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collage is kicking my ass I hate it here

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thanks a lot for the tag, wasn't expecting it.

“We should wait until she wakes up.” Legend says. Wind visibly wilted but he still followed after Hyrule. Legend looked back at the door. She was okay, she was alive. It was his turn to stand guard anyway. Just until his brothers come back and he can trade off with one of them.

@librarygarten @writing-zelda-brainrots @ and anyone else<3

Hello and thank you for the last line game tags @hurricane105 and @amelias-calamity-quintet !!

I’m splitting out as the post was getting quite long, also my last line is a doozy:

Link's hands tighten on her breasts and a small groan escapes him.

Anyway, yeah…tagging @cyraclove @unmaskedcardinal @st0rmyskies @portraitofalinkonfyre and anyone else who wants to play!!!

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the pain of past love lost

or me rambling how the boys lost their versions of you and how they feel about the current version of you

under cut for length

Sky, Time and Wars had lost their darling in similar ways, either by sickness or a curse.

the next chapter is sort of cathartic for Warriors, although he can't bring himself to be near the reader for long he sort of lingers around her.

he blames himself for how his lover died, believing that he's the cause for her death as she was cured by Cia.

Time had lost his love when he was around sixteen. she had always been sickly and knew she wouldn't live into adult hood so it wasn't much of a surprise when she passed that winter.

out of all the Links Time is the most adjusted and most welcoming to reader (second to wind). Having the time to properly mourn and move on as he married to Melon.

Sky carries the most guilt, he doomed his lover and the lovers of his successors.( thanks to bitch boy Demise)

Demise curse progressed rather quickly when it came to sky's darling, he watched her wither away day by day, and on her request he married her days before she passed away.

Sky is friendly towards the reader, he like Warriors tends to linger, but he's a bit more helpful and talkative.

Twilight he dosn't know how his lover died or if she's dead to begin with, when the village kids went missing, she went missing and when they were found she wasn't with them.

At first he thought it was the work of the Zant but once he was defeated his lover still didn't return then he blamed Ganondorf. After the battle and Midna returned to the Twilight Realm, his lover still wasn't found. he never stopped looking. he still puts up missing persons posters and follows any lead.

Twilight doesn't know how to feel about reader. he wans't given the proper closer when it came to his lover. He way more vigilant and tends to act as a chaperone towards the reader.

Hyrule had to see his love die right in front of him. It happened before his second adventure. he doesn't remember much, but he was ambushed and the attack came on so suddenly. the next thing he knew he was being held down and her throat being slit.

he at first can't bring himself to be near the reader but do to plot reasons has to teach her magic. He do not like seeing the reader hurt will freak out and become smothering.

Legend lost his love after all of his adventures. It was an accident, he didn't mean to do it. the two of them were fighting monsters together, just clearing out a camp that was too close to the village. She saw an opening  she intercepted legend's attack, which was meant to hit a moblin impaling herself and dying by legend's sword.

legend is hostile towards the reader. being near her is painful. he believes that he's a danger to her, yet he's the first one jumping to her aid.

wild sadly doesn't remember his lover, not fully. she comes to him in dreams or in the quiet moments. what he knows about her comes from his Zelda and others, he doesn't even know where she's buried.

Wild is one of the more easier links to get along with. he sees the reader as their own person then his dead lovers look alike. he's great at pulling the reader out of her shell.

Four lost his love at the start of his second adventure, it was more of an accident. her death didn't involve sickness or curses or being attacked by enemies or monsters no she died via drowning.

it was a strange death his Hyrule didn't even have oceans. she drowned in a lack a fishing trip gone wrong and some how she ended up overboard. and he didn't even know about your death untill he came home asking for her.

four is reserved, he doesn't have a reason to interact with the reader until he does. through hes one of the more friendlier links to interact with once he warms up to the reader

Wind hasn't lost his version of the reader. in his Hyrule their childhood friends as thick as thieves, attached at the hip. he dosn't know about the trend about the dead lovers the others actively hids it from him.

You treat wind as a younger brother and sees her as an older sister. they are affectionate with each other, they bicker. he tells her about his home and she tells him about hers. he does notice how others treat the reader and he is confused.

