#ChainofHyrule

[chainofhyrule]

My Star

There were many so-called “simple pleasures” the Deity had given up hoping for, long ago. Those pleasures, it seemed back then, would forever evade his company. His only remaining hopes had been dashed over the long course of his imprisonment. He never pictured he’d have much of a life of his own, let alone a happy one, where he wasn't ever only needed as a weapon of war. Nor could he have imagined he’d ever be anything but just that; a mere tool made for destruction of mass proportions. Centuries spent as a weapon of war had sharpened his blade yet dulled his spirits, and he’d long ago convinced himself that this was it. That this was all there was to him. He’d even stopped seeing it as a problem.

…But then he met you.

You, so kind, so warm, and so gentle with him in every way, despite his lumbering size and threatening demeanour. Despite everything he was, and had been up to that point. He knew, and so did you, that all it would take was a flick of the wrist, and someone could get hurt, even if only unintentionally. When asked if that frightened you, you’d responded with a smile, and held his hand in yours with warmth entirely foreign to him. Yet it was not unwelcomed.

‘I trust that you wouldn’t, though. Even though you can…I trust that you wouldn’t.’

How the Deity’s heart leaped at the sincerity of your statement, at the time, was far beyond him. You were so small compared to him, so seemingly fragile in his hands. He was afraid to touch you at all for many days after his meeting you, for fear that he would mistakenly harm you. How could something as small and precious as you hold up to a god designed for war? Such a thought that you’d even be capable of such a thing had evaded him.

…Until he saw you in battle.

You belonged, he knew, with the gods. There was no changing his mind on the matter. The Deity even had to convince himself many times that he was not watching a dance or a show, but a fight. Your movements were so carefully precise, so fluid in delivery, and so graceful in execution, he couldn’t help but watch in sheer awe of your divine skills. You were the perfect epitome of beauty and strength, grace and skill. Your blade, barely even visible as you swung it, cut down enemies with such swiftness he had to wonder if you were secretly a deity yourself. However, he knew fate to be much less than kind, especially to you.

Your years would pass in the blink of an eye for the Deity, and he cursed the cruel hand of fate for such an atrocity. Without even so much as another second thought, he found himself wishing he hadn’t even wasted those precious days following your chance meeting, unwilling to even accept your walking beside him for the fear of somehow hurting you. Now, there was nothing he found himself wanting more than to have you by his side, every single day, while he still had you.

From that day forward, the Deity admits he tried forging some kind of connection. With you. He noticed you growing more bold in attempting a bond between yourself and him as well, and he was more than accepting of your affections. For instance, the Deity liked to say that he didn’t require much, so he scarcely ate at meals, if at all. You didn’t seem to take well to that. You even went so far as to force a bowl or plate in his hands, sitting pressed against him in some way to encourage him to eat. All he could think about in those times was how warm you felt against him, and how small, but he knew your capabilities. He always finished his helping.

You cared about him. He quickly found himself reciprocating that care, for you. So now, comparing himself now from the days following your meet, felt so…surreal. So…impossibly, wonderfully true. 

He had his back against a tree, sitting straight against it, with your cosy form nestled into the space he’d created for you by crossing his legs. The group of heroes had stopped in a small clearing along the road for the night, after a long day of trying to make it through a field of monster camps. The one called ‘Wild’ was cooking something in an iron pot, with the one called ‘Four’ helping to cut a few things for him. The one called ‘Wind’ was drawing with a stick in the dirt close by. The others each sat somewhere around the clearing, sleeping, or performing weapon or armour maintenance. You, however, seemed content to sit in the Deity’s lap, back against his chest, nose in a book.

The Deity couldn't help but notice how perfectly you fit in his embrace, his body surrounding yours like a living frame. You were so comfortable here, and so at peace. Soft sounds of entertainment left you every so often, from the book or from the group’s antics. Your laughter in response to some of their stories was perhaps the most divine sound he’d ever heard, and though he wished it were him bringing you such joy, he was glad to be here for the sound of it.

Perhaps it was uncalled for, but the Deity had a thought. You were cuddled so naturally against him, the scent of your shampoo—and what he assumed to be the worn pages of your book—assaulted his senses in all the best ways. You were the only thing on his mind, as you would always be. He wanted to somehow express his own content, as he was not always best with his words. You seemed to enjoy his touch, always reaching for it, even in the beginning.

The Deity hummed to himself, and hunched just slightly to wrap his arms around your waist. His chin rested on your shoulder, his nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Your startled little yelp amused him, though it caught the attention of the rest of the group. The Deity couldn’t bring himself to care much, however, as he had you.

You, so kind, so warm, and so gentle with him in every way. Should he not at least attempt to reciprocate those attributes? He wanted you to know how grateful he was to you, even if he couldn’t find ways to say it. You were worth every attempt, he thought—that, and anything and everything he could possibly give you. He’d gift you the very stars in the sky above if he could, until you beheld to him a galaxy in your eyes.

“Everything okay, Fierce?” you asked him softly, your book forgotten as you placed it on the ground at your feet. The Deity hummed again, into your neck, sending vibrations down your back. He noticed a slight shiver travel against his chest in return. How interesting.

“I am only making myself comfortable, my star.”

A breathy sound then left your lips, resembling a cross between a light chuckle and a happy exhale. He hoped he hadn’t startled you too much, but you’d surprised him when your hand reached up behind you to cup his jaw, and you twisted your neck to kiss his cheek in a lingering press. A great warmth flooded his chest at the simple gesture, spreading down to his fingertips in a curious phenomenon. One he’d never felt before, but longed to feel again.

When your lips left his cheek, he was perplexed to find how cold his skin felt in their absence. He resisted the urge to touch his fingers to the spot, instead clasping his hands around you.

“Fierce?”

Your voice sounded small. Perhaps it was to keep the others from listening, so he acknowledged you with an equally soft tone.

“Yes, star?”

He heard you exhale quietly, observing the way your cheeks pulled from behind—a sign you were smiling. He wished he could see it.

“Why do you call me your star?” you asked him, your hand falling from his jaw to brush against his hands across your waist. “It’s sweet.”

The Deity took a moment to consider his words, and looked up towards the night sky far above. He had so many things he wished to tell you about his choice of endearment, but struggled to find a way to express them. Eventually, he opted for simple honesty.

“Because, my love, before I had met you, my world only ever consisted of darkness. Confined to a mask, used only as a method of protection against foes of terrible sorts. When not of use, all I endured was a lightless and lonely shadow.” He buried his nose in your hair as he continued to speak, speaking quietly so the others—namely, his previous host—could not hear him. “Until I met you. You, my shining star, became my light—my beacon of guidance—leaving smaller stars in your wake for me to follow. You’ve given me hope for something…far greater than I’d previously thought possible. For that, I shall be forever grateful.”

The Deity took careful notice of your stillness, and leaned to try and get a look at your face. Had he frightened you somehow? He wanted to somehow explain that frightening you was not his intention. The last thing he wanted was to scare you away.

He expected your silence, perhaps not in this context however, but not the sudden strain of movement against his arms around you, as though you were trying to leave. The Deity felt his heart sink, his head feeling oddly heavy on his shoulders, but removed his hands to allow you to go. Even if every muscle in his body longed for you to stay. He would not force you.

He perhaps expected you to run to one of the others, maybe distance yourself from him. If that was your wish, he’d accept it, if somewhat reluctantly. He really didn’t expect you to only turn into him, your arms raising to hug his neck.

“You’re not alone here,” he heard you whisper into his ear, as you hugged him tighter. He didn’t want to move. “I won’t let you be.”

Any doubts clouding his mind cleared way for you, lining your path to his heart with warmth, and the Deity didn’t know how much more he could take before he really scared you away.

