#wild def calls his s/o wildberry

[dreaming-of-lu]

This is an "emergency ask" as you put it in your rules. I'm having a really hard time. I'm slowly losing my working memory (thinking of words, short-term memory loss, misplacing things all the time, etc.) My doctors are trying to figure it out, but there's a strong possibility it will only ever get worse.

I used to have an amazing memory. Near photographic, according to my teachers. And to have lost all of that, I don't know what I'm going to do.

Anyway, I just wanted to ask for some comfort from Time and Wild. You can use the specifics of my situation if you want to, but you don't have to. Thanks for your time, whether you write something for this ask or not, your writing helps bring a smile to my face, even if I have to reread it to remember what it was, haha.

I'm sorry for answering a bit late. Hope you get your answer about it soon! Do take care. I'm so happy that my writing brings a smile to your face, I hope I did its justice for you. 💚💚

"I have a condition," was the first thing you said when Link looked at you, worried and alarmed. He gently grabbed your hand, motioning his head for you to continue. The long talks of the issue and how nobody knew what was causing it; made his grip tighten on your hand. He looked at you, determination burning deep within his blue eyes.

"I'll be there every step of the way for you."

Time

Nothing shook Time when it came to situations that needed order or calming the group with a single look that says it all. He was resilient, a shoulder to lean on, and a man who faced it all during his lifetime. The only one that caught him off guard was darling you. You, who stand so stubbornly before him, now stood confused underneath the door frame, staring off with a confuddled look upon your features.

Glaring straight ahead while the grimace grew, clenching and unclenching your hand. Time approaches; carefully grabbing a hand, his heart clenched at the lost look in your eyes. He pushes down the feelings, knowing that this wasn't about him nor to feel pity. He needed to be a shoulder for you, helping you when you needed him, and aid he shall give.

"What's wrong?" Time's voice was soft, coaxing you gently out of your haze. His hand grasped yours, the other running his thumb across the vastness of your cheek, his eye veiled with sternness and an underlying worry.

"It's just…I don't know; frustrating not to be able to remember this one thing, and when I tried to wrack my brain," you choked, "what did I do to deserve this?"

Time stood quiet, eye flickering before heavily sighing,

"You did nothing wrong, things happen out of our control, and I know it isn't fair; love. Life in this universe is finicky; fate is tricky, though all that matters is how strong we come out in the end."

"I'm so tired," you wept, "I'm tired of this, Link."

"I know the feeling," his lips ghosted over your forehead; humming a soft tune under his breath, "I'm with you every step of the way, darling."

Wild

Wild knew your condition well, not being able to remember certain things that he so desperately desired to recall those memories that he once had. Waking up in cold sweat, staring at the stars with a sinking feeling of melancholy aching deep in his chest as sleep once again swept past him. He wished it didn't happen to you, the long gaze into the distance, the furrowing of your brows as you struggled to remember a particular word. Quietly at night, wondering why fate was such an unkind thing to those around him.

He knows that itch of what it's like to be confused and lost at why things feel familiar, yet the line's not clicking. He never judged, always understanding and patient with you, just as you have been with him.

"Wild," He hums, eyes never leaving the pot, "what is this red powder?"

Confused, he looks up from the pot to see you holding a small glass vial, half filled with a familiar red powder. Wild reaches over, grabbing the vial out of your hands with a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

"Goron spice, wildberry," he presses a kiss against the side of your head, "we're not using that tonight."

"Goron spice?" you tilted your head to the side, scrunching your nose before that subtle click in your reaction as the bashful look overtook you.

"Whoops," you smiled shyly, "sorry about that, dear heart."

"It's alright," Wild booped your nose, leaning in afterward to rub his own against yours, "that's what I'm here, hmm?"

"Of course."