming, but poorly executed proposal”, she says with a low, amused chuckle and Ragzlin growls. “Someone ought to teach you how to properly do this.”
She doesn't wait for Ragzlin to understand her words and simply pulls him back in and this time, their lips lock onto one another perfectly.
Qirilissk and Yvssek, ❤ ? (It's the red heart, but my computer keep changing it to black..? I mean the red heart ! The first kiss/realisation kiss ! The red heart ! :,D)
OK, so this actually didn't get as angsty as I thought it would but I like how it turned out anyway! <3
Qirilissk waits for Yvssek to fall asleep.
Lies still and quiet as he waits for its breathing to grow slow and deep, the whispering of its mind to die down to the barest mental tickle and its tentacles to stop writhing.
Then, he carefully – slowly – shifts. Slides towards the edge of the bed and reaches beneath. His hands finding what he's looking for in the fraction of a moment. Fingers curl and tighten around a handle as he rises from the sheets.
He moves with precision and intent; approaching Yvssek's sleeping form and gently folding its tentacles apart. Exposing its neck and more of its chest.
Qirilissk's eyes linger for a moment; wandering over gray skin and blue lines. Watch the chest expanding and collapsing under Yvssek's rhythmic breathing.
His tentacles twitch and curl; rising with the urge to touch and feel, but Qirilissk holds them back. Forces them back down.
His eyes harden and sharpen. This had to end. Now.
Bracing one hand into the mattress, Qirilissk leans over Yvssek while the other inches towards its exposed throat; hesitating for only a single more moment before lowering the dagger.
Qirilissk's breath stutters and stops when the blade meets skin; hand trembling ever so slightly. He hesitates again; chest tightening and mind twisting.
His eyes wander upwards; seeking out Yvssek's face on their own. Just once more, he tells himself. One last time.
His breath hitches and he gasps when he meets a cold, steady stare from pale eyes.
Qirilissk is momentarily stunned with surprise, but recovers quickly enough. Sneering, he straddles Yvssek and pins it down with his body weight; his free hand grasping for its tentacles and holds them down.
And Yvssek … just lets it happen. Doesn't fight him – doesn't even attempt to. Lets it happen and keeps its eyes on him. Staring up wordlessly and with a look that seems almost … pained.
Qirilissk growls; the blade pushing hungrily at its throat. “What?”, he spits.
Yvssek doesn't answer at first, just keeps staring. Eyes roaming over Qirilissk's form like seeing him for the first time. As if trying to paint every detail onto the canvas of its memory.
Qirilissk flicks and snaps his tentacles; flares them apart and exposes his teeth threateningly. “What?!”, he repeats himself with a hiss.
Beneath him, Yvssek relaxes. “Go ahead”, it says and makes Qirilissk blink. The grip on the dagger falters. “What”, he says for a third time.
“You are going to kill me, are you not?”, it asks calmly. Qirilissk blinks again. Stares. His grip on the dagger loosening.
He frowns. “People tend to be more concerned when faced with a situation like this”, he says. “Or, well, in your case, angry.”
“I am not angry”, Yvssek states and Qirilissk scoffs.
“I can see that, yes”, he says, eyes narrowing down with suspicion. Is this a trick? Yvssek's twisted way of making him feel safe just to strike when he least expects it? His hand curls around the dagger with renewed determination. “Why?”
“Because it is the best solution to my affliction.”
Qirilissk rises an eye ridge. “Affliction?”, he echoes; looking Yvssek over with critical eyes. But there are no signs of any illness. “I didn't know you're sick.”
Yvssek scowls. “Not sick. Corrupted”, it clarifies and Qirilissk's frown deepens. “By what?”, he asks.
Yvssek's tentacles instantly react to that. Twitching upwards, they curl and tighten around the arm that holds them and give it a harsh, but not painful squeeze. “You”, it spits with a nasty glare.
“Me?”, Qirilissk repeats, suddenly feeling offended. “I didn't even do anything! I haven't even cut you yet! How am I corrupting you?”
