hiii, this ia the first time I'm requesting someone heheh..y'know i dont do lot of things on Tumblr, js comment, liking, and reader and sometimes Rebloging so like..i hope i do this right. Could i request a headcanon or any other than that like a fic or something..of sky with a humorous fem reader or like she likes to joke around, for example like her personality's pretty similar to Dante from DMC 5 (anime or game) ! Sorry if this too much and i yap a lot, thanks for reading this, hope u have a wonderful day ! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)
Exams done, FINALLY BACK TO REQUESTS!!
Also a couple notes— I’m nooot really into DMC so I watched a couple clips of Dante (I think game version?) and made my own iteration of it. Just seems to me like GenZ humour set back 1000 years time…
Sky focused, he needs a good laugh sometimes.
Humorous Fem!Reader Headcannons
It definitely didn’t start off small.
Your first encounter of monsters didn’t make you scared. If anything, making fun of them was definitely your game.
Sky was right beside you in that first encounter. And to his surprise when you started gesturing with the sword they’d given you.
“What is THAT???” Your sword pointed to the bokoblin in front of you both. While relatively a weak enemy, Sky doesn’t like how open you are right now.
“Keep your stance, it’s a Bokoblin from Wild’s era I believe?” Sky, quick with his answer, returned his gaze back to the enemy.
“A fitting name for an elephant eared, shrimp postered skinny ass kid…”
“Why can this guy smell colours?? A pig’s nose won’t help you when all they wanna do is swim in the fucking mud.”
Sky couldn’t help but break a smile.
The never ending list of insults continues, even the bokoblin itself wanted to rip its own ears out but instead launched itself at you to attack. You side stepped to dodge it. Sky kept watching.
“Oops, you missed! Whomp whomp. Want to give it another chance? Hey maybe this time your 10 feet apart eyes will actually see where you’re aiming.”
The Bokoblin roars and attacks again. Leaving you to just dodging and playing around with it. A spectacle for Sky to be sure.
Ragebaiting a Bokoblin works wonders, it roars and rages around wanting to land a hit. Before it could get any worse, Sky stepped in to land a killing blow.
“As much as I’d love to make fun of these guys, please, focus on the issue at hand…”
The bokoblin plops out of existence, leaving its remains.
“Okay, I hear you, but does it SERIOUSLY need to leave its own guts behind. I know we sometimes eat chicken guts but I don’t even think that’s edible? Not even wild would eat it would he?? I’d lose all respect for him if he’d ever did….
Now that I think about it, he probably did.”
Sky laughs again as he walks you both back from your patrol.
B I K and X for Wild? I love himm ♡ would love to know your interpretation of a friends to lovers trope with these letters
Just realizing I’m not getting a lot of Wild requests, fuck yeah I’m doin some.
Wild SFW alphabet
B, I, K & X
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
You guys would totally be a chaotic duo! Getting lost frequently and doing reckless things together. Or maybe watching Wild do it before following right after.
He’s really optimistic, contrary to what a lot of people think. He can adapt and make light of an almost hopeless situation— considering that he’s been at that point time and time again.
So cheering you up feels like a natural part of him. You guys probably started your friendship through that.
When you first joined the group, you’d obviously feel homesick and worrisome of all your friends and family way back home. Wild’s there to remind you that frankly, you are anything but alone and you’d return to your world eventually. They all will.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Wild, while in the best friend stage, will actually say this heavily platonically, which heavily undermines it when he means it romantically.
“I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW” to which he responds with “Love ya too!!” Before running away giggling to himself.
While in a relationship with you, he definitely will say it a lot, but he rather expresses it by wanting to experience new things with you, spend every moment with you and give you things you need which makes him feel useful to you.
He wants to be connected to you in every single way.
K = kisses (what are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
He LOVESSS littering your face with kisses, and squeeze a little raspberry in the middle to make you giggle.
It’s fun, teasing and can be a little passionate when he’s in the mood.
That said, he loves aiming for your shoulders or your neck, it’s easy teasing access to him and he can find your tickle spots.
I mentioned that he loves being kissed on his scars— not even he understands why. They’re a sign of his “failure” from Hyrule falling into ruin. So when you spend the time to appreciate something that changed his life forever and love him for him—he melts a little on the inside <333
X = Xtra (A random headcannon for them.)
