#Hyrule Answers

[theegh0st]

you draw with so much love! especially how you draw the downfall

thank you anon!

[plotting-your-downfall-duo]

OH MY GOSH!!! Thank you for doing this!! These are so on point! I wanted to add so many songs (a lot of them you listed lol) but I limited myself to two because otherwise they would each have like 10.

And 70s Music is accepted and cherished in this household.

-Mod Hyrule 🧚‍♂️💚

The Chain as 80s Power Ballads

Listen man, I can’t really explain my thought process on this one. Sometimes it’s the lyrics really fitting a plot, sometimes I can hear them scream singing along in the car, 90% of it is just vibes fitting like a jigsaw puzzle

Anyways enjoy

-Mod Hyrule 🧚‍♂️💚

Time:

More Than a Feeling- Boston

Time After Time- Cyndi Lauper

Wars:

Everybody Wants to Rule the World- Tears for Fears

Holding Out For a Hero- Bonnie Tyler

Twi:

Total Eclipse of the Heart- Bonnie Tyler

Wanted Dead or Alive-Bon Jovi

Sky:

Danger Zone- Kenny Loggins

Uptown Girl- Billy Joel

Wild:

I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For- U2

Under Pressure- Queen and David Bowie

Legend:

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of These)- Eurythmics

Material Girl-Madonna

Hyrule:

Africa- Toto

Eye of the Tiger- Surviver

Four:

True Colors- Cyndi Lauper

We Built This City- Starships

Wind:

Jump- Van Halen

Ride Like the Wind- Christopher Cross

BONUS

Dark Link:

Black- AC/DC

Bad- Michael Jackson

[gliphyartfan]

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

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

Anywho~ let’s begin!

——-

The battle had been dragging on too long.

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

Something wasn’t right.

Then they heard it.

A scream.

(Y/n)’s scream.

Wild and Legend ran.

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

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

Please be safe.

Please be okay.

Please—

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

The camp was in sight.

It was wrecked.

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

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

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

Huge. Breathing heavy. Sword dripping red.

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

They were there.

Collapsed. Motionless.

Blood pooling beneath them.

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

Wide. Unmoving.

No.

No.

No, no, no, NO—

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

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

And he was going to tear this one apart.

Legend barely noticed.

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

Too much blood.

Too deep.

Too still.

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

No response.

Their chest wasn’t moving.

He wasn’t losing them.

He wasn’t.

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

As if he could stop them from slipping away.

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

But Legend didn’t look up.

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

And those unseeing eyes.

——-

——

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

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

Then they reached the camp.

And the world stopped.

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

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

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

And then there was (y/n).

Still. Too still.

The blood around them was so much.

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

Hyrule was the first to move.

A single step. Then another.

Then he was running.

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

The magic flared.

Then sputtered.

Didn’t take.

His breath hitched.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please…” he whispered.

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

They couldn’t lose them.

They…they simply couldn’t.

—-

—-

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

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

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

Like he was a child again.

Like he was powerless.

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

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

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

He had survived all of it.

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

His hands clenched at his sides, trembling.

No.

No, this wasn’t happening.

This couldn’t be happening.

They were supposed to be safe.

He had watched over them, he had promised.

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

It wasn’t supposed to be them.

He should have been faster.

Should have been stronger.

Should have-

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

His stomach twisted violently, bile rising in his throat.

He couldn’t do this again.

Not another person. Not them.

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

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

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

And yet—

They weren’t moving.

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

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

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

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

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

He couldn’t afford to break down.

Not now.

Not here.

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

Time barely noticed when his hands started to shake.

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

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

His hand brushed against something within one of his pouches.

Smooth. Familiar.

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

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

This was his.

This was a power he desperately needed.

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

To undo.

To change.

His breath came faster, harsher.

What if he could undo this?

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

He could fix this.

He could make it right.

He could bring them back.

His heartbeat pounded so loud it drowned out everything else.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Twilight barely heard him.

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

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

He couldn’t say it.

