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spiced-stonez · 3 days ago

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Legend x reader

Warnings: there is zero plot, only Smutt. semi-public masturbation

A shroud of misty fog hovered above the grassy paths of the Lost Woods, its eerie silence broken only by the soft sounds of its lively creatures that dwelled beneath the protection of its trees and the faintest of gasps that begged for air deep within its borders, where a secluded spot, one cleverly hidden away from the monsters and thieves that lurked nearby, stood.

Here, the fog was at its thickest, making it the perfect hiding spot for one who didn’t want to be found. The Hero of Legend discovered it years ago while traversing through the woods that had become second nature to him. Shielding him out of sight, when the need arose, from the dangers of those that dared to enter the forest's depths.

Which is exactly what he needed given his current–... predicament .

The clearing was a mess. A myriad of branches and chunks of wood from what Legend assumed to be an entire glade littered the ground around him, forming a sort of half-circle as he reclined against the nearest undefiled tree, ignoring the splinters that dug into the fabric covering his back. A zing of pain shot through his lower back in a vengeful remnant of when he’d collapsed seconds ago, hands fisting in the hem of his evergreen tunic with enough force to tear.

Sweat beaded Legend’s forehead, plastering strands of hair tangled with twigs to flushed skin and creased eyebrows. An ache festered deep inside him, the feeling going hand-in-hand with the rough bark that poked and prodded at him uncomfortably. He was at his wits end trying to appease the dreaded feeling, using every trick up his sleeve to alleviate it to no prevail till, too overwhelmed by its onerous sensation, was forced to flee from the week-long exploration of a monster camp settled in the ruins of this very forest. That had been well over a day ago, finally having been returned to normal from the hell that had been his dark world form only to have to deal with his overly sensitive senses and now, this. The fiery ache, burning every nerve it touched, had yet to be quenched even for a moment, even as exhausted muscled pushed himself to try and work through it, his mind solely focused on each swing of his sword or blow of magic till that too had been exhausted, the ache persisted.

The Hero of Legend sat there on the damp forest floor, considering his final option at pacifying the ache with resignation. It would be a risk, but he was tired and out of patience.

Legend wastes little time in lifting his tunic, exposing the light brown shorts underneath, the hem of evergreen fabric stuffed into his mouth till the apple of his cheeks puffed out. The shorts are shimmied down with haste, waistband stopped in the dip of his pelvic bone and tops of his thighs to keep a semblance of decency— Just in case of any prying eyes.

The chill in the air tingles against his throbbing cock as he slips it free, breath caught in his throat as fingers, dry and calloused from strenuous work, wrap around himself demandingly. Relief, cool and sweet, surges through his core at the sensation of his cock being worked up and down, forgoing any loving tenderness his body had learned to associate with such touch in a fraught attempt of rushing. Head falling back against rough bark, hips jerking and twitching sporadically from his own brutal treatment as a pleasurable pressure begins to build within his core. A few more harsh pumps and–...nothing. A few more, this time faster and even harder, only for the same result, the relief that he had been chasing for so long slipping away through his chaffed fingers.

Biting down on the cloth stuffed between his teeth, Legend gave an irritated groan, hands flying to his hair to avoid yanking his own dick off in his frustration. He had been so close ! So damn close and yet so far for reasons he couldn’t figure out. He had never struggled this hard before, though this wasn’t something he exactly does for himself often, not since you had come into his life, making him crave your touch at every opportunity, but surely it hadn’t been so long that he couldn’t get the job done. You made this look so easy, sometimes barely even touching him before he would come undone, the soft touch of skin, accompanied kisses and words of praise only serving to elevate the entire experience for him.

Legend did another quick scan of his surroundings, reconfirming his hiding spot hadn’t been discovered before readjusting himself into a moderately more comfortable position. Eyelids slipping shut with a deep, calming inhale through his nose, violet eyes adjusting to the dark void behind his lids as the rest of his body followed suit. He could already see you in his mind, kneeling down between his legs, soft hands running up his thighs teasingly as gentle eyes stared up at him through long dark eyelashes. The image guided his pace as he tried again, running his hand smoothly up and down his cock that now leaked with precum. He focused all of his thoughts on you until the hand pumping him was no longer his own, replacing his brash and unrelenting touch with the soft affection only your hand could show him. Or perhaps it was your mouth, warm and welcoming as you took every inch of him, suctioning with hollowed cheeks, tongue swirling around the tip in that special way that made his toes curl everytime without fail.

A deep moan, muscles going taut at the stifled sound of your name escaping through his lips. Every sound, every squeeze, every touch was now yours, guiding him closer and closer to that final release that had felt so far out of reach on his own. Hylia how he craved you, the week long separation only amplifying every imagined suck and brush of your finger, teasing him closer to the edge. Oh the things he could, and would, do to you once he got back home, the crystal clear image of you greeting him home, helping him tidy up before he inevitably tossed you onto your shared bed to make up for each and every hour that he had been away.

It was the image of you beneath him that tipped him over the edge, but it was the look on your flushed face that sent him crashing through his orgasm. The warm liquid spraying all over his stomach in a large mess that dripped down onto his shorts like spilled milk.

Legend looked down at himself, spitting out the hem of his tunic that fell over him unceremoniously. His breathing was ragged, mind as foggy as his environment, though not in the way he had been expecting. He had orgasmed hadn’t he? He knew he did, the proof still leaked off of him, yet here he sat, covered in his own juices with all the signs of a release, only to be denied any actual relief from the now excruciating throb that was his lower region.

It hadn’t worked. The Hero of Legend had jacked off in the middle of the Lost Woods, and still was left with the insatiable ache.

He shot to his feet, barely bothering to clean himself as he readjusted his clothing before furiously shoving some of his things back into his bag. The Tempered Master sword and Mirror shield tossed onto his back, kicking his pegasus boots into gear as he raced towards the exit of the woods. It wasn’t often that Legend would ask for help, often actively doing everything in his power to avoid such means. But there was only one person who could help him now, and he grinned wickedly as he ran right to them.

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Slam!

You jumped at the harsh sound of the door slamming open, heavy footsteps dragging along the wooden floor till they stopped right behind where you stood at the kitchen counter. A large thud, metal clanging against the floor before arms wrap loosely around your waist; thick fingers that bore thick, glistening rings grazing over your torso without a clear destination as they poke and prod at you softly. A burdened grunt rings in your ears as something warm flops down onto your shoulder, pink and blue invading the corner of your vision as you try and look at your recently-returned spouse.

Wait, pink? The blue cap was expected but your husband had definitely left home a few days ago with his usual strawberry blonde hair. If it was pink that meant–

Ohh.

Legend hated his dark world form, that much was for certain. He despised how small and helpless it made him feel, even after all these years it was still a terrifying experience

for him. Not to mention all of the side effects that came with it once he was returned to his Hylian self, the longer he stayed in that form, the longer those effects lasted, sometimes going for days on end with odd behaviors that ranged from down right adorable to mildly concerning. By this point you had seen it all, and gauging by the way he was pressed into you, you knew just what ailed your stubborn partner.

Legend molds his body against your back, arms tightening to keep you from slipping away; not that you would. His face burrowed further into the crook of your neck till all you could see was his usual blue cap with tufts of now pink stained hair sticking out from underneath. Hands dove beneath the hem of your shirt, cold metal scraping against the warm skin beneath. His lips attaching onto the spot of your neck below your jaw like a starved man being given a warm meal.

“Rough time?” You asked through breathy sighs, reaching up to run your fingers through the soft locks tickling your face. Head tilting back to give him more access, Legend takes it in stride, licking and sucking his way along your neck up to your ear, nipping at the lobe repeatedly till you grip the edge of the counter in front of you. Something firm rubs against your backside in time with Legend’s hips that began moving back and forth, grinding into yours.

Oh Hylia, he must have been turned for quite sometime if this was already how things were headed. There was only one other time before now that he had come home in such a state, after being stuck as a rabbit for days on end.

You didn’t sleep for nearly 3 days straight.

Your legs didn’t recover for a week.

Legend whines, so quietly it's barely audible even with his mouth right by your ear. Still trying to rut himself against your ass, pinned between him and the counter, with increasing force. His hands slide further up your shirt, groping your breasts with calloused fingers, pinching your nipples between his rings that pulls a soft gasp.

“Please. I need you. Ngghh…fuck, please? ”

Legend, the infamous Hero of Hyrule, Holodrum, Labrynna AND Lorule— was begging. A man who could control the seasons with the flick of a wrist, or traverse through time with a simple tune was standing behind you, begging for your touch; stubbornly, and maybe a bit begrudgingly but those were minor details in the grand scheme of things.

“Poor bun.” You tease with a mischievous grin, giving a gentle tug on the hair still tangled between your fingers. “Already so needy.”

Your hand falls away from its place on his head, an extra sharp pinch of your nipples making you pause before placing it on his hip, squeezing it between your bodies till knuckles brush over the large bulge of his tunic. Tracing it’s outline slowly, Legend shudders, hips immediately chasing after the touch of your hand that now palmed his dick slowly. Pleas whispered into your ear, accompanied by the sound of clothes swishing around till the soft fabric of his tunic slipped away, the stiffness of his shorts only made worse by the strain to contain his hardened length, begging to be released. A firm squeeze and Legend slams his hands on the counter, white knuckling the edge.

“I missed you so damn much.” He moans, sucking on your neck enough you can already feel the marks forming deep beneath the surface of your skin. His hips stutter with a loud moan of your name when you give his cock another squeeze, falling into sporadic twitching till becoming motionless.

A grin spreads across your face as warmth dampens the materia in your grip.

“Awww, feel better?” You taunt, turning your head to kiss his temple. “Must be exhausted after all of that. If you need a break I-”

You squeal when feet no longer feel the ground, spun around till you crash down on the small dining table that creaks under the sudden weight of your body. Legend pushes you down till you're laying flat on your back, yanking your hips closer to the edge as he slots himself between your legs, tunic shoved up to your chin as he tugs your bottoms off in one fell swoop. His body slides down, kneeling at eye level with your now exposed cunt, tossing a leg over one of his shoulders. Watching carefully as he turns his head, kissing the inside of your knee, trailing a path of kisses upwards to your core.

“Fuckin Farore you’re already so wet,” He mumbles, his nose brushing up against you that has you trembling like a leaf. The flat of his tongue drags up through your folds with a pleased hum.

“Goddess-.. Link ” You moaned, reaching to brush strands of his hair out his half lidded eyes that stare up at you unwaveringly, holding your gaze with another languished flick of his tongue before his mouth locks around your clit. A harsh suck, your back arching in response that he carefully pins down to the table's surface by slinging an arm over your pelvis. A single finger, one that bears two thick rings pokes at your entrance with merely a short warning before slipping inside easily. Panting up to the ceiling, you grab the edge of the table above your head, fingertips running over the small screw nearby to try and keep yourself grounded as his rings brush against your gummy walls blissfully. Something deep inside your core beginning to tighten when the vibration from Legend’s own moan hums against you, toes curling when he adds another finger, pumping in and out of you at the same fast pace of his tongue flicking around. You swear breathlessly when he detaches his lips with a wet squelch, mouth replaced by his other hand that now reaches down to pinch your clit, thumb rubbing small circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Chasing your high that sits just beyond reach, your hand dives between your legs, grabbing a fist full of pink locks to shove his mouth back onto you. He complies more than willingly, shoving his face in your folds while you moan out his name. Your orgasm hits hard, with Legend right there to clean it all up, not letting a single drop of your sweet juices escape him, continuing to lap at your entrance greedily until it becomes overwhelming. You push his head away, listening to him suck in a large breath of air, panting heavily enough for it to be mildly concerning. You sit up, legs still dangling off the edge of the table to get a better look at him. He is slouched back, resting on his heels, cheeks now matching the color of his hair that stuck up from where you had grabbed it, there is sweat and cum mixed around his hung open mouth while hazy eyes are practically rolled back into his skull.

Sliding off the table you kneel down in front of him, gently cupping his face. Violet eyes, still a bit unfocused but they meet yours with a small smirk.

“That…was fucking hot” He mutters, still trying to fill his lungs back up with air as he smoothly pulls you onto his lap. You huff out a laugh, rolling your eyes a bit as you slowly start undoing his red outermost layer, pulling it off over his head to reveal a much bigger stain on his lap.