Definitely has a collection of shit that reminds him of you and eventually makes you a gift with said trinkets.
Like sea shells, flowers, rocks, grass, nuts, jewelry, clothes, food, literally anything you can find reminds him of you one way or another.
Yeah you’re not escaping a single birthday without a slate full of his treasures he’s collected for you throughout the year. He’ll give it to you like a treasure chest. I shit you not.
Can you do Hyrule and Four with B, G, I, K, O, S & X?
Thank you!!!
S and G has been done for both, K for Four is done in another part also.
Another Hyrule & Four SFW alphabet
I’m lowkey loving these two as a combo
Hyrule
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Hyrule is a bit reserved at the start. While he can be very quiet, once he opens up he can be cheeky, reckless, and humble all at once.
His friendship with you began slowly. Moments here and there where the comfortableness slowly builds between the two of you. Before you know it, you’re clinging to each other almost daily and create a round of trouble for the rest to deal with.
Hyrule can still be caring and stern when he needs to be as the healer of the group. He supports trouble but not at the risk of your own health.
He’s more nervous at the start if anything.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
He hasn’t exactly grown up in an area where he heard those words often, but he knows that it means something to a lot of other people.
The words never sat right with him, they can never explain his infatuation with you so he would rather put all his efforts into showing you rather than trying to find the words to explain it.
He probably won’t ever say the words unless you want him to. If you do?? Expect it every night.
K = kisses (what are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
At first, Hyrule’s kisses were subtle and as light as a feather, usually out of sight in the spur of the moment.
He liked the feeling of kisses between the two of you, it sends jots of dopamine right into his system.
It also probably doesn’t help that you taste sugary sweet and he’s completely addicted.
Over time, the kisses will get more intense and obsessive, not only would it leave you out of breath, but also weak in the knees. He’d have to hold you up if he wanted to keep going. He WILL keep going by the way.
(slightly diff than my headcannons post, this going to keep happening)
O = open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things a lowly?)
He doesn’t mind sharing his adventures to you when you ask. So I’d say pretty early on depending on how curious you are.
He will get pretty shy about it if you start boasting about how cool he is throughout it. He’s a humble traveller at heart and he didn’t do that much compared to the rest of the group after all!
He probably leaves out a lot of the magic stuff he can do, save that as a little surprise for later.
Or maybe he’ll show it off because he loves it when you look at him with admiration.
One of the two.
X = Xtra (A random headcannon for them.)
He finds it easier to heal when he’s a fairy.
So sometimes after battles, he’ll transform into a Fae and focus on those with the most injuries that his regular magic couldn’t get through.
Also as a Fae, he can find a great fairy fountain easily through his senses.
Four
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Four is the type of person where he doesn’t mind talking to other people. He lives in a town where everyone knows each other and almost every stranger is a new friend.
He can have deep conversations without having to reveal personal stuff about himself and use that as a way of connecting with people.
When you two talk on that deep level, it’s easy to say that the quiet connection builds and you become best friends from there.
To some of the others, it feels like it happened over night!
Four actually loves having a friend to talk about the big questions of the world, keeps his mind engaged. That said, he’s not afraid of a bit of fun too!
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
He’s one of those people that says it absentmindedly.
He was overthinking it at some point while he was hanging out with you and you do something like brush the hair off his face or give him a gift or something and he thinks it and accidentally says it out loud AS HE THINKS IT.
And it leaves you both STUMBLING.
You’re freaking out mentally and making sure that what he said is actually what he said and not your imagination.
But his face really makes you believe that he said it and you slowly reply with your own small declarations that lights up his face.
O = open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things a lowly?)
As much as Four loves deep conversations, he still manages to reveal his way of thinking without actually talking about his experiences.
It takes a bit of time for him to start talking in full detail about himself.
Specific things that stuck with him and places he wants to avoid or go back to again.
If you do ever get too curious about his adventures when you’re both more comfortable with each other, just ask!
Maybe he’ll tell you he’ll reveal it when the time comes but it’s nice to know someone’s curious about him.
X = Xtra (A random headcannon for them.)
His hair is super fucking soft and you and Wars can’t wrap your head around it.
Y’know like Asian hair like no matter how tangled it gets it’ll only end up returning back to being pink straight silky smooth?
Yes. That.
Makes me Jealous of him honestly.