You held no shame in your actions, straddling his lap as you held onto his neck, your face buried in the crook of it. Your breath was so warm against his skin, your touch electric. Everything about you clouded his senses, but he’d be the last to wish it away. This was the closest you’d ever brought yourself to him, and the Deity hugged around your back to keep you there as long as he could. Strong arms supported you against him, and if any of the others had anything to say about the display, they kept it to themselves. He’d likely have ignored them anyway.

He had you. You were here, and you weren’t going anywhere. You had his heart in your hands, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit he was weak for you. He longed to have your heart, and he hoped this was a step in the right direction.

That, he thought, would be the greatest treasure imaginable.

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The Sounds of the Night

The sounds of the night, on some nights, were thought to be more than enough to calm the day’s troubled mind. Though the stretch of inactivity would make some of the group feeling more wary than rested, most agreed the sounds of nature had more of a calming effect than credited for.

…Time was not one of those people.

It wasn’t his fault, really. He refused to believe it was. He blamed Majora. The land of Termina, which was never far from his mind, had left more than just a scar on his face than the marks that mask could ever leave behind. The sounds of the night he too often associated with those nights he’d been forced to stay awake, oftentimes all three days straight, fighting to fix errors bigger than he should have been held accountable for. Over and over again, forced to watch the world around him crumble when he failed.

Full-mooned nights were so, so much worse, though. As were nights without a moon. He supposed he was lucky to find himself looking up at a perfect crescent.

With a sigh, he allowed his back to relax against the trunk of the tree he’d decided to rest against. The rest of the group were, one by one, nodding off around the dimly illuminating campfire. He watched with a bit of fondness as some of them subconsciously cling to whatever was close by. Most notably, Wild, to a very indifferent Twilight. Legend, to Hyrule’s arm. It was endearing, really. Then…well, there was you.

You were chatting away with the Captain, as well as Twilight, about things Time himself couldn’t even seem to keep up with. He was too caught up in simply watching your lips, and the way your hands moved to animate your story for the boys, who listened intently. Twilight nodded along, absently combing his fingers through the top of Wild’s hair. Warriors seemed to watch your hands just as Time had been, seemingly interested in the way they move. Perhaps that’s why you did it; you knew he would pay attention to you, that way. Or perhaps that was just a natural habit.

Either way…he was intrigued by you. Your humour, which rivalled that of any of the group. The way you spoke, the way you listened, and the way you cared for them…

Time let out a sigh, and let his head fall back against the trunk of the tree. He looked over at you once more, seemingly intrigued by your story. He smiles, too small to notice from your current distance. He fights every urge he has to stand up and pull you closer. Every urge to just grab you, hold you, and keep you close to him. Sure, it was selfish. Did he care?

…Admittedly, not as much as he should have. He deserved a good thing for himself every now and again. So did you. He’d give you the world, if he could. One free of danger, and sorrow, and free of anything that displeased you. …Surely, you deserved it?

The firelight died out within the hour, and Warriors had long since fallen asleep mid-conversation. The only ones still fighting slumber were yourself, the rancher, the vet some ways off, and Time himself. Your conversation with his descendant had died off a while ago, as well. You just sat in mutually comfortable silence for a while, until eventually, Twilight joined the majority, and drifted off to sleep with his arm draped protectively around Wild. The vet fought sleep for only a short while longer, eventually just leaving the two of you to the night.

There was a lot Time wanted to say. Even more he wanted to be able to do. However…he had to admit, he somehow found it in himself to enjoy the quiet. With you there…the sounds of the night weren’t so bad. Perhaps he understood why the others found such sounds soothing, after all.

Perhaps you had somehow heard his thoughts. How else could he explain the timing of your gaze falling upon him, your silhouette golden against the gentle flicker of the dying fire. In silence, the hero held out an arm in invitation, hand partially outstretched, smiling softly in your direction. A moment later, you half-rose from your spot at the fire, to join him against the tree line.

Your body nestled so perfectly against his, he thought. His arm fit perfectly around your waist, to pull you in closer. His body turned to accommodate your space, partially pulling you into his lap so you could lay against his chest.

Lucky for him, you were rather quick to snuggle back into him, which he took full advantage of. One arm around your waist, the other gently stroking your cheek, combing through your hair in soothing motions. A soft kiss was pressed to your temple.

Granted, he’d never, ever be one to question your affection. However…there was something different about how you tucked yourself under his chin. Your cheek was pressed into his collar. You’d always told him that he was a safe space…but he hadn’t truly understood the meaning of such words until now, he thinks.

No words were exchanged. No discussions over what could have been weighing you down. Perhaps he was looking too much into it. Perhaps not enough. There was little he knew in certainty, but the one thing he held to ring loud and true was his devotion to ensuring you were safe. Comfortable. Happy. If burrowing into him on a warm night as the owls sang from the branches far above was your idea of security, he’d gladly hold you until the end of his days. Gladly dedicate his energy to stroking your hair, or your skin.

As long as you felt safe.

…For you, he’d do it all.

Looking up at the moon above once more before settling with you in his arms, he supposed he ought to be grateful. Not just for its crescent shape, or even if it were to have no shape at all…but for allowing him to have met you.

…Seems the sounds of the night held such respect, as well.

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[chainofhyrule]

Warmth

“When I said ‘whatever helps you sleep at night,’ I didn’t exactly mean this.”

Snuggled up in the wolf pelt Twilight wore in the day, refusing to give it back due to the dropping temperatures of moonlight chill, Twilight had to admit, even if only to himself, that you looked quite cute. You sported a slight pout to your bottom lip, cheeks and nose pink from the cold.

Would he ever say any of this to your face, however? Probably. For now, he had to remind himself that his pelt was stolen goods.

“You should have better specified, then.”

Shaking his head, only partly annoyed (if even that,) he let out a short huff of breath that materialised into a soft plume in the cold. Several group members were seen shivering under their covers, which had long since been pulled tight around them. Since you’d already given your blanket to Time (he’d given his to Wind) all you had was Warriors’ scarf to keep you warm. Although it was soft, it wasn’t nearly enough to overcome the cold. So, when Twilight went to take a piss behind a bush somewhere, you decided to swipe the pelt from his bedroll.

He really couldn’t find it in himself to be upset, though…you just looked so…cute.

The rancher shrugged slightly, and turned to retrieve his blanket. You couldn’t read his expression, as he’d turned away too quickly, but when he stood up tall and strode over to your spot at the edge of the cluster of heroes, you saw a terrible grin adorning his features.

“Twi…what are you—”

Before you could even get your question out, Twilight had thrown his blanket over your head, no doubt watching you struggle. When you finally managed to wrestle your way out from under the assailing cloth, you came face-to-snoot with Wolfie, who wore on his face the equivalent of a sly human smirk.

“Very funny, Twi,” you grumbled, glaring at your wolf boyfriend with little enthusiasm.

The creature in front of you let out a little snuff through his nose, and opened his jaws to pant at you, which looked more like a cheeky wolf smile. It was a look Twilight gave you way too often, knowing full well of your fondness for Wolfie—and other dogs in general—and using it against you. You pouted hard for as long as you could, avoiding looking at Wolfie to the best of your capabilities.

Little shit just kept moving into your line of sight any time you turned your head, anyways.

“You’re a real ass when you want to be, you know that?”

Wolfie responded by doing that little happy dog wiggle as he tapped his front paw pads on the dirt, his tail wagging enthusiastically.

…Damn you and your weak resolve for cuteness.

Whatever reaction Wolfie was expecting, wasn’t what happened next. He yipped shortly in surprise when you suddenly grabbed him from just behind his front legs, and dragged him on his back paws into you. You tapped frustratingly at the base of his tail with one hand, a non-verbal signal for sit. Much to your surprise he listened, and you dragged him in closer to you. You caught sight of his tail wagging shortly before you half-covered him with the second blanket, and buried your fingers into the soft fur on the back of his neck. You scratched all the way up to his ears, glaring at him the entire time.

“I fucking hate you,” you said lowly, as you continued to scratch Wolfie behind his ears. “You have absolutely no right to be this damn cute as a dog.”