“Link, did you-”

“Shut up.” His face getting even more red when you realize you weren’t the only one who just came.

“Such a needy bun today.” You tease, dipping your head down towards his neck. You kiss just below his jaw line, as softly as you can with a wicked grin. “Don’t fret, I’ll get you all taken care of okay?”

Thumb brushing over his messy cheek, you lean in and kiss for the first time. Lips melting against his that taste of his usual musk and apples, but now with the aftertaste of your own sweetness. You can feel the shiver that runs down Legend’s spine, eliciting a gasp big enough for you to slip your tongue inside of his mouth, grazing it over softly before pulling yourself away.

Legend watches you carefully as you get to your feet, holding out yours to help him up off the kitchen floor. He takes them gently, letting you slowly lead him up the stairs towards your bedroom, nudging the door open with your foot enough for you both to slip inside. Tugging him towards the bed, covers tossed around haphazardly on one side, you give his shoulders a soft push till he's sitting on its edge, legs splayed wide enough for you to stand between them. Cupping his face, he looks up at you in adoration, violet eyes tracking your every movement as you trace your fingers up his arms, ghosting over his dark green tunic with a curious look. Much like the rest of him, it was a mess, mysterious stains coating the skirt that you were pretty sure were there long before he had gotten home, rips and tears scattered about that you took note to help sew up later; whenever that would be.

“Lift your arms,” you command softly, fingers curling around the hem. He does so quickly, adjusting himself as needed till it's slipped over his head, gently placed on the floor beside you. For the love of Nayru, you thought his tunic had been bad, his shorts were somehow even worse. Just how long had this been going on?

Legend’s cheeks flushed red under your questioning gaze, hands fidgeting with his rings still prominently on his fingers. You smile, taking his hands gently into yours. The first ring comes off smoothly, followed by 2 more until it's the next one that shows some resistance, obviously not having been removed for some time, a few tugs and twists spring it loose, joining the pile on the bed beside the wearer. Each removal had Legend squirming, his magic mourning the familiar comfort that was the protection of his rings, feeling vulnerable and far too exposed without them. He might as well be butt ass naked in the middle of a dungeon without them, a fact you knew all too well given by the small smirk on your lips as you peeled off the last one. Leaving only the simple gold band on his left hand that you were positive had zero magical properties.

“Shorts,” you whispered, and no further clarity was needed. Legend rose, shucking off his shorts and underwear and kicking them off to the side. He doesn't sit back down right away, letting you step closer, hands ghosting over his chest and broad shoulders till they trail southward down the middle of his stomach. A small poke at his belly button, a whispered command, and his ass is glued down to the mattress once more, anticipation rising in his throat as you sink to your knees. It was just as he had imagined it, a soft touch on his thighs, climbing higher and higher until a single finger brushed his hardened dick. Legend bit down on his bottom lip, willing himself not to cum again right there and then, he was a Hylian damn it and he wasn't going to let this insufferable side of him run things too early; not yet.

He refused to shut his eyes as you wrapped around him, giving a few slow pumps before a long wet lick ran up from the base up to its head, his knuckles going white from how firmly they dug into the sheets beside him. Another unhurried lick, tongue pausing at the top to swirl around the slick slit that, just as predicted, had his toes curling against the bedroom floor as hard at his knuckles. Swears pour from his mouth, hung open like a child trying to catch raindrops on their tongue, when he finally enters your mouth, tongue still licking around him like it was your favorite treat. Your head bobbed up and down, sinking further down on him with each one till your nose brushed against the light pink hair at his base, staying there for a moment till you slid back up with hollowed out cheeks. One of Legend’s hands flew into your hair, fisting a good amount of it to keep you from popping off all the way.

“ Right there..” He groaned, fingertips digging into your scalp to push your head back down. He could feel the presence of a grin as you took him in again, stopping only so that you wouldn't accidentally start gagging, and began sucking harshly. You slammed your hands onto his hips, stopping them from thrusting into your throat as he yelled out “Fuck!” loud enough for you to giggle, if your mouth wasn't currently being flooded with cum. Taken by surprise, you swallowed as much as you could, the rest dribbling out the corners of your mouth till Legend let you go enough to pull off of him with a sticky “ pop” .

You swallow down the remains, gasping lightly for air to fill your lungs as Legend scoops you up to join him on the soft mattress. Straddling his lap, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your tunic to slip it off over your head, you drape your arms around his neck till your bare chest is flush with his.

The smile on his face was genuine, eyes full of hazy lust looking at you adoringly as he held you to him.

“Love you” He whispers, thumbs rubbing small circles into the flesh of your hips. Replying by kissing him softly, the moment of gentleness slips away as quickly as it came when he nips at your bottom lip, sucking on it as his hands guide your hips to begin rocking back and forth, sliding your wet folds along his even messier cock. The tip aligns at your entrance, pausing as Legend detangles his lips to scan over your face for any sign of apprehension.

It was sweet, seeing him try to restrain himself, knowing that no matter how needy he was, or how desperately he craved that high that you so willingly gave him, it would only take a single word to shut it all down; regardless of what that small bunny he kept hidden deep inside himself wanted. But lucky for him, you had no hesitations when it came to him, more than ready to help relieve him of the heavy burdens that were the horny side effects of his dark world form.

Lifting your hips, you wiggle them strategically before slamming yourself down on him, smiling wickedly as Legend crashes his forehead onto your shoulder, noises flowing from his mouth as you stay there for a moment, letting your walls adjust to the sudden stretch to fit around him. You lift them again, lowering yourself more tenderly this time as you settle into a pleasant rhythm, gripping onto his shoulders for support as you move up and down, the muscles in your thighs beginning to warm as Legend squirms beneath you, mumbling into your shoulder.

Brushing damp strands of hair out of his face, you grab his chin, tilting his head upward. “Use your words bunny. What do you want?”

“Faster,” he murmurs. “Please”

You obey, quickening the pace you had set. “Like this?”

Legend can only nod his head, hands clawing your ass to aid in your work, roughly slamming you down harder that hits just the right spot deep inside of you again, and again, and again as tiny black spots float around the peripherals of your vision. Your thighs burned, shaking from the effort to keep your pace even with your husband’s assistance. Feeling his ab muscles clenching, it's clear he's getting close to another release, breathing becoming erratic as he bites down on your shoulder, muffling his next moan with your skin.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair, you yank his head back, taking note of the array of tears, now spilling down from the corners,sliding down to join beads of sweat glistening on his skin. Struggling to hold your gaze, his eyes roll back inside of his skull as warm liquid shoots inside of you. Your chest heaves from exertion, slouching against him to rest your head on his broad shoulder as you let yourself fall limp.

There is no rest though as Legend wraps his arms around your waist, turning to toss you on to the mattress behind him, cum pouring down your legs as you are flipped over to lay flat on your stomach. You can feel Legend hovering over you, brushing your hair to the side as lips press into the nape of your neck. He's muttering incoherently into your ear, only a few words like “you”, “more”, and “need” being intelligible enough to make out correctly.

You can still feel him pressed against the curve of your ass, just as hard as when he had first arrived home, when your hips are wrenched upwards high into the air,

Oh fuck. This really is going to be like last time.

Barely having enough time to brace a hand against the headboard, nails scratching against its wooden surface hard enough to dig splinters into your fingertips, your body is jolted forward, Legend burying himself deep inside of you. Any restraint he still had was gone, pistoning in and out of you as though it was his personal mission to ‘fuck like rabbits’. You shout out his name, arching your back as the knot inside your stomach tightens, snapping with vengeance when he slides a hand around your front, rubbing your clit in time with his hips.

“So perfect” He purs in your ear, working you through your high till it all becomes too overwhelming, nerves on fire as your abused cunt clenches around him when he doesn't let up, holding you hips as still as possible as he ruts himself into you. Lifting yourself onto your forearms, a hand digs into your scalp, pushing you back down, smothering your face deep into the thin pillow beneath you, Legend pleading for you to stay right where you were as his hips stutter once, then twice.

Another full load is released inside of you, held inside only because of your already stuffed hole, rushing out to pool on the sheets beneath you when Legend pulls out, the both of you collapsing down onto the warm, slightly damp, mattress. You could already tell you would be sore by the time you woke up, the burning in your legs a clear warning sign as you laid there, now too exhausted to move. Arms wrapped around your middle loosely, pulling you close into a warm, albeit sticky, embrace.

Sighing in content, you scooch closer, using his bicep as a pillow as your eyes slip close, ready for a well deserved rest by the Hero of Legend’s side.

There's a bit of movement, sheets rustling around enough to spark you back into awareness as you feel Legend still attempting to rub against you.

There was no way you would survive another round, and given by the absent noises and sloppy movements of your pink haired hero, he wouldn’t either.

Looking over your shoulder, Legend looks like an absolute mess. His pink hair sticking up at odd angles while his body, lower half especially, is coated in liquids; both from himself and you. But there is a soft smile on his face as he mumbles away quietly, eyelids closed as though he was simply talking in his sleep.

“Mmmm one more….please? Please just, just one more?” He begs, barely able to keep moving. You sigh softly, sitting up enough to reach over him to the small night table on his side of the bed. Legend takes this as an opportunity to cling onto you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, hands sliding around mindlessly from your chest, down to your ass. Continuing to beg in hushed tones for ‘just one more’.

But you know him. And you know exactly what it is that he really needs at this moment.

So you ignore him for a moment, scrambling to open the small drawer of his nightstand, rummaging around till your fingers brush over the smooth surface of the tiny glass vial hidden deep inside. Taking it out, the small purple liquid inside swishes around within its confines, specks of blue catching in the light as you tug it close to your chest. It was a small concoction that Irene and Mable had made from the last time Legend had shown up in such a state, assuring you that it would help the both of you in getting some much needed rest were it to ever happen again. You prayed to Hylia it would work.

Sat upright, you face Legend, still trying to pull himself towards you with a concerning lack of coordination.

“You did so well Bun,” You praise him, taking a moment to uncork the small bottle. “But I need you to drink this now for me okay? Can you do that for me?”

Legend nods, sitting up a bit as you bring the glass to his lips, tilting it up enough for him to take a few sips of the dark purple liquid. You pull it away, fastening its top before placing it gently on your own nightstand, watching as Legend’s body begins to relax, sinking further down into the mattress till his head hits the pillow.

“There you go,” You coo, laying down beside him. “Let's get you some rest.”

A hum of agreement and this time when he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close, he nuzzles his face into your neck, breathing in your scent through steady breathes.

“Love you” He mumbles one last time, slipping into a deep sleep. You kiss his forehead, holding him back as you reply.

“Love you too, bun.”

#link x reader smut #skippy.writes #mdni #linked universe x reader #lu legend x reader smut #legend x reader smut

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linkenthusiast · 2 days ago

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We love our rancher, I’ll do my best with this fic hehehehehe <333

#linked universe x reader #lu twilight x reader #LETS DO THISSSS #Feel free to submit ideas too loves

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ashlovesfood · 3 months ago

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Bruce Wayne! who loves to see you tremble and shiver all over his hands as he makes you cum multiple times. He‘ll be knuckles deep in your pussy as he finger fucks you, getting off on the sight of your whines. “Cmon bunny, one more for me yeah?” Your practically arched off the bed, sheets damp with your fluids as he flicks your clit, hot squirt soaking his abs. Link

Bruce Wayne! who’ll be balls deep inside your cunt, mercilessly pounding you into the mattress as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. How could he resist when you’re just so soft and pliable for him? It’ll be late into midnight and he’ll still be fucking you thin and through, good luck if you want him to stop. Link

Bruce Wayne! getting an instant boner at the sight of your body wearing a cute sun dress, the frilly fabric hugging your delicious curves as you walk around the manor. His hands immediately reach for your ass, kneading the soft flesh as he bends you over the kitchen surface. Let’s just say, you got a different ‘cream pie.’ Link

A/N sorry for the delayed post, having issues with writing rn(｡-_-｡)

#batman smut #i love batman #bruce wayne #bruce wayne smut #smut #dc comics #fem reader #bruce wayne x reader #batman x reader #batman #dcu comics #dcu #dc universe #dc smut #ashywashy #twt links #freaky #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕕˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

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unearthlyeclipse · 1 day ago

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CLARK KENT :: SUPERMAN P!LINKS // NSFW/SMUT

A/N: The long-awaited Clark links... This movie genuinely changed my comprehension skills... I love me a sweet man who works AND LITERALLY SAVES THE WORLD WHILE RISKING IT ALL FOR PEOPLE WHO ACCUSE HIM OF DOING THE OPPOSITE??? A dream hunk of a man.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, p in v, riding, nipple sucking, grinding, groping, brief choking, overstimulation, missionary, blowjobs, deepthroating, mate press(?), handjobs, face riding. Let me know if any links break or if any warnings are missed!!

