#Linked Universe x Reader

[linkenthusiast]

Four is proud to be a short strong man, throwing you off balance. His confidence bleeds out when he picks you up bridal style.

[i-write-what-i-want-when-i-want]

Lakeside Heat

LU Twilight x Reader (no gender specified but you're the bottom) | NSFW🔞 MDNI!!!

In which you were dumb enough to eat dubious flora and, thus, have to deal with the consequences. Thankfully, you don't have to do it alone.

wc: 3088

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You should have known better than to eat plants neither you nor anyone else in the group recognized, but somehow, Wild had convinced you to try them for reasons that escape you now. 

There'd been a tense few minutes of just waiting for something, anything, to happen after you'd swallowed the funky looking and surprisingly sweet tasting plant. But nothing happened and both you and Wild simultaneously let out the breaths you'd been holding and shared a silent look of agreement to keep your mouths shut lest you incur a lecture from every other member of the chain. Just the thought of Time’s look of disappointment has you grimacing. Combine it with Legend's sneer of I thought you of all people would have known better and you might just drop dead from the mortification.

When you both returned from your little detour—because you’ve never learned to say no to Wild's eager eyes whenever he asked, much to everyone else's dismay—you studiously avoid Legend's suspicious gaze, making a beeline straight for Hyrule to show him all the unfamiliar flora you and Wild had found. 

Soon enough, you forget all about your ill-advised experiment with Wild, distracted as you were with the sweltering heat of the midday sun bearing down on all you. When Time calls for a break, you waste no time running off to the trees, practically throwing yourself to sit under the shade, desperate for reprieve from the unforgiving rays of harsh sunlight. What a time to have cloudless skies. You sigh, resigned to fanning yourself with a korok leaf in an attempt to cool down. 

Only for something cold to gently tap at your forehead. 

You blink. 

When you look up, there’s a bottle of juice—perhaps wildberry going by the color of it—being held out to you. Following along the arm holding it reveals an ever familiar face smiling down at you, a hint of a fang peeking out from the corner of his lips. 

“Thanks, Twi,” you say, reaching out to take the bottle. You nearly gasp when your fingers brush against his, your chest filling with a warmth you’ve long associated with anything and everything that had to do with the rancher. 

“No problem, darlin’.”

You have to look away from him then as a heat that has nothing to do with the unrelenting sunlight pools low in your abdomen because the tone of his voice is all too similar to the way he sounds in your nightly dreams of him. You try to distract yourself from your thoughts by downing the juice in one go—and you were right, it was wildberry—hoping the chill of it calms you down. 

It does but only barely. 

You chalk it up to being in Twilight’s presence and resign yourself to feeling uncomfortably warm and sweaty for the rest of the day. 

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Perhaps it was by chance or perhaps it was by the grace of the goddesses—regardless, you soon find a humble village just up ahead after a few more minutes of walking through the heat. 

And it was great timing too because you were starting to think that maybe those plants Wild got you to eat weren’t so harmless after all—because where everyone else was getting by with their various cooling items, you were only getting warmer. Not even the sapphire circlet Wild had graciously lent to you could stave off the heat in your body. Coupled with the fact that your clothes were starting to chafe uncomfortably against your skin had you cursing your weakness to Wild’s earnest pleading. 

But still, you held onto the foolish hope that maybe you just heat exhaustion.

“You okay there, darlin’?” 

You feel a shiver race up your spine at the low crooning voice close to your ear and the heat simmering under your skin burns just a tad bit hotter. You feel a bit of that hope die a horrible, violent death. You turn to face Twilight’s concerned face, smiling weakly.

“Mhm, I’ll be fine. Could use a good bath after all this though.”

Yes, a bath. Because surely a nice cool soak would make everything better right?

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As it turned out, the village inn didn’t have any bathing facilities but the innkeeper was kind enough to point you to a nearby lake where you could take a dip. It was much further out than the one the villagers typically went to but you’d take the extra distance if it meant you could bathe privately—you had a feeling you were going to need it.

After informing Twilight—who’d been the only other one left at the inn, having opted to wait for you when you stayed to speak with the innkeeper—where you were headed, and reassuring that yes, you’ll be fine alone, no, you don’t need him to accompany you, and Twilight, please, you’re not helpless, has your recent battles not proven that already, you made your way to the lake. 