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chapter two part one sneak peaks

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done with the first half of chapter two and it sits at roughly 2600 something odd words and its mostly dream sequences and a pov from legend

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chapter two might be a two parter . we get a little insight on the mc past and how the boys feel and react to her

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im feeling guilty shame

how twilight and legend lost their lovers is almost cruel, I'm sorry but there will be heavy angst when it comes to these two most legend tho

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bruh Imagine you want to get out of your comfort zone and you think 'what's the worst that could happen?' then blink and you're in another world like i would be having a crisis and would never leave my comfort zone again 💀

not only that but girlie was poisoned to. like imagine wanting to bond with a foster sibling and they invite you to hang out with them and their friends and the next thing you know your

A- transported to another world

B-kidnapped by a shadow creature and C- poisoned

she really needs to catch a break, to bad she not getting one yet

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Late At Night, Where the Fairy Song Plays

Summery: Stumbling blindly through a forest at night was not how you expected this evening to go -- but to be fair, you being injected with some kind of poison was also NOT how you was expecting your evening to go. So it's a night of new surprises, and really you just wants to get away from the shadow as soon as possible before the thing catches up to you, or before the poison currently coursing through your veins kills you.

From the corner of your unfocused eye you spot a boy not much older than you, bruised and somewhat bloody too. You know a kindred spirit when you see one.

Warnings: cursing, blood.

(@legendofmorons thank you fore letting me use your idea)

Chapter 0 | The Fool 

The Fool: Upright: When The Fool is upright, it represents innocence, new beginnings, and having a free spirit

“Woah. Dude, you look like shit,”

You giggled. Granted, that shouldn’t have been the first thing you said to the man who had just made out with the forest floor, but in your defense, you weren’t at 100% right now. The man— nope, boy because he was short and wasn’t wearing pants for some reason— whipped around, his stupidly long blue hat flaring out impressively. You would’ve clapped in appreciation, but instead, you took the time to wipe the back of your hand under your nose, smearing the blood running from it across your mouth and your cheek. 

You still felt the sticky warmth of blood on your skin, and iron still assaulted your taste buds, but it was better than staining your dress even more than it was.

“Sorry,” You blinked owlishly, not even flinching as the boy with pink hair zeroes in on you. “ That was rude of me. I have a poor mouth-to-brain filter; the missus always said it’s what gets me in trouble…”

And that woman wasn’t wrong. Your smart mouth is what landed you in this situation— with some drug running through your veins and the back of your neck aching. Thanks, mister Red-eyed Shadow man.

You leaned against the nearest tree, idly picking at the bark. The boy grunts at you, a curt ‘hm’ that shouldn’t have made you smile, but it did because you were drugged, delirious, and homesick. This boy reminds you of the older boys in the group home, the ones about to age out. Who were marked as trouble but were kind to the younger kids.

The boy kept his distance, which was good. You don’t think you’d be able to run right now; it was dark, and your eyes had yet to adjust to the moonlit sky fully. Now that you were putting more effort into observing him, he looked tired, too. Beat up as well. Dark patches of what you think is blood dotted his shirt. He was bruised in some places. 

Did he get into a fight?

In his hand was a sword; you’d seen many men with swords lately ( and many monsters, but everyone knew that monsters aren’t real, so the monsters were humans playing dress up). You didn’t have any weapons on you. Maybe if he attacks, you could bite his fingers off… yeah that’s a good plan.

“ You look hurt,” The boy said, adjusting his grip on his blade. You squinted and licked the blood off of your lips. Ugh, you hate the taste of blood. It’s good to know you’re not becoming a vampire; you’d miss the sun.

“I am,” you said matter-of-factly. What’s the point in denying the obvious? You were drugged— poisoned, and your everything ached, but your neck most of all. “ That shadow man thing, with red eyes, poisoned me.” The agony of the initial drugging had looped back around to numbing a while ago.

“Dying… I think.” You were kidnapped, and that in itself was scary, and then you were poisoned, and now you’re 1000% sure you were going to die.

But that shadow thing and its minions said something about…

“Hey,” You stumbled forward towards the boy, a bloodied hand reaching out. “ you– you’re a hero, right? You’re not… not attacking me, and if you’re not, then you’re against the shadow thing.” He said you looked hurt; that’s some semblance of concern, right?