Couldn’t say the word.

Because if he said it, it would be real.

And he didn’t want it to be real.

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

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

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

“Twilight.”

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

It only made Twilight’s breathing worse.

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

A beat of silence.

Then—

Time exhaled and looked properly at Twilight.

And Twilight froze.

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

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

Not human.

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

Time’s voice didn’t waver.

“I will fix this.”

The words settled over them like a death sentence.

Final. Unwavering.

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

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

Then—

“How can you fix THIS?”

Legend.

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

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

And he was staring at Time.

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

Time’s grip on the ocarina never wavered.

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

Then—

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

“..The Song of Time.”

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

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

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

Because they knew what that meant.

Time’s fingers tightened around the ocarina.

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

Time said nothing. He just looked at him.

And that was enough.

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

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

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

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

But Time still didn’t waver.

“I will fix this.” He said it again.

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

But he didn’t.

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

He swallowed hard. “Will it work?”

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

And that was it.

That was all he said.

That shouldn’t have been enough.

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

It made the air heavy.

It made belief an inevitability.

Sky’s breath hitched. “But—”

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

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

Time’s gaze flicked to him.

Then to Wind.

Then to Warriors.

To Twilight.

To everyone.

“It will.”

Like this wasn’t a question.

Like it was already decided.

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

Time didn’t answer.

Because he wasn’t.

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

Not when it came to (y/n).

Never when it came to that one person.

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

“I do.”

Twilight flinched.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t forceful.

But it was final.

It was a fact.

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

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

This would work.

Because it had to.

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

Time didn’t wait for another argument.

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

He just pressed the ocarina to his lips and played.

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

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

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

All that mattered was the song.

All that mattered was fixing this.

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

And he knew this feeling.

Had lived this feeling.

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

But the others-

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

But Time didn’t focus on them.

Didn’t let himself get distracted.

Because there was only the song.

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

He felt the moment it worked.

The moment the world clicked back into place.

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

He exhaled.

And opened his eyes.

For a long moment, no one spoke.

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

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

The camp was… whole.

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

No… (y/n) lying broken on the ground.

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

He knew it would work.

The others, though…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That (y/n) had been-

Time exhaled slowly.

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

He didn’t need to say why.

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

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

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

Still safe.

Still alive.

For a long, long moment, no one moved.

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

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

It was too much.

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

They couldn’t go through that again.

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

And then—

Soft murmurs. A sleepy sigh. Rustling blankets.

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

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

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

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

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

They yawned. “You guys okay?”

No one answered.

Because no one could breathe.

It was Hyrule who moved first.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like they’d just come back from a war.

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

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

No one answered right away.

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

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

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

It worked.

——

——

It took a while for things to settle down.

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

And not in the usual overprotective way.

This was different.

It was desperate.

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

Time made the call.

They weren’t staying here.

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

So they packed up and left.

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

And still, the paranoia remained.

No one relaxed.

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

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

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

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

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

But instead, it was Time.

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

(Y/n) sat up, eyebrows raising.

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

Time didn’t answer right away.

He just looked at them.

Really looked at them.

Like he was memorizing them all over again.

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

“… Time?”

Time sat down next to them without a word.

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

He was silent.

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

This was heavy.

Thick.

Suffocating.

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

They hesitated.

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

Still, he didn’t speak.

Didn’t even move.

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

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

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

Finally, Time exhaled, slow and steady.

“…Something happened.”

(Y/n) perked up a little. “Yeah?”

Time nodded.

“I fixed it.”

(Y/n) blinked.

“…What?”

Another pause.

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

“Fixed what? What—”

“Don’t.”

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

It wasn’t a command.

It wasn’t an order.

It was a plea.

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

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

(Y/n) stared.

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

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

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

Something was wrong.

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

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

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

“…Was it that bad?”

Time inhaled sharply.

His fingers twitched.

His mind flickered back-

The torn camp.

The blood.

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

Time closed his eye.

“…Yes.”

