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monpalace · 1 year

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LEGEND

Legend is reasonable, he’d consider, just not when he's presented with (almost) constant questions and concerns regarding his relationship status with his closest friend.

Any question along the lines of “so when’d you two start dating,” are quickly met with a snappy response with little second thought. “I saw you with your significant other not too long ago,” and any further ramblings are quickly put to an end when he sends a withering gaze their way.

At some point, Legend becomes tired of comments regarding his relationship with you. If it weren't for his aversion to dark magic, he’d drown himself in a curse of some sort that stopped any related questions entirely.

He’s never turned down acts of reassurance from your side. Whether they are words of affirmation or acts of affection, he never fails to be less inconvenienced about the event when you intervene.

Legend tends to hold his sharp tongue when you're around. He’s never rude to you, or (sometimes) to the other Links, when you're around because he always wants to be a better version of himself when you're around.

That doesn't mean he's good at biting his tongue.

He’s very much susceptible to rolling his eyes, groaning, and telling someone to shut up with a scoff. Legend might wind it down even further with a “please leave us alone,” or “can you just drop it,” if you don't seem pleased by his responses.

Despite his very obvious annoyance when it comes to misinterpretations of his relationship, Legend is quick to dispel any doubts you may have in your mind.

“Would you rather I tone down on the affection? I—” Absolutely not. You’re the only person he feels comfortable with when it comes to anything tactile; he's so used to it now, he’d rather die than lose it all because of some stupid rumor.

“Maybe we shouldn't share food or drinks anymore. It sends the wrong idea.” Okay? Who cares about an indirect kiss? What even is it? You either kiss or you don't. Besides, you have food that he wants to steal (or, he has food he wants you to try), where's the issue with that? Is sharing not caring?

One way or another, Legend is one of the less tolerant Links when it comes to his platonic relationship being taken the wrong way, only being rivaled by Wind and Four’s Blue.

“My Great Goddesses,” Legend groans under his breath. He folds his hands on the side of his temple, the beginnings of a headache working its way into his mind the longer he (forcibly) hears the group of older women coo over his supposed relationship. “Make them stop.”

A swift kick under the tavern table makes Legend’s complaints come to an end. The sharp glance you sent him reels him back in like a dog on a leash.

“Sorry,” he mutters just barely under his breath.

You laugh quietly, just barely audible over the afternoon rush. “I was trying to tell you to go after them,” you hum in an equally low voice. “I’m honestly a little tired of it too.”

“Seriously?”

“Naturally.”

There's a giddy feeling that fills Legend as he stands. It might have been the slight buzz that came with his drinks, or the more natural feeling that was released when he realized he wouldn't have to be nice anymore, but the feeling is there nevertheless.

“Will you cover my part of the bill if I manage to do it without making them leave?”

“Half.”

“Three-quarters.”

“Twenty-five percent.”

“You don’t love me anymore?”

Taking out your wallet, you shake your head at his antics while putting rupees on the table. “You forget the last time you pulled something like this; but I do love you, yes.”

“I love you too, then,” he hums, pressing a kiss to your cheek with a pat on your arm. “I’ll be sure to pay you back— eventually.”

TWILIGHT

This is not the first time he's been in a situation like this, shockingly. He and Ilia went through this same scenario with the villagers of Ordon, but it's the same twenty people with the same two rumors, so everything was squashed between them rather quickly.

But this isn't Ordon. It’s not the same twenty people; it’s everyone in different eras revolving endlessly.

Yet, Twilight doesn't mind.

Every question and comment is easily passed off with “oh, we’re just friends,” or “oh, no! I don’t see them that way,” with a light laugh.

Tactile responses such as hugs, kisses (to the forehead, cheek, hand, wrist), and hand holding are natural to Twilight. He never oversteps his boundaries (whether they're set or not), so his old habits are always fitted for them.

Being called your boyfriend be damned, Twilight is clingy. He's a wolf at heart, so being around those he considers to be a part of his clan. He gently pulls you out of the way from oncoming carriages with an arm around your waist, rests his chin on your shoulder or head while listening to whatever you’re rambling on about, and presses a kiss on your cheek in greeting and goodbye— but it's still strictly platonic.

Twilight holds more than enough respect to shut down anything like “I bet your wedding will be so beautiful,” and “your children will be the prettiest,” for the both of you. “We already agreed we’d be each other's mate of honor,” and “I already told them they’d be the godparent for my kids if I have any,” are almost always his responses.

Unlike Legend, Twilight genuinely finds it amusing everytime someone gets the wrong idea. He finds it easy to joke about when the person is gone or hours after the fact, but he will stop if he finds you don't find it as funny as him.

