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[linkenthusiast]

Sleeping headcannons

What I feel like each Link would do when it’s time to go to bed with you! (Slight mention of kinks but nothing too big)

Sky

- oh our favourite sleepy cuddle bug ugh, we love a physically clingy man that can manhandle you to bed.

- not without consent of course hehe.

- he’s definitely clingy in bed too, but unconsciously chokes you by 3 am when he’s having a couple dreams (let’s be real, all Links have nightmares…)

- Whether he’s being spooned or is spooning, he’s a happy man.

- could literally fall asleep with only you being his blanket and him being your heater.

(Side note, did you know that women generally feel colder because their inner heat is like 5x more than men? It’s also less spread out so women’s hands and feet just get randomly SUPER COLD compared to men who have a cooler inner body temperature who don’t experience that! All Links take advantage of this to make you feel warm even if they don’t know the reason behind it.)

- being in skyloft makes you 10x colder too, so sky is probably holding hands and holding feet 24/7 in your sleep.

- he’s a light snorer, but fully alert, always ready to protect with a bit of a sleepy stance.

- he probably sleeps with a shirt and some pants, used to having a bit of clothes due to cold weather in skyloft.

- sky does this thing where he shoves his hands up your back just to feel more skin contact. He’s definitely a skin-to-skin type of cuddler—he’d solely take off his shirt for it.

Time

- Our Daddy issues man, or at least for me he is. Ugh the comfort he gives when he gives you a simple hug, IMAGINE sleeping with this man and his shirtless glory hugging you into his toned chest…

- okay got a little carried away but honestly who doesn’t love that. He’s definitely the spooner in the relationship but can be spooned depending on his mood (cough cough, nightmares)

- definitely stays awake at night sometimes not believing that his life is real or that you are real.

- his funny habit is that he DEFINITELY snores LOUDLY when he’s in a comfortable space with safe people and safe everything

- that’s when you KNOW he’s happiest than ever.

- probably sleeps with one eye open otherwise (not that he has a second to use. No I don’t regret that.)

- if you both can’t sleep, you guys will probably chat each other’s ears off till you do or sit in comfortable silence.

- he loves having you beside him, having that one comfortable warm spot always being there with him through very terrifying nights

- you’re both working through his nightmares, and maybe one day you might not have to worry about that at all.

Warriors

- now I’m gonna be fully honest, average man who likes flirting with women definitely had NO IDEA how to sleep the first time y’all went to bed together.

- the awkward straight board of shock realising that you guys are sleeping next to each other. (Not sex get your mind out of the gutter)

- however, you wake up the next morning and your trapped within his arms, unable to get out, and he’d place a couple kissed on your jaw to mess with you.

- definitely also kinda sleeps with one eye open, not much of a snorer…Or so he says but you know he’s a loud one when he’s DEEP in sleep.

- he loves playing with your hair when you can’t sleep.

- curly, straight, wavy, long, medium, short, he’ll find a way to style it in your sleep, you’d wake up with an amazing hairdo (that’s probably disastrous).

- he likes circling patterns on your arms too, like trace it and memorise the FEELING of your skin. He thinks it’s super soft compared to his hand and body that’s littered with scars from his battles.

- sleeps shirtless, keeps a knife under the pillow.

- no one will take this happiness from him.

Twilight

- biggest cuddle bug! Second to sky of course, but a big cuddle bug nonetheless.

- he LOVES spooning you to smell your shampoo, he falls asleep to it and your regular scent.

- I swear to god this guy just has a scent kink but he genuinely finds comfort in it. Hell he even loves shoving his face in your neck when you’re sleeping to take a whiff and fall asleep in an instant.

- bro knows how to fall asleep like in the military, tight routine and schedule and all, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t wake up from nightmares too.

- I wanna say his nightmares are the WORST just simply because his world is so horrific. (The amount of jumpscares I had while playing TP is insane)

- insufferable in summer, this motherfucker is a walking furnace and sadly y’all can’t survive the heat at night, so you decide to link pinkies (hahahaha pun) or tangle legs or something and everything else is treated like it’s gonna give you covid.

- sleeps shirtless, heavenly ripped muscles that you wouldn’t miss the chance to trace before passing out.

-you both have your own weird kinky habits (I think I have it too.)

Hyrule

- poor bby oh my god, third cuddle bug in the list, I was gonna give that spot to Wild but Rulie my baby…

- he deserves all the love, definitely gets spooned often but would love to spoon every now and then too.

- also sleeps with one eye open, monsters constantly out for him isn’t safe for either of you.

- I kinda headcannon that he gets visions of monsters or like a feeling that they’re nearby, call that fairy intuition.

- however, when in a safe spot he’s clinging onto you and completely passed out, like nothing but you matters in his little world.

- likes to sleep with his clothes on to always be able to be on the move, otherwise he’d sleep with a random comfy oversized shirt of yours, yeah he’d steal.

- he’s still a Link, he has to be a menace SOMEHOW.

- on the nights he stays awake, he loves fully paying attention to you and whispering all sweet things about how amazing you are and how he’s such a lucky guy to have a pretty gal like you.

- would move your hair out of your face softly and memorise your every feature, worse, probably worship the land you slept on.

- and he’d 100% give you loads of kisses throughout the night. He feels that if he doesn’t appreciate you enough you might leave. Be sure to pay this bby back tenfold.

Four

- he’s so genuinely complicated I don’t even know where to start.

- he feels like the most normal in the group, with lack of a better word, despite having his personality split shit with the four sword.

- on regular nights, he sleeps close. He’s not a clingy sleeper but he won’t mind you and him mingling limbs together.

- doesn’t mind being spooned or spooning. If he feels like it though he’ll be super affectionate when you guys face each other, he’ll hold your face and place kisses on the corner of your eyes to get you to giggle before sleeping.

- he smiles softly when he hears you laugh, honestly he’s a happy man. God forbid you’d be a sleep talker and he’d be having full conversations in your sleep because he simply loves hearing your voice.

- he sleeps shirtless.

- he’s definitely warm, but Four himself is better for summer while he usually splits for winter when you find your hands and feet growing supper cold.

- you’ll find each colour sticking to one side to help you warm up. The clinginess order being Red, Green, Vio then Blue.

- Blue’s a shy tsundere don’t worry he’ll come around <33

- Vio doesn’t mind being affectionate since he logically knows that it’ll boost your happy system (dopamine but do they know what that is? Hmm) and warms you up.

- green just likes helping, being super close to you is a literal bonus that he takes with cheers in his heart

- red is clingy for the sake of being clingy, helping is the bonus—

- Four is a mix of snores, sometimes he’ll be loud, sometimes quiet and sometimes no snores at all.

- he’s definitely one of those that doesn’t get nightmares as often, but sometimes loses touch of reality and has to ground himself in the middle of the night by just focusing on you.

- he loves you lots <333

Wild

- you won’t be able to sleep with this guy.

- unless you tie his hands and legs and body up to the bed, you won’t be able to sleep with him, he MOVES…A LOT.

- his dreams are the biggest reason for his active movement in his sleep.

- you guys decided a great solution was wrapping him like a burrito and you sleeping while hugging said burrito.

- all jokes aside, he doesn’t move every night but he still sprawls out like a star fish.

- your best bet is sleeping on him so that he’s grounded and is reminded not to move at night because you could get hurt.

- plus as a descendant of Twilight, has a bit of the urge to just smell your shampoo while you’re on top of him.

- another one that loves stealing your clothes, but he lets you steal his so he sees it as fair trade.

- hugs you super tight when he gets nightmares, he doesn’t know how to deal with them so you might have to wake up and shush him down to help him a bit.

- otherwise he might stay up the rest of the night unable to sleep, but hey, at least you’re sleeping peacefully.

- he might just pass out again while he’s sleeping with you like that.

- he does the same as hyrule where he whispers how much he loves you, but not to the same extent as him.

- he’d do a lot for you.

Legend

- hardest for last, tries to be less clingy but can’t help it and gives his act up really early on.

- he loves being spooned, he’s always suffered being a protector and having all these jobs and people to protect, he just thinks it feels nice to not have that pressure on him in his own comfort home.

- he definitely waits for you to sleep first so that he can take his time admiring you or tracing patterns all over the skin if your side, arms or cheeks.

- it’s a little silly but he always wishes for you to have good dreams, he has slight eyebags from his bad ones but you being there and staying there helps with it.

- he sleeps with a shirt on and surprisingly doesn’t snore at all.

- he loves having your legs on him and your arms around him like a little koala. He thinks it’s cute and he gets to just feel you way more so it’s a win win for him.

- I feel like he’d also be a whiner, he basically whines about affection when he’s feeling more comfortable with you but he’d be SUPER embarrassed if that got out.

-loves putting his face in your chest to listen to your heartbeat, he falls asleep to it constantly and promises it’s the best sleep he gets every time.

Wind (platonic also short, mb)

- I feel like Wind would also have nightmares and clings to you throughout the night.

- you’d be shushing him quietly when he sobs about a dream and you both would stay up chatting about stories that you know, experienced or heard of

- Wind definitely falls back to sleep with that, still clinging to you but with a smile on his face.

- he’s happy he’s got you to rely on when the night seems so cold and terrifying.

[fourstarsoutofnine]

The moon doesn't mind, final version

[legendofmorons]

Little acts of affection the boys give you - blurbs

Sometimes, you just don't have the time for big or long acts of affection when you're traveling with the chain or working. That dosen’t mean the boys don't still show affection

This is written as romantic, so no Wind this time.

Four - linking pinkies

Four falls into step with you as your group pushes through the busy market street. His presence is always something that is welcome.

"Hey," he says as he hooks his pinkie with your own. "Is this okay?"

"This is perfect," you smile at him a little.

Hyrule - secret smiles

It's in the middle of packing up camp to get ready to leave for the day that you meet Hyrule's gaze. He stands across camp, helping Legend but his eyes meet yours anyway and he gives you a soft, warm, adoring smile.

His smile is the one he only uses for you. The gentle curve never fails to make your heart warm.

You aren't sure anyone else sees the smile, but it isn't meant for them anyway.

Legend - fixing clothes/ accessories

It's early when you leave the inn, a yawn still seems to linger somewhere deep in your bones. The sun is still rising to be fully in the sky as you and your group head out to talk to the locals.

"Wait," Legend says as he takes your hand in his so you don't go too far.

You turn to him, blinking a little at the furrow in his brows. "Ledge?"

He reaches out and fixes the cloak on your shoulders so it lays more comfortably and the clip is more secure. He gives a soft smile you aren't sure he knows he wears. "There. Better?"

"Yes."

Sky - tucking you in

Your slumber releases you just enough to feel someone pulling the blanket back up your lax form, tucking you in just so. The night breezes brushes against your face lightly.

"Hope you're having good dreams, sunshine," Sky's voice says in a quiet and fond tone.

You aren't awake enough to answer, but you can't help the vague fluttery feeling in your chest. This feeling only grows when a soft kiss is given to your forehead.

Time - leaving notes

You find the note in your bag as you dig throughout it for your tooth brush. It's a little note but you know who it's from before you read it.

'You looked like you had a lot of fun at the lake today, I hope you sleep well. If you need me at all feel free to come get me. I'm sorry we aren't sharing a rooms this time. If you'd meet me early for breakfast I'd love that bit if you need more sleep I understand. Sweet dreams - Link'

Of course 'Link' is your lover Time. He's so sweet to you. Even now, when he's watching over a hurt Sky, he takes steps to make sure you know he cares.

Twilight - forehead kisses

You sit on a log beside Wild as the champion cooks, warming yourself as you admire the fireflies in the distance. Dinner smells amazing, like it often does when Wild cooks.

Twilight comes over and drops a kiss to your forehead with a smile, standing to your right just a bit. "Hey, darlin'."

"Hey yourself," you grin up at him.

He laughs a little, that deep voice a delight like always.

Warriors - giving you a blanket

The cold creeps through your several layers against your wishes as you sit as close to the fire as you dare. Snow flutters outside the window of the inn room but you can't take being around many people now so in your room it is.

A blanket settles around your shoulders as Warriors sits beside you with his own blanket. He dosen’t speak, but he offers you a real and gentle smile.

You lean your head against his shoulder, "Thanks."

Wild - playing with your fingers

You lounge against a tree with Wild between your legs and leaning back against you. Your hand rests in both of his.

Wild plays with your fingers gently, careful of any sore knuckles or bruises that may cause distress. Any rings are frosting on the cake as he uses the time to slowly commit the lines and marks of your hand to memory.

He never wants to forget any piece of you. Ever.

[maple-the-awesome]

Another Link Crushes On You || Part 2/3

Part 1 ||

Pairings: Legend, Twilight, Wind 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 falls 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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Legend isn't a big fan of Skyloft which is something he decided rather quickly upon arrival - and no, it has nothing to do with the cold, thin air or hair-raising heights, although he’s also not a big fan of either. His problem lies solely on the cheerful atmosphere created by this village’s inhabitants. It’s all too easy going and mundane to fit an adventurer’s heart. Too familiar and painful, to boot. 

The others may think of him as aloof and, quite frankly, Sky might be a little offended, but Legend has no interest in exploring these islands or making friends with the locals. Never again. Instead of joining any guided tours or trading stories with inquisitive knights, he sinks into his own isolation, finding a quiet place to sit amongst the shore of Skyloft’s only large water source.

All by his lonesome, he’s free to find a good boulder to hide behind and tear away at his hair in a desperate attempt at calming his unsteady anxiety…That is, until he hears a sound - No, not a sound, a voice. A beautiful voice that doesn’t speak, but rather hums a delicate melody he’s certain he’s heard before, probably from Sky who has a habit of mumbling certain songs to himself while plucking his harp.

…And there you are, blissfully unaware of anyone else's presence by the lake as you approach the water's edge. Dropping a laundry basket in the sand, you carefully roll up your pant legs and kick off your boots, prepared to step into the cold water until you suddenly halt.

As if having developed some sort of sixth sense, you glance over your shoulder, quickly spotting the pink haired boy peeking at you from beside a boulder. The sight understandably startles you, yet despite how awkward this situation might look without context - what, to catch a total stranger apparently 'spying' from afar - you give him a kind, that be it nervous smile. People in Skyloft truly are too trusting for their own good.

"Oh hello there! …So sorry, I don't think we’ve met yet."

Legend sighs, realizing it would be creepier if he were to just ignore you. With his place of solace now ruined, he stands and dusts the sand off his tunic, "...That's because I'm not from around here."

"Oh?" You tilt your head cutely, likely confused as to what he could possibly mean, after all, where else would he have come from if not Skyloft? Looking him over, you take notice of his outfit, “Are you a knight? I see you have the uniform of one.”

The angel on Legend's shoulder begs him to be honest, after all there's no reason not to be. Naturally, Sky seems to be pretty well known around Skyloft, so maybe you wouldn't be too surprised to learn your local hero has become ensnared in another adventure, bringing home a handful of other heroes. You might even find Legend more interesting if he were truthfully, awed by the rare chance to meet someone outside of your own timeline...yet staying true to his own bad habits, he decides to dig his own grave instead:

"...Yeah, I’m a knight. I'm just usually really busy, so that's probably why you haven't seen me around, you know,” He explains boldly.

You furrow your eyebrows while finally stepping into the water, taking a handful of clothing items with you, "...Huh...I still could've sworn I knew everyone here, what, with the island being so small and all."

Legend cringes. He can't tell if you're simply speaking on your confusion or slyly catching him in a lie, although the uncertainty isn't enough to deter him, "W-Well, I don't live 'here' exactly. I live on one of the...outer islands - And I spend a lot of time there instead of here which would make it easy to miss me."

You give him a strange look that feels as if it could burn right through him, however you fortunately turn away before his heart can ignite, "...May I ask your name?"

"My...name?" He blinks as if that’s the strangest question you could’ve asked.

"I just feel a bit rude for never having noticed you before, but if I were to learn a name to put to the face, I doubt I'll ever walk past you again without a smile," And oh, how deadly your smile is, flashed over your shoulder so innocently, yet those eyes - They hold mischief behind them.

 "My name is Li - Ravio. That's my name," Another needless lie...

"Li Ravio?" You repeat, not looking very convinced, "That's certainly...a name, alright."

"W-Well, I didn't pick it!" Yes, yes he did...

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean any offense. It's a unique name, that's all, but that will make it easier to remember," You laugh at his misery, your eyes crinkling with the action. You then introduce yourself, your name sounding vaguely familiar, although Legend's in too much of a daze to think of why, "It's nice to meet you, Li Ravio."

He bites back a grumble, already regretting his life choices up until this point. Seriously, if he was going to give himself a cover name and story, couldn't he have picked something a little better? You probably think he's a weirdo, just showing up out of the blue with some half-assed backstory that sounds totally fake - Wait, what does he even care? It's not like he knows you! You're a random civilian from a timeline that comes generations before his own. If he wanted, he could march off and never see or think about you again...but does he want to?

Despite his previous desire for isolation, Legend remains standing there dumbly in the sand, entranced by the song you go back to humming while carefully scrubbing away at your laundry. You take no shame in your singing - which is good, because there's no reason to be. You sound nothing short of holy, and quite honestly, you match the look, practically glowing in the beams of sunlight. Even your movements are graceful, so much so that as you wade out of the water, you hardly disturb the water lilies around you.

"Where'd you learn to sing like that?" The question slips before Legend can help it, but there's no taking it back. You stop mid-step onto the sand, eyes quickly darting up to look at him in surprise. It's as if no one's ever been smart enough to give you that compliment before...or perhaps no one has ever sounded quite so astonished while saying it.

