Ohhh I see you're a fellow TLOK and JJBA fan 😌👌 I'm happy I found your blog!
Which Link and game are your favourite? Mines are Skyward Sword and its Link. I would die for SS Link everytime. (Not that I wouldn't for the other Links, but SS Link is special to me just like the game itself)
Oh this is such a tough one! I have to be honest, I only recently got back into the series, like, a year ago with BOTW and then TOTK! I grew up playing Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask on the N64 (both of which I fucking loved to death) and then kind of got out of playing them. However, my love for the games rekindled when I played BOTW.
So, I haven't played a lot of them yet. What I did do, however, was watch at least 300 hours of video material on all the games.. xD
My absolute favorite Link would either be the one from TOTK/BOTW or Twilight (the TP Manga just hit different, not sure if your read it). Totk/botw Link has such a silly, adorable personality that I couldn't help, but fall in love with! And I also feel so sorry for him; he basically died trying to protect his kingdom, only to be resurrected, waking up a hundred years later to see he basically died for nothing and having to save the world AGAIN. And if that wasn't enough, a few years later the princess goes missing under his care AGAIN, he has to save the world AGAIN. Which, of course, is his job, but the guilt that must be eating him up alive? It gives me shivers. He also has a soft spot in my heart for getting me back into the franchise <3
Also, sidenote, I do LOVE Skyward Sword (watched way too many video essays for my own good) and I am saving up to get it, because the Story is just so cool? I think it gets hated too much for the gameplay (though, I would have to play it first to make a real, unbiased judgement on that). I totally see that you have good taste hehe😽
I do have to say, as an honorable mention, Time hits different, too. Not just speaking from the Nostalgia standpoint, but his life is so, so tragic. He lost his whole childhood, was sent back to relive it, only to have to go through another tragic adventure. And if that wasn't enough, he dies later on in life during a random battle? Lil thing couldn't get any rest, and I can only imagine how hard it must have been for him :(
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Cocooned Affinities
Draco Malfoy
Draco and Scorpius being Momma's boys ✨
fluff
Draco leaned against the kitchen counter, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched his son, Scorpius, busy himself with Y/n in the living room. The room was bathed in warm sunlight, casting a gentle glow on the elegant furnishings. It was a lazy Sunday morning, a rare day when Draco didn't have to tend to his Ministry duties, and he relished the opportunity to spend quality time with his family.
Scorp, with his platinum blond hair and Y/n's striking eyes, was a spitting image of Draco. At the age of six, he possessed the same air of refined mischief that had once made his father infamous during his Hogwarts days. Despite being a carbon copy of Draco, Scorpius had inherited his mother's spirited nature, and he was undeniably a momma's boy.
"Mommy, look!" Scorp exclaimed, tugging at Y/n's hand and pointing excitedly to a colorful drawing he had just completed. "I made this for you!"
Y/n's eyes sparkled with delight as she examined her son's artwork, a vibrant masterpiece depicting a fantastical creature with wings of every hue. She gathered Scorp into her arms, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Oh, my little artist. You've outdone yourself again. This is absolutely beautiful!"
Draco, standing in the doorway, couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for his son's artistic talents. He joined them in the living room, his gray eyes twinkling with affection. "Scorp, you've inherited your mother's artistic flair. I'm afraid I can't draw a stick figure to save my life."
Scorpius grinned mischievously, his gray eyes dancing with amusement. "That's okay, Daddy. You're good at other things."
Draco arched an eyebrow, feigning offense. "Oh, really? And what would those 'other things' be?"
Scorp's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "You're really good at sneaking snacks when Mommy's not looking. I've seen you!"
Y/n couldn't help but laugh at her son's observation, her eyes meeting Draco's with a fond twinkle. "Your father does have a talent for that, doesn't he, Scorp? But don't you worry, my little one, we'll make sure Daddy shares some with us."
Draco's lips curled into a smug smirk, pleased that his stealthy snack acquisitions hadn't gone unnoticed by his wife. He moved closer, wrapping an arm around Y/n's waist and leaning in to press a gentle kiss against her temple. "Of course, my love. I'm always willing to share with you and our little artist here."
Just then, Narcissa, Draco's mother, entered the room, her presence bringing an air of elegance and grace. She observed the family scene with a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It seems we're witnessing history repeat itself, my dear. Draco was quite the Momma's boy when he was Scorp's age."
Draco feigned offense, his gray eyes sparkling mischievously. "I'll have you know, Mother, that I was the perfect gentleman even as a child. Scorp here is just lucky to have inherited my impeccable taste."
Y/n chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Indeed, Cissa. But I wouldn't have it any other way. It's a testament to the love they share with us and the familiarities they have with each other."
Draco's smile widened as he remembered his own childhood, the cherished moments he spent with his mother. He walked over to Narcissa and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Thank you, Mother. I never thought I would find a love like ours, but Y/n and Scorp have shown me that there is so much more to life than the prejudices I once held."
Narcissa observed the scene, her eyes brimming with joy. She whispered to Draco, "Look at them, Draco. Look at the family you've built. It's a testament to the person you've become."
Draco nodded, his gaze filled with gratitude. "Yes, Mother. I couldn't ask for anything more."
Scorp, feeling the weight of the conversation turn sentimental, wriggled out of Y/n's embrace and bounded toward his grandmother. "Grandma, come see what I drew! It's got wings and scales and it can breathe fire!"
Narcissa's eyes lit up with delight as she joined her grandson, encouraging him to describe his creation in vivid detail. The room filled with laughter and animated chatter, each member of the Malfoy family reveling in the joy of being together.
As the scene unfolded, Y/n and Narcissa shared a knowing glance, their amusement evident. They both knew that despite Draco's infamous past, his transformation into a loving husband and doting father had been nothing short of remarkable. And in their own unique ways, both Scorpius and Draco had embraced their shared bond as momma's boys, bringing warmth and happiness into their lives.
In that moment, surrounded by love and laughter, Draco couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. He had found redemption and happiness with the family he had once thought impossible. And as he looked at his wife and son, his heart swelled with love, knowing that his journey had brought him to this beautiful, cherished place.
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just a random thought :)
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