The Prince’s Gift
@nesting-dreams ,” How do you think Prince sidon would deal with having a crush on a Hylian and he gave them a romantic gesture of protection. Crush does not realise this. Nobody told them. They thought it was because theyre friends and didnt know this was a part of Zora culture. They end up splitting apart because crush has to go elsewhere, but when they meet up again, crush still has it With them. Crush finds out this time that its a romantic gesture and they apologise to him for not realising, but they offer to continue having it even after they realise because they like him back if hes still interested? This idea is sweet and funny to me.”
~xXx~
Staring down at the specially crafted shield in your hands, you let out a groan, gently knocking your head into said hand held barrier. You felt so silly. How could you have not realized the implications and significant importance of it? Looking back and remembering all the moments shared between you and the Zora Prince, Sidon, the evidence was as clear as day. However, you of course hadn’t noticed a single one, too oblivious to notice your own true feelings how could you have been able to see his. Now, standing before the graceful statue Mipha, you wondered if it was too late. It had been a long while since you were last in the domain, having departed for an extended mission alongside Hyrules Hero. Before having left, Sidon had pulled you aside, handing you the shield as what you thought a simple parting gift between friends. Oh how wrong you were though, as it was anything but a simple friendly gesture.
“Hylia, I feel like an idiot.”, you grumbled out, gazing up into the stone eyes of Mipha.
You never personally knew the princess, but from what you gathered by the stories Sidon shared with you, you had a feeling she would have been giggling at the adorable predicament between you and her dear brother.
As if the universe had been reading your mind, the sounds of foot falls across the domains watery floor resounded behind you, and you turned with a stunted breath to see the man on who’d been occupying your mind.
Upon seeing you, Sidon broke into a wide grin, sharp teeth glistening the light of the glowing architecture surronding you both.
“Ah, so Bazz was right. You have returned. I am glad to see you again, and safe nonetheless.”
The feeling of familiar butterflies fluttering in your stomach had started up, and you internally cursed about your reaction to such a simple statement from your closest friend. Perhaps it was his tone that had set your heart array, the Prince had always had a light air to his voice you noticed. Sidon had been known for his charisma, but even when not trying to rally confidence out of others, he seemed to still have a way of caring his thoughts through his voice. With a shake of your head to regain focus, you took few steps forward to be closer to your best friend, holding out the object that caused you so much recent turmoil.
“W-well, I have your gift to thank for that.”, you gulped, feeling your cheeks warm and peering up to gauge Sidons reaction from beneath your lashes.
Sidons eyes had widened for but a brief moment at seeing the protective gear he had presented to you now being presented to him. With a gentle smile, he reached down to caress his scaled claws over the intricate designs he carved himself, taking note of a slight gash that had not been there before. As much as it scared him to know you’d been in some sort of trouble, he was relieved to see his present had provided it’s purpose. However, along with the remembrance of the reason for his gift to you, came a sorrow that had blossomed the day you left with it. Before Sidon could express his troubled thoughts, the call of his name and your furrowed brows accompanied by a worried frown had stopped him.
“Yes (y,n)? Whatever is the matter? Please tell me.”, he persuaded, a frown equally etching its way onto his eloquent face.
With another gulp, you nervously tapped your nails against the gorgeous shield that kept you safe day and night during your journey.
“About your gift. I-well. . .uhm. . .I’m so sorry.”
A gut wrench feeling like the tip of the sharpest spear pierced it’s way through Sidons heart. Oh no. Was this it? Was what he had been fearing about to actually occur. He had thought your nonchalant thanks when he had presented you the shield after the endearing speech he’d given before hand had been a tad bit strange. The poor Zora figured you had accepted his hard made, devoted gift only out of kindness as friends, not wanting to cause him any dismay if you’d rejected it instead. Oh, but how far from the truth Sidon was.
The prince regained himself, ready to put up a front to hide his pain and take back the rejected gift, when you’d suddenly clutched the shield to your chest. With a heavy sigh, you willed yourself to speak what you meant by your apology, all the while nervously stumbling over your words.
“It’s just that-well-I. . .I didn’t know what it truly meant when you gifted me this shield, and I’m so so so sorry for the lack of appreciation I must have given you. In truth, I. . .”
Biting your lip, you held up said gift to shield your own embarrassment before blurting out the truth.
“I really do cherish your courting gift, and I would love to court you if you still want to!”
A moment of silence fell between you both, the only sound being the domains rushing falls and your own racing heart. There was no way Sidon could still feel the same. Enough time had passed between his proclamation of how he truly felt about you, that surely he’d have gotten over it by now. Yet, you knew that if you didn’t say something in this moment, than trying to go back to just being friends would be very difficult on your part. At least this way, you could have some closer and a reminder to squash any fluttering feelings from blossoming further in the future.
The sound of a handsome laugh had pulled you from your thoughts, and you peeked over the metal of the shield to see Sidon trying his best to not burst into further laughter. At your very confused expression, the prince waved a hand, reaching forward to clasp his much larger hands over yours which still clutched his gift.
“Oh my dear (y,n). I am the one who should be apologizing. I suppose I was too excited in gifting you that I had forgotten Zora courtship practices are not very well known to others.”
Looking from his warm hands cupped over yours to the endearance pouring from his gleaming eyes, you goofily squinted.
“Soooo, that’s a yes to still wanting to ya know? Like. . .court and stuff?”
A deep laugh resounded from within Sidons chest as he gently lifted you up into a hug; you clinging to him and the shield he crafted to forever protect you. With an added kiss to your burning cheeks your Zora companions actions gave your elated self a very clear, and heartwarming answer.