Yvssek's tentacles bite into his arm. “With your very presence”, it says and Qirilissk snorts. “You are infecting me.”
“That doesn't make any sense”, Qirilissk argues.
“Then how do you explain my condition? This … festering feeling in my chest, the haze of my mind? The urgent longing for you. This … need to see you. To hear your voice and feel your mind. The hollowness I feel when you're away doing who knows what. The worry that you might not return. The jealousy that you might see someone else.”
Qirilissk is listening. Speechless and with eyes growing wide. His mind and the tips of his tentacles tingle. His grip on the dagger falters.
Yvssek's eyes blaze with angry frustration, yet the tentacles holding onto Qirilissk's arm loosen and idly stroke over dark skin. It huffs and sighs. “How do you explain this irrational and constant yearning to be connected to you?”
… ah.
Qirilissk face softens; the suspicion and disbelief leaving his eyes. A tentacle unconsciously reaches out for Yvssek and caresses its cheek. A tender warmth sparks within his chest.
“I am familiar with that condition”, he says; quietly and softly. His mind quivers and his hand reluctantly lets go of the dagger. He doesn't turn to look where it lands; eyes fixated on Yvssek. “I, too, am suffering from it.”
Now, it's Yvssek who rises an eye ridge at Qirilissk's words. “How”, it says. “How did this happen?”
Leaning down, a small smile curls through Qirilissk's tentacles. “Let me show you”, he whispers and gently presses their foreheads together; mind connecting and melting into one.
I am once again asking you for some blurgzlin food 😿
Blurgzlin and 🤎
or
Blurgzlin and 💙
i know there are prompts that seem to be made for them, but these two just really caught my attention. What if tipsy Blurg and soft, plush kisses? Sloppy, alcohol-induced affection. Of course, drunk Dror is another can of worms (maybe he gets aggressive? kissing to shut him up? kissing to shut Blurg blurging about his mushrooms incessantly?)
and many kisses - as a relief, maybe? "thank the gods you're okay". Na'vi AU? I have many ideas XD
OH
OR
Omeluum/Emperor and 💜
Emps says something really smart/does something impressive and Omeluum gives him a mental peck on impulse
(and also thank you a thousand times for the story you've written for me before, and for others you did, they all are wonderful and reading them makes me genuinely happy)
Went for Blurgzlin becasue I love them and can never pass up a chance to write them! <3
Dror hates it when Blurg starts – and keeps – talking about his nerdy people stuff. Hates it when Blurg uses big, complicated fancy words he doesn't know. Hates how he doesn't understand what he's talking about. Hates feeling like a damn toddler. Hates how Blurg just won't shut up.
Grumbling, he reaches for his mug and takes another swig; ears flicking and anger boiling.
Dror doesn't hate Blurg – far from it, actually. That soft, old man is the first agreeable company he met since … well, since this whole Absolute Cult mess started.
Dror flinches. The mere thought of that made his ears flatten and his eyes darken. He still couldn't believe that all of that had truly happened. That he'd been infected by squiddie brain worms and brainwashed. Made an obedient puppet; that he'd been a victim. A slave.
Dror scoffs. And all that for what? In the end, the Absolute's plan had failed. Their armies were broken and killed off; one by one like bugs. And he himself, had almost met the same fate, if not for this old fool currently chewing his ears off with yet another stream of incomprehensible words.
He growls again and takes another mouthful of ale. It's cheap and bitter but effective for driving away unwanted memories or thoughts. Leaves his tongue and throat burning and his head tingling. Makes him feel in control and invincible again.
… if only there was a way to easily Blurg and his endless rambling as well.
Dror's ears twitch and his brows furrow. Maybe he could punch him. He doubts the old man could take much – if any – violence.
The mental vision of spilling blood and the crunch of breaking bones has Dror's blood running hot and fast; and his lips curling into a smile. Yes, seeing Blurg with a bloodied, broken nose and fear in his eyes would indeed be a sight to behold, and yet …
Something within him recoils at the idea; makes his shoulders tense and and the taste in his mouth sour even more. No, for some reason he doesn't like the idea of Blurg looking at him with fear. Not really. He would much prefer if Blurg looked at him with admiration and care and- …
Dror shakes his head. Sudden and harsh, and growls.
