#oh to TOP the hero of Hyrule

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Oh to be the Hero of Hyrule

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He's Becomes a Dad || Part 2/2

Part 1

Pairing: Twilight, Warrior, Sky, Wild x Reader

Overview: Congratulations, you're new parents 🎉 Some of the Links are prepared. Others...might need a moment to gather themselves. But rest assured! At the end of the day, they're all going to get a handle on this whole dad thing. Warning: Mentions of miscarriages for Sky's section. Nothing to detailed, but it's there so beware 🙅‍♀️

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It's never been a surprise to you that Twilight would want kids of his own. He never even had to say it aloud, you could just read that look in his eyes whenever playing with the village children. It was a wordless yet ever so contagious request: I want this. And how were you to deny him? Just look at him!

Simply put, children were a top priority of yours almost as soon as you married. It didn't take long for you to become pregnant either (not with Twilight's fierce passion and your shared disinterest towards 'waiting'). Regardless, there were still many tears shed when you found out - all happy, of course, as your husband spun you around in his arms while you both laughed giddily in between quick kisses.

Let's get this straight: Twilight is prepared-prepared. Ordon is that type of close-knit community where everyone helps raise each other's kids, so despite this being his first rodeo as a new dad himself, he has plenty of experience taking care of youngsters. As a ranch-hand, he's also perfectly accustomed to the whole birthing process, having hand-delivered more baby goats than he can count, so don’t worry, nothing about the ‘less glamorous’ sides of pregnancy scare him. 

With that being said, Twilight doesn't stress too much aside from the normal concerns about your health, after all he recognizes that not every pregnancy is the same for every woman, but that's exactly why he makes it his personal mission to ensure your comfort. 

Feeling particularly ill? He'll make you all the tasty pumpkin soup you could ask for which, believe it or not, works wonders for an upset stomach. Just having a bad day? He'll happily let you cuddle with Wolfie to help you relax. Restless? He'll take you on a horse ride no matter the hour and if you're too far along in your pregnancy to climb onto Epona, a simple walk to Ordon's spring will do since that's the perfect spot to soak your sore body. Twilight is no above carrying you there himself if you ask.

Trust that your every worry is always smoothed; Twilight is there to reassure you no matter how 'little' the problem. Have concerns he can't speak on as a man? He'll happily go ask one of the other village women for you if you're too embarrassed to do so yourself, in fact this guy's already been talking Rusl and Uli's ears off for advice since day one. He doesn't want to leave a single thing to chance regardless of how confident he already feels which is probably why there's a stack of parenting books on his nightstand. Did he clear the shelves in Castle Town? Probably.

You're pretty sure that Twilight already had a 'go-bag' put together before the end of your first trimester, although he’d add to it like a paranoid squirrel up until your due-date. Curious, you had gone through it one day just to get a hint of how overboard he might've gone. Diapers, snacks, blankets, comfortable clothes for you, more parenting books...He does realize you're doing a home birth, right? Most of this stuff he could just grab from the cabinet if needed, but it's sweet that he's trying to be organized.

It isn’t really news to anyone that Hyrule’s heroes tend to land on the quieter side and usually Twilight isn’t much different…There’s a key word in there because you’re quite certain he hasn’t actually shut up since the second you told him you’re pregnant. He can hardly keep his excitement to himself! Oh, but it’s adorable, especially on those nights when he’ll fall asleep mumbling about his joy all while using your swollen stomach as a pillow. It makes your heart swell every time.

When you eventually go into labor, Twilight doesn’t show much outward panic if he has any at all, however he does feel incredibly terrible to watch you go through it without any relief. He feels absolutely useless while unable to take away your suffering the way a good husband should, so to make up for it, he does his utmost best to be your rock during those long hours, talking you through each painful contraction and doing everything in his power to distract you. Back rubs, walks around the house, whispers of sweet nothings…He’s by your side well into the night, keeping it up until it finally comes time to start pushing.

He definitely was not going to say it while you were going through the motions because he’d like to keep his head, but human and goat births are pretty much the same thing minus the actual cursing. He’s in his element then, knowing exactly what to do to ensure a safe delivery for mama and baby. His movements are almost automatic, trained by years of practice as he cleans the little one off before taking the time to admire them fully.

Are you shocked that Twilight is teary eyed? Not at all. Are you upset that he almost forgets about you entirely for a second because he’s so entranced by the baby? Also no, since you need a moment to catch your breath anyway. Don’t worry, though, he does eventually pass you your son reluctantly before hovering at your side with possibly the widest grin you’ve ever seen on the man since your wedding day. 

The rest of the night is calm from there on, filled with quiet whispers and cooing as you both take turns partaking in skin-to-skin contact with your baby. Will you be doing this again soon? You’re probably going to need a decent break to recover, but just know that your husband is absolutely ready whenever you are. In the meantime, expect to be showered in endless love and affection because you deserve it for the priceless gift you’ve given him.

Your relationship with Warrior has always been ‘slow moving’ if compared to most other couples’. For starters, while he may have a formidable reputation for being a supposed lady's man, all that 'skill' of his would go flying out the window whenever faced with your presence, so it took some time (and maybe a near-death experience) for any confessions to be made. In his defense, you're a very beautiful and strong woman who happened to be one of his superiors during most of the war, so please excuse him for usually being awed into silence whenever you showed even an ounce of interest in ‘lil ol’ him. His brain would literally become a windows error.

Even after Warrior did finally find the courage to ask you out, your respected jobs and heavy workloads have often forced your relationship to be put on the back-burner. Marry you? Hylia knows he’s been DYING to! You’re already wearing the ring and everything, but it's not like you're going anywhere anytime soon and he'd rather wait a few extra years to enjoy the perfect moment rather than rush the whole ‘happiest-day-of-our-lives’ thing during a bad time.

Luckily for him, you've never needed a formal certificate to know you own his heart. He proves it to you in other ways every day from cheesy love letters to overly romantic dates during your rare off time, and while you normally adore being the sole subject of his affection, that's exactly how you ended up in this very situation.

You're both adults and as such you won't pretend to be innocent: This wasn't planned in the slightest. Your jobs can be quite chaotic, as previously addressed, so you just wanted to help your husband-to-be relax and destress a bit - nothing new for either of you in itself, although that particular evening would end up weighing heavily on your mind a few weeks later.

To be honest, when you first entered Warrior's office and instructed him to sit down with a stern voice that could rival Commander Impa's, he thought you must've finally grown tired of being engaged for several years, having come to him then to demand that he marry you sooner. Agreement was right on the tip of his tongue when you delivered the bombshell that you were pregnant instead.

Your tone was serious and expression calm, but Warrior knows you well enough to spot the hidden worry in your eyes. It’s justified, of course. Had either of you even discussed having kids before? He doesn’t think so. It’s not like having a baby is a bad thing, though. The idea of creating a small family with you is a pleasant one, it’s just…happening a lot sooner than preferred. You both would’ve liked more time to plan and prepare…but oh well. What’s done is done. 

The real concern is will your jobs allow you both time off to take care of a baby? It's not like a war is currently going on, so Hyrule won't suffer too much from having two of its best captains sidelined, however what happens if that doesn't remain the case? What if war breaks out tomorrow or the day after? Warrior can’t let his pregnant fiancée fight in battles! What kind of husband and father would that make him?! But at the same time, is he just supposed to ask that you sacrifice your career in order to spare his? THAT’S NO BETTER!

...All things considered, you'd say Warrior handles the news far better than some might've. Yes, he begins to ‘slightly’ overthink things, although that's exactly why you had him sit down first. Calmly, you take his hand and tell him how things will be (your own way of offering comfort not only to him, but yourself as well). The bottom line is that if you could successfully fight Ganondorf’s army together, you can raise a child together, too. Really, how much harder can it be? You already have some minor experience being unofficial parents to little Time and Wind during the war. Just don't give your own children any magic masks or wind controlling devices and you should be golden.

Thankfully, many of Warrior’s initial fears are proven to be irrational during the earliest stages of your pregnancy. Everyone else was positively thrilled to hear the news and even Impa gave her congratulations, explaining to your fiancé’s relief that she’ll simply assign you more deskwork until it’s fit for you to return back to your normal duties. All he has to worry about in the meantime is making sure you actually take it easy; only a slightly difficult task considering your headstrong nature and insistence on not being ‘coddled’, but hey, if anyone can handle it, it’s the guy who’s hellbent on marrying your stubborn butt one day.

Warrior will admit that there were still some nights when he would nearly pull his hair out while doubting if he’s actually ready to be a dad, however the moment you officially being showing is the same moment he forgets all about any possible regrets and replaces them entirely with daydreams filled with not only his lovely wife, but also a little one who will hopefully think the absolute world of him. He already knows he’ll think of it of them.

Although you may feel a bit nervous towards the prospect of suddenly being parents, that doesn’t change the fact that you wouldn’t choose anyone else to go through this journey with. One look to your side and you’re certain of it. The way Warrior holds his son for the first time, newborn wrapped comfortably in his scarf and dad, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion after hours of labor yet the proud smile evident on his face nevertheless…You were right before: so long as you do it together, you’ll excel in this whole ‘parenting-thing’.

You had married young - almost as soon as you were able after graduating from the Knight Academy. To everyone else on Skyloft, you have always been the picture image of an ideal couple; the hero and his beloved princess who somehow manage to be completely and utterly smitten with each other even years later. To call Sky your husband is a blessing in itself and you consider yourself lucky every single day. There’s only ever been one problem with your relationship - one single complaint you can think of where neither of you are truly responsible: your lack of children.

When you first married, there was lots of talk, after all everyone was simply dying to know when the first generation on the Surface would be born. Your parents were eager for grandchildren and Zelda, your best friend, had way too much fun teasing you over the matter by expressing her 'surprise' that Sky had yet to give you a baby despite how 'passionate' he’s always been towards you (she would make sure to use those exact words, too). 

Initially, you never minded anyone’s curiosity. It’s only natural to expect children from a newly wed couple. It's when that same couple reaches their third then sixth year of marriage without any trace of tiny feet or squealing laughter that those curious and well-meant questions grow quiet with unbearable pity, your shared excitement becoming shuttered sorrow.

At the start there was nothing to worry about. You were both young and not putting that much effort into it, so certain it wouldn't take long for your family to grow. Then the years began to pass and you would try everything the doctor recommended, but every test would still leave you as disappointed as the last. The absolutely worst form of despair came those few times you'd actually get your hopes up only to have them cruelly dashed a few months in.

What were you doing wrong? Sky would always hush your anxieties and do his utmost best to reassure you, however you knew by his own tears that your infertility hurt him just as much, especially when on those quieter nights, you'd suggest that perhaps you simply weren't meant to be parents - that the gods were just trying to tell you both something you were too stubborn to accept.

It's for that reason that you had such mixed emotions once finally able to fall pregnant again. You were optimistic deep down, however after six years of attempts and losses, you were wary to embrace too much joy right away which was shown in the way Sky held onto you for what felt like hours after you told him or how he slept each night with a hand on your stomach even in those early days, internally praying to the goddesses this would be the one.

A month passed...Then two...And three, and four…For once, you didn't feel sick aside from what was considered normal. Maybe a bit of high blood pressure the doctor kept a close eye on, but other than that he’d always tell Sky and you the same thing: they're healthy.

Even then, you’d say you remained extra cautious, not daring to eat nor do anything the doctor so much as hesitated against, however Sky was by far the worst when it came to worrying. As your husband, he considers your physical and mental well-being his personal responsibility, but as the father of your child? His work has doubled!

All chores were to be his alone so that you could rest. Any bout of sickness was closely monitored and tended to. His hand would remain on your stomach from beginning to end, although overtime it would be done less out of fear and more for the sake of bounding, often accompanied by his voice or the melody of his harp which he would happily play for you both whenever you were having a particularly difficult time falling asleep at night.

Now, you didn't dare tell anyone about your pregnancy during the first half, not wanting to deliver anymore bad news should it come, however once the remilit was out of the bag, you became the center of attention much to Sky's conflicted feelings. On one hand, you deserved it for all of your hard work growing a baby, but on the other, that overprotective dad-side of him couldn't help fretting over the vast number of harmful germs your guests could possibly be passing onto you and your unborn child. Did he make everyone wash their hands for ten minutes before visiting? Yes, yes he did.

Beyond being protective, Sky was also very emotional throughout the entire pregnancy maybe even more than you sometimes. He got teary-eyed after every doctor's appointment that confirmed the baby's development, while picking out names together, and even when you were yelling at him for something stupid because as far as he was concerned, you still looked so beautiful standing there with crossed arms and a round belly carrying his child. Oh, but none of that compared in the slightest to the tears that were shed when he actually held his daughter for the first time; that amount of waterworks could put the flood of Faron to shame!

Six years of waiting made you both lose hope. You assumed you’d never be able to have children of your own and even began to look towards other options such as adoption or simply living your lives childless forever…but the day your daughter was born was the day all your anxieties and doubts were finally put to rest. Now, as you cry happily with your husband, you can’t think of a single complaint towards your relationship; it’s officially as perfect as the precious little bundle in your arms.

Wild and you were still practically newlyweds when you gave him the 'thrilling' news. You were so happy to do so, too, barely able to bite back your excitement while watching your husband lift a small pair of baby pajamas out of a gift box. You were absolutely glowing as you eagerly awaited his reaction and all he could do was simply stare into space as his whole world came crashing down on top of him. Did he look horrified on the outside? He must've, because he swears he could’ve pinpointed the exact moment that shine in your eyes died, a frown etching its way onto your lips. What else was he supposed to do aside from fake a smile and embrace you, keeping you close to his chest so that your delight wouldn't be spoiled by his internal nervous breakdown?