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

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

For a moment, there was nothing.

Time sat stiffly beneath their hold, unresponsive.

Then his shoulders shook.

A breath hitched.

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

(Y/n) held him tighter.

They didn’t understand what happened.

They didn’t know what Time had done.

But whatever it was…

It had hurt him. Hurt them all. badly.

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

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

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

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

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

“I won’t ask again.” they murmured.

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

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

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

A weak chuckle left Time, his voice rough.

“I think…Wild handled that part.”

(Y/n) huffed a laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Would you… stay?”

Time blinked.

Then, slowly, he nodded.

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

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

“…Good.”

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

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

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

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

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

It took no time at all for him to sleep.

[playedwright]

please do 4 or 28 or 36 for buddie my beautiful stunning wife 💕 whichever you like 😘

YIPPEE YIPPEE thank u my love<3 bc i am crazy i somehow managed to work all prompts in. don't ask me how my brain is lava now.

4. "How long do we have?" + 28. "Is that a threat?" 36. "I wasn't going to mention it."

"So," Eddie says, settling into the couch. Buck's face is beaming at him from his phone screen--he looks nice, in the way he has in most of their calls recently, wearing a hoodie and an apron because he calls Eddie when he cooks, and Eddie loves it. He loves it. He loves--

"So?" Buck prods. He's making some fancy dessert, tarte au chocolat, he'd told Eddie, saying the words slowly to keep from messing up. Maddie's pregnancy is bringing chocolate cravings this time around, he'd said, and she had finally worn him down into making something for her.

"So," continues Eddie, "you're making Maddie a French dessert because she's craving chocolate. What's wrong with good old-fashioned chocolate cake?"

Buck laughs a little, shaking his head. There's a small streak of melted chocolate on his cheek, so faint Eddie can barely see it through the camera. For some reason Eddie can't make sense of, it's all he can focus on. "I owe her something big. I've been, uh... ignoring her, kind of. Dodging something she keeps trying to bring up. But as she not so subtly pointed out, I've been the asshole ignoring his pregnant sister. So, fancy French dessert to make up for it."

Eddie hums. In the past couple of weeks that he's been gone, that he's spent calling Buck every day, he's grown used to watching Buck cook. Watching him measure ingredients carefully when he's baking, or substituting when he's cooking, watching him mouth along to the recipe as he double checks that he's got it right, watching the way he lights up as it all comes together. He thinks he could spend the rest of his life watching Buck cook and never grow tired of it.

"What were you ignoring?" he asks.

Buck seems focused on the eggs he cracks into a bowl. "Hm?"

"Maddie. What's the subject you kept trying to avoid?"

Eddie and Buck worked side by side for years--so close that Eddie grew to know what every push and pull of Buck's movements meant. So he knows, by the way Buck's face goes carefully blank, by the way his eyes tighten as he refuses to look away from the bowl, by the way his hands move a little too quickly for someone who has been taking his time up until this point.

"Oh," Buck says, voice light. Eddie's still staring at that damn streak of chocolate on his cheek, wanting suddenly--shockingly--to press his lips there to taste. "It was nothing."

"Buck, c'mon, clearly it wasn't nothing. You know you can tell me anything. Don't make me fly out there and force it out of you."

The laugh that bursts out of Buck sounds almost strangled, surprising Eddie. "Is that a threat?"

Eddie shrugs. "If it needs to be."

"Jeez, don't waste your money," Buck mutters. "It's really not that big of a deal. It's just--look, a few weeks ago, I saw Tommy again. Don't--don't make that face. The point is, he kind of... implied that I have feelings for you. And when I told Maddie about it, she took that as her invitation to talk it to death. I told her there wasn't anything to talk about."

Eddie--

He thinks he blue-screens. He doesn't really know how else to describe it, except that one second his systems are running as normal and then the next someone has force-quit the entire thing. He's not even sure he's blinking.