The wolf only responded by tapping his front paw on your leg a few times, pawing at you cutely. There was a shit-eating gleam in his eyes, which you frowned at.

As a yawn escaped from your mouth, Wolfie took a half scooch back, and repositioned himself to where he laid his head on your lap, looking up at you from a fixed position. His ears flattened against his head as he did so, and his tail, which now peeked out from the edge of the covers, wagged slightly.

“You’re lucky you're warm like this or I’d convince the Champion that you were a wild wolf, and we’d hunt you for sport.”

Another huff.

“I wonder how fast you’d have to run to dodge the volley of arrows.”

Huff, and turn off the head.

“What if he used a bomb arrow like he did on that moose?”

Now he whined.

“I bet grilled wolf tastes a lot like deer.”

A snuff, this time.

“Or wild boar. Ooh, or a cucco, even?”

You laughed when he suddenly looked up at you, and if ‘unamused’ was an entire expression a wolf could have, Wolfie would be radiating it.

It was a short while until you could feel yourself start to doze off, and Twilight only noticed because your fingers had stopped stroking the soft spot behind his ear. He looked up at you slowly, waiting until you were sound asleep before slowly tiptoeing (or the wolf equivalent of tiptoeing) backwards, wriggling out from under the cover you’d draped over him.

Watching you for a moment, Twilight almost hesitated returning to his human self. You loved Wolfie’s company, especially before you found out Wolfie was actually Twilight. Ever since, something there has been different—you didn’t look at Wolfie the same way anymore. The same way you would sometimes look a little different at Twilight. Honestly, he didn’t blame you; you’d shared a lot about your personal life with the wolf, not knowing he actually understood everything you were telling him. Or that he was also your boyfriend.

When Twilight revealed to you that he was Wolfie, he honestly expected you to hold some kind of distrust, or, goddess forbid, hatred towards him. Instead, you simply asked him how he tolerated mauling things to death.

“Twilight, those things were in your mouth, though? I’ve seen you bite at your own ass when you were itching. I’ve seen you whimper at a bird.”

Twilight should have felt relieved that you weren’t pushing him away, or breaking up with him, for that matter, but did you really have to remind him of all the times he’d played fetch with you to cheer you up? He supposed it wasn’t so bad for you to remember that though…he’d have done anything to get you to smile at him. As Wolfie or as Twilight.

After assuming his human form once more, Twilight simply watched you sleep for a minute before he lowered himself to sit beside you, lifting the second cover to wrap around himself as he pulled you into his lap, crossing his legs so you could sit in the gap. It wasn’t difficult to manoeuvre you into this position, so he took his time to not wake you from your slumber.

He was pleased to realise that, with him, you weren’t shivering anymore.

…Perhaps he really was lucky that he was warm enough for the both of you.

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[chainofhyrule]

Bridal Carry

“Please stop getting shot, it stresses me out.”

“Oh, well, if you don’t like it—”

“Behave, the both of you.”

Sitting, slumped over yourself against a charred tree, wasn’t as painful as you’d thought it’d be, all things considered.

All things being the fact that there was currently an arrow embedded in your thigh. Luckily it hadn’t gone all the way through like last time, but it still hurt like a bitch to move your leg.

It’d been Time’s brilliant idea this morning to stay put for the day, and for a while it worked out great. Everyone had so far spent their time fishing or swimming at the nearby lake, or napping under the shade of a tree, or simply sitting back and relaxing for once. When lunchtime rolled around everyone split in pairs to find provisions, and when they returned, you’d decided to help Wild cook. However, the smell of fresh fish and foraged goods seemed to attract a few…unwanted guests. Long story short, monsters were killed, but a few of you suffered some fairly painful injuries. Legend was stabbed in the shoulder, Four was suffering some sort of head trauma, and you had an arrow in your leg.

Could have gone worse, in all actuality. There’d been a couple infected Bokoblins among the horde of beasts, and a silver Moblin. Apparently you were all in Wild’s Hyrule. Good to know.

“Hold still, Y/n,” Twilight said through gritted teeth, as he laid one hand flat on your thigh around the arrow, and grabbed the arrow by the shaft. Tendrils of burning pain shot through your nervous system as he did so, but you clenched your jaw and threw your hands over your face to hide the pained expression causing some of the others to worry.

“Here,” said a voice to your left, seconds before you felt someone’s hands peeling yours away from your face. Your eyes met Wild’s, and he gripped your hands firmly in his.

“On three,” Twilight said, looking up at you.

“We both know you mean two, Ran—SHIT!”

With a sickeningly wet sound, the arrow was swiftly pulled from your leg, and with the sudden flex of your hands, there was no doubt that you brought hell to Wild’s poor fingers. If it really had hurt him, he said nothing, but simply watched as Hyrule dove in with a cloth of some sort to slow the bleeding as his healing magic began to bathe his hands in a soft blue light.

“I also never said I was going to count it out loud,” Twilight said with an apologetic softness to his features, tossing aside the arrow after inspecting it for damage to indicate whether a part of it was still embedded in your skin or not.

You glared harshly at the hero, sure as rain that you’d come to see his logic later on, but hated him for it for now.

Soon after Hyrule’s hands began to glow, the sweet relief of coolness began washing over your muscles, and you could actually feel the fibres of your leg begin to mend like fabric. It was an odd sensation masked by a subtle coolness, but it brought such ease to your body that you let your head fall back into the trunk of the tree and sighed.

“Remind me to never take you for granted, ‘Rule,” you said through a sigh, earning a slight chuckle from the hero as the coolness dissipated, and you could once again move your leg in peace.

“It was nothing, Y/n,” the boy said sheepishly, raising his hand to scratch at the back of his neck. “It’s just what friends do.”

Sitting forward, you only just then realised that Wild had let go of your hands. For some reason that made your heart seem to want to beat a little slower, and you suddenly felt the need to make some kind of contact with him. So, under the excuse of swaying slightly, you shot your hand up to land on his outstretched arm. He gripped you tight in return, a worried pinch separating his brows.

“I don’t know what goes on in your era, ‘Rule, but I can’t name a single friend I have in mine who would even come within ten feet of me if I showed them that there was an arrow sticking out of my leg.”

This seemed to make Hyrule laugh, if only slightly, and he sat back with ease, bumping softly into Legend as he did so.

“Well then, call it a kind gesture from a friend.”

You nodded once, and was surprised to find yourself actually beginning to feel lightheaded. Wild seemed to have noticed, as did Warriors on your other side, who each shot a hand out to splay themselves flat against your back. Wild’s arm was still held out for you to hold your grip.

“Sorry, Y/n. Despite the healing process fixing up the flesh, you did still lose a good amount of blood between getting shot and pulling the thing out. Take it easy for a while—same goes for both Legend and Four.”

The two heroes, upon hearing their names, offered weak sounds of acknowledgment. Four gave a halfhearted thumbs-up.

“Let’s get these three back to the camp. Champion.”

Wild’s head looked up to face Time, but his body remained sturdy as a rock for you to hold on to.

“Yeah?”

“Got anything in that slate they can eat to get back on their feet? Four’s got a concussion, and Legend and Y/n need something to accommodate for the blood loss.”

Wild, oddly enough, seemed hesitant to release his grip on you, but after a moment’s stare from Time and Twilight, he slowly let your hand fall, and let Warriors take charge on keeping you upright. He pulled the Sheikah Slate from his hip, and began tapping at it.

“I might have to go and forage for something. Most of what I had went into lunch. Didn’t have much before that to begin with.” 

Time looked briefly between you, Legend, and Four with a concerned twitch in his brows, before turning back to Wild.

“Then we’ll forage for now. Those of us who can will get closer to those peaks to fish in the river that seems to run through them. You say some of them have unique properties, Champion?” The hero nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Alright. Twilight, then, you’re coming with me to the peaks.”