Wild has zero right to be shocked. You had both been intimate (as tends to happen when you're married) not to mention you had made it perfectly clear from the start of your relationship that you would want a family one day. Judging on your eagerness towards the topic, it was never up for debate either; no kids would be a dealbreaker for you, so Wild had no choice but to quietly agree, too afraid to dare utter the truth or voice any hesitation because Hylia forbid you get the wrong idea and leave him. 

He thought it would be harmless. Some couples remain married for years before any children follow and you weren't in any big hurry, so he figured he'd have plenty of time to get his act together until the day of your dreams arrived; he didn't think it would happen during your first year of marriage! ...Now he's really dug himself into a hole it's too late to try escaping from…

He’s almost said something - a few times actually. He knows it’s only fair and that as your husband, he owes you proper communication, but each time he opens his mouth, his mind curses him with the image of your sadness. What if you think he doesn’t want this at all? What if you think he hates the baby and hates you for being pregnant? What if you concluded he must want to leave you so you decide to beat him to the punch?! 

…Okay, so Wild knows you aren’t going to just walk away. You’ve always been good at listening to his inner demons and acting as his strongest pillar of support, but that doesn’t change his fear that you might be hurt by whatever he has to say and he will not allow himself to ruin your own excitement. 

In the years that he’s known you, he can’t say he’s ever seen you quite as happy as when you found out about your baby. He knows he should match that joy, too. Most men do. Hell, Twilight practically sent a five-page essay bragging about his wife's first pregnancy. Truth be told, Wild actually does feel happy. On his better days, he feels that flicker of pride and a hint of eagerness because a family with you honestly sounds wonderful. The problem is, in his mind, it isn't a question as to what he wants, but rather what he deserves. 

So much has gone wrong in his past. It doesn’t matter how much you or anyone else assures him otherwise, it’s hard to shake the feeling that he failed Hyrule. He still suffers from so many nightmares and waves of guilt that he can’t properly put into words. You’re still having to shake him out of dazes and smooth his following sobs…How is he going to be a good dad and be there for his child when he can barely stand upon his own two feet like this?

Initially, Wild thought these feelings would go away; that’s why he never spoke them to you. He wanted so desperately to believe they wouldn’t linger, especially after you both got married. He lives in a peaceful world, has a nice home in a quiet village, a beautiful wife who adores him…He should’ve been able to move on from the Calamity already, so why hasn’t he? On his worst nights, it makes him wonder if he’ll ever be okay or if he’s just screwed you and the baby over by tying you both down to him.

These two sides of him - the hopeful and the pitiful - continue to battle for dominance inside Wild’s head throughout each step. Sometimes he’s genuinely smiling with you as you pick out baby names. Other times he’s sitting outside alone trying his damn hardest to remember any piece of his past that might make him feel at least a little better about his luck towards being a dad, preferably a time when he was actually good with kids or even had a family before. 

Wild’s internal dilemma comes to a head one fateful night when he’s awoken to the baby’s distressing cries. He had honestly already been awake after a mild case of anxiety, but you on the other hand are tired, worn from nine long months of pregnancy and the early days of active motherhood. The last thing he wants is for you to lose out on precious rest (a rare gift these days), so leaping out of bed, he’s quick to reach the baby’s crib.

Unfortunately, Wild’s natural instincts seem to basically stop right there at the crib’s side. Hands hovering above, he tries his best to calm his daughter through whispered assurances and attempts at cooing the same way he’s seen you do. When that doesn’t work, he awkwardly picks her up, cuddling her close to his chest while quietly pleading at this point. Is she hungry? Does she need a diaper change? Did she have a nightmare? Whatever it is, if you wake up, you’ll take over and he’ll be left to stand aside feeling like he can’t even do the basic task of comforting his own child and -

- To his astonishment, his efforts actually work. It really must’ve been as simple as a nightmare because slowly, the baby falls silent, seemingly forgetting all about her troubles as she finds solace gazing up at her daddy with the widest blue eyes and a stuck-out tongue that can’t seem to keep itself in her mouth. It looks rather goofy, so Wild can’t help but chuckle, although the sound is soft as his heart melts under the attention she holds towards him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say it’s almost like she’s looking at her entire world…

Maybe some would say this moment isn’t necessarily anything special, but for Wild, it’s everything. As if suddenly a pro, he’s able to rock the little beauty gently back to sleep, his pleas turning into words of admiration as he tucks her into bed. There, he continues to keep watch over her until he feels tired himself, all the while thinking: he might be broken from years of trauma, and he might not be the best husband or parent out there because of it, but that's not going to stop him from doing everything in power to be there for his princesses.

[wayfayrr]

I've been on a little bit of a first kick recently - so here's a first meeting of reader and him based on this piece of the dolls au by @ovegakart (this amazing comic piece in particular) and on the topic of tagging people I've got some new friends on discord who have a love of first so consider this a gift <3 @fanfic-fairy-fountain @dreaming-of-lu @angry-trashcan @neverchecking <333 enjoy!

[masterlist]

“Hello..? Time… Sky… Link? Is anyone there?”

As if being forced into Hyrule wasn’t bad enough when I was with the chain, now that cursed shadow decides to push it even further by separating me from them? Why not just kill me outright… Is it to try to give the heroes hope? Wouldn’t it be worse for them for it to kill me outright than string them along with false hope?

“IS ANYONE HERE? HELLO??”

Where even am I? It looks like… Oh. Alone in catacombs, yeah if there’s anywhere to be killed by a malicious shadowy entity it would be in catacombs. Are there going to be redeads here?  If the rest of the monsters are anything to go off of it’s going to be much worse dealing with them now. They can’t handle sunlight though, can they? 

Then that means the pile of rubble in the centre here should be the safest place for me to think through the best way to handle all of this. If the shadow really wants to get to me then of course that won’t stop it but I have to try something right? Is sitting on top of what looks like a grave a little disrespectful? Yes. Do I have many options at the minute? No.

“-Wait-!”

WHY IS THE GRAVE SLIDING OPEN - WHAT WAS THAT!? WHY DOES IT SOUND LIKE SOMEONE IS YELLING?? 

“What… happened? Where is this place?”

I think without a doubt the sound I’ve just made is the most blood-curdling scream I’ve ever let out and - WHY IS HE COVERING MY MOUTH!?

“I’m sorry I know you’re confus- ACK.”

Was biting him the right option? Probably not! But it’s the only thing I could think of to do seeing as well, I'm not exactly calm at this moment in time. Despite the fact that this man has known me for, what, the span of less than a minute, he seems to have at the very least noticed my panic. Backing off like you would with a scared animal - do I really look that petrified? It’s taking everything in me now to not give into my racing heart. 

“I’m sorry, I must’ve overstepped your boundaries. But please can you not be so loud?”

“....”

“... yeah. Yeah I can be a bit quieter”

“So you uhhh-”

Where do I even start - this man just - He just crawled out of a grave. What do you even respond to that with??? 

“...You come round here often?”

[name]. [name] what the heck was that. That's how you flirt with someone at a bar not speak to a living corpse.

“No, I don’t really?”

“Yeah, I figured. I -”

“Are you alright?”

“Look I’m just a bit overwhelmed, I was separated from my group and dropped here then you- You crawled out of a grave and now I’m just?? I’m just stressed and this is only things that have happened today. Now I know that you’re probably more stressed for obvious reasons, but I’m just - I’m sorry for screaming.”

He took a step closer to me at that, not trying to be intimidating, but more cautious. Asking for permission to touch me with an invitingly open outstretched arm, one that seemed to promise some sort of salvation from all the stress I’ve been feeling. One that I was embarrassingly quick to accept. His touch - His hold, is so warm for someone who should really be so cold, there’s definite comfort in feeling his heart beating as well something that proves he’s alive. It didn’t last for long though, as he pulled himself away, reluctantly if I were being bold in how I was to describe it. His fingers lingered, resting on my arm in such a teasingly wanting way. He’s definitely a link thats for sure, that helps me to be more comfortable around him than I would have been with anyone else. He looks like he’s about to start crying.

I - oh god I’m the first person he’s seen since he came back to life. 

“Are you alright link?”

Was that the wrong thing to say? He hasn’t introduced himself to me,  I shouldn’t have said that. It seems like now it’s his turn to look confused - more so than he already was. 

“you how do you know my name?”

“I just guessed, the group I was with before they - well they all looked similar and went by the same name ‘link’ so I just assumed it was the same with you. I hope that doesn’t bother you.”

“No it doesn’t.” Why is he reaching for my face? He’s got such a soft look on his face, do I remind him of someone? He’s been dead so it could be possible I guess, but it feels like there’s more to how he said it than just something that simple. 

“Oh my dearest love...”

His hands are so soft… it’s hard not to just lean into his touch and stay there, but there are more important things to be dealing with right now. As much as I’d prefer to not have these questions answered. 

“What do you mean by that link? I don’t - I don’t think I’ve met you before.”

He’s so warm, I hate the fact that he’s most likely going to stop holding me when he realises I’m not the person he’s really ever going to want in a relationship. 

“You haven’t but, I can already tell that you’ll be my beloved soon enough.”

“I’m sorry? We’ve only just met how can you tell s- ACK”

This has to just be a link thing. What is it that makes them fall so quickly? But to hold someone so tightly when you've only just met them - when you’ve only just come back from death?  That doesn’t seem like a healthy thing for him, not in the slightest. 

Is my shoulder wet?

Why would it be wet - he was tearing up earlier and - no there it is he’s sniffling as if he’s trying his hardest not to cry. Even if he’s mildly delusional how cruel would you have to be to not help someone go through something as tough as this clearly is. It’s not hard to gently rub his back as he cries onto me, it’s not hard to hum to him as he clutches me like a lifeline, it’s not hard to be here for him when I have to do so little for him. 

“Link? Would you like to talk about it? I don’t know you but - but I’ll be here to listen to you.”

“Thank you. It’s simply that I - I don’t know why or how I got here, It’s simply that I woke up in there after everything then I saw you -”

“[name]”

“[name] and well you know what has happened since. I have to thank you for being here though, there’s something about you, some kind of energy that just feels like a part of myself that I lost. You feel like home to me [name]”

With that last sentence, he burrows his head even further into my neck seeking what I can only guess is comfort. He’s probably just desperate for another person's touch right now, rather than him having fallen in love with me from the briefest interaction that didn’t even go that well.   There’s no harm in waiting here with him for a moment though. What could go wrong in this amount of time?

[turbofanatic]

Hyrule's resting bitch face champion for three decades and counting.

@scopophobia-polaris asked for some more details on this silly guy and I needed to post the redesign of his scars so I'm gonna ramble!

General "rules" I am using for the Bad Moon AU:

-You cannot change the future. If you saw the future, it happens. Maybe not to you, but it happens. Time travel either involves splitting timelines, temporal loops (see the song of storms), or two extremely similar timelines that collapse together (a dumb child goes to the past to plant beans). What does this mean for Termina? OH GOD OH GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TINY WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!

-If you turn into something, you will never entirely turn back.

-Two opposing wishes on the Tri Force will really fuck things up. Also, it happened. Bad Moon is about dealing with the fallout.

Tiny has a series of magic scars from his various transformations. Most of them are benign or beneficial due to Farore's blessing and the Fierce Deity's Mask's intervention, but not all. Believe it or not, this is me nerfing him, because I'm getting rid of all the Terminian masks except for the FD's mask, which gets broken.

-From the Deku mask he has ivy vines. Most are centered along his spine. He uses them to hold stuff. If he sleeps in fertile soil they will grow into the ground and he leaves weird plants that are sort of beholden to him all over the place. Gross. Anyways, remember how the Hero's Shade is covered in ivy? The "missing" eye is also more or less a Deku scrub's pitlike eye now, granting him low-light but otherwise mediocre vision in that eye.

-From the Goron mask he is disturbingly strong now. Most of Farore's blessed are pretty strong to begin with and now he's got Darmani's strength on top of that. His teeth are continuously growing and need to be worn down by grinding them on each other (because he's missing a tooth from that facial scar those teeth are maloccluded and grow all weird). It's definitely inspired by wrathful deity artwork though. He's also extremely resistant to heat. He got the white hair and scales on his shoulders/knees/elbows from Darmani too. Guess what part of his magic scarring the Hero of Twilight inherits!

-From the Zora mask he has some extremely strong scales on his forearms that can be used to defend himself. He can also make nasty electrical shocks, is very resistant to electrocution, is an extremely good swimmer (nowhere near as good as Mikau though), and can hold his breath for twenty minutes easily. His toes are webbed too.

-From the Giant's mask his height just kinda varies. His "true" height is over seven feet tall but it can vary between about 6"/15cm in either direction. He has some control over this but it's more related to his sense of security. He's at his smallest when he's the most insecure but like, that's still 6'10"/208 cm so he's still way too big. Lucky for him the magic also affects his clothes/armor but it takes some time so he just makes/buys things on the larger end and waits for them to shrink to his current size. The effect goes away when removed from his body. Is this so I don't have to be consistent? Yes.

-He turns into a puppy in the War of Eras when he's ten and Zant uses the twilight as a weapon. Specifically an epicyon puppy! A 100lb/45kg puppy! Medli will ride him! I just want to draw the biggest puppy in the world. He can still turn into the big ancient wolf, and thankfully it doesn't do too much to him (unlike Twilink) but his jaw attaches waaay further back than it ought to and he can open his mouth to a scary degree. It's probably influencing those big fangs too. Combined with the Goron bite strength and... yeah.

I'll probably change things because I'm just playing around with him, so don't be surprised when I do!

[luimagines]

Two in a Bush

Another commission!

They asked for Reader getting separated in a dungeon and Wild panics to find them. :D 

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Wild wasn’t sure what to expect of a place like this.

He didn’t have anything like this in his world. He had the Divine Beasts that he had to figure out but those were giant mechanical weapons. Not some fortress that had a hidden secret at the end. 