"My cousin and I sing every evening at the Lumpy Pumpkin," You explain, bashfully tucking a strand of hair behind your ear after dropping your laundry back into its basket and picking it up, "You should come by sometime. It’s on an island south east of here - Very cozy, and a great place to get to know new people, too.”

"I'll, um...think about it,” Legend answers awkwardly with a cough. Will they even be staying in Skyloft that long? How would he even get to another island, especially without anyone else following - Wait, why is he even considering this?! 

You seem to have lost some of your cheer. Perhaps that wasn’t the exact answer you were hoping to hear, however Legend, once again, has no way of taking it back.

“...Well, I, um, should get going. These clothes won’t dry themselves,” You mumble, gesturing to the basket you keep against your hip. Without waiting for any goodbye, you make your way up the shoreline, only stopping temporarily to shout over your shoulder, “Oh, and Li Ravio? I should probably tell you that Link was looking for you earlier! He wanted to make sure all you boys knew not to get too close to any edges! It’s quite the fall!”

Legend doesn’t respond, too stunned to form words as you chuckle to yourself before skipping off on your merry way. So you were aware of his lies the entire time!

Faced with tired bones and a sinking sun that plummets the world into night, the Chain has no choice but to call it a day (not that they have any objections towards rest). They practically collapse where they stand, taking a few greedy minutes to catch their breaths before picking up the work once again.

Setting up bedrolls, sparking a fire, organizing supplies, and chopping vegetables, the heroes are kept active for a decent hour or two until they can take another breather. Gathered around a wonky circle, their conversation is light and mostly focused upon their hunger which is only fueled by the pleasant smell of soup until it can be dished out.

About half the boys have bowls in their hands before a sudden snap of a twig causes them to trade their meals for weapons, senses on heightened alert especially when a stranger soon steps out of the shadows. At such a distance, the fire's light only barely outlines their silhouette, but that’s apparently all it takes for someone in their group to realize this is no actual stranger who's stumbled across them.

Hyrule's face lights up as he exclaims your name. Your own reaction is quite similar, switching from caution to excitement within the same second that you remove the hood from your head. The way you both move to greet each other, holding the other's arms with bright smiles and disbelief is quick to calm the other heroes. If you're a friend of the wary traveler's, then you'll be a friend to them.

"I thought it was your voice I heard from the trail, but then again, I haven't heard you in ages! And to find you in such a large group of companions? Never before! Where have you been for all this time, old friend?" You seem to go through several emotions all at once - a steady flow from relief, confusion, sorrow, and joy. Hyrule is hardly any better.

"It's a long story, but I haven't exactly been around to be seen," When you give him a bewildered look, he’s quick to brush it off, "I'll tell you all about it some other time - Hey, why don't you join us for dinner? There's plenty to go around!”

Your eyes instantly widen as you wave your hands in front of yourself, your smile suddenly strained, "Oh, no - no thanks! That's a kind offer, really, but I, um, ate not too long ago -"

"- Pss! He's not the one who does the cooking here," Someone whispers. At that, your shoulders visibly relax.

"...Oh...Well, uh, now that I think about it, it was really more of a light snack earlier. I suppose I could stand to eat something more."

Hyrule beams at this, clearly happy to have someone he knows so well stick around even if only for a night. It's then that he finally introduces you to the group, explaining that you're a fellow traveler he often crossed paths with during his own adventures. Seeing how dangerous this time can be, you had a habit of sharing supplies, camps, and stories to feel less alone in the world, so it's no wonder that you'd be so relieved to see each other safe again.

"Mind if I sit by you, stranger?" You ask, peeking around at Twilight while Hyrule grabs you a bowl of soup. Despite your tired eyes and worn expression, you still manage a friendly smile that causes the rancher to nearly choke on his spoon.

With a cough and blush, he scoots to the side, probably making far more room than you actually need, "...Not one bit."

"Thanks!" Fortunately, you don't seem to think anything of his reaction as you gratefully take a seat nor do you take any notice of the way he steals another curious glance at you.

Seeing as you're a new face within the group, it's only natural that you become the center of attention. Questions are thrown your way left and right, many interested to know your story which you modestly tell with little fanfare. Apparently, you've been a traveler for the last few years, wandering from place to place while making a living off trading the resources you collect throughout your journey. Before then, though, you used to live at your family's ranch.

"You grew up on a ranch?" Twilight asks a bit too eagerly once the topic's mentioned, earning himself a lot of strange looks including one from yourself, although you at least seem more forgiving than his friends, quickly letting your confusion go with a gentle nod.

"I did - For most my life, actually," That's all you say before going back to stirring your soup which you're thankful not to find any bone fragments in.

"What made you move on from that life?" Perhaps it's an out-of-line question a gentleman shouldn't be asking, after all he's no more than a stranger to you, but learning a pretty thing such as yourself may have a similar background to himself makes him forget all manners.

"...It was destroyed by monsters some time back," You answer simply while taking a bite.

Twilight bows his head, shame burning inside, "...Oh. I'm real sorry to hear that."

Despite his fears of having caused offense, you merely shrug off any discomfort, “My family made it out alright and we make do with what we have now. Can't go complaining about that."

"...I'm from a farming village myself - From Ordon,” He goes on to tell in a quiet ramble, “I’ve worked there as a ranch hand practically all my life, overseeing the goats we’re famous for. It’s quaint, and about as far from the big towns as you can get, but homely. And the people there - Why, I don’t think you’ll find anyone more kind and welcoming. Like livin’ in one big family.”

Once again, this probably isn't something he should be saying. If it were him, he'd be beyond distraught to lose the ranch to the point that any reminders would send him spiraling, yet to his continued good fortune, you take his story for what it's meant to be, setting down your spoon with a comforted smile.

"I'd love to see that…" Orondian, how you enchant him with such a soft gaze, taking him hostage in the sea of your sparkling eyes. If Hyrule's tales are any indication for the horrors of this broken world, you must be a true diamond in the rough to be from a place so cruel. Any less personal control and Twilight wouldn't hesitate to ask you to join them - to come along on this adventure and see how beautiful life will someday be. He could take you to Ordon and show you all he’s come to adore - let you breathe the fresh air scented like hay and pine while overlooking the familiar green fields you’ve dearly missed. Who knows? Maybe you’d even ask to stay. 

“I’d love to show you…”

"...Is this still a group conversation ooor?" Wild pipes in awkwardly from Twilight’s side, seeming to speak on everyone else’s discomfort as the poor, stricken young man loses himself to this yearning in his heart. This might be a long night and an even longer day tomorrow if they get stuck listening to him fawning over you...

You’re starting to doubt this shift will ever end…

It feels like you’ve been stuck in here for hours with nothing to do aside from sit at the counter and beg the sun to set just a little faster. You've already restocked inventory twice, organized stock to perfection, and swept the floor until your broom broke…If this keeps up, your sanity might just break, too.

Ringing from the front door’s bell gives you at least something to do as you sigh your typical greeting: "Welcome to Gia's General Store, where we have all your - LINK?!"

With a complete shift in mood, you happily leap up from your stool and race around the corner to meet your friend halfway in a tight embrace that you've both gone far too long without, "It's been ages! How have you been? Where have you been?"

Four chuckles at your eager questioning, "It hasn't been that long."

"Really? Because I swear five years have passed from this shift alone…" You groan dramatically before breaking away from the hug to get a solid look at him. Despite the months that have passed, he looks no different than when he had first set out. Good. You like him just the way he is anyway. 

"Please tell me you're planning on sticking around for a bit. I’ve been dying for something interesting to happen around here and your stories are just the salvation I need! I only have an hour to go until I can close up, though I'm afraid I might stab myself with a fire arrow before then. It’s been terribly boring!” 

That, Four doesn’t doubt. Your home village is as serene as they come which isn’t always a favorable trait in the judgement of two teenagers with more energy coursing through their bones than they know what to do with. Of course, he’s probably done no good helping matters by always filling your head with envious dreams of adventure and mystery. 

“We’ll probably be spending the night in town,” He tells you, much to your relief, “In the meantime, we have quite the list of supplies that we need to restock on, if you don’t mind.”

"We?" Somehow you only just notice the group of young men who managed to sneak into the store after Four. A few of them are already looking around at the items you have to offer, while others wait patiently with the hope that they'll be introduced to...Well, whoever you are to their dear friend.

"I would introduce everyone, but we all share the same name."

"All of you?" You look at Four in shock, yet he nods as if it's the most normal thing in the world to him...Then again, it probably is at this rate. Honestly you shouldn't be that surprised yourself. This is Link you're talking to.

"...Huh...Well, feel free to have a look around, I guess, and let me know if you need anything in particular. Arrows are buy one get two free right now, and fully in stock, too, since Link - Er, this Link, hasn't been in town to buy us out,” You explain to the group, jutting a thumb towards Four who rolls his eyes.

Now, usually you become a bit overwhelmed whenever large groups enter your shop, but seeing as these guys are Four's friends, you feel comfortable letting them wander freely. It helps that they seem to know exactly what they're looking for, too, making your job all the easier.

For the most part, the group allows Four and you privacy to catch up, only interrupting your conversation occasionally whenever they have questions about your prices or the quality of your goods, however you aren’t blind to the curious glances they spare you even in silence. No doubt they’re wondering how deep your relationship with Four goes, finding it endearing how at peace the young hero has become in your simple presence.

Most of these glances are quick enough, although you can’t help noticing that one of the boys seems to lack the same subtlety as his friends. Each time you steal a peek through the corners of your eyes, you spot him staring in your direction with an awed look overtaking his face. Whenever someone else nudges him to ask a question, he blinks rapidly with a stammer before bashfully looking away.

‘Cute…’ You’re tempted to think, but then you take notice of how young the boy seems to be. He must be at least a few years younger than Four and you - still a just child, at least by your standards which is an upsetting thought since context clues point to him being a hero, too. If that’s true, that must mean he was as young as Four was when he first set out on all this hero business himself, if not even younger. Poor kid…

Soon enough, Four confirms your suspicions about his traveling companions’ identities, telling you all about the strange portals they’ve traveled through and the journey they’ve been on up until this point. It was mere hours ago that they found themselves this close to home and, well, he couldn’t bear to pass by without seeing you or his uncle.

“Smart. I would’ve been livid had I found out you were in the area and didn’t stop by,” You elbow Four who pushes you back with his shoulder playfully before suddenly glancing behind you. Following his attention, you find the youngest hero standing there shyly, a minish feather necklace in one hand and a small pouch of rupees in the other.

Wind startles, seeming to have not expected your turn, “I, uh, wanted to know how much this was - um, is…So that I can buy it, if I may - for my little sister!”

You notice Four hiding his smirk behind his hand, yet you elect to ignore him for now, instead giving the younger boy your full focus with a kind smile, “How sweet of you. Consider it on the house, kid.”

“R - Really?” He brightens with possibly the widest eyes you’ve ever seen.

“‘course. Think of it as payment for helping my friend here find his way home safely.”

“Wow, thank you miss!” Oh goddesses above, his smile is adorable! He reminds you of the village children who often come here seeking sweet treats, such a simple delight to create lasting joy in their hearts. How you wish you could return to those days yourself - to no longer bear the weight of the world and its troubles in your thoughts. Alas, you could never so skillfully rewind time, but at least you can help protect that same innocence in others, even if only for a moment.

And protect it you do. Even late into the evening, Wind still cherishes that necklace in hand, carefully inspecting its details while kicking his feet giddily in memory of you, the pretty shopkeeper from Four’s Hyrule.

Sure, it probably isn’t that big of a deal. You gave the entire Chain a rather generous discount on their supplies despite their protests, but he was the only one who received your kindness personally without having to share. No one else aside from Four had the joy of seeing your beautiful smile directed his way, your expression soft and comforting like a warm breeze on the summer’s beach. 

He hadn’t lied. He does plan on giving the necklace to Aryll once this journey is over, but until then, he’ll probably admire it a little longer, at least until this crush of his settles within his heart.

[neutralvibe]

Isekai!y/n holding bunny!legend after saving him from a horde of monsters.

Bunny legend: "Release me, human."

Isekai!y/n : *shocked* "You can talk???"

Bunny legend : "UNHAND ME-"

[misspelledwordswizard]

What if we got to see legend embrace his bunny side?

1.i learned that bunnies flop on to things to love/like, so what if we just see him randomly flop onto reader and just passing out,

also him thumping his leg when he doesn’t get what he wants

and just in general him acting like a bunny <3

take care of your self!

Heeey... so... did you still remember that you asked for this? Sorry... but better late than never, right?

I hope you like it, I love writing to this grumpy bunny <3

Even from a distance, I could clearly see the Veteran’s discontent. I watched from afar, sitting under the shade of a willow tree where we were camping, as he discussed something with Warriors. It was still daylight, but the sun would be setting soon, so everyone had already set up camp so they wouldn’t have to deal with this in the dark.

From my distance, it was impossible to hear or understand anything those two were talking about, except for a few louder hisses that Legend would let out every now and then. It didn’t seem like anything serious, they didn’t seem to be arguing, if it weren’t for the younger one’s obvious body language.

Every now and then, when the Captain was saying something, I could see the Vet stomping one of his feet hard on the dirt floor, almost like a tic, one that he probably didn’t even realize he had or would try to avoid, but after all the time we’ve known each other, I know very well how to identify the signs of his contentment. And stomping his foot on the ground was his most adorable form of tantrum.

After a few more minutes the conversation seemed to end, with the hero of the legend moving away from his brother with a not very pleasant expression and approaching where I was.

Without another word, he was quick to throw himself on my lap in a fluid movement, lying on his side with his head in my lap and his arms passing over my legs in a relaxed position. His frown seemed to soften after that, but he didn’t say anything, just stood there with a calm breath watching the others move around the improvised camp.

— What’s got you upset, bunny? — I asked, teasing him a little, and laughed when I saw his face contort in disgust.

— Don’t call me that!

— It’s hard not to when you act exactly like one. But I particularly love it.

He closed his eyes, snorting and turning his face away with his characteristic frown, but that didn’t stop me from noticing how his cheeks took on a pink tone that matched his hair.

— Weird

I just gave a nasal laugh at the poorly made insult.

— You didn’t answer my question.

— The Captain lost one of my rings that I lent him.

— Oh, that explains it. I think rabbits really don’t like it when people mess with what’s theirs, right?

All I got in response was a light pat on the leg and an irritated mumble from the boy, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I love teasing my grumpy bunny.

[heroesrest64]

crack and suggestive(?) request but BUT!!!! succubus/incubus reader who got thrown out of hell and up into the human realm bc they srsly have no game and is actually. a loser, even with the help of their uncontrolled tempting scent (or anything succubi and incubi alike have that would naturally have ppl drawn to them regardless of their appearances) to the point they weren't even considered by their kind as their own so now as some way to get themself back down in hell again, reader found themself a group of heroes (aka the chain) and finally decided to (stubbornly) accompany them on their journey despite almost getting mistaken by the chain at first as part of dark link's army (you can decide what's the reasoning on why reader accompanied the chain whether they wanted to prove themselves worthy of being a succubus/incubus and have their ass back down in hell or js wanting to tag along bc they absolutely do NOT know the human realm rlly well)

this is an idea of mine so seeing as requests are alloweddd, it would be rlly interesting to see a scenario of their first meeting w/ reader and ANDD some shenanigans that would occur once the chain finally got used to succubus/incubus reader and even considered them one of their ownn!!

BUT PLS DON'T FEEL PRESSURED TO WRITE THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO😭😭😭 THANK YOU NONETHELESS WHETHER YOU DO MY REQUEST OR NOT!!

(Honestly as soon as I read this my mind was flooded with ideas on what to write, I wouldn’t mind making some more parts for it lol)

Warnings: slight NSFW minors dni

So. You got kicked out of hell.

You didn’t even think that was a possibility, but here you are, sitting on the side of a dusty street with nothing but the very minimal clothes on your back and the mission to corrupt and devour at least eight souls before returning to the eternity of damnation you call Home.

All in all, things are not looking very good for you. See, you’re a succubus. Y’know, a seduction demon. But you’ve got no game. Absolutely none. You’ve never seduced a person in your life, even people with absolutely zero standards. You thought you’d just be able to coast by for the most part- you weren’t consumed with a thirst for power and domination like most of your kin- Asmodeus’ idea of a joke, you’re sure, but not a fun one as you’re practically a regular human with some stronger than average pheremones and a high sex drive that does nothing for the crippling awkwardness you experience whenever you’re in the presence of someone even moderately attractive.

“They could’ve at least let me bring a change of clothes, damn.” You sigh, running a clawed hand through your hair as you glance down at your cropped tank and short shorts. Loungewear, you think, is not going to cut it in whatever realm they threw you into.

“A traveler! They seem lost.” A young voice draws your attention, and you cut a look towards where it came from. A group of nine travellers, a kid and eight extremely good-looking men. As subtly as you can, you shake your fist at the ground, internally cursing Asmodeus for what must be another one of his jokes.

Maybe you can just walk past them, all casual-like. Afterwards, you can find a town or something and get a room, maybe look for a job scrubbing dishes. That’d be nice. Heck, it might be even better than the setup you had down in hell.

“Hey, I think their eyes just turned red. Kinda like the Shadow-” One of the men mutters, and you feel a bead of sweat appear on your brow. That doesn’t sound good.

“Now that you mention it, they do kind of look monstrous.” Another one points out, setting a finger under his chin consideringly. Wow. Rude. Not ‘Cute’ not ‘Sexy’, hell, not even ‘normal’. ‘Monstrous’.

“Should we… Fight them? I mean, they’re kinda just standing there not doing anything. It would feel wrong to, y’know, go in swords drawn, but they’re very obviously a monster.” A different one pipes up. You scowl in his general direction, offended. These guys are really just talking about you to your face, and what’s worse, they’re now threatening violence on your person.