The one funny thing though, he wears his headband for so long his hair sometimes ends up just being stuck in the way that it was tied up.
He puts the headband back on to hide it, but it’s the actual cause so it’s a cycle on repeat.
Helloo! Feel free to not write this if you're overwhelmed (it's a lot of letters 😭 they're all such good ideas that it's hard to choose ,_,) but I was wondering if I could request Time with C, D, H, K, L, M, N, and R?
Don’t worry about too much letters, I’ll write in my own pace lmao. Thanks for looking out for me though! I’m more overwhelmed with school if not anything.
Time SFW alphabet
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Time looks scary to a lot of people, and because of that you’d think cuddling would be off the table for him. In reality, it’s the complete opposite—
If anything he’d initiate it more once he’s more opened up to you, and obviously use the opportunity to teasing the living shit out of you until your entire body feels like it’s on fire.
He has that advantage of being able to carry you around everywhere as well, and more often than not he’ll lay on top of you to keep you from leaving the cuddle session he decided to have.
D = Dmestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
He’s a little reluctant at first, with a lot of what’s happened to him weighing on his mind and living with the pressure most of his life he didn’t want to burden on you.
Learning to share that burden took a long time, and he’d eventually come around to thinking about a future with you through that process. Settling down becomes an option to him and he’d be an idiot if he didn’t take it.
He’s good at chores and what he does when he’s instructed once. I think it’s a magical superpower only he has until you place him in the kitchen.
Just saying.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Goes hand in hand with cuddling. He loves it, loves initiating it when he’s comfortable.
However something that you’ve noticed along the line is that he only ever hugs from behind you.
Either to place his face in your neck or to sneak a kiss on your cheek or to lay his whole weight on you while you’re just trying to do your food.
Otherwise when you decide to hug him, you could feel his tension leaving his body and gentle arms are raised to return the same calming feeling back towards you.
K = kisses (what are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
He’s so very loving with his kisses. You’ll often feel his intensity through his every kiss, soft, passionate, intense- almost like he’s whispering a series of “I love you”s through them
However, I have said it before and I’ll say it again. Time is an absolute TEASEEE.
Secret kisses that aren’t so secret to hear you giggle and try and step away from his wrath.
He loovvvessss kissing your ears and blowing cold air at them, he knows how to get on your nerves.
L = little ones (How are they around children?)
A father at heart. He’s willing to take care of them and have them jumping all around him and hanging off of him quite often.
He’s also very good at being attentive to them, making sure they’re out of harm and whatnot.
Though he does tend to scare them frequently with his glares, his scars are what really attract them as well.
There are constant questions being thrown at him a million miles a second, and when he actually tells the story to them (though leaving out a couple details) they never believe him!
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
A menace truly. His laziness surpasses any of your strength.
He will NOT wake up on the proper time and the chances of you getting out of his grip is closer to when fat pigs start flying.
In other words, 0%. I’m taking probability classes rn, I’m the expert.
The worst part about it is that you probably won’t want to get up either when he’s the definition of a pillow. Warm, comfortable and HUGE. Maybe more of a big pillow.
This is only if he ever sleeps though. A lot of the time he’ll find it a struggle to go to sleep, in which then he’d prefer to just watch you wake up in the morning.
N = night (How are nights spent with them?)
A lot of the time it’s filled with him being unable to sleep. When he does it’s probably way too late at night for the both of you.
He knows how to make sure you get your proper sleep. He’d be caught dead if he ever forced you to stay up with him.
That said, he might sometimes wake you up accidentally in the middle of the night due to nightmares. He tries to be careful but he can’t help wrapping his arms around you tightly.
R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)
Time’s favourite moments won’t just be a singular event. It’s a series of realizing how comfortable he is with you. He feels reckless and childish, yet his most authentic self with you.
So all his favourite moments with you is a compilation of the both of you being little sillies in a home belonging to the both of you with your own privacy, no world ending or any interruptions.
However, there’s always a constant mess left behind, maybe it’s because you always end up having food fights?? Just a guess.
Just learned smithing in my class for katanas, I wholeheartedly understand Four’s predicament with freezing the sword when he was making it but REALISTICALLY HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN USING WARM WATER.