~xXx~
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I don't ship White Knight but the idea of a complete reversal from the dynamic at Beacon is DEEPLY funny to me.
Like cause to one side you have Weiss who has just discovered that Jaune is the fairy tale hero she crushed on her entire childhood, the literal legendary knight who she would play pretend 'saving' her from her lonely isolation. And on top of that she has discovered that he will also remain SMOKIN well into his forties and show a superhuman level of caring and devotion to those he loves. Of course she wants to Get Up On That, and hey it's been an appropriate amount of time since his last girlfriend died and he was SUPER into her back at Beacon. This will be easy.
But then you have Jaune who is still dealing with the fallout from spending decades trapped in a fairy tale/divine nursery on top of abruptly being seventeen again. He no longer has arthritis but he also no longer recognizes the person staring back at him from the mirror. He keeps trying to pay for things with good stories and cool rocks he found, and one morning when he wanted to sleep in he tried shooting down the sun sort of expecting that to work. The urge to reason with sandstorms and help unionize farm animals is Strong In Him. And he knows it's all wrong, that he's not in the Ever After anymore, but he's having to overcome decades of brain hard wiring in his efforts to adjust. Jaune barely has time to work on re-bonding with Nora and Ren never mind dating. He doesn't even have the extra brain power needed to recognize that Weiss is flirting with him, and when he does it's easy to convince himself he's just imagining it, or getting an inflated ego again. She's Weiss Schnee, of course she has better thing to do then flirt with some loser she shot down already, and he's the Rusted Knight now, he has no business dating at all. There is a WAR on.
The rest of the Becaon crew is incredibly divided because on the one hand it's a little sad to watch, on the other it is VERY funny to see Weiss make a fool of herself the way Jaune used too.
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I gotta laugh at myself. I spend days on a meta essay about a character I love and her part in the story, I post it, knowing that it prob will be slow to pick up interest (its a long essay and takes time to read). I then wake up, in the morning, and write out the first thoughts that come to my brain before I've even had my cup of tea. Thoughts that have been in my head since writing the meta essay. I pay them no mind, send them into the internet ether without thinking... and immediately open up a huuuugely popular discussion point that strikes a lot of nerves in ppl in this fandom.
Don't get me wrong I'm cool with it, but I didn't express myself well in that first post and I think ppl are misunderstanding what I meant. I do not think the ending of the Sandman will change drastically. I do not think that *BIG SPOILER* won't happen. Just that HOW it happens will change, and that room may be left post the *BIG SPOILER* to give people hope. Because hope exists in the Sandman Netflix Universe where it doesnt exist in the comic.
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Ok but what if reader is just an ordinary gal with soft spots and cellulite and average hobbies nothing extraordinary about her and dream is just enamored with her nonetheless but she doesn't understand why?
And she feels self conscious in comparison to literal goddesses and gods so dream makes sure to get her to understand that she.is.everything to him and loves everything about and on her?🥲
My cellulite, stretch marked ass and pudgy stomach can and will relate
You leaned on the railing on the balcony outside of your bedroom in the Dreaming. Your mind was restless tonight, or you supposed all day. You had recently met with Calliope. She was gorgeous, an obvious goddess by a single glance. She was kind, sweet, and perfect. And you simply hated the thoughts which plagued you soon after meeting her. It wasn’t her fault, it was your own insecurities. Yet, they stirred to life by one conversation with her, and one question you were left with.
Why did Dream chose you?
Dream was a god; no, he was beyond gods and goddesses. He could chose anyone, he could be with anyone. But, somehow he stayed with you.
A mortal.
A nobody.
“Hello, my love.”
An arms curled around your waist. Dream softly kissed your shoulder before resting his chin on you.
“… hi,” you whispered, somewhat solemnly.
Dream immediately clocked your bitter mood. Of course, he would. He was very perceptive when it came to you. He carefully twisted you around, scanning his eyes over you.
What was wrong? Was it so obvious?
“My sweet, what troubles you?” He asked.
You shook your head, dropping your head, “It’s nothing.”
He lifted your chin up. “It is something. Now, please, tell me. What troubles your mind?”
Your face twisted into frustration only to drop with a heavy frown. Just say it. “… what … what do you see in me?”
“Pardon?”
You huffed, breaking free of his grasp. You marched a few paces from him. Crossing your arms, protecting yourself, you repeated, “What do you see in me? I’m not a god, I’m not some fae, I’m not … anything. I’m just a boring, plain mortal.”
Dream frowned.
“You could do so much better … you deserve better,” you mumbled the end part of your sentence.
Dream’s eyes flared. A guttural anger burst to life. He swiftly closed the gap, cupping your face. “My dear, I will not take such blatant disrespect for the one I cherish deeply.”
Your eyes widened.
“You are perfect just as you are, you needn’t be spectacular, you needn’t be a god, you only need to be yourself because that is who I fell in love with.”
Tears prickled in your eyes. You squirmed under his intensity. “But - but … why? Look at me, Dream. I’m not -“
“Not what?” He seethed slightly. “You think I don’t adore you and your body? Have I not ravished you for nights on end? Does that not prove my absolute adoration for you?”
You flushed. “I - I … well …”
Dream’s eyes softened. “My dear, my sweet beloved, I love you for you. I always will, and nothing will change that.” He took your hand, placing it over his heart. “This is yours, always.”
Tears slid down your face and mumbled, “I’m sorry.”
He wiped away the tears, “Don’t be.”
You wrapped your arms around him, drawing him into a crushing hug. You buried your face into him. You sighed heavily, letting him consume you as your tears dried. You were his heart, but he was your home. Everything was right with him around.
Dream smiled, holding you tightly. “Never change, my heart. You are perfect.”
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