“Maybe we should take them hostage. They look intelligent, so the Shadow might value them.” The one wearing a too-big scarf suggests, and the rest mumble their agreements.

You always pictured yourself getting tied up by a good looking man, but not like this. No, not like this.

“They’re surprisingly well behaved. What’s your purpose?” One of them asks- a man with unruly blonde hair tied at his neck and a blue tunic covering his torso.

“Oh so you ask me something like that now, after you’ve tied me up?” You ask, rolling your eyes in exasperation. The man has the decency to flush in embarrassment, and you snicker at his blushing cheeks. Your voice does tend to have that effect on mortals. Too bad you’re usually too nervous to utilize that particular skill, although right now you’re too pissed to stumble over your words.

“Don’t mind them, Wild. They’re trying to throw you off.” Scarf guy scoffs, glaring down at you, and you stick your tongue out at him.

“To answer your question, I was sent here to seduce eight people. I was just gonna take my time with it, but since you guys already have me tied up like this, I suppose we could skip dinner and get right to the show,” You snicker, but quickly choke back the sound when the rope tied around your body is tugged forward.

“It looks like the Shadow is running out of viable tactics if it’s resorting to terrible attempts at seduction like this. That pick-up line sucked.” One of the men in a red tunic with a streak of pink dyeing his bangs rolls his eyes, and you notice he’s the one with the rope holding you in place. He looks like a bit of a pushover, but you suppose if the others trusted him with the rope, he’s probably strong and smart enough to keep you captive.

“You wish it was a pick-up line. Too bad for you I’m not interested in shorties.” You laugh, some sort of classic villain sound that struggles to hide the lie that came out of your mouth prior to the laughter. You’re actually really into short men, and the blonde hair is really doing it for you. It truly isn’t fair how good looking all of these men are.

Once your laughter dies down and you’re left in the quiet that followed the grating sound, you clear your throat once, then twice, then decide to continue to talk so the embarrassment won’t eat you alive.

“Anyway, as this is my first time being kidnapped, I feel like I should ask you guys your names.” You hum, rocking back on the balls of your feet. The men pause, as if they weren’t expecting such a question, and slowly mutter out their titles before asking for yours. It’s an awkward exchange, and soon after, the men seem to decide to start walking.

You spend most of the walk squabbling with the man holding your rope who you now know as Legend. Even when he changes shifts with Twilight, you continue to shout insults and barely disguised flirts at the man all the way until Time calls out for everyone to stop and make camp. Surprisingly, you’re released for your bonds at this time, and instead find your feet tied together to prevent an easy escape and are made to sit beside Sky who’s working on a wood carving beside you.

“I don’t get it. Why are you guys treating me… kind of normal, even though you think I’m some sort of villain?” You ask, digging a stick in the dirt in front of you lazily.

“Well, you haven’t done anything wrong yet, it wouldn’t make sense for us to hurt you- innocent until proven guilty, I guess.” Sky shrugs, brushing away some wood shavings. You hum a long note, striking a line through your drawing.

“Dinner’s ready! Does fried rice and baked salmon work for you?” Wild calls out, trouncing over with his arms filled with plates. Sky happily takes his, but you hesitate. You can eat normal food, sure, but it doesn’t do anything for you, and you wouldn't want to waste these people’s rations even if they did abduct you.

“No thank you, I’m not hungry.” You duck your head, gnawing on your bottom lip as Wild lets out a concerned sound before moving on.

“You should really eat. I know this situation is upsetting, but you’ll just hurt yourself this way.” Sky whispers once Wild has moved out of earshot. You stab the ground with your stick with a bit more force than necessary.

“What does it matter to you? I’m a monster aren’t I? Maybe the only thing I can consume is mortal flesh and blood.” You roll your eyes, lazily lolling your head to look at the man. He seems to observe you for a second, eyes scanning your face before tracking to your freshly bitten lips. You immediately recognize the look on his face and blush, turning your head back towards the ground.

“Do you actually want flesh and blood, or is it something else you need?” Sky asks, quietly observing as you dig your fingers into your arms. His words… sound an awful lot like a proposition. Like he’s trying to see if he can offer you what you need.

You haven’t feasted in a long time…

Surely just a nibble won’t hurt.

Notes:

Sky is absolutely gone after that first interaction. This might be a good thing because his version of infatuation is a love so sweet it could make even a demon think they’re an angel. What’s more, he would romance them as normally as any other Hylian. Flowers, carvings, cuddles and other such romantic gestures. Succubus reader might think they tricked him into becoming infatuated at first, but he’s obviously not pursuing them with sex in mind. He’s legitimately trying to court them, get to know them, and only gets truly aroused when they initiate (other times, he just can’t help himself lol)

Four is the one you usually share a bedroll with, seeing as he’s small enough you can fit beside him without it being too cramped. This became a problem when he realized just how good you smell, and how good your curves feel pressed against him. All of that mixed with how little you wear at any given time, and let’s just say the man is done for.

When Wild realizes your sustenance is literally arousal and that you feed on souls instead of actual food, he’s surprised, but willing to try and find a way to feed you. One day you tease him before he starts cooking, and he’s left pent up the whole time. Once everything is served, you mention how the food smells good and actually eat some. Wild is not proud to admit he came in his pants at the moan you let out upon your first bite of food.

Twilight was usually the one to tie you up during those first few days together, and he will never ever admit what seeing you in his ropes does to him. The sight of the rope burn on your wrists and around your ankles does something to him, and you seem to know it as you constantly praise the rope work and occasionally ask if he’d be interested in shibari. He’s a little disappointed when it’s decided you aren’t actually a villain and you’re allowed out of the ropes, but sometimes you offer to let him tie you up for old times sake.

Time has seen a great many things in his time, but an awkward succubus was not something he was ever expecting. Unfortunately, your awkwardness is charming, and watching you slowly come out of your shell around the others is endearing. You’re not monstrous or demonic in anything other than appearance, and Time has watched you carefully etch protective runes into everyone you touch. He supposes it was only a matter of time until he fell for your charms, too.

As someone who is part Fae, Hyrule expected to be completely opposed to your very existence, and yet time and time again he finds himself drawn to you like a fly to honey. It might have to do with your scent, or how your kisses are filled with tempting nectar that keeps him coming back for more. He counts himself lucky you aren’t like the rest of your brethren down in hell, because he’s sure you would’ve claimed his soul in mere seconds otherwise.

Warriors was honestly scared of you at first. You remind him a lot of Cia, with the lack of clothes and snarky remarks. Once you calm down and start stuttering through interactions, though, he feels endeared. You’re practically harmless, and the runes you write on him and everyone else are protective. They don’t wrap around his arm like a shackle, but rather lay across his skin like a lazy cat. With your care, he slowly starts to work through his trauma, and in return, Warriors helps you become more comfortable speaking to others and helps you communicate with the rest of the chain.

Legend is so freaking jealous it’s actually hilarious. Honestly just those first couple interactions were enough to get him having a little crush on you, but afterwards, seeing you flirt around with the others, initiating intimacy with each of them as casually as if you were sitting down for dinner, it makes his blood boil. At first he thought it was because he felt like you were taking advantage of his sword brothers, but one day he just snaps, pins you against a tree, and preforms the sloppiest make out session you could probably conceive before stomping away in a huff. This pattern continues until you sit him down and ask him if he likes you, at which point he realizes oh no I totally like them and is embarrassed

[yourlocaltreesimp]

HI! I love your work, your pretty awesome at writing. If your taking requests, maybe a fic where reader is turned into a bunny? Pure fluff and instincts <3 -Tulip

Woah a triple request?? Crazy. Insane, even. But i’m actually feral for all the bunny!reader fics floating about and i’d be MORE THAN GLAD to throw in my two cents. This is going to be two parts because it’s already gotten too long… soooo

Synopsis: Legend’s beloved is mysteriously missing, meanwhile you’re just making a house from scratch. (burrowing)

Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 (in progress)

Cw: Cannon-typical violence

It was not unusual for Legend to be pissed

off.

So not unusual in fact, that the chain didn’t really question as to why exactly he was so on edge. Perhaps another one of his nightmares. Maybe Wind stole another of his rings and plotted just well enough he couldn’t actually accuse the little thief.

For all they know there was just one too many rocks under his bedroll or stabbing in his boot.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was because you were nowhere to be found among the their —admittedly quite sloppy— camp.

No one even questioned why or how exactly it was that you sapped the sour out of their sassiest brother in arms (they’re reluctant to admit it in the first place, the title is apparently incredibly sought out among heroes named Link) But, it was… some troubles out of their hands.

At least when you’d comply.

Make no mistake. No matter how wholesome that sounds, there was still plenty of chaos between the two of you. There were still plenty of sticks stacked on Sky’s head while he was sleeping.

And that time Warrior’s hair was ginger for a solid week after you both conspired to switch his conditioner.

And the many, many, many items stolen. or- ahem “used as a learning experience” to both his fellow brothers in “securing their valuables” and teaching you “slight of hand”

It was pickpocketing, he was teaching you how to pickpocket.

Under it all though, they understood that, to some extent, this was how he showed his care. In enacting schemes with his lover, and providing entertainment to his brothers with said schemes, or even begrudgingly reminding them to keep better track of their items, He was reminding them —all of them— that he loved them. In his own way.

But there was something distinctly… off. About this. This was no scheming plot, or bad mood, or rough night, or anger at some many mild inconveniences.

No.

“Uhh… Leg- ‘re you alright?” Legend practically jumped in his skin, his eyes focusing in on the rancher in some crazed, wild way.

“M’ Fine, mind your business” He forces himself back into that sassy sneer, eyebrow raised in perpetual judgement. But the panic is clear. His leg is shaking and when he thinks the attention is off him again, a ringed

hand runs nearly obsessively through shaggy hair.

Time sighs, getting the attention of a few and looking out among the group, counting under his breath.

“Vet, where’s-“

“Out for a walk.” Legend cuts, somewhere between challenging a counter and attempting to cover something up, like a child saying they didn’t know where the cookie jar was.

Was there even a jar?

Are you sure? He wouldn’t know where you are, despite him always looking for you.

Time sighs, heavy and too tired to care.

“Alright, well. Go find them, take Twilight, and when you’re done go restock on our potions. The prices here are probably higher than usual given the whole war going on” The rancher nods, crossing his arms and leaning against the table Legend was sitting on. The latter can feel the heavy stare of his brother, already set on prying a confession out of him.

The blood in his ears blocks out Time’s words as he sets up the rest of the assignments, only catching that Warriors’ group took on most of the small chores since it was his castle town and he knew best.

Legend tries his best not to panic. Fear wouldn’t help you, not right now at least. Not with all of that fear of your own.

It was his fault.

He should’ve been faster.

Should’ve protected you.

Should’ve taken the hit.

He’s delt with this already.

He’d be fine.

He’d gladly take this hit if it meant you didn’t know the pain.

The bones cracking and reforming as muscles stretch and snap, the inhuman agony of your joints sliding past what your ligaments should allow and sinewy tissue-

“Legend!-“ Someone smacks him upside the head, causing him to yelp and bring his arm up to smack whoever it was.

“Lie all you wan’ bu’ this? This ain't “fine” He catches legend about to argue, “and I ain’t jus’ gonna min’ my business while you sit here spirallin’” The vet found it within himself to just roll his eyes as he slid off the table, his body feeling awfully warm despite the only fires being set in the inn were the candles. Even then, they were those tiny tea lights.

He stretches and tries to seem nonchalant as he attempts to recall which forest it happened in, his eyes almost glazing over. He walks in a trance, not really keeping an eye to stay out of the foot traffic and roadways. Guards still litter about the eastern gate, making a fuss out of the apparently rabid animal they needed to chase out of town last night.

He struggles back an argument when a woman lemmants that they didn’t just kill it. He suffices for a shaky breath. He thinks you’d be awfully proud of you saw him.

“You sure they’re in ‘ere?” The rancher pauses apprehensively, his brows furrowing.

“Mhm-“ At least- he hopes. You run awful fast already, let alone when you’re scared for your life.

“Alright then”

𖦹

The leaves don’t crunch under their boots as they might’ve a few months ago. Late Spring rain dampened and softened the leaf litter, a soft shuffle the only audible noise stretching between them. The trees are spindly with new growth, few actually fully grown, with those grown marred by the fire of an invasion. The leaves filter out soft sunlight, dappling the forest floor with little dots that danced as a breeze sways the tawny branches. He hopes you can see the beauty. He hopes you aren’t dead.

“So what exactly-“

“Something happened-”

The two spoke at the same time, Legend stopping abruptly.

“Uh- alright. I can work wi’ that” Twi nods, clearly not expecting anything even close to a confession out of him. Legend just wishes the ground might swallow him whole.

“There was uh- We were outside last night… y’know, just having some time to ourselves…”

𖦹

“Do you even know where we’re going?” The forest was alive with lightning bugs and crickets chittering in the humid night. It was serene and beautiful, largely untouched by the war-horror the Captain seemed to think infected his realm. The night was calm, or maybe it was just that you always felt safe with your lover by your side.

It was hard to feel unsafe around Legend.

“Do you ever stop asking questions?” He smirks, chuckling as you huff your frustration. Ever since he dragged you from the plush of an actual bed, you’d been asking questions.

Legend isn’t the type to run blindly into things when in your company, especially not into a forest, at night, without informing his brothers.

“I so,” He looks self-satisfied, having won- “When I get answers.” His face falls comically, akin to a cat tricked into having a bath.

“You have no patience.”

“And you do?”

…

It’s quiet, the only sound aside from literal crickets between you both is the solid shutter of cicadas.

And then howling laughter.

You stumble into each other, half hunched over. His arm settles across your shoulders, keeping you both decently on the path. And when you both finally find it within yourselves to calm down, his arm doesn’t leave.

With grin still heavy on his face, he whispers, just for you to hear.

“I love you.” It knocks you almost breathless, his face so close and eyes so soft. There’s none of that anger and angst you remember from when you met. No fear in loving, it anymore.

“I love you too.” You kiss, properly kiss, without someone shouting for you to get a room for the first time in what feels like a stretch of forever.

He leans into you, the arm on your back guiding you closer, yearning in that gentle way. You want to scorn the world for beating this softness nearly out of him. His other hand settles at your hip as he pulls back to let you breathe. You jump at the sudden cool metal of his rings, the both of you sharing hushed laughs. You feel like teenagers who snuck out in the night to have just one more moment together; all mischief, the sense that nothing else matters but right now.

It’s just you and your lover, under the blend of late spring and early summer stars.

“C’mon, we’re almost there-“ He hassles, the arm around your shoulder dropping to wrap around your hips, his hand returning to your side as he continues into the forest. He’s so unburdened in this moment. But he feels like he always is with you. He doesn’t quite understand it— what inexplicable quality you carry that puts him at ease— but he’s not one to take it for granted. Not in a world that seems so cruel.

The tree line thins and breaks to a small clearing, dotted with wildflowers, the stars lighting what looks like waves of long wild grasses. And in the centre, a small blanket stretched out already.

“But you never left- how did you?”Your brows furrowed, your smile betraying any actual bite in your expression. Legend was by your side from day’s beginning until end— there was no way he could’ve managed to set this up. He smiles, leading you to the snap little star-gazing set up.

“Apparently the traveller found it a few days ago on one of those walks he has. Called in a favour so we could actually have an evening” He swaggers, much in a similar manner to the captain whenever he’s feeling particularly confident. It’s amusing— how similar they are despite being at each other's necks every two minutes.

“Oh, so you can be organized” You lightly jab, moving to settle on the blanket. It’s more plush than you suggested, the long grasses adding extra cushioning.

“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?” He huffs, offended in his own melodramatic way.

He knows you’re right, and he can’t fight you lest you stop organizing his bag. You throw him a long glance, questioning if this was the hill he wanted to die on.

Truth be told, he never had that habit of organizing which one would hope for in someone who collected so impulsively. He’d nab any item, weapon, accessory, enchantment, spell book, bottle, or knick nack he stumble upon, they may be useful at some vague “later”, but he’d never actually, y’know, organize.

Even if “later” ever did come, he’d probably either forgotten he’d nabbed the item entirely or couldn’t find it to where it’d be useful.

He was a kleptomaniac and a hoarder, not an archivist of any means.

He sighs, conceding the argument, but not his ego.

He struggles down onto the blanket, eventually laying half over you, chest to the sky. It was some implicit, instinctual trust that he’d freely bare the most vulnerable parts of his body (the soft of his organs, his heart and lungs behind their ribs) when around you. You’d keep them safe.

You’d keep him safe.

Soft high-pitch giggles fill the clearing and float through the soft wind, but he doesn’t feel the familiar tremors of your laughs. His brows furrowed and he lifted his head and turned to look at you. You’re seemingly bewildered as well.

“Bro you giggle like a little girl” You nearly burst in laughter, hardly keeping it in at your seams, “What in the- I’ve never heard you laugh like that” You shake your head, words breathless, seemingly unable to comprehend this new information.

“That wasn’t me.” He states plainly, hoping you catch on to the caution in his voice, but it seems you don’t notice.

“Really the best cover you got? Dude-“

He grabs your shoulders, demanding your attention.

“That wasn’t me.” His voice is hushed and his eyes are already trained in the tree line, eating to see who or what is watching them. Hopefully it was just a guard on patrol, Wars did say the area was regularly patrolled.

Silence stretches between you.

There’s wind combing through the long grass. A fox shrieks, dashing behind the knoll. The white of its tail a pale, not quite lemon, yellow. Far too bright and far too vibrant for cool moonlight.

