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Hi I don’t know your guidelines on emergency requests and I really hate asking for cause they feel so pushy but if you have the time/want to could you write some comfort legend x reader? Life has just been beating me while I’m down lately and God I just really need a hug and to be told everything’s gonna be fine. If you don’t want to that’s ok, you can just delete the rq, but if you do, thanks in advance🫶

@ghostyv I am so sorry that things have been so rough! Whatever it is I know you can get through it and that things will eventually get better! But in the meantime, I offer up some Legend for ya! I hope it helps!

Melting Hearts

Pairing: Legend x Reader Warnings: None! But I apologize to those of you who actually enjoy the snow, I'm a desert gal through and through!

Stepping out of the portal, you curse every known god, goddess, and deity known to the kingdom of Hyrule, or whatever other regions the others have ever told stories about.

Icy wind whips around you, thick snowflakes swirling in the air before falling to the ground to join the mounds already stacking up past your ankles. The biting cold is unbearable, sinking straight through your skin to settle deep into your bones as you try to take a few more steps forward, bumping right into Legend who you can hear muttering a string of colorful curses of his own.

“Is everyone through!?” Time shouts above the roaring wind, gesturing to gather around. Everyone huddles together, hands diving deep into bags to reach for any articles of clothing to protect themselves from the unforgiving temperature. Having little to no experience with this type of weather previous to this adventure you were on, you pull out the only thing in your bag that might suffice, a thin, fraying blue cloak, tossing it over your shoulders and fastening it just above your collarbone, stuffing your hair inside of the hood to keep it from whipping you in the face. The snow blowing through the air makes it difficult to see clearly, but you can make out Twilight draping his dark pelt over Wind before he shifts into the fluffy mass that is Wolfie and Wars sharing the length of his oversized scarf with both Four and Hyrule who are tucked under each of his arms. Even Legend relents and lets Wild gift him a pair of trousers to wear, though he continues to complain about it while slipping them on over his pegasus boots.

“I think the Rancher wants us to follow!” Wars says, indicating to Wolfie who was nudging and tugging at the captain's leg, corralling him in the direction of the large mountain looming in the distance.

“He wants us to trek up that? In this!?” Surprisingly, the complaint came from Four who was glaring up at the mountain’s peak in the same scowl he would give a stray cat in Castle Town that came a bit too close to him.

“Oh come Smithy, it doesn't look that bad!” Wild chimed up from beside you. Gone was his blue champion's tunic, replaced by a thick material, fur lined shirt and trousers, he even had a few random feathers now sticking out of his hair. It made you pull your cloak on a bit tighter, tugging the sleeves of your tunic down to try and cover your already stiff hands. Next time you came across a town you would definitely be looking into buying a thick pair of gloves.

“It'll be alright,” Time reassures everyone, even though he clearly doesn't budge like some of the others when a gust of wind whips by, forcing even you to wobble enough to have to grab Wild’s arm to try and keep yourself upright. “Don't wander off and stay close!”

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Time’s instructions to ‘Stay close’ turned out to be much more difficult than you planned once everyone began walking. With the wind on a personal mission to get you knocked over, and the snow blinding your path forward, it was a struggle to keep up with your other more long legged companions. Cleverly using their footprints as a makeshift path to keep up your pace, you had settled towards the middle of the group close to Wild, who quickly ran ahead to join the frontlines once you had all reached the base of the mountain, leaving you mostly on your own; Which you weren’t going to complain about. It meant you could focus all your attention on your feet, trudging through the snow without falling– hopefully. Taking a deep breath, it comes out in a visible puff, floating up towards the cloud covered sky as the path curves up into a slope. A thin layer of slick ice lays beneath, feet threatening to slip out from underneath you at any moment. Your arms stay wrapped around your torso, hands fisting into the rigid fabric of your tunic to try and preserve any warmth while your shoulder hovers the side of the mountain, staying as far away from the path’s edge as possible. Meanwhile, the snow slowly gets deeper and deeper, feet sinking down enough to hide the entirety of your boots with each step.