Comparing the two- he supposes they aren’t all that different. From the monsters, to the puzzles, to even the multiple floors for a few of them, Wild could confidently say that he still had no idea what he was doing. Luckily, many of the others seemed to have more than enough practice and experience to go around. Wild was more than happy to leave the spearheading to them.

It gave him an excuse to look after you instead.

You were a special circumstance amongst this group of heroes. It caught Wild’s attention in more ways than one.

It was just unfortunate that you had zero fighting experience like the rest of them. Not that he personally considered it a fault of yours, don’t misunderstand him, but the idea of being with a group that does nothing but fight without being able to fight didn’t sit right with him. Granted, he was happy and delighted by the idea that you came from a place where you could live normally. It made him jealous in a good way. He wanted that for himself as well- but you would have had it from the beginning and that’s something that he knew he would never achieve.

However this also meant that they would have to be on the lookout for you specifically. Without any knowledge of how to properly defend yourself, it meant that they would have to pick up the slack.

Not that they would ever phrase it that way and much less to your face. Wild had thought that he could take the opportunities to look cooler and more heroic in an attempt to catch your attention but even he knew that it was a fool’s dream to picture it that way… That didn’t stop him from day dreaming though.

Regardless, he stuck by your side as the group explored the dungeon, sword at the ready and willing to defend you if needed.

You seemed content to explore the dungeon just like the rest of them, keeping pace and looking around with childlike wonder on your face. It made Wild smile.

Suddenly, the group was attacked.

Everyone sprang into action, Wild included to take down the threats in the new room. While there was usually only a handful per section, this room had an unusually high amount of monsters. It took all hands on deck to diminish the threat and clear the area before they could continue exploring.

Wild was lucky enough to stay behind the larger hoard of monsters, shooting at the threats to help his brother before they broke the line. He switched to his sword and charged ahead, slashing the threats along with the others until there weren’t any left. Tired, but relieved, Wild turned back to you with a smile on your face.

But you were nowhere to be seen.

His heart dropped and so did his sword from his hand. The metal clang echoed in the room. “Guys?”

Many turned their heads to him. 

Wild looked back to the group asking for where you were, prompting them to look around the room as well. Wild didn’t like the looks on their faces as they came to the same conclusion they did.

“Where did they go?” Wind scratched the top of their head.

“Were they pushed out of the room?” Twilight stood straighter, jogging to the entrance for a better look.

Hyrule followed the Rancher without missing a beat. “If they didn’t, then we have a bigger problem on our hands than any puzzle we can find in this dungeon.”

Wild could feel his anxiety rise within him. You were right there. How could he lose you? There’s still more monsters to go through. You can’t fight them. You can’t. He needs to find you. He needs to find you now.

“Oh hello.” Legend whistles, calling the attention of the others. “Champion, were you over here at first?”

Wild turns around and nods. “Yeah, I tried to keep them here so they wouldn’t be cornered so easily if they had to run.”

He doesn’t like the look on Legend’s face. There’s a panel on the wall but Wild didn’t think much of it at first.

Legend points to it. “Who wants to bet they’re on the other side?”

“What?” Warrior furrows his eyebrows. “What does a weird wall with a human shape have to do with-”

Legend grins and places himself in the human imprint. The wall spins suddenly with a quiet whirr and returns to its original position. Without Legend in it.

Wild doesn’t want to waste any time. He runs to the panel despite the cries of the other boys, too in shock over Legend’s disappearance to stop him from doing the same. He places his back to the metal and gasps as it spins just as it did for the Veteran.

He comes face to face with another room entirely and takes a step away. The wall stays the same. 

Legend dusts himself as he takes in the new room. He’s looking at the map they collected earlier, trying to figure out where they go and where this would lead. He’s scratching the side of his head, pushing his hat to a dangerous edge where it could fall off with one movement. He looks perplexed. He doesn’t seem to like what he’s seeing. Wild doesn’t want to think about going into uncharted waters and what that could mean for you.

Wild scans the room as well. There’s some more monster hidden in the shadows to his left and there’s a deadend to his right. In front of him, there is a hallway just beyond the room but there’s another exit just ahead of the monsters.

The monsters notice him and begin to make their way closer to the duo. The wall behind them spins again, signaling the arrival of a third member but Wild pays no attention to it.

He still can’t find you so he takes off running, picking a random exit in hopes that it leads him to where you could be. How far could you get in such a short time? Surely he could catch up in time before something happens, right?

He hears the Four call after him but he pays no mind to it. Footsteps begin to echo behind him along with the muffled cries of the monsters as they were shot on sight.

Wild takes a deep breath and looks around. He finds a new spot but there’s still no sign of you, even as he desperately begins to call for your name. There’s more monsters in this new room and he’s quick to deal with them. His building panic and frustration adds fuel to the fire as he channels it into a quiet rage to kill the offending beasts.

Once the room is empty, it remains empty. Not wanting to waste any more time, Wild turns on his heels and runs out as fast as his feet can carry him. 

He’s already lost. He doesn’t know where he is. He doesn’t know where the others are, nor does he hear them anymore. His breath is the only sound to surround him. It comes out haggard and stunted. He coughs- feeling a drop of saliva attempt to go down the wrong pipe.

Wild whips his head up, not bothering to continue catching his breath. He starts running again, finding a new path into a new room. There’s more monsters and he deals with them as quickly as the prior ones. 

Panic has fully set into his bones as each turn produces more and more failure.

Tears well up in eyes and in his frustration, Wild punches the wall. He hurts his hands more than he hurts the wall.

As in response, he hears a sound. It’s muffled and faint, but he can hear the familiar cry of rage and determination just beyond the bricks and mortar. It’s a battle cry.

It sounds like you.

Spurred on by the sound, Wild goes on the attack. He beats the wall with everything he has before the ground beneath him gives way. He tumbles and instinctually tucks himself into a ball. Wild wraps his arms around his head and uses his legs to try and gain control of his graceless descent. He eventually comes to a grinding halt and he unfurls himself from the positions he’s put himself in.

He is only inches away from the edge of what appears to be a cliff. His heart jumps at the sight as he rolls away.

Wild, remembering why he had tried to get through the wall to begin with, pushes himself to his feet.

A monster cries before it dies, quickly followed by more and more sounds of pain and anger. Another battle cry rings out, this time much more clear than what Wild had heard previously. 

It is most definitely you.

Wild looks over the edge hesitantly. It would be great if he had finally found you… But it would be a hit to his psyche if he were to see you in battle. He’s afraid of what he might see. Are you hurt? Are you terrified?

He looks over anyway.

Instead of terror, he’s pleasantly surprised to see that same determined look on your face that he’s seen on so many other faces. Your eyebrows are closely knit together and there’s a glint in your eyes that he’s never seen before.

They’re hardened and sharp. There’s an ax in your hand that you no doubt stole from one of the monsters you must have come across. You look angry and there’s multiple splatters of blood over your clothes and exposed skin. The fabric that covers sticks to your body from the sweat you’ve produced from the intensity you’ve put into defending yourself. 

Wild finds himself glued to your figure. You fight ferociously even though your lack of training is evident. He watches you with his jaw agape and his hand on the handle of the sheikah slate. He’s entranced. This is hot.

The sheikah makes the familiar sound of a picture being taken before he reaches for his bow. From above, he aims for the monsters that come against you. His attacks throw the monsters into confusion as they search for the second hidden threat. The distraction gives you the perfect opportunity to strike them back and finish them off.

Once the last of the monsters has fallen, its body fallen beside the others, you take the last remaining part of your sleeve and wipe your forehead. You smear the blood splotches over your cheek in the process. Wild takes another picture. You look up, using your hand to try and block out any competing light and see him.

Wild snaps one more picture, hoping that it catches the way you instantly relax and smile up at him. He hopes he catches the way your eyes light up at the sight of him and the way you’ve held the weapon high in the air in greeting, making it look more like a victory stance over your enemies. He waves back enthusiastically. He’s never felt more proud in his life. “You did it!”

“Link!” You cry back and drop the weapon. You run close to the cliff, craning your neck to your sight on him. “You found me!”

Maybe you didn’t hear him.

Wild shakes his head affectionately and takes a few steps back. He doesn’t see your eyebrows furrow again or the confused tilt to your head. Instead, Wild takes a running leap and jumps off of the cliff. He opens up the paraglider and uses it to glide down safely to where you stand.

You run to him before he hits the ground, nearly tackling him as he lands. Wild wraps his arms around you instinctually, calming his pounding heart now that you’ve returned safely to his arms. You take in a shuddering breath and tuck your face into the crook of his neck. You feel inclined to repeat yourself. “You found me.”

“I wouldn’t stop searching until I did.” Wild whispers. He pulls back and wipes the remaining blood off of your face. “What happened? How did you end up here?”

You smile sheepishly and scratch the back of your neck. “During that first fight, I got pushed back far enough into the wall. It spun around and next thing I knew, I was in another room. I saw the monsters on the far end and figured that it would be better to not be spotted. I snuck out and only ran into more monsters so I kept going. Next thing I know I ended up down here and couldn’t not fight back.”

“Where did you even get the ax?”

“I stole it.”

Wild snickers and finally lets you go. His hands rest on your shoulders, rubbing them affectionately. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

You grin in return, putting on a smirk. “I just pretended they were customers on Black Friday. I’ve always wanted to fend them off with a stick.”

He has no idea what that means. “Ok- but you had an ax and they were monsters.”

“...High stakes Black Friday shoppers.”

Wild hangs his head in defeat. He tries his hardest to not laugh at your facial expression. It seems as if you know what you’re talking about at least, so it’s a small comfort. “Alright. Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

“Are the others waiting for us?” You take his hand, stepping in time with him as he takes a good look around this new area. For the better part, it looks like a ditch with no way in or out- except for above.

“Sooomething like that.” Wild chews on his lip, switching to his climbing gear. He picks you up with zero hesitation, throwing you onto his back and he begins to scale the wall. You yelp and shriek, hitting his back as he climbs.

“Hey! A warning would have been great!”

“Hang on. I got this.”

“...Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

You snort. He’s ignoring your tone on purpose. Slowly, you adjust yourself on his back so you don’t fall off and wait until he’s reached the top. Once he lets you down, you smack the back of his head.

He blocks it effortlessly, leaning in instead to kiss your cheek. There’s laughter on his breath as he checks you out once more.  “I hope you're ready for a lot of walking. I’ll have you know that we are very lost.”

“Are we?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Oh.” You think for a moment and look back at Wild. You end up chewing on your lip as well. “Are we in trouble?”

“You? No. Me? Most definitely.”

[c0smoshit]

Quiet hero ࣪.⋆ ♡

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Link x Reader

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥 ≫ The hero of Hyrule's life took a new path and he was happy as long as it involved you.

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ fluff, pure heart clenching fluff, slight angst, hugs, sobbing Link, loving kisses, not proofread

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ This Link could be any of them so imagine your favourite!

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 2.832

Purple, white, yellow, blue... those were the colors of the flowers in front of you, some stood tall and pretty while others chose to hide themselves in the shadows of others. Hyrule's fauna never ceased to amaze you, along with the beautiful little fairies or those glowy little bunnies that hopped around happily.

The afternoon sun hit your face as you bent down, taking a flower in your hand and caressing it tenderly. The breeze had turned a little cold but it was still pretty warm there.

You sighed out as your eyes spotted a particular flower just a few steps away from you. That was his flower, you had picked it up for him not so long ago. Smiling softly as you remembered his face when you showed him excitedly the delicate flower.

He was a busy man, after all he was the personal swordsman of the princess so he was always out, fighting and protecting Hyrule. Oh how you wished he had more time to spare with you, he was your friend after all. You both had known each other for so long already, yet you didn't have to be with each other always to feel like the other one hadn't grown tired of you.

He had taught you how to ride a horse, patiently guiding you through it despite your clumsiness. He also cooked for you, and it was a 50/50 situation in reality because you brought him the ingredients almost always.

Snapping out of your daze you looked up as a strange ruffling sound filled your ears. While quietly getting up and inspecting your surroundings, nothing seemed to appear until your eyes fell upon a hand that was sprawled out on the ground.

When you came closer to the strange body, your eyes widened as they came to vision with some blonde locks, ruffled up and messily placed on the boy's face.

"Link! "

Your voice filled his pointy ears as he turned his gaze to you, grunting lowly as he got up from the ground he recently had fallen on. Helping him get up you moved his hand to rest on top of your shoulders, holding his side with your other hand before looking at his face.

"What happened? Are you alright?"

He huffed out, mumbling a quiet "I'm fine" as he leaned into you as he breathed out. You quickly became worried of the state he was in right now, so you chose the best option and took him to your home that luckily wasn't very far away from there.

The way home was pretty silent as you thought it wasn't the best idea to talk to him right now knowing that he would definitely reply with a "Don't worry about it" "I'm fine" or he would just stay silent like he always did with everyone.

Everyone but you, you had listened to him talk with you, explaining to you how to grip your bow or your sword properly or even he told you about some of his recipes. He was mostly known for his quiet demeanor, choosing not to talk as to keep his royal swordsman reputation clean. But not with you.

"I got you"

You whispered out as you opened the door for him, entering with clumsy steps into your living room where you placed him down on the sofa. He relaxed into it and now, when the dim light of your lamp had shined upon his form, you could clearly see his state. And it wasn't good.

He had scratches all over his right forearm, some bruises on his other arm too and he also got a cut on top of his mouth, ending at his chin.

You quickly rumaged through your kitchen, telling him to wait right there as you took some bandages and wipes from a drawer. This wasn't the first time you had seen him like this but this was in fact, the first time you had treatted him inside your home. And you couldn't care less, he was injured and he had let you take care of him, the hero of Hyrule, the one and only had let you clean his wounds as he rested on your sofa.

You sat yourself beside him, carefully inspecting his arm first, pouring some liquid into a wipe and cleaning them before they got infected.

