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TP!Link x reader but of @acrossthegalaxyau’s Beast. A lot of this isn’t proof read because my god it’s a long one.

Tw: depictions of gore.

The hand that held his sword was tired. In both a very literal and metaphorical sense. Long ago, he had begged his father to let him hold a blade, to learn to fight. To protect that which was precious to him. Now, with all he longed to protect kept at a healthy arm's length, he wondered when his hands had gotten so tired. When had his wrist become so sore from the burden it held?

To him, his burn out, his loss of drive within the world was an infection of sorts. The title of Hero was a burden that in many ways he wished he wasn’t bestowed. Well most certainly an honour, seeing that which he loved, which he fought so hard to protect, be harmed and disregarded was not a motivation. The responsibility wore at his bones until they cracked and ate at his energy until he passed out, only to be shoved back into him the second he awoke. The title of hero outweighed his own name. No longer was he Link of Ordon, But Link the Hero of Hyrule. He was no more than his deeds. Then the safety he was tasked with bringing to their feet, begging like a dog for any award. In some sense, he was awarded. With titles and land and money and publicity— but none of it mattered. To a hero, perhaps these things were valued. But to Link if Ordon, such prizes were worthless. They were gifts of obligation, not of any true thankfulness or appreciation. And so, he viewed his task as obligation, and their gifts without any thanks or appreciation.

He stood now, a group of lizalfoe in front of him, without much a feeling of fear. Not in such a sense of bravery or courage, but simply the absence of feeling. His sword sunk into flesh with no discernible difference between the monsters. Corpses were Corpses. In the eyes of fate and history, enemy was enemy. There was no concern for where they came from or what lives they might’ve led if he hadn’t come into their lives. It was his obligation to kill. To lay waste the creatures of evil. Four were downed, one last left standing among the bodies of its allies.

Clouds parted from the gibbous moon, letting its silver light steam down. Once upon his past, he would’ve spent such a night by fireside, you cuddled up against his side as some idle story filled your minds. Further back than those memories, you both would’ve snuck out to run along the river. Younger then, the two of you would’ve curled up in some quiet field after dinner and fallen asleep. Within those memories were gifts. The peace of domesticity he could no longer afford. Love of another which he now can no longer, lest you be ripped from him too. Contentment, something he can now only find within his memory. He could read between the lines of his life and surround himself with yes men, convincing himself its love, but contentment cannot be fabricated. It is a measurement only knowable by oneself, their enjoyment of simply being alive. And it was in the cold days that followed the abstractness of his journey that he is unhappy with the idea of simply being alive anymore.

Pain struck, washing over his network of nerves, his sword sinking into the wet dirt. Gnawing fangs latching to his flesh. He was only awake then long enough to see an arrow pierce the vile thing. He was only conscious long enough to scold himself— this is what comes of closeness. Pain. Suffering. Loss.

Staring down at the mixture of splintered bones and ripped skin didn’t affect you as much as it should’ve, but goddess knows how many hours into your nights at the ward meant you couldn’t scrounge up any more energy to be panicked. Night bleeding into cold night sapped out the care and individuality of each patient down to a cot number. The whole process got methodical over time— healing people. There wasn’t much of a difference within the bodies after enough time. It didn’t matter to you whether the patient was alive or dead, biologically a man or woman, or whatever arbitrary things society dubbed someone as ‘different’. Red potions and fairies worked their magic all the same on Zora as they did with Goron, so on and so forth. A needle pierced flesh no different from a child than it did an adult or elderly. Sure, there were minor differences in anatomy and function, different needs of each individual, but they were all just people in the end. It didn’t feel different to operate on one than it did another.

But there was something you found odd in the way you felt when it came to healing Link. All things considered, he wasn’t much different from any normal hylian. A little on the lean side, sure, but nothing apparently extraordinary at a first glance. Of course, with a little more information readily accessible, you knew a few quirks. Strong as the hero was foretold to be, he was littered with scars. A few on his back from fighting, the worst from the night the village was destroyed by the wakes of twilight. A nicked lip he’d received from a scuffle with a drunk man who lunged at you. A few lining the inside of his arm, which he didn’t need to define and nor did you force him. A long slice in his forearm from when he was trenching you how to shoot a bow. A small scar on the inside of his ankle from when he fell in the river when you’d both snuck out in the dead of night, his young body unable to balance on unsteady feet. Each one you’d bandaged and stitched and monitored. Each wound of his recklessness was eased by your hand.

