#misabelle717

Can I get a gn reader with Sidon where he comes across reader's sketchbook, and it's full of him and scenes of the Zora's Domain? Maybe reader is a really good artist, but it's always been a hobby they didn't show people as they feel they're not that good or something. Tia!

"Y/N? Are you there?"

The door to your room pushes open with a slight creak as Sidon inches his way inside. He hasn't come to snoop. He is craving your company, but he is disappointed to find you're not in. He gives a soft sigh and turns to leave, but hears the voices of other Zora outside.

"Did you see the way he smiled at me the other day? Oh -- do you think, maybe --"

"Not a chance! If Sidon is interested in anyone, he wouldn't be so obvious about it. I'm sure he was just being friendly."

He doesn't even recognize who the voices belong to. He slowly backs away from the door and seeks solace in your chair. It seems best to wait until whoever it is, is well past. Sidon cannot afford to be as introverted as he truly is in public. In these instances, hiding does not seem a sin.

He sees the leather-bound book on your desk and reaches for it instinctively, but he hesitates once his fingers close around the spine. What if it's a diary?

He decides to err on the side of caution and opens it up just to the cover page, which reads: Y/N's ART BOOK.

The conversation is growing fainter outside. "--he'll have to settle down with someone eventually. Why not one of us?"

The prince tunes out the reply entirely as he flips to the first page, a sketch of a waterfall. On the second page is another, but this one more clearly belongs to the Domain, as he can tell from the shrubbery and detail surrounding it. The next page features a half-drawn Lynel, the front of its body with no facial details. Fascinated, Sidon continues to flip through, impressed by how the detail becomes more specific and skillful as the pages go on. About midway through, he lands on a sketch of . . . himself.

It looks as though it could have been done by one of the professional portrait makers in Hyrule, the sort his father would hire. It has no color yet, but the detail is stunning. Sidon feels as though he is looking into a mirror. In the sketch, he is sitting in the chair in his own chambers, looking contemplative. He traces the whistle around his neck with his fingers on the page, then reaches up for the one he is wearing. He's always worn it since he was just a boy. It was a gift from his sister, though he rarely tells anyone the backstory. Still, it is almost like you knew, from the care with which you've drawn it.

On the next page, he finds another sketch you have done of him, this time smiling. It causes him to smile down at the page. The next pages feature more scenery from the Domain, but now it's not quite as interesting. He finds himself craving more -- more of how you see him. He is possessed by a feverish need to know.

He gives a soft gasp, then a chuckle, as he finds what he's looking for about three-quarters of the way through the book. He is lying stretched on his sofa, propped up on one arm, a come-hither expression on his face. His biceps and abs, as you have drawn them, add to the effect. You've drawn the furniture by a roaring fire, steam rising from a tub in the background with candles on its ledge. He finds himself both intrigued and pleased by how your imagination has carried and manifested this image.

He wants more. He is greedy now. But the last quarter of the book is blank. He flips back to the last page and lingers over it until his guilt kicks in. He is encroaching on your space and your most private thoughts, and now he feels ashamed. He closes the book abruptly and places it back on the desk as he found it.

Whoops. I meant to answer this a while back but I just kept getting distracted and caught up in other projects so I’m sorry about that. 

Jumin

Alright, so, Jumin is a big sweetheart, and I think that we have come to know that over time since interacting with him from day one. He’s always thinking of the rest of the RFA, and the MC, because they are important to him like nothing else. Some people don’t get that, but he’s always concerned about the safety and well-being of his friends. 

They’re everything to him. 

You’re everything to him, for that matter, and if you come with a young daughter in tow too, it’s more than likely for him to extend the same brand of love that he would with anyone else in his life. The reason that he found himself falling for you in the first place because you were so kind, so intelligent, and you extended a hand to even the smallest need from others. 

Jumin saw kindness in you that he hasn’t seen in someone in such a long time, and he admires your tact. 

It isn’t long before he feels strongly for you. He likes the chats that he has with you, and he surely loves your sight on matters that he’s working on. You’ve got a great head on your shoulders and he is utterly smitten even if he doesn’t want to admit it at first. 

You’re the one that’s completely upfront about your daughter from the start, you tell him right away that your daughter comes first, and her feelings matter just as much as yours do. You feel pretty down on yourself for getting her caught up in this too since you’re the parent, but Jumin understands where you’re coming from and reassures you that he’s alright with this. He admires people who take matters into their own hands and fight for their loved ones. 

You’re always speaking happily about your daughter to him when he brings it up, he loves to hear it. 

There’s a passion and light in your voice that he doesn’t see often, and he assumes that not many people get the luxury of seeing you so delicate and tender to someone so small and polite. You speak so proudly when she reaches a new milestone or when you recount to him how happy you were when she did this or that. Jumin can tell that you love your daughter, and you would do anything for her sake. 

Even though his relationship with his own father can be strained, he knows that his Dad cares about him. But, there are times when he hears the way you talk about your daughter, and he feels a tinge in his chest. There’s no point dwelling in the past, but he does wish that his childhood had been… better. At least he had V back then. 