You and Clark the minute you got home from the Daily Planet.

Clark on his knees, lifting your trembling body in the air as he ate you out.

A slow and passionate Clark grinding into your body, hips rolling against yours while he drenches himself in your moans.

Bracing yourself by gripping Clark, his hands on your breasts as you rock your hips madly.

Taking Clark's cock like a champ! Although he's fighting back his orgasm the second he inserts himself in your mouth.

Clark loves keeping you locked beneath him as he fucks you.

Clark had you feeling so full.

Grinding against Clark and his dumb, rock-hard torso...

Helping out Clark after a long day of work.

Clark enjoys having you ride his face.

Clark rooting you on for your next orgasm.

Letting Clark lose himself as if he were in heat. Allowing Clark to be just a bit rough while fucking you. Clark plowing into you like no tomorrow. Clark holding your thighs to his as you came, fully overstimulated by his thick shaft constantly pummeling your insides. Clark was never a big fan of dirty talk, yet your voice will always get him all hot and bothered.

#writers on tumblr #writeblr #twt links #p links #p!links #dc #dcu #dc universe #superman #clark kent #clark kent x reader #clark kent x you #david corenswet #david corenswet superman #david corenswet clark kent #superman x you #superman x reader

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fourstarsoutofnine · 16 days ago

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So I’ve seen evil warriors going around so I propose an idea.

Evil legend—but he’s performatively nice.

Like how regular legend is all mean sometimes but it’s just a front.

Evil legend is nice only as a disguise. Beware.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu four #lu wind #lu twilight #lu sky #lu wild #Lu wars #Lu time #evil warriors

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hxney-lemcn · 4 months ago

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I Got Reincarnated as an NPC From my Favorite Video Game and the Protag Won't Leave me be! — Hyrule Warriors! Link x gn! reader

summary: hit by a car, you find yourself transported into a video game, and it's just your luck the protagonist falls for you.

tw: death, drunk kiss/confession (that gets rectified)

a/n: I MADE IT! I did so much research about medieval times for this fic I feel like a scholar.

wc: 4.6k

Master List

It happened in a split second. One moment you’re crossing the road, the green walk signal lulling you into a false sense of peace, then you’re tripping on a crack in the road causing you to drop one of your bags. You quickly scramble to pick it up, only for a loud horn to blare, a screech, and something hitting you full force, knocking you unconscious.

You woke up in a daze. Your mind felt completely blank at first, eyes squinting as you woke up to scratchy sheets and pillow that did not support your head that well. Then it seemed to all come to you at once. You were on your way home from a small grocery run, then something hit you. Adrenaline filled you as you tossed the blanket to the side, inspecting your body for any damages. Odd, not a single blemish on your skin besides some calluses that lined your palms. Strange becomes stranger. It was then that you looked around the room, expecting to find yourself at the hospital, but instead you felt your stomach drop. It looked like you were in some medieval historical museum.

What the actual fuck was going on.

You stood up, legs shaky. The room was small, it held a bed, a wardrobe, and a small fireplace. You felt all out of sorts, looking down at the long white nightgown that you donned. You weren’t sure what you would find when you descended the stairs that led out of the room, so you decided to check the wardrobe for a change. Perhaps that will help you feel a bit more stable doing a routine you were familiar with. Wrong. The wardrobe was filled with…tunics? There were a variety of colors, some with long sleeves, others with no sleeves, some beige, others vibrant colors. You felt way too out of your depth at the moment. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself, your mind was in overdrive and you needed to take things one step at a time.

With shaky hands, you grab a long sleeved beige tunic. It seemed like that was the first step, it looked like an undershirt. Placing it on the bed you went back to look over the more vibrant tunics, some with short baggy sleeves, others with no sleeves at all. It would make sense the tunic that is more flashy would go on top. Picking out a color you liked, you placed it next to the first tunic. Next you went to search for pants, most were brown or beige, picking the one that matched your chosen tunics the most you finally were ready to change.

You wished you had a mirror to see how you looked, but you suppose they weren’t as common in this time period. What the hell were you saying? Time period? Had you really gone back in time? No, don’t think about it. You took in another deep breath. At least the clothes were really comfy. Why the hell had people stopped wearing these?

With a long sigh, you decided it was finally time to tackle the question of what was beyond this room. Slowly, you walked down the wooden steps, peeking down and seeing that it was what seemed to be a living room/kitchen. An old stove was against the wall, the brick opened at the bottom that held a small fire that was slowly dying. So that’s how they cooked foods back in the day…in this day…? Whatever. A small wooden table rested on the opposite side with two chairs, a small bookshelf rested next to it. It seemed kinda cozy if you were being honest. Another set of stairs led down into another unknown area. Your stomach grumbled, echoing in the silent room. With all your panicking and shock you hadn’t realized how hungry you were.

It seemed that whoever you had become…were you still you? In a sense…yes and no. You don’t want to think too hard about it. Whatever. It seemed no matter what you were a bit lazy in any time period, as a kettle was on the stove with some boiling stew. Picking up a piece of wood from the pile that sat in the corner, you added it under the stove, causing the fire to rise once more. Ladle in hand, you stirred to see all that was in the soup. Bones, meat, carrots, peas, and corn. Grabbing a bread bowl, you scooped yourself up a portion and took a seat at the small wooden table.

As you ate your meal, you reassessed your situation. You were hit, most likely by a suv, bus, truck, or other large vehicle. Then you woke up in some medieval seeming house with medieval clothing. Wasn’t this the plot to some trashy isekai novel? Weren’t you supposed to be the villainess or heroine or something? Why were you some seemingly random peasant? A harsh sigh escaped from your nose. Sure, you didn’t mind reading one of those stories, but to live one? Was this some cruel joke? You needed to know where and when you were, and also who the hell you were. What was your name? Was it the same? With a shake of your head you grabbed one of the books on the shelf that sat next to you. Perhaps a story will help you find some crucial information.

Taking a bite from the bread bowl, you opened the book, only for another wave of horror to wash over you. The text was completely different. You couldn’t read the alphabet-

You clutched your head as a sudden intense, blinding white hot pain overcame you. Your eyes were squeezed shut as a ton of information washed over you. No, not information. Memories. This body’s memories. Memories of when you were a child and your parents walked you through the market, memories of being a teenager and already working in the bakery that sat below you. Memories of your parents dying when you were only eighteen, memories of navigating life in the city on your own, making friends, greeting customers, baking goods. You let out a loud gasp as the pain finally dulled into a throbbing annoyance, white dots littering your sight when you finally opened your eyes once more.

It felt like you were two people in one body, two different sets of memories held in your brain. You need to hurry and start baking so you can open shop. Do you even know how to bake? Of course you do, you’ve done it all your life. You quickly finished the bread that made up your makeshift bowl, rushing down the stairs and looking in awe at the brickstone oven that took up the center of your quaint shop. You started working like it was muscle memory. Taking out the ingredients you needed to make dough, cookie batter, pie crust, and pastries. Then you would put the dough in the oven after the fire died down and you brushed the ashes out. Once the dough rose, the pies cooked, and the cookies settled, you took it all out, bringing them to a table that sat right outside your home, where you would stand all day till your stock sold out or the day was over.

Perhaps you weren’t in such a bad situation after all.

…

It didn’t take long for you to get used to your new/old life. You learned to accept that you had died, that things would never be the same. One part of you itched for a phone or longed for your tv, but another felt refreshed. You learned to live in the moment, and you felt like you were in a community. You’d greet your usual customers with a beaming smile, joke with the man you’d usually get your meat from, listen to the gossip that everyone and anyone would spread about.

Everything finally felt like it was falling into place.

Until you met him.

It seemed like any other day. Waking before the crack of dawn to start your chores, setting up shop and waiting for your first customer. New and old faces popped up alike, until one face was all too familiar. You had accepted this was just some random world separate from your own, your body’s memories not bringing up any history lesson you recalled. But he changed everything. Blonde hair that swept to the left, blue eyes that matched the scarf that wrapped around his shoulders, green tunic and hat that made you want to melt and run away at the same time.

YOU WERE IN A LEGEND OF ZELDA GAME?!

How the hell had you not realized for so long? You were flabbergasted, your merged memories causing you another headache. Oh gosh, this wasn’t even just any Legend of Zelda game. You recognized that scarf and pretty face anywhere. This was Hyrule Warriors. That explains the war, your body recalled. This was just about the worst Legend of Zelda game to be isekai’d into. You willed the Goddesses to take pity on you, but they seemed to be in a joking mood as Link walked straight to your stall. Great.

“I was wondering what smelled so good,” The hero smiled, eyes drifting across the various breads and desserts you were offering. “Heard that your stuff is the best in town.”

“It’s not,” You stated blankly. You were still fighting the urge to run, your fear coming out as indifference. With arms crossed, you squeezed your elbow tightly to get some of your anxious energy out.

Link blinked at your tone, his stance faltering slightly before he straightened up, “Don’t sell yourself short, I’m sure someone as sweet as you wouldn’t have any trouble cooking up something just as sweet.”

‘Wow that was bad,’ you thought. Okay, maybe you were exaggerating, it could’ve been worse…much worse, but you didn’t want him flirting with you in the first place.

“Did you want to buy something?” You asked, tilting your head and getting straight to the point.

“Uh, yeah,” Link fumbled, cheeks tinting a light pink. “Just a pumpkin tart, please.”

“That’ll be five rupees,” You told him, picking up the pumpkin tart. You took his blue rupee with ease, handing him the pastry. “Thank you, come again.”

Link was confused to say the least. Typically people would scramble to gain his business, swoon at his kind words, or even try to flirt themselves. You…you looked disinterested…scared even. Have you done something wrong? Why did you seem to avoid his gaze, shoot down his niceties without a second thought? You were strange, but he could take a hint, leaving your stall with a small nod of his head.

You let out a sigh of relief at that, eying the two girls that were giggling to each other before rushing towards you.

“He talked to you!” Ame squealed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Her curly brown hair bouncing with her every movement.

“He bought your food!” Fisia exclaimed with a dreamy sigh, blue tunic swaying with her as she shifted side to side. “He’ll see how good of a baker you are and be quick to marry you!”

Your face contorted into a look of disgust, shaking your head vehemently, “Why would I accept? I don’t even know him.” A half lie. You were more worried about the drama that would ensue if Link knew of your origins.

“Because he’s the captain and a hero!” Fisia cried out like you had cursed all her kin.

“Not to mention he’s a total dream of a man,” Ame added. “You would be a fool to deny him.” You merely rolled your eyes at their claims. They had a point but you wouldn’t admit that.

“You act like one meeting has set our future in stone,” You grumbled with a shake of your head. “Are you going to buy something or continue blocking my potential customers?”

“You’re no fun,” Ame huffed.

“A man who has the potential of changing your entire life comes by and you throw it away,” Fisia glared. “If I were you I would’ve jumped at the opportunity.”

“You’re still young,” You waved off their complaints.

“I’m fourteen!” Sniped Fisia. “I’ve already crossed into my womanhood.” You cringed at the thought. Sometimes your blurred memories were a curse as you were forced to watch children married off to adults for social status improvements.

“Whatever you say,” You let out a resigned sigh.

…

Once again you found your days pass you by. It had been nearly a month since your run in with the fabled hero. You nearly forgot about it, more focused on the smaller aspects of your life. Cleaning clothes, buying groceries, cleaning your house. Life seemed to be a lot simpler here, something you tried not to take for granted. You owned your three story home, something you inherited from your parents. You had a profitable business, you quickly learned bread was life here. No plates, no bowls, bread was used for all that. One thing you will always yearn for is modern plumbing. It felt humiliating going in the nearby river or digging a hole, but everyone did it! Not even an outhouse! You felt like crying at the thought of being able to flush a toilet or wash your hands.