It was at this point, that you had to take off your hood, the flimsy thing beginning to be too weighed down from the snow’s weight, hanging in front of your eyes enough that had you trip and fall one too many times before simply doing away with it. Only a few minutes later did the tips of your ears start to burn, cracked hands alternating between covering them and keeping the rest of your cloak from blowing away. You looked ahead, squinting through the relentless blizzard to try and spot your companions, the only thing you were able to make out were their general shapes and footprints, now giant holes, in the ground that you struggled to clear your foot over as you stepped between each one. It was exhausting. Your muscles begging for you to stop, to lay down in the untouched snow off to the side, curl up and take a well deserved nap. It was hard to keep yourself going, not when your next step, foot catching on the wall of snow left behind from the deep hole of what was likely Time’s footstep, sent you face first to the ground. Unable to catch yourself since your hands had been practically frozen to your arms.

How long would it take for any of them to notice if you simply stopped? Gave in right here and now to the frozen tundra and simply never got up. Would they even notice? You were fairly certain that you had fallen to the back of the group, most of them having been able to either keep up or gotten more assistance from some of the taller, better dressed members. That thought is what pushed you to try and get back up, panic racing through your mind when all you could seem to do was lift your head up enough to breathe. Gasping loudly, hands grabbed onto your arms, yanking you upwards till you were back up on your feet. Legend stood in front of you, a firm hand still holding onto your arm as he brushed off some of the snow on your shoulders.

“You okay?” It was difficult to hear him above the storm, but you knew that look of concern he got in those violet eyes well, even if it felt misplaced for it to be aimed towards you.

“F-f-fine” You stuttered through a painful shiver. Your now damp clothes stuck to your skin, doing very little to keep out the biting cold that struck like a flock of ice keese. You lift your hands up to your mouth, blowing your breath on them before failing to rub them together, the friction irritating your nerves, so you simply return them back to inside your cloak, staring sheepishly at Legend who is still looking you over closely.

Legend eventually rolls his eyes, letting go of you to fiddling with something for a moment.

“Here,” Legend grabs one of your hands, slipping something smooth onto one of your fingers. “Use this. It should at least prevent your fingers from getting frostbite.”

Looking down at your hand still cupped in Legend’s palms, your middle finger now displays a small, simple golden ring. The tiny red gemstone sat atop glitters like the dying embers of a late night fire. You can already feel the small source of heat coming from it, sighing as it fuses into your fingertips comfortably.

“B-but won't you get cold?”

Legend just shrugs, tossing a look over his shoulder to the others leading the way. His blue hat is practically coated in white, the tip of his nose a bright red along with his cheeks that bring out the color of his eyes. Eyes that are soft and warm, but look just as cold, fed up and exhausted as you are. It draws you in, leaning just a bit closer to him as he rubs his hands over yours, spreading the warmth from your fingers down into your palm.

“You guys alright?” Sky calls out, sneaking up from behind you. Sky’s steps look normal, the snow depth only a mild inconvenience for the taller knight at best as his sailcloth is wrapped around his neck reminiscent of the way Wind likes to wrap himself up in the Captain’s scarf at night. “I can get one of you on my back if the snow is too deep for ya!”

Legend clasps his hand onto yours, immediately turning away from Sky to tug you along behind him. His steps are clunky and unbalanced, struggling to walk around the giant gaps in the ground as much as you had been. But the Vet was stubborn, and would rather show Hyrule the small furry pink form you knew he kept hidden from the others before accepting, let alone asking, for help.

“We're fine you cuckoo. Go use your stupidly long legs to help Wind or the Smithy!” Legend snaps, his tone as cold as the air around you. Sky walks away with a small chuckle, calling out to the others to try and get them to slow down a bit which noticeably make’s Legend scowl, muttering to himself about Sky minding his own business. It makes you chuckle, the company making everything feel just a tad more bearable as you continue on after Sky. You give Legend’s hand a gentle squeeze, the Vet glancing over his shoulder at you, careful not to send the both of you to the ground. The smirk on your trembling lips is mischievous, eyes glinting at the thought of his reaction.

“Did you just admit you're short?” Giggling when Legend’s face furrows into a deeper scowls, the red on his cheeks spreading all the way to his ears. .

“Shut up.”

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Legend, it turned out, was a liar.

He knew that neither of you were fine. Not when the snow had already reached up past his knees, relentlessly pelting against his face to make it near impossible to keep an eye on the others up ahead, who by now were just a random speck of green or blue in the snowy distance. But he kept a firm grip on you, staying right by your side when you struggled to get your leg up to make the next step. Being the Veteran of the group, he should have known to accept Sky’s offer to help. Not for himself of course, but for you. The moment he felt how thin that damn cloak of yours truly was, or the way your pale fingers and lips were practically turning blue from the cold, he should have insisted that you climbed right onto Sky’s back and not taken no for an answer.