Well, now you supposed, it wasn’t each. Now the man in question lay hardly living and hardly dead on your makeshift operation table, it seemed there was yet more to uncover when it came to Link. You were met with a familiar hollow burn beneath your ribs, seeing the angry red gash on his left wrist. Not even that he’d gotten such a wound in the first place, but with your offer to heal the wound being met with stiff silence. It would’ve been easy. Some gauze and disinfectant. It wasn’t even deep enough to warrant stitches. It was, however, deep enough to warrant infection in its neglect. Sure, To this alone you would’ve been only slightly frustrated. But seeing the flesh falling from bone on the right half of his abdomen was enough to convince you that said negligence happened to be enough to affect his ability of wielding his blade.

The sun was rising by the time you were done. Nearly eight hours it had taken to close all his wounds. Another spent on treating his infection. Changing his bandages over for the second time that… evening? night? You decided to let yourself question the possibly most apparent difference of your Link since you’d last been aloud to treat him. There was something embedded in his chest. About a palms length from his collarbone, embedded in his sternum was… something. And from it sprang magic. It discoloured his skin to a black geometric patch with teal lines crawling over his chest. It hummed slightly, in tune with his heart, and that hollow feeling rested within you again. It was more corrosive this time, eating away at you in a way you couldn’t begin to express. It burned within whatever soft place it settled in —your heart most likely— and for the first time that night you felt something other than bitter isolation. You believed it to be jealousy in one of its many wicked forms.

The thing with dead bodies was you knew from their lack of pulse and cold skin that there was no soul to connect with. There was no one there. Those who were alive provided a sense of warmth. Physically and emotionally. Once, Link too was the same. He was warmth. Your very own sun. He’d make sure you were safe and drag you up from the depths of whatever dark hole you’d crawled into with no expectation of a return. Now, Link was more akin to the former. He regarded you with unresponsiveness. Cold in every way but literal. You gave him space when he asked for it upon his return. You don’t question when he stopped showing up to events. You tried not to take it personally when he stopped talking to you. You tried to convince yourself he hadn’t walked out of your life without a second glance. You tried— you really did. And for a while it worked. You managed to fool yourself that he didn’t mean to, or that he’d be coming back. And maybe that’s the cruellest part, that you wholeheartedly believed your own lies. But looking down on the wounds he’s collected, you can’t help but be hit with the realisation that he doesn't want you anymore. He had seen the world outside of what Ordon had to offer. Through his heroism he’s travelled the highs and lows of Hyrule, met all its variations of people and became their Hero. A person of their creations. And with it, with their creation, you weren’t dubbed a necessary piece of him anymore. You weren’t the only one that loved him anymore. So how foolish could you be to assume that he was still yours?

Your trance was broken by his eyes fluttering as the sunlight streamed in. He blinked a few times before sitting up, you didn’t have the heart to usher him into laying back down with soft mutters. His slitted pupils adjusted to the light, growing thin and sharp as they met your own. His mouth fell slightly agape seeing you framed by the sunlight, an angel sent to him, surely. Your hands felt stiff as you grabbed his neatly folded clothes and other items, setting them on his lap.

“Your- Your service total is 300 rupees. Feel free to pay at the front or discuss other financing options.” Your voice shook as your routine line spilled from your lips. Your heart shook from the gasp that came from him, his weak lungs drawing in a cold, shuttered breath.

You turned on your heels, leaving the examination room with a heart beating as swiftly as your feet in the ground. Your world would wither without the sun. Perhaps it’s already started. Link, not your Link as you’d been used to referring to him by— that implied a connection you hadn’t had in a while, would be fine. Unbothered. After all, Heroes were meant for a life greater than what Ordon had to offer, what you had to offer. He’s meant for great things, you comfort yourself with the words you once would’ve assured him with. You just never assumed ‘great things’ didn’t include you.

[quiteliterallyilliterate]

Had an idea for some Yan!TP LinkxReader who could also shift into a wolf. Working on requests!