Point is, as used to this world as you were getting, it still seemed like something would flash back about your old life and remind you of advanced technologies you were missing out on. You shook your head, you needed to focus on the task at hand, picking up groceries for your bakery. Paying for the wheat, honey, and fruits, you hefted the heavy bag onto your shoulder, carrying the other goods in a basket. You made your way back through the crowds, weaving around running children and chattery adults. You nodded towards people you recognized, glaring at those who bumped into you. The sun shone down on you, causing sweat to bead at your hairline. All in a day's work.

“Hey, do you need some help?”

At first you thought you overheard someone’s conversation, it was midday and the market was lively, but then that stupidly handsome face popped into your peripheral and those damned crystal blue eyes were aimed right at you. “I got it,” You replied easily, shifting the bag to sit a bit more comfortably. You almost thought you caught him pouting…

It doesn’t matter, you could see the door to your bakery just a few feet from you, he would just be hindering you more at this point. Besides, wasn’t he not only a knight, but a captain? Shouldn’t he be busy doing…whatever the hell a captain does? Why did you keep managing to catch him when he was free?

Then you ran into your next predicament. Opening your door. Sure, you could set your bundle of wheat down, open the door, then pick it back up, but that would strain your back terribly. You didn’t have long to come up with a plan as the hero picked up on your predicament.

“I knew I could help somehow,” He grinned smugly with a wink. Frustrated. That’s what you felt when your heart flipped at the gesture. Bad heart. Bad feelings. You were supposed to be avoiding this man not falling for him. You pursed your lips, squeezing the handle of your basket as you pass by Link.

“Thank you,” You acknowledged his gesture with a nod, missing his shocked expression.

“Any time,” He replied, smile softening just the slightest.

Your plight had only grown worse from there.

“He’s coming by more often,” Ame giggled, poking at your shoulder.

“Momma says that the hero’s taken a fancy to ya,” Fisia joined, pushing back a dark strand of hair that fell from her braid, sly grin painting her lips.

“Shouldn’t you girls be working?” You huffed, cheeks heating up at their implications. “Or are you trying to get a free sweet from me?”

“Is it working?” Ame asked, Fisia cackling and pushing against her shoulder.

“You two are going to be the death of me,” You shook your head with a sigh, something you found yourself doing more often than not these days.

“You know, my papa said food is a way to a man's heart,” Ame pondered after calming down from her laughter.

“Is that why you’ve been learnin’ more recipes?” You asked, trying to deflect from yourself ever so slightly.

“Mhm,” Ame nodded. “Gotta impress a noble to marry me and I’ll never have to work another day in my life!”

A small chuckle left you at that, “Good luck, it's a noble goal indeed.”

“That’s all the more reason why you should marry Sir Link!” Fisia groans.

They had been feeding too many ideas into your head. You watched with careful eyes as Link interacted with you, the way he leaned towards you, large smile and soft eyes. It was dangerous to roll the idea of dating Link, the legendary hero, around in your mind. It had become more and more tempting as of late. He had managed to make you laugh more than you’d like to admit and you had to give it to him, he was charming when he wanted to be. But you liked him even more when he was being a total dork, it felt a little more real, like he was finally opening up to you.

“Seems like I got lucky,” The familiar voice of the one who cursed your thoughts spoke up.

“One loaf of bread left,” You agreed. “Unless you were craving something sweet.”

“Hmmm,” He hummed while tapping his fingers on the table which currently held your last good before you could close up. An…almost sheepish smile tugged at his lips as his eyes looked everywhere but at you. “Perhaps I could get both?” You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to clarify exactly what he meant.

The sun continued to fall, its golden rays lighting up his blonde hair in almost an angelic way. It was getting harder to deny your ever growing attraction towards the knight. The streets weren’t that crowded as people started to call it a day, some heading home, others towards the pubs. You yourself we're looking forward to grabbing a book and reading till it was time to call it a night.

“I’ll buy your last loaf…” Link started strongly, his confidence wavering a bit as he continued. “And take you out for a drink?”

…

Loud. That was the best way to describe your surroundings. A band was playing lively music as people cheered, sang music, and talked over the noise. The scent of alcohol permeated the space as nearly everyone had a pint of mead. A dish of King’s Chicken sat in front of you, the smells of meaty dishes making your stomach growl. You listened intently as Link told you a funny story from his training days, taking small bites to savor the more expensive end of food he had offered to pay for. As out of depth as you felt, you couldn’t help but feel a bit warm. No, not from the people dancing or the heat from the clay oven. It was a warmth that only the man in front of you could make you feel. Lips split in a smile, a laugh escaping every now and then as he gestured erratically to get his point across.

You took small sips of your mead, watching Link down his third glass. He seemed a bit nervous, it seemed like he was drinking to take the edge off. You weren’t sure why he kept seeming more and more nervous around you. Sure, you had been a bit standoffish the first few times you met, but you had gradually warmed up to him. How could you not?

You easily found yourself telling your own story, you had a lot, from bad customers to your own idiocy. You tried to ignore the shy smile that tugged on your lips at the way he leaned towards you, like he was waiting on your every word with bated breath. Your heart fluttered at the sound of his laughter when you said something funny, or how he would scowl when you recalled an irritated customer. You found yourself leaning closer to him as well, excusing it by thinking it was just so you could hear him better.

This was dangerous. You could tell the alcohol was starting to get to him, dilated eyes never straying from you, cheeks turning a rosy pink, words becoming just the tiniest bit more slurred. It was getting late, you may not be opening up shop tomorrow but you still had household chores to do. You felt a bit fuzzy yourself, barely, but after one pint you had called it enough.

“I think I should call it a night,” You yawned, covering your mouth with the back of your hand.

“I’ll walk you home,” Link offered, stumbling to stand up.

“I think I should be walking you home,” You chuckled, standing up as well. The blonde vehemently shook his head, offering you his elbow. You took it and began to walk out of the pub.

“I wouldn’t be a proper knight if I let that happen,” Link explained.

“Alright,” You agreed easily with a cheeky smile.

Stars littered the night sky, many oil lamps snuffed out for the night. The cobblestone streets were dark as you two made your way towards your house. Quiet laughter and teasing remarks filled the air, the odd passer by glaring or piss drunk. As you got closer and closer to your door, you found yourself wishing to hang out with the knight again.

“Thank you, oh valiant hero, for walking me home,” You grinned.

“Anything for you,” He replied without missing a beat, his words a bit too sincere for your poor heart. You stared at each other, seconds feeling like hours, minutes feeling like days. It was like someone put a spell on you, your eyes tracing his features. His eyebrows were relaxed, a small beauty mark rested under his right eye, his pink lips looked oh so enticing. It seemed the same thought was running through his mind as his hand lifted to hold your cheek, calloused palms brushing against smooth skin.

“I think I’m in love with you,” Link whispered, the sounds of crickets and frogs the only background noise. You felt your mind short circuit as his face inched closer, the scent of mead invading your nostrils. “Can I?”

You knew you should say no. You both were intoxicated to an extent, you should wait till you were sober…but he was so close to you. His body heat made your mind turn even fuzzier than before, all rational thought slowly leaving as his lips brushed against your own. You gave in, pressing your lips together in a desperate, needy kiss. Link reciprocated with fervor, pushing you against the door of your house gently in contrast to how his teeth bite at your lower lip.

You suck in a deep breath when you pull away, heart beating erratically as his lips start to trail from your jaw to your neck. You blink rapidly, trying to come back to reality.

“W-wait,” Your breath hitches as he kisses a spot that makes your knees weak. He stops instantly, pulling away just enough to meet your eyes. Dear goddesses are you down bad for him. If you thought his eyes were dilated earlier they’re practically a black hole now. “You’re drunk.” You state, gently pushing against his chest to create some space, to try and regain your sanity.

“It doesn’t make my feelings any less real,” Link murmured, nose brushing against your own sweetly.

“Then tell me tomorrow when our heads are clearer,” You mumble back, caressing his cheek before opening the door and entering your house. “Get home safely.”

…

It had been days. Your stomach felt like it was twisting in knots. Have you done something wrong? Was he sent away on a mission? Was it the kiss? Was it only a drunk induced mistake? You wanted to puke at the thought. You tried to keep busy. Make your goods, buy groceries, wash your clothes, clean your house. Do anything but let the thought of your feelings not being reciprocated rot and fester.

“We made you somethin’!” Fisia grins as she and Ame run up to your stall. Your desolate expression melts, warming ever so slightly at the girls who you would call friends.

“And what might that be?” You ask with a small grin.

“A friendship bracelet!” Ame exclaims, holding out a bracelet made of linen string. You felt your heart melt at the gesture, taking the gift and holding it reverently.

“Thank you,” You thanked them genuinely. “This means a lot.”

“We all have matching ones now,” Fisia explains, the two of them showing off their matching bracelets. Ame helped you put it on, the two of them happily comparing their hard work. This was the closest you got to a true moment of respite.

Of course the goddesses couldn’t let you have the moment for too long. Ame let out a gasp, tugging at Fisia’s tunic and pointing towards your right. Turning your gaze to what could’ve possibly caught their attention you felt your stomach drop. There stood Link who was slowly walking towards you. He kept his head down, hands fiddling with his iconic scarf.

“You think you can just come back after breaking their heart!” Fisia snarled as she pointed towards the hero. Eyes fell onto the four of you, causing you to shrink at the negative attention. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, was it that obvious you had fallen for him hook line and sinker? Link’s mouth gaped open before shutting tight, he worried his jaw. He looked absolutely racked with guilt.

“I came to apologize,” Link explained, but it felt like your world stopped. You couldn’t hear what he said next, your heart pounding in your ears. This was it. He was going to tell you it was all a mistake and that he didn’t mean any of it. Your breaths felt short, you wanted to run, you didn’t want to face the problem.

It wasn’t till he was standing in front of you, gently shaking your shoulders and calling your name that you snapped out of your panic. You watched him with wide eyes as he looked at you with concern mixed with regret.

“I’m sorry it took so long,” Link sighed, forehead resting against your own. “I…I was going to come the next day, but then there was an emergency that I had to attend to and I didn’t have any time to write you a letter…” He let out a frustrated sigh. “I love you. I love you so much it scares me. I, I’d be honored if you’d allow me to court you.”

“I was waiting for you to ask you idiot,” You huffed, biting back any more scathing remarks in favor of pulling the hero into another, this time sober, kiss. So absorbed in your own little world, full of relief of happiness that your feelings truly were reciprocated that you didn’t hear the squeals of Ame and Fisia, or the whispers of the other towns folk who watched on. Link didn’t seem to mind either, pulling you flush against him as he savored the taste of your lips on his own.

Perhaps you should thank whoever hit you, as you wouldn’t be in this situation without them.

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portraitofalinkonfyre · 5 days ago

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Masterlist

*Works with an asterisk (*) behind them contain explicit content

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A Knight To Remember | In Your Eyes

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the-moon-files · 2 months ago

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Hey! Idk if you take requests, but I’m on my period and miserable. Would you be willing to do the Chain and period comfort? Have a fabulous day!

Sorry i didnt get to this sooner!!

Idk what happened but i didnt see any notifs for any recent asks >:/ fiddling with my notifs to see if i can fix it?? but this app is kinda- yknow :/

an attempt was made! best of luck to you suffering anon

Moon: Guide and Gender Neutral Reader, bc technically i dont specify Reader pronouns (just you/your), just a reader who gets periods, rip 💔

Orbit: Headcanons-ish, kinda HANH au?

Stars: One crumb of each 🤏 bc it is a bit overwhelming to give each one their own bullet points, dont know how other lu blogs do it tbh

Comets & Meteors: CWs: mild descriptions of cramping, pain, and pain medications, & TWs: mild description of blood.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

(Kinda HANH au? Lets say hylians just dont be suffering like humans do, and the poor fellas have no clue wtf a period is if not a wound lmao)

so are we talking on the road bleedout or like, idk anywhere else LMAO

bc ur so cooked on the road

if you have the kind of torture where you have high pain cramps the first day/few days/entire time (like me 😞) then bestie We Are Gone.👋

say goodbye to ur favorite blonde heroes, and tell em 'witness me' or smth like that

likeee idk igggg lets say u dont have jackshit and try to just subtly mobilize Sky, or Hyrule or Time or one of the Links who are (probably) calmer at you gently saying

"heyyy,, good morninngggg,, how are youuu, yeah, yeah, good, thanks, um, weird question! but do you happen to have like, long lasting gauze? like on hand, or can we craft some or like, idk a plant??"