But he didn’t. Selfishly, he wanted to be the one to help you out. Maybe it was that damn ‘hero complex’ some of the others had been yapping about, or maybe it was because you seemed to be in the same boat he was, struggling to keep above the snow, ignored by the others who were more focused on the younger and smaller ones of the group. Legend was used to it, being the veteran and all, the others trusted him enough to hold his own, to not need the same help that some of the others did simply because ‘he had seen and done it all’. So when he noticed you beginning to stumble and trip, he kept close, ready to reach out the moment you needed him help.

Legend twisted around, helping you over a particularly icy spot that nearly sent both of you tumbling off the mountain’s edge. His head swiveled back and forth, chewing on his lip nervously when he realized just how far the others had gotten. Once you were steady, he brought one of his hands to his lips, releasing the loudest whistle he could manage with his hands trembling as much as they were. A reassuring squeeze to his other hand and his heart stuttered at the small gesture but was replaced with worry as he looked into your face. Your eyebrows furrowed with worry and lips still quivering.

“I-Its gonna be f-f-fine.”

No matter how many times one of you says it, neither of you are convinced, noticing the lack of response from any of the others. Legend is determined to get out of this alive though, he has faced worse with much less and he was not about to let some frozen water get the better of him. If he had his fire rod, half of his problems would be over by now. But of course, he had lent it to Wars ages ago and kept forgetting to get it back. Trying to reassure you, he interlocks his fingers with yours, his thumb running over your stiff, cracked knuckles as he tucks you into his side. He takes another step, unable to brace against the gust of wind that knocked him straight over, pulling you down along with him as you collide right on top of him, sending snow flying up around you.

“S-sorry”

Legend just groans in response, staying still so you can steady your hands on his chest to push yourself up, putting a bit too much pressure on him than planned. Legend winces, the movement knocking away your balance as it sends you crashing right back down on top of him. Muttering more apologies when you fail to get up again, Legend simply wraps an arm around you, holding you to him tightly as he braces his other hand deep into the snow and sits up.

“Uhhh- We’ve got a problem.” You whisper and Legend’s heart sinks.

There's no sign of the others. Only the white path laid out, fresh snow already covering the other’s footprints.

Legend shoots out another loud whistle, not wanting to shout lest it cause some sort of avalanche that would only make things worse. No response. Another one. Silence.

You both sat there in the snow, curled up on Legend’s lap as he holds you just a bit tighter, tucking your head under his chin. His heart pounded against frozen ribs and muscles, mind running in a million different directions to figure out a plan. This was just like a giant puzzle from one of his dungeons, there was a solution he just had to find it.

But what if there wasn’t? What if Sky had been the only logical solution and he had willingly let it walk away? His chest tightened, ready to snap at the smallest touch of another snowflake. Head spinning as his fingers fisted themselves into your back.

No, he couldn’t allow himself to panic. Now was not the time to panic. He was gonna get the both of you out of this mess if it–

A yelp tore out of his throat when your weight suddenly disappeared. Large hands roughly grabbing the collar of his tunic to yank him up to his feet. Legend had to tilt his head upward to see Time’s face, his one good eye glancing between him and you with an unreadable expression. Sky was just past him, wrapping a thicker blanket around you and rubbing at your shoulders.

“Are you guys okay!?” Sky asked, his voice brimming with concern as he works on warming up your hands next.

“F-f-fine.” Legend lied. “We just fell is all.”

Time crossed his arms over his chest. “One of you should have said something once you started falling behind.” Time scolded, “If it hadn’t been for our Skyloftian who heard your whistle things could have ended badly for the both of you!”

“We did! It’s not our damn fault the rest of you weren’t paying attention!” Legend seethes, clenching his fists by his side so he wouldn’t do something dumb. But it was true, he had tried to get the others' attention ages ago! How the hell was it his fault that no one noticed?

“We can discuss this later,” Sky interjected, bending down so that you could wrap your arms around his neck. He grabbed just beneath your knees, hoisting you up onto his back high. Something squirmed inside Legend’s stomach at watching the way you clung to the other hero, snuggling into Sky’s back as the blanket he had given you now wrapped around the two of you. “Let's focus on getting out of this storm for now!”