"I know sorry"

You told him as he hissed, biting his lip to surpress any sound that escaped his mouth. By now he had told you almost 15 times that he didn't need help, he was fine, it was just a scratch which you had told him that he was obviosly not.

As a child that had to grow up early, he had to learn how to manage himself in the wild, you didn't put a doubt to that, but the fact that he probably hadn't had any help before (and the one you offered was declined) made your heart shatter.

You just wanted to take care of him, really, like he had taken care of you when you needed it. When you had fallen from your horse he was already beside you, helping you get up as he dusted off your clothes. When you had cut your hand while trying to mimick one his recipes, he had already a bandage out that was firmly placed on your cut. When you had run into a monster while getting back home, his shield was out to protect you behind him.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?"

He shook his head, his eyes wandering down to his arms and muttering a quiet "thanks". It was obvious that he was tired, he had probably walked miles that day and fought countless creatures while doing so.

You stood up and went into your kitchen, making him a warm herbal tea you knew he liked. While waiting for the water to boil you couldn't help but to feel a warmth enveloping your heart at the sight of him resting on your sofa. He had his face pointed up towards the ceiling, his head felt backwards and his hair sprawled messily around your couch. His eyes were closed as he sat there, just breathing, his chest heaved lightly and you could see his obvious exhaustion.

You poured the hot drink into a cup and you walked into the sofa again, shaking his arm lightly for him to meet your eyes again. You handed him the cup and he silently drank, taking a small sip.

And he couldn't thank you enough for everything you were doing for him, hell he wasn't even able to express himself with words with anyone how could he do it with you?

You were the only person he liked to talk and be around with, you were just so... calm? No, that's definitely not the word to describe you. Kind? Yeah you were but... Charming? Obviously, you always knew how to get a smile out of him.

He couldn't describe you, but he could describe how you made him feel.

You always were an escape through the endless hours of fighting and taking care of Hyrule. You brought peace to him, he liked to be just a normal guy, and you treatted him like one.

When he came back home exhausted and you were there, picking some berries or just doing some chore outside, he couldn't help himself but to feel his heart flutter inside. You were just so... beautiful, your smile, your voice, the way your hair moved through the air, your giggles... goddess Hylia.

And the feeling of you taking care of him so gently, the warmth of your hands as they carefully cleaned his wounds, your soothing voice as you talked to him through it all. He felt like he was dreaming.

No one had managed to get that feeling inside of him, no one had treatted his wounds like you, no one had brought him a cup of tea with such a sweet smile like you did.

"So... What happened out there?"

His head snapped in your direction again, holding the cup down in his lap before he spoke with a groggy tone.

"Something just attacked me and I fell down, I can't remember their face. I must have- I must have lost conciousness"

He blurted out the last part, as if he was ashamed of telling you the truth. You put your hand on his shoulder reassuringly as you shifted yourself closer to him.

"I'm so sorry"

You paused a bit before speaking up again, his eyes meeting yours and your gaze fell on his cut. God you had forgotten about it, he opened his mouth again to speak but you cut him off as you grabbed the wipe again.

It was indeed a deep cut, you figured out that it needed some stitches. So you grabbed them and started inspecting the wound again. From your position in the couch it would be a mess if you stitched him up now, and you didn't wanna ruin his precious face. So an idea popped in your mind, but you blushed ferveshly at the thought.

"Do you mind if I...?"

You muttered out shyly, your voice lowering at the end of the sentence as you pointed to his lap. He didn't really know what you meant but he shook his head and when you slowly sat on top of him, his eyes went wide. He hadn't expected such a move from you but he didn't mind, hell, having you so close to him was like a blessing.

His ears were red and he didn't even feel the pain of the stitches. All that was in his mind right now was you, your soft hands touching his face so gently, the smell of your hair, Hylia he could smell all of you right now. But he put those thoughts away, what was happening to him? You were his friend, Should he think like this about a friend?

"Almost done"

The tea was forgotten on top of your small wooden table as you placed the last stitch. His hands were placed near your thighs, not daring to touch them like the gentleman he was.

Your face was red too, his warm breath fanning your neck as you sat on top of the hero of Hyrule. How many girls would kill to be in your place?? You weren't stupid, you knew that many young ladies sent him love letters or they fantasied about him. And it kind of... hurt? Would he end up falling in love with one of them? Well you didn't think so but then, there was Zelda. Were they in a relationship? Link never really told you anything about her, just that she was the Princess and he was his personal guard. But you saw the way she looked at him, how she cared about him. Would he leave you for her?

You shoved away those thoughts, leave you? You were his friend, not his lover. Hylia you were going insane, you couldn't keep your mind away from him and having him bellow you right now didn't really help. He moved, shifting himself upwards as to get a more comfortable position. For how long have you been sitting on top of him after you had already done what you needed to do?

"Oh, sorry I-"

You tried to get up from your position, but two hands kept you from doing so, firmly placed near your knees. Your hands fell into his shoulders for support as you stared confusedly into his hands before looking at his face again.

"Stay"

His words made you freeze on your spot, he was telling you to... stay? Your mouth hung open slightly, not knowing what to say or what to ask.

"Please"

It was the first time you had heard his voice in such an emotional tone. But you did as you were told imediately, your eyes were on each other, your hands around the other, his breath tickling softly your face.

It was the first time you had experienced this kind of closeness with him, he was always reserved with everyone. A taciturn man who only seemed to care about his chores, but yet he was begging you to stay here with him, to have you close to him.

His eyes began tearing up and before a tear could escape his gorgerous blue eyes, he looked down to his lap, silently wishing that you hadn't noticed.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

He didn't dare to look into your eyes, feeling ashamed of crying in front of you. He was supposed to stay strong like he was taught to, but instead he busted into tears right in front of you.

What kind of hero busted into tears so easily?

Your hand cupped his chin, making him face you as you stared down at him with a reassuring smile before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You had hugged him before, but why did this time felt different?

"It's okay, cry yourself out if you need to"

Your whispered words only made it worse for him, hiding his face on your neck as he sobbed into it. He held you so tightly like he was afraid you were going to vanish in front of him. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried himself out into someone and he didn't even know why he was crying.

It was all just a mess of emotions bottled up inside of him that happened to leak out with you.

He didn't know if it was your hand that was softly playing with his hair, drawing soothing circles, or how pretty you looked under the moonlight. But he wanted needed to feel you closer to him.

"I won't go anywhere, I'm here with you"

His face was staring at yours now, puffy eyes and red cheeks. Your hand slowly became in touch with his face, wiping out his tear stained cheek. You were so gentle and caring with him it hurt, he didn't really know how to react, no one had seen him cry like this.

You both didn't know when or how but your faces inched closer to each other, finally closing the gap you both had restrained yourselves to close.

Your heart drummed hardly inside of your chest as you pressed yourself closer to him, getting lost on the feeling of his lips enveloping yours. It felt so good all the feelings you had to hide finally setting free, his lips were a bit dry but you couldn't care less when you could soak them up yourself.

His hands rested on your waist as he held you tightly, pulling out to breathe before diving right back into the kiss, smiling when he heard your muffled surprised gasp. He needed to feel your lips again, Hylia, he had wanted to do this for so long, to finally feel your soft lips on his own ones. He never wanted to let go of you.

When he pulled off, his eyes teared up again, his emotions no longer able to control themselves as he stared at you with such a loving gaze.

"Why are you crying now?"

You asked as you giggled softly, your own eyes tearing up before he laughed too, mumbling an "I don't know". He hugged you tightly again, pressing his chest into yours to feel your racing heartbeat.

He had loved you for so long now, he just didn't know how to express those feelings to you or even understand them himself. But if he had to choose anyone to experience this new feeling with, it had to be you. And this just felt so right, he felt a tingling sensation inside of his guts only by the thought of you, a warmth inside his heart.

No one could make his heart beat as quick as you did, no one could bring a smile to his face whenever you made a pun or ruffled his hair. You were just so precious in his eyes, he could be a normal boy with you without thinking of his chores or his liabilities.

And those eyes, those beatiful eyes of yours that stared such sweetly at him, he might have melted on spot whenever you looked at him. The way you moved with such an energy. Your enthusiasm to learn new things with him even after failing. He admired you.

That night was filled with love and tears, the moonlight casting over your bodies and the tea long forgotten beside both of you. You both felt asleep into each others arms and rhythmic breaths. He couldn't wait to discover this new romantic path as long as it was with you.

[ginger375]

LUtober Day 31: Costume

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“So what is this we’re going to?”

“It’s Tarrey Town’s fall festival and It’s a costume party, which means you all need costumes.” Wild opened up three trunks stuffed full of clothes,

“We can’t just go as heroes?” Twilight asked before being booed by everyone in the room. “Fine, sheesh!”

Wild stepped back as his brothers descended on his wardrobe. If he had a lot of outfits when he first met them, he was overflowing with them now.

“Wild, you are never getting this back,” Warriors said in awe as he posed in the mirror. He was utterly captivated by the Frostbite set, adjusting the blue horn headpiece and looking over his shoulder to check out the backless top.

Legend had gone oddly silent at the Cece hat, eyes wide and jaw slack. “This isn’t a hat, it’s a work of art,” he finally murmured when he could form words again.

“I’m sure there’s an outfit that goes with it in here somewhere,” WIld said, rooting through the trunk. With an aha and a flourish, he pulled out one of Cece’s mushroom patterned dresses. Legend took the dress and went silent again before stripping down to put it on.

“Ooooh, I like this,” Sky said as he held up the Glide mask before digging out the rest of the set.

Four had pulled out the Miner’s helmet and seemed quite happy with just that, while Wind called dibs on the bokoblin mask. They were running around snarling at each other.

Twilight chose the Barbarian set, which made everyone groan and roll their eyes, to which Twilight stuck out his tongue and set the headpiece on his brow. It suited him, to be fair.

“Find something you like?” Wild asked Time, who was holding up the Ember headpiece. 

“This is quite impressive,” Time said as he looked it over. “Are you sure you’re okay with us borrowing them?”

“I still have that other mask you recognized way back when, if you want that instead?” Wild asked.

Time chuckled. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll go with this one.”

Hyrule looked over Time’s shoulder at the glowing horns. “Are there any other outfits with a headpiece like that?” Hyrule asked

Wild gave him a grin and pulled out the Charged set. “Best part is, you don’t need shoes.”

Hyrule’s eyes lit up as he ran his fingers over the fabric and the headdress. “There’s some serious magic woven into this,” he said.

“Only during a lightning storm,” Wild said cryptically.

Once everyone had donned their costumes, they gathered at the door to make the walk around the hill to Tarrey Town.

“Wild, you don’t have a costume on,” Wind pointed out.

“Oh no, mine is the best,” Wild said as he held up a strangle looking belt. He put it on and a second later Wild was gone, replaced by a seven-foot-tall cat man thing.

Every jaw in the room dropped, to which the cat man gave a thumbs up and headed for the door.

It took several seconds for the group to break out of their stupor and chase after Wild before he got too far ahead.

[majorproblems77]

ITS LU UPDATE TIME!!!

AND IT IS ALL ABOUT SKY AND IM SO EXCITED :DDDDD

You know what that means! It means a long post by me! :D

Cant wait to be excited about my blorbo for like 30 minutes, so sit get some popcorn and like some earplugs cause i will try to contain my screaming but I've been waiting for more Sky stuff and I'm so excited!!!!

For point, and because I keep forgetting, all the panels I'll be talking about belong to JoJo and @linkeduniverse

Let's do this!

Alright lets get this out of the way first, I love some parallels right, So as per usual, if I need a panel from anything prior I'll let you know where it's from!

So what do you think he asked him.

Hey sir! Have you seen a guy with a big flag on his back going way to fast come through there?

Man is just like, oh yeah he went that way past the forge that your other weird fellows were at earlier.

He run, Then he hero stop. Power pose activated, target acquired. Then he run some more

Run my blorbo run!

Genuinely interested in what exactly this is, Is it a map? Is it a list of places? Is it a paper with time shift shenanigans in it?

I'm not versed in the postman, Is this normal, or did he do this cause he heard Sky and wanted him to think he was waiting?

This face has be dead. (/pos) I love him so much my dear blorbo its been too long since we saw you last.

Putting this together for 1 reason

Postman is a dick, Sky was so close, That can't be more than 10 or so metres at most. Poor man ran across Town out of town to catch up to you for you to go sprinting off into the woods, and my man is full on Olympic sprinting to deliver this mail geesus.

Also, the compulsory return of the king 🧍, Sky is the king of this pose and will not be beaten. Although Legend comes pretty close.

God the expressions in this update are top tier, Sky is just so expressive. Right now, Man is thinking why he does this to himself.

I'm fucking cackling, this art is amazing and Jojo's sister did an amazing job. Like I feel like I can hear this picture with that teasing tone that my siblings would use on me when we were younger. God I love it.

So even though Sky is looking towards Legend here, so I'm totally under the impression that Legend said Wahhhh, and Hyrule said I cant run. As Hyrule was with wars When they got split up initally. Poor Sky, man has become the butt of jokes. Im glad Four is giving them a look, He doesn't look impressed. Its okay Sky, you've got a friend in Four behind you. :D

War's is the real MVP of this arc in my opinion, Man has been in charge of the ragtag chain while Time has been out of action looking over Twilight. He's at the end of his tether.

Part of me wonders if this is going to impact his fighting going forward? Maybe he'll slip up because he's so stressed. He knows not all of them are knighted. These heroes he is with are NOT soldiers and he can't treat them as such.

And this sentence. Don't Interrupt! sounds like he is scolding rowdy recruits, rather than fellow heroes.

Which if you think about it, Sky is giving essentially a scouting report here, He scouted ahead and has returned to speak about his findings. War's is a captain, in his era he's a commanding officer. He's taken reports of this kind before.