Lantern fire doesn’t lick at the trees.

There’s no footfalls. No shuffling.

There’s the soft chiming of bells, accompanied by a flurry of childish giggles.

“Shit!-“ You duck to cover him in the long grasses and take the brunt of whatever it was that was out there.

And in an instant you’re gone.

He scrambled to sit up, taught panic drawn to its limit.

Something lets out some sort of a whimpering squeak, shoved to the ground as he throws himself to his feet.

“What did you do.” His voice is firm. And calm. More calm than his brothers or the legends might tell of him. He knows, logically, the wizzrobe doesn’t understand what it’s done or what he’s saying. Clearly. Or it wouldn’t be curled up in the air, cackling, as he lunged. In fact, it sits in its childish fit of laughter until his sword buries itself in its cloaked mid.

And it shrieks.

It’s a piercing cry of a child, unmistakable to anyone who’s ever had to witness a tantrum or meltdown.

Methodically, he digs his sword deeper an deeper again, not stopping until the frightened thing within him can accept that it’s dead

With a poof, it’s gone.

Away with the wind and rendered nothing.

And he’s alone. Alone with that nearly characterising grief. The type that threatens to burn anyone who comes near.

Everyone, but of course, you.

And Now you’re gone.

Missing. You’re missing. He can’t let go yet. He can’t give up. He has to get you back.

“Hylia I swear on this cycle of you actually took them from me-” He spins on his heel, searching for movement, a sound, a body. Anything.

There’s an expectant thump behind him, and he twists over himself to look down at the… rabbit?

No— Too tall. Too crazed.

The glowy moon reflects in a large, glassy yellow eye. They’d make the finest beads if they lost the implacable quality of wildness.

Two tall ears perked up at him, it’s

head tilting as it rose onto hind legs.

“What the actual fuck do you want from me.” The words come easier than they should, given the love of his life, his love, is missing and he’s being stared down by a hare.

It goes back on all fours and looks up at him with dull, unimpressed expectation, thumping one of its back legs against the ground in frustration.

He looks down at it, bewildered.

It sits for a moment, calm and certain. Uncharacteristic for a frightened animal like a hare. It pushes upwards from powerful hinds again, steadying its paws on his knees, dulled nails pressing into his trousers. He scoffs, readying to step back before it struggles out a hellish sort of grumble that stops him.

“Ok- what! What could you possibly want from me?” His hands betray the anger in his voice, moving to fiddle with the ring you’d given to him, kept safely on its chain. He looks down, his eyes their own sense of crazed and panicked without you.

Or so he thought until he saw the power bracelet he’d “lended” (hylia knows he doesn’t just lend things) to you still upon what was once your wrist.

Your dearest really was slow to follow at points.

“Love?” He worked through the word slowly, crouching down until he was sat. You curl into his lap, trying to find a cozy spot. His hands are slow and careful, as to not spook you, while he picks you up. One hand wrapping around your front two legs and chest, the other around your back legs, holding you to his chest. Selfishly, he squeezes you, calming himself.

“Is this really you, angel?” He whispers, timid. All the fear of having lost you hitting now that you’re back. Your little face nuzzles against his chest, all too calm and cozy for a wild rabbit.

“Oh thank Hylia-“ Well that’d be the first time he’d said that.

He steadies himself, mumbling apologies and soothing words, trying to convince the both of you that everything is ok. He knows it can be fixed, but he also knows that it’s incredibly painful and not something he’d want to volunteer you to go through. His mind isn’t even allowed to work through the possibility of going back to the Inn, let alone every other possible decision before you’re interrupted.

Guards.

Three young knights in polished armour, holding a lantern into the field.

“What are you doing here!” One of them yells, and Legend can’t conjure an answer. Not while his heart is fluttering and mind races.

“Sir! You need to stand up and walk towards us. We just want to know what happened! We heard screams in the area” Another shouts. Legend curses his juvenile fear of them. But no matter how long passes, he’s still afraid of the knights. He rises on shaky legs, pressing kisses into your fur and trying to convince you to calm down, your heart fluttering in turn with his. He walks, dreadfully, as if to an execution block.

And he trips.

You hit the floor with a smack and bolt, running as fast and with little thought. The third of them gasps.

“It’s magic! It has an artifact and an aura” The third begins pursuit without much genuine thought to his theory.

“Must’ve done something to the little girl screaming!” The other two say in unison, as if that makes any amount of logical sense. If it weren’t so terrifying, he might’ve made fun of Warriors for such shoddily trained knights in his supposedly so well kept guard. He vaguely collects one of them yelling at him to stay where he was before sprinting off.

𖦹

“So, My lover turned into a hare.” He sighs, his fingers putting pressure onto the ring on its chain, savouring each clack as the ridges slide past the links.

“That’s rough buddy.”

[librarygarten]

Holiday Special: Links x Reader - Valentine's Day HC

Happy Valentine's Day, babes! Hope you have a good holiday, whether you're single or in a relationship. Let's take a look at how our heroes celebrate their relationship with you.

Sky

Bro went to Knight School. He was taught how to be chivalrous and such

So for Valentine’s Day, he goes old school: flowers, chocolates, card, etc.

If you’re on the surface, options are a bit limited, so he’ll cobble something together with the help of Zelda and Groose

I’m imagining him putting up some lights in tree branches and arranging a picnic. It’s a very nice time spent with just the two of you (and Groose in the background, trying to see what ya’ll are doing. And Zelda behind Groose trying to get him to leave)

He’ll want to say something romantic, but when he looks at you, the way you laugh, the way the fairy lights make your eyes sparkle like the night sky, the way your lips curve slightly upward each time you glance at him, any words die in his throat

He’s so embarrassed by it too. His entire face turns pink and he buries his face in his hands, mumbling something unintelligible about how dare you be so cute

Give him a moment, okay?

Four

He is obviously making you something.

He probably snuck around you, trying to figure out what you wanted or needed months in advance so his gift would be absolutely perfect.

On the day itself, he just plans for a relaxing day at home with you. There’s always so much to do at the forge and serving the princess, he rarely has time to just… exist with you.

You make dinner together, making an absolute mess in the process because you thought it’d be funny to put a dollop of batter on the tip of his nose, which led to him putting batter on your nose, so you smeared some on his cheak… etc.

Watching you laugh and use a spare dish towel to wipe the food off your face, he is suddenly struck by the domesticity of it all.

Decides then and there, with food dripping out of his hair onto the floor, that the next thing he’s making for you is a ring.

Time

This man grew up in a forest of children, then spent most of his growing years time traveling

Needless to say, he has limited knowledge in this area

Begs Malon for help figuring out gifts, things to do, etc.

That night he surprises you by dragging you far away from Castle Town into Hyrule Field, pretty close to where the entrance to Kokiri forest lies.

You lay down on the grass together and stargaze, trying to find various different constellations you know. He doesn’t know that many on account of never going to school, so he will just make up new constellations with you.

He may get distracted watching how the stars reflect in your eyes. You turn your head to check on him because he suddenly got so quiet, only to be met with perhaps his soft gaze and a sheepish smile for getting caught staring

Legend

This guy is probably the richest Link in existence. So, it’s a given that he buys you something.

He almost gets you a protection ring, but he doesn’t want to seem too eager, you know? He has a reputation to uphold here!

No, you’re getting a couple tools he thinks you’ll find useful. Fire rod, pegasus boots, etc. (Even if Ravio did up his prices because of “Holiday Supply and Demand”)

Would prefer to stay in and spend time with you, but he will begrudgingly take you to a fancy restaurant if you want

He just doesn’t want to be in an over-crowded, over-priced restaurant with dozens of couples making goo-goo eyes at each other at every table

(he loves you. he hates literally everyone else)

Hyrule

As far as date activities go, his Hyrule doesn’t have a lot of options

He can’t even take you out on a picnic without tripping over a monster that wants to use his blood to bring Ganon back

The towns are somewhat safer, but even then most buildings are just. Someone’s house.

He feels terribly guilty. If you were dating a “normal” person and not him you wouldn’t have this problem. He hates that he’s dragged you into his mess

Then you remind him that YOU chose to be with him because you LOVE him. He didn’t “drag you” anywhere, you sprinted after him

Due to necessity, you spend the day at home, but he goes above and beyond to make sure it’s the best date he can give you. Snuggles, kisses, waiting on your hand and foot, lots of little presents, you name it

Please stop him from trying to cook you something. He will burn your house down.

Twilight

LISTEN. LISTEN. I grew up around farmer kids. The good ones ALWAYS knew how to treat a partner right. Twi is LOCKED IN on Valentine’s Day.

He keeps playing it off as if he planned less than what he actually did.

Takes you on a ride with Epona. So romantic. Time to talk with each other AND you get to wrap your arms around him. Wonderful date, right?

WRONG. He’s not even close to done. He steers Epona to a restaurant in town and reveals he somehow got a reservation to a decently fancy place.

You walk out after eating and then it turns out he also got tickets to that play you wanted to see???

He just showers you with affection the whole day.

Warriors

He’s not the biggest fan of the holiday. When he was a kid, it was nice receiving Valentine’s Day cards from friends and secret admirers, but after the whole… thing with Cia? He’d rather not have that kind of attention on him in large amounts.

He doesn’t want to do nothing. That wouldn’t be fair to you. He’s just not comfy with anything too grand.

He gets you flowers and chocolates (classic), then takes you on a romantic walk around a sparkling lake.

He holds your hand, fingers intertwined as you walk along the trail. You’re talking about something that’s got you excited, your eyes sparkling as you chatter distractedly.

He closes his eyes, resting his head on your shoulder. This is nice. He likes this.

Wild

You wake up and there is absolutely no sign of him anywhere in the house.

He comes back a few hours later, covered in mud, a mischievous glint in his eye that tells you he’s planning something.

After you force him to clean up, he gives you his Sheika Slate. He’s got an album full of pictures, and you recognize almost all the locations.

You raise an eyebrow at him, and he laughs, saying he got the idea from his adventure.

The first picture is pretty close: the place he first asked you out. When you two get there, you’re surprised to see a gift waiting there.

The next picture location has another gift.

You two spend all day following the trail of pictures across Hyrule. (Don’t worry, he made sure the route was safe! He swears!)

At sunset you reach the last picture location: Lover’s Pond.

He tells you that he’s heard if you meet someone there, you’ll be destined soulmates or something. He’s not sure if it’s true, but he knows YOU are his soulmate, and he wants to spend every moment for the rest of his life with you, if you’ll have him.

Wind (Aged Up)

You're probably on Tetra’s ship with him, so there’s not really anywhere to go.

The next island is days away yet, and Tetra won’t change course just so he can celebrate this holiday with you. He already asked.

There’s also not anywhere to go on the ship that’s very romantic. It’s all rooms that serve a purpose: cabins, kitchen, etc.

He swipes a bottle of wine from the supplies and takes you up to the crow’s nest when the sun begins to go down over the horizon.

You spend the evening joking around, flirting, and recounting the last year of your relationship.

The setting sun reflects in the water, the entire sky shades of pink and orange. He watches as you laugh at something he said, turning your head slightly towards him, sunshine streaming around your face in a halo and sunlight reflecting in your eyes.

He can feel the breath leave his lungs as he falls in love with you all over again for the nth time that day.

[whispers-on-the-wind]

Sweet Soothing

You find yourself on a Island with the Chain and end up comforting Legend

The echoing sound of waves crashed into the cliff face beneath you. 

You sat on the edge of a rocky outcrop, feet dangling over. You would have never thought to do something that borders this close to recklessness before you bet the Links, but by this point you had done much more than sit by an edge. 

Salty ocean air whipped at your face, blowing your hair about in all directions. 

The sun retreated over the horizon, painting the ocean in shades of red and pink; cotton like clouds dotted the sky, the scene seemed closer to fantasy than reality– but what even was reality at this point? 

You were on an adventure with 9 heroes from Hyrule, a land previously thought fictional by you– 

You recall when you first met the chain. You naively assumed you understood them well! You, after all, had seen their adventures! Surely it could correlate well to your relationships. 

You had quickly discovered this was, in fact, false. They are complex people, and  they always have been. You had failed to consider how it would feel to genuinely experience their trauma, it shed a new light on it. You had never considered the implications when Link had found his uncle dying, you had never considered the implications of watching your sister get kidnapped and almost die, you hadn’t–

You shake your head, that was a destructive spiral you desperately wanted to avoid. 

You sit alone with your thoughts a moment more, before taking stock of the island once more. About 8 minutes from your rocky outcrop, the Chain was establishing camp in a wooded clearing. 

A portal had deposited you onto the island after a gruesome battle, and you were shocked they even allowed you to wander. Though, you reasoned, Four’s head injury was most certainly a more pressing issue than you exploring– It wasn't as if you were like Hyrule or Wild either, at least in the sense of wandering and getting lost. 

Once again, the wind assaulted your face, blowing salty air directly into your eyes and nose. You let out a loud sneeze, elbow flying up on instinct to cover your face despite being–

“Excuse you.” 

Your heart damn near leapt out of your chest, your hand flying to your hilt as you spun around only to come face to face with the strawberry haired hero, his permanent smug grin plastered on his face. 

“I- I- You–” You scramble to collect yourself, heart thundering as if you’d ran a marathon without breaks. 

“Startled?” 

“I- Yes?!” You fluster, moving your hand from your hilt and cupping your face. 

Legend stands patiently, as you not so graciously collect yourself. After a few moments, he speaks again. “Mind if I join?” You shake your head, gesturing to the space on the cliff next to you. 

You don’t look, but you can hear as he approaches, the soft grunt as he lowers himself to the floor. 

Legend doesn't speak again for awhile, if it weren't for his steady presence at your side you may have well assumed he wasn’t there at all. His silence was comforting, the cries of gulls in the distance soothing. 

You listen to the waves again, rhythmic crashing drowning out the sounds of the forest. In the distance, you can see a couple of the gulls making their way across the sky to no doubt find a safe place to rest. 

You hear legends breath hitch besides you. You try to ignore it, discreetly moving your gaze to his hands. They sat in his lap, the rings adorning them getting spun and moved with the anxious energy pouring off Legend. 

You move your gaze to his face. 

His eyes were almost glassy, fresh tears building to fall. His strawberry hair shields you from seeing the majority of his face. 

You bring your hand up, gently touching his back, gauging his reaction. Your concern only grows when he doesn't react. You rub small circles into his back, a silent comfort to the red dawning hero.

You’re not sure what to do as the hero’s breath hitches again, his breathing ragged as his buries his head into his hands. You keep rubbing his back, sympathetic eyes taking in the crying form of the hero. 

Do you ask him if he’s okay? You aren’t sure. Would he prefer you leave? 

You decide to remain by his side, silent, but ultimately decide to speak up if it gets worse. 

And worsen it does.

Legend’s soft hitches devolved into deep sobs, the legendary hero’s shoulders racked as he curled into you. You hold your hands above the hero now curled against you, unsure if you should touch him. 

Deciding after a few moments, you gently drape your arm over him, carding gentle fingers through his hair. You aren’t sure what to do, so you stay like that for a while. 

You stay like that as the sun retreats into the horizon and the first stars speckle the sky. 

You stay like that after his sobs subsided.

You stay like that until he pulls away, an embarrassed blush tinging his face. 

You both sit there in silence for a good while, before you stand. “Want to head back?” You inquire, hand extended towards the hero. He nodded, silently taking your hand and rising. 

Im gonna strive to post more, but please enjoy the fic!