Crossing his arms firmly over his chest, Legend scowled down at the damn snow covering his legs, more clinging to the bottom of his red tunic. Time’s hand came into view, waiting for Legend to grab hold of it. Huffing, he grabbed the hand, quickly climbing onto Time’s back. He took one more glance at you, feeling colder than he had the whole day.

_______

Legend eyed you through the flames of the fire set in the middle of camp, noticing every shiver that courses through you with careful consideration. They had been here for well over a day by now, the storm only letting up a few hours ago, giving them enough time to get wood for a proper fire and rest their cold, aching muscles. The sky remained dark and cloudy, threatening the return of another blizzard at any moment. Both Wild and Twilight seemed to be certain that it wouldn’t start up again, not till maybe later tonight but most everyone, Legend especially, was skeptical.

Even without the snow, the temperature was well below freezing at any given point in time. Which is why he was currently sitting by the fire, convincing himself to look anywhere else but at you while some of the others distract themselves in a variety of ways. To his right, Wild and Sky were building some sort of fort in the snow with Wind, who was still wearing Twilight’s wolf pelt, piling up snowballs in one of the corners. To his left, Wars, Hyrule, and Wolfie have clustered together, keeping warm and having quiet conversations that Legend could honestly care less about. He never understood how the others were so okay in the snowy mountain tops, although at least Wars was openly just as miserable as he was with the way the Captain clung to Wolfie to try and get warm.

You were the only other one sitting close to the fire, your quivering lips still pale, red eyes that match the apples of your cheeks cast downward as you repeatedly wiped at them with the sleeve of your shirt. The cloak wrapped around your shoulders is thin, too thin in Legends opinion as you shiver again a bit too violently.

He looked away again, telling himself that if you needed help you would just say so. There was no reason he needed to go and stick his nose where it didn't belong again. Not when he hadn’t been able to help you in the first place, when it had really mattered.

Brushing off his worries, Legend scoots closer to the fire, the flames flicking at his achy joints. Rubbing his hands together, he can feel the spot where his missing ring is supposed to be, the now bare skin feeling odd as he has to remind himself it's not lost but simple somewhere else. It's what brings his attention back to you, making sure he can still see the small red ring displayed openly on your finger, and definitely not because he noticed you shivering–again. Because he didn't care. Everyone was shivering. You were no different.

Shoving his hands under his arms, Legend tried to find something else to focus on. Filtering through a few options, he thinks through his rings first, thinking if any of them could be of use. But the only one he could think of is the one currently on your hand, the same hand he had been finally holding, your chilled fingers warming his skin more than that stupid ring ever had. His eyes flicked back up to you for just a moment, long enough to catch you wiping at your eyes once more with a short sniffle before you hover your hands just beyond the flames reach. Were your hands still cold? Was the ring not helping? Had he seriously failed to help you again?

No wonder you looked so miserable. Not that Legend cared, everyone was miserable. This whole place was miserable.

But what if it wasn’t?

An idea popped into Legend’s head. A dumb idea if he was honest. But his head began to swivel, checking to see if any of the others were really paying attention. He could easily slip away; he was positive about that. He already knew the perfect spot to go to as well, having stumbled upon it this morning during a perimeter check.

No. It was just a dumb idea to make himself feel better. He was just feeling guilty about what happened the other day. And why should he feel bad about it? He had tried to help; He hadn’t done a very good job of it but it was more than the others had done until Sky and the Old Man showed up. But watching you climb onto Sky’s back, looking like you belonged there instead of by his side, the guilt of letting you down stabbing him through his chest like a knight’s spear, it had been eating at him, festering more and more as he stood aside and had to let the others take over what should have been his responsibility.

He needed to make it up to you.

Legend got to his feet, casually making his way over to where everyone’s stuff was being kept in a giant pile. First he grabbed his own gear, making it look like he was just looking for something, or about to do some maintenance on his shield, now slung on his back. Next he dug his arm into the Captain’s bag, his fingers finding the fire rod easily as he slips it out and tucks it under his arm; There was no way he would make that mistake of leaving it behind again. Checking around once more, no one had noticed him, or was staring at him with questioning eyes. He glanced over to you, still sat alone by the fire, chin resting on top of your knees as you fiddled with his ring. Hesitating for just a moment, he strolled over to you, and stuck out his hand quietly. You stared at his outstretched hand, following it up till your eyes met his curiously.