Tw: Yandere, Mentions of murder, Mentions of Cannibalism, Obsession

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Link always knew there was something special about you. That was, something beyond the obvious. You were a being of absolute divinity in both beauty and intelligence. Not only that, but you saw him as a fitting devotee to grace with your presence. You saw him worthy of your worship. Someone to keep around rather than abandon, unlike some others he’s loved before. Of course you, absolutely incredible and utterly divine you, was special. There was absolutely no doubt about it —he’d kill anyone who had anything to say otherwise. He didn’t see the need to entertain or engage with such obvious mistruths. But there was always a nagging feeling that there was more to you than he could simply gather at face value. That there was something drawing him to you like a moth to a flame. Like he had some innate need for your presence like a starving man needs food. And yet, no matter how hard he tried nor how long he searched, he couldn’t exactly pin it. Perhaps it was sacrilegious of him to even doubt you, but his senses had never before led him wrong.

One must understand that, in the wreckage of his life post his heroics, the more animalistic side of him had since begun to merge with his sense of humanity. Two things, realms, entities mixing to eventually make some middle ground— an equilibrium. That line between man and beast blurred and bled into one another until he was more of himself than he ever was before. He could track down any missing person —incredibly useful for wrangling the rowdy children of Ordon— a task he could previously only do as a wolf but could now achieve as a human. He now had an odd hunger for raw meat. Originally, this happened posed quite a problem, as people don’t take well to seeing another person scarf down slabs of raw meat. But, as always, you provided a solution. Whenever he’d have to kill a man in offering to you —as they’d gotten too close to you, too close to touching what wasn’t theirs— all Link would need to do after the job was pick the bones clean. The carcass left quite a message, he was sure.

There was, However, the final issue he used to struggle with. The beast often demanded a Mate. He supposed it made some form of sense —the hunger for satisfaction. After All, it’s not like the beast can really understand that there’s more to living than survival and reproduction when you have consciousness. Whenever the urge would come back, knawing at his ribs like a spitting fire daring to be tamed, he’d let it fizzle out. It was all the real options he had. The beast didn’t beg for just anyone to tame the teeming flames. Instead it urged for someone specific. But of course, for no one he knew of. It cried and howled, with no way to sate the beast’s desires. And so, Link resigned himself to waiting. Again, It’s not like he had any other option. But of course you, marvellous you. You were the solution. You happened to be the very one that his soul cried out to. The calm sun, dowsing him with light after so long of storms. Like moonlight to a moth and bread to a starving man, you saved and sated him down to the matter of his vary soul. He didn’t dare question it, not now he had you. That would be simply disgraceful of him to turn you away in even the slightest. So while you attuned yourself to him, he could spend all his time and energy toward cherishing you. He could spend everything toward your worship. While you learned of him and of his home, he learned what foods you best like and how you’d best like him so you would just stay by his side. Please- you’re all he has left.

The summer night was quiet in Ordon, the kids having gone to bed and most of the adults having gone to follow. Crickets buzzed in the tall grasses and the pleasantly cool night meant you could open up the windows. The two of you lounged inside, curled up close. His face was nuzzled into your neck, calmed by the familiarity and warmth of your scent.

“Link?” Your voice was soft and quiet to match the comfortable silence you’d established for yourselves. He hummed back to you in response, looking up. He basked in the attention you gave him, he was blessed that you picked him. You could have had anyone. Well not anyone, he’d kill his competitors.

“Look, I have to show you something, but you have to promise you won’t freak out.” He sat upright with the worry that pulled at your tone. You were too good to live a life that provided you with worries. He’s gone through so much that you could live in blissful peace as you deserve. He’d level towns- he’d bring death to Hyrule as the two of you know it if it means your worries are calmed. You slid off the couch and returned with your fluffy cloak in hand. It was your favorite, lined with a thick pelt capable of keeping you warm and dry in harsh weather. Not to mention, you looked utterly adorable when the fluff dwarfed your frame. You clipped it over your shoulders and anxiously adjusted it so it fit perfectly. You breathed slowly, and it was like energy breathed into the still room. There was a small glow of light, and when it cleared, you were no longer sitting before him. Instead, a wolf looked back at him, ears perked and the same intelligent eyes looking back at his own. You were like him. That’s why you were meant to be together, why his soul called to yours. Gods- you were perfect for him in ways he didn’t know he craved. He was hellbent on making sure that you’d live a good life, by any means necessary.