He could be a puppy-kicking mercenary for all you cared, but if he was against the shadow, then he was safe. He could help you get home. The boy makes no change in his expression, but you realize blearily that you couldn’t tell even if he had— dark spots were consuming your vision. The boy stood still long enough for you to cling onto the red of his shirt-dress thing. It was stretchy and soft under your wet, red fingers.

Maybe the lack of readiness to hurt you wasn’t the best bar to judge someone, but your head was filled with gauze and cotton. You had the stranger danger talk; of course, you had the stranger danger talk, but the boy felt safe. Every aching bone in your body screamed that this boy you were pathetically clinging to was safe.

You buried your face into his chest. “ You can help me, right? I don’t — don’t want to die.” You blinked slow and lizard-like, taking in equally slow and shaky breaths. “ I mean– I promised… I promised that I’d try to make it to adulthood. I fucking pinkie swore, and you— you never brake those.” 

There’s a rustle of leaves from somewhere in the forest. It sends chills up your spine, leaving a bitter, nasty taste in your mouth. Even though it was sickly sweet, you immediately knew who it belonged to. “Pretty mistress?” The voice echoed. 

Icy, hot panic shoots from your head to your toes, your heart jumpstarting into the fifth gear. In the rush of fear, your vision swims nauseatingly fast. Eyes wide, mouth pulled back, and blood spills against your tongue. “Please.” You rasp, desperate. You grab onto the boy’s shirt with both hands.

 “Please. He’s going to kill me. PLEASE—”

“Mistress? Is that you?”

Your lips parted, dragging in the air to plead with the boy again, but you didn’t need to. His violet eyes narrowed. Before you could even blink, the boy– surprisingly strong for his build– picked you up in an effortless princess carry. 

The world blurs into a smear of watercolors as you are stolen away from the dank forest. You cling to the boy like a lifeline. The boy is a lifeline for all you cared as he carried you further and further away from the shadow.

Half your face is pressed into the boy’s shirt, and you’re only partly aware of the blood you’re smudging onto the fabric. You have half the mind to apologize.

You don’t.

Instead, pushing through the loud whistling of the wind, you mutter a string of delirious “thank you’s” on a repetitive loop. You’re not even sure if you could be heard, but the terror in your chest turned into painful relief anyway.

You liked the night. It always made you feel better — the chill, the moonlit sky, the feeling that there’s something bigger than you out there in the cosmos — and it feels even better now, with the heat of the poison and your own body desperately fighting against the toxins being forcibly cooled. There were so many stars out, even with light pollution, you’d only see a few stars on a clear night. But this reminds you of that one Vincent Van Gogh painting.

For a feverish moment, you can forget that some creep put poison in your veins. You sighed, eyes closed, and almost regretted it when blood coats your teeth.

Your reprieve is cruelly broken, but the boy skids to a stop moments later. Your stomach coils inwards in revenge. The hand pressed against your back shakes you sharply.

“Hey,” The boy whispered. You blinked, your eyes opened, and you immediately had to suppress a startled flinch when you met the cold violet gaze of the boy’s eyes. “ You have to keep your eyes open.”

“I…Try,” you muttered, nose scrunching up as nausea roils uncomfortably in your gut. You licked your lips again. The blood began to dry and felt like flaking paint sticking to your skin.

“Th’ wind’s nice.” it reminded you of a car ride, falling asleep in the backseat, or being carried into your bedroom after falling asleep on the couch at a (foster) family party and hearing the laughter from the next room.

“Sorry,” you murmur, nose scrunching up as nausea roils unpleasantly in your gut. You licked your lips again, the blood begins to dry, and it feels like scratchy paint sticking onto your skin. It’s uncomfortable. 

The boy begins running again. The jostling movement only makes you feel worse. But he said to keep your eyes open, and you figure that’s a pretty smart idea considering your predicament. But you’re going to vomit if you keep looking at the world spinning around him…

You don’t want to see what your vomit looks like — afraid it’ll come up bloody, and you don’t want to get it all over the boy, either. 

You make a mental compromise and bury your face into the crook of the boy’s neck, clawing at his shoulders to keep purchasing. You latch your fingers onto the tunic dress and refuse to let go despite your trembling arms. 