Poor Hyrule: 🧍‍♂️

Poor Hyrule: "...my guide are you bleeding out rn? as we speak?"

You: "No i would neverrr...."

You: "...after this moment. I would never be bleeding and not tell you! ...after this day, right now. Then i will keep that promise"

U try to explain as best u can but the pain do be taking your ass out,

but frankly any sort of squeamishness u were worried abt with the boys vanishes quickly bc Hyrule is legit coordinating more Links into it

(esp bc they cant exactly go on a miles long trek with you crawling in pain the whole way Rulie argues, so its kinda necessary to at least inform Time and Wars, who typically lead the way or make the plans for the days journey)

i would say it slowly circulates around to the heroes that ur:

1. Bleeding.

2. In pain, the deep muscle cramps kind that they can probably relate at least a little bit to, even if the concept of periods is not familiar to them

3. the place thats bleeding and the cramps in ur lower back (and other muscles as well if ur a rlly unlucky one) mean u Cant Walk in their eyes and also Might be Dying. But you dont seem very alarmed

to his credit of remaining calm, Time does redirect the chain of heroes nervous energy towards getting to higher ground thats got some running water and is shady to make u more comfortable (or get ahold of Epona to carry you to the nearest inn/stable stop)

even if ur at an inn with a nice bed and stuff Sky both adds his own items and steals some from the rest of the Chain, like extra padding from blankets/bedrolls so ur just drowning in fluff lol (he Cannot stop fluffing things while he insists on anxious woodcarving beside u)

poor Hyrule cant quite attend to ur every need yet bc Wild has dragged him away kicking before explaining he desperately needs his healing powers to help make pain numbing potions/pads/tampons/heating pad/etc. like u told him about

Wars had to legit delegate small duties to everyone bc seeing their guide in pain and basically unable to do much but wait it out and ease it a little is driving these hylian heroes stir crazy

(even the most strategic of them are still men of action so yeah its not going well if they dont all have smth to do with their hands)

like Legend is vigorously scrubbing all ur laundry and sheets and bedding on a near daily basis for every day of ur period lmao

u havent even bled thru anything, and its not like ur sick and contagious youve explained, but if u dont let the poor veteran hero do his laundrymaid duties his eye starts twitching lol

Wind insists on reading stories to you for the times ur more bedridden, and even tucks u in to just have u laugh instead of constant grimacing in pain, ur fav baby boyyy 🥹 <3

Twilight is going crazyy on the firewood and making sure ur room is always stocked nice and cozy (he may have had to embarrassedly offer the mountain of extra to otehr travelers bc he worried-restless-chopped too much lol)

Four is actually the only Link who doesnt immediately pick u up and put u back in bed when u try to get out of ur mountain of fluff

(bc Vio is actually logical and currently has the only braincell out of all the lowkey panicking colors AND worrywort blonde heroes lmao)

so Four actually makes sure to hydrate you and take off blankets when Sky adds too many or treat u pretty normal (along with sneaking u chocolate/treats bc Wild is kinda drowning u in homemade soups or iron-rich food rn like ur sick as dog or smth)

Cue Wars also constantly trying to look out for you and make sure none of these worryworts overwhelm you by redirecting/ delegating them - man looks more tired than you of this bs lmao

the general shock of u being like, fine, after the first few heavy flow/painful days, but apparently still Bleeding?? Then why are you trying to walk around so much and convince them to keep going??? are you going into shock??????!!!!

(No, but they might be you say, making Four and Wind snort-laugh and Legend huff/Twi look like a shamed dog/Time try to hide an amused smile/etc.)

by the time u actually convince the collective motherhens to get back on the road, ur like on the last day of ur period (and bc u lied abt not bleeding anymore) but not without realizing youve gotten subtly put in the center of the group with Wind, who's clearly distracting you abt it

they get over it quickly, and while theres a shared moment around the campfire where they all give you equally horrified looks that this happens every month (even Times and Legend 😭 even if theyre clearly trying to muffle it lmao)

but pls note that while theyre not as panicked next time, they are now pavlov'ed to keep track of ur periods lowkey, drown u in blankets, heating pad/pain potions, stuff u full of ur favorite Hyrulian foods of whatever era yall are in atm, and generally just be rlly cute blonde famous heroes turned an entire servant/maid staff

(Wind also managed to sneak into ur fluff mountain every time to be cuddle buddies w/you and the others are too embarassed to admit they want a turn so it kind of ends up with every link lowkey glaring at Wind every time they come in or close to do smth for you while Wind just looks like that smug cat meme lol)

(Speaking of memes, have a meme i made just for this occasion)

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i hope that was okay and since i didnt see this til later u can save it for next time!!

Peace out,

🌙 📁

#link x reader #link x fem reader #link x gender neutral reader #lu x reader #linked universe reader #linked universe x reader #moon asks #moon made memes #the new tag for memes i make just for yall <3

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seyph · 5 months ago

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A series of fanart of But first they must catch you by CosmicEpithet

This time using paper, ink, colored pencils and watercolor 🎨

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I am devastated that this fic didn't update in years 💔

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gliphyartfan · 5 months ago

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Scenario where we stray a little to close and die in battle. Everyone is grieving, only for Time to grab all his boys and play the Ocarina of Time, bringing them back in time to like that morning well before the battle. Everyone is gushing and relived out of their mind all while we’re super confused and panicking because “why does everyone look like they went through HELL?! You all looked fine a second ago why are half of you injured?!?!”

I tried to make this a hint funny but quite frankly, those boys wouldn’t make even the slightest effort to smile after such a tragedy.

Anywho~ let’s begin!

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The battle had been dragging on too long.

They were too close to camp, too close to where (y/n) was supposed to be safe. The usual chaos of fighting monsters had turned into something coordinated, attacks coming in waves, blocking off paths, forcing them to keep moving rather than pushing back.

Something wasn’t right.

Then they heard it.

A scream.

(Y/n)’s scream.

Wild and Legend ran.

They didn’t hesitate, didn’t call out to the others, didn’t stop to think. Their feet moved before their minds could catch up, hearts slamming against their ribs like they were already too late.

(Y/n) should be safe. They should be fine. That scream shouldn’t have happened.

Please be safe.

Please be okay.

Please—

A monstrous roar cut through the air, deep and furious, shaking the ground beneath them.

The camp was in sight.

It was wrecked.

Torn fabric from their tents flapped uselessly in the wind, supplies were scattered and broken, blood smeared the dirt like something had been dragged—

And standing in the middle of it all was a Lynel.

(How. HOW did they not notice such a beast?! to think it got so CLOSE to camp!!)

Huge. Breathing heavy. Sword dripping red.

Wild and Legend didn’t need to search for (y/n).

They were there.

Collapsed. Motionless.

Blood pooling beneath them.

Their hair was covering most of their face, but from here—Wild could still see their eyes.

Wide. Unmoving.

No.

No, no, no, NO—

Wild’s body reacted before his mind did, a sound ripping from his throat, something raw and enraged and desperate. He charged, drawing his weapons as he moved, his body running on instinct, on muscle memory, on rage.

Lynels. He knew how to kill them. He knew their movements, their patterns, their weaknesses.

And he was going to tear this one apart.

Legend barely noticed.

He was already on his knees beside (y/n), hands shaking as he scrambled for whatever potions he had left, pouring them onto their wounds, pressing down with trembling fingers.

Too much blood.

Too deep.

Too still.

“(Y/n)?” His voice cracked. “Hey, hey, come on. Stay with me.” His hands pressed harder, his magic flickering between his fingers as he tried, tried, tried to heal them. “You’re fine. You’re gonna be fine. You have to be fine.”

No response.

Their chest wasn’t moving.

He wasn’t losing them.

He wasn’t.

“Please, please, don’t do this.” he whispered, his fingers gripping too tight, as if he could physically keep them here.

As if he could stop them from slipping away.

Wild was still fighting, hacking, killing. The Lynel barely had time to react before he was tearing it apart, his strikes vocious, his movements fueled by something beyond anger.

But Legend didn’t look up.

His entire world had narrowed down to (y/n).

And those unseeing eyes.

——-

——

The battlefield behind them was eerily quiet, the last of the monsters taken care of. But there was no relief. No victory. Just a sick feeling crawling up their spines, twisting their stomachs.

They quickly followed the path Wild and Legend had taken, weapons still drawn, bodies tense. They felt something was wrong before they even saw it.

Then they reached the camp.

And the world stopped.

Wild was still hunched over his blade, tbe Lynel collapsing from the final stroke through it’s head, Wild’s breath ragged, blood, his or its, no one knew, dripping from his blade.

His eyes were wild, teeth bared, the rage that had driven him still bubbling beneath the surface. But he wasn’t moving.

Legend was crouched beside (y/n, arms clutching them close, his expression twisted with desperation.

And then there was (y/n).

Still. Too still.

The blood around them was so much.

No one spoke. The air was thick with a suffocating silence, as if even breathing too loud would make this, this awful, sickening nightmare, more real.

Hyrule was the first to move.

A single step. Then another.

Then he was running.

He dropped to his knees beside them, his hands already glowing with the familiar light of his Life Spell, fingers trembling as he pressed his hands to their skin.

The magic flared.

Then sputtered.

Didn’t take.

His breath hitched.

“No-” His voice cracked as he pushed more, pleading with the magic, with them. ‘Nonononono…”

The others started moving, drawn in like gravity itself was pulling them toward the only one that mattered to them. Slowly, cautiously, terrified.

One by one, they gathered around, forming a tight circle, as if their presence alone could keep you here.

No one said anything at first. There was nothing to say.

Twilight hovered close, hands clenching and unclenching, like he was barely holding himself together. Sky was shaking, his entire body rigid, fists curled so tight they were white. Warriors swallowed thickly, his usual composure gone, replaced with something raw and unreadable.

Wind’s lips were pressed together, his expression tight, angry in the way one locke in denial and grief often is. Four’s fingers twitched at his sid, his eyes locked onto (y/n)’s like looking away would make this worse.

Time was silent, his face unreadable but his hands shaking at his sides.

Someone, maybe Sky, let out a quiet, broken sound.

Then Warriors knelt beside (y/n), one hand gripping their shoulder, his voice hoarse. “Hey. Hey, come on.”

Like he was expecting them to just open their eyes and tell everyone this was all some cruel joke.

Like they’d wake up if he just held on tight enough.

Legend had stopped speaking altogether, his shoulders shaking as he bit down on his lip so hard it nearly bled.

Hyrule’s magic flared again, fighting to work, his breathing harsh.

“Please…” he whispered.

The others stayed so still, the air around them too fragile, as if any wrong move would send it all shattering into something worse.

They couldn’t lose them.

They…they simply couldn’t.

—-

Time stood frozen, staring down at their still body. The world around him felt distant, the sounds muffled, like he was underwater, like he was drowning.

His breath came fast, shallow, the rush of blood roaring in his ears, drowning out everything else. His heart slammed against his ribs, a relentless pounding that rattled through his chest.

It was a feeling he hadn’t felt in so long.

Like he was a child again.

Like he was powerless.

He had spent his entire life fighting against fate, defying it, clawing his way through trials no one should have to endure.

He had walked through time itself, lived two lifetimes, shouldered the burden of Hyrule’s expectations. He had worn a mask that turned him into something beyond mortal, something that should have made him strong enough to protect what mattered.

And then that Sorcerersss had dragged him and many others into that war, he had fought alongside other legends, both old and new, had witnessed firsthand what it meant to lead, to command, to win.

He had survived all of it.

And yet here he was, standing over their body, feeling helpless.

His hands clenched at his sides, trembling.

No.

No, this wasn’t happening.

This couldn’t be happening.

They were supposed to be safe.

He had watched over them, he had promised.

His vision blurred, his breath coming in short, panicked bursts.

It wasn’t supposed to be them.

He should have been faster.

Should have been stronger.

Should have-

He took a step forward, his foot landing in the pool of blood. Their blood.

His stomach twisted violently, bile rising in his throat.

He couldn’t do this again.

Not another person. Not them.

The others had gathered around now, their grief tangible, suffocating. Hyrule was desperately pushing his magic into them, his hands glowing too bright, his breaths too fast.