[celestiallystella]

Your Link Comes Home Clingy (Chain x GN!Reader)

you arent in the chain, and it wont be described whether or not the links have met one another or yet! very open, just your preferred link coming home to you being clingy! there's some angst in some (cough wild cough) but nothing too bad!

all variations of the reader are around the same age as the link, excluding Wind!

general thing, all characters are minimum 18 yo and are all in established relationships (besides wind, who's like 14 and therefore has a platonic relationship w/reader)

hope you enjoy!

for the sake of ease of this, no separations for red, vio, green, or blue sorry yall

four is exhausted when he finally gets home

hes been working all day, and then there were some errands he had to run, and..

ugh. hes exhausted

so, when he finds you all curled up in bed? oh he has NEVER been so tempted to just curl up in your arms and beg you to hold him

he knows by now he doesnt need to ask to be held but man

four manages to refrain, though, and drags himself to bathe first and throw on some loose nightclothes

as soon as he's clean though?

oh this guy is just collapsing on top of you and the bed

it disturbs you and your sleep, but thankfully by this point youre definitely used to him being this tired

he'd had an unusually busy day though, so unlike normal when hed roll over and the two of you would just loosely cuddle, four latches onto you, face buried against your neck

it wakes you up properly, and so you peak your eyes open

you aren't opposed to cuddling your boyfriend, obviously, so you wrap your arms around him and just hold him, content to go back to sleep

four is, also, very happy with this. he relaxes and melts against you slowly, a soft sigh escaping him before he slowly drifts off to sleep

hyrule's had a wonderful day, surprisingly

hes managed to avoid SO many monster run ins, found some new plants, and is entirely unharmed!

and you know what makes it even better? coming back to his and your little makeshift home to see you cooking

he loves, loves, loves when you cook

are you good at it? bad at it? doesn't matter. hyrule LOVES your food because he loves you, and thats just how it is, he doesnt make the rules

he's smiley, and giggly, and he wraps his arms around you as best he can while tripping over himself

thankfully youre not in any danger of getting hurt as he knocks the two of you to the ground

you laugh and it's his second favorite thing in the world, second only to your kisses

he's thrilled as you guys shift so that he's straddling your waist, cupping your face, calling you petnames, and kissing your face

it makes you laugh more, which makes him kiss you more, and it just repeats the process

eventually you get him off of you and go back to cooking, but he hangs off of you in one way or another as you cook

if youre the type to get annoyed by things like that when youre cooking, he'll just shift forms and lay on your head until youre done

as you guys eat, he's pressed against your side and bouncing with energy

hes just in a GREAT mood and you get to see the full brunt of it

if whatever you made is sweet, bet on him getting even clingier

he doesnt do clingy

he DOESNT

except he hasnt seen you in a long while, and hes missed you so much

what else was he meant to do?? not tug you into a hug as soon as you got inside the door?

he'd gotten home earlier himself, and had been rather bummed to see you not home as well

what do you MEAN you had errands to run??? he doesn't believe it

still, he doesn't complain

he just hugs you and rocks back and forth.

he's sore, and tired, and he'd really like to lay down with you. maybe take a nice, warm bath, properly relax for the first time in who knows how long

but he feels like he's been a bit starved lately, and he doesn't want to part from you

especially once your own arms are around him and squeezing gently, a kiss pressed to the side of his head pairing well with a soft welcome home

he kind of wants to melt against you, but he knows that'll make his soreness worse, so he gives a vague noise of agreement and squeezes you back

for now, he's content with this. cuddling and getting cleaned up can come later

unlike legend, i get the feeling hes normally clingy, so this doesnt really make too big a difference

he's just been working all day, and when he gets home he does his normal little routine with you

kisses, head to set a bath up, more kisses, getting undressed, more little kisses, bathing quickly, kisses, getting dressed... kisses

he's a bit smitten

its when you guys are in bed that his clinginess is apparent

normally he'd just loosely throw an arm over you, half asleep the second you two are laid down

when he's feeling needy and extra affectionate, though?

his arms are wrapped tightly around you, and it's kind of a gamble on if he lays on you or if he has you lay on him

either way, he doesn't fall asleep. he just lays there with you, and he'd probably ask you to play with his hair

idk he seems like the type to like his hair played with, so if he's laying on you, you do

if youre laying on him, he wont ask you to play with his hair.

instead he'll just kiss your head a lot

he will, eventually, fall asleep like that

when he's genuinely feeling clingy, it'll bleed into the next day in little ways.

you have things to do? well, suddenly he doesn't and he's trailing around after you all day like a lost puppy

He has things to do? ....nooooooo

the two of you probably live relatively close to lon lon ranch

he helps out there, you're a baker for commission, and so at the end of the day your link tends to come home gross and exhausted

there has been many, many times you've come home to see him passed out on the couch without having bathed or anything

either way, today had been decidedly worse than usual. everything seemed to go wrong, and he really really just wanted to lay down and hide his face against you

so he gets inside your home, kicks his boots off, sheds his outer layers haphazardly (you'd get on him for that later, he knows, but he doesn't care right now, he needs to just have you in his arms, please)

the sun's low in the sky, and he knows damn well where you are

so he goes into the kitchen, wraps his arms around you, and buries his head in your neck.

your movements stutter, before you hum, melting back against him, and oh how wonderful that is.

he lets you work, arms around you and moving as needed, until you elbow him gently and tell him dinner's done

you end up turned around in his arms, pretty much spoon feeding him, and then (after you've eaten as well, Time's not going to let you go hungry) time takes you to bed

he lays on top of you, and this was something he'd taken a while to become okay with, and plants his face firmly in the crook of your neck

you wrap your arms around him, holding him, and everything feels okay

he has been working ALL day

he gets home, grunts as he takes his shoes off, and then goes to clean up

it's not late in the day, admittedly. sun's hardly setting

the second he sees you, his arms are wrapped around you and he's half melted against you

you two sway from side to side for a while, quietly holding one another

while his sudden hug throws you off, you arent opposed and stay there with him

it takes you two a while to stumble towards the bed and get laid down

you can TRY to extract yourself, but he will pull out every trick in the book to prevent that from happening

if you manage to get away, suddenly there's a wolf tugging you back by your shirt, or curled around your legs as you work, whining pitifully

if you give in to the puppy eyes, you're his captive

if you don't he gives you the silent treatment (very ineffective when he's wrapped around you, and in your arms, and clinging to you, and-)

training new recruits pisses him off sometimes

he cannot believe he was once like THAT

either way, within the span of five minutes of being home and stripped down to more comfortable clothing, his arms are under the hem of your shirt, wrapped around you

his head's buried in your neck, and it takes him a moment before he melts against your back

he definitely stands there as you do whatever it is you're doing yapping about how much he missed you

he's done for when you turn around and wrap your arms around him as well

if his day went even slightly worse, he tears up and his face is promptly hidden against you in some way

you two end up showering together, because he does NOT want to leave your side, and then you two curled up in bed together

when he gets like this he prefers to hold you. if you REALLY want to be the one holding him instead, though, well.. he's always been a bit weak to your wants

its always after a nightmare about his memories, or when he gets a new one back

he's always kind of off a little bit when they happen, and he's learned over time that your presence helps

of course, it doesn't help that he's coming home late tonight, tired and worn out already

and you're playing with this blonde little girl - the daughter of a friend of yours. you're bbysitting, he assumes

but the sight of the girl makes his head hurt and vision foggy in a way he knows means there's a memory imminent

so he sits down, heels of his hands pressed to his eyes. he doesn't even process when you move around, the little girl put to bed in a guest room

suddenly he's back, leaning against you and hiccuping through his sobs

he tells you about his little sister, how wonderful she was, how much of a menace she was (theres so much he wants to know about her but he cant remember it yet, and he doesn't know if he ever will and-)

it takes you a while to get him to your guys' room, but you manage and get laid down with him laying on top of you

he falls asleep to your heartbeat and dreams of a little girl who loved the harmonica

he's been away from outset with the chain for SO long, and he hasn't seen you in even longer

he misses you so much it isn't even funny anymore.

and it doesnt help that he keeps panicking when he thinks of you

he knows youre older than him, that you can take care of yourself (and aryll) just fine, but he's still worried something might happen to you and the rest of his family while he isn't there

it's silly, and it's stupid. even when he was in his own Hyrule, after his adventure, he was hardly home anymore, preferring to sail with tetra and the crew

still, the second he realizes that they're in his hyrule, and on outset island, he absolutely books it home

and there you are! sitting with aryll and playing a game with her, and you both look fine

and you both light up when you guys see him, and he can't help but tear up

it isn't long before the rest of the chain stumbles along after wind and finds wind attached to you, face pressed to your side, and aryll on your hip

he doesn't even let you out of his sight for the first day theyre all there

(he is like this EVERY time they all make it to his hyrule. he misses his little family, sue him!!)

Yall tell me why this took me FOUR DAYS to write out??

If youve requested something i promise im getting around to it! Classes are keeping me busy man

[portraitofalinkonfyre]

Hey, saw your new story and I love how you write. Do you do yandere requests? If so, how about doing a Legend story paired with an isekai reader that looks shockingly like Marin? She fell into Wild’s world and tried to help him get rid of Calamity Ganon and now she’s stuck in a love triangle between Wild and Legend. Woe is her! /lh

Thank you!

Aaa, my first request! I'm really glad you liked my writing and I hope you like this too!

EDIT (like five months later mind you): So I've been neglecting this request because the only yandere content I've written has been wildly non-con and generally pretty frightening, but I think I've finally found a way to get the best of both worlds <333

Stuck Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Pairing: Legend x isekai!reader x Wild

Warning(s): Yandere behavior/unhealthy perceptions of relationships, dub/non-con, and smut (fem reader b/c requested)

Notes: FINALLY my first request has been finished. Rejoice my brethren

Masterlist

You knew they were watching you. 

Dusk had barely fallen, the golden rays of the setting sun bathing the clearing in a thick tangerine light. The fire crackled as you unrolled your bedroll, gently patting it down and trying to ignore the twin gazes burning into your back, belonging to none other than Legend and Wild. While the reason behind their incessant watching eluded you, it was clear that they weren’t going to stop anytime soon. 

You took a seat on the bedding, gaze flitting around the clearing as the other members of the chain prepared for sleep. Dinner–hearty clam chowder, courtesy of you and Wild’s efforts–had concluded minutes earlier, leaving you full and satisfied after a long day of traveling. 

Not that you weren’t used to life on the road, having lived in Wild’s world for a good three years after waking up, alone and scared, in a grassy field–where you met when he saved you from a guardian. With nowhere else to go, you had joined Wild in his quest to defeat Ganon, though he hardly let you do any defeating considering your limited combat knowledge. The rest was history, as was your inexperience with a sword, thanks to another member of your rag-tag group, Legend. Once ornery and sarcastic, he had warmed up to you significantly quickly after you fell (literally and figuratively) into his world through, you guessed it, another portal. 

But, as of late, things had been… strange. It was no secret that you and Wild shared a close bond from the years spent together, and while nothing had ever become of such closeness, you always felt that there was something more behind his casual touches and glittering grins, not to mention the way he always seemed to pout when your attention was stolen by something or someone else. It got particularly bad when Legend would sidle up to you during the long treks, claiming you were their “weakest link” in a snarky tone while somehow managing to be good company through the ordeal, though sometimes you wondered if the stories he told of his adventures were a bit… exaggerated. You weren’t an overly distrustful person by any means, but doing five separate dungeons in one day seemed excessive even for (one of) the heroes of Hyrule. 

You suppressed another shiver as Legend’s gaze seemed to burn a hole through you, slicing past skin, muscle, and bone to examine your very soul. If his burned, then Wild’s seared, like you were a piece of meat in a pan. 

It was for protection, you reasoned; weakly, pleadingly. There were countless creatures loose in the woods, and you were close to the treeline.

The campfire crackled. You wished it would grow tall enough to obscure you from their gazes.

Setting down the fabric, you patted your knees and stood up. "I'm going on a walk."

"'S gettin' dark, darlin'," Twilight said from his place against a nearby tree, casting a suspicious glance at the approaching night, brows furrowed. Wild and Legend's gaze left you for a split second, and you felt sick at the way they glared at the Rancher; united and divided in equal, terrible measures.

Several heads nodded in agreement.

You bit your lip. Fuck, he was right. You couldn't even use the excuse of needing fresh air because that was all you had been getting–you were in the middle of nowhere, for Hylia's sake!

"I'll go with you," Wild's voice cut through the still air like a knife. His eyes were bluer than the holy steel of Sky's blade, glowing with an almost otherworldly light as he studied you over the licking tendrils of the fire.

Legend dusted the skirt of his tunic-dress, boots crunching over the dead grass as he stood on two feet. Feet that could chase you down in the blink of an eye, and had traversed every nook and cranny of countless nations. "Me too," he spoke softly, with only a fleeting trace of his usual biting sarcasm. There was something devastatingly similar about both of them, and you knew there was no way you could back out now.

The bid was up, and now it was time to reap the rewards.

Your legs felt as wobbly as a newborn foal when you began to walk, knowing they would be two steps behind you. Past Warriors (concerned, eyes never leaving the hunch of your shoulders), Wind (oblivious, but not blind), Four (kaleidoscope of caring, not stepping in), and Time (the only Hero who could, though it was a long-standing debate on if he would).

The camp faded as you pressed on, guided only by the frenzied, rattled beat of your heart, and the last fading rays of the blazing sun through the rustling canopy. Fallen leaves crackled beneath your boots, and you felt more high-strung than a puppet. Wild and Legend's stares tore holes in your back, flaying your soul for their perusal and sending dreaded shivers down the metaphorically-exposed bones of your spine.

A huff of breath.

You shoved a lock of rose-red hair behind your ear.

Wild coughed.

The trees seemed to laugh at your cowardice.

Legend's age-ridden, joint-pained sigh was palpable in the chilled air.

Your heels stung from how quickly you whirled to face them.

"What the hell, guys?"

Both men froze. They were nearly shoulder-to-shoulder. United. Divided. Legend brushed a lock of strawberry-lemonade bangs behind his pointed ear, gaze measured, while Wild was the picture of the soldier he would never be: stiff, mouth tight, irises alight with an emotion you didn't dare decipher.

The Veteran's huff was gruff, far too casual for someone who watched you like you would disappear into thin air if he turned away for a mere millisecond. "...What are you going on about now? You scared of the dark or something?"

Your fists clenched at your sides, buried in the folds of your borrowed tunic. Was it Wild's? Legend's? You couldn't remember anymore. "I am not," you bit out, a bit harsher than intended. Then: "Is there something on my face?"

"You're perfect," said Wild without missing a damn beat. He blinked and rubbed the back of his neck with an expression that further convinced you that he would never be sorry. He was inching ever closer, as was Legend, and you wondered if sprinting into the darkness would grant you the modicum of space you prayed for.

Perfect? No. Petrified? Hell yes.

Crack.

All eyes snapped to the right, trained on the hazy treeline where the noise had emanated from. You couldn't remember the last time their gaze had left you, but the thought was quickly banished when a rumbling growl rattled the air, drowned out only by the loud shiing as Legend and Wild simultaneously drew their swords.

"Shit," you hissed, just as a gaggle of lizalfos drew from the wandering shadows. They moved like the predators they were; fluidly, without pause, eyes glowing gold in the firebright sunset.

Your heartbeat thudded in your ears when the first lizalfos lunged, lips peeled back to reveal hooked teeth that glinted in the tangerine light. Legend wasted no time parrying the attack with his sword, and Wild wasn't far behind, a hissed war cry slinking from his lips, pulled back to reveal a smaller set of canines that were no less dangerous.

The battle, if it could even be called that, lasted hardly a minute, with you standing to the side in a position that only enhanced the terrifying awkwardness of the situation. Heart in your throat, watching as your companions tore through the hoard like they were flies. Small, buzzing, annoying flies. It was no secret that they were strong–they were heroes, for Hylia's sake!–but there was something to be said about the feral glint in Wild's eyes, or the way Legend would look at you, blood on his hands, throat, sword, and not bat an eyelash.

You shivered, and not from the cold. An urge was building in your gut, not dissimilar from the kind you felt when confronted by an unfathomable horror. But it wasn't the same, not by a long shot.

The lizalfos fell quickly. Several carcasses lay strewn across the blood-soaked ground, slashed at the throat, belly, and face. Their eyes, lifeless, bleak, stared sightlessly at the star-speckled sky as blood wet the fallen leaves.

Wild and Legend turned. Simultaneously. United, but not together. United, but dangerously. United, but in love.

You ran.

Clouds of breath puffed in the chilled air as you tore through the forest, guided by nothing but your own, raging heartbeat. The trees melded into blurs of brown and green, branches stretching skywards like the twisted limbs of an eldritch creature. The ground crunched between your boots, and you could hardly find it in yourself to be mad about the obvious tracks your footwear left behind. Anything to get away, if only for a fleeting, torturous second.

Anything to breathe without the threat of one of them crawling down your throat.

Through the haze of adrenaline, you could barely make out the sounds of footsteps behind you. Barely make out the crazed, frantic huffs. Barely make out the fingers reaching, reaching, reaching for the back of your tunic.

Your heart damn near leapt from your throat when something grazed your back, then locked tight around fluttering fabric, and you were dragged backward, forced to skid to one of the most jarring halts of your life. A scream ripped from your throat, silenced only by the hand–heavy with fat rings, glistening in the faded light–cupped your chin and pressed your jaw closed, while a evergreen-clothed arm wrapped around your stomach. Legend's chest molded against your spine, fully trapping you in his vice-like grip, and you could only jerk uselessly when moist breath fanned over your neck, sending goosebumps skittering down the chilled skin of your arms.

"Why'd you run?" Legend breathed, tone heavy with the thrill of the chase. More breath hissed over your neck; soft, like a ghost, and just as terrifying. "We're just protecting you."

Moments later, Wild slid into the clearing; cheeks pink, hair a tangled mess that you just knew would be a bitch to brush out. He looked every bit the savage everyone joked he was and you hated yourself for daring to find that attractive.

"Damn, you're quick," he huffed, a hint of a pout infecting his tone. Blood dotted his cheeks and neck, and you didn't even want to look at the mess on his tunic. Damn Champion, always finding a way to make a mess out of himself.

Legend's arm tightened around your midsection, and he pressed his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder, unbothered by the thin layer of sweat soaking your skin. Something warm and wet darted to slick over your flesh, and you damn near bucked him off, a startled yelp slipping past your lips, zinging against the heat of his hand and dizzyingly-opposing chill of the rings.

This couldn't be happening. You were in the middle of nowhere, for Hylia's sake! With nothing to your name but a small knife and the clothes on your back. "L-Let me go!" you tried to hiss, but it came out garbled, the sound blocked by the thick fingers slotted over your mouth.

Legend's chuckle vibrated against your back. "Not a chance," he spoke calmly, with a smile you could almost see, and Wild was suddenly in front of you. They pressed close, closer than you had been with anyone, much less two crazed men with weapons that could end you in less than a second.

"You'll be safe with us," murmured the Champion, gently brushing the hair away from your sweaty forehead. He couldn't have been more than a few inches away, leaving you free to study every inch of his grinning face for hints of the mask he so obviously wore. What else was beneath those eyes–bluer than the sky, bluer than blood?

At long last, Legend's hand left your face, moving to splay at the base of your neck, only to be replaced by Wild's thumb. The Champion's calloused skin brushed over the plump of your bottom lip, dragging it a millimeter down to reveal the barest peek of hidden canines. He pulled back, letting the flesh pop back to cover your only true weapon in this situation, and leaned impossibly close. "Pretty," whispered the Hero of the Wilds with that sick, delicious, terrifying gaze.

"Very," whispered Legend, and you were momentarily shocked that they were capable of agreeing at all.