Having a panel with Time, Wild and Twilight in Gives me more life than i think i give it credit for. (I am in the crowd that there's a family connection between these three.)

It's also nice to see Wild, like genuinely smiling.

Moving on

Hero pose again! :D

I love this man

These panels are very important to me so give me a moment while I explain.

Sky probably has her words engrained in his mind. You can see the questioning look, and thinking. "Is this going to work?"

That eternal dream That he's talking about, he knows her power is faded, but he's going to try anyway. I just didn't think he would use it to track what I can only assume is the postman.

It's really nice to have Sky's relationship with the master sword put on display. It means a lot to me and has brought me great Joy through this update.

He cares about her. And even if she can't talk to him anymore. He still trusts her to lead him true.

And this panel breaks my heart! Something inside of him probably really hoped Fi would speak to him or give him more of an indication. Sky looks so sad.

I just wanna hug him, and tell him it'll be alright. He's probably thinking about turning around at this point. Maybe he's thinking about how some members of the chain perceive Fi.

A soulless weapon.

(Or maybe im thinking too much into this)

The way his faith is restored!

Fi did lead him! She did! She's still there somewhere, and his shock! Oh my boy. My sweet blorbo,

And having used like super zoom on that last panel, MY BOY IS SMILING! :D

RUN BLORBO RUN I BELIEVE IN YOU!

(Also appreciation for the full body shot's we've got of Sky from this update, I love it so much I love him so much.)

Did I go hunting for the references, Yes I Did.

I think the following area is the area where they pull Twilight too, rather than the battle field and he then moved on from here to get to the battle field.

From sunset pt4

The pillar behind Sky has the only slant I can think of. It looks to be the same angle, but that could just be me.

If it is that location, it might be closer to that battlefield than we originally (Or at least I originally) assumed.

(If you've got any other places let me know!)

God i love him

Blorbo beloved! Is about as shocked as i am with the whole Mailman thing.

The confidence of this man is unreal. He's ready, he's moving he's going. He's going and ain't going to stop.

Me absolutely yelling at how this portal looks, it so ANGRY, But we know the Shadow is pissed right now. And if the shadow is making these portals and he's angry. I think the chain might be in for a surprise as they move on to the next location.

Which if I have to be honest. I think is going to be Skyloft. I think we are moving into a Sky arch, having had a Twilight Arc. (I also really want to see Skyloft in this universe, and there's an opportunity here. We've had more master sword things. We've had Sky content. who knows where Jojo will take this next, but I'm excited either way.)

Finally back to the chain! :D

The gremlins return :D

Wind's little 3:< face as he's thinking is giving the energy of an upcoming detective arch, He is thinking and he is thinking HARD okay.

Poor Sky. Man has been running around doing all the hard work while the rest of them just enjoy themselves. Hyrule especially is kinda like 'Ohhh... our bad...'

It's actually a kinda guilty look, maybe he feels a little bad about the teasing from earlier?

Now i gotta mention the potion thing, cause its just so damn funny not too. Sky my blorbo slow down you are gonna choke on the stamina potion.

But.

I want to focus on War's here.

And Wild too.

These two. These two are important.

Wild has gone from happy and chill vibes to Oh shit real quick.

After everything he put into the Shadow, while the shadow was injured and watched as the thing exploded. It just decided to come back or something. And Wild, here I imagine is thinking, "How was that not enough..."

Now Wars.

War's is Stood not looking at anything, In fact, I think he's looking past Time. The last thing he said was a two word scolding but apart from that he's been awfully quiet. Now he looks like he's thinking. He's closed off, protective.

The only time I can see where he does this is when he's in what I'm going to call, 'Captain mode.' So, When he's flicked something in his head that tells him he has to be a knight.

He dosent do it often, in fact from what I can see he does it 4 other times.

In order

Devine dark reflections pt 8 - when he's talking about knighthood with Sky and Hyrule

Sunset pt11 - When talking about Wild, and the fact that he's left

Sunset pt13 - When speaking to Twilight about pulling his own weight

Dawn pt 2 - when Twilight is talking about the team they are.

And now here in Dawn 7 - Where they are discussing the fact that an enemy they fought escaped or survived.

All conversations I would assume a captain would have to have with his men at one point or another. I wonder what He's thinking here. It's got me thinking.

Woah, So this took me longer than I thought. I am on the 4-hour mark now. Lmaoooo

Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for listening to me ramble for like 20 minutes.

And just remember

Sky is the sweet bestest blorbo beloved and I love him. :D

Thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

[legendofmorons]

Sick day (Twilight)

This is the second place prize of my 300 follower event for @mickleloaf

Pairing: Twilight x Reader, chain & reader

Rating: G

Summary: You've under the weather, so of clothes the boys take care of you as best they can.

Warnings: being ill,

Other: If I missed anything please let me know! And mickleloaf of this isn't what you envisioned please let me know.

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You leave the doctor's office with a packet that contains your diagnosis, symptoms, and how to care for yourself. Thankfully, your hyrule has free healthcare, so all you've got to do is go buy some over the counter meds and try to take it easy.

And also find a way to eat your food in a liquid form if possible. Maybe a blender or protein shakes?

Definitely soup.

Possibly smoothies?

You'll figure it out.

You find Twilight and Time waiting for you outside the building, both men having their arms crossed as they lean against it. Their conversation is quiet, but you can tell it's pleasant.

Twilight sees you first and flashes you a smile. "Hey, darlin'."

You wave, deciding it's not worse trying to use your voice again if you don't have to. It's so hoarse it's hard to hear anyway. Not to mention that it hurts.

"Are you feeling worse?" Time asks, pushing off the wall and closing the space between you.

He sets the back of his hand on your forehead. "You're warm.... You can have another dose of fever medicine in about an hour. We should get you back."

"He's right. Did the doctor give you anything to help?" Twilight asks, reaching out to take your hand gently.

You hold up the packet in answer.

"Oh- I can't read that. Does it have instructions?" Time asks, squinting at the words.

You nod, cracking a smile as you watch both him and your boyfriend try to read the words through sheer power of will alone.

It's sweet that they're ignoring the several severe changes to the language since their time.

Also, very silly.

But it's just very them. They are always taking care of people. Especially their loved ones.

"Can- well... Maybe Wild can help." Twilight suggests after a pause, "His time is the closest to yours in language and all."

You nod again. Hopefully, Wild can tell the others what to do. Even if it isn't perfect, he should at least get the jist.

"Let's head back. Wild's making your favorite soup." Time says, "We'll ride this 'bus' again."

"Time you sound so old." Twilight says with a grin, "Just say bus."

"I did."

"Okay. Let's just get (Y/n) to a bed. Poor thing could use some rest." Twilight says, squeezing your hand in affection.

You rest your head against his shoulder for a moment before straightening back up. Now, the task of getting two ancient heroes back to the hotel you're staying at by using modern transportation. This is fun.

You pass the packet to Time and grab your phone to pull up the bus app with the schedule, route plotting, and your digital prep-aid card.

They follow your lead and restrain themselves from outright gawking at all the things they're unused to.

Every few moments, one or both of them will look to the packet again, brows knitting.

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Once you've navigated through the trials that public transportation brought, you finally make it to the room you're sharing with Twilight, Wild, and Wind.

You collapse onto the bed you're sharing with Twilight, thankful that Time is handling, giving the packet to Wild. You just want a break.

"You want some water, love bug?" Twilight asks, watching you with sympathy as he shifts his weight.

You nod. Water is good. Even if swallowing hurts, it's better than being dehydrated on top of all of this.

Twilight goes and grabs your water bottle before filling it and bringing it back to you. "Here you go, darlin'. Careful now. I don't want you to spill it, I know you don't like wet clothes."

You nod, flashing him a thankful smile. You take the bottle and uncapped it before taking a swig.

You wince as you swallow, but it's over quickly. You know this is just how it is for right now.

You readjust to be sitting under the covers, eyes roving the pastel walls of the hotel.

"Alright. So this says (Y/n)'s got - two things real wrong with their throat. I think it says Tonsil-pain? Anyway, their voice might be hard to use. They might run hotter than usual, and their throat is going to hurt. A few other things I don't quite know... oh, and a list of medications that will help are on here." Wild explains, brows knitting as he puzzles out the words a little further.

The others all share a look, and then their gaze shift to you. The way they all seem worried is touching- but you know that with modern medicine, you'll be okay.

They don't seem to understand that, though.

"I'll see if I can't ease the pain, at least." Hyrule says, "They look ready to keel over if they weren't sitting."

"Good idea." Wild says with a nod.

"You need more blankets." Legend says firmly, pulling a comforter out of the room's closet. "Take this."

You blink at him. You're a little chilly, but this is not what you had expected. You'd expected playful teasing.

You do appreciate this, though. It's sweet and it's very nice to know he cares.

Legend and Twilight each take a side of the new blanket and spread it over you gently.

Twilight presses a kiss to your temple while he's bent down.

You smile at him as he straightens back up.

"I made tea." Hyrule says, bringing over a chamomile based tea.

Hyrule has fixed it, so you will at least drink it. If you like tea, he's made it how you like it. If you don't like tea, he's made it taste bearable.

"Thank you." You manage to croak, throat thoroughly protesting use.

"Save your voice." Time says gently.

Hyrule smiles at you as he hands you the tea. Knowing he's used Faerie magic to make it better for your throat. Short cuts to healing and all that.

"Anytime, (Y/n)." The traveler says, pressing a hand to your shoulder before falling back to sit on the other bed.

Twilight sits down on the empty side of the bed, paying special attention to make sure he dosen’t jostle you too much.

"Wild and I aren't going to find the medications your doctor recommended." Warriors says from where he's been watching over you.

"Be careful." Twilight calls as he watches both knights leave.

You just look around, taking another sip of the tea. It's- nice to be taken care of. The way the boys all come together to make sure you're okay is- well, you wouldn't call them anything but family now.

"Do you want anything else?" Wind asks, legs swinging from where he sits on the room's dresser.

You shake your head. You don't want anything else, really. Two of the boys are out to grab you some medicine. The others are all here watching over you. And Twilight is holding your had gently.

Of all the ways to be sick- there are certainly worse.

Time just starts cleaning up from tea and such, making quick work of any mess.

"Would you like to watch something?" Sky asks, sort of aware of television and how it works. But the concept still seems to confuse him.

You nod, giving a grateful smile. They're all so considerate.

Time brings you the remote and goes to start figuring out how the shower works here - this is the first shower tub combo he's seen in the modern world.

You pick your favorite channel and turn the volume to your preferred sound level.

After you set it up, you take another drink of tea before settling in for a more permanent position.

The boys settle around the room. Wind stays on the dresser while Time and sky take the couch. Four, Hyrule, and Legend take the other bed.

Twilight's just squeezing your hand in his gently.

When you look at him, he looks so soft- so genuinely in love. It's amazing.

You take a slow, deep breath and take this moment in. The whole thing.

And yeah, you still feel gross. Your throat still hurts. And the exhaustion still rests in your bones. But, you aren't alone.

And between the tea, the warmth in your heart, and the careful care of your friends- you know you'll get better.

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You are asleep when Warriors and Wild retrun with the medications that your doctor had suggested. Which leaves someone the task of waking you.

Which no one wants to do - you seem so peaceful as you sleep.

But Twilight takes the role, gently shaking your shoulder as he says, "(Y/n)? C'mon darlin'. You gotta get up."

You open your eyes, giving a soft rumble of displeasure. Which unfortunately does agitate your throat.

"We have your medicine." Warriors says, holding up a bag from the drugstore nearest to you guys.

You nod, pushing to sit up in bed.

Wild gives you the medicine, figuring you'll be able to give yourself the proper doses since he can't quite figure it out.

So you take your medicine before passing it back to Wild and taking the offered bowl of your favorite soup from Time.

Twilight presses a kiss to your cheek, "I hope you feel better soon, (Y/n)."

[faroreskiss]

The Hero, The Guilt and The Chocolate

Summary: Days of peace were still upon you, but you had to ruin it with your thoughts of the previous life you had. Time tries to calm you down, but not in a way one would expect. Oh Nayru, how do you explain a typical office job to someone like Link? Or corporate slavery?

Based on this fic. Can be read stand alone.

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Ah… Winter was finally here, or was it already leaving? It was proving really difficult to tell with all the portals making you jump from one place to the other. You never thought different times would also mean different seasons.

It was getting… tiring, no, exhausting… mundane, even? You never thought this could happen. Here you were, pretty much risking your life every day you went out, even for a walk, with your favorite heroes, even involved with one or two (or three?) in a situationship way.

You were dealing with magic, learning a language that doesn't even exist where you come from, acting as an interpreter, trying (not) to reveal mysteries of all Links. And now you were saying to yourself that it was getting… boring?

Oh how weird human nature is. 

A few of you were staying in the Forge in Hyrule Town tonight and sleeping on makeshift beds prepared by the Smith’s grandpa. Old Man insisted that you were all fine, that you had bedrolls, to no avail. 

Of course now was one of the calmer times, albeit rare. You took the mug of hot chocolate you prepared in silence in the small kitchenette and looked around the room. You liked the silence of the forge, except the gentle crackling of fire… And of course, the lowkey snore of the Sailor, who somehow managed to roll himself ON the Captain like a ragdoll.

You were pretty sure he was aware, any of them would be. They were all seasoned adventurers who probably had to be vigilant as they slept outside, having a “bunny sleep” as they said where you came from. Instead of rolling him off, the Captain simply let him. A smile cracked near your lips as you turned to look outside.

You watched the snow slowly gather on the hills, covering the ground like cotton candy, the steam coming off the mug fogging the window. Roofs of the small houses and shops in the town were also slowly building a layer of snow on their thatched tops. How long would it last?