“Need something?”

“Come on,” he whispers, throwing a thumb over his shoulder. “Let’s get outta here.”

You don't get up, or take his hand. Just continuing to sit there, tilting your head to the side and staring at him like he had just sprouted long furry ears and tail. “And go where exactly?”

Legend rolls his eyes, trying not to chicken out as he leans down and grabs your hand, giving it a small tug. “Just come on! We’ll be back before it gets dark.”

Sighing, you pull yourself up, letting him lead you away from camp. Neither of you talk, focused on your surroundings to make sure monsters, or the weather, was going to jump out at you. It only takes a few minutes to reach the destination Legend had in mind and it's exactly as he had hoped it would be. The air is still unbearably cold, but the sky is a bit lighter, the snow soft and untouched as it slopes down a tall hill. There's a few trees scattered about, large chunks of ice that were almost as tall as Legend hanging from some of the branches. Scanning around to make sure it was safe Legend finally dropped your hand, not realizing he had been holding it the whole time.

Kneeling down to open his bag, he watches you out of the corner of his eyes, looking around a bit nervously. His heart skips a beat when you fidget with the ring on your finger, pulling it close to your chest like a prized possession when you peer down over the hill. He may have failed you the other day, but he was going to make up for it if it killed him. Pulling out your shield from his bag, he held it up in the air next to his with a smirk on his face.

“Ready?”

You whip around, eyes wide as you notice your shield in his grasp. “Ready for wha- When did you get that?”

Legend shrugged playfully, tossing it over to you which you thankfully caught. Stepping up towards the hill’s summit, waving you over so you were right next to him.

“Are you going to explain what we’re doing out here?” You ask, your voice lighter than its been for a while. It made Legend smile faintly, confirming his plan was already working, if only a little bit.

“We-” He announced with a bit of flare “are going sledding!”

“Sledding?” You asked flatly.

Shit. He hadn’t considered if this was something you didn’t enjoy.

“What's that?”

Legend dropped his shield. “You’ve never been sledding? Seriously?”

It was your turn to shrug now. “We don't really get snow in my era..”

Legend stepped a bit closer, restraining himself from reaching out for your hand again. “Well, we are going to change that.” He grabbed your shield, plopping it down onto the powdery snow at your feet and pointed straight at it with a straight face. “Sit.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms over your chest. Legend groaned, “Ughh please?”

With a small smile you complied, sitting cross legged on top of your shield. Legend snatched his own shield, putting it right next to yours, mimicking your position with his legs crossed in front of him. You looked over at him, anticipation glinting in your eyes.

“Now what?”

Legend smirked, grabbing the rim of your shield and tugging it to the hill’s curve so it tethered over the edge.

“Hold on tight.”

Legend shoved you forward, watching the white cloud of snow blow into the air as you slid down the side of the hill with a light scream. He kicked off the ground himself, following after you. Slamming a hand down on his cap, he raced down the hill. The wind blowing around him as he could hear your scream turn to laughter. Coasting to a stop at the bottom, you jump up, a large smile on your face as you run over to Legend.

“That was awesome!” You cheer, bouncing up and down on the thinned path left by your shield. “Can we go again?”

Legend chuckled, relieved that you enjoyed yourself. “Sure, on one condition.” He teases, grabbing his shield. You tilt your head and Legend has to actively hold back his own laughter.

“Race ya to the top!” He takes off, sprinting up the hill as fast as he can. He can hear you shouting at him, calling him every name you can think of while chasing after him, some of the more colorful insults making him thank Hylia that none of the others were here to listen. Getting to the top he leans over, resting his hands on his knees as he gasps for breaths.

“You cheater!”

Pushed face down into the snow, Legend laughs at the way you yell at him, insisting for a rematch.

“I’ll gladly kick your ass more if you!” Taunting you as he picks himself back up. “First one to the bottom wins?”

“Oh you are sooo on, bunny boy!”

Oh now it was on.

“Ready?” Readingly your shields, you both step close to the edge once more.

“Set?” You say simultaneously.

“Go!”

Launching forward, the both of you race back down the hill, Legend leaning forward as he begins to take the lead. Mimicking his actions, you speed up, catch up just in time to hit the bottom of the hill. Throwing your feet into the snow to slow you down, you jump up and cheer.

“Ha! I won!”

