If you're still doing the number thing, then... 14 - Chubbydorf ('cause I'm a slut)
14-Overgrown (I suppose I’ll go Zelgan here since I already got some Chubbydorf going on in my Zelgan fics :P)
Ganondorf’s eyes trained on Zelda, his grip tight on the book in his hand as she made her way towards him. During their younger days, it had been customary for the both of them to sit by the warmth of the fireplace in the evening reading over documents and sometimes books before retiring to bed. Of course, in their senior years they still retained the same habit, though nowadays the Queen now made herself comfortable on his lap as opposed to her own chaise. Tonight was no different as she settled herself against his chest, her back pressed against his stomach as she unfurled the scroll in her hand.
“I suppose we should just burn your chair in lieu of firewood since you apparently don’t need it anymore,” the Gerudo said, irritation lacing his tone. Zelda just chuckled as she pressed herself tighter against him, the soft flesh around his belly making for a very cozy human beanbag. Ganondorf had finally come to terms with his body, carrying his extra weight rather proudly in fact. It was a sign that he had been successful in this lifetime, he had explained to her. Despite being comfortable with himself, however, it did irk him just a bit that Zelda like to remind him just how soft he had gone by snuggling against him in this manner every evening.
“Don’t be silly Ganondorf,” Zelda said offhandedly as her eyes scanned over the document before her. “I might need that chair when the grandchildren decided to use your overgrown belly to snuggle against instead. They certainly do when you tell them your stories.” She chuckled as she patted his stomach affectionately, earning herself a frown from the Gerudo. Shaking his head, he opened his book and continued to read where he had left off.
“Oh well, I tried,” Ganondorf said with a shrug as the Queen returned to reading her scroll. There were worse things out there than being this family’s human pillow, he surmised. A small smirk laced his lips; never in any lifetime, being the fierce Demon King that knew only battle and war, would he have thought that he would come to accept being cuddled in this manner every day. He decided this odd little fact was yet another marker of his immense success in this lifetime.