You only turn your head when there’s a sharp pain in your lungs. You press your forehead into the boy’s shoulder and cough blood over his shoulder.... oops. The boy slows his run, his grip tightening somewhat, and for one delicious moment, you think that he’s the one shaking instead of you.

“Sorry,” you repeat, voice hoarse, “’m gettin’ blood on you...”

“Hn. It’ll come off.” you’re told, and you blink lazily again, nodding curtly. The boy’s voice sounds nice. But before you can say to him that, the boy picks up speed again, the wind whistling in his ears.

You relish it but keep the thought in the back of your mind. Up until they slow down again, and as another wave of sickly nausea and pins-needles pain washes over you like the tide, you blurt out, “I like y’voice.”

...you don’t get a response back.

You drift in and out of consciousness, with the boy jolting you awake occasionally with a sharp, quiet reminder to keep with him. You don’t bother designing a verbal response beyond wordless grumbles and mumbles. A few times, you stop to cough up your lungs — and for a worrying moment, after a particularly sharp landing, gag on air, your stomach lurching angrily. Nothing comes out; you’re more embarrassed and exhausted than anything else. You want to vomit, but you’re terrified of what might come out if you do.

The boy picks up speed after that.

Eventually, you leave the forest to the stars — as hidden as they are amongst the treetops — and dash into a dark alleyway. A town? You were in a town; the streets were empty, but you could hear the faint festivities of the bars and houses the boy carried you passed.

You open your eyes just as the boy places you in a cushioned seat and says, “Wh’re w’?” You ask, lolling your head to the side to peer up tiredly.

“Somewhere I can help you.”

You already know that. The boy wouldn’t have listened to your hysterical pleading and gotten him away from the shadow’s lackeys otherwise. But, hearing it being said aloud only confirms it in your cotton-filled mind, and something about it makes your eyes sting with tears. They bead up on your lashes, threatening to pool over your face and drip down your bloodied cheeks. 

With it comes a lump accustomed to crying, which you force yourself to swallow silently with a mouthful of iron. Your lips wobble, and you press them together before trying to manage a smile. It feels pathetic, but oh, do you feel hope.   

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in your story reader is 16 but Legend and Four are 18 and 19? Is there any other context here that I don't know about?

the reader is 16 but she'll turn 17 later in the story. It's sort of a plot point later in the story, a turning point for the characters and their dynamics. also nothing explicit will happen between them, the most that will happen is kissing. and that only happens way later in the story. mostly as of right now nothing romantic is going to happen between the reader and the love interests.

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first chapter and it's already angst-y.

feel kind of bad for what I'm doing to him :(

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Late At Night, Where the Fairy Song Plays

Despite leading a normal life, getting good grades, and working at a flower shop part time, a sixteen year-old, selective mute addled with anxiety, found the resolve to step out of her comfort zone-- only for it to end in tragedy. But in a twist of fate she awakens in another world, sent there by three goddesses in order to pay back a dept inherited by a former incarnation of herself. However, powerful individuals in this world aren't as thrilled to have her there.

As her journey begins, she tries to make the most of her new opportunity while conquering the mystery of her past. And perhaps, one day, she may find the one thing she could not find in her old world-love.

[ Or in which a past versions of yourself creates a mess you have to clean up, and also they haunt the doomed narrative your trapped in.]

[also known as: reincarnation, shadow hunting, and cures braking, memory recovering, with Hylia's chosen hero, as you accidentally reawaken their past trauma.]

Ages

Time: physically->35 years old, mental->45 Years old

-Warriors: 24 years old

-Twilight: 23 years old

-Sky: 20 years old

-Wild: 17 years old (117 years old)

-Hyrule: 17 years old

-Legend: 19 years old

-Four:  18 years old 

-Wind: 12 years old

-You: 16 years old

Rating: T

parings: Wild x reader, Hyrule: x reader, Legend x reader, Four x reader ( the rest platonic parings)

tags: # Where the Fairy Song Plays, #Late At Night Where the Fairy Song Plays, #WTFSP rambles, # WTFSP asks, #WTFSP sneakpeaks

Chapter List

Chapter One: The Fool

Chapter Two: The Magician: part one (wip), part two (wip)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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