From here the group started to split, Warriors taking the lead in getting you to your feet. Despite the pain in your leg being gone, it still felt as though you couldn’t trust it. You favoured it greatly for some reason, but with your absence of balance, you ended up falling into Wild. He caught you swiftly, his hands splayed out against your middle and back. Warriors copied the action on your other side.

“It’s not safe for them to walk like this,” Warriors commented, and he cast a glance at Legend. The vet also seemed to be having some balance issues, though he was much more stubborn than you were, and pried Hyrule’s and Sky’s hands off of him before falling forward into a bush. A string of curses fell with him, and he reluctantly let Time pull him to his feet.

“Should we carry them back to camp, then?” you heard Hyrule say, before Legend scoffed.

“Anyone carrying me back to camp gets kicked in their sleep,” he spat, before swaying slightly on his feet. Hyrule only rolled his eyes.

“Vet, you can’t even stand.” The traveller looked over at you, watching as Warriors left you in Wild’s hands to pick up your shield. “Can they be carried?”

Wild looked at you for a moment before you shrugged, honestly not minding either way. Being carried might go quicker, though. Legend could just ride Epona, or something.

“Arm over my shoulder,” Wild told you shortly, and you obliged. Then, in one surprisingly swift movement, the Champion had swooped with one hand behind your back and the other behind your knees, lifting you with ease into a bridal carry.

Warriors whistled at the display, and Sky looked over with a soft smile. You, however, were not expecting it nearly as much as you thought you were. Your hands flew behind Wild’s neck as you shrieked, pressing the left side of your body closer into his chest.

“Give a better warning, next time!”

Wild laughed unapologetically, bouncing you slightly in his arms as he did. In this moment he looked so carefree and—dare it be said—relaxed. Happy. It was hard to stay mad at him for long.

‘You’re lucky you’re cute when you smile,’ you thought.

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[chainofhyrule]

Under the Starry Night Sky

“Is there truly anything more relaxing than watching the world go up in flames? Name one thing, I’ll bet you can’t.”

“Being the one to strike the flint.”

Eyes of similar shades of blue and green all turned to look at you as the sound of your blade striking the flint in your hand echoed across the small clearing they’d found for a camp. There’d been an eerie glow to follow after as you set the campfire ablaze, and you met nine mismatched gazes with an innocently deranged glint in your eye. You only smiled, and put the flint back into your bag with a little chuckle.

“Have neither of you heathens heard of tea? Or maybe fishing?” Legend made an interesting gesture of holding a cup, looking at Wild incredulously. “Reading a book, even?”

Wild shared with you a doubtful look, and he cackled, speaking through his laughter.

“We’ll take an energising elixir and shock arrows over tea and a fishing line any day, thanks.”

You caught several members of the group rolling their eyes, some laughing, as you took the cooking pot out of Wild’s Sheikah Slate.

“As far as reading goes, Vet,” you mused, adding fuel to the fire (literally, and metaphorically,) “I’m not even sure Wild would use a book as anything more than a fire starter.”

Said hero only shrugged as a few members of the group, mostly Warriors, as he was currently reading a book, started poking fun. Wild only raised his hands in defence as he began walking over to you to get his slate back to start swiping through inventory.

“I’m just saying, they’re nice and flammable! Who cares about reading when you’re cold and in the wild?”

Time set down a piece of his armour that he’d been cleaning, and sat forward with his elbow on his knee. The whole image screamed ‘tired dad energy.’

“What of your warming potions, or layers?”

“Or those ruby earrings Y/n wears, or the diadem?” Hyrule asked, sitting back against the tree he’d collapsed against earlier. You only shrugged, peeking over at Wild as he handed you a few things to start prepping for dinner.

“I didn’t have them yet,” the hero said simply, looking over at you almost fondly, watching your hands as they worked. “It was early in my journey, anyways. Didn’t even know potions were a thing yet.”

Some of the group nodded in understanding. It was rare for them to hear about a time in Wild’s journey from before he met you, or Wolfie. They thought little of it, though. You, however, were close enough beside him that you noticed a twinge of remembrance in his dulled blue eyes. From the slight twitch in his expression—too small for any to have seen or acknowledged but you—it was something bad.

On your journey together, Wild had told you about everything he’d remember as he recalled it. When it was something good, there’d be a slight smile on his face when he came back from blankly staring into space. When it wasn’t, his eyes would cast themselves down in the dirt. Either way, you were always there for him. Just as you intended to be now.

“I’m lucky I found Y/n when I did, though,” Wild said softly, and his expression turned to that of joy. Everyone looked back up at him to see it. “I doubt I’d even be here if it wasn’t for them.”

Shoving the hero’s shoulder lightly, you couldn't help but groan in annoyance and roll your eyes.

“Yeah, lucky I didn’t kill you before I saw that Hinox!”

Wild barked out a laugh, surprising the others. Some of them laughed along, while others smiled happily. It was rare to see the champion so at ease, and until they’d picked you up from Wild’s Hyrule, they honestly thought such an expression on him was impossible. Whatever the two of you had gone through, at least Wild hadn’t had to go through it alone.

You were just as wild, crazy, and recklessly daring as he was. It was frightening. You were good for him though. That much they knew.

Twilight was your biggest advocate, though.

After a full dinner of prime meat and rice bowls (courtesy of yours and Wild’s superior hunting skills and Warriors’ rupees two towns back,) the group was quick to fall asleep. You offered to take first watch, as you were always more of a night person. Wild agreed to take second, and Twilight third.

So far in the night, the only sounds to keep you company were that of the crickets, the breeze, the crackling fire, and the boys’ snoring. It almost reminded you of your travels before meeting the group, where you’d often been alone under these kinds of stars. Until you heard Warriors grunt in his sleep, and remembered you were practically babysitting nine irresponsible heroes at the moment. Some liked to say that Time was responsible and grown, but you knew the truth. He was just as much a gremlin as Wind and Wild, if you gave him the chance. Which you often did.

It was almost an hour to Wild’s shift when you started to feel your eyes growing heavy, and had to shake your head a couple times to keep yourself awake and (somewhat) alert. However, just after shaking your head for something like the twentieth time, you felt hands grip your shoulders from behind. On a normal occasion you would have jumped or swung, but you recognised the way their fingers pressed into your muscles.

“Trouble staying awake, Y/n?”

Nodding wordlessly, you made room for your partner on the log he’d dragged over to the fire earlier, welcoming his company.

“You’re not supposed to be up for another half hour,” you mumbled, giving in to his arm wrapping around you to pull you in. You soon felt his cloak being wrapped over you, too, and a kiss was pressed to your temple.

“I guess I didn’t want to leave you all alone out here,” he said in a faux suave voice, wriggling his brows as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing out loud.

“That was disgusting,” you teased, and Wild quieted his laughter into your neck. “Did you learn that one from Warriors?”

“Am I that transparent?”

You raised a brow and looked up at him, smiling.

“You want me to be honest?”

Dropping his jaw in feigned offence, he slapped a hand over his chest and looked at you in fake hurt.

“My own partner in crime and life,” he said dramatically, “has hurt me so that I cannot bear to take to heart her offence!”

“Oh my goddess, Link,” you managed between hushed laughter, slapping your own hands over your mouth to lower the risk of waking any of the others.

“If I cannot maintain my unpredictability, then whoever shall I be?”

“Link, for the love of the goddess—”

“Oh, how you have hurt me so, my beloved,” he continued, threatening to crack with every word. “Have I not been faithful to you, my love?” He dramatically stood before you and kneeled to take one of your hands, and you fought the laughter until there were tears in your eyes.

“Link.”

The hero finally broke down, and his face flopped forward into your lap to muffle the sound of his laughter. You fell forward onto his back, trying so hard not to wake the others.

It was nice to feel so carefree, but if yours and his combined laughter woke anyone—goddess forbid Warriors or Time—you’d never hear the end of it. However, you couldn't bring yourself to care much about the risk. If Wild was happy sharing new moments like this with you, then you were ecstatic.