[ethien]

Ficlet of your recent arranged marriage answer? One where Link runs away from the marriage because he was already in love with another. 💖

You wish is my command ♥

Bittersweet Happiness

Words: 2.757

When hearrived at the castle, he didn’t know what expected him. No one could see thishappen. He arrived at the castle and went to the throne hall where the Kingwaited for him.

He went inand kneeled down.

“I hopeyour travel went well. I called you because I have some important news toshare”

He justnodded and continued listening.

“Themeeting with our neighborhood kingdom Elysium went well. We are on a good wayfor a stable friendship. We only need to prove our trust and effort. And that’sthe part you will become a part of it, Link”

He hadsuddenly a bad feeling about this. He continued listening.

“You’re ourbravest and strongest knight in the kingdom and a well-known hero. Youradventures went over the boundaries of Hyrule and reached their eyes. As asolid proof they will allow you to marry the crown princess of their kingdom.It’s such a big honor for a knight to marry in a royal family.”

The wordsstuck deep in his throat. He wanted to deny this offer but he couldn’t. It wasfor the kingdom which he served from the deepest of his heart. To deny wouldmean nothing good for him and in the worst case scenario, a war. He had nointension to trigger this. However, there was a small pain in his heart. Marrysomeone else…who wasn’t you? When he travels to the castle, his intentions wereto propose to you after it. Now he couldn’t. If it comes out, he couldn’t bearthe consequences you would get. You’re too precious for it.

“You willtravel in two days to their kingdom. So you can learn about the environment andyour future home. I hope you feel proud for this opportunity and accept thisfor the well-being of Hyrule”

“Yes…yourmajesty” he only said. He hides his frustration about it.

He standsup and left the hall. He immediately went to his room and jumped on the bed toscream in the cushion.

After sometime and he heard a knock on the door. He said nothing when the person entered.It was Zelda.

“I heardwhat my father wanted. I am sorry. I tried to convince him that you shouldmarry who you want and nothing arranged. He didn’t listen and also ignored thefact…you already have someone”

He sat upand looked to her. He could see she deeply felt sorry.

“You triedyour best. Thank you” Link only said and sighed. She left his room.

The nightcame and he still sat there without reaction. His mind was blank. The softknock on the door took him back and he opened it. You stand behind it.

Heimmediately saw your red and puffy eyes. So you knew it and also didn’t likeit. He took you in his arms and strokes your back while you cried in his arms.

“I cannotaccept this. How heartless can be the king?” you cried out loud. “I don’t wantthis. I don’t want to lose my man to someone else only for a silly friendshipwith another kingdom”

Both of yousat on the bed. During the whole night, you were in a deep embrace and justcried until you both fall asleep. It should be the last time you two were soclose.

The nextday, Link had to prepare a lot of things and couldn’t spend any minute withyou. He heard you were with Zelda. You were best friends with her and youneeded someone for comfort.

The daypassed faster than expected and the day of the departure came.

He wavedback when he rode with Epona out of the castle. He saw your sad face and yourshy wave. He touched his lips to remember your last shared kiss. He wanted tokeep it forever in his heart.

The horseride took 6 hours until he arrived at the castle from the kingdom Elysium. Thepeople were hylian like him. Maybe not fully hylian, their ears weren’t morerounded as his.

The sunstarted setting when he jumped from his horse and took her to the castlestable. “Good girl. You made a good job. Now rest”

He sigheddeeply and went out of the stable to meet some guards.

“You mustbe Sir Link. Please follow us. Your highness is waiting for your arrival” theysaid firmly to him, he just nodded and followed them.

The castlewas quite elegant and imposing. When he went through the halls, the decorationseemed highly luxurious. It was too much in his opinion.

He arrivedat the throne hall and saw the king of Elysium. He bowed deeply.

“It’s apleasure to meet the legendary hero of Hyrule. Welcome in Elysium. I amMahagonius vi Elysium, the ruler of this kingdom. We hope your travel was agood one.”

He justnodded and let his glance wander around the hall. There were some royal guards,the luxurious decoration on the wall and windows and the king.

“One of theguards will show you your room. Tomorrow, you will get to know my daughter andprincess Luka. Have a good night rest, Sir Link”

He followedthe guards to his room. It was fancy as expected. A huge bed, luxuriousfurniture and decoration. For him, it was too big for only one. He wished youwere here.