If, on the off-chance, you both visit Ordon (assuming you aren't from there), more rumors would pop up once more. Are you another Ilia? How long have you known Link? Do you treat him well, at least? Is that a ring on your finger? Are you wearing his pelt? When's the wedding?

Twilight is quicker to cut those off at the source before they spiral. No, he's known you as a friend for a long while (at least to him) and you’ve just so happened to grow close, he’d like to think you do, it's a family heirloom, and you just wanted to see the appeal in why he wore it all the time— now, please. Stop.

“It’s not funny.”

“It��s not?”

“No..”

“Yeah, alright.”

Twilight hides from the barely cracked door, hands cupped over the lower half of his face to muffle his laughter.

He can understand where the inn owner might have gotten the idea that the two of you were an item.

Upon first entering the establishment, he was pushing himself against you as though you shared the same body (the result of paranoia following a run-in with a particularly strong group of poes). He had insisted you get one room instead of two before you claimed one bed was fine when told there was no room available with two.

He supposes the final nail in the coffin would’ve been when he dropped his wallet on the counter when you started rummaging to get out your own, dragging you up their stairs once the key was dropped into his hand.

Twilight can see the beginnings of your laughter work its way through your body and face as you close the door. The owner’s inconvenienced “try not to be too loud; I’d like to not lose any more customers because of pairs like you,” rattling around in your minds when he stopped by to return Twilight's large pouch.

“It’s still not funny,” you say, trying to steal yourself as you stumble back to the bed. “It— it won’t. It’s mean.”

Denial and the urge to be the bigger person was slowly diminishing within you. It was undeniable.

Twilight joins you on the bed, shifting and ignoring the burning pain from his scrapes as you both become comfortable. The cramping he’d feel during the night was inevitable, but he could withstand it knowing he was right.

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monpalace · 1 year

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There were several times a day you thought that Aram was leagues out of your reach. His divinity didn't deserve to be tainted by your human blood.

It's a wonder how you managed to tame the one regarded as Fierce Deity.

(He was always the softer one in your relationship, though. From massaging your aching joints during an unrelenting storm to taking over cooking when the flames began to overwhelm you.)

Soft presses on the back of your neck remove you from your thoughts, trembling hands engulfed by one that dwarfed them both, the other resting itself on your stomach.

“My Grace.” Aram’s voice is low as he calls your mind back to him, the vibrations of it seeping below your skin and easing your muscles. He pulls your body against his own, the warmth of his torso emanating leaving him to soak into your own. “What ails you?”

Uncurling your body so you can press yourself into him, the thought of becoming a marriage of flesh becomes more and more appealing the longer you think about it. “Don’t wanna talk about it,” you murmur with a shake of your head.

The hand that covers yours moves to cusp the bottom of your chin, Aram pushes a finger up so you're able to meet his eyes.

Despite there being nothing but a creamy white to gaze into (and lose yourself in— it wouldn't be the first time), there were plenty of thoughts you were able to make out with a simple glance. He was concerned, he wanted to pry more but knew to respect your limits, among several other things.

“My Dear,” Aram voices, this time airier than before, “would you prefer I stay or go?”

“Stay,” you rasp before your mind can process his question. “Please.” Your hands grapple to grab the one holding your chin, body turning and face hiding where his neck ends and shoulder begins.

A deep rumble leaves Aram— a noise your mind registers as a chuckle— as he shifts to recline against the hard, wooden floor of your shared cabin. His hand reciprocates the hold you have on it (albeit, significantly more gentle) as he helps you cling to him comfortably. “It’d be my honor.”

It's your turn to let out a strange sound in the form of a whine. “I don’t deserve you,” you sorrowfully moan into his skin.

The hand on your back (that had previously been on your stomach) begins to rub and knead, Aram’s fingers working to further relax you. “I beg to differ.” His massage works its way up to the back of your neck where he had originally pressed feather-light kisses. “Being in your presence blesses me more than the goddess Hylia herself.”

“You talk like we're still in our honeymoon phase, please.”

“And I have no intentions to leave it if it means having you in my arms like this for an eternity.”

Aram’s leg raises, the angle making it easier for him to hold onto you. A groan leaves you at his words despite your heart fluttering at the thought. “That's cute,” you hum when the arm looped around your waist tightens, “I love you.”

“It will forever be my honor to simply breathe the same air as you. Your being in this home is enough to cleanse the sins of my body.”

“You are such a sap,” you huff, sinking further into his hold.

“I live to serve and please you, My Grace.”

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