Wild's head ducked, nose brushing your cheek as his body molded to yours, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, abdomen to hardness--

Your thoughts snapped to a screeching halt as you registered the distinct... appendage pressing against the flat of your gut.

Fuck no.

Without warning, your head shot in a downward arc, smashing against Wild's nose. The hero yelped in pain, jumping back as he clutched his nose, streaks of crimson already leaking to stain his skin and tunic. Legend's grip loosened, likely in surprise at the sudden action, and you wrenched free, stumbling away from the two men, panting harshly. Well, that's what you would have done had a hand not sealed around your wrist like a manacle, yanking you into Wild's tight embrace. His nose was bleeding profusely–he really ought to have that checked out–but the look in his eyes was nothing but... was that hunger? The fuck?!

"Nice try," rasped Wild, arms curling around your back like the limbs of a tree. Unyielding, binding in ways that made you want to set something alight. The Hero of the Wilds leaned close, close enough that the blood from his nose began to drip on your skin instead of his. "Didn't know you were into that, Princess."

Outrage replaced terror as you registered the bulge still pressed against you. "Are you getting off on this?!" you seethed, unable to believe what you were seeing– er, feeling, but it was all relative when his fucking dick was pressing against you through his trousers.

Wild licked his lips, and, coincidentally, some of the crimson blood leaking from his likely-broken. He offered you a smile, and you shivered at the reddish tint his teeth had taken on. "Can you blame me?"

You were appalled. "You're fucking insane."

"Takes one to know one," hummed Legend as he reacquainted himself with your back; hands on your shoulders, breath on the shell of your ear. His tongue darted to flick the soft point, and you hissed: "Get the fuck–"

"–on?" interrupted Wild with a shit-eating grin. It was the most normal expression you had seen him make since this nightmare began. "I agree."

Your cheeks burned, and you rushed to rectify the situation. "That's not what I meant and you know it–"

Legend's arms wiggled to your hips, gripping them through the fabric of your tunic and trousers. You could feel the evidence of his arousal pressed against your backside through that Hylia-damned not-dress, and it was starting to piss you off. Just who did they think they were?!

A droplet of crimson dripped onto your collarbone. Then another, until it was like someone had cried blood on you.

"You're bleeding," you pointed out in a tone dryer than the Gerudo desert. Just like your pussy.

"No shit," grunted Wild, though the grin remained, like he was having the time of his life. You could relate.

"Gross," you rolled your eyes, trying to distract yourself from the way they were all but rutting against you... and how warm your core felt because of it. No! Bad thoughts!

A yelp left your mouth when Legend delivered a sharp nip to your ear, hard enough that you wouldn't be surprised if your own blood had been drawn.

"Liar," the Veteran hissed, and you were mortified by the spike of heat that slithered down your spine. "You're enjoying this as much as we are."

"Fuck no," you snarled, hoping that your expression conveyed the sheer amount of disgust and contempt you held towards them. Behind you, Legend's eyes darkened. Behind you, the Veteran gave the Champion a subtle nod.

Your thoughts froze when Wild dropped to his knees before you, staring up at you with those big blue eyes that managed to be as innocent as they were poisoned. He glanced at the Hero of Legend again, and, before you could blink, there were hands at the waistband of your pants.

"What the hell?!"

Your first instinct was to jump away, but Legend's grip was too strong, holding you fast as the Hero of the Wilds worked your trousers and undergarments down in succession until they bunched just above your knees. 'Bare' was too easy a word to describe what you felt when the pads of Wild's fingers traced up your thighs, settling on the points of your hips, rubbing soothing circles that only served to spur your heart like a spooked horse. Pupils blown, hands shaking against your flesh. Was he nervous? Fuck.

"Stop, please," the words fell from your lips like a prayer. A plea.

The first touch against your pelvis made your gut clench, a hot, broiling warmth brewing in your belly. A whimper forced itself from your mouth, and you would swear up and down that it was merely a sound of despair.

"I'd do anything for you," whispered Wild against the skin of your stomach. Anything, but let you go, it seemed.

Legend's lips slid to the side of your neck, no longer hesitant as he slicked his tongue up the side of your neck, from base to ear. Tasting you, memorizing the flavor of your sweat for his sick purposes. "Good girl," the Hero of Legend cooed against moist flesh, and Wild's eyes fluttered shut, like he was the one being praised. You squeezed your thighs in a last-ditch effort to halt the insanity that was taking place before your very eyes.

Legend tutted, and a hand detached from your waist, wiggling between your legs with about as much difficulty as killing a chuchu. You yelped when his fingers immediately found your clit, pinching the small bud with enough force to make your thighs quake, creating the perfect opportunity for the Champion to slot himself between them once more, eyes wide and innocent and so, so wrong.

You were screwed.

Literally.

"Just relax," Wild cooed through the fog. Legend's hand returned upwards to secure you even more firmly in place, and the Hero of the Wilds took it as a sign to lean it, now a hairs-breadth from your core, which was uncomfortably, traitorously wet. You could feel the strings of slick against the skin of your inner thighs, the Champion practically purring as your scent washed over him in pulsing waves.

"I hate you," you spat. It was a lie, but he didn't need to know that.

Wild only hummed, his breath fanning over every inch of your lower half. You cursed every deity in existence at the realization that it felt good. "That's okay," he said, like your words meant nothing, or he had already called your bluff. He wiped a droplet of blood from his upper lip, then gripped the bottom of your thighs, forcing them to hoist up on his shoulders. "You don't have to like me to like this."

Without hesitation, he closed the distance, licking a broad stripe up the entirety of your cunt, from clenching hole to swollen clit. The hero's eyes snapped shut, and a deep, sinful groan rumbled against your folds. Your mouth fell open in shock, only snapping shut when Legend chuckled against your neck. The bastard knew, and he was enjoying it. They both were.

"Wild..."

It was hardly a whisper, barely a breath, yet Wild heard it. He always did, and always would. Your mind flicked to your journey together; before the others, before the madness, when it was the two of you against the world. What you wouldn't have given to have had him like this months ago, but now... now, things had gone sour, good intentions--if there were any to begin with--buried beneath a thick layer of sickly-sweet desire.

That's not my name, Wild's beautiful eyes said. You ignored it, squeezing your eyes shut so tightly that you feared you would never see again. Maybe then, things would be right. Maybe then, you could do this right.

But it simply wasn't meant to be. There were no heroes in sight when you opened your eyes, only two men. Two men with blonde hair and the most gorgeous lips you had seen. Two men who wanted something they could have had in a heartbeat.

A fat, wet tongue rolled along the puffy bud of your clit, slicking a (un)healthy concoction of your juices and his saliva onto the tender flesh. Your thighs trembled around Wild's head, and a small, sniveling part of you was glad he had maneuvered you like that, if only to avoid them seeing the way a few simple touches could have your knees buckling like a newborn foal.

You choked on a gasp when Legend rocked his erection against the curve of your ass, one hand roving up to cup your right breast through your tunic. Deft fingers teased your flesh through the fabric, eventually settling on the pebbled bump of your nipple, twisting and pulling it until you were squirming, chest heaving for a reason embarrassingly different from mere panting breaths.

"Fuck," you hissed, forgetting yourself for a brief moment. WIld's chuckle was light, and it was almost easy to sink into the protective embrace of dissociation. You could pretend his nose was broken for a different reason than self-defense. You could pretend his hair wasn't mussed from chasing someone down. You could pretend that he wasn't staring at you like you were only thing in his universe.

The Champion pulled back, his chin shiny with equal amounts of slick and blood. You didn't look down, not wanting to know how much of it had gotten on you, much less the way his tongue swept out to lick at the combined liquids. "That's the idea, princess," he told you, and you debated crushing his head between your thighs just to prove a point, though the bastard would probably like that. Weirdo.

Without another word, the hero dove back in, lips molding around your clit once more. He gave a strong suckle, and your hands clenched into fists, a moan threatening to bubble put from the depths of your body. You mourned the loss of movement, as Legend had seen fit to cage your arms to your sides with his own, rendering them useless. Wild's hands had moved to your hips, gently massaging the tense flesh as his lips and tongue worked tirelessly over your bud. He had always been dedicated, so it wasn't a surprise that that... personality trait would carry over to the bed– woods, because you were all animals now.

"You're so quiet," the Hero of Legend murmured against your neck, hands still worrying your breasts, pinching and plucking at random, horrifyingly-tantalizing intervals. There was a harsh twist; he hummed, while you cursed the whimper that slipped between your teeth. "I think we both know you can do better than that, Princess."

You don't know shit, you wanted to say, but Wild's tongue slipped inside you and the words died on your tongue, replaced by a sharp, keening hiss. Fuck.

Legend's grin could have cut through rock. "Thought so."

"Go to hell," you managed to spit, but he was unfazed. A hand gripped your chin, forcing you to face him. Blazing purple eyes regarded every inch of your flushed, panting face, and the Hero of Legend gave a chuckle that couldn't have belonged to anyone but a villain.

"Only if you're there with me."

His lips were warm when they met yours, much softer than the rest of him. Your eyes widened as he kissed you, gentler than you would have expected. A tongue slowly slid along the seam of your lips, and it was a shock that he seemed to be asking permission.

Fuck it, you decided.

Wild's tongue swirled in a tight circle, forcing a gasp to bubble from your throat. Legend swallowed your noises like a man starved, eyes fluttering shut as he bore your weight, kneading above your heart in a manner that you were only realizing the tenderness of.

Link, the Hero of Legend, kissed like a dying man.

Desperate, unyielding, passionate. What the fuck was this?

"I love you," he breathed against your lips, and the words were far too sweet to belong to someone so rough, so calloused. You weren't sure they belonged in anyone's mouth tonight.

In one swift motion, you wrenched an arm free, catching the exact moment his eyes widened, expecting a retaliation of some kind. What he didn't expect was the harsh thread of your fingers in pink-blonde hair, nor the harsher pull that brought his mouth back on yours.

The kiss was messy, full of tongue and teeth in a manner that was so unlike the first one. Because you were in control–

You caught his tongue between your teeth, nipping it hard enough that the faint taste of copper temporarily overrode all others, small pearls of red drooling from the corners of your lips, slicking the point of your chin, eliciting a soft groan from the hero. If he wanted to play rough, you were going to pay it back tenfold.

–And you were going to make sure they remembered that.

Your other arm was freed without hesitation, leaving Wild to shoulder most of your weight, while Legend ensued you stayed upright. Good, they could work for it. Within a milisecond, you had Wild by the hair, yanking him from your cunt without an ounce of gentleness. He whined, like a dog being denied a treat, and you let a small scoff fall from your lips, eyes focused squarely on the Champion.

"If you don't make me cum in two minutes, I'll find someone who will," the threat slipped out far easier than you expected. Maybe you were angry, or perhaps this was how things were always going to play out. Either way, considering it would have to wait, especially when he was looking at you like you held the world in your palm.

Wild leaned forward, tongue out, waiting for permission. All he was missing were some dog ears and a tail.

You gave a nod, keeping your expression dismissive, and he all but descended upon your cunt. Gone was the previous gentleness, replaced by hard suction and a relentless, firm tongue that lapped at your entrance with a speed that would have made anyone jealous. It was only when you felt something different prod at your hole did you give pause to wonder just what the hell you were doing, though not for long when Legend reclaimed your lips.

The first finger inside you was uncomfortable. The second, less so, but you still found yourself hissing into the Veteran's mouth at the intrusion. Wild stilled his motions, studying your face for any signs of true discomfort, and, once satisfied that there was none, he began anew with renewed ferocity, crooking his fingers against your gooey walls as his tongue slicked a steady circle around your clit.

You broke the kiss with Legend with a soft gasp, letting your head fall against the Veteran's shoulder as the Champion practically fingerblasted you into oblivion, a familiar pressure building in your abdomen. It never came this quickly, but you were far too out of it to care. It had been a tough week, after all.

Wild's finger began to pump inside of you, keeping a steady pace as they curled and scissored. He was putting himself to work, as was Legend, who you were certain had been groping your chest for at least five minutes now. "C'mon," the Hero of Legend murmured, delivering a nip to the shell of your ear while his hands busied at your breasts. "Cum for us."

Shut up, you wanted to hiss. If that didn't work, you could kiss him again, and make sure his tongue would never leave your mouth. Heroes didn't need to speak, right? Wild certainly managed fine with sign language on his harder days.

Your thoughts were cut short when the Champion's fingers curled within you, rubbing against that one spot with purpose. His expression mirrored an intensity you had only seen in battle, or creep-watching session, and the sight of such single-minded focus was, well... it was doing things to you. Terrible, wonderful things. Things that made your cunt clench harder, spasming around war-gnarled digits, and, when a third was added, your only instinct was to bury your face in Legend's neck, eyes squeezed shut as you fought to regain control.

"It's okay," murmured the Hero of Legend, like that would fix everything. Like he could just slap a bandage over your heart and head, and it would be fine again. "Just let go," he coaxed, eyes never leaving you for a second. You didn't register the wetness on your cheeks until it was licked away by the Veteran. Had you been crying?

There was a thrust from Wild's hand fingers, a sharp suck of his mouth, and the world melted away.

Every nerve in your body fired simultaneously as white-hot pleasure streaked through your being, igniting your flesh in what had to be the most intense climax your hazy mind could bother remembering. Maybe you were screaming, or the pressure in your mouth was Legend's neck instead of your tongue, but it was all relative when basic thought had become this taxing.

Boneless and spent, you collapsed against the Veteran. Thighs shaking, fingers twitching, chest heaving. The fingers retreated from your core with a soft pop, and a hazy whimper left you at the sensation, which mophed to a louder whine when the Champion's tongue pressed against sensitive flesh. He didn't let up, seeming hell-bent on cleaning the cum from your twitching folds with a fervor that really should have concerned you.

"S–"

Legend's hold was gentle as he eased you back to Earth, careful not to jostle the hero nestled between your thighs. If anything, Wild seemed to relish the change, his hands sliding beneath the fabric of your tunic to grip your hips while you squirmed, exhausted, against the Veteran's chest. One large hand took both your wrists, trapping them in his vice-like grip while his erection settled firmly agianst your backside. Fuck, you had nearly forgotten about that.

The Champion's mouth reaquainted itself with your clit, and you hissed as the pain of overstimulation shot through your core. Too much, it was too much!

You yanked against the restraining hold, but the Hero of Legend merely tightened his grip, head dipping to murmur in your ear. "Almost there, princess," like his dick wasn't actively rutting against your ass. "Just one more."

One more? Refractory period who?!

"Unless you want something more," he paused to let the words hang in the air. A finger traced up the length of your throat; slowly, surely, and so devastatingy unlike the way his hips rocked against you. "filling?"

A low hiss rose from the depths of your chest, and you would swear up and down that it wasn't out of need, or the way Wild's touch was starting to feel good again. These fuckers hadn't even given you room to breathe before they were at it again, and the only thing holding you back was the fact that your arms were too exhausted to rip their balls off.

"Hate," was all you managed to grit out. The word felt wrong on your tongue.

"Love," corrected Legend with a sweet kiss to your temple.

"Bite me."

"Gladly."

You yelped when his head dipped and a set of teeth sunk into the tender flesh of your shoulder, hard enough to break skin. Hard enough that you felt warm blood trickle down your skin before it was lapped up by a soft, slick tongue that definitely didn't belong.

Wild, having apparently decided that you had gone too long without acknowledging him, pushed his fingers against the throbbing entrance of your cunt. Your toes curled, heels digging into his back, but the Champion only groaned. He was merciful enough to leave your swollen clit to the mercy of the cool night air, focusing instead on spreading you beyond repair. You half-heartedly wondered if the others had gone looking for you yet.

"So wet," mused the Hero of the Wilds, and you nearly growled at the self-satisfied tone his voice had taken on. Asshole.

No thanks to you, you wanted to hiss. But you didn't. Who knows what kind of ideas they would get from a statement as loaded as that one.

A huff. Breath fanned over your nub. "You never answered his question," Wild hummed. He began to pump his fingers like they were a cock. In and out; stroke, curl, repeat. The accompanying squelch was nothing short of humiliating, but the Champion's grin only grew, and Legend continued to suck at your neck like a leech, though you knew his ears were perked in expectation. "Do you want his cock or mine?"

"Neither," you snarled with such confidence that you almost believed yourself.

The Heroes of the Wilds and Legend shared a glance.

"That's fine," Wild shrugged, like he was discussing what to have for dinner instead of which one of them was going to have you first. His pupils seemed to wink at you, so large that you could hardly see the blue of his irises anymore. Before you could blink, he had his hands under your knees, hoisting your lower half into the air as Legend fumbled with something between you. Something that sprung free as soon as it was released, slapping against the flesh of your cunt and forcing a startled yelp from your lips.

"You still have it?" Wild asked, thumbs caressing the sides of your knees.

Legend's eyes rolled, and it was the most normal thing you had seen him do tonight. There was more fumbling. "Obviously."

You blinked when a small yellow vial was tossed to the Champion, who caught it with his teeth. What the fuck? At your bewildered gaze, Wild shot you a wink, set you back down against the Veteran's legs--which moved in such a way that they prevented yours from closing--and popped the cap with his mouth, spitting it to the side. Then, he tipped half the vial into his mouth, not bothering to wipe the corners before slotting his lips back over yours. Your eyes widened when his tongue wormed into your mouth, the liquid following close behind. It was thick and sweet, with an undertone not unlike honey, though you were intimately aware of the fact that it wasn't honey. This was something new, something dangerous.