You thought of the routine of the people who live in Hyrule Town. A simple life. If not for the current adventure, the Smith would also have a similar one. Wake up in the morning, have breakfast, go to the Forge and work through the orders, spend some time with Zelda, talk to Minish… 

You sighed. Wasn’t it also how your life was when you were in Post Calamity Hyrule? A simple routine, plenty of fresh air, time dedicated to learning. It was boring, but you liked “the boring”. It was such an awkward feeling to miss your previous “life”, even though you had another one before it.

Your “real” life. Where you had to wake up before dawn, get into crowded buses, have coffee as breakfast, sit on a chair a minimum of 8 hours a day, deal with people you’d rather not see, and make ends meet. Spend time with a loved one if you could find the energy. In the end, be so exhausted that you did not really have time for what mattered. 

You sighed. Of course it wasn’t that simple.

“Couldn’t sleep?” the high baritone voice of the blonde gently spoke as he also sat down next to the window. Link.

“Just craved some chocolate,” you replied. It wasn’t exactly the truth, but not a lie either.

He understood and didn’t question it further, he also looked a bit nostalgic, his one open cerulean eye tinted with yearning for something far away.

“Wanna taste?” you offered your mug after you took a sip. So creamy and just sweet enough to not burn your throat.  “It tastes even better than genuine Belgian chocolate,”

He nodded thanks and gladly and took it to his lips. A glint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

“The milk in this…” he trailed off and then took another sip.

You gave him a lopsided smile. Of course, the world of Smithy also had a LonLon Ranch. 

“... is indeed high quality,” you completed his sentence.

He chuckled to himself and returned the smile. 

“Now that the pleasantries are over, what’s on your mind?”

You bit your lip. He never beat around the bush, you didn’t even fight back.

“I mean, aren’t you also a bit worried about the calm before the storm situation we have in our hands? It has been some time since there was a portal or any report of monsters,” you tried to change the subject, you didn’t know to what extent you can bore the Hero of Time.

The Hero of Time.

“I won’t lie and say it doesn’t bother me, but one should take the opportunity given and use it to rest.” he answered cautiously yet unconvinced. 

He knew it wasn’t good to push you too much for answers, as you might spill something that can be about his fate. Even after a few years, it wasn’t clear to the rest of the Chain how much you actually knew about each of them. 

“Link… I don’t want to burden you, it’s just stuff about my old life” you had a distant look in your eyes, thinking about the past. The future. 

“I won’t pry, but know that I will lend an ear if you require it,” he put a hand on your shoulder as he looked into your eyes.

Din damn you, handsome blonde. Of course you would just spill everything. You were willing to do it anyway.

“You would think I’d miss my life and be in agony all the time, but…” Other than the fact that here I am with my favorite boys , you didn’t say out loud, “I do miss home , but also, on the days we have peace like this, I do appreciate the simplicity. I didn’t have that where I came from,” you started.

“I wouldn’t count the risk to life as simplicity, but well…” he raised an eyebrow. 

“I mean overall…” you paused for a second. “You know, the simple life. Wake up, do things, spend time with loved ones, sleep?”

Oh Nayru, how do you explain a typical office job to someone like Link? He might not understand that perhaps, but he can understand “adult” you supposed.

He nodded. “… I miss the ranch and after finally having the simple life I desire, it does make me feel frustrated to be apart from it once again. I miss it too.” 

“Yes but have you ever thought, ‘Damn I am so sick of this I just want some time to myself’ after a day in the ranch?” you were just probing another line of inquiry.

He chuckled the way you phrased it with such passion. “On the days I had to deal with cuccos specifically, I suppose.” 

“So I assume you would spend your whole day in the Ranch, with Malon, have some time with Epona, sometimes go to Castle Town, the forest and such?” 

He was curious to see where this was going. 

“Pretty much, yes. Simple and quiet.” he nodded.

“Admit it, didn’t you get bored of it, ever?” you deadpanned. 

“What? Why?” he looked a bit scandalized by your question, but you pressed on this time.

“Come on Link, be honest now.” you had a grin. He took the mug to his lips again as he rolled his eyes.

“Fine, sometimes it CAN get boring but not in a way you think it is, I love my wife and the ranch,” he protested mockingly as he drank the rest.

“.. But you already knew this, so what’s your point?” he looked back at you.

“Of course I know what you mean. It’s just, it is something you worked hard for in life and you love it, yet even that can feel mundane sometimes, that’s normal,” you held a finger almost to his lips to hush him as he was about to open his mouth again.

“Or you can be so in-love with your partner, but sometimes, as cruel as it can sound, you might need some alone time,” you added.

“Because you know you love them and they know you love them, there is trust,” he replied.

“Precisely, hence also why you can bear the distance a bit better, it is an established love, not taken for granted,” you winked. You could swear there was a bit of pink in his cheeks as he turned his gaze away, but maybe it was because of the hot chocolate.

You signed again.

“Now imagine, that you are still doing something you like but now you absolutely HAVE to do it, and after a day of it you are so exhausted that you can’t do other things you like, at least not as much of it,” you continued.

He was listening intently.

“Every day, almost the same, nothing new, and very limited time to create something new. After studying for almost 20 years… Mind you, I was… or am still one of the privileged ones over there. While studying I didn’t have enough of the material resources to do some of the things I liked but had some time. Then after I finished, I had the material resources but not the time,” 

You spoke in one breath. 

“And I was or am practically expected to keep doing this until I am an old lady, unless I win the lottery of some sorts or go into some other ventures,” 

You guessed this was a good enough explanation for someone in his situation to understand. The word “corporate slavery” came to mind, but it was too early for that.

“...I see,” he replied, sensing you still have more to say.

“And I… have or had, a… uhm, romantic partner…”

He perked up a bit, he suspected it since he overheard your talk with the Champion, but tried not to let it show. He was aware of your involvement with the Champion, and even possibly with the Rancher. 

“...in your world, you mean?”

You grimly nodded.

“I still don’t know if I will ever see them again. And what will happen once I do,” 

You gulped, trying to fight the tears of guilt and shame back. You thought you shattered his image of you. Cheating on your partner. A deep breath.

“Y/N”

You looked back at him, his expression unreadable.

“I can’t know or claim to understand the exact thing you are going through. We all have our burdens. But…”

Oh there it was, the judgment was about to be passed. 

“If they are YOUR partner, they would understand. But only you will be and can be the judge of your own,” 

He wasn’t done. 

“We all know the noble love stories where one waits for the other for a lifetime, I assume they also exist where you come from, yes?”

You nodded, holding back a sniffle.

“That’s all they are, stories, legends.”

So are you , you wanted to tell him.

“Look, Y/N. I would give my life for Malon.”

You never heard him speak like this. 

“But If I were to be thrown off between different worlds and time, with no absolute guarantee that I would find my way back to her…”

You waited patiently.

You could see that it made even his eyes foggy. He kept looking outside the window, touching his own scars without realizing.

“...Time heals all wounds, even if it leaves scars. And scars, they hurt. (Y/N), you were gone for years from your own world with no way back in sight, and then thrown into another adventure,”

He turned back to you again.

“I believe, even I might not be able to stop my heart from fluttering again, if I were to be in your shoes,”

The tears were streaking your cheeks now. The guilt came back to haunt you again.

“But now, what if there is a way for me to get back?” your lips trembled. “How will I face them?”

“A friend once told me that the flow of time is cruel, you can’t prevent it from affecting you, in a good or in a bad way. When the time comes, you might have to face the consequences,” he said, as a matter of fact. It felt cold like the winter air outside.

“To them, I am a lost person for years. But there is always the possibility that if I ever can get back, it will just be as I left it…”  you trailed off.

The Old Man nodded. 

“Don’t forget, time also could be flowing for them too, but knowing you, I’m sure there will be a way to reconcile. Together, or seperate.”

That’s why you liked this Link. He never tried to spoil and calm you with sweet words or false promises. He said what he thought as it was. That was his way of showing he cared.

That didn’t help the pang of guilt that threatened to boil in your stomach, but at least you felt calmer.

He got up and walked to his bedroll to pick up a blanket, and for some reason, still smoking hot mug of chocolate.

“Come, let’s go out a bit.”

You both sat down on the bench in front of the forge, wrapped up together in his blanket. He gave you the mug to keep your hands warm. You put your head on his shoulder. He adjusted the blanket a bit more for the both of you, and gazed into the stars between the clouds.

“Thank you, Link.” 

“I’m sorry I can’t fix things, but I will be here to listen.”

You smiled.

“But Y/N, there is something,”

“Yeah?”

“What is ‘Belguain chocolate’?”

You let out a guffaw.

[minty-mumbles]

Stretched Tight

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It was entirely Wild’s fault that he’d been caught unawares. He should have been paying more attention. If he had, then maybe he could have avoided being laid low in front of his guests.

And not just any guests, oh no. This wasn’t Zelda or Bolson, or even any of the other inhabitants of Hateno village. The heroes of the ancient past had come to call and were currently sitting around his dining table.

His mind was still reeling from it. The heroes of legend were here, in his house. It was nearly unbelievable, if not for the fact that Link could see them with his own two eyes.

Nearly unbelievable, if not for the fact that when he’d looked at them for the first time, something had sparked deep inside of him and he could see that spark clearly resonating in their eyes. 

Their forms- tense and weary after traveling for days nonstop to find him- had relaxed ever so slightly at the feeling. That spark of instinctual recognition had been a new feeling to Wild, and strange. But to the men and boys clustered around his door, it had only confirmed what they’d hoped for when they’d seen the sign out front, proclaiming the house’s owner to be named Link. 

When the man at the front of the group- dressed in full plate armor and with a wicked scar stretching over his eye, but his gaze impossibly kind anyways- had asked if the group could enter his home, Wild had allowed it without a second thought. 

Usually, Wild would be more cautious. The Yiga were still a constant threat, after all, and people who didn’t want to kill him could be just as dangerous.

But somehow, when he had seen these men, he’d known that they intended no harm to him. Though the group had shown up to his door armed to the teeth, Wild felt deep in his gut that these people didn’t want to hurt him, and Wild always trusted his gut. His instincts had saved him countless times, and they were rarely wrong.

It had been hours since the group arrived, and the long shadows of the evening had crept over the land without the house’s inhabitants noticing or caring. (But the night had grown dark unusually fast, and the air had gotten cold, and slightly damp. Wild had even gotten up to start a fire at one point as the chill crept in. Why hadn’t he paid attention to the warning signs of rain?)

Wild had needed minimal proof to believe what they had told him. The sword that the hero of the skies carried had been enough, especially once he’d held it and heard a faint voice echoing through his mind, naming him the hero of the wilds. 

He remembered- as rare as that was- a time when Zelda had asked him if he heard the voice inside the sword. He hadn’t been able to speak in order to answer her then, but Wild knew his answer would’ve been no. He hadn’t been able to hear the spirit inside the sword before he died and certainly hadn’t heard her after. But he could hear her now. It was every bit as wonderful as he’d thought it would be to have that last confirmation that he was indeed worthy of being called a hero.

But now it was dark outside. The conversion had turned away from what they knew of the shadow’s plans and Wild being asked to join them. (He’d said yes with only a moment’s thought. He could not deny them. Not about this.) Now they dwelled on lighter topics.

The two members of the group- the Hero of the Wind and the Hero of Legend- were arguing over what they should do for dinner. Wind seemed adamant that someone should go up to the pond Wild had mentioned was at the top of the hill behind his house and try to fish. Legend, who Wild could already tell was a bit of a grouch, said that they should head into town and see if anyone was selling a hot dinner. The argument was light-hearted, and Wild could tell there were no hard feelings between the two, even when it got heated. 

The Hero of Twilight had returned outside to put his horse in Wild’s small stable, the Hero of Hyrule joining him. The Hero of the Four Sword was carefully inspecting the weapons on the wall, thankfully being cautious and not touching, which eased Wild’s anxieties. 

“It could take ages for you to catch something up at that pond. We don’t even know if there are fish there! We can get food in town quicker.” Legend sounded agitated, but the rest of the heroes seemed unfazed by how red he was getting in his anger, so Wild figured it must be a common occurrence.

All Wind could muster in response to that was petulant “Fish tastes better,”  while defiantly sticking out his tongue in Legend's direction, prompting an offended noise from the veteran.

Wild thought it strange that they hadn’t asked him, their host, if he would be willing to cook for them, but perhaps it was sweet that they didn’t want to impose on him. He stood, opening his mouth to tell them he was willing to cook dinner for them, even cook up some of the fish he had stocked away in his slate. He was stopped as he felt the blood rush from his head as he stood.

He staggered slightly. Unfortunately, Wild was more familiar with this lightheaded feeling than he would’ve liked. His arms automatically came up to catch himself on the table and stop his head from slamming into it. A wheezy breath escaped him as everything he’d been putting off slammed into him all at once.

Standing up had made everything worse all at once, yes, but he should’ve realized what was happening a while ago. The slight tugging sensation at the corner of his mouth when he talked and the stiffness in his arm had been telltale warning signs. He should have paused the conversation the second his jaw had felt stiff and excused himself to go take some painkillers. 

They would have taken time to kick in, and by the time he would have had to excuse himself to bed, it would have been a more reasonable hour to sleep

But he hadn’t. Instead, he’d allowed himself to get distracted by the conversation he’d been in. He'd allowed himself to dismiss the warning signs, telling himself that it wasn’t that bad yet. He’d even dismissed the signs that it would rain soon, which he knew would make him feel even worse. 

To be fair, their conversation had been riveting. He doubted anyone would have been able to tear themselves away from the heroes’ explanation of the journey they were on. He couldn’t really blame himself. (Except he could, and he did.)

But now he was slumped over, bracing his forearms on the table and keeping himself from collapsing through sheer will alone. His skin felt as if it was being stretched out over a tanning rack, continuously tugged tight, and he felt like he could feel each beat of his heart as it pushed blood through his head.