Because--

"Did we lose connection?" Buck says, laughing nervously. "Eddie--"

"Feelings for me?" Eddie blurts out. "You--"

"No," Buck interrupts quickly. Too quickly. Eddie thinks he might be having a heart attack. His face is numb. "No, it's not--no, Eddie, it's just that, we're close, and Tommy was threatened by that, or something. And you know how Maddie gets, once she gets an idea in her head it's impossible to get out. So it's just. Like I said, it's nothing."

"It's not nothing," Eddie says a little hysterically. "Do you...?"

Buck hesitates for just a second too long.

And that--

After years of system reboots and struggling to feel normal and never really feeling like he knew himself, everything comes back online. Every stray wire connects.

Buck has feelings for him.

And Eddie--Eddie has been in love with him for years.

"I wasn't going to mention it," Buck murmurs. His ears are pink, and he shifts his weight from foot to foot, and he's one of the most beautiful things Eddie has ever seen.

"Buck," Eddie breathes.

"Don't," whispers Buck, eyes downcast. Eddie wants to be there with him, wants to cradle Buck's face in his hands, wishes he could look him in the eye as they talk about this. He wants, desperately, to kiss the chocolate off of Buck's cheek. "It's fine, Eddie. You don't have to say anything."

"Buck," Eddie says insistently. "Mention it, baby. Never stop mentioning it. Say it so I can tell you that I feel the same."

Buck blinks in shock. There's a bowl in front of him, with a dessert he's still in the middle of making for his sister, and there's eight hundred and sixteen miles between them, and Eddie loves him. A forever kind of love. He can't believe that five minutes ago, he didn't even know it existed.

"You--" Buck starts. His jaw works slowly as he processes.

"We aren't going to tell each other for the first time over FaceTime," Eddie decides, and in that moment he starts wondering how quickly he can pack a bag for him and Chris and get them to the airport for a weekend trip. Or, he thinks a little crazily, spring break. It's soon enough. "Because I'm flying out to see you, and I'm gonna say it then, but--Buck. Please, just. Mention it, okay?"

Buck's smiling from ear to ear. Beaming, really, so bright it's glowing through the screen, and Eddie loves him and loves him and loves him. All he says is, "Okay," and then Eddie knows his returning grin is just as bright.

"When Chris gets home, we're gonna look at flights," Eddie tells him, a little hysterical with how giddy he suddenly feels. "I'll text you all the details. He should be home soon."

"Okay," Buck says again. His eyes light up. "What about until then?"

"What do you mean?"

Buck steps back from the camera a bit, giving himself space to put the dessert in the oven. Eddie had almost forgotten that's what he'd been doing at all. When he's done, he leans against the island and puts a hand on his belt. There's a smirk on his face that sends a rush of want right down Eddie's spine. "I mean, this dessert has to bake for a while. And Christopher isn't home. What should we do until then?"

Eddie is powerless to do anything else. He swallows and says thickly, quietly, "How long do we have?"

[luna-loveboop]

Helloooo!

This is with the age polls as a kind of bonus. I don't consider it as relevant as the ones over age, but I've seen a lot discussing it lately so why not :)

*psst* hey your thoughts are ok even if they contradict others, share them, your opinion matters /gen

Here's some stuff from Lu that seems to apply on these two's ages:

Legend and Hyrule are both grouped into the 'older teen' category along with Sky and Wild. I've seen several (like twenty one) say they think the list in categories is in direct descending order, which would put Legend over Hyrule slightly. Recently Hyrule has seemed more emotionally mature than Legend (latest update is Crescent Flame), since Time put them together knowing Hyrule was best to be paired with Legend because of the overall stress rn. At the same time, Legend has a ton more experience and Hyrule listens to him when he steps up- even though Legend 'chooses not to be the leader type'. Legend is described as being mature for his age while young at heart, and Hyrule is Legends successor in their timeline. Lots to think about. Also art by Jojo @linkeduniverse :D

Legend

Hyrule

masterpollst⛓️

[legendofmorons]

Please consider: one of the boys gets stranded from the group and promptly ambushed. As he was left alone, he wasn’t able to protect himself to the best of his abilities and the others are no where to be seen. Out of the blue, Reader, who he has never met before, begins beating the snot out of that poor offending monster. Turns out, they are a traveler of some variety who got roped into this adventure by one strange looking shadow.