Droplets of golden liquid dribbled from the corners of your lips when Wild pulled back, treating you to another one of his self-satisfied smirks. Instead of downing the vial, like he expected, he took it in hand once more and tipped the contents directly onto your cunt, a healthy bit splattering the side of Legend's quivering cock. The Champion reached forward, massaging the surprisingly viscous substance onto your flesh with two fingers, taking special care to coat your clit in a thick, slimy layer. You whined and wriggled, the chill of the air contrasting with the warmth of his fingers and the liquid. "What the fuck, Wild?" you managed to snarl, but it felt weak. It was starting to get hot. Why were you so hot?

"Don't be scared," the bastard himself cooed. "It's just a tonic we swiped from Hyrule's time. You'll love it, promise."

You highly doubted that, but the time for thinking had apparently expired, because the second Legend's cock slid against your soaked walls, a moan that could have shattered windows erupted from your throat.

"Shit," breathed the Veteran, finally releasing your wrists so he could wrap his arms around your middle. He bucked his hips once more, and the head of his dick made contact with your nub. You groaned again. Loudly. Wild couldn't have looked more proud of himself. "You always like this, princess?"

"Hylia, I hope so," the Champion sighed dreamily.

Legend's breath ghosted over your neck as he panted; the tonic must have been affecting him too. Heat crept through your body, burning through blood and bone in search of your heart, your core, and your mind. It was so hot. Why was it so hot? You felt like you were burning alive.

You needed him. Them.

The jig was up, and you had bet on the losing side. You hadn't even bet at all, really, but none of that mattered when the only coherent thought you could hold was on how good they would feel inside you. How they would stretch you, take you apart like you were some kind of doll, and bring you back together in an amalgamation that not even a mother could recognize.

"Fuck me," you whispered, almost to yourself. Almost to whatever deity dared listen in. Legend's breath hitched. His cock pressed firmly against your cunt, and there were hands on your hips once more, coaxing you to rise, to make room within yourself for the Hero of Legend.

"Gladly."

All the air left your lungs when he pushed home in one smooth, uninterrupted thrust. Your head fell back against the Veteran's shoulder, fingers digging into his forearms for support. It was like your cunt had been set on fire, and every thrust stoked a fresh inferno within your depths.

"Good girl," he praised, beginning a quick, mind-numbing rhythm that had you all but drawing blood, writhing and crying like you were being murdered.

A new weight pressed to your front, and you barely had time to register Wild's appearance before he was kissing you. Reaching between your bodies to rub enticing circles on your clit, groaning into your mouth like he was the one being fucked, not you.

"You're so tight," Legend sighed, thrusting into you like he would die without it. His teeth grazed the bite mark on your shoulder, eliciting a full-body shiver before he bit down, drawing a scream from your throat. Wild swallowed your noises greedily, fingers flying between your legs with a ferocity that should have been terrifying.

The kiss was broken, and your blood ran cold at what the Champion said next; cheeks flushed, eyes like coals. "Not too tight for two?"

Fuck? Fuck!

Legend's teeth dug deeper as he slowed, still pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. He released you, and growled: "I'd love to see you try."

You were mortified at the throb your cunt gave at the pseudo-challenge. It was one thing to take a cock, but two? There was no way, no fucking way.

"W–"

But Wild's mouth was already on yours, tongue slicking against yours like a lover would, or someone trying to shut you up. Maybe it was both. His thumb returned to your clit, but there was something purposeful about the way he rubbed you. This was happening, you realized as soon as something thick and hot plopped against the top of your slit, a bead of shiny pre-cum leaking from the engorged tip. The preparation continued with a finger sliding into your cunt, joining Legend's still-moving cock, then another, and another, until you couldn't tell which way was up.

The tonic had certainly worked, though you would take the fact that you actually did love it to the grave. "Please," the word rolled off your tongue, ricocheting through the air, and you were unsure of who or what you were begging to. Wild? Legend? Both of them??

Legend and Wild were one and the same; two men, hellbent on destroying the sensible remnants of the person you were. You felt their desire through the Veteran's tender mouthing at your neck, and the way Wild splayed his fingers to ensue you could take him. The light of the moon bathed them in a ghostly light, accenting the stark differences in dress between the three of you. Where you were bare, clothed in only a tunic, they were in everything they set off with; pants pushed down, tunic-dress pulled up.

"Ready?" the Champion panted, cock grinding against your stuffed entrance, capturing your lips once more. You didn't know whether to kiss him back or bite his tongue until it bled. His nose had already ceased bleeding, but the flesh was beginning to swell in certain places. Setting it would be a bitch.

"Go fuck yourself," you hissed, a final act of defiance. A final cry in the roaring tsunami of heat.

"I'll fuck you," Wild promised, and, in one swift motion, he pulled his fingers from your cunt, replacing them with his dick. The world seemed to fall away when he pushed inside, blissfully slow to allow you ample time to adjust to the stretch. Legend had stilled, waiting for the Champion to sheath himself, and the three of you groaned in tandem when he finally did.

It was overwhelming, and all your thoughts scattered when the Hero of the Wilds gave his first thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure skittering across your body like spiders. There was no time to catch your breath when Wild set a punishing pace; hard, fast, and unrelenting. Legend was more than happy to follow suit, fucking you like he had something to prove while you moaned and writhed, clawing desperately at Wild's shoulders for even a hint of stability.

"Please," was the only thing you could think to say, the syllables slurring together as they continued to thrust into you, alternating in a way that ensued you were never empty. A small bulge was visible through your stomach from the combined side of the cocks in you, and both men groaned at the sight, snapping their hips to chase the high that couldn't have come sooner. You felt like a star, glowing and primed to burst, scattering droves of stardust in your glorious, final ending.

Legend's grip tightened. Two finger descended upon your clit, pinching and pulling at the abused nub, and you were done.

Your vision flashed whiter than the sun as you came, clenching on the two cocks inside you like a vice, so bright and brilliant that, for a moment, you feared you had died and gone to heaven. Wild's hips stuttered first, and he slammed home, a rush of scalding wetness filling you. Legend wasn't far behind, practically growling in your ear as he followed the Champion's lead.

The clearing was silent as you came down from your high, collapsing against Legend's chest with an exhausted huff. Wild cupped the back of your neck, keeping your head upright. His nose was bleeding again, and it took several moments to register the slow trickle of blood against the skin of your neck.

"Are you okay?" the Champion panted as soon as he regained his breath, blue eyes roving your face for any flashes of pain or panic. When there was none, his back straightened from its pleasured curl, and you felt a pair of lips against your own; soft, comforting, everything you needed.

"Okay," you mumbled, not quite able to banish the oozing sensation of cum running down your leg from your mind. Your brain felt soft, stuffed with cotton, and it would be a long time coming before you fully came to terms with what the hell had just happened. More fluid leaked down your thighs, spurting out around the cocks still buried deep inside you. Eyelids heavy, you let out a sigh more suited to a middle-aged man having an existential crisis. Wild shared a glance with Legend, and the Champion scooted backwards, pulling out of you with a noisy squelch.

A glob of cum blurted from your pussy.

You closed your eyes.

You let unconsciousness take you.

So the smut was NOT supposed to happen originally, but I got really inspired by "Mistake" by Stellar and here we are. Please know that this writing does NOT reflect the views of the author (me). I think rape, or anything that circumvents someone's right to choose, is a terrible thing and should be punished to the fullest extent of the law, but this is a yandere fic, so...

Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed, and I sincerely apologize for procrastinating on this piece for so long.

[fourstarsoutofnine]

Can you write how the chain would react if one of their members was married to a monster (like a vampire, werwof, ghost, etc). Just that Link being smitten and the others either trying to be kind while silently judging their brother. It could be a full blown fic on just one or maybe small blurbs for each boy and how the others feel.

Yea totally! Sorry it took so long.

I don’t think the rest of the chain would be judge-y, seeing as many of them have had odd relationships in the past

(I.e. ruto, uh that one tree thing that happened with ledge, etc)

I think if you were a werewolf, the rancher would be best suited and most elated.

He could watch after you every full moon, in his own wolf form.

He’d do that for you too even if you weren’t in a relationship with him

That’s just how he is.

Now vampires?

That’s a fun one.

Whichever Link you’re with, they’re always hoping to find alternatives to consuming human blood and potentially turning someone.

(“Edward stop, her blood is clean!”)

But if it must be someone, they’d rather it be them.

I don’t know if you consider fairies/fae in this category but Rulie is just elated.

Another fairy! What joy!

Being with a ghost would be the most devastating.

He can’t touch you, can’t hold you, kiss you.

Bound forever to be so close yet so far.

(Necromancer Hyrule anyone? Subtle quiet shout out to that au)

Whatever monster you are, the chain loves you. You’re their friend(and their brother’s love). They wouldn’t trade you for anything.

[dreaming-of-lu]

A/N: Cause I'm in a soft, gooey mood. I'm thinkin of the Links being married.

~~ Imagining Wild smiling so softly down at a letter, looking so love-strucked yet yearning at the same time. Of course, one of the boys called out to him in a teasing way, wanting to know what got him all head in the clouds like their fellow skyloftian knight. He huffs softly and replies with a voice filled with longing, "My spouse wrote me a letter, basically wishing me safety and sweet dreams of them to soothe me."

~~ First normally kept to himself about his s/o, wishing to keep them safe during his time in prison for 4 years. Pushing you away from Demise's grasp with one last kiss, as he headed off to fight hard and long til his last dying breath. Only to reawaken in a coffin, tumbling out and wondering where he was.

His first thought after was wonder of if you were alive and kicking. He rubbed his left ring finger in a panic, sighing in relief when the metal met his skin. The impression of your bright, sweet smile soothed him, made his heart beat fast until the sound of a screech reached his ears.

~~ The look on the chain's face when a body slammed into Legend was hysterical yet made him shy under their wide questioning gazes. He wanted to squirm out of your hold, only to halt when those eyes, filled with tears of relief and love made him melt on the spot. He softly sighed and rubbed their head while exchanging gentle words between them.

The ring on your hand made them choke in surprise; so those rings on his hands are for distractions, huh?

~~ Hyrule kept his ring on a necklace under his tunic, away from sight due to conflict. His head was always threaten to be on a pike, didn't help when he carried all three pieces of the triforce on the back of his hand. He was constantly hunted, he worried they would come to find you if they were to ever find out he was married to you. Yet alas, he would be found by Legend with him sitting there, idly messing with the ring around his neck, a far off look on his face and a gentle smile. Of course, the veteran was going to be curious of whom caught the dear traveler's heart.

~~ Four watched you idle around the living room, gesturing a flick of your wrist to who could lay where without the worry of stepping on somebody. He stares with his chin in his hand, smiling softly as you jabbered on about something to one of the Links. The colors laughed when you bickered and bantered with that Link before silencing at the sweet smile you quickly flashed over to him alongside a wink.

He covered his face with his hand, flushing red at the laugh that echoed in the home.

~~ Once again, he had his head in the clouds with a dreamy smile on his lips. Sky clutched the letter close to his chest and heaved a tranquil breath, his ears flapped wildly, almost imaginary hearts fluttered and popped around his head. Some of those groan, while the other laughed and shook their head at the lovesick expression on the skyloftian's face.

He raised the letter above his face, pressing a gentle kiss against the ink on the bottom of the page then one to the ring gracing his finger.

"I'll be home as soon as I can, my love."

~~ He was so giddy to be home. As one could be, he was always the composed and conscientiousness captain, but when given the opportunity to reunite with his love. Warriors is practically floating down the path to his shared home that the group is struggling to keep up with his rampant pace. He can't help himself! He needs to smooch his spouse! It's a crime to him to be away for this long from them.

The look on their face when he entered the house with a flourish yell of their name, made his heart soar.

~~ Time chuckled when you fussed over Twilight, tucking him in before glaring at the male when he tried to protest. His descendant looked at him with a silent plead for help, only to slump when the old man shook his head and made an 'x' symbol with his arms. He knew that butting in would not protect him from your glare too.

He rather walk straight into a pit of lava than face your glare head-on. Though he melts at the passing thought of you tucking your future child in, sternly telling them its bedtime and that rest is important. He makes his way over, pressing himself against your back, lacing his hand with yours and placed a kiss against your forehead.

~~ He was already suckered from the day you first played together when you were both children. From the shy glances to the shared giggles, to the sleepovers and to the shared secrets. Twilight knew he had to have you as his spouse when you jumped into his arms and kissed him without a thought after he saved Hyrule.

Even as he stared up at the night sky during his watch, he could still remember the sight of you walking down the aisle with a shy yet giddy smile on your lips. He rubbed the ring back and forth as the memories took over his mind, making the time go by fast til he was tapped out by the next watch. He falls asleep easily when his head hit his pillow, with a faint smile on his lips.

~~ He felt smug when the chain jaws dropped at the sight of him running towards his spouse yet ignores them as their squeals and giggles graced his ears. Fierce swung them around softly in the air before slowly lowering them in his embrace, holding them by their waist, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead against theirs. He purrs at the hands that cupped his face, sweet yet butterfly like kisses gracing his skin that soothe the ache that grew in yearning for their touch.

He felt them move away the white strands away from his forehead, placing a kiss against the blue 'v' shaped mark there. He retaliates by placing one against the ring on their finger before opening his eyes to them. Feeling himself melting in their ever so loving and gentle gaze, "You still look radiant, my dear jewel."

[maple-the-awesome]

The Chain Meets His Baby || 2/2

Part 1 ||

Pairing: Twilight, Warrior, Legend, Sky x Reader

Requested by @kieradumpzz081927: I hope your request are open(or if ur free for requests), so i saw ur LU oneshots about the one that is called ' He becames a dad ' or smth. So, why not that he would introduce his kid(s) to the chain? That ones going to be interesting Warning: Some mature jokes here and there. Nothing major, but gotta give the new dad a little hell, right? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Six minutes and twenty seconds. That's how long you were able to relax before a series of knocks ruined your peace. Predictably, the sound is enough to echo throughout your small home followed by shrilling cries from the once silent cradle mere feet from your bedside. 

You could almost cry yourself, although you're able to hold in your frustrations thanks to the smoothing pat your husband gives your head before sighing heavily himself and sitting up from bed. All the two of you wanted was one second of sleep - one second to collapse in bed next to each other and rest your eyes which feel as if they haven't shut in weeks, but apparently, that's too much to ask of this universe.

After giving a quick kiss to your cheek (and smirking at your annoyed grumbling), Twilight slides off the bed and makes his way to the cradle. There, he skillfully sweeps the wiggling newborn into his arms, cooing the distressed baby loving as they make their way to the front door. Seeing as this precious child has only existed for a mere week, it can't really be too much of a surprise that your home has become a hotspot for visitors. Between the village children excitedly wanting to see their newest member and their parents stopping by to offer meals, advice, and all-around support, it seems your door is almost always open these days (not you truly mind one bit), although as it would turn out, your current company doesn't fall into the excepted categories. 

"What are you guys doing here?" Twilight suddenly doesn't feel so tired anymore once setting eyes upon the familiar group. They're all here - all eight of the heroes of courage; his treasured friends. This is, what, the third time his world has somehow crossed with theirs? This is really becoming a common pattern, isn't it, and for a split moment, Twilight feels a strike of fear at the thought of this being the start of yet another long, tiresome journey. Now!? He couldn't possibly leave now! What kind of partner and father would that make him? You need him here. He promised he'd be home for you, and for -

"- There's no danger, so don't fret. We've already investigated everything before coming here," Time, who must've read Twilight's worried expression, promptly explains things while failing to fall victim to the same jaw-dropped silence that strikes every other hero in the group as they all stare in astonishment at Twilight - or more accurately, the bothered baby huffing in his arms.

Instead of mocking surprise, Time’s eye casually drops to acknowledge the little one, his lips lifting into a pleasant smile, “...And this must be the famous pup I’ve heard so much about?”

“Wait, you knew?!” Sky gasps, everyone’s shocked attention snapping to the Old Man. He pays them no mind, too focused on his main priority of being the first to hold his great-great-something grandson who Twilight eagerly passes over.

“Ah!” The Rancher’s once worried expression changes like a switch, flashing away into an all-too excited grin. As has been common lately, having new company around immediately sparkles a rambling spiel fueled by his flooding avidity (which has impressively failed to die down even with the exhaustion of early fatherhood), “I was gonna send letters to y’all - it just slipped my mind. These past few days have been a bit chaotic while getting all adjusted. Yep, this one’s mine - lil’ Lupin. He’s officially four days old, born at 10:14 in the morning at a healthy 7.6 pounds -”

“- You’re gonna have to write all that down for any of us to remember it,” Wild rolls his eyes, although it’s in good spirit as he peeks at the tiny baby with a small smile. It doesn’t take the other boys long to notice that, like Time, their Champion doesn’t seem too surprised by this situation either, looking at the newborn with only a little bit more interest than he would a cute puppy.

“I take it you knew, too, then?” Four quizzes.

“He kept hinting towards it at first until I finally gave in and asked. I didn’t know when to expect them to be here, though.”

“It’s been nine months since then,” Twilight points out teasingly, causing Wild to huff and throw his hands up in the air defensively. 

“How should I know how long they take to bake! Besides, judging by the way you practically sent me a whole novel about how excited you were, I figured it was only going to be a matter of weeks, maybe a few months by that point. How in Hylia’s name did you stand to be like that for nine?”

“I barely did! It was hell having to be that patience, anyone here could tell you…but Lupin’s here now and definitely worth the wait, I’d say,” Twilight sighs dramatically, looking lovingly at his son who by now has settled peacefully in the comfort of Time’s arms, no longer squirming and fussing. To be fair, his ancestor does have quite a bit of practice juggling twins at this point. One is nothing.

“He’s a beautiful baby, that’s for sure,” Time chuckles, at last taking his eyes away from his newest family member, “You did good, cub.” 