There’s also the process of just making a bigger sword, quenching it and ending up with cracks and just shaving it off. I call that more labour tho-
wait oh my god probability is an ouroboros writer here like that fanfic you just reblogged a bit ago it took me a second but i just realized that you are the writer of all of the linked universe x reader alphabets the linked universe x reader fanfics you are The linked universe x reader guy i feel like im meeting a celebrity hi hello oh my god yay
Omg HAIII, yes that is me but I didn’t know I was KNOWN FOR THAT DAMN.
I LOVED YOUR WRITING SM DONT EVEN GET ME STARTEDDD
Hi! I really like your alphabet posts so far, especially the one with Sky and the ones about Legend! They were both so cute!
Would you do one with Four and Hyrule for A, F, G, J and S? Thank you!!
Hyrule’s A and J are in this post!
Hyrule & Four SFW alphabet
A, F, G, J, & S
Hyrule
F = Fiance(e) (How would they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
He’s not as familiar with the concept. The idea more came from you than it did from him.
Though he was never going to go to another person with you around, he’d love to follow your traditions and actually get engaged!
However, this will probably come with some research— it’s a race between who gets to propose first.
(Spoiler, you probably will, Rulie has no idea what he’s doing)
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He’s very gentle overall. He may have a hard time understanding your complications or a bit of what you struggle with but his pro is that he’s constantly there giving you any comfort you need.
He’ll stay close to you and rub your arms up and down while sitting in silence. He do be having that silent rizz sometimes.
Hyrule may also not know what to say exactly, but he’s always willing to listen and stay with you for however long you need him to be.
S = security (how protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Hyrule’s one of those people that are really really nice until they’re pissed off. Including his Fae instincts, it’s a combo of hell on earth for whoever’s getting Hyrule’s wrath.
So, safe to say that he can get pretty protective of you. He’d make sure you’d never get targeted in a fight, and take a lot of the monsters off of you.
When the opposite happens and you just happeennn to protect him when he’s out of energy. He’s got heart eyes and can’t help but admire you.
Four
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection)
He doesn’t mind physical affection, but won’t necessarily initiate it. He will have his moments where he just wants to lay down on top of you though.
He loves showering you in gifts and trinkets instead. It’s not always perfect but it’ll never go to waste in your hands. His minish instincts hum every time he feels as if he’s been generous or helpful to you.
He also loves just spending time with you or being in the same room, each of you doing your own thing until you come up to him and ask him to take a break and walk around the block.
He truly doesn’t mind and it makes his heart feel so full.
F = Fiance(e) (How would they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Four wants to. He really really wants to. He has no doubt about wanting to spend his life with you. He stresses SO MUCH about it though!
He wanted to start planning as soon as he could but he overthinks constantly and wants every single detail to be perfect.
He’d go over one part, then over it again and again. Before he realized he’d never get any progress on the rest of his planning and he’d have to delay it since he gets so NERVOUS. He doesn’t even show it on his face yet his heart’s beating 500 per minute.
When everything’s prepared, hopefully it all goes smoothly (spoiler alert, his high levels of anxiety did NOT help).
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He’s very gentle when he wants to be, otherwise you’re going to be carried like a sack of potatoes and being completely manhandled from one place to another when you’re not cooperating.
Sometimes he thinks you’re doing it on purpose but he also just loves carrying you and showing off his muscles. He won’t flex it but like, yeah? Mhmmmm?
Emotionally he can really empathize and connect with others, he takes the extra step to understand how people think and how one situation may be affecting them. He’ll be very gentle when he tries to understand and help you through any of your problems.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Four gets reasonably jealous. It’s not anything too intense, if anyone gets too close or physical to you he’ll gently pull you away from them and step between you two.
He won’t say anything, but he’ll stay close and just keep an eye on you.
After the conversation with whoever it was is done, he will tell you his concerns about them. He won’t tell you to stay away, that’s wholeheartedly your choice, but don’t expect him to sit back and watch.
S = security (how protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Four is regularly watching over you and observing you like a past time. So he’ll always be prepared when anything happens before you even know what’s happening.
He’ll catch you when you trip, he’ll block any attacks from monsters, he’ll take you out of a conversation you clearly feel uncomfortable being in.
He also loves when he’s being protected. It still pisses him off when you put yourself in harm’s way, let the man do his job.
In which you almost die of DEET poisoning, among other things (7615 words)
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Okay, you’re not literally running for the hills.