His scars had been tight today to begin with. Not horribly. Not enough to be painful. But still enough to be concerning. He’d planned to do his daily stretches before dinner instead of before he went to bed like he usually did. But then he’d been interrupted, and he’d forgotten. 

And then the rain came, and Wild had ignored the warning signs, and it had compounded the issue. 

He could feel more than see the other heroes perk up when he slumped against the table. The Hero of Time- who seemed to be the group's de facto leader, despite the fact that he was rather quiet, and had left the explaining to the other heroes- was sitting to Wild’s right. Wild could feel him sit forward, feel his gaze burn into Wild’s skin. 

When he spoke, Wild would hear no anger in his tone, only slight confusion and more worry than Wild thought was called for, seeing as the man had only known him for a few hours. “You’re hurt,” He observed. “Are you injured?” 

Time’s question put a stop to the confused muttering that had been going around the table at Wild’s strange actions. He could feel even more eyes burning into his skin, and suddenly Wild wanted to draw his cloak around his shoulders and hide his face away from the world. 

Unfortunately, his cloak was hanging over by the door, and he didn’t think he’d be able to make it over there by himself. He took a moment to reply, drawing in a breath against the pain and slight nausea. “Not injured,” he reassured in short, clipped syllables. “It’s the rain. I just-” 

He just forgot to do his daily stretches. He just hadn’t paid attention when the rain started to come. He just forgot to keep moving and had let himself sit down for too long. He just hadn’t bothered to get up to get his pain reliever. 

He just, he just, he just. 

He can’t bring himself to say anything further. Partly because speaking tugged on the skin around his mouth too much and partly because he can't bring himself to explain to the heroes his failure, his scarring, the pain, and the painkillers he often had to take to keep anything close to his full range of motion.

He’d been fine just seconds ago. But now that he was reminded of the pain, it was all that he could think about. 

When Time stood up next to him and laid his hands on Wild’s shoulders, Wild couldn't bring himself to shrug the other hero off. For one, he didn’t think he was capable of moving that much, and two, he thought Time’s studying hands were the only things keeping him from slumping over onto the floor.

Time spoke, and his voice carries a low authority with it that showed exactly why he was respected as the leader of the group. “Legend, do you still have some of your tea left? The one you use for pain?” After he presumably received an answer, he ordered, “Make some of that, please.” 

Time turned his attention back to Wild. Wild was still too out of it to focus too hard on what was going on around him, but he felt movement around him. Time shifted his grip from Wild’s shoulders to his sides, gently guiding him away from the table. 

Wild stumbled, confused on where Time was leading him before he realized he was being steered toward the sleeping cot that Wild kept set up near the fireplace for situations exactly like this, where he wouldn’t have made it up the stairs even with help.

Wild felt relief as he was laid down. At least while he lay down, he could relax all his muscles and not have to strain to keep himself upright. And he could twist his body into a position that would relieve the tightness on most of his scars, if not all of them.

Had it been anyone else except perhaps Zelda, Wild would have felt embarrassed and ashamed to be seen like this. But this group…

Maybe it wasn’t so bad for them to see him like this.

[fairly-linked]

Breathe (Legend x Shy!Anxious!Reader)

Legend was excited. Goddesses he was excited.

The chain had landed in his Hyrule, fucking finally. And that meant he had one person he needed to go see, asap.

Y/n.

He damn near dragged the rest of the chain to the little cafe you worked at, since, as long as your schedule hadn’t changed, he knew you’d still be at work. There was an inn not too far from the cafe anyway, he recalled.

Upon walking into the cafe, the place seemed empty, save for Mira, a middle-aged woman who’d been working the front counter for years; you, Mira’s former trainee and the only waitress on shift at the moment; and Gus, the owner, who was casually chatting with the two of you. You had your back turned as you wiped the counter against the wall.

Mira said something that made you and Gus laugh as you picked up an empty cup from the counter. 

Goddesses, how he missed that laugh.

“I don’t know about that,” you giggled, all three of you turning around to the counter upon hearing the doorbell.

“Welcome!” Mira called to the group, which, over time, had become your signal to seat the guests.

Legend pushed his way to the front, pretty much shoving Warriors out of the way. The Captain let out a tiny “Hey!” at the endeavor, but chose not to start an argument, instead opting to rub his arm and pout.

You turned to get a quick look at the group as you rushed to the back, eyes just scanning over but missing the familiar hero.

“I’ll be with you in just a mo--”

Wait. You recognized one of the faces you saw.

Wait!

Your head snapped back to the group, and sure enough, there, at the front, was your boyfriend, grinning widely at you. Upon meeting your gaze, his smile only grew.

“Link?!” you gasped, the coffee cup falling out of your hand and shattering on the floor.

You didn’t care. Neither did he; he stepped forward, holding his arms out to you.

“Right here, Angel.”

Before you could stop yourself, you were barreling into him with a gleeful squeal, almost knocking him off his feet as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He can feel you bury your face into his neck and huff.

“Heheh. Miss me, sweetheart?” he chuckles, hands making themselves at home on your hips as he presses a kiss to the base of your neck.

“Of course I did!” you cry, pushing back and holding his face worriedly. “You had me worried sick! Where were you??? Oh goddesses, are you okay? Is everything fine?”

“Easy, lovely, easy,” he hums while knocking your hands away lightly. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head and engulfs you in his arms, swaying slowly. “I’m okay, sweetheart, take it easy. You’ll give yourself a panic attack if you don’t calm down.”

The rest of the chain stare on, completely and utterly dumbfounded. Is this the same Vet they’ve always traveled with?

“I’m fine, I’m fine…” you sigh, trying to calm down. “Um, let me… clean this up.”

“Do what you need to, lovely.” Legend lets go of you, nodding as you leave his embrace to go get the broom. But before you can go behind the counter, however, Mira stops you.

“Don’t worry about it, hun, I’ve got it,” she smiles.

“Why don’t you take the rest of the day off?” Gus grins. “I know you’ve been missing him. Go spend some time with your boyfriend.”

“R-Really…?” you gasp, an enthusiastic grin adorning your features.

At this, Legend can’t seem to wipe the dreamy smile off his face.

“Yeah, go on, kids!” the older man laughs. “You lot have fun, and stay out of trouble y/n!” 

“No promises!” you gleefully call out over your shoulder.

You and Legend stare at each other for a moment, your excited gazes lingering on one another...

...That is, before a small blonde child interrupts.

“Hey wait,” he says, looking confusedly at Legend. “Who are you, and what did you do with our Veteran?”

At this, you both laugh.

“Friends of yours?” you smile as he once again makes his hands at home on your hips.

“You could say that,” he chuckles.

You look back at the child.

“He’s a real sweetheart, I promise. He just likes to act tough,” you grin, pinching his cheek a little.

At this, Legend blushes, but his goofy grin doesn’t leave his face.

“There’s an inn nearby,” Legend tells the tallest man, who’s got a scar over his eye and he’s wearing a full plate of armor. The man crosses his arms and nods.

“...If it’s fine, I’d like to spend my time at home today,” your boyfriend continues, still holding you.

The man nods.

“Of course, Vet. We’ll be at the inn if you need anything.”

Legend smiles, looking back at you excitedly. Then, without warning, he smushes a kiss into your cheek. You squeak.

“L-Link!”

The blonde child from before sees this and grimaces. “Eww! Gross!”

“What? I can’t help it, she’s too cute. And I missed her,” he chuckles, the brown-haired man in the group coming to retrieve the child that fell behind and dragging him away. The whole group is now gone. You pout, flushing a little.

“I missed you too...”

“Come on now,” he says, letting go of you but still taking your hand. “Let’s go home and spend some time together, yeah?”

You smile, taking his hand in yours.

“Yeah.”

The way home is short, Legend happily pulling you along. Once you both get into the house, he closes the door and all but tackles you into the couch. You squeak.

“Ah! Link!” You giggle as he lays on top of you, sandwiching you between his body and the couch. He nuzzles his face into your neck.

“What baby? I missed you.”

“Get off! You’re heavy!” You laugh.

“I’m heavy? What do you mean I’m heavy? I feel like I’m just fine. Besides, you’re a nice pillow.”

He snuggles into you, giving you a small kiss on the side of your neck. You giggle as he sighs contentedly.

“Goddesses, I missed you, angel. I’m sorry I was gone for so long.”

“I know… it’s okay.”

You say that, but he can tell your tone betrays your words. He looks up at your face.

“Angel?”

He suddenly notices the tears brimming in your eyes. He sighs, sitting up and pulling you up with him.

“Oh, sweetheart… you missed me a lot, didn’t you…?”

“Of course I did…!” you wail, the tears finally falling before you can stop them. Legend’s heart shatters at the sight. He feels terrible for making you feel like this.

“Where were you…? Goddesses, I was so worried, I couldn’t focus the next several weeks, and you weren’t there, and I--”

You cut yourself off with a sob, and Legend himself wants to cry at just how broken you sound.

Still sitting to face you in the couch, he leans down to get a better look at your face, his pretty blue eyes gazing into yours with an unreadable emotion. One of his hands comes up to brush your hair out of your face and rest on your cheek because he can see the tears pouring down your face. He sighs, pitying you.

“Hey, hey, easy, love, easy,” He coos softly, thumb brushing across your cheek and wiping your tears. “Breathe honey, I’m here now.”

You break eye contact, your gaze flicking down as you’re unable to stop the tears that slip down your cheeks, and Legend knows this. He sighs, sitting back a little and pulling you closer to him.

“I know, babydoll. I’m sorry.”

His left arm wraps around your shoulder as his right comes up to gently push your head into his shoulder. He begins to gently rock you back and forth in his embrace, breathing in your scent.

He feels awful for leaving you. His mind wanders at how heartbroken you must have been when you woke up and he was gone. He knew you’d always been afraid of him suddenly packing up and leaving.

Goddesses, he feels like shit. He knows it’s really not his fault, but he can’t help but feel awful for accidentally doing exactly what you were afraid he would do.

…Goddesses, how he’s missed this. How he’s missed you...

Just holding you, and having you here in his arms...

It felt almost too good to be true. But it was, this time. It wasn’t just some dream again that left him broken and lonely when he woke up without you next to him. He doubts you did much better...

All those lonely nights without him...

...He promised in his mind he’d make it up to you. He hears you speak softly.

“I’m sorry… I was so worried, and I didn’t know what to do...” he hears you sniffle.

“Don’t be sorry, babydoll. I know you were scared…”

He tries to reassure you, but his heart breaks further upon hear your next words:

“I thought you were done with me. That you didn’t want to be around me anymore, so you just... left, without so much as a goodbye...”

“Oh, angel...” he sighs, pushing your head gently back into his shoulder as you cry. He rests his cheek on your head, nuzzling into your hair.

“You know I’d never leave you unless it was absolutely necessary. I love you way too much for that.”

You suddenly pull back, looking him in the eyes. He wipes your tears once more, leaning in to give you a soft, gentle kiss on the lips

“Don’t ever think that, okay babe? I love you way too much to ever leave you like that. You’re my angel, remember?”

You sniffle, and Legend can’t help but notice just how cute you are. He gives a small smile, giving you another kiss on the head and a warm embrace.

“I love you, angel. Never forget that.”

[breannasfluff]

The smell of salt alerts Time to something amiss. The cub is missing, as is Twilight. His protege is scouting the area, so there’s nothing to worry about there. 

Link, or Wild as the wolves nickname him, should be in the den-cave. 

The hollow holds his scent, but the boy is missing. Breathing deeply, Time follows the scent of tears. 

The hero curses the goddesses as often as he thanks them. The curses are for the blank slate of a child stuffed into an empty shell and burdened to save a crumbling land. The gratitude is that he and Twilight are allowed to help ease the burden, even in some small way. 

The salt is getting stronger and his ears flick at the sound of stifled sobs. Twilight might have an edge on him as far as stealth, but he’s growing better at hiding his golden bulk and softening paw steps. 

Wild’s found a crack between two trees growing together and crammed himself inside. Time questions how he manages to fit, but fit he does. 

His sobs are quiet, barely more than shuddering breaths and shaking shoulders. Even new to the world, Wild quickly learned silence can keep him safe. 

Of course, Twilight and Time do their best to protect him. Sometimes he’ll hum along with Twilight's howled songs. The intelligence in his sharp gaze is clear, but he struggles to speak. 

Neither wolf can sign like this, but Twilight is adept at transferring words into motions and actions. Time picks it up quickly and finds instincts fill in the holes. 

Wild, thankfully, picks it up nearly as quickly. The flick of his ears clearly shows when he’s listening but ignoring them. He growls and huffs and snorts in clear mimicry of their vocalizations. 

He’s a sponge for information; if only it came from hylians and not wolves. Hyrule is empty of all but animals so far. There’s traces of humanity, but it will take time to find them.

Silence fills the woods and Time focuses on Wild again to find wide eyes staring back. He presses further into his hollow, ears pinning back. 

Okay, Time tries to say, wagging his tail. Okay, not angry.

There’s no reason for the cub to feel guilty, but it seems to be a default emotion. 

He tilts his head, letting one ear flop and giving a little whine to get the point across. What’s wrong?

Wild bares his teeth in clear dismal, but doesn’t back it up with a growl. 

Time whines again and edges closer. Not leaving. 

Sniffling breaks the standoff and Wild scrubs at his eyes. “Scared.” The Hylian word is rough, but it makes sense at least. 

He whines again. Why? 

Curse that he can’t have the conversation he needs with the cub. A wolf’s vocabulary is limited, especially when trying to provide explanations. 

The next words are garbled and Wild flaps a hand vaguely, obviously annoyed. The tree hollow is doing him no good, so Time pokes his head in and gets his teeth on a corner of the tunic, tugging. 

The cub tumbles out in a sprawl of limbs, but doesn’t get up. The tears are starting again, tracing lines down his cheeks. 