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[chainofhyrule]

Calling him by name

Warriors couldn’t even remember the last time he’d gotten to take a soak like this in waters that weren’t in the middle of the woods, in a river, or in a secluded pond.

Honestly speaking…it felt somewhat lonely.

It’s so far been four long days of non-stop walking, with minimal breaks, and several random monster attacks. Every time Time had even tried to let the group take a rest longer than half an hour, their position was always given away by some random Bokoblin or a Keese flying above, and they were swarmed in minutes. Luckily it wasn’t difficult to wipe them out, but ambush upon ambush had quickly taken its toll on the group.

As a Captain in his Hyrule, Warriors had felt each time that it was partly his fault--despite knowing logically it wasn’t true--that they were made to be such easy pickings. Perhaps if he’d led the others a little better, or kept his senses tuned to his surroundings a little more, or at least done a better job at keeping up the group's morale, perhaps they wouldn’t all be so tired. So tired that many of them couldn’t even be bothered to soak in the large baths of the inn they’d finally managed to come across in some desolate little town in Time’s Hyrule.

Many of the heroes of the group had opted for a bed over the baths, notably Time, Wild, Legend, you, and Wind. Twilight and Hyrule dipped for a few minutes to get the dirt and blood out of their hair and off their skin, though they towelled off not long after. That left himself, Four, and Sky to long-term access to the baths, at least until morning when the others would take their turns after sleeping in until about noon. Not that Warriors really blamed them.

He could easily see himself sleeping for at least a good 12 hours, if he had the opportunity to do so.

Four was the first of the trio to leave, bundling himself up in a warm towel that looked more like a large blanket due to how small he seemed in comparison. Sky left not long after, after having accidentally fallen asleep against the ledge. He was lucky, Warriors thought, that he hadn’t slipped. Waking up underwater like that would not have been an enjoyable experience, for sure.

Only in his solitude, did Warriors realise how truly tired he was. Without eyes looking to him for advice, or goddess forbid for leadership, he let his entire body sink back against the ledge, his arms behind him to hold him up. He hadn’t realised how tense his shoulders and back were, or his neck. Even his jaw was sore from clenching it all day, and though he tried to let himself relax, his body wouldn’t give to the temptation.

He wondered silently for a moment if you were alright. He actually didn’t know if you’d opted for a bed over the baths, just that you hadn’t come to this bath.

Despite his best efforts—per the norm—his mind succumbed to the thought of you. Your entire inclusion to the group was by mere coincidence, but it just happened to turn into the best “happy accident” of his life. Everything Warriors lacked could easily be found in you. You were smart on and off the battlefield, and magnificent despite having little to no formal training of any kind. You held your own surprisingly well in any confrontation, with such a lightness on your feet Warriors couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. Hands somehow gentle and strong at the same time, tending to wounds with such care one could forget there was ever any pain at all. Yet those same hands could mow down three Bokoblins at once with one of Wild’s weird, glowing, saw-like weapons. You were such a wonder. Warriors often found himself distracted by your face in his mind, your seemingly immaculate grace, and your name. A name he could never get tired of hearing.

Warriors groaned as he shifted on his arms, and his shoulder popped in protest. Water sloshed around his chest as he moved, attempting to stiffly roll his shoulders and (hopefully) ease the soreness there. He wondered how Time could walk around full-plate when he himself could barely handle the mail he wore under his tunic, and the scarf.

Many fruitless attempts at massaging his own shoulders soon prompted him to stop, realising he was only making it worse. He turned to face the ledge, and raised his elbows to prop himself up. Resting his chin in the gap of his folded arms, Warriors let out a prolonged yawn and found himself fighting the sudden heaviness of his eyelids.

Just five more minutes, and he’d towel off and go to bed.

Sudden footsteps from ahead caused Warriors’ head to suddenly snap up, his eyes open and full-alert. When you, small in comparison to the tall wooden slats in place of the doors, appeared, Warriors mentally cursed himself for reacting to the sound the way he did. What, did he think a Moblin had somehow snuck its way into the bath? What was he gonna do, run at it naked with a loofah brush? If Wild could storm a Bokoblin camp with nothing but a soup ladle, he supposed it could have been possible…

Wait.

You were here.

Warriors was here.

You seemed to have yet to change out of your garb.

Warriors was stark naked under alarmingly not-as-sudsy-as-before water.

It wasn’t that Warriors really had anything to be ashamed of—surely the ladies and gents of his Hyrule assured him of that—but for some reason he started feeling awfully self-conscious when you actually started walking towards him. The smile painting your face did something strange to his heart, and he felt betrayed by the warmth spreading to the tips of his ears. He raised his non-burnt hand to wave at you shortly, lowering himself a little further down into the water.

“Hey there, Captain,” you greeted, your smile a rude contrast to the dark shadow under your eyes. You seemed quite tired, and rightfully so.

“I’d have thought you’d’ve gone to bed by now,” Warriors said through a yawn, to which you only scoffed.

“I could say the same to you.”

Warriors noticed that you made no move towards the changing room, but towards the ledge where Warriors was resting. Perhaps you were waiting for him to finish?

“If you need solitude, I can leave you be. I’m about done here, anyways.” Warriors let his offer hang in the air for a few seconds before moving to raise himself out of the water, surprised when you spoke up to actually stop him.

“You don’t have to go yet,” you said slowly, and slightly slurred from exhaustion. “I just came to make sure you didn’t drown in here, since no one has seen you in almost an hour, now.”

Warriors was shocked to hear how long he’d been here since Sky left, as it didn’t feel like it’s been an hour at all.

“Ah, well,” he said slowly. “I apologise. I didn’t realise how much time had passed.”

Warriors’ eyes shot up to yours, surprised by the sudden sound of your laughter echoing off the walls.

“Come on, Captain, you don’t have to sound all formal with me. Nor do you have to apologise.” Warriors noticed your voice took on a more sincere tone, and it calmed him. “I think out of all of us you’ve definitely earned this break.”

Warriors only really tilts his head at your statement at first, confused.

“What do you mean by that, exactly?”

You lost yourself in thought for a moment before speaking, and decided to make yourself more comfortably seated.

“Next to the Old Man, you’ve probably got the majority of the weight of everyone’s well-being on your shoulders. You were a captain in your Hyrule, after all. Not that you need me to tell you that.” You moved a little closer to Warriors, and crossed your legs to hold your crossed ankles. “You don’t have to worry about leading us like an army, Link.”

Warriors was almost stunned by the simple statement, and his name—his name—on your lips. Not “Warriors” or “Captain,” but Link. His heart fluttered lightly in his chest at the softness in your eyes, directed straight at him.

“Turn around,” you say simply, and surprisingly sternly. It reminded Warriors of the tone of voice Time used often on Wind and Wild.

Warriors did his best with stiff shoulders to turn himself around, doing his best to not show the discomfort on his face. He doubted it worked, though. You were probably the best of the group at detecting anyone’s pain. Whether or not it showed on their faces.

Warriors left no room for confusion at your order—not request—but kept it to himself. He was about to ask, until he felt your hands begin to knead at the tense muscle in his shoulders, neck, and back. Every time you pressed your fingers—which were quite dexterous, he noted—into a knot and worked it out, Warriors let out soft sighs of relief. This seemed to encourage you, and you let out little chuckles of your own.

“You alright there, Link?”

His name on your lips once more, had been the final push Warriors needed to finally relax, his body melting under your skillful touch, your soft breath in his hair, and the warmth of your body seated behind him. He exhaled deeply, and hummed in content.

“Absolutely divine.”

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[chainofhyrule]

Hi! I did read the rules and saw nothing about this beinga no but feel free to ignore this of you cant/don't want to/not comfortable with this, I saw you request where open and wanted to request a cuddley/touch starved hyrule, like he wants to cuddle and be held but doesn't know how to ask for it so instead he does other little things like, sitting more closely to reader or leaving leaves in his hair cause he knows reader will pick them out or even food or dirt on his face, I'll leave it to you to decide if reader catches on or not on whats he's doing, it can either be romantic or platonic (I prefer romantic but you do what your comfortable with), please and thank you 💚

Sorry for the wait! It’s kinda short, but honestly—✨fluff✨

Such cute asks! Thank you both so, so very much!!!