How would the boys react to being protected by someone they have never met before, someone who seems altruistic in their intent?

I love your writing and I would be interested to see who you think would have the most interesting response to this. Please remember that you are appreciated and loved for all that you do. You create masterpieces with your words, and for that, we are grateful.

-VS

Chain is stranded, reader saves them

This is such a GOOD concept!! If anyone wanted a fic I'd be happy to do one.

Content under the cut, boys are in alphabetical order. (Slowly catching up, but I am tentatively back.)

Four

He's probably just greatful for the assist.

Maybe a little curious about where you came from but he'll ask questions later.

If he can he tries to help ypu right back

He'll thank you after and offer to help you back to your home/town

Would probably check you for injuries he could see

Overall he's both a little confused and very grateful

Hyrule

He's thanking you the moment you start to help

His world is fairly sparse, so any aid is appreciated

If he can, after the fight is done he'll try to heal you

If he cannot, he'll offer a potion or something

He offers to walk you home or to let you stay with him until a time you can go home

He very grateful over all, would try to get you food as payment

Legend

Immediately torn between grateful and suspicious.

It's convenient you just showed up.

But if you were going to kill him you probably wouldn't be trying to save him. So he doesn't accuse you

When it's over he thanks you and tries to send you on your way.

Would help you if you injured yourself protecting him.

He would throw you to the wolves, so if you need him to travel with you for a bit he will, but he's still a little suspicious of your intent.

He's still glad you came and helped him through.

Sky

He's definitely surprised.

But he's very grateful and will tell you at least twice

More trusting than some of the others

Will offer you healing items afterwards

He's chattier than others too, he's likely to ask you about yourself while you guys find a way towards wherever you've chosen to go.

Time

Probably in pretty bad shape if he needs saving, so if he's not talkative don't take ot to heart

He might be unconscious honestly. He's got too many tools to go down easy.

But after it's all said and done he thanks you and offers to get you home and fed.

He's not the most trusting, but he's friendly enough now.

Twilight

He's grateful and says as much as soon as you step in.

He will patch you up afterwards too they all would honestly

Probably less surprised than others he grew up in a small town where people were friendly

Might compliment your fighting

Warriors

Embarrassed and grateful. He's captain of the royal gaurd he shouldn't need help.

But he IS grateful. He's glad you were there because regardless of his emotions, he NEEDED help

Would subconsciously analyze your stance and movements because again... captain.

Will thank you.

Wild

Suspicious. Immediately. His Hyrule is sparsely populated and he's always worried about Yiga.

But he's still grateful.

He'd probably offer you a snack or potion as thanks. Maybe invite you to stay for dinner.

Wind

Oh, he's probably offering you a shiny trinket as thanks.

He's more trusting than some of the others.

Will demand to trade battle stories.

He's a sweetheart and will probably also offer for you to join them for lunch/dinner.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

OO OOO OOOO first off have a great lunch break!!

Second, for the three sentence prompt,

PITCH (I’m killing PRACTICING my singing right now so obviously I have to put a music reference)

Warriors wheezed as he stumbled off the battlefield.

“Captain, you good?” Sky asked as he approached alongside Hyrule.

The captain’s face was stained red from exertion, tears in his eyes, frightening both younger heroes - they’d never seen him in such a state.

“The—Rancher—” Warriors managed to get out before his wheezing faded and he started laughing.

This was all from laughing?

Sky and Hyrule looked at each other uncertainly. “Uh… yes? What about him?”

“That moblin’s knee nailed him,” Warriors continued, now cackling so much he let out another wheeze. “I’ve never heard his voice hit a pitch that high!”