On your way there, even with the sun already on its way below the horizon and a gentle breeze rustling your hair and clothes, the heat in you just keeps climbing higher and higher. Still, you soldier on, desperately, foolishly clinging onto the dying embers of your hope that it was nothing more than heat exhaustion.

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At this point, you're fairly certain this wasn't just the heat of the day making you feel uncomfortably warm but you've already come all this way, you might as well try to cool down in the tempting waters of the lake even if you doubt it would do much. 

Something was still better than nothing, after all. 

So you quickly strip down, leaving your clothes hanging on a nearby tree before gingerly wading into the cool waters. You shiver as the cold liquid laps at your heated skin but you soon get used to the temperature, sighing happily as you submerge yourself all the way up to your shoulders. 

But the relief only lasts for a few precious moments before the heat comes back with a vengeance and this time, it brings with it an aching need from between your legs. 

You let out a long exhale, your suspicions now confirmed. You glance around the area once, letting your magic expand outwards in a quick scan and finding no other living soul nearby. 

“Might as well get it over with,” you murmur, letting your fingertips trace along your sides in feather light touches. Perhaps it was the abnormal heat or perhaps it was the idea of doing this out in the open but you feel extra sensitive today. Even just the barest brush of your fingers along the underside of your chest has your toes curling. 

You wonder what it would be like if thicker, calloused fingers replaced yours. Could they hold you, encompass your chest fully the way your small hands couldn't? 

How would he touch you if you gave yourself to him like this? 

Heat pools low in your abdomen at the thought of it—you, fully naked, dripping wet in the lake, your body draped over his still clothed form, your back to his firm chest as his fingers tease at your chest.

“Do you like being touched here, darlin’?” you imagine him saying in that low drawl of his. 

“Yes,” you breathe out, voice more air than any actual sound, “more, please—Twi—” 

You imagine his hands squeezing you hard before a hand trails down your side, to your waist, hip before reaching down to trace along the side of your aching core, his other hand staying to cup at the swell of your breast, gently rolling a nipple between his thumb and index finger.

Lost as you were in the lust-addled fog of your imagination, you don't hear a familiar voice calling out your name in concern nor the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer until they stop abruptly just as you let out a moan when you finally push one finger into yourself. 

Then a sudden choked out gasp finally pierces through the haze of your lust and you stiffen, quickly pulling your finger out of you as you turn around to face your intruder. 

Only, it wasn’t just any intruder. 

It was Twilight. 

Sweet, caring Twilight who stood by the edge of the lake, still as a statue and face redder than a ripe tomato. You quickly wrap your arms around yourself, shame and arousal filling you in equal measure. 

Shame at having been caught crying out for him so wantonly. Arousal at the thought that you could tempt him to join you and make your fantasies a reality—because there was no mistaking the tent in his pants. 

You swallow thickly as a horrible, shameful and lust-addled thought quickly forms in your mind. 

You’re not ignorant of the tension that’s been brewing between the two of you recently. The way his eyes sometimes wander over to you, watching when you bend down to pick up something from the ground or the way his gaze flickers downwards for the briefest of moments when you cross your arms. 

But you're not all that innocent yourself. 

Always bending over where he could see, crossing your arms and pushing your chest up ever so slightly right in front of him. Sometimes, when you get the chance to ride behind him on Epona, you sit flush against his back, chest pressed obscenely into him, arms draped dangerously low around his waist. 

Thus, emboldened by both the foreign heat running through you and the knowledge of your mutual attraction, you let your arms drop. Slowly, you walk towards him, hips swaying, drinking in the way his eyes lock onto you. Just you, nobody else. It's cold where the breeze hits your wet, heated skin but you don't let it deter you. You'll be warmed up again soon enough. 

Or at least you hope so.

“Link,” you whisper, lips just a hair's breadth away from his. You grasp at his wrists loosely, guiding his hands to your hips. You hear your own name fall from his lips, hushed and so full of a want he's still trying to hold back even now. Even when you're willingly offering yourself up to him. 

Any other day, you would have admired his restraint but not today. Not when every inch of you aches to rip his restraint to shreds and finally banish the searing heat that's been plaguing you all day. 

But you suppose, if he's hesitant to give you what you want, you'll just have to take it for yourself. 

You let your hands rest on his shoulders as you slowly lean even closer, stopping just shy of his lips.