Now where did that thought come from? Had the brain worm caused more damage than he thought? Possibly. Probably. That had to be it, there was no other explanation. And even if he would be inclined to look for one, he doubted he would be able to find it. Not with Blurg and his endless babbling making his head spin.
Gritting his teeth, Dror decides that he ought to do something about that. And soon, if he didn't want to get yet another headache. But what …
Tilting his head, he considers Blurg and his situation for a moment. But since punching him wasn't really on the table, that left him with only one other option …
Flicking his ears, Dror takes one final swig from his mug and stands. Blurg doesn't pay him any mind, but he doesn't care much. Blurg not interfering makes this easier for him anyway.
Circling around the table, he grabs for Blurg's shoulders and forcibly turns him, so that he's facing him. Sees him frown with surprise and smiles. That's a nice look too, he thinks and then leans in. Their lips meet before Blurg can so much as make a single noise of protest.
Dror hears him suck in a hissing breath; make a weird, strangled noise in his throat, but he doesn't push him off or complains. Doesn't fight back, just … lets it happen.
Dror's smile widens.
When he eventually pulls back, Blurg's face is flushed with a slight purple tint and his eyes are skittering around like scared mice. He decides that he likes this look on Blurg too and, on a sudden whim, pulls the old man in for yet another kiss.
Omg for the kiss/heart request!! Either one of these for Larik/Vlassk, please!
❤️ first kiss / realization
or
🧡 kissing in bed / lazy kiss / cuddling
or
💕 kissing somewhere other than lips
Thank you!!!
A sweet little treat for the boys <3
Larik likes waking up early.
Likes watching the first few shy rays of light falling through the curtains and onto Vlassk's sleepy face. They way they tickle and make him grimace and crawl further into the pillows.
He likes watching his tentacles curl and twist idly into the sheets; gripping and unconsciously searching for contact. Likes listening to his slow, steady breaths and sweet little snores.
Likes to see his frills fluttering and his face relaxing when he reaches for him and entangles their tentacles. Likes to hear that little sigh when Vlassk returns the touch and pulls the limb to his chest. Cradles it like something precious.
Loves the way Vlassk's mind so easily and naturally opens to his own; the way it lingers and brushes against his own as if refusing to part with Larik even while asleep.
Smiling, Larik carefully shifts and shuffles closer; lifting an arm to wrap and hug around Vlassk and pull him against his chest.
Vlassk makes a small, grumpy noise and wrinkles his face, but only for a moment. As soon as his sleepy brain realizes he's not being woken up, he happily settles back into the sheets and cuddles against Larik. Vlassk lets out another content sight that makes Larik's heart melt and his mind sparks with joy.
Adorable, he thinks and leans down to nuzzle the top of his head; feeling his frills fluttering once more and making him snicker quietly.
There's a displeased tremble in Vlassk's mind, followed by another grumbling sound and then he moves. Barely a moment later, his mismatched gaze meets Larik's and offers a sweet, sleepy smile.
“G' mornin'”, he mumbles with a little stretch before curling right back into his chest. His own rumbles with a quiet purr and Larik happily joins in.
“Good morning my sweet siren”, he says and kisses his cheek; prompting another one of those adorable little giggles out of him he can never get enough of. “Slept well?”
Vlassk nods. “Of course”, he says and leans up to press a little kiss to his cheek. “With you on my side, always.”
Larik hears and feels the warmth and truth behind those words and is left speechless; tentacles curling and tingling and face turning into a soft, fond smile. “As do I”, he says and cradles Vlassk's face between his hands, and realizes that he never ever wants to miss this again – never wants to miss Vlassk in his life.
“I love you”, he can't help but say and pull him close; tentacles twining and mind mingling. He hears a tiny, surprised yelp and then another sweet giggle. Feels Vlassk's tentacles curl around his own and his arms wrapping around his shoulders to return the embrace.