When he gets closer to you, the more that he knows that if he wants something to work with you, which he does, he’ll have to get to know your daughter, if you’ll extend that offer to him. Your daughter is always happy to chat with everyone, no, he always tries to make grabby hands at the phone when you’re talking to the RFA. She loves them all!

Your daughter is a darling and pops in and out of phone calls with everyone because she likes to be involved, and while you do limit her chatty and long-running communication, there’s no denying that the rest of the RFA thinks your daughter is adorable. Well, Jumin has gotten roped into speaking to her before for you because you were trying to juggle a few things, and he finds that your daughter is very much like you. Happy, polite, and assured. 

When he extends the offer for you to come and stays with him so you can be safe, he insists that you come with your daughter, he didn’t imagine any other option. He’s really surprised when you come over and the chatty little thing on the phone is shy, and clutching at her parent’s leg to hide. 

That’s so stinking cute that he doesn’t know how to respond. It reminds him of Elizabeth when she’s meeting someone for the first time. Your daughter is really part of the reason that he starts to soften and feel like he can open up to others for the first time. She doesn’t really give him no for an answer, she’s stubborn, just like her parent.  

He’s always thought that one day he would possibly get invested with a family, but he never thought that it would come so soon, and it did make him unsure of himself for a moment, but when he’s with you, he feels like it just feels right. He likes reading to your daughter and he really likes chatting with her about this and that. She’s very insightful! 

It does get hard for a bit, though, because a single parent with a child isn’t the kind of person that anyone expected for him to involved with. But, you’re the one that he wants, and that’s that as far as he’s concerned. 

So, Jumin, as concerned and worried as he is for the both of you, realizes his mistakes in being too overbearing from the start. He never wanted to worry or bother either of you, he just wanted to protect you. He knows that he’s got it bad when he comes home from work to find you on the couch, with your daughter curled up on your lap and Elizabeth on the other side of the couch. 

He had a family with the RFA, he’s realized, and now he’s got a little bit of a bigger family with you added into the mix. Jumin is a great Dad, and he wants to be the best parent for your daughter, he may make a few mistakes at the start, but everyone does. Your daughter is perfect, just as you are, and he wants to make a life with you in it. 

Taking your time is better than rushing anyway! I know it'll be a masterpiece when it's finished. ＾∇＾

Can I get Sidon with a gn reader who just beats the shit outta the Lynel on Shatterback Point? Maybe they never bothered with it before but one day it shoots a shock arrow a little too close to Fish Prince for comfort and they just march up there and whoop it? It makes me laugh imagining just stomping up there with the same energy as an abuela with a chancla so I'd love to see it with your god tier writing.

"What do you think is making Vah Ruta act up this time?"

"I'm really not sure, Y/N. Hopefully we will be able to get her back into top shape soon, though," Sidon answers, bending down to pick up another shock arrow. Shatterback Point is littered with them after the most recent disposal of the Lynel, but there is one thing that neither you nor Sidon accounted for.

The Blood Moon.

Sidon does not look up at first once the sky begins to darken, thinking it is a passing cloud. You see it before he does and lightly tug on his arm. When he looks up, you hear him utter a word he rarely says, being that it is hardly decent for a prince. He would've never let it slip, had he not been comfortable with you. He carefully tucks the arrows that he has gathered away and steels himself, unsure of what to do. He'll be thinking of your safety first, of course, but you're only thinking of his.

"Sidon, we have to get out of here," you whisper. He would not reveal what happened to the Lynel earlier. Sidon probably killed it himself, but you know he is especially vulnerable to lightning. And the last thing you want is for your prince to get hurt. "Run!"

Before either of you can get very far, there is a loud zap and a flash of green as an arrow flies near the prince's leg. Sidon jumps out of the way in time. Turning, you see the Lynel taking aim once more, this time for Sidon's chest. Sidon is pulling out his trident, bracing himself for a fight.

He tells you to hurry on without him; he'll catch up, but you have no intention of doing any such thing. You bend down to pick up a stone that looks heavy. It won't be enough, but it's most convenient at the moment. You toss it, aiming right for the Lynel's head. It moves out of the way just in time, adding to your ire.

"HEY! Asshole! Over here!" you scream at the beast, startling both it and Sidon before it can shoot again. The Lynel turns his focus to you, his breath appearing as small clouds from his nostrils in the chilly air as you pick up another stone.

"Oh, Y/N, don't!" Sidon shouts, running toward you.

The Lynel growls and makes eye contact with you before shooting at Sidon again, which only pisses you off more. Thankfully, moving targets are a challenge for him, and the arrow only strikes a tree.

You had intended to throw the stone, but emboldened by the Lynel's challenge, you sprint toward it with a yell, the stone in hand, and pound it right in the face. "Did you hear me?" you ask it. "I - SAID - OVER - HERE!" With each shouted word, you pound it again, the beast snarling in protest and surprise.

Sidon stands where you previously were, watching with a look of awe.