The typically composed captain couldn’t get another word out, doubled over in hysterics, and Sky deduced quickly where Twilight must have been struck. He winced a moment in sympathy before both he and the traveler started to join their companion in laughing.

The Ordonian spent the rest of the evening glaring at them.

[bokettochild]

What type of brainrot or internet culture do you think each of the Links would be into?

Ooh! Good question! Not sure if I'm answering right but anyways! Here goes!

I feel like Warriors would be pretty distant from online activity, all told. He's a busy man and if he does have an internet presence, it's very carefully untracable to himself, no pictures, no personal data. I feel like he enjoys memes and maybe even joins groups across various sites for things he's interested in, but he never puts out anything himself. Maybe a sort of booktok kinda area though?

Hyrule would have like... the most ungodly Quora and Reddit threads ever. The internet is convinced he's going to accidentally kill himself. That said, with the revelation of him having a more dark sense of humor, I can see Rule totally vibing on Tumblr, shit-posting but also enjoying art and nature based pages.

Wild's on TikTok, probably YouTube, definitely has his own channel of him doing various things, from cooking to exploring to crafting the most ungodly creations known to man. Hyrule is a regular feature, but refuses to get TikTok himself, much to Wild's distress.

I think it would be really, really funny if Time is just a Facebook guy. Like, he COULD go elsewhere, but he doesn't care much for internet stuff, so he's good just having the basic one, and probably only got it at first so he could sign into some site for Malon or smth.

I see Wind really getting into gamer circles, though he'd totally have TikTok for random crap as well. He probably has a twitch account and what people and groups he follows are seemingly random, everything from map-making to conspiracy channels about how koroks once were humans or something (he thinks they're funny)

Twilight strikes me as the kind of guy who'd have Quora, some site for readers, and oh so much Ao3 usage! Have you seen his house? Boy loves books, and animals, and he might even have an Instagram that's mostly comprised of farm landscapes and endless cat pictures. He's mostly quiet except on the rare occasion where he gets so stoked up by what people are saying that he can't help himself and has to join in discussions (usually book related, but sometimes political or humanitarian, especially when it comes to animals.

For no particular reason, I feel like Four has the most well organized, carefully sorted out Pinterest boards known to mankind. Maybe TikTok, definitely Etsy. He likes dabbling in crafting circles, but has a pronounced presence among discussions regarding magical creatures like fae and minish. Absolutely knows all the cryptids, and maybe, secretly, enjoys creepy-pastas

I feel like Legend has a little bit of everything but generally forgets to use any of them. He's sporadic, and has his thumbs in a dozen pies that went cold years ago. He approaches internet culture like an adventure to be discovered, investigated, and occasionally fought against. When, that is, life isn't treating him the same way! He runs in circles regarding magic, science, crafts, mythos, and history and/or artifacts. Pops out of the blue with answers or a question and then never checks any threads again. He doesn't remember where he has accounts, just knows the passwords for all of them. Definitely lurks on Tumblr. His Instagram is flawless but also abandoned.Does not have Facebook though; he says he doesn't like posting his personal stuff for strangers to see and it's not like he's forty something.

Sky keeps it mostly minimalistic. He enjoys crafting stuff and maybe even some gaming, but he rarely has the energy to do more than doom scroll on whatever site managed to snag him first. He likes sending links (lol) to the rest though for anything he finds that he thinks they'd enjoy

And that's all of them!

[liamket]

Silly idea: Ñoquis using cat law (specifically the "you cannot move if a cat is in full loaf on top of you" law) to force Hyrule into resting when he needs to, but doesn't want to

Hyrule got magic exhaustion, refuses to rest cuz his brothers are still injured (minor injuries really) Ñoquis isn't happy about this

[skyward-floored]

Wild and Hyrule being besties?

They are doing ill-advised activities together!

[houseofheroesau]

Question: how would Time react if he met Volga? (hyrule warriors)

"Don't you try anything."

Of course it's not the same dragon Time once faced. But the similarities are enough (and dragons on their own can pose a threat) for Time to establish that he's not tolerating any funny business.