(and thank you anon—I will try to remember)

Roses Without Thorns

Hyrule was never good at holding a smug face for long. Sure, when he was joking with the others, he could snicker and grin just as well as any of the rest of them…but when it came to you? He couldn’t hold smugness in his eyes to save his life.

According to the vet, his eyes practically turned to hearts, instead.

There was little Hyrule felt he could do about his view of you. You always just seemed so…kind to him. You cared for him. You…cared for all of them, really, but…Hyrule couldn’t help but hope. After all…you were always more than willing to help him out whenever he’d asked…

Currently, he sat in the dirt in front of you, his back propped up against your shins. Behind him, you sat comfortably on a log in the clearing Wolfie had found for the group to settle for the evening. As some of the others had begun to peel away layers of armour, Hyrule had come to you requesting some help detangling his hair from the tumble he had taken through some bushes downhill earlier. It had left several small twigs, leaves, and even pieces of soft bark in his hair, which you agreed to help with in a heartbeat. That smile on your face as you beckoned for him to sit…

Hyrule’s fantasies were plucked too soon by a couple of the others, namely the Captain and the Sailor, approached with inquisitive eyes, and knowing smirks.

He couldn’t bring himself to pay too much attention to their words; as far as he knew, they were just babbling about something unimportant. All Hyrule could seem to focus on was your hands in his hair, carefully pulling out twigs and leaves, as your fingers gently combed through a few tangles, as well.

It was always nice, he thought, to be taken care of so carefully. So considerably. It wasn’t something he was used to. Sure, to be taken care of by his brothers was one thing…but with you it just felt…nicer. Warmer. Like he could easily just spend hours right here, as long as he could stay sitting next to you.

He worried this made him come off as clingy, or strange. Always trying to find an excuse to feel just a glimpse of that warmth again. Maybe asking for help to detangle his hair. Maybe wiping his cheek for him when his hands were full. Maybe just…walk next to him, so he has someone to talk to?

Goddess above, he must seem like such a loser…vying for attention like a touch-starved child. He hoped…you didn’t mind. There would always be that little voice in his head telling him he was bothering you, though. Despite how strongly he wished it wouldn’t.

It was the only downside to wanting to be closer to you. There were nine of them, after all. Nine heroes of courage, all equally as entitled to your attention as the others. Was he selfish for wanting your attention to himself like this? Even if only for a little bit? Whatever the answer, and whatever the case…he didn’t want to back off. He liked being close to you. He liked talking to you. He liked being your friend.

…He liked you.

The atmosphere was calm, at least. Wild was at the cooking pot, with Four and Twilight at his either side to help. Time sat close behind, removing his gauntlets. The others all seemed to be doing their own things, with the two of you tucked somewhat close to the edge of the clearing. That was fine, though. He liked the space. He loves his brothers, of course…but he just wanted to enjoy the serenity of your proximity for a bit, is all. Nothing wrong with that, right?

…Right?

Hyrule wasn’t sure how long had passed until you had seemed to manage to free his hair from the terrible mess he’d put it in. When you announced that it was done, he smiled, and ran his own fingers through his hair, surprised at the absolute lack of knots or plant life of any kind. He craned his neck back to look up at you, his head fallen back over your knees. It was…perhaps a bit too cute.

“Thank you, y/n,” he said quietly, smiling as though there was nothing better in the world to smile about.

You nodded in return, and gave your own warm little grin, crooked, and perfect. Your hands rested on your thighs, and Hyrule had to consciously restrain himself from wanting just a little bit more…maybe a hug? Would you give him one, if he asked? He was sure you would…you were just too nice not to. But…the question was…could he ask?

Seems he didn’t need to. A minute or so had passed of him just sitting in front of you, unwilling to move just yet. Despite Hyrule’s own worries or insecurities…you enjoyed spending this time with him, as well. Having someone to look out for, even if there were 8 others, was nice. Having someone want your company, or your conversation, or even just your presence…was nice.

When Hyrule made no effort to move, you decided he ought not to feel he had to. So, you bent forward a bit, and wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind.

Hyrule, in no short order, froze. You were hugging him. He didn’t even have to ask! You were so warm…he loved it.

…Perhaps this wasn’t too bad.

Actually, no, he loved it. Loved being close to you. Loved talking to you. Loved being your friend.

…And who was he fooling, really?

He loved you.

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[chainofhyrule]

Incomparable

If there was only to be one thing in the universe which the deity could wish for, it would be for the gods to strip him of his immortality.

A life in which he is forced to only be able to remember moments like this, never to hold you in his arms again, never to hear your laughter again, or watch as joy creeps into your eyes at the simplest of things again, sounded like torture.

How could the hand of fate be so cruel as to only make you mortal?

He would be lying to himself if he said he tried not to think about your mortality—the constant force of fleeting life which would never release you until you someday died. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t bring his heart to tears at night, when he knew no one would be up.

Oh, how you held him around your finger so easily…so completely. He would face hell if it meant he could fall into your arms afterwards. The sun itself could hold no torch to your radiance, he thinks. Nor could the very essence of the sky itself, or even the stars. If he could, he’d gift them to you. Every star, he thinks, holds a reason why he has fallen so deeply in love with you. Countless dots of lights in the sky to hold his reasons, end yet, even then…there could never be enough stars in the sky for every reason.

He counted them often, on long nights where he relieved his former host of overnight watch shifts. Every last star held a reason. He relayed the rest of his reasons to the moon.

It was never enough.

On nights like tonight, where there was no moon but many stars, he sought out the constellations. Each one held a story.

He was much more fascinated in your stories, though.

He will be the first to admit, he was completely, entirely, devoted to you. No matter what the world may say to try and convince him that his time would be better spent elsewhere…he would return to you. Every single time.

Wind through his hair snapped him from his thoughts, and he found himself looking down at you. You seemed so comfortable here, in his lap, back to his chest as you slept. Your eyelids fluttered to the beat of your dreams. Every so often you let out a soft sound of sleep; each bringing a slight upturn of a smile to his face.

It was early in the night when you’d fallen asleep, having previously been telling the deity of the time you once managed to startle his former host—‘Time,’ he was called now—into a shriek. The soft vibrations of your voice against his chest made him feel warm inside, in ways he was entirely unfamiliar with until he met you. You were quite expressive with your hands, as well. They waved around, making small visual movements as you retold your stories to him, your smile audible in your voice. It was quite cute, he thought.

The blanket you hugged around yourself in slumber had shifted, and, with one arm still around your waist to rub small circles onto your stomach with his thumb, he stretched the other to fix it. He felt eyes on him, but did not mind.

“Is there something I can do for you, young one?”

He did not turn his head towards the group, all of which sat nearby, around the fire. His eyes remained down on you, and he rubbed his hand along your stomach in slow motions. He was rewarded by a soft hum of satisfaction.

“Are they okay?”

The one called ‘Wind’ sounded worried, though it was plain in his voice that he was fighting not to show it. The deity hummed, nodding.

“They will be alright. They are stronger than a simple stomach bug, after all.”

A short chorus of approving sounds found his ears, and the sounds of footsteps followed shortly after. Slow, and heavy.

The Captain.

“I wonder what they dream of when you’ve got them there like that,” he says slowly, gesturing to you. “That’s the most comfortable they’ve looked since this morning.”

The deity did not raise his gaze. Instead, he tilted his head ever so slightly to get a glimpse of your profile. Flushed cheeks, from your fever. Your hair falling into your face, as it had been left alone today due to your fatigue. The slightest pout to your bottom lip, from the discomfort in your belly. The deity felt for you. So, he held you.

That always seemed to lift your mood.

“Are you surprised?”