Time felt himself sway slightly, like the weight of it all was pressing down on him, crushing him.

A quiet voice, from somewhere deep inside, from the child he had buried long ago, whispered, Not again. Not again. Not again.

And yet—

They weren’t moving.

The world felt too small, like it was closing in, like his ribs were collapsing in on themselves.

He could hear Sky muttering something under his breath, Warriors pressing down harder on their shoulder, like he could just shake them back awake.

Wild was still kneeling beside the Lynel’s corpse, his body hunched over, his entire frame shaking with something between rage and despair.

And Legend was curled over them, his head bowed, his shoulders trembling.

Time forced himself to breathe, forcing back the panic, the nausea.

He couldn’t afford to break down.

Not now.

Not here.

Because if he let himself slip, if he let himself grieve, it would be admitting that they were already gone.

Time barely noticed when his hands started to shake.

His breathing was uneven, shallow, like he couldn’t get enough air. His heart hammered in his chest, erratic and painful. His mind was slipping, too many thoughts at once, too many emotions clashing and screaming inside him.

His fingers curled, nails digging into his palms, his hands trembling so violently that he could barely control them. He needed to do something, needed to act, needed to fix this-

His hand brushed against something within one of his pouches.

Smooth. Familiar.

His breath hitched. His fingers twitched, hesitant, before reaching in and slowly pulling it free.

He held it with both hands, staring down at it like it was something foreign, something he didn’t recognize. But he did. Of course, he did. (Was this disassociation?)

This was his.

This was a power he desperately needed.

His vision blurred, he wasn’t sure if it was from grief, from desperation, from the pressure crushing down on him. But his mind… his mind was erratic, scattered, racing in a dozen different directions.

To undo.

To change.

His breath came faster, harsher.

What if he could undo this?

His grip tightened on the ocarina, knuckles going white, his entire body trembling.

He could fix this.

He could make it right.

He could bring them back.

His heartbeat pounded so loud it drowned out everything else.

He lifted the ocarina to his lips, fingers poised, ready to play.

Only for a hand to grab his arm and yank it away.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Twilight’s voice was raw, edged with something frantic and desperate. His grip on Time’s arm was bruising, fingers digging in as though physically stopping him would undo the sheer horror of the moment.

Time barely turned his head, the motion sluggish, his mind still caught in a haze of grief and erratic thoughts.

Twilight’s chest heaved, his breath ragged, eyes wild. “You-You can’t just-” He choked, his voice catching like the words physically fought him to leave his throat.

Warriors was there too, stepping in, his face tense, unreadablex but there was a sharpness in his gaze as he stared down at the instrument in Time’s hands.

Twilight’s grip on Time tightened. “You don’t—You don’t get to play that song! You don’t get to—” He cut himself off, his breath hitching as he visibly struggled to get his words under control. “That song—it means—”

He stopped again, shaking his head furiously, his grip still locked on Time like he was terrified of letting go.

Time exhaled, slow, measured. “This is the only way..”

His voice was steady, but it wasn’t him. It wasn’t the leader of the Chain speaking, it was something worn. Something dangerously close to the child he had long since buried.

But Twilight barely heard him.

“You don’t get to just—You don’t get to—!”

His hands curled into fists, his breathing was shallow, his body was locked so tight he looked like he was on the verge of breaking into pieces.

He couldn’t say it.

Couldn’t say the word.

Because if he said it, it would be real.

And he didn’t want it to be real.

Twilight was unraveling. He felt himself unraveling, his body too tight, too tense, like if he let go for even a second, he’d completely fall apart. His breath was coming in short, panicked bursts, his throat tight with something raw and unbearable. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking, gripping Time’s tunic like it was the only thing keeping him standing.

“You—” Twilight’s voice cracked, his words slipping out, desperate and broken. “You can’t just—You don’t get to do this, Time!”

Time remained still. His expression unreadable. His hands, tight around the ocarina, steady in a way Twilight’s weren’t.

“Twilight.”

It was calm. Too calm. Like he was trying to soothe a cornered animal.

It only made Twilight’s breathing worse.

“No! Don’t—don’t say my name like that! Like you—like you know something I don’t! Like you’ve already decided—” His chest was heaving, his grip tightening before loosening again, his body betraying him, caught between fight and collapse. “You think you can just play that song and..and—” His voice broke, “They’re NOT gone, Time, you can’t just act like their soul needs peace! T…They’re just—” He shook his head, “they aren’t gone, they..they need help! ..w-we need to find a healer! A fairy! S-someone who can…can...”

A beat of silence.

Then—

Time exhaled and looked properly at Twilight.

And Twilight froze.

His whole body locked up, something primal inside of him screaming run but keeping him rooted in place at the same time.

He’d seen that gaze before. Seen it on him, when the moon was full and seemingly burning and the weight of something much older, much more terrifying, resting against his shoulders. White. Cold. Empty.

Not human.

Twilight’s breath hitched. His grip on Time’s arm vanished, hands falling away, shaking as he stumbled a step back.

Time’s voice didn’t waver.

“I will fix this.”

The words settled over them like a death sentence.

Final. Unwavering.

Twilight couldn’t move. He felt paralyzed, his whole body fighting between panic and something almost instinctual, something telling him that this wasn’t his mentor, this wasn’t the man he knew.

The air was thick with something they couldn’t name.

Then—

“How can you fix THIS?”

Legend.

His voice was sharp but quiet, words slow, careful, as if afraid of the answer.

His bloodied hands were still on (y/n), fingers curled, knuckles white. His mouth was pressed into a thin line, his face pale, his body unmoving.

And he was staring at Time.

So were the others now. Minus Wild who remained on his knees where he was.

Time’s grip on the ocarina never wavered.

He was looking ahead, staring at something they couldn’t see.

Then—

“What are you about to do?” Legend asked.

“..The Song of Time.”

The words left Warrior’s lips before he could even think to stop them.

And then everyone was looking at him now, including Wild.

every single one of them turned to Time in a split second.

Because they knew what that meant.

Time’s fingers tightened around the ocarina.

“You—” Warriors took a step forward, “You were going to play the Song of Time?”

Time said nothing. He just looked at him.

And that was enough.

Hyrule’s breath hitched. “Wait—wait, could he—”

“Twilight jerked like he’d been hit, his mind finally catching up to the weight of what was happening.

“You—” his voice cracked, “You were going to undo this? You weren’t…?”

Time finally blinked. The weight in his gaze lessened just enough for Twilight to suck in a sharp, shuddering breath.

But Time still didn’t waver.

“I will fix this.” He said it again.

Warriors’ breath was uneven, his mind racing, hands twitching at his sides like he wanted to rip that damn ocarina from Time’s grasp.

But he didn’t.

Because deep down, some part of him wanted to believe.

He swallowed hard. “Will it work?”

Time’s fingers curled tighter around the ocarina. His jaw tensed, his throat bobbing as he exhaled slow. “It will.”

And that was it.

That was all he said.

That shouldn’t have been enough.

But the way he said it, steady, certain, absolute,’like the sky was blue, like fire was hot, like the sun would rise tomorrow-

It made the air heavy.

It made belief an inevitability.

Sky’s breath hitched. “But—”

“How do you know?!” Wind cut in, shaking, desperate.. “How do you know it’ll be far enough?!”

“What if it only sends us back before the battle?” Wild snapped, voice raw. “We’d be dragging the beasts right to them! What if it doesn’t change anything? What if we just—” He broke off, his whole body trembling, his fingers digging into his arms like he was holding himself together with sheer force of will.

Time’s gaze flicked to him.

Then to Wind.

Then to Warriors.

To Twilight.

To everyone.

“It will.”

Like this wasn’t a question.

Like it was already decided.

Legend exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “And if you’re wrong?”

Time didn’t answer.

Because he wasn’t.

Because the idea that he could be was never an option.

Not when it came to (y/n).

Never when it came to that one person.

“Time-“ Twilight’s voice cracked, his whole body tensed, barely keeping himself from shaking apart. “Do you even know how far it’ll—”

“I do.”

Twilight flinched.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t forceful.

But it was final.

It was a fact.

Like the way he breathed. Like the way he fought.

Like the way he had always been the Hero of Time.

This would work.

Because it had to.

“Now gather close, or you will be left behind.”

Time didn’t wait for another argument.

Didn’t give them another second to question him, to hesitate.

He just pressed the ocarina to his lips and played.

The first note rang out, trembling through the air, and the world shifted.

The melody poured from him like second nature, each note pulling at something unseen, unraveling the fabric of reality, tugging at the very threads of time itself.

The air around him hummed, thick with power, and he barely noticed when the others moved closer. Whether it was instinct or trust or sheer desperation, he didn’t know. Didn’t care.

All that mattered was the song.

All that mattered was fixing this.

The ground beneath him vanished. The sky unraveled like ink spilling across parchment. He was falling, weightless, the notes still lingering in the air as time itself bent.

And he knew this feeling.

Had lived this feeling.

He was used to it, the way time peeled away like layers of an old tapestry, the way the past reached up to swallow him whole.

But the others-

Some of them gasped, sharp and breathless, the weight of the shift hitting them like a punch to the gut. Some gritted their teeth, held onto each other, held onto him.

But Time didn’t focus on them.

Didn’t let himself get distracted.

Because there was only the song.

Only the pull of time wrenching them backward, dragging them through the currents of the past, demanding they return to where they were supposed to be.

He felt the moment it worked.

The moment the world clicked back into place.

And when his boots hit solid ground againc when the weight of his body settled into the morning light, into the world that had not yet seen blood,

He exhaled.

And opened his eyes.

For a long moment, no one spoke.

The morning sun filtered through the trees, golden and warm, birds chirping in the distance like nothing had changed—like everything hadn’t changed.

The smell of cooking drifted through the air, something light and familiar, the scent of simmering stew bubbling away in the pot that Wild—the past Wild—had left unattended just moments ago.

The camp was… whole.

No shattered remains of their tents, no bloodstains in the dirt, no lingering stench of burnt wood and monster corpses.

No… (y/n) lying broken on the ground.

Time let out a slow breath, calm and steady, as if this was exactly what he’d expected. And it was.

He knew it would work.

The others, though…

They were stiff, wary, shifting in place like the ground might give out beneath them at any second.

Legend was rubbing at his face, as if trying to wipe away the exhaustion that still clung to him. Wild was staring at the bubbling stew like it was some kind of hallucination.

Twilight stood a little ways off, staring at his hands, clenching and unclenching them like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

Warriors was the first to speak. His voice was hoarse, his throat raw from all the shouting and grief of before, of a future that no longer existed.

“…We actually did it…” he muttered, like he barely believed it.

Wind swallowed hard. He looked down at his boots, scuffed and dirty from the battle that technically hadn’t happened yet. “We’re still—” He hesitated, gesturing at himself. At all of them. “Like this.”

Blood. Dirt. Scrapes and bruises from a fight that hadn’t even started. Evidence of what they’d just lived through, proof that it had been real.

That (y/n) had been-

Time exhaled slowly.

“It doesn’t matter.” His voice was even, firm. Grounding. “We’re here.”

He didn’t need to say why.

Didn’t need to remind them of what they needed to do next.

Because their heads all turned, almost in unison, toward the only tent still closed up for the morning.

The one where (y/n) was still asleep.

Still safe.

Still alive.

For a long, long moment, no one moved.

They just stood there, frozen in place, staring at the closed tent.

The urge to rush forward was almost unbearable, like a rope yanking at their chests, but no one made the first move.

It was too much.

The blood was still fresh in their memories. The sight of (y/n) lying there, unmoving, unbreathing—

They couldn’t go through that again.

So they stood there, tense and waiting, barely breathing.

And then—

Soft murmurs. A sleepy sigh. Rustling blankets.

The sounds hit them, sharp and painful in a way they couldn’t describe, their hearts all slamming against their ribs as the tent flaps finally shifted—

And (y/n) crawled out, rubbing their eyes, hair a mess, voice groggy as they blinked up at the group.

“…Mornin’,” they mumbled, completely oblivious to the way everyone stared.

No blood. No pain. No lifeless eyes staring up at them.

Just… sleepy, alive (y/n), squinting at them like they were the weird ones.

They yawned. “You guys okay?”

No one answered.

Because no one could breathe.

It was Hyrule who moved first.