Characters @ House of Heroes.

[plaidos]

what does Zelda think of Link's transition

given that i’m the girl who talks about trans BOTW/TOTK. i’m assuming that’s the versions you’re asking about.

i think Zelda was pretty resistant to taking Link’s desire to be different seriously for a little while pre-calamity but was eventually able to empathise with her & work through her own feelings about her inherently gendered position in the kingdom & the sheer strife & violence it has caused her.

i do think she would go from one Link’s least-likely-to-get-it friends to actively encouraging her to transition between BOTW & TOTK, and eventually does enough introspection to come out the other side of TOTK as non-binary. Link & Zelda’s relationship is tense in TOTK, but i think Zelda would end up regretting the way they treated Link’s gender when she first started questioning & blame themselves whilst pivoting to being one of Link’s staunchest allies

[demiboydemon]

Urbosa and Revali perhaps

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YES GIRLBOSS 👏

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[gliphyartfan]

What do you think about the au humans are hylian space orcs?

Aaaa…hmmm

Ah yes I read that~

Four would be both bewildered and captivated by the fact that his best work can’t withstand Reader’s sheer strength. (Also most likely devastated that there is another person other than Wild who destroys weapons)

After watching them break or dent a weapon that took him days to make, he’s immediately on a mission to craft something that can keep up with them.

If given the opportunity, he’d spend hours, maybe even days, experimenting with Hylian metals, Goron ores, and enchanted gemstones, all in an attempt to create a weapon worthy of their power.

Each weapon he hands them is tested rigorously, and each failure only motivates him further. (Cause if it can handle their strength, than Wild can finally have one that won’t break.)

Each of Four’s colors has an opinion on the project too!

Green tries to focus on durability, while Blue insists they need harder materials.

Red wants to add enchantments for safety, and Vio is all about elegance and versatility.

They even argue over who’ll be the one to present Reader with the final weapon (whenever they feel it’s perfect.)

Compared to Hylians, I think along with strength and durability, Reader would have sharper senses, especially smell and sight. (Well sharp for a Hylian, pretty normal for humans)

They could detect subtle hints of smoke, monster musk, or even a change in the wind long before the others notice anything.

The group quickly learn to rely on them, amazed that they can smell monsters at a distance far in advance. (This is good if Reader isn’t one to fight but feels the need to still contribute in some way to the group.)

Their heightened smell would definitely be both a blessing and a curse. While it helps detect enemy movements, strong scents like Goron Spice can be overwhelming. Reader often comments on how powerful some Hylian food and potions smell, much to the Chain’s amusement.

Many monsters would find Reader intimidating. While some enemies are too mindless to notice their differences, others sense Reader’s uncanny strength and primal aura.

Think about it! Strong, intimidating monsters like Hinoxes and Lynels would seem to respect them in a strange way, viewing them as strong enough to leave them alone (not strong enough to beat them but just strong enough that Reader could pass through their territory without anything other than being eyed by the beasts.)

Stalfos and other undead creatures could be particularly wary; maybe they almost sense that Reader’s bones are different, somehow denser and harder to break, and they find Reader’s resilience unsettling. (But in general Stalfos and undead don’t really think so they probably are part of the mindless pile)

But if they did think, they’d most likely be frightened by Reader. Seeing Reader throw one of their own in a moment of frustration or lift a broken weapon sends them into a panic. (But probably not)

Time would both irritated and fascinated when (y/n) steps in to protect him. It messes with his self-assigned role as the group’s guardian, and he’s unused to the idea of someone else shielding him.

Initially, he tries to brush it off or even scold Reader for stepping in, but when he realizes how capable they are, he probably feels a strange sense of amazement(and a little embarrassment).

Over time, he probably grows to trust their strength and finds himself relying on them almost reluctantly, (but quietly respecting them for it.)

Warriors at first, would be annoyed when (y/n) jumps in to protect him.

He’s used to being the captain and doesn’t want Reader risking themselves on his behalf.