Twilight preens at his mentor’s compliment, “Isn’t he? I’ve been around other babies before, but having one of my very own…It just hits different, ya’ know? …I actually wouldn’t mind a couple more -”

“- Don’t push your luck, mister,” On cue, you appear from around the corner, tiredly rubbing your eyes yet managing a smile to greet the rest of the Chain, "You weren't the one who had to go through nine months of heartburn followed by hours of torture.”

“- Eventually. I wouldn't mind a couple more ‘eventually’,” Twilight clarifies, quick to hook his arm around your waist and pull you against himself the second you’re close enough, “Besides, you handled it like a queen.”

You roll your eyes while resting your head against his shoulder, “Flattery won’t get you anywhere different.”

“That’s not what you said nine months ago~” Twilight smirks, pressing a kiss to your forehead only to earn himself a swat against the head.

Warrior originally elected to ignore the heavy knocking at his front door which threatened his peaceful morning's silence. Whatever this kingdom demands of him, they can simply add it to his tab. He's comfortable in bed where it's warm and you're snuggled in his arms, looking as beautiful as ever with a mess of bedhead and matching dark circles under your eyes. Best of all? Your son has achieved a new record of sleeping for three straight hours - THREE! 

Now, Warrior is relatively used to less-than-ideal sleep schedules as a hero and captain, so having a newborn around hasn't quite hit him with the same force as it might a typical man, but that doesn't mean either of you are going to be ungrateful towards this new parenting milestone. No, you were planning on taking full advantage of it actually, wanting nothing more than to spend a lazy morning in bed until your little monster inevitably awakes...however, it seems the universe always has other plans.

The knocking only grows more frequent and loud, drawing a groan from your fiancé who finally relents. Pushing himself out of bed, he reluctantly answers the door without much effort put into hiding his annoyed expression - that is until it naturally snaps into one of mild shock and excitement at the sight of his visitors. Instead of it being someone from the Castle or military, he's pleasantly surprised to find his old traveling companions, the other heroes of courage.

"What are you all doing here?" He suddenly doesn't feel so tired anymore, in fact he’s stricken with more life and a bright smile while gazing over the group to count each familiar face. Yep, they're all here - all eight of them. It's been so long! Well, maybe not that long. It hasn't even been a full year yet since visiting Twilight's family together, but that's still plenty of time to miss old friends.

"Well, some of us have been talking lately and we thought, why not put some time aside from our busy lives to have a little get together - just us heroes, for old times’ sake!” Wild announces enthusiastically, practically inviting himself inside, not that Warrior stops him or any of the others for that matter.

“It could be a little tradition of ours. Once a year, type of thing,” Sky explains more professionally, although he isn’t any less excited than the Champion. 

"A nice boy's trip to save you from the misses," Legend rephrases, elbowing the Captain’s side with a wink while passing by.

Warrior will admit: it is an intriguing proposal - getting away from the stresses of a hero to spend quality time with brothers who understand your woes. If only the Chain had visited a few months earlier, he’d be willing to entertain such a trip, but alas, he must give them a sympathetic smile instead, “As much fun as that sounds, I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you. At least not this time around.”

Immediately, the group’s uplifted smiles drop into disappointed frowns emphasized by a chorus of dejected groans. 

"You knights and all your fancy work kissing the royal family’s ass," Legend huffs, and Warrior was just about to bite back on that comment with a jab of his own, however their conversation is suddenly interrupted. 

A piercing cry catches the entire Chain off guard, many of the boys looking around wildly for the possible threat while others - namely Time and Twilight - are jolted by that familiar protective instinct they know all too well of from their own home lives.

“Actually, there’s another reason,” Warrior doesn’t hide his amusement towards everyone’s reactions nor does he hide his tired sigh once realizing his free trial of peace-and-quiet has ended. 

He doesn’t even make it to the doorway before you appear, already rocking the baby gently in your arms. It takes some fussing from both of you to smooth his tears, calming him down just long enough for Warrior to turn back to his friends while proudly gesturing to the newborn in your arms, “Well, allow us to introduce our son, Einar.”

From there, it takes mere seconds for the Chain to snap out of it and instantly crowd you both, each fighting to get a good look at this ‘son’ in question.

“Since when did you guys have a kid?!” Hyrule awes.

“He’s so little…He can’t be that old, right?” Sky gasps.

“Only a few weeks, I reckon,” Time observes calmly from the back, tall enough to simply gaze over the sea of shoulders and heads. 

“Hey, move out of the way! I can’t see! I wanna see, too!” Wind whines, shrugging to push his way through the barrier of bodies.

Twilight, steps back from the chaos to throw a playful smirk Warrior’s way, “Here I thought you were waiting for kids.”

“Us too,” You roll your eyes.

“Life happens,” Your partner merely shrugs, not even attempting to act ashamed of himself as he accepts responsibility of holding Einar while you excuse yourself to prepare a bottle once he starts whimpering again, “But we wouldn’t trade him for the world.”

“Geeze, you’re all getting old on us,” Legend mocks, eyeing Warrior, Time, and Twilight, “Not even three years ago, the Old Man was the only one of us in a committed relationship, now all three of you are suddenly tied down with children!”

“Don’t go sounding too jealous, Vet. I’m sure you’ll have your turn someday,” Warrior smirks, resulting in the other hero sticking out his tongue in disgust.

“As if. Me? A dad? You sure the world should be subjected to that?”

“Right. You might actually be doing everyone a favor by not reproducing.”

“Oh fuck off -”

“- Shh! Not in front of the baby!”

“I, for one, wouldn’t mind being a dad one day. It seems like a lot of fun,” Sky, coos, letting little Einar play with his finger, “If you ever need a babysitter, just let me know.”

"Careful. We might end up taking you up on that offer with how little we've been sleeping lately."

"Get accustomed to it, my friend, because it doesn't go away anytime soon," Time advises with a pat to the back, failing to hide the mirth filtering his voice as the new father sighs exasperatedly.

Legend isn’t usually the type to delight himself with hosting guests, nor is he much of an initiator when it comes to any sort of social interaction, so suffice to say, the Chain was rather thrown to have received unprompted invites to visit his world and home. Why the sudden open door? He gave no explanation, leaving all of the boys guessing, although Time has a few notable theories swirling in mind.

It all goes back to months ago when Legend had unexpectedly appeared at Lon Lon Ranch, claiming to have simply ‘been in the area’, yet Time knew better than to believe that. An experienced man like himself immediately took notice of his friend’s frazzled and irritable mood, such a state of dishevelment hinting towards one thing: problems at home - problems likely relating to you, to be exact, seeing as your boyfriend was swift to avoid any mention of your name when prompted.

Realizing that prying would be ineffective against someone so notorious for his emotional barriers, Time had allowed Legend to stay with him and his family without question. He, of course, kept a close eye on the young man, trying to deduce the situation the best he could from all those frustrated grumbles while working chores and pitiful sighs as the two sat together on the back porch after dinner. 

It was then that Legend had taken the moment to ask Time a rather odd question that had admittedly hung in the Old Man’s head for days afterwards along with a curious conclusion as to the true reason behind his sudden visit, however nothing more was said that night beyond some wisely woven words soaked in hidden meaning.

By morning, the veteran hero was visibly relaxed when quietly expressing his plans to return home to you. Clearly, whatever troubles that once plagued his mind had been resolved following a day of reflection and a goodnight’s sleep, so Time felt confident sending Legend back on his way with a wish of luck and an offer to return whenever needed.

Perhaps that incident and this friendly invite are unrelated, after all, it’s been months between the two, although Time can’t help but wonder, the memory of Legend’s question being of particular interest as the Chain approaches their destination. 

Some of the boys share their concerns along the way, a bit unsettled by the thought of Legend wanting to see them. Warrior even suggests the possibility of their friend having gone through a bad break-up, insisting there’s logic behind his guess since losing you would be the Vet’s lowest point, the extreme heartache being enough for him to abandon all stubbornness and reach out to the Chain for moral support. Arguments deemed his theory outlandish, however when Legend opens his front door to greet them, the boys begin to worry Warrior might indeed be a good prophet…

“It took you all long enough,” He huffs, his voice worn and scratchy which really sends home his obvious lack of sleep when paired with his unkempt appearance; heavy bags under his eyes and shaggy hair that stands up on all ends, “Come in, come in…”

‘Oh Hylia!’ The Chain thinks, sorrow for their friend already sinking into their bones as they illy prepare themselves for a story of true despair. Yes, Legend can be difficult and stubborn at times, and maybe you had your reasons, but surely he couldn’t have messed up bad enough to warrant you leaving him! Hasn’t the poor guy already been through enough?

“...Hey man, you doing alright?” Warrior was just about to rip the bandage off, his hand placed supportively upon his friend’s shoulder which earned him a sleepy look that falls sort of its intended glare, however before he can get any reply -

“- BABY!” Wind’s gasp pierces ears and makes several of the others leap in their skin. Indeed, if following the youngest hero’s excited point, it'll lead to where you stand in the doorway with an amused (that be it tired) chuckle…So, you didn’t leave after all? You’re still here, looking as rough as your partner which is probably excusable since in your arms is, in fact, a new baby.

“Hello everyone. I’m glad you could all make it.”

“...Oh thank Hylia you didn’t leave him!”

“What -?” Legend raises an eyebrow at Warrior’s dramatic sigh, yet he doesn’t get much of a chance to be offended. No one would notice anyway, their attention having swiftly abandoned their dear old friend in exchange for you and the baby you introduce.

“His name is Liron,” You note, earning a chorus of awes as the sweet little bundle scrunches his tiny face in displeasure towards the disruption to his peaceful sleep; already, he looks so much like his dad.

“So this is why you invited us over, huh?” Hyrule glances back over the sea of shoulders to send Legend an amused smile, “We thought something bad might’ve happened!”

“We wanted it to be a surprise…” The Vet sighs, unable to stay mad at the group’s energy, after all they have every right to be amazed. His son is pretty damn beautiful. 

“Well, I’ll be darn. You gotta kid now,” Twilight smirks, even going as far as to elbow Legend’s side which, as always, packs more strength than probably intended, “And after all that hell you gave us!”

“Yeah, yeah, karma's a bitch. Laugh it up - HEY! Wash your hands first!” Legend’s focus is immediately diverted from rubbing his sore ribs to pointing an accusing finger at Wild who’s stopped mid-reach from taking the baby you pass towards him.

"I did!" The Champion gasps in offense.

“Not here you didn’t. Do it again! Sinks in the kitchen!”

Wild grumbles, forced to forfeit his turn in holding the baby. A glare is all it takes for Hyrule to follow him shamefully as well, allowing Time to be the first to actually hold the little one since his hands successfully pass cleanliness approval. Nevertheless, despite his spotless palms and seasoned experience as a father himself, the older hero must put up with Legend's paranoid hovering which isn't too unlike a hawk's, ready to snatch back his baby at a second's notice if deeming the situation to be too ‘unsafe’. Fortunately, Time's nice enough not to mention this behavior beyond a silent smirk.

“...What went through your head when you realized you were going to be a dad?”

Now Legend’s question - as random as it had seemed those many months ago - makes complete sense. The timid whisper that spoke it, the nervous avoidance of any eye contact, and that deep, thoughtful frown while listening to Time’s honest answer - all signs that pointed towards a worried father-to-be desperate for direction as he fought to keep his own insecurities and fears at bay.

At least Time can finally rest easy knowing their past conversation did some good for his friend. The young man may be fidgeting while impatiently watching his new child be passed around the group for each to see, your gently hand upon his shoulder only doing so much to relax his anxieties. You’re also both beyond tired, fitting to Time’s warning that parenthood is by far the most difficult journey one can ever take, yet there’s a switch of softness that overtakes Legend’s expression the second your son begins to mumble his disapproval, apparently fed up with all this attention that he’s receiving. 

In an instant, Legend’s there, stealing back the small infant and clumsily doing his best to smooth such sharp cries. Yes, it’s difficult and nerve wracking to become a parent, especially for the first time, but to see all of your efforts throughout the years take form into such a beautiful and amazing being of pure innocence…that’s the most rewarding adventure yet, something Legend’s clearly already beginning to realize himself. 

Sky's been practically bursting at the seams all day - well, all week, to be more accurate - but today is especially special since you’re both expecting a visit from some of his closest friends, the other heroes of courage who haven’t been by Skyloft in far too long.

Seeing as their reunion has been so long overdue, it should be no surprise that your dear husband has been bubbling with eager anticipation all morning (long before the sun had even risen thanks to your shared lack of a proper sleep schedule). While he does genuinely miss his old traveling companions, a majority of his restlessness comes from wanting to share some exciting news about a recent ‘development’ in your lives, one he’s had to hold himself back from spoiling in their routine letters (which are shared far more often than in-person visits).

Before you can even process the knock at your front door, Sky is already darting across the room to answer it, matching the delighted smile worn by all the other boys. He eagerly ushers them inside, his impatience finally spilling over by this point, something he can’t help. As already mentioned, he’s been waiting for this moment for quite a while - and has dreamed about for far longer than a simple ‘while’. 

You can only chuckle at how quickly you’re swarmed by curious eyes, the other heroes not hesitating to stand and kneel around your chair just to catch a glimpse of the tiny bundle you cradle. To say it took them off guard would be the understatement of a century. It completely knocked them off their feet to realize what you're holding and what Sky’s excitement has been all about!

It’s a baby - a tiny newborn with puffy cheeks and itty-bitty hands balled into fists! She doesn’t even look real, or perhaps this whole situation itself just doesn’t feel real. In the Chain’s defense, it’s been years since Sky and you announced your intentions of starting a family of your own. Unfortunately, your struggles in achieving this goal became no secret, and your friends had begun to slowly lose hope with you. They truly worried the day might never come which explains their complete awe now. 

“Her name’s Azure,” You tell them, wiping away the tears that bubble in the corners of your eyes. Curse these hormones! Your daughter is already a few days old yet you still cry each time you see another’s reaction to her. Can you be blamed? It only solidifies the reality that this is, in fact, your baby. Sky and you are officially parents!

“Congratulations, man!” Warrior throws an arm over your husband’s shoulder and pulls him close into a side hug, “You’ve earned it!”

Sky shares his laughter with a shake of his head, his eyes immediately drifting to yours, “My wife deserves most of the credit. She’s the one who endured all those long and tiresome months to get little Azure here.”

“And you took amazing care of us both throughout every second,” You point out just as quickly with a gentle smile, “I couldn’t have asked for a better partner to go through this with.”

“Now we’ll have to start planning some playdates with all our kids. Let ‘em tire each other out,” Twilight points out, giving Sky’s other side a nudge with his elbow.

“Maybe being around Azure will get Hope to stop asking for a sibling for a while,” Hyrule sighs exhaustively. 

“Yeah, no, that has the exact opposite effect. Trust me,” Legend huffs with crossed arms.

Wind’s hand pops out from somewhere in the back of the crowd, only seen as he eagerly tries to jump up and down to gain attention, “Oh-Oh, Tetra and I can babysit if you ever need it!”

“I didn’t think she even liked kids?”

“She ‘likes’ kids, she just doesn’t like being ‘around’ them,” Wind rolls his eyes at Legend’s comment as if the reason isn’t obvious, “But she said she’s been wanting to get better with them to practice the whole ‘being a nice princess’ thing -”

“- All of that can come later,” Time swiftly interrupts the wandering conversation, “I’m sure as new parents, these two would appreciate rest above all else for now. There’ll be plenty of time for playdates later down the line.”

“We’ll definitely set some up once Azure is old enough,” Sky chuckles in agreement before kneeling by your side to help fix the blanket around your sleeping daughter. Although there’s quite a bit of time until then, the idea of finally being able to participate in such arrangements is exciting to you both. No more standing on the sidelines feeling out of place with your hearts’ yearning. You’ll finally be able to share the joy all of your friends feel.

“You both look like happy parents. Congratulations,” You preen at Time’s compliment, looking to each other through tears in your eyes which then drop to Azure who snuggles closer to you, blissfully unaware of the effect she already has on your hearts as she merely enjoys the comfort of your loving embrace. Your most special treasure, indeed…

[legendofmorons]

Hi! Can you do the chain (or at least legend and hyrule) with an s/o who randomly tells them bird facts not because it’s their job or something no just because BIRDS anyway baii!

Yes absolutely! Birds are so interesting!

(I love corvids most but all birds are SO cool.)

The chain with an s/o who randomly drops bird facts

Four: he's a bit weary of birds thanks to the experiences as a minish. But he's more than willing to listen to your facts, just don't make him hold a bird.

Hyrule: No formal education and a love of nature means he's fascinated! He's asking you about every new bird you come across. He would consider you an expert!

Legend: If you compare him to a crow, raven, or magpie, he'll grumble a little, but he wants to know things. He likes to be prepared, and he loves to see you happy, so he's probably going to ask follow-up questions.

Sky: he ADORES your bird facts. He will trade you any day. You wanna know about birds from his era? Sure! PLEASE tell him more bird facts. He'll actually probably go out of his way to ask about them!

Time: He has a deep dislike of owls, but otherwise, he's generally a fan of birds. He always makes time to listen, and he helps you find new resources to learn mode.

Twilight: as long as you don't mind him talking about goats and horses sometimes you've found the second most enthusiastic of the boys. He especially likes learning about falcons and hawks

Warriors: Honestly, he probably dosen’t know much about birds to start with. He knows the names of the common birds and knows a good bit about cucoos not much otherwise. He's just glad you feel comfortable to share your bird facts, and if he sees a new bird he'll ask you about it!

Wild: He probably really likes listening to your facts! He spends more time with horses than birds. He's liable to ask for more information if you tell him something new he isn't familiar with.