Slow, cautious, like he was afraid to startle them. His hands trembled as he reached out, fingers barely ghosting over (y/n)’s arms, their shoulders, their face—checking for wounds that weren’t there anymore.

It was like his body was working faster than his mind, the overwhelming need to confirm pushing him forward before he could even think about it.

And then, as if his movement snapped a thread holding everyone back, the others surged forward.

They were on (y/n) in seconds, surrounding them, crowding close, hands reaching and grasping, pulling them into checks and touches that were both frantic and careful.

(Y/n) barely had time to react before they were trapped in a wall of bodies, everyone brushing over their arms, their back, their face—looking for injuries that didn’t exist.

“What— guys, what the hell—?” (Y/n) yelped, blinking fast as they suddenly registered how dirty everyone was.

Blood. Scrapes. Dirt smeared over their clothes and skin, like they’d been through something.

Like they’d just come back from a war.

(Y/n)’s breath hitched, their drowsiness vanishing.

“What happened to you guys?” Their voice was cautious now, eyes darting between the wild, desperate looks on their faces.

No one answered right away.

They were too busy touching them, reassuring themselves, trying to make sure this wasn’t some cruel trick—

That (y/n) was here. Alive. Whole.

Time, standing back from the chaos, finally let out a breath.

It worked.

——

It took a while for things to settle down.

At first, (y/n) was just confused,rightfully so. One minute they were crawling out of the tent, rubbing the sleep from their eyes, and the next, they were practically being smothered by the Chain.

And not in the usual overprotective way.

This was different.

It was desperate.

It took a lot of reassurance,(y/n) reluctantly eating breakfast while Wild kept glancing up like they’d disappear if he looked away, Warriors and Legend hovering nearby, and Twilight sticking close as if physically shielding them from something,before the group finally got moving.

Time made the call.

They weren’t staying here.

(Y/n) didn’t get why,nothing seemed wrong, their camp was fine, their usual routine untouched,but there was no arguing with him. He wasn’t going to change his mind.

So they packed up and left.

They moved far,not stopping until the area around them was completely unfamiliar, setting up camp in a much safer place, where there were no signs of monster dens, no ruins where enemies could be lurking, nothing.

And still, the paranoia remained.

No one relaxed.

Even after the fire was lit, even after dinner was done, even after everyone was settled in for the night, there was an edge to the air. Like the whole group was waiting for something.

(Y/n) had questions. So many questions.

But the longer they stared at the exhausted, shaken faces around them, the more they decided they didn’t want the answers just yet.

Eventually, one by one, the others turned in for the night. Even if they wouldn’t truly rest, they at least tried to pretend to.

(Y/n) was in their tent, laying down, half-expecting Twilight or Wild to come and insist on sharing their bedroll like they sometimes did when they got particularly clingy—

But instead, it was Time.

They blinked as the tent flap shifted, his tall form stepping inside. He moved slow, deliberate, like he was testing the space between them.

(Y/n) sat up, eyebrows raising.

“Uh… hey?” They greeted cautiously. “Something wrong?”

Time didn’t answer right away.

He just looked at them.

Really looked at them.

Like he was memorizing them all over again.

(Y/n) shifted under the weight of it, that unsettled feeling creeping back into their gut.

“… Time?”

Time sat down next to them without a word.

Not across from them, not a small distance away—right next to them, close enough that (y/n) could feel the slight shift in the bedroll beneath them.

He was silent.

Not just the usual quiet, the comfortable, thoughtful kind of silence Time carried.

This was heavy.

Thick.

Suffocating.

(Y/n) shifted awkwardly, the unease crawling up their spine. The others had been acting strange all day, but Time’s presence right now felt even worse. Like the weight of a storm about to break, something pressing down on them, making their stomach churn.

They hesitated.

Then, quietly, “Time… what’s going on?”

Still, he didn’t speak.

Didn’t even move.

Just sat there, shoulders stiff, hands clasped loosely together.

(Y/n) swallowed, forcing a nervous chuckle.

“Okay, you’re really starting to freak me out, old man. Did something happen?”

Finally, Time exhaled, slow and steady.

“…Something happened.”

(Y/n) perked up a little. “Yeah?”

Time nodded.

“I fixed it.”

(Y/n) blinked.

“…What?”

Another pause.

(Y/n) narrowed their eyes, the hairs on the back of their neck standing on end.

“Fixed what? What—”

“Don’t.”

The firm edge in Time’s voice startled them into silence.

It wasn’t a command.

It wasn’t an order.

It was a plea.

Time turned his head slightly, his jaw clenched, his good eye dark in the dim light of the tent.

“If you keep asking me…” he said, voice low, slow, measured, “I will tell you.”

(Y/n) stared.

He swallowed, his hands tightening into fists against his knees.

“And I don’t want to tell you…” He admitted, not wanting to te them how they all failed in protecting them. How their blood pooled beneath their cold body.. “So please… don’t ask me.”

(Y/n) felt their pulse in their throat.

Something was wrong.

The others had been acting strange, paranoid. Wild had barely let them breathe all morning. The whole group had been on edge, even after they had moved camp.

And now Time was sitting beside them, heavy and tired and quietly begging them not to dig any further.

(Y/n) licked their lips, their voice small.

“…Was it that bad?”

Time inhaled sharply.

His fingers twitched.

His mind flickered back-

The torn camp.

The blood.

(Y/n), limp and still, their lifeless eyes staring at nothing.

Time closed his eye.

“…Yes.”

(Y/n) barely had time to process the answer before they found themselves moving.

Their body acted before their mind, before they even realized what they were doing, reaching out, wrapping their arms around Time, holding onto him firmly, as if trying to ground them both.

For a moment, there was nothing.

Time sat stiffly beneath their hold, unresponsive.

Then his shoulders shook.

A breath hitched.

A sharp inhale, one that he tried to keep quiet, but (y/n) felt it against their shoulder, the way his body trembled, the weight of his grief pushing against them, too much to fully contain but held back just enough.

(Y/n) held him tighter.

They didn’t understand what happened.

They didn’t know what Time had done.

But whatever it was…

It had hurt him. Hurt them all. badly.

(Y/n) pulled back slightly, hands still resting on Time’s shoulders as they looked up at him.

His head was bowed, breath uneven, his expression twisted with something too heavy to name. The dim light of the tent only made it worse, casting shadows over the worn lines of his face.

Without thinking, (y/n) reached up, cupping his face gently and tilting it so he’d look at them.

Time’s good eye met theirs, surprise flickering through the grief.

(Y/n) gave him a determined look before brushing their thumb over his cheek, wiping away a stray tear.

“I won’t ask again.” they murmured.

Time exhaled shakily, the tension in his shoulders softening ever so slightly.

(Y/n) let their expression ease, giving him a tired little smile.

“But,” they continued, tilting their head, “I at least hope you and the others got revenge before you fixed it.”

A weak chuckle left Time, his voice rough.

“I think…Wild handled that part.”

(Y/n) huffed a laugh.

“Figures.” They let their hands fall from his face, nodding in satisfaction. “That’s all I need to know.”

Silence settled between them, but it was more relaxed now. The weight in the air wasn’t as suffocating, no longer pressing down so hard it was unbearable.

(Y/n) shifted, glancing towards the tent entrance, then back to Time.

“…I kinda don’t wanna sleep alone tonight.”

Time turned to look at them fully, his eye scanning their face.

(Y/n) rubbed the back of their neck awkwardly.

“Would you… stay?”

Time blinked.

Then, slowly, he nodded.

A small smile grew on his lips, the kind that carried warmth despite the exhaustion in his gaze.

(Y/n) returned it, letting out a breath of relief.

“…Good.”

Without another word, they shifted to make room, patting the spot beside them.

Time followed, moving to lay down beside them, a bit nervously but eagerly.

And as (y/n) settled next to him, still for a moment before arms wrapped around Time, he tensed before slowly wrapping his own arms around them.

Eventually, Time let out a deep sigh, his whole body relaxing as he feels their heart beat (alive, strong, such a wonderful rhythm) feeling their presence close, steady and real.

It was exactly what he needed. (He had a feeling the others will also get their own nights with their darling soon enough. (y/n) was just like that to be so considerate.)

It took no time at all for him to sleep.

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maple-the-awesome · 7 months ago

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Another Link Crushes On You || Part 1/3

Part 2 || Part 3

Pairings: Hyrule, Time, Sky x GN Reader

Overview: You've known Link for years - Well, a version of Link. Neither of you have seen yourselves as being anything more than friends, although it seems not all Link's think the same, in fact when you're introduced to the Chain, one of the boys happens to fall pretty hard for you. I spun a wheel to let fate decide upon random pairs this time. Needless to say, I had a lot of fun with some of them😁

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"Well, look what the cat dragged in. 'was beginning to think you might be dead in a ditch somewhere," You scoff, making your presence known as you lean against the door frame coolly while eyeing your long lost roommate and, more importantly, the company he’s brought home, "Hylia's sake, one of you is enough as it is. Now nine?"

Legend breathes your name in a sigh, not so much as glancing away from the chest he currently digs through, "I can always count on you for a warm welcome."

Despite the sarcasm and rolled eyes, you don't seem to actually hold any true disdain towards one another. Quite the opposite, an observant bystander would notice how the Vet's shoulders relax upon hearing your voice, and how there’s a slight curve to your lips following his snark reply. You’re someone who brings him comfort; someone the Chain can trust.

Pushing yourself from the doorframe, you give them a friendly smile and wave, “I take it you must be the other heroes Link’s told me about in his letters - Less I’m to believe he found yet another ragtag group of misfits to drag around with him…It’s nice to finally meet other people who can bear to put up with his nonsense. I’m his roommate, by the way. Sorry I wasn’t around last time you stopped by.”

"Oh, so he has two roommates then -?”

“- His actual roommate," You correct with an annoyed huff. Of course, it's only half hearted, "Ravio doesn't count since he doesn't pay rent."

"He should. He's around enough," Legend's voice is echoed by the chest.

There’s more conversation to be had as the two of you bicker, although much of it becomes muted ambience for Hyrule who takes to wandering the room in awe of his predecessor’s impressive collection. Boomerangs and gauntlets, hammers and feathers, even an entire little chest overflowing with enchanted clothing…Sure, it’s probably not practical to most, but an adventurer can dream, can’t he? Amongst all of this stuff, Hyrule can’t decide what seems more interesting. The magic rods? A library of maps? How about the unique magical instruments lining the walls?

“...You're the one who practically showed up on my doorstep just begging for a place to stay."

"Really? Because I remember finding and nursing you back to health out of the kindness of my heart after you got your ass kicked by a moblin.”

"I had everything under control -”

- Just then, while half distracted by the argument behind him, Hyrule accidentally bumps into a shelf which causes its contents to shake violently. His shoulders tense in preparation for the awful sound of shattering no doubt followed by Legend’s scolding, but before one of the potions can hit the floor, a hand skillfully dives to catch it.

“Careful there. You could really get hurt with some of the stuff in here,” You smirk, setting the potion back onto the shelf before turning around with your hands placed upon your hips, “I keep telling Bunny this place could be more spacious if he’d just sort through some of this junk, but he’s too emotionally attached to it all to ever take my advice.”

“It’s good to be prepared, I guess,” Hyrule stammers, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment - At least, that must be why he feels so nervous all of a sudden. What other reason would there be?

“There’s already been a few times when the Vet’s items have saved our tails.”

You hum, cocking your head to the side as you look the brunette over. In all likelihood, it’s probably only a split second that your eyes glance his way, yet it’s enough to make him feel see-through. Are you judging him? Do you see how knotted his hair is or how desperately his face needs to be washed?

Golly, you’re attractive yourself - which should be a perfectly normal thing to think because yes, conventionally speaking, you could be found very attractive and for good reason. How did Legend and you meet again? Did he say it was strictly platonic or are you already spoken for? Is that even something Hyrule should be thinking right now? Why would he be thinking such a thing when all you’ve done is look straight into his soul - …And you’re gone.

Regardless of whether you noticed Hyrule’s internal panic, you end up straying from his side to start sorting through a nearby chest yourself. If he hadn’t been stunned stupid, he would’ve heard the words you speak to the group while tossing aside items, “Here’s an idea: maybe some of you guys can take a few items off Link’s hands - Split them up amongst the group to get it out of our hair -”

“- Absolutely not!” Legend’s voice comes from somewhere over the heaps of junk, not that it does anything to stop you.