“Love you too”, he answers just as naturally and easily and presses a kiss to his collarbone, and Larik feels like the happiest man alive.
Ok, so I indulged a little and wrote a kiss prompt for myself and a friend because I absolutely adore the surprisingly great chemistry between Qirilissk and Adrasta and because @faewrenbird's girl deserves some love as well 💞
Kiss prompt #18 "as encouragement" from this post -> Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss!
Qirilissk's eyes flicker towards Adrasta's.
“What's wrong?”, he asks without pausing his work on her make-up.
Adrasta sighs but tries her best to stay still and not move too much. “Nervous”, is all she says, but Qirilissk knows its far more than just that.
Adrasta isn't just nervous about her date with Yvssek – she's terrified of breaking the fragile, shaky connection the two of them cultivated and build over the many excruciatingly long years they've known each other.
Knows that she's afraid of breaking its trust or pushing things too far too fast; forcing it to recoil and become defensive. Making Yvssek retreat and close up; refusing any more attempts of Adrasta to get closer. To help.
Qirilissk huffs and shakes his head. He doesn't know what she sees in Yvssek. It is stubborn and arrogant beyond words; its ego taller than the biggest skyscraper and its manners are literally non-existent.
… it does look good, though, Qirilissk has to admit. And if it wasn't for Yvssek's sour personality, he might even be interested himself. But as it is, Qirilissk is more than happy to pass this one and let Adrasta have it all for herself.
He hums. “Whatever would you be nervous about?”, he asks and makes a show of looking her up and down. “You are gorgeous. Pretty face, sweet little smile, bright eyes. The best hair in the entire damn city. A body to literally die for – with all the right curves in all the right places. Perfect proportions. Smart and kind and able to stand your ground, if need be. Snarky, at times. Who would say no to you?”
Qirilissk sees a faint blush appearing on her cheeks and a smile tugging on her dark lips, but her eyes turn doubtful. “It did take Yvssek years to agree to a date”, she reminds him and Qirilissk rolls his eyes.
“Yes”, he says. “Because it's an idiot.”
Adrasta snorts at that; letting out one of those lovely little snickering laughs of hers. “It is not”, she disagrees and looks like she wants to go on and start another one of her lovesick speeches about how cool and smart and handsome Yvssek is, but Qirilissk cuts her short. He doesn't have the patience for that right now.
“It very much is or the two of you would already be married and have a horde of ugly, filthy little children screaming and running after you”, he says and makes her laugh again. Which earns him a slap to the shoulder.
“Don't be ridiculous”, Adrasta chides playfully. “I can't marry Yvssek. What about you?”
“I can be the secret love affair you meet on dark, rainy nights in disgusting little motels out of town when Yvssek is having another broody episode”, he easily plays along. He smirks when he gets a sudden idea. “Or the secret lover of the both of you. Wouldn't that be fun?~”
Adrasta looks like she's about to laugh again, but instead grows silent and thoughtful. Tilts her head to the side and furrows her brows. “ … I don't think Yvssek is ready for something like that.”
Qirilissk sighs dramatically. “Yeah. Like I said. It's an idiot.”
Now that, however does make Adrasta snort again, and paints a little smile onto Qirilissk's face as well.
He finishes her make-up, gives her hair a few last touches and then stands back to examine his work. Gives a nod because its flawless. As always.
He steps back and claps his hands together. “There. All done. Now even someone as stupid and blind as Yvssek won't be able to resist you tonight.”
The blush returns to Adrasta's cheeks and she turns to get a look at herself in the mirror. There is a little gasp and before Qirilissk knows it, he's pulled into a warm, grateful hug.
“Thank you so much for helping me out!”, Adrasta says close to his ear and his smile grows. He returns the hug and pulls her close; holding her flush and safe against his chest.
“Always, angel” he says and presses a soft kiss to the top of her head. “And now go get that stubborn prick!”
Adrasta laughs again and Qirilissk is once again reminded just why he loves this woman so damn much.