“No way!” Legend challenged, marching up to you. “There is no way you beat me. I got here ages before you!”

“Awww I didn’t realize the great Hero of Legend was such a sore loser!”

You put your hand on his face as if to console him, a fake pout on your lips as you leaned in closely. Legend’s brain stuttered at your actions, heart racing at the unexpected proximity.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you win next time.” You tease, bopping him on the nose before slipping away to leave Legend standing there dumbfounded. Recovering quickly, cheeks burning a bright pink which he will blame on the cold till the day Hylia finally lets him rest, he grabs his shield once more, jogging over to where you have already started ascending back up the hill.

“Not a chance!”

__________

Sat in the snow, Legend watches as the snowflakes begin to fall from the clouds above. Not like the blizzard they had been tossed into earlier, this was soft and gentle; Like a cuckoo’s feather drifting in a breeze. Puffs of warm air surrounded him from both of your ragged breathing, circling around you in a content bubble that the cold couldn’t seem to penetrate through, though Legend was sure it was trying its hardest. The last few hours had been a whirl of snow, laughs, races and fun. How often in his time as a hero did he get to just have fun like this? Definitely more since meeting the chain, but none of that seemed to compare when it was you by his side.

Shoulder’s pressed together, Legend held the fire rod up a little higher, letting the heat come a bit closer up to your face. He couldn’t stop looking your way. How your muscles had all relaxed, eyelids slipped shut as you tilted your head backward to stare up at the still cloudy sky. Snowflakes kissed the tip of your nose and cheeks, melting into the pink tinted skin smoothly. Hylia, Legend never would have thought he would be jealous of literal water.

He looked upwards as well, noticing the brewing storm that it was inevitably time to head back to camp. It was a miracle that none of the others had found them by now, though since it wasn’t dark or currently a blizzard, and he wasn’t the only one missing, they likely would only start getting worried once the sun started going down. Which was right about now.

“We should head back. No need for them to come and send the Rancher after us.” He says but makes no movement to get up quite yet.

You hummed in acknowledgement, sitting up a bit straighter as you opened your eyes. There was a reserved expression on your face, one that Legend couldn’t tell if it was a bad thing or not.

“Can..” You started, fidgeting with the ring again. Legend was getting more and more accepting of the fact that he would never ask to get that ring back. “Can we do it again? Just one more time?” You asked sweetly. No hints of teasing or a challenge in your voice, just genuine hope. “Then we can head back?”

Legend nodded, grabbing both of your shields. You reached out to grab his wrist, pushing the shields back down. “Actually I was hoping we could use that!”

Following the direction of where you were pointing to one of the lone, nearby trees. One with the large chunk of ice barely hanging onto the branch it was still connected to.

“Why?” Legend asked, already getting up to go and fetch it. It was surprisingly heavy, which meant it probably wouldn’t shatter from simply going down a hill though it wouldn’t take much more than that before turning into fragments. Pushing it along the ground he readied it in the same way he had your shield the first time you went down, gesturing for you to sit.

“I was hoping we could try and go together.”

Legend’s mind went blank for several seconds, staring at you looking up at him hopefully. That hope slowly dimming when he didn’t respond.

“But we don't have to!” You quickly stammered out, waving your hands around to dismiss the idea. “We can just-”

“N-no! It's fine!” Legend finally said, kicking his brain back into action. “It's fine, we can go together.” The smile on your face alone was worth the intense awkwardness now consuming his whole being. Legend sat down first, the icy seat not as cold as expected but that might also be the fact that Legend felt unusually warm as he sat there, trying to leave as much room as possible for you. Once he was settled, Legend gestured for you to join. You sat in front, sandwiched between his legs with your back pressed squarely against his chest that sent his heart racing faster than his pegasus boots.

“Good?”

You nodded, pressing further against his chest. For Nayru’s sake he hoped you couldn’t hear his heartbeat right now. Hands on either side, he pushed against the ground, shoving you both forward to spiral down the hill for the last time. Arms wrap around your waist, holding you close as you fly through the air and snow. Your laughter ringing in his ears, Legend can’t seem to get enough of it. Even after listening to it over and over again for the past few hours it brings a smile to his lips, the guilt of letting you down, lightening with every squeal and chuckle that leaves your mouth.

Slowing to a smooth stop, neither of you get up right away, not wanting to disturb the moment. Legend is eventually the one to break it, slowly unwrapping his arms from your waist to hang at his sides.