But after seeing their strength in action, he’s deeply impressed (and a little possessive). He’s soon insisting they train together, hoping he can learn from their unique approach to combat and maybe teach them some of his own techniques. (That depends on if Readee uses a sword of any weapons Warriors is familiar with)

He views them as a powerful asset to the team, and while he admires their independence, he can’t help but feel a little territorial when Reader fights for him. (As he should.)

Wind is completely in awe of Readsr, seeing them as a heroic figure straight out of a legend.

He loves to hear their stories of Earth and insists they teach him to swim against strong currents. (Maybe he’ll finally last longer than several moments)

Reader’s strength make him want to be better, and he’s soon clinging to them for advice and guidance on everything from combat to survival. He’d bring her little souvenirs he finds, hoping to impress her.

But he DOES get a bit envious of their strength. Wind does occasionally feel like the little brother of the group, can get a little insecure them her handle monsters with ease. He’ll go out of his way to show off in front of them, trying to prove he’s just as tough, even if he sometimes bites off more than he can chew.

Hyrule would be fascinated by their physical resilience, and he’s constantly asking questions about human culture, Reader’s world’s monsters, and even their sense of smell. He’s especially amazed by what types of food they eat that he knows would make him deathly ill, and that always leaves him reeling.

Whenever they’re around, he’s watching her intently, absorbing every detail he can to better understand her.

Despite their strength, Hyrule can’t help but feel a deep protectiveness for them. He sees their slower healing as a vulnerability and insists on caring for their wounds and ailments whenever they appear.

He views it as his personal responsibility to make sure Reader’s safe, even though they can obviously handle themselves.

Wild is both amazed and a little intimidated by them (mark him down as scared and horny). He’s never met anyone who could eat the wildest Hyrule dishes without complaint, and he admires their adventurous spirit. They form an immediate bond, exchanging survival techniques and constantly pushing each other to new limits.

The two of them often find themselves in playful competitions, seeing who can handle the spiciest foods, carry the heaviest pack, or endure the most extreme conditions. (Reader tends to Win the strength contests)

Wild sees them as a kindred spirit, though he’s always secretly hoping to impress them.

Legend is equal parts fascinated and annoyed by their strength. He’s used to being the seasoned hero, and watching them take on monsters with brute force is both impressive and a little insulting. Still, he’s curious about Reader, even if he’d never admit it.

Though he’d roll his eyes at their antics, Legend keeps a close eye on them, never quite able to shake the sense that they’re different.

If Reader picks Twilight up, whether in Hylian or wolf form. He’d freeze, mortified and embarrassed by the gesture, but over time, he becomes completely enamored with the way they so casually carries for him (he’s used to carrying, not being carried and he’s learning why people like it so much), and he finds himself eager for their attention, even if he’d never admit it.

Twilight can’t shake his instincts to shield them from harm though. He’s constantly watching their back and getting defensive when others approach Reader, feeling deeply possessive over them.

Sky wouod be enchanted by Reader from the beginning. Their strength and resilience remind him of a knight’s bravery, and he respects Reader to the point of awe sometimes.

He’s constantly seeking reasons to spar or train with them, trying to absorb as much of their human technique as he can. Definitely asks them to nap with him, definitely loves when Reader picks him up and carries him when he’s still sleeping.)

Sky would be deeply curious about Reader’s world’s monsters, (or lack of) and he’d always be asking questions about Earth.

[phoenix-arts7]

WIP thing, ohhhh i have to PICK!? Volga Concept or "I Fear I Have Made a Mistake"? Or both, if you want?

Let's pretend that you haven't seen both already. 😂

Imma do Volga.

Had the muse to draw him a while ago. I'm still on the fence about whether or not to include him in House of Heroes, since I'm very picky about character selection. So he's been in a rough stage for a while. If people are interested or if the muse hits, maybe I'll do some more. But I'm focused on other things for now.

Please do not repost my art.

[minas-linkverse]

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