Finally finding whatever it was that you were looking for, you stand up and make your way back over to Hyrule. Before he can react beyond a jolt, you take his hand and place something in it before putting your own on top. Your touch is soft in contrast to his own rough skin. Oh, and that wink you give him - It’s enough to make his face explode in red. It could be deadly for his heart to race any faster!

“...Don’t let him catch you with it,” You whisper, and that smirk you give makes him certain you know what you’re doing.

“I - um - Oh, sure…I -”

You chuckle at the flustered boy, regrettably removing your hands from his before once again leaving his side. He thinks you say something about refreshments, maybe lunch, but honestly, he’s as good as gone to this world. It takes a bit of shaking from Four and shouting from Wind to properly snap him out of it, at least enough so to finally look down at his hand.

There’s a small blue telescope in his grasp, and it’s with that that he finally decides: you are probably, by far, the most interesting thing to be found here in Legend’s collection.

This is nice - peaceful, even, which tends to be a rare gift these days. Granted, the sun is a little too bright, and it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if someone walks away from this island with a nasty sunburn (most likely Twilight and Wild), but at least there’s somewhat of a gentle breeze to balance out the heat, and a quiet moment protected from any childish shenanigans is never something to turn down.

Most of the boys have been whisked off by Wind who had deemed it a crime that some of them have never seen the sea before. Those who managed to escape his attention have hopefully been keeping out of trouble on their own, basking in much needed time to themselves elsewhere on the island (after all, it does get tiresome traveling in such a large group for so long).

It matters not which deity has decided to smile down upon him today and grace him with this break. What matters is Time’s relaxed - as relaxed as a man with his background and mindset can ever be - while standing here in the sun, soaking in its glow and your perfectly tranquil company.

Ah yes, he hasn’t been left entirely alone. You’re here, too, but unlike his traveling companions, you’re closer to his age and thus seem to match his level of maturity and easygoing nature - a godsent in these trifling times, really.

Currently, you sit upon the porch humming a pleasant little tune while combing Aryll’s hair. She sits between your legs, happily swinging her feet as you work small handfuls at a time, your movements as gentle and careful as the breeze - And that adoring look in your eyes…It could be enough to melt any heart.

Time finds himself being put at ease by the domestic sight, wordlessly admiring how effortlessly you balance caring for the young child while conversing with a stranger like himself, speaking to him softly as if a personal friend of yours:

“Link’ll probably want to stay with his grandma tonight, but the rest of you might do better staying with me. I’m sure she’ll offer, though I’d worry about the stress hosting so many traveler’s would put on her,” You explain, skillfully dividing Aryll’s hair into two blue ribbons, “I have space in my own hut, so there’d be no trouble.”

“It’s nice weather,” Time mentions, gazing up at the clear sky above, “None of us would mind sleeping under the stars -”

“- No trouble at all,” You emphasize with a breath, pretending not to hear his own point. He merely smiles, having no will to argue. They haven’t been here long, and yet this is the second argument he’s unlikely to win against you. The first was your insistence that they stay the night at all with promises to host them well.

Once finished with her hair, Aryll thanks you in a hurry before scurrying off to find her big brother. You chuckle at her enthusiasm, but soon after, there’s a shift in your mood. Suddenly, you grow a bit sad and anxious. Time can’t help noticing the concern that briefly overtakes your expression, twisting your lips into a frown as you raise a nail to nibble on. Now that you’re truly alone, he can no longer mock ignorance to how exhausted you look, and it takes no genius to understand why that may be.

“...Rupee for your thoughts?” Really? That’s the best he can come up with in all his years of wisdom? It’s such a lame way to break the silence and an even lamer way to start a serious conversation with someone you’ve only just met.

Fortunately, you don’t seem to hold any judgment against him. Instead you sigh and look at him from over your shoulder with a sorrowful smile, “Is my stress that obvious?”

“I’ve been around long enough to know a mask when I see one,” Pushing him off the beam he’s been casually leaning against, Time invites himself to finally sit beside you on the steps.

You don’t say anything all too quickly in response, rather you turn back to the sea with a deep inhale.

“...I worry about him,” You eventually confess through a whisper,“Every time he comes back from one of his adventures, he’s…different. Not enough so for anyone else to notice, but I do. He’s getting older - more mature, for better or for worse - and the things he’s had to witness - the battles and responsibilities that no child should ever have to bear - I can’t help seeing how it’s all starting to wear him down, slowly but surely.

“...And I know - I know this is his destiny and that he’s already saved the world once. I know he can handle himself, but he’s - he’s still just a boy! He shouldn’t have to bear the burden of the world upon his shoulders! He should be running around this island, digging for treasure in the sand and catching pigs. Instead he’s finding treasure in dangerous dungeons and fighting pigs!”

Time frowns. What can he say to comfort you? That it’s all going to get better? That maybe, one day, Wind will return home and stay for good? Even though you’re a stranger he has no obligation to, he can’t bring himself to provide an empty promise like that, because out of all the heroes here, he knows best that it would be a lie. This road they’re on - This road the Goddesses have sent each of them down - There is no end to it…Not one that he’s found, anyway…

Fortunately or unfortunately, Time doesn’t get the chance to collect his thoughts nor offer any words of encouragement (if he could’ve even decided on some). You sigh before he has a second to respond, suddenly looking back at him with an optimistic smile only half fitting of the current mood, “...You’ll keep an eye on him, won’t you? Make sure he doesn’t get too ahead of himself, at least during the time that you’re all traveling together?”

"You have my word."

At a minimum, he’s able to give you that promise. The road ahead is rugged and treacherous with fearsome monsters around every corner…but Time can promise that he’ll give his all to protect those in his party. No harm shall fall upon any of the boys so long as he’s able to take a blade within his own hand. He’ll see to it that Wind returns to your arms at the end of this journey, safe and sound with plenty more stories to tell.

Your sigh releases some of the tension kept within your mind and bones, “...I wish none of you had to go through any of this…”

“At times I wish the same…” His agreement is flat and not exactly what you had hoped to hear, even if it is expected, but at least his next words seem to touch your heart more tenderly, “...But it’s not ourselves who we fight for. It’s people like you; people who deserve to live to see times of peace. The world’s safety will always be payment enough.”

As a captain in the Hylian Royal Army, Warrior’s experience doesn’t quite follow the same origin as most of his counterparts. His training had been professional and grueling, the weight upon his shoulders more direct than a mere whisper in the wind guiding him. He didn't have the luxury of stumbling upon his destiny or sneaking in to find Ganondorf when the time was right - No, he was publicly named then pushed by circumstances to meet Ganondorf on a battlefield, of all places.

It’s a life few in the Chain can exactly relate to, although some similar undertones aren’t missed upon Wild and Sky. While Wild isn’t one to draw any attention to it, perhaps not remembering enough about himself to know why any of this may or may not feel familiar, Sky’s a bit more acclimated to this systematized environment than his brothers, even if it is still rather different than home.

The army of this world clearly functions on a far larger scale than any of the knights back on Skyloft, and the air carries more tension than what could ever be found in a classroom, even on testing days. Nevertheless, Sky appreciates how much pride Warrior takes in showing off his world, not letting the stern expressions of anyone they pass dampen his excitement, after all, despite some previous experience fighting alongside inhabitants of other timelines, it’s rare that he’s given the chance to be the host himself, not a simple guest.

"There's someone I'd like you guys to meet!" The Captain announces at the same moment his eyes and smile lighten considerably. Clearly, he’s spotted a new target, one he makes a quick b-line for with the others close on his trail.

A call of your name is all it takes to capture your attention, although contrast to Warrior’s spark, you seem far less amused with your reunion.

“And where have you been?” You hiss, your narrowed eyes disapproving as they basically dare your friend - colleague, maybe? - to try excusing his sudden absence and casual reappearance. Now that’s an expression that really sends Sky back to his days at the Academy! Why, he’s only seen it about a hundred times on his instructors over the years!

"Working," Warrior must be accustomed to being on the receiving end of such a harsh glare, because he completely fails to even acknowledge it, instead swiftly changing subjects as he gestures to the heroes behind him with much fanfare, “I came here to introduce you to -”

"- Sailor!” It’s funny how quickly your expression switches, igniting like a fueled fire. Within seconds, you’re rushing right past Warrior to embrace the youngest hero of their group, “Now there’s a face I’ve missed! Long time no see. Oh, look at you! Have you gotten taller?”

Luckily, Wind seems just as happy to see you, giggling and practically hanging onto you as you rub your knuckles into his hair. With your arm still tossed over his shoulder, you raise an eyebrow towards the rest of the Chain who now feel suddenly out of place, not certain if they should also know you.

Warrior comes up to your side to explain, “Funny story, but everyone you see before you is a reincarnation of the hero’s spirit.”

“Ah! Heroes from different times?” You gasp, pressing a finger to your chin as you look them all over with serious consideration yet hardly any surprise. Maybe you’re just as used to this sort of thing as Warrior is, “...Now that you say that, some of them do seem a bit familiar…”

“You must be the Hero of Twilight Midna spoke of!” You conclude with a point towards their Rancher who jolts. Whether because of the sudden attention or the mention of a sore name, he won’t get the chance to say, “I’m guessing so anyway, based on her descriptions, although I must say, she made you sound more…-”

“- Brutish? Rugged?” Warrior’s smirk is smug yet sadly untouchable amongst the careful watch of the surrounding military.

“I was looking for a nicer word, but that is what she said, isn’t it?” You sigh with a defeated shrug before turning to the oldest of the group. You gasp once again, this time with more heart, “And you! You kinda look like -! But it couldn’t be…Is that you Sprout?

“Talk about someone getting taller! The last time I saw you, you were only yea high!” Time’s thankful that you don’t give him the same treatment as Wind, instead minding your distance while awing at the height difference between you both now, although your smile soon turns sorrowful the longer you look him over, “...Your adventures haven’t been kind to you, have they?”

“In case you haven’t already guessed, this is the historian friend I’ve mentioned before - The one who probably knows more about us than we’re to know about ourselves at this point,” Warrior finally explains to his confused friends, coming up to place his hands upon your shoulder, “Give us a favor and try not to overheat now.”

“Oh don’t be so jealous,” You shoot him an unamused glare and swat him away, however he’s saved from any more scolding when you at long last look to Sky. Based upon what little the Captain has mentioned about you up until this moment, you’re a simple Hylian with no powers beyond your strength with a sword and impressive knowledge of Hyrule’s history…So why is it that your eyes have suddenly managed to freeze him like stone?

"As for you, I recognize that shield from Skyloft's era which means...You must be the Hero of Sky!" Your expression once again lights up like a beacon as you swiftly take his hand and give it a firm shake, not seeming at all fazed by his stunned stance, "You're the Master Fi spoke of, I take it? It's an honor to meet you."

"I, uh - It's an honor to meet you, too," At least he gathers enough of his wits to stumble out some words.

"I must say, Skyloft was one of my favorite places we visited during the war. Such a peaceful island - Well, after getting past the life-or-death battles that brought us there in the first place," You say, nudging Warrior as the two of you snicker. Oddly enough, Sky feels a bit disappointed to lose your focus and even more so to see the bond Warrior and you clearly share. Why, though? Why feel so omitted from someone he’s just met?

Fortunately, the negative feelings don't sink too deep until your attention becomes solely trained on him, "There's so little that has survived in our history books about your time - a real shame, too. As the first hero, I'm sure you have some unique experience under your belt."

"I-I guess you could say that…" Sky mumbles awkwardly, shooting a hand up to rub the back of his neck. Then, suddenly feeling a bit bold, he decides to test his luck with an offer, "I could, um, tell you about them if you want?"

Your eyes widen while Warrior rolls his, "You shouldn't have suggested that -"

"- Really?! Well, I'd love to hear it!" Before he can react, you have Sky’s hands sandwiched between yours, your touch impressively soft despite your years of training and fighting or maybe he’s just imagining them that way, "Could you start with the Imprisoned? We fought it a couple of times during the war and man, was it a pain. Fi mentioned you thought it yourself several times. Tell me, how did you -"

"Aaand we lost them…" Warrior groans, face smacked against his hand as you practically drag Sky off without so much as a goodbye to the others, "We're not going to get a word in ourselves for a while now. Let’s just go see if we can’t get an audience with the Queen and come back for them later.”

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