The Lynel reaches for you, and you dodge out of the way and mount it from behind. Taking advantage of the beast's shock, Sidon calls your name and tosses his trident to you. You catch it effortlessly, fueled by your adrenaline. You've never used one before, but it isn't hard to figure out. It charges for Sidon as you beat the hell out of it, but the prince backflips out of the way. It bucks wildly, and you drop the trident as you try to hang on. Sidon sweeps in and grabs the weapon before the beast can as it knocks you off.

You can feel the world spinning as you roll on the ground, probably getting dirt and grass stains all over your clothing, but you don't care.

"Y/N, roll left!" Sidon tells you, and you do without hesitation so that the Lynel's axe only hits the ground with a thud that feels like it shakes the whole mountain. You pick up another stone and throw it, hitting it right in the nose. Quickly, you repeat the action and keep it up until the Lynel roars and charges at you, with Sidon pulling you out of the way before you can be trampled.

It makes you angry that you need help.

"Why won't you die?" you breathe as it turns toward you again, its breath forming visible clouds. But it looks worse for the wear - much worse. Its movements are slowing down considerably.

You ball up your fist. "I said - WHY - WON'T - YOU - DIE?"

You punch it directly on the nose, then on the side of its face as its eyes roll back in its head. It starts to stagger on its feet, and Sidon hands you the trident so that you can deliver the death blow. You do, with one final battle cry, and the beast is finished. So is your hand, you realize, as you sink to the ground and cradle it in your non-dominant one.

"Y/N!" Sidon is next to you in a flash, crouching to look at you. "Oh, Y/N, your poor hand. Darling, are you alright?"

"I . . ." you pause, staring at your kill. "That was a rush. I want to go again."

Can I please get Sidon with a reader where they take a nap together? I think it would be cute to see them snoozing in a cuddle pile.

Tia! 💙

You've noticed that Sidon seems lethargic. It makes sense, given that he's been taking on more responsibilities. Sometimes you worry that he is taking on too much. As travel restrictions have been lifting, he's been doing more diplomatic trips throughout Hyrule in addition to helping approve bills and keeping the morale of his people high.

"Perhaps a cup of tea?" you suggest.

He looks like he is struggling to keep his eyes open as he looks down at the work on his desk. "Hmm," is all he offers, something between consideration and clear lack of enthusiasm.

"Or you could just . . . sleep," you say. As much as you love caffeinated beverages, there are times that they simply don't work; there is no substitute for good rest.

"Mmm?" This time, his response is a little more engaged. He straightens his posture and looks at you. "But . . . I shouldn't."

"You should. Look at you. You can hardly focus on what I'm saying right now."

"Mmph."

Can you please do Sidon with a gn reader that makes him a homemade gift? Being a Prince, I imagine homemade gifts are rare so I think it would be different and cute to see that.

You stayed up late to finish it - a crocheted red scarf with a gold fringe for your prince. You think it is nothing terribly special. There has been a chill in the air at the Zora Domain, and while Sidon will not admit to being cold, you notice him sometimes wrapping his arms around himself, trying to sniffle quietly. It tugs at your heart. The scarf is just one piece in a set you intend to make.

Of course, Tula can sniff out most things related to Sidon, and it is not long before she inquires about the neatly folded fabric in your hands as you stand outside and take the morning air before going to see him. You stand in a vestibule by a waterfall, watching the mist, and she sidles up to you.

"Oooh, what is that?" she asks.

You don't really want to say, but you tell her it is a scarf you made.

"What does it do?"

You explain to her what it does, and she is intrigued further. She asks the question you hoped to avoid.

"And the colors! They can only mean -- is this for our prince?"

You give a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.

Just in time, your prince rounds the corner, unwittingly saving you from her next barrage of questions. He wishes you both a good morning and beckons you to follow him into his office. You can feel Tula's eyes on your back as you leave her side and breathe a tiny sigh of relief.

"And what might Tula have been clucking over? I thought she was about to lay an egg," he says once out of her earshot.

You hold the scarf out to him. "For you, sir. It's... to keep you warm."

He stands just outside his door with you and unravels it. He is smiling, but there is doubt in his eyes. "Y/N, how wonderful! Ah, but it seems a little small." Not knowing quite what to do with it, he drapes it over his shoulders. You chuckle and show him the proper way to wear it.

"That makes much more sense." He can see himself in the reflection of his glass door and grins. "I must say, it looks dashing on me."

He is silent for a few moments as he admires himself. He unlocks his office door and leads you inside, speaking more quietly now. "This is probably the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me." He is used to the girls in his fan club leaving him the candy he has admitted publicly to liking - so often that he has grown sick of it now. They give him the occasional handwritten notes expressing their undying admiration for him, but he wonders how much of that is about him and not what he is. "Y/N... you made this with your hands?"

You nod, and he beams at you. Really, it just seemed like a nice thing to do, something that would comfort him, but you had no idea it would mean so much.

"I shall always cherish it."

*jumps out of the water and smacks an Octorok*

Yes! I am still alive and still slaying. I'm afraid I have no excuse for my prolonged absence other than the sheer inability to collect my thoughts.

*dodges Octorok spit balls*