“Tell me to stop,” you murmur, giving him a chance to back away because even in your desperation, you'd never dare to force him into anything he doesn't want to do. He's had enough of that, you think. All of them do. 

So you wait through a heart stopping second, wondering if maybe you pushed him too far when the hands on your hips tighten to a bruising grip, pulling you flush against him and your thoughts all but crumble at the feel of him all along your sensitive body.

You barely have a chance to suck in a breath before his lips are on yours, stealing away what little air you had left. Eventually, disappointingly, you have to pull away, the burn in your lungs impossible to ignore. 

“How do you want me?” he asks, ever considerate of you even when you can feel his arousal pressing firmly against you, even when you can feel the way his fingers inch closer to your aching hole. 

It's clear what he wants but you know he'd never push you if you told him no. And it's sweet but completely unnecessary. Not when you're so desperate for release you'd take anything he'd give you. 

“On me, in me, I don't care, just please,” you beg, shame all but tossed out to sink into the depths of the lake behind you. 

“I just need you, Link,” you gasp out as another wave of heat hits you. Shamelessly, you slip a thigh between his and grind your hips against him, moaning when you finally get some friction between your legs. 

You hear him suck in a sharp breath before he gently pushes you away. Immediately, you panic, a broken, pathetic sound escaping your throat. 

“Shh,” he murmurs, his hands coming up to cup your face, thumb wiping away a tear stray you hadn’t even noticed falling. He kisses you once, twice, just a chaste press of your lips and while it’s hardly enough to sate the burning ache in you, it’s enough to calm you. 

“I just need to get my clothes off, darlin’. Can’t exactly do that if you’re on me, can I?” 

Reluctantly, you relent, this time being the one to pull away but you’re not left pouting for very long as Twilight makes quick work of his shirt, revealing a well defined body you’ve been guiltily sneaking peeks at whenever you had the chance. But there’s not an ounce of that guilt now, and when Twilight meets your gaze, you simply nod at his pants, impatience clear on your face. 

“If you’re so impatient, why don’t you take it off me then?” he says, a challenge in his eyes—one you meet readily, eagerly. 

You’re on your knees before he can so much as blink, hands deftly undoing the ties of his pants and you have half a mind to take your time, really work him up and drive him crazy like he does to you every damn day since this little game started between the two of you but your body quickly reminds you that you haven't cummed even once with another wave of heat and cramping pain in your abdomen. 

So you quickly ruck his pants down to his ankles, closing an eye when his cock springs free and bounces against your cheek, leaving something wet and sticky smeared on your skin. 

“Fuck,” you hear Twilight hiss out from above you. When you open your eyes, you find his face flushed, gaze locked onto where his cock rests on your cheek. 

Emboldened, you decide maybe you would tease him just a bit. 

You bring up one hand to grasp at his length, pressing him more firmly against you as you turn your head to face his cock, eyes trained on his as you lick a long, wet stripe all the way up to the tip. With a grin, you kiss him right on his slit. 

He's pulling you up before you can so much as blink, kissing you hard in a sloppy mess of tongues and spit as he kicks off his pants. Lips still locked together, he grabs the back of your thighs and lifts, hooking your legs around his hips. 

Like this, you're completely at his mercy, trapped in his hold, his to do with as he pleases. The thought of it has you clenching hard, aching for something to sate the emptiness you're now all too aware of. 

Grinding your hips against him, you break the kiss, panting into his mouth, “fuck me, Link.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, darlin',” he rasps out right before he reaches down with one hand, lines the head of his cock with your entrance and pushes into your warm, wet, welcoming heat. 

You groan in unison, the size of him making you squeeze against him on instinct but you will yourself to relax, the unnatural heat in your body helping in soothing away the sting. Just like that, too much becomes not enough and you're shifting your hips, trying to get him deeper in you.

“Shit, just,” he breathes out as he adjusts his grip on you and then he's pulling you down just as he thrusts his hips up, burying himself fully into you just like you wanted. You don't have time to savor the feeling of it however because soon he's pulling you up, leaving only the tip of his cock in you.

You whine a complaint, already missing the feeling of fullness only for it to break off into a broken moan as he pulls you back down onto him and does it again and again and again, taking you brutally fast and hard. 

It doesn’t take long before you're finally cumming, the relief of it after suffering through your arousal all day bringing tears to your eyes that Twilight sweetly kisses away even as he fucks you through your orgasm. 