“We should get back now” He whispers, rubbing the back of his neck. Reversing the way you had gotten on, you stood up first, offering your hand to Legend to help pull him up to his feet. Your fingers easily stay connected with his, hooked together as you smile up at him.

“Thank you Link.” You whisper. “I really appreciated this.”

Leaning up on the tips of your toes, you kiss Legend on the cheek, just a small peck that has Legend’s whole face turning redder than his tunic. Pouting, he pretends to wipe off the side of his face, unable to look you in the eyes.

“Don’t make it such a big deal.” He mutters, interlacing his fingers with yours till your palms are pressed against each other. “Let’s just get going.”

Much like the trek here, the way back to camp is quiet, your hand more intentionally in Legend’s until you can see the small line of smoke from where Wild is hopefully now done with dinner. Dropping your hand the minute the others come into view, you both walk into camp where everyone has now gathered around the fire holding steaming cups in their hands.

“There you two are!” Wind shouts out. “You two have been gone for ages!”

Some of the others smirk at Wind’s comment, a few giving Legend a questioning look or two which the Vet promptly ignores.

“Wild made some hot chocolate! You should have some” Hyrule says, passing a freshly filled cup over to Legend who is now sat beside him. He takes a sip, feeling the warm liquid fall down to warm his very soul. He hadn’t realized how cold he was till now, coated in snow that now was obviously soaking into his tunic. Maybe he could use his fire rod to get it dry before the storm hit.

A blanket is tossed over his shoulder with a quiet ‘Here’, your voice chimed out, plopping down on his other side. An elbow nudged against his ribs and Legend swatted at Hyrule who was failing to suppress a cackle. Muttering a small ‘thanks’ Legend accepts the blanket, but tosses part of it over you as well. It forces you to scoot closer, shoulder pressed against his comfortably as he takes another sip of his drink. He always did prefer a cup of warm apple cider, but that didn’t matter when the warmth was spread through him, the blanket a comforting weight, and you were still at his side.

Chatter circled around him, the others talking about all the different things that had been up to while they pestered the two of you with questions. Legend just smirked, vaguely answering questions without giving away any sort of details. You know, like normal. A weight eventually presses down on top of his shoulder, your head perched right on top and Legend forces himself not to grin. Not even the snicker from Hyrule and Twilight could dampen his mood right now, going so far as to lean his head right on top of yours, enjoying the warmth for a little while longer.

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fourstarsoutofnine · 13 days ago

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To Get Away

Chapter 5: Opening up.

Hey! I’m back with another chapter! Yippee!!

Warnings: Consistent format? Who is she? We don’t know her. NOT BETA READ: we die like y/n almost did.

Notes: should I start cross posting on ao3????🧐sound off in the replies

Later in the night when everyone went out to eat or cook with the champion, you laid awake, thinking. What happened? What happened with the others while you were unconscious? What happened to the vet?

The old man came in with a bowl of food.

“Hey.” He held an easy smile. “How’re you? Do you need anymore potions?”

“It’s okay. Im aching, but… I’m alive.” You smiled back. “So, good.”

“Good.” He held the bowl out to you and you took it, thanking him. You looked down at your food for a moment before looking back up at him

“…can I ask you a question?” You asked

“Of course.” He nodded.

You looked back down, avoiding eye contact. “What happened while I was out..? Everyone seemed so on edge—and rightfully so, but…” you thought for a moment, not sure if you should say this. “…I thought you guys wanted to leave me here… I figured you all wanted rid of me…”

The old man sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Of course that’s what—y/n, that’s never what we wanted. At all.”

“But the vet—“

“Not even him. That’s not what the veteran wanted either. None of us wanted rid of you. I assume you left after you heard what he said, but you didn’t hear the rest. Every single one of us detested the idea… the veteran’s a jaded young man. He was one of the main reasons you lived—but that’s not my business to tell… he’ll let you know what happened in his own time, I’m sure..”

“There’s nothing you can tell me..? Why did he save me after saying what he did?”

“Again, you’ll have to let him tell you that himself.” He smiled again. “He’ll open up when he’s ready. Eat up and get some rest.” The old man brushed your hair back. “You need it.”

You smiled gently, reveling in the fatherly affection before he left you be, leaving the room. You ate and sat the bowl aside, lying back and closing your eyes.