You feel someone grab at the back of your shirt, that almost trips you up. You simply go limp, and suddenly being faced with your entire weight, they’re thrown off and they let go. You glimpse pink.
You would say that you’re running for the woods, or into the woods. Woods time. You love the woods. The woods are so great and awesome. Those look like pines. Your mind is abuzz. Maybe this is a weird side effect of a concussion that no one told you about before. Maybe it’s all a dream. That would make sense.
An inopportune branch drags across your cheek. Gah! It stings with dirt and grime.
Your run stutters to an awkward forward hop through the well trodden path and you cover the scratch with your hand. No one expects the Surprise Tree.
Your face is wet. When in the hell did you find time to spill water on your face? Why don’t you remember that? Did the freaking… the morning dew from the leaves get everywhere? Is there even morning dew? You wipe it off. Your palm is red.
Holy shit your palm is red. Holy shit, you’re bleeding.
“Over here!”
You turn sharply toward the voice behind you. Sounds like the guy with fur pelt. Sounds like the Hero Of Twilight. Weird to listen to him talking.
No, no it doesn’t. It only sounds like him if you still don’t have any signal. You just need to find somewhere different and you’ll get signal and you’ll call someone and you’ll go home and you’ll tell your friends about what an adventure you had and you’ll go back to your life exactly how it was before and nothing will have ever to change ever again. Yes.
Focus. Focus! The ground is barren dirt with the footsteps of many people long past. You weigh your odds: you, teenager of average physique, against nine guys, all strong enough to carry swords and wear real metal armor, along a linear path where your only tool is how fast you can run.
The odds are not in your favor.
You veer to the left, straight into the underbrush. You keep your hand over your face because you know that bleeding onto the ground makes you way easier to track. You’d say you have some basic knowledge of how that kind of stuff works. Woods stuff. Unless people can only track you that way if they have a dog. You didn’t see a dog. Oh, but Twilight Princess Link can transform into a dog.
No! Anyway. You’ll have to find a place to stop. You’re sure you have a bandaid or something in your bag.
Running through the underbrush makes you very aware of why people usually hack through this stuff with a knife. You’ve grazed several spiky plants at this point, and you’re sure that your calves are gonna be a whole mess of tiny scratches. You don’t even wanna think about all the bugs there could be, roaming around invisibly just at your feet. You left your dang DEET in your backpack. And not even that, it’s hard to straight up watch for roots that poke out of the ground.
You’re stopped suddenly and for no reason. No, wait, Your shoe caught on a root poking out of the ground. You knew it. You knew it would happen the whole time. You tilt forward and fall off a cliff to your death.
Actually, it’s more of a hill. A gently sloping hill on which you roll downward and you can’t gain your bearings at all. But it still hurts.
“Egh- Ow- Ow- Ow- Ow-”
After an hour (a minute), you finally crumple into a puddle of limbs and torso and head at the end of your fall. Your backpack collapses next to you. Thank god it’s over.
You lie there on the ground for long enough to ponder how bad it would be to just not get up at all. Maybe it would be best to just let nature slowly reclaim you, and you’ll die peacefully of hypothermia on a cold night and once again become one with the Earth and universe. Your death will happen eventually either way. Or something like that.
But no, instead you slowly push yourself upward from the rocky dirt with a few sparingly placed patches of grass so that you’re sitting. You take a breath afterward, that was a lot of effort. Too much effort. You need to get more in shape. You look up at the sky. At the clouds floating by, carefree. You frown.
Just where are you?
LARPers aside, you literally have no idea where you are, and you have no way to get back home. You doubt anything those weird guys say, but the pounding in your head that’s been there since you woke up lends some credibility to their claims, because at least they’re not lying about that.
You’re definitely concussed. But how’d that even happen? All you really garnered from that was that ‘it was a miracle you survived,’ which doesn’t do anything except for make you anxious wondering about what the fuck happened. You have enough to worry about.
The decked out as fuck guy— okay. You have to call him something else. It’s a mouthful… or well, you’re not saying the words out loud- mind-ful? Yeah, that’s accurate. Your mind is full right now. Speaking of ‘mind-ful’, why would they even call mindfulness ‘mindfulness’ if it’s about emptying your mind. Word sound opposite of what word mean. You’re sure there’s a word for that as well. There’s a word to everything. Information is so vast. Mindfulness is also, like, impossible to achieve, so who cares anyway. You find the breathing exercises to be kind of embarrassing.