“Link?” you mumble in confusion when he stops moving his hips, instead lowering the both of you onto the ground all while his very much still hard dick is inside you. 

“Just takin’ a breather, darlin’,” he says, face buried in your neck, lips brushing against your skin as he speaks. You shiver at the feeling just as sparks of arousal start to flicker in your lower abdomen once more.

He didn't cum but it's just as well because it seems the heat in your body isn't quite sated just yet.

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The skies have darkened considerably by the time the both of you were fully satiated, now just simply basking in each other's warmth as you washed away the remains of your activities in the lake. 

Then you hear a wolf whistle and lo and behold, when you turn your attention to the source of the sound, there Wild stands by the shore of the lake, a grin so wild it nearly splits his face in half.

“You!”

“Uh oh,” Wild yelps just as you walk back to shore, snatching Twilight’s tunic with hardly a thought and putting it on, uncaring of the wetness seeping through the fabric and running after the fleeing champion.

“This was your fault, you gremlin!” 

“Shouldn’t you be thanking me?” Wild gasps out with a laugh as he makes his way up into the trees to escape your wrath.

Back at the lake, Twilight can only sigh, already mentally preparing himself for all the teasing when you come back to the inn because there was no way Wild wasn't going to blab to the others, not when they've all been—unwilling, they would all insist—witnesses to the push and pull between you and Twilight. 

At the very least, he had you to commiserate with. And who knows, maybe he could convince you to go for another round as consolation for the all shit the others are going to give you. 

Mm. That sounds like a good idea.

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You could even say you 'stayed up all night till sunrise' wink wonk

I don't have anything else to say except that Lemon Drop got me feeling some time of way, don't @ me hhhhh

also, alternatively, what if Wild ate the dubious plants with you instead? 👀 I don't have it in me to write it, but imagine...

[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.

[ordering-milk-at-a-bar]

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Wild: What food group is honey? Wtf is this stuff?

[Name]: Apparently, it is classified as raw meat by the FDA, which is cursed information if I've ever seen it.

Wild: WHAT

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[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!

[hxney-lemcn]

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

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

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

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

wc: 4.6k

Master List

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

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

What the actual fuck was going on. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

Everything finally felt like it was falling into place.

Until you met him.

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

YOU WERE IN A LEGEND OF ZELDA GAME?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re no fun,” Ame huffed.

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

“Hey, do you need some help?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your plight had only grown worse from there. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[librarygarten]

Isekai! Reader's Hear Me Outs

The boys have a bet. You're determined to punish them for roping you into it. (Based on the Hear Me Out Cake trend. All characters were submitted by you lovely readers.)

“You grew up playing our games, right?” Wind asks. He has a mischievous smile on his face. “Who’s your favorite?”

“Aww, I could never choose my favorite Link. You nine are all equally a pain in the butt!” You laugh and ruffle Wind’s hair. It’s not even a lie, really. Sure, you prefer some games over others, but how could you possibly choose a favorite?

“Come on, spill!” Legend pipes up, “I got money on this!” Ah. So that was what this was all about. Glancing around, you’re disappointed to see that all the Links are listening in, no doubt all part of the betting pool.

“I mean it. Find someone else to rope into your gambling addiction.” You shake your head at the boys’ antics.

“What about other people?” Hyrule smiles innocently, “what other… uh, characters were your favorite?” It’s an innocent question, but you know it’s dark motive. The boys would simply tally how many people from their games you liked and declare that game the winner. Fine. If that’s how they wanted to be.

“I mean. I had a crush on Beedle when I was in middle school.”

“That guy that likes bugs?” Wild, Wind, and Sky all ask at the same time. They look between each other, surprised for a moment. You can see the gears turning in their heads. How on earth were they supposed to count that? One point each? Unless you meant only one of the Beedles?

“Yeah. He would love me if I was a worm.” You nod sagely, as if the boys would have any idea what that meant.

“Interesting taste.” Warriors snorts, “Any others we should know about? Maybe we can introduce you when we visit our eras.” He elbows your side playfully, but over his shoulder, you can see Four trying to sneakily add tally marks to a piece of paper. They were keeping score. Time to have some fun.

“The King of Red Lions. Boat form.”

“WHAT.” Wind gawks. “Y/N. Y/N, that’s a boat.”