A beat of silence passed, where nothing was said. When words finally fell into the open space, they were not of the Captain’s, but of the one called ‘Sky.’ His tone was soft, per the usual, but always with the strength of a warrior just under the surface. He could command armies if he so wanted, though the deity doubted he did.

“They love you. It’s not surprising to know that they feel comfortable with you.”

Though it was a simple statement, the deity couldn’t help but revel in the warmth in his chest. Indeed, you did. You had told him this many times. That never stopped the words from making home in his heart.

“You love them, too.”

The voice of his former host startled the deity, though it didn’t show outwardly. His hands both rested over your aching belly, rubbing gently.

“That I do.”

Another long beat passed of silence. The deity didn’t mind, nor would he have minded conversation. All he really cared about was you. Were you too hot? Were you cold? In pain? Thirsty? Tired?

“I’m glad you’ve found happiness, Deity.”

Time’s voice was low, though not begrudging, or bitter. His words sounded and felt genuine in their intent.

“Thank you.”

His eyes flicked up, once, as he spoke. Every one of the boys was looking back at him, or at you. Watching his movements, however small, with interest. He didn’t blame them. There was no doubt his previous host had told them all about him. Perhaps referred to him as a weapon only to be used in the toughest of battles, or the most difficult hardships. He was a war deity, after all. Yet…

He was the only one you felt comfortable enough to sleep against. He was the one who held your heart in his hands, despite them being much bigger than yours. He was the one you coddled, and fawned over on the daily.

He was the one you trusted to rub your belly aches away.

You stirred in his arms, but did not wake. A soft groan spilled from you, and you hugged the blanket tighter around yourself.

So he kissed your head and went back to massaging your belly.

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Can’t Lose You

“Y/N!!!”

The sounds of frantic footsteps echoed like thunder somewhere above, the blood rushing to your ears sounding like heavy rain. The rise and fall of your chest burned like fire, and each breath felt weaker than the last. You felt warm, but also numbingly cold.

What the hell just happened?

Your vision, by the time you sensed movement, had begun to blur. Figures rushed at you through the darkness—why was it so dark, anyways?—and stopped to crowd around you. You tried turning your head, but couldn’t. Why did your neck hurt?

“Y/n, you’re gonna be okay,” you heard from the person closest to you, and your eyes drifted up to see a face. You recognised that face.

“Link,” you mumbled meekly, and your lips pulled into a weak smile. The person who’d spoken to you had tears in his eyes. Why was he crying?

“Wars, keep her awake,” another voice said, and you finally managed to turn your head.

There was a whole group of people around you. They looked scared. You seemed to be sitting against something warm, and wet. Was it water? Why was it so warm on your back?

“Y/n, hey, look at me.” You turned your head back to the first guy, and his face got so close to yours, you could feel his breath on your cheeks. “You’re so strong, Y/n, you know that?”

You could feel your eyes start getting heavy, and you were growing increasingly tired.

“Stay with us, Y/n,” he said, and you felt a slight pressure on your forehead. “You’re strong. So, so strong.” His voice cracked, you noticed. It made you sad.

“Y/n, stay awake!”

Whoever that was sounded really far away. He sounded kinda young, too. Why was there a kid here? Wasn’t this a dungeon?

You started to remember. There were monsters, you were pretty sure. You fell from a high-up ledge and twisted your ankle before that, though. You weren’t fast enough on a lame ankle to dodge all of them.

“Y/n, please…”

You turned your head up to see him. Tears spilt down his cheeks, now, and he looked terrified. His hair was wet with crimson. He must have fought away the monsters. It also stained his face, and the blue scarf around his neck. All he seemed to care about was you, though.

Your eyes felt really heavy, now. You wanted to sleep. You didn’t want to make him worry, though.

“Link…” His hands, which were really warm, gripped yours. They trembled.

“Just a little while longer, sweetheart, okay? You’re doing so, so great.”

You weren’t sure what he was talking about. What were you doing? All you were doing was sitting there. Your eyes drifted downward—maybe he saw something you didn’t. However, when you saw yourself, you weren’t sure how to react.

Your entire tunic was stained in crimson, and it didn’t seem to be stopping. There were deep gashes in your middle, visible through the torn fabric of the ruined tunic. You couldn’t even feel them.

“...‘M cold…”

“Wars…”

You could slowly feel yourself slipping away. You didn’t want to go, though. Someone started crying. It wasn’t the person next to you, though. He made no sounds like that. His forehead rested against your temple, and you could hear his breaths next to your ear. They sounded broken, like glass.

“Y/n…you’re so strong…”

You didn’t like how his voice sounded so sad. You felt someone else grab your other hand, since the first was still in his. It felt warm, too.

“Wars…!”

You heard him gasp, if only lightly, like it got caught in his throat. Your hand started feeling much warmer. The last thing you heard before your eyes finally drifted shut, was him.

“Y/n…you’re gonna be okay…”

I love you.

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Accidentally (Not) At Fault

“Goddess above, champion, please tell me you’re not about to jump off of a mountain.”

The hero in question looked over at you to his right, turning away from the eldest of the group to shoot you a playful, somewhat sheepish grin. He shrugged, and turned back to face Time, his excitement evident in his voice when he next speaks.

“There’s snow at the bottom.”

Despite his excitement, Time still didn’t quite seem convinced it was a good idea. If anything, Wild’s excitement only deepened the pit of unease.

“Surprisingly, that does absolutely nothing to ease my concerns.”

You peeked around the champion’s form standing between you and Time, grinning.

“Worrywart.”

Wild snickered, much to Time’s unamusement. Could he really be blamed though?

Having landed in his Hyrule, the champion had decided to bring the group to each of the three springs, since they were kinda stuck on where they were supposed to go from here in the overall path of following this shadow across the plains of time. Not his suggestion, but his Zelda’s. Which honestly surprised him, since she herself stopped praying to the statues long ago.

Even if she vowed to never set foot on Mount Lanayru again, perhaps it would bring some comfort to the heroes. Even if…not all of them could step foot on the mountain.

One perk of the large mountain was the steep descent, especially considering it was one of Wild’s favourite mountains to shield surf his way down from. When he expressed his fondness to you, offering to teach you how to shield surf, you were beyond ecstatic. Some of the others—mostly the eldest hero—weren’t as enthusiastic about the idea.

“It’s not like it’d be a hard landing, Old Man! Besides, Wild’s a pro!”

Okay, perhaps that was placing a bit too much faith in his teachings. The first few times he surfed down this mountain…it didn’t go so well. At all. He was fairly certain he still had the scar on his elbow from tumbling right into a Lizalfos camp.

“It’s a mountain.”

“A snowy mountain!”

Knowing he couldn’t get through to you, Time pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. There was only one person in the group you listened to, and he’d elected to stay behind, with Wild’s Zelda, Hyrule, and Legend in Hateno Village. Much like Wild, you largely answered only to him.

“Fine then, but if you crash and somehow burst into flames, you’re Wild’s problem.”

Grinning like a fool, you nodded once in an exaggerated manner, and turned to Wild.

“Looks like I’m your problem, now,” you jested, folding your arms over your chest, almost proudly.

Despite everything, Wild was still excited to teach you. Hopefully he could teach you as well as Selmie had taught him, making up for what he lacked with enthusiasm.

Hopefully.

Pulling a Kite Shield from his slate, Wild also pulled out a Knight’s Shield for himself, explaining the simpler tips Selmie had taught him his first time as he did, looking up every once in a while to see your beaming, excited smile. It sent a good feeling to his chest, seeing you so happy like this.

“You got all of that?”

Looking over the edge of the blanketed mountain slope, and back at Wild, you nodded. Your eyes shone with excitement, and he wondered if he’d looked so giddy when he was learning.

“Remember,” Time called out from the edge of the spring, “we don’t have Hyrule, potions, or fairies.”

Your laugh caught the hero off guard.

“You worry too much, Old Man,” you said matter-of-factly. “I’ve survived worse than a little tumble off the side of a mountain.”