He madehimself ready for bed. He lay some hours wide awake. He only could think of youand your sad face when he left. How much he wished you would be by his side.

With thethought of you, He falls asleep.

The sunrose when he woke up. He watched them for a bit.

“[Y/N]would enjoy the view”

He imaginedyou were next to him. In his mind were pictures of your sleeping figure. Howsome hair strains were in your face, your soft breathing and your angelic likeface. He could watch it forever. Then he realized you weren’t there and sighed.

He standsup, getting dressed and tried to search for the dining hall for breakfast. Tohis surprise, he found it on his own.

“Goodmorning, Sir Link”

Heabsolutely hated it how everyone called him by his knighthood.  

“The kingand princess are waiting for you”

He noddedand followed the guard. This was a thing he hated. In Hyrule, Zelda always atewhere everyone ate. It made the royalty of Hyrule sympathetic.

Linkarrived at the room. He saw the king and right to him an unknown woman. Heguessed this had to be princess Luka…his fiancée.

“Goodmorning” he greeted them softly and sat down.

“Goodmorning, Sir Link. I hope, you had a splendid rest?”

“I had.Thanks for your interest”

He startedeating like the others. In his eyesight he saw how shy the princess looked athim. She had long black hair, her skin was pale. But it was more a ceramicsskin. Her figure was fragile and he had the feeling she was an elegant than aprincess. Her eyes were golden and seemed calm. All in all, she was a beautifulwoman he had to admit. But it didn’t change the fact his heart would beat forher. You had his heart. For everyone else, you were a simple hylian. For him,you’re the most beautiful person he ever meet and saw.

“And thisis my daughter Luka. You can have a chat after breakfast” the king said andpointed to her. Link nodded.

Thebreakfast was over and he was glad. It was kind of awkward for him. He had felther glance over him. He could feel how much she admires him. He had the urge tovomit by it.

He followedthe king and princess. They arrived at a meeting hall.

“I will nowleave you two alone. Have a nice chat and get to know each other”

It wentsilent for a bit. He avoided eye contact with her.

“Sir Link…Howis Hyrule?”

“It’smajestic. Every place is home even though you visit the first time the place”he said and smiled by his words. In his mind, he saw you in the grass fieldbefore the castle. How happy you jumped while searching for flowers.

“This soundsgorgeous. I hope there will be places here, you will like” she said. He didn’tknow a lot about Elysium. He only knew the rumors about a lot of dry places.

Link wentto the window and looked out. The places around the castle were green likeHyrule. But it wasn’t the same feeling.

“Say…Link”

He lookedthe first time in her face. It had a neutral expression.

“Yes?”

“You don’twant to be here, right?”

His eyeswiden by this statement. How could she know it?

“I am…”

“Please don’tlie to me. I saw it when you entered the hall. You had a smile on. But bothyour smile and eyes were full of sadness, anger and frustration. So I assumeyou’re not happy to be here?”

It wentsilent for a bit before he spoke up.

“You’reright” he only said. He heard how Luka sighed.

“I know it.When my father told me about the marriage, I was…happy. I admire your person.Brave and selfless. I thought you were here because you wanted to be. But thenI saw your face. You don’t like it?” she asked. He could hear her sadness. Hefeels worse to break her heart.

“I canunderstand the effort of this. I would accept it…if the circumstances weredifferent. But there aren’t. I feel betrayed from my kingdom I swear to serve”he said. “I am sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you”

“It’s okay.It is better that the truth is out. Maybe we can arrange things after ourwedding…who can make your life better…” she said and with every word, she gotquieter. She didn’t want it. But he knew she only wanted the best. She was akind woman. She deserved a better man than him. However, the decision was madewithout them. And they had to live with it.

The nextdays went unspectacular. He had some chats with the king and the princess, hewalked around the castle or just stare in the sky. The date of the wedding camenear. He feared the day. He went over the castle wall and watched how theguests arrived. Tomorrow was the wedding. He knew Zelda would come but it surprisedhim to see her arriving. He saw her new appointed knight who followed her. Hewould later talk to them. He hoped she had a message from you for him. Hewanted to see your handwriting and smelling your scent on the paper.

He wentback to the dining hall to simple eat. There were a lot of guests and he couldn’tZelda. So he needed to stay for himself.