“That’s not even the worst one.” You grin evilly. “I was a very cringe child.”

“What could be worse than having a crush on a literal boat?” Sky grimaces. You think for a moment.

“Batreaux. When he’s a bat. Oh, and Ghirahim, but I think that’s just a given.”

“I’m sorry I even asked.” He cringes.

“Let’s see… who else?” You rack your brain, trying to come up with characters that you had a crush on. There were honestly too many to count. What can you say? Nintendo makes some fine men.

“I’m almost scared to know.” Wild smirks, clearly having fun with this. Oh, that reminds you.

“The Satori was pretty cute.” You say, and Wild falls off the stump he had been perched on.

“The Lord of the Mountain!?” He sputters, “Y/N that’s a GOD.”

“Eh, he’s not the first deity I had a crush on.” You wave your hand dismissively.

“What other deity did you have a crush on?” Sky raises an eyebrow. As the resident Hylia-“enjoyer” he would question you, wouldn’t he?

“Chill, dude. I don’t have a crush on your girlfriend.” Before his cheeks have time to turn pink you continue. “I was talking about Fierce Deity.”

Time begins choking on his own spit. Warriors pats him on the back, but gives you a look somewhere between disgust and disappointment.

“Don’t give me that look!” You cry. “I haven’t even started talking about all the hot villains! You’ll have plenty of time to look at me like that once I actually give you a reason to!”

“Hot villains? Don’t tell me you had a crush on Ganon.” Hyrule wrinkles up his nose in disgust.

“Of course not!” You put a hand on your chest, as if offended by the implication. “I have standards, Rulie.”

“...”

“Ganondorf on the other hand…”

“Please stop.” Hyrule grimaces.

“Y/N. Please tell me you had a crush on one normal person.” Legend begs.

“Does the Happy Mask Salesman count?” You smile. “I love his little laugh.”

“No. No it does not and you know that.” Time sighs and buries his face in his hands.

“Rusl?”

“No! He’s like my dad!” Twilight gasps. He looks personally offended. What? It’s not your fault Twi��s father figure had you saying daddy.

“Fine,” you sigh, “what about Vaati? He’s cute. That’s not weird, right?”

“Which version of Vaati?” Four sounds tired. He has long since given up trying to record your answers for whatever bet the boys had tried using you for.

“...”

“Y/N. Which version of Vaati?”

“...I think you know it’s not his Minish or Hylian form.” You laugh. Four, like Time, buries his face in his hands.

“Okay, surely you have one person that isn’t a boat or a god or a monster.” Legend rubs his temples. Are your antics giving him a headache? Serves him right, you suppose.

“Oh! Do Dark Link or Shadow Link count as normal crushes? They’re cute.” You explain. Four and Time both shoot their heads up, their faces bright pink.

“You had a crush on DARK LINK!?!” Twilight sputters, “As in, the guy that’s been dragging us across time? The guy that stabbed me???”

“That was before I knew him.” You grimace at the reminder of Twi’s wound. Unfortunately, the moment of silence is short-lived.

“Wait, does this mean I won the bet?” Four’s cheeks and the tips of his ears are still dusted pink, but he seems a bit smug now, too. Shoot. Why had you said Shadow Link was cute? That’s basically calling Four cute, too!

“Actually, I think it goes to Time.” Legend counts out on his fingers, trying to remember all the… interesting… comments you had made. “They listed the Fierce Deity and Dark Link.”

“Dang it.” You groan, a blush creeping into your own face.

“You should know better than to try and stop our betting pools, Y/N.” Warriors winks as he collects a rather large pouch from Wind.

“I hate every single one of you.”

Honorable Mentions that I couldn't find a good place to add:

Lizalfos

Daruk

Zora’s Mask Link (Mikau)

Demise

Volga

The freaking Deku Tree????

Raru & Sonia

[misspelledwordswizard]

Hii! I don't know when I wrote this down, so maybe it's wrong, but could it be your birthday today?

In that case happy birthday!! 🥳🥳 (Otherwise upss😅)

Anyways I hope you have an awesome day! 💖💖

Yesssss!!!! Today is my birthday!!!

OMG I'm so surprised that anyone knows, thank you so much dear!! <33333

(I'm not sure if you sent this on the 22nd or the 23rd due to the time difference, but yeah, June 23rd is my birthday!!)