“Which is exactly what concerns me.”

Rolling your eyes in a playful manner, you looked back at Wild.

“Anything else I should know?”

Wild thought hard for a moment, his heart suddenly hammering in his chest. Was this really a good idea?

“Just remember to bend at the knee and lean into your turns, and you’ll be fine.”

The fire of passion returned to your eyes, and you peered over the slope again. Wild counted you down, and part of him suddenly wished he hadn’t suggested this. Why was that? He was so excited to teach you earlier, wasn’t he?

Watching you kick off and make your way down the snowy slope, Wild forced himself to wait a few seconds before kicking off after you. When he did, he was surprised to see how well you were doing for your first time. You followed every tip he’d given you, and he could hear your laughter as you nailed every turn. Perhaps this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Seems you were quite the natural.

It wasn’t until about halfway down the slope that Wild realised his mistake. There was a point where the snow suddenly gave way to stone steps…and he didn’t teach you how to jump over obstacles. He tried to speed up to catch you before you hit it, but could, in the end, only watch as you hit it and flipped forward, narrowly missing falling over the steep edge.

For a moment, he had to admit, watching you tumble almost looked funny. Perhaps this was why Selmie had been laughing so hard when he’d fallen the first few times. Did he look as ridiculous? It was likely. When he finally caught up to you, he dismounted from his shield, picking up both his and yours as he jogged to reach you, crumpled into the snow. Trying to make light of the low-key embarrassing situation, he approached with what he hoped was a positive demeanour.

“Looks like I should have warned you about the stone,” he called, the crunch of the snow under his boots louder than he was used to. “Sorry about that!”

When he didn’t get a response, he began to worry. When he got close enough to see you move he breathed out a sigh of relief…but it was short-lived.

“I don’t think my arm is supposed to bend like that, Wild,” you said with a pained groan, struggling to sit up. You cradled your right arm close to your chest, and even when covered by the thick layers Wild had leant you, he could easily tell it was broken. It was a wonder you were even conscious.

“Oh goddess…”

Time was right. This was a stupid idea. He’d messed up. He shouldn’t have even opened his mouth.

The others were going to kill him.

“You alright there, Link?”

“I should be asking you that,” he said with a grimace, reaching out gingerly to inspect your arm. You winced at the contact.

The two of you were probably equal distance from the top of the mountain to the bottom, but perhaps he could get the warp on his slate to work? Bring you straight to Hateno Village that way?

“Link?”

“Yeah…?”

“Is that Wolfie, or am I just not used to seeing other wolves?”

Looking up to meet your like of sight at the destination, a cold dread seeped into his spine.

Honestly, he’d rather deal with a wild wolf…

His mentor approached cautiously, sniffing at your bent arm before directing his icy gaze straight into Wild’s very soul. He began to sweat, despite the frost nipping at his face. You raised your non-injured arm to scratch behind Wolfie’s ear.

“How far’s the walk back to Hateno, again?” Your question hung in the air for a minute, more of Wild’s greatest fears answering you before he could.

“Care to explain what’s happened here?”

At the sound of Time’s voice approaching fast, followed by three other sets of footsteps, you turned your head so fast you got whiplash.

“You’re overreacting, Old Man,” you said with a grimace, raising your non-injured hand to massage your neck. “I hit a stone patch.”

“And where are you hurt?”

“Broke my arm, is all. No big deal.”

“Are you okay?” Warriors walked past Time to bend and inspect your injury, gritting his teeth as he watched you wince at the touch.

“I warned you of the consequences—”

“And I’m taking responsibility for them,” you interrupted, looking bored, even. “Can’t prevent every mistake, Time.”

Rising to stand, Wild pulled his slate from its resting place at his hip. He tapped at a few symbols (randomly picking and choosing what to push, really,) and was greeted by a rune he hadn’t seen in months.

“Warp looks like it’ll work, finally,” he said to no one in particular. “I can get them back to Hyrule so he can heal that arm.”

Everyone looked to Time, who only looked down at you with concern.

“Take them, we’ll walk.”

Nodding, Wild helped you to your feet, carefully. Taking you into a half-hug embrace, he tapped on the rune on the face of his slate. With a mesmerising blue glow, the pair disappeared into streaks of odd light.

He’d forgotten how disorienting warping between locations was at first, and when your feet landed on the platform of the shrine by his house, you stumbled.

“I’m so sorry, y/n,” he said suddenly, averting your gaze as he steadied you.

“Why? I’m the one who just fell into you.” Shaking his head, Wild only pressed his hand into your back to guide you onto the grass.

“I meant for your arm. I should have warned you about those steps, or told you how to avoid obstacles in general, or—”

“Link.”

Stopping just shy of the bridge leading to his house, you turned to face him. You wore an easy smile, which never failed to ease his own worries.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, I promise you. I asked you to teach me, and I wasn’t exactly receptive to all of your tips. I just wanted to go.” Wild shook his head, but you kept talking. “I made my mistakes, and it led to my own accidents. I’d never blame you for them.”

Wild stared into your eyes, searching for any kind of deception. Upon finding none, he exhaled his worries.

“I just wanted you to have fun,” he admitted. “If I can’t be sorry for failing to tell you about the bumps, then I’ll be sorry that you fell. I’m just glad I could get you here quickly.”

Nodding your head, you shot the hero another easy smile. Standing for a moment on your toes, you kissed his cheek. Immediately, warmth bloomed at the spot, and he resisted the urge to touch his fingers to the spot to try and preserve it.

“Thanks for teaching me how to shield surf, Link.”

Bounding off to greet Hyrule with your oddly bent arm, Wild found himself frozen to his spot. He spoke aloud, to no one who could hear him.

“You’re welcome…”

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𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘

I can do platonic, family, or romantic scenarios with loz/loz au characters, though there will be some limitations to LU's Wind. I can write either x/reader or non-x/reader, but know that I WILL NOT WRITE LINKSHIPPING material. I suggest finding another blog to do such requests.

Unless otherwise specified, x/Reader fics will likely feature a gender neutral perspective. I can write for any gender requested, though please understand that I am biologically female, so I apologise if my representation of an identified male Reader is off.

I do not censor or warn for language—so you're either gonna have to just deal with it or keep on fuckin scrolling. If I do use a word or term that is considered generally offensive, however, please let me know so that I may go back and correct it.

There is a zero tolerance rule when it comes to any of my blogs, so if I come across an incident or am confronted with one, and you are unwilling to compromise or adjust the offensive behaviour, then you will be both blocked and reported.

I will not write for OCs except in extremely rare circumstances, as I’d really hate to butcher your beautiful characters. If you really want me to include them, however, please give me AS MUCH DETAIL AS YOU POSSIBLY CAN, as well as a physical description/image, as I really don’t want to tarnish the perfectly polished beings you have given me the ability to make a representation of.

Keep in mind that I do have the right to refuse a request, if I am uncomfortable or unwilling to write it! Pester me about it, or turn into an ass, you will be blocked, and possibly reported.

Understand that I am human. My life does not revolve around Tumblr 24/7, nor am i constantly on or at my devices. If I take a while to address your request/ask, I do apologise. I am not ignoring you. My ADHD ass will likely just forget that I even have an inbox, sometimes. I also suffer from many chronic and disabling health issues, so sometimes a request may take longer to complete than others.

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ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤:

The Dere tropes (Yandere, Tsundere, etc.) - I don't have anything against such tropes, I am just unable to write for it, myself.

Monster!characters/monster!reader are a bit of a hit-or-miss, but I am uncomfortable with writing for straight-up ferality in any participating party.

I won't write for much more than a beginner/crush relationship with minor characters. I'm not an idiot, I know some of the things minors get up to these days in terms of relationships. I just won't write it.

I will not write anything non-consensual. No exceptions.

Fics featuring children or pregnant characters are also a hit-or-miss topic for me. I guess it kinda just depends on the day.

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