After it,he immediately went to his room. This was maybe the last time he could havetime for himself. The last day of being free.

He satthere and just read old letters from you. His mind went back to these goodmemories. When he realized he fall in love with you.

You were atthe zora domain and talked with some guard. Then one wanted to make a dive completionwith you. You agreed and he watched how elegant you dive in. Well then herealized you couldn’t swim and he jumped after to rescue you. When you were onthe surface with him, he yelled with you how reckless you were. You justlaughed. You said you wanted to impress him. It hit him hard how sweet youlaughed. His heart started beating faster. He falls in this moment for you.

Or when youtwo had your first kiss.

It was anunromantic situation. You had an argument with him. It was a silly argument butno one wanted to lose. He remembered quite well how he talked and in the nextmoment, his face was in his hands and your lips on his. It took him off-guardand he immediately forgot what he wanted to say. He lost the argument, but wonyou.

There werea bunch of wonderful memories with you. But the strongest were your sad face.He thought he will never forget it.

A knock onthe door brought him back to reality.

“Is open”he said and it opened. Zelda came in and her knight.

“WelcomeLink. Nice to see you” she said. He could hear she was worried. “How it thelife here?”

“It’s okay.I will get used to it” he said and didn’t look at her. He didn’t want to seeher worried face.

“I am onlyhere that you can tell some things my new knight. They aren’t used to the workand some advices could be nice” she said.

“That’sokay. If it helps to get better, I will help” he said. He thanked Zelda forthis opportunity to forget for some minutes the wedding.

“Then, Iwill let you two alone”

She leftthe place. Link turned around to meet up with the knight.

“So, wheredo you ne…” he started to ask. The knight took their hat off and then he saw…you.

“[Y/N]!” hesaid and took you immediately in a hug. You return the hug and put your head onhis chest.

“How…why?”he asked confused. But at first, you kissed him deeply. You really took himoff-guard.

“You know…Ialso worked as a guard and after you I am the best one for protecting Zelda.And well…it was also Zelda’s idea so we could meet a last time.”

“I don’twant it to be last” he said. His voice trembled a bit. “I only want you to stayby my side”

“I wish itcould be. But this marriage is a huge thing for the peace. Without, there couldbe a war”

“Why? That’sridiculous”

“Yeah. ButElysium had more powerful weapons. It’s the best there is no war”

“But thismarriage is fake. The princess already know I don’t want this”

It wentsilent between you. Then you looked up to him.

“What doyou really want?”

He hesitatedwith the answer.

“A life whoI decide what I do. I did a lot for others and no thing for me. I…”

He lookedstraight in your eyes.

“I have theright to be selfish. So…[Y/N]…?”

You got awarm feeling in your heart.

“Will you…breakaway…with me…and then….marry me?”

You kissedhim as an answer.

You stayedat the room until the noon starts. You both sneaked out and went to thestables. You jumped in silent on your horses and rode out of the castle. Youhad the time on your side. It was deep in the night. They would realize he wasgone in the morning. It was the time you needed to travel back to Hyrule.

When thesun rose, you arrived at a small village. You two went to a stable to get alittle rest.

“You know…Lifewill be now more difficult. They will search for us. Is it this you wanted?”

He shook hishead. “No. But I want to live on my own. And if it means to hide…it’s okay. Aslong as you stay by my side” You kissed him softly and then went to bed.

You wereright with your assumption. It took some days for the news how he crashed thewedding. The king of Elysium was angry but he didn’t start a war. Zelda wasindeed a bit disappointed but she knew it was the best. But his reputation wasdestroyed. Of course, they searched for Link, the traitor of the kingdom.

You had tochange your location every two to three months. It was hard but you found someplaces with people how were on your side.

Yourwedding was a little one at the beach. It was cute and romantic. Your honeymoonwere in the near from the zora domain.

Sidonsometimes visited you two. He was one who understands your reasons. He alsooffered you two a little house, so you could thinking about a family.  He wasn’t sure about it. It wasn’t clear ifthis stay was forever. But with you by his side, he could stand everything.

Even running away from the kingdom he loved.

[xionroxas]

I'm not crying... I am not!!!

Ficlet of your recent arranged marriage answer? One where Link runs away from the marriage because he was already in love with another. 💖

You wish is my command ♥

Bittersweet Happiness

Words: 2.757

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