And guys... I JUST TURNED 18!!! FANFICS WAIT FOR ME MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

not ironically I was waiting for this moment, now the question is whether I will actually have the courage to write anything... hehe

Really, thank you so much for this, you made my day start wonderful!!! ✨️🫶💕

I love you guys <3333

[the-moon-files]

Not sure if anyone has asked this before I think it’d be funny for the Links to get flustered if reader asked them to touch their ears (out of curiosity) (I’m totally not curious myself)

Like are they sensitive? Just some thoughts to ponder...

Again, just going thru old asks, so if i don't apologize in the ask, I promise its a given 😭

Moon: presumed male reader, but no he/him, only "you" used, so gender neutral really ig ("you")

Orbit: SFW, Headcanons-ish, SHORT

Stars: vaguely the classic chain of links

Comets & Meteors: CWs: mildly suggestive, mild discussion about ear piercings/cartilage mention, & TWs: ear piercing disussion (vague, no talk of needles).

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

☆

I actually sorta touched on this in an old ask, I’ll leave the link here in case u wanna see it, (when i find it…)

so ig I’ll expand on some short headcanons here!

so i mentioned last time i talked abt this being like a cultural hylian thing to only touch the ears of someone you love dearly, so like obviously parent/child, maybe older/younger siblings, etc. but i like to think generally,

esp as hylians grow up and become adults, their ears are like a thing only lovers/spouses touch/take care of

including piercings a lot of the time, so like a parent or sibling or lover will learn to properly pierce ears (tho i imagine they only really pierce non-cartilage piercings commonly)

so on the subject of piercings, i definitely think they see any multiple piercings/cartilage piercings on your ears as badass/def a show of good pain tolerance regardless of what you acc can withstand lol

(bro and if you have non-ear piercings?? Wind/Wild is Fascinated, and Leg/Hyrule/Sky/Wars jaws def dropped, even Time’s eye widened)

ok switching lanes back to the intimacy aspect

ok so we’re continuing off that situation in teh last post where you touch Four’s ears and are told what that means, and then half jokingly respond that they are very dear to your heart

(but obv if they’re uncomfortable you’ll def not do it)

bro the effect this has on them is actually irreversible lol

Wind was def the first to outright ask you to like check his ears after swimming or if they get nicked or even to ask you to pierce them once!

(if ur squeamish u said “no Wind, ask ur grandma” lol - but if ur not, like me when i was drunk once, u go for it after making super sure they’re symmetrical and sterile and whatnot, theyre just his firsts, as in the earlobe basic, and lend him a pair of your own earrings to keep in the meantime until healed, which is faster than humans. he is so happy he looks more like a pirate lol)

and the others def followed suit after Wind gave them the courage ironically (both being the youngest and also they literally all fought evil lol)

Wild politely asked if you could make him/help make him some earmuffs, Hyrule shyly asked if you would change his earrings, Four nearly went as red a tomato giving you a pair of earrings before suddenly but slowly all of them (except Wind?) gave you earrings some way or another (made or bought)

When one of the waitresses at an inn you guys stayed at giggled at seeing Sky give you a pair of carved pretty wooden feather earrings, before quickly running off, then congratulated you,

u asked what for, only to have her giddly explain it was a courting gift of course!!

…

nahhhh, all the Links gave you a pair of earrings, they were just being sweet and welcoming you into their culture probably!

or showing that you were dear to them to, since it was an “ear culture” thing!!

…you see the waitress sigh pitifully at the blonde men at your table later that night.

☆

thanks for the ask!!

peace out,

🌙📁

[fourstarsoutofnine]

Currently at the beach thinking about writing a beach episode where reader just goes around hanging out with everyone— but a part that stuck out to me is wind making fun of their horrible sand castle building skills—brought to you by my failed sand castle 😭

[maple-the-awesome]

Another Link Crushes On You || Part 1/3

Part 2 || Part 3

Pairings: Hyrule, Time, Sky x GN Reader

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

Zelda Masterlist 💙Fandom Masterlist

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

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

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

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

"Oh, so he has two roommates then -?”

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

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

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

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

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

"I had everything under control -”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I - um - Oh, sure…I -”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You have my word."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[linkenthusiast]

Hello!!!!!! So I had this idea a couple of days ago, and I can’t get it out of my head, so here it is: the Chain reacting to Guide! Reader cry. I’d love to see this in your works, but please don’t feel any pressure. Have a fabulous day!!