Time doesn’t hesitate to crawl half on top of Wild, trying to convey with weight and body heat that the other is not alone. 

Fingers twine into his fur and Wild buries his face in his ruff. 

Sad, says his body. But more than that, guilt, worry, shame. The tense set of his shoulders is all too familiar; Time’s worn the same expression. 

Cub?

“Zel…Zelda.”

He stiffens, then relaxes consciously when Wild tenses in response. 

“Zelda. Failed. My fault.” Worry, guilt, fear.

Oh, Cub. Time lets his head fall heavy on Wild’s chest. Hylia asks too much of this new spirit. If only he could explain that Wild did nothing wrong. He might not know the history of this empty world, but Wild is a Link. He sees the same dedication reflected in Twilight. None of them would give up, no matter how bad the odds. 

Time can say none of this, though. Instead, he licks fresh tears away and lets the cub hide his face in his fur. 

Wild deserves a real family, but Time and Twilight will have to do. 

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[themostefficientwaywithwater]

I've seen a lot of people are as excited as me for a Zelda game that focus on how Ganon's constant reincarnations affects negatively to Zelda, Link and even Ganondorf. We've already seen this theme subtly in BotW (Zelda chastised for not awakening her power, Link unable to speak and enjoy himself because of how the Hero's title burdens him). However, I normally wouldn't expect "the harm the vicious cycle of reincarnation makes on it's unwitting pawns" to be the theme of a Zelda game. After all, it's Nintendo, and we know they don't like to stray so far from the "evil is bad and we must defeat it" plotline and they wouldn't dare to criticize the goddesses' plans...

Oh, wait, they already did it.

The Wind Waker is about letting go of the past and how being unable to move on will harm you and future generations. Daphnes and Ganondorf can't let go of their kingdom, and they die with it because they can't imagine themselves living without it. It harms Medli and Makar, who are taken away from their home and family and are confined into the heart of a dungeon so the Master Sword can maintain it's full power. It harms Tetra, too, who sees her whole individuality taken away in favor of performing her role as "Princess Zelda". And it harms Link, who is treated as a pawn by Daphness to do the work of the Hero of Legend, despite literally being Just A Kid (TM) who just wanted to rescue his sister.

But, despite everything, they manage to break the cycle, as Ganondorf no longer appears in other titles situated in the Adult Timeline (neither do Hyrule, or the Triforce or the Master Sword, or most classical elements of TLOZ). By killing Ganondorf, Demise's hatred could no longer persist in the world, thus breaking the eternal cycle of death and reincarnation. But how could that happen? Sure stabbing a whole man in the head usually turns to be fatal, but that's been done before and they only managed to seal him away. Why did this time work?

I think he just gave up.

He realised he would never get Hyrule, that even when everything was at his favor (the Hero gone, the Princess at his power, the Master Sword was weakened, he even managed to get the Triforce of Courage from Link!) he still lost. He gave one last fight, but he didn't even transform to Ganon (it's only appearance is as a puppet, another symbol if he being treated as a pawn by a higher power) and after Link delivers the final blow, he accepts his fate and passes away.

Even though he's been treated as the major villain in the series, he's been as much as a pawn from the gods as the multiple Heroes and Princesses from the series. He may not have been the best man before OoT, but he was a victim of his circunstances and his initial motives where to grant his people a home where they could live in peace instead of fearing death day and night, turning into thieves just to survive. But he was corromped by anger, by revenge, by malice, and he turned the perfect vessel for Demise's curse. I think that BotW's Ganon was the same but it's been so many centuries that the man he once was can not be recognised, he's more of a beast now. But I still have hope, and now that his "mummy" has awakened, maybe we could get a more humanized version of Ganondorf instead of a simple "demon of malice". The old leader of a desert tribe who just wanted to give a better life to his people, and went too far.

I find this to be very unlikely, but not impossible. While WW's Ganondorf had it easier, as he was more collected and thoughtful, there's still the possibility that Ganondorf "awakes" from its Ganon-self and shows a bit more of characterization and his motives. Who knows, we could even break the cycle in BotW-TotK's timeline if Ganondorf refuses to continue this endless cicle of destruction and give up on Hyrule's conquest (a little more optimistic that being stabbed on the head, please and with sugar on top). But we may have to pay a big price to make it. After all, the cycle was broken in WW, but a great sacrifice was necessary...

Hyrule's destruction

[mattalit]

A Hundred Years’ Wait

Link x m!Reader

CW: angst, death

Link often found himself reminded that, after one hundred years, the world he knew had been drowned in fire—and then reborn again, the same and different together. He was almost thankful for his own forgetfulness and missing memories, but ever since he had awoken, he could almost feel the soft thrum of a deep, stagnant memory… but try as he might—and try he did—he couldn’t remember. But what good was remembering when Hyrule threatened extinction?

Of course, the nagging thrum never truly went away, and in moments alone, he could feel the very edge of his past life in his mind. He would reach for it and grasp helplessly, but it was always out of reach, as tantalizing as the ocean to a man lost at sea, yearning for a sip of water. 

It doesn’t matter, he would tell himself. It doesn’t matter. But it did matter, and it plagued his subconscious. At night, in his dreams, he would see that face, but he could never remember in the mornings. 

A hero, though, has no time for forcing memories, and his mission had already begun: find Impa. 

The ride to Kakariko Village took three days, of which the final day was filled with dark clouds and rain. It was dreary weather and Link would rather be holed up somewhere warm, but when duty calls, he answers. He must find Impa. 

He tried not to be intimidated by the looming gates of Kakariko, but it had been so long since he had been here that familiarity seemed harsh, unfamiliar, as though déjà vu met the uncanny. Real, and yet, unreal. 

The sad atmosphere of the village didn’t help, either. There were no children running around as he remembered, and the adults he did see were sluggish. There seemed to be both an overcast in the weather and in the minds of the villagers. He felt as though he was infiltrating a great mourning period.

He hesitated within inaction, glancing around the seeable parts of the village. I have no choice, he realized, unless I turn back, but he knew that was not truly an option.

Link slid off of Epona and patted her flank. “Don’t run off, girl,” he said. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Epona nudged his hand as if telling him to hurry up and go, so he turned away and began down the path to the village’s center. 

He pushed away his discomfort with the stares he received from the white-haired populace. I am obviously an outsider, he thought, but he didn’t allow the feeling to dissuade him. He forced his shoulders back and continued on his downward path.

Once he had reached the village center, Link’s eyes scanned up a staircase and up the wooden structure. This must be it, he thought. 

At the gate, he was stopped by a white-haired man in the garb of the Sheikah.

“Sir, you cannot pass…” The man paused, looking down at Link. His tone turned from hardened to confused. “Is that… is that a Sheikah slate?”

Link pulled out the Sheikah slate.

“It is! I’m so sorry, you must hurry up to Impa.” The man stepped to the side. As Link took the first step, he was stopped again. “Oh, and please be respectful. A beloved elder is at his end of days. Impa is with him now. You will find her in the main room.”

Ah, Link thought, that explains this place’s looming sadness.

At the top of the stairs, he paused at the doors. He could feel that nagging thrum of remembrance return, but he had made it too far to stop in an attempt to think. 

Link pushed open the double doors, revealing moderate-sized room. He scanned the walls, taking in scrolls and pictures on the left and right before settling his sight in the center. There stood a short older woman with a large hat next to an older gentleman in a chair. He has seen better days, Link thought.

“My life is fading, Lady Impa,” the man said sadly. 

Link froze. We know that voice, the nagging thrum said, and it was right. He did know that voice—from one hundred years ago. But from what?

Impa looked to the doors and recognition passed through her face. “Link?” she asked. She did not move from her spot next to the man, whose face remained unchanged. 

That face… he remembered that face.

Link took a step forward.

It had seen the years in a way Link’s own had not, but he was still recognizable under the wrinkles and sun spots and the wispy, white beard. 

Link took another step forward.

He remembered that face younger and in battle, holding determination and his sword as though they were a light weight. 

“It has been a long time,” the old man said, “since I have last seen you, swordsman.”

Link remembered that voice when it was still hindered with the naiveté and ego of youth, but now the scars of wisdom and diplomacy could be heard and felt.

“(M/N),” Link greeted. “It has been far too long.”

And Link could feel the full weight of time come crashing down, and he could feel the soft thrum of remembrance grow and grow as finally, finally, he remembered. 

(M/N), a Knight of Hyrule, a protector of the royal family, and an adventurer. (M/N), his sparring partner, his friend, and—dare he say it?—his lover. 

Like a symphony, he could remember all the hours spent training, the days spent adventuring in the wilderness, the late nights and early mornings, all spent together, and in anguish and in fear, he stared upon that wrinkled face, and the wispy white hair so different from its younger (H/C), and the fragile body, and Link finally realized how long he had been gone, how much he had missed, and how much he could never, ever get back. 

Link kneeled in front of (M/N); he hardly noticed Impa back away.

For a moment, (M/N) just stared. “I am dying, Link,” he said. “But I have held on for you. I always knew you would be back.”

Link did not respond, but he could feel a tear slip down his cheek. He had lost so much time, and there was nothing he could do. He had never felt so helpless. 

“The sands of time are cruelest to heroes,” (M/N) mumbled. He placed his hand softly on Link’s face, his thumb tracing his cheekbone, wiping away his tear.  “But you are as beautiful as the day I lost you.”

Link placed his own hand over (M/N)’s. He could feel that familiar thrum, and he begged himself to remember more—and he did. He remembered the night a week before his fall, the last time he had seen (M/N), where he had held (M/N)’s hand in the same way. 

I will be gone when you wake up, he had whispered.

Must you leave so late? he had been asked.

I have a duty to the Princess.

I suppose I cannot keep you. I will see you when you get back.

(M/N)’s hand was weaker and more weathered than when he had left him, but a hundred years had passed, and nothing these days was as he remembered.

I have been gone for so long, he thought, and he couldn’t fight down his own distress and anger and helplessness as he realized, all against my will.

“I am glad you have come, Link,” (M/N) said, “but our time together now ends.”

“Wait,” Link pleaded.

“I have held on as long as I can.” (M/N) took a shambling breath. “But time has been cruel to us.”

(M/N)’s hand dropped from Link’s face, but Link caught it and laid it across the old man’s lap. He could feel his own sweltering tears pool together. 

He felt Impa’s small hand be placed on his shoulder, and he half-registered her voice telling him, “He will not wake up again.”

[tw1l1te]

Heyy you fabulous writter! You've had me hooked ever since I first found a post of yours and I don't know if you're taking writing requests but if you are...I'd like to humbly request you to write this idea?🙏

Essentially I think it'd be really cute having a small one-shot of the LU boys in twilights hyrule and them meeting his S/O. His S/O can either be a simple farmer who grew up in the same area or the idea of someone he met on his journey who also had animal turning 'abilities'/features comes to mind so they understand each other more than most. IDK if it's a silly idea or not I just thinks the boys reactions (especially time teasing twilight and such) would be Hella cute! Anyways thanks and keep the good work up! 🫡

- Anon🧋

Yesyesyesyes living out my cottage core dream with mr. cowboy teehee

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Twilight was getting giddier by the second as he approached Ordon, and the boys could tell. He was clenching and unclenching his fists, trying the keep the nervousness at bay, but how could he do that when he was about to see you. His beloved.

"I don't think I have ever seen you this jittery before, Pup. What's wrong?"

Twilight was about to answer him when they hear a loud gasp.

Twilight turns to see you on a tree above them, clad in what seems to be.... his old tunic? You jump down, hopping down branch by branch before landing inches away from Twilight.

"Oh by three- you're home! I missed you so much-"

He shuts you up, by pulling you in for a kiss, months of love and desperation melting onto you.

You had to pull away to avoid creating awkwardness for the others, "Alright, easyyy cowboy. Now why don't you tell me about your lil' friends?"

Time raises an eyebrow at him, clearly interested in your character.

"Oh! I completely forgot t' introduce myself! I'm Y/n, mister hero's partner."

Time nods, holding out a hand to shake.

"I'm Time, a... friend of Link's. We all met on his recent adventure."

You nod, squinting a bit at him, then eyeing the rest of them. You walk around them slightly, eyeing their garb and equipment a bit before nodding back at your boyfriend.

"They're Links too, aren't they?"

Legend jumps slightly at that, "How did you-"

You smile at him, "I gotta good nose."

Twilight shakes his head, chuckling "Alright, lets go back to the village before you start figuring everyone out."

You jog up to him, animatedly waving your hands, rambling about Colin and how good with swordsmanship he's become. Before you could continue rambling, Wind asks, "How'd you two meet?"

You and Twilight pause, looking at each other before responding.

"Oh, y'know, I met him on his quest during the Twilight Era. Stinky do-wait, they know, right?"

"They're too nosy for their own good."

"Right, so. I met him while I was in my alternate form. Fell on top of me from a brittle tree-"

"-Wait, you have a wolf form too?!" Wind exclaims, running up to you.

You snort, this kid's funny.

"Nah, that's hero's spirit and all. It's better if I show ya."

You focus for a moment before you feel the shift, still uncomfortable but so much less painful than the first time it happened, oh so many years ago.

Opening your eyes, you can feel your senses sharpen, everything intensifying tenfold.

"A fucking fox???!?!! Twilight, your wife is so cool."

"Not my wife yet, but thank you."

You walk up to Wind, cooing at him. He hesitantly pets your fur on your head, earning him a soft purr from you.

You walk up to the rest of them, just looking at them. You give a few extra sniffs to the pink-haired one, him smelling like hare.

Shifting back, you walk back to Twilight, your fur coat retreating back into your skin. You give him a peck on the cheek, continuing your way back to the village.

"Y'all coming or what?"

Twilight breaks out of his lovestruck trance, following you. Time walks up to Twilight, muttering to him,

"I can tell you've got a thing for foxy personalities."

"Oh, shut up."