What shall you call him? Big ears? No, they all have— they’re all wearing elf ear prosthetics. Hm. Maybe… big as fuck scar guy. Yeah, that’s easier.
Anyway. Big as fuck scar guy was about to- oh god, he was about to tell you what happened, wasn’t he? And you interrupted him! And made fun of his ears even though they are big and you’re right! You don’t even know if these guys are bad, it’s not like they tried to do anything to hurt you while you were awake. One of them was like twelve, thirteen. How evil could he possibly be?
Very, actually. Very. Very evil. You know firsthand as someone who was twelve and also thirteen once upon a time. But that one didn’t seem particularly evil. Or even judgemental. He was just curious. All of them, they were all just curious, or cautious, or both. The same as you are. What if they were telling the truth?
Your sight starts to blur. This is so stupid. Why’d you even run? Why’d you have to be so emotional? Why couldn’t you just calmly sort it out like Link— like big as fuck scar guy said? Why were you so mean to them? Why do you always mess things up like this? What’s wrong with you?
With the back of your hand, you wipe the dirt off of your face. And also the blood off of your face. And also the- right. You should do something about that.
As soon as your backpack is in sight, you remember oh shit, your switch and your school computer!
…actually, who cares about your school computer. It’s not like it’s any good.
Wait, if it’s damaged then you’re the one that has to pay for it. Fuck!
You shove your phone in your pocket. When you grab your backpack by the top, there’s a lot more resistance to it than you remember. It wasn’t this heavy before. Did those weird guys slip something in there? But why would they do that, who would slip something into someone’s backpack, why wouldn’t they just steal from it. There’s valuable electronics in there. Unless it’s because they… they slipped a bomb in there and planned on exploding you and… killing… you. No, no. No, that’s completely outside the realm of reality. If they did, you would’ve exploded already. And they wouldn’t have chased after you. And it would have been heavy before you fell down the hill or took off or even woke up. Though it does make more sense than you being isekai’d or whatever.
Before you can think about any of that at all, you look a little closer and see-
What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck is that. What the fuck. What IS that???
There is a giant ass cyclops spider-crab— aren’t those the same thing? Giant ass arachnid. There is a giant ass cyclops arachnid looking CREATURE that has a hold of your bag now. Why in the fresh fucking fuck is it strong enough to pull your bag away from you? What does it need that strength for? What does it need your bag for?? It doesn’t even look like it’s struggling!
The wise thing to do would be to run. But are you just gonna let it take your bag? You’d run if it was, like, a human. Or a coyote. Or a boar. Or a lion. Or a tiger. Or a bear. Oh my! Anyway you are not getting your shit jacked by a bug. That would be your lowest low. Even lower than going ‘made you look’ and running away. Though, maybe that’s your highest high. You got nine people with it, that’s pretty impressive. Ha ha.
You kick the bug. Your shoe collides with a hard shell. Ow.
You yell at the bug, “Get off of my stuff, you fuckin’ fiend!”. Nothing happens. You don’t even know if it has ears, why’d you even do that.
You stop standing and let it pull on both your bag’s weight and your weight, instead—
You land on your butt. That worked a little too well. The giant ass cyclops looking Arachnid Freak of Nature flies off of your bag, landing on its back and wriggling its legs around. You take your bag back for the second time, today.
In what you can only describe as a miracle, it manages to flip itself back over. It looks at you with its big as fuck cyclops eye. Your video game mind tells you to punch it in that eye, that’s its weak spot. Seriously, why does it only have one eye. Animals usually have at least two, if any, because of depth perception and what not. Are there any animals that have just one?
This one does apparently because it’s looking at you with it and oh god it’s mad it’s gonna attack you and you can’t defend yourself because you’re frozen in fear. Your emotions get the better of you yet again. Shit. Fuck emotions, all your homies hate emotions.
You flinch when it starts moving. It turns around and scuttles away into the wood into the bushes and the roots and the other insects.
You watch it disappear into darkness. When it’s quiet for a bit too long, like the anticipation before a jumpscare in a horror movie, you slowly lean backward.
…
…nothing… happens.
Nothing happens.