No pressure at all!! Always up for brain storming these days <333

Splitting this to 3 parts cuz I can’t keep up with all 9 at once.

I cried just writing about this y’all I need some comfort.

This part contains Time, Twilight and Warrior.

Guide!Reader tears

Pt 1

Time

- Time wouldn’t really call himself much of a comforter— he’d be at a total loss when someone breaks down crying in front of him.

-he’s not completely helpless though! When he manages to find his words, he can offer solid words of wisdom from his experience.

- however, when he found you —his guide— crying softly in a quiet area in the woods, he helplessly watched.

- he didn’t know what to do— you’re his guide! You know his adventures more than he does, how does he expect to have wisdom that tops that??

- However, now that he’s seen you, he can’t leave you alone.

Your sniffling can be heard in the rustling leaves, the tears continuously falling down your face with each time you try to wipe it off. You’re sat beside a tree, hugging your knees tightly.

Time had found you not too long ago, but it seems you have yet to notice him.

He’s at a loss. You, his guide and support system through his adventures—broken in sobs.

His next step created a loud rustle, jumping you out of your trance. You looked in the direction of the sound and was greeted with a slightly awkward Time.

“Hi…sorry, didn’t want to scare you…” he softly spoke. You aggressively wiped the rest of your tears as a response to his appearance. “It- it’s fine. Uhm… did you need something?” Your voice was quiet, slightly cracking. You even avoided looking at him.

He simply just shook his head, “I was just walking around…do you…need some company?” They were really simple words, respectful to you even if you had rejected it. Fortunately, to his pleasure, he received a nod.

He went to sit beside you, leaning on the same tree you did. “Do you want to talk about it?” He hesitatingly questioned. He looked over, feeling and seeing a shake in your head. No? Okay, that’s fine, he can work with that.

The silence picked back up once again, your occasional sniffles breaking it.

“Y’know…it’s nice to cry. I myself find it hard to do but…it always feels like a rain shower, like the world is going to end…” he spoke softly.

“But, if you take a second to look at the sky, you’d always find a rainbow when the clouds disperse.” He continued.

“It’s okay to cry, it will always be a better tomorrow.” A sob broke from you. You leaned onto Time’s armoured shoulder, letting more held back tears spill. Soon enough, you found the pain numbed and your eyes tired, and Time still there with you. Silent but observant, and always there for you.

Twilight

- designated big brother.

- knows how to calm plenty of children down— who’s to say those tricks wouldn’t work on anyone older?

- he becomes really concerned whenever you seemed down.

- he’s always seen you as the singular optimistic hope in a rather dark and horrifying world that he lived in.

- he’d always want to see you smiling. He’d pull every trick in the book to cheer you up.

No good. Nothing was working.

He’d noticed the loom and gloom that followed you the whole day. The silence that was carried by you and the way you always seemed to look at the ground. You followed whoever’s shadow was in front of you in a trance. He tried asking you what was wrong before, but your response was a simple “I’m fine” and moved on.

He had tried a couple things that would usually work with the kids in his village. Any sweets? No, trying to get you to talk about your interests, you just shut him down instantly. He would’ve tried giving you a little gift to get your mind off of things to help improve your mood even a little.

Nothing worked, to his luck. The rest had noticed your mood and didn’t ask too many questions when you went out.

Twilight decided that there’s one thing he’s yet to try—Wolfie. Then he slapped himself, instantly forgetting that you already know that it’s him, you were his guide for goodness sake!

“Hey Rancher? Mind taking these for a good wash?” Wild spoke up from behind him. A ton of time had passed and Twilight didn’t hesitate to agree, wanting to at least check on you. He can’t help it, he’s worried.

He showed up near the river, surprised to spot you crouched down and sobbing. You used the water to try and calm your puffy eyes and covered your face a little.

Twilight stepped out to approach you. His steps were heard by you, pausing for a minute, you looked up at him.

Your eyes were puffy, feeling both your warm tears and the cold river water littering your face. “Oh…Hi Twi…” you looked over at the basket of clothes, realizing what he was there for.

“Do you…uhm…need some help with that…?” You asked, wanting to avoid talking about your tears altogether. Twilight couldn’t buy that.