After a little bit, the vet walked into your shared room. You’d been nearly asleep before he walked in, but the sound woke you. You sat up, wincing. You were healed, sure, but you were still hurting. He turned to shut the door, unclicking his belt and laying it over the chair that sat by the door.

“Vet..?” You yawned

He froze. “Uh… hey. Sorry to wake you.” He turned to look at you.

“You’re fine.” You rubbed your eyes then wrapped your arms around your body. Your muscles were aching.

“How are you feeling..?” He asked timidly. He was never outright mean to your face, but… now he seemed to be much more gentle with you. “That was… really rough…”

“I’m okay..” you smiled softly. “..the old man told me you saved me… I can’t thank you enough. I’m alive because of you—“

“Please… don’t thank me… I’m the reason you got hurt, the reason you almost died—you have no reason to thank me… I was just making up for… how awful I’ve been… I’m sorry… you didn’t deserve that. I’ve been too hard on you, y/n. I don’t know how to make it all up to you—or if I ever can…”

You looked for something to say, but everything died on your tongue, so you stayed quiet. He looked like he wanted to continue speaking, anyway.

“You don’t know why you’re here—how you got here, what even happened… all you want is to get home. I shouldn’t’ve been so cold, or said what I said to make you run off.”

“Vet—Link..” he shuddered when you said his name, but that wasn’t something you caught. “I’s alright. I understand… I can’t imagine all you’ve been through to have made you so guarded… whatever it was, I’m so sorry you had to experience it.” You crawled out of bed and stepped towards him. He almost backed up. You gently took his hands, so scarred and calloused from the many treacherous adventures he’d been on in the past, the very ones you apologized for him having experienced, and held them securely in your own. His hands closed around yours and he looked at you with an expression softer than you’d ever seen on him.

“Even if you say I shouldn’t thank you for saving me, I’m going to. You have more than made up for your harshness. You’re a hero, you’ve saved countless lives, so saving one more must be like adding yet another piece of straw into a haystack, but to me—“ you laughed at the absurdity of it all. “I mean, obviously it’s a big deal, it’s my life—but..” you thought for a moment before leaning forward and kissing his cheek. His face and ears bloomed a peachy color, as if Hylia herself took a paintbrush to him, from his ears all the way down into his neck. You smiled. “I truly can’t thank you enough, Link.. I—“

He cut you off with a tight hug. To say the veteran was a cynical man would be an understatement. He was a hero, sure, and wore the title with a fair amount of pride, but there was also a fair amount of self doubt and dislike. In his eyes he didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve your respect and thanks and forgiveness, or the soft feeling of your hands in his, and certainly not the gentle feeling of your lips on his cheek. That tiniest peck of a kiss had become such a grand gesture to him.

He let you go, hands on your shoulders as he pulled away to look at you. He studied you for a moment, taking your features in before speaking. “Thank you… for forgiving me, and… yeah.”

You smiled sympathetically. It was clear he wasn’t very skilled at things like this. “Of course… let’s go on to bed, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He huffed a soft laugh, nodding. “Yeah, that’d be nice… it’s been a long few days…”

The two of you went off to bed, now closer than you’d been before. There was an unspoken trust, a bond between you two that wasn’t previously there. You were glad for that, and he wouldn’t admit it out loud yet, but he was too.

You drifted off, thinking about where your new friendship—or at the very least, tolerance—lead. Would you become closer, or would this be a relationship akin to coworkers standing around making small talk in the elevator or in the break room every morning? Would you two laugh together in the coming days, playfully shoving each other after bad jokes, or only exchange passing words from time to time? You prayed to the goddesses for the former.

The veteran drifted off listening to the gentle sound of his and your breathing, the quiet ticking of the clock on the wall, and creaks in the floorboards from passing people—all while trying to quiet down his own thoughts. You’d kissed him. On the cheek, of course, but a kiss nonetheless. Just a simple gesture he’d blown out of proportion—that’s what he was telling himself. That’s all it was. Just a thank you. He needed to slow down, needed to stop this, right this instant. This was ridiculous—unbecoming! He wouldn’t love again. Not now. Not when things could be ripped from him all over again. That was a sickening thought. He wouldn’t let himself do this again. Even if you were kind. Even if you were beautiful, and gentle. Even if flowers seemed to bloom and get brighter with every step you took. He would not let himself fall again.

But you were breaking down his walls, at the very least.