Little information to all those lovely writing asks I've gotten: I'll be taking a 2 or 3 days break from them due to having to finish aomething a little bigger BUT I will come back to them afterwards. All of them. They're too delicious to pass <3
For your kiss prompts, how about Sidon/Link with #50? I had such a hard time choosing a number lol
Kiss prompt #50 "out of love" from this post -> Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss!
It's a calm and quiet evening.
The breeze is warm and gentle; carrying the faint scents of mountain flowers and the salty sea and distant sounds of civilization. There are no monsters around and no troubles ahead. It's a rare moment of peace for Link. A moment to linger and stop; to take a deep breath and enjoy the moment. Enjoy life.
Glancing to the side, Link smiles. It isn't just the moment he's enjoying, but the company as well.
Right there next to him sits Sidon; relaxed and calm just like Link himself. His eyes are cast into the distance, watching as the sky turns from blue to purple to pink while sleepy stars slowly begin to wake up and poke through the clouds.
He, too, treasures the peace. This moment of carelessness where he doesn't have to worry or pretend. Where he can simply be himself – just Sidon and not the zora prince.
It's something the two of them have in common, Link muses.
Both born into a life neither of them choose – with suffocating rules and duties that left little room for them. But they don't complain. Instead, they carry their burden with their head held high and a smile on their faces. Even if its hard, sometimes.
So, moments where they can be simply themselves – with no titles or expectations wearing down on them – are a precious treasure indeed. Especially when they're able to share it with one another.
“Beautiful, isn't it?”, Sidon says with a sigh and Link twitches; cheeks tingling and turning a similar shade as the sky.
“Uh”, Link makes a clever sound and quickly looks away; both to hide his blush and the fact that he had been staring for the past couple minutes.
… or longer. Probably longer.
“Y-yeah”, he manages after a moment; clearing his throat and trying to appear completely normal. As usual. Sidon however, knows him better.
Link hears him shift beside him. “Are you alright?”, he asks; voice filled with concern and Link knows before turning to face him, that his eyes bear the same emotion.
The smile comes easily to Link when he looks at Sidon. “Yeah”, he says again, but this time its warm and genuine and makes Sidon smile as well.
“That's good to hear, my friend!”, he says with an enthusiastic and very toothy grin and does that silly arm flex thing that always manages to pull a snicker out of Link, no matter what.
And this time is no different. Link's lips curl upwards and his shoulders shake gently as he chuckles. “You're silly”, he snorts and gives Sidon's arm a little playful nudge, which in turn prompts Sidon to show off even more of his teeth.
“Of course!”, he says but then his face changes; his eyes softening and his grin turning into a gentle, tender smile. “Everything to make you smile and laugh.”
Link's breath stutters and his heart flutters and jumps within his chest. His cheeks blaze with heat and his ears twitch. But Sidon doesn't give him time to recover or react. He moves to grasp his hand and cradles it within his palm; simply holding it for a moment before pulling it up and towards his lips.
Link's breath stops when he presses a kiss against his knuckles; chest warming and ready to burst with happiness and joy.
Kissing doesn't come natural to zora; it's simply no something they usually do thanks to their teeth and overall aquatic culture. It was something Link had to explain and teach Sidon – something neither of them had been too sure Sidon would even like or enjoy. But to both of their surprise and relief, Sidon did enjoy kissing.
And after some trial and error – and many laughs and giggles – he eventually figured it out. And hadn't been able to stop sneaking little kisses to Link whenever he could. Not that Link was complaining, Far from it. Yet it never failed to take him by surprise and leave him speech and breathless.
“Everything to make you happy”, Sidon adds and Link makes a small, desperate noise. And before he knows it, he flings himself at him; arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders as he pulls him down and in and kisses him in return.
The request will be ~500-1.5k words, depending on the prompt and how inspired I am.
Will do fluff and angst and anything in between, but no explicit NSFW or gore. Will also reserve the option to ignore/deny a request if something about it makes me uncomfortable. It's nothing personal against anyone who asks for something but this is supposed to be fun for me as well.
If you have specific ideas for the prompt beyond the number and the ship, please feel free to tell me! As well as any HC's you want (or don't want) me to include!