He set the basket down and knelt right in front of you. “Can I hug ya?” He asked simply. Shocked, you kind of looked at him. The request itself broke you to tears again. You softly nodded, trying to wipe your tears away again as you felt his arms wrap around you like a warm blanket.

The water works wouldn’t stop, your own arms wrapped around Twilight and clutched him tightly. Your sobs muffled into his shoulder and your tears coating his tunic.

He stays there until your tears died down and you fell asleep on him. He laid you down and wrapped you with his wolf pelt until he had finished his chores, to which he then carried you back to camp.

Warrior

- him living in war gives him a very different experience compared to the rest of the Links.

- most of their tears came from the urge to survive, to live, and to mourn the loss of loved ones.

- so when he catches you crying, he’s kind of coded to think the worst.

- someone’s dying or you’re in danger, just to the very extreme.

The chain was in town, restocking and getting ready to depart once again. Wars went ahead to try and remind you of their soon departure.

Coming to your room’s door, he knocks on it. Staying put for a minute for any response. He invited himself in, thinking that you had maybe fallen back asleep, only to hear sniffling.

Instantly alert, he sees you at the table in front of the mirror— you looked horrible. Your eyes are puffy, you kept wiping the tears from them. Your hair was an absolute disaster, a bird’s nest if you will.

“Hey— hey hey, what’s—what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Wars rushed to your side, trying to lift your face up to look at him. Questions spilled from him, looking around to see if you were hurt in any way and such. You looked almost silly, your cheeks were squished because of his hold and your eyes were tightly closed, your brows frowned. Wars wiped your tears carefully with his thumb.

You hiccuped out—“N-nothing— nothing is— working with me.” Breaking every now and then.

“What? What’s not working?” Wars urges you to continue. “A-all week, nothing was okay— stupid wild shoved me i-in the river! My clothes kept g-getting cuaght and— the needle kept—poking and and…” you took a breath, “I got a bug b-bite and— I just— my hair doesn’t want to work—” Wars shushed you softly, finally understanding that your frustrations throughout the week had got to you.

He kept holding your face and shushing you, trying to lessen your tears. A couple minutes later only sniffles can be heard from you. Wars took a breath, relieved that you were getting a little better. “Do you…want me to help you with your hair?” He quietly asked you. You, tired from crying, softly nodded and turned to face the mirror and Wars went to behind you to brush your hair out piece by piece. He’d take his time to try and make it look the way you wanted.

[i-write-what-i-want-when-i-want]

Cloud's Fic List

Artemis' Curse | TP Link x F!Reader | AO3 | Chapter 1 2 3 4

Everyone knew of the epic tales of heroes taking the crest of flames to fight against the evils of the land. But very few know of the curse the holy relic held.

Wishing Stone | LU Twilight x F!reader | Chapter 1

In which Twilight wishes for Midna. Instead, he gets you.

Lakeside Heat | NSFW🔞 | LU Twilight x GN!reader | read it here

In which you were dumb enough to eat dubious flora and, thus, have to deal with the consequences. Thankfully, you don't have to do it alone.

[legendofmorons]

What the chain thinks of reader knowing what’s about to happen based on their background music (ex: hearing Wild’s guardian music indicating guardian incoming)

That's a good question!

I think that they're all hesitant to believe you at first. Mostly because if you claim to hear music no one else does it's weird and if you don't explain why you're warning them about something it's also weird.

They do believe you quickly, though. You're rarely wrong about your warnings.

Four, Time, Warriors, and Legend take longer to believe you than the others.

Wind and Twilight are the fastest to believe you.

They might ask what the music sounds like.

[wayfayrr]

I imagine you like fight a strong enemy and are like celebrating and go “I could kiss you rn” to link as he’s like LET ME OUT PLEASE shaking the metaphorical bars of the game.

Link isn't just shaking the bars he's chewing on the glass and hitting it as hard as he can just with the slimmest HOPE that he could possibly get out by doing it

the fact that you're saying it so casually and to his face????? He takes it as a challenge to be able to get out - a personal bet that the second he does he's getting a kiss.

cause this boundary that separates you is the strongest enemy there is right? If you'll kiss him for defeating a lynel or something that much weaker than you'll give him so many more for getting him out right?

He swears to himself at that moment with a small barely noticeable flicker across the screen that he'll get out soon to hold you to your words. even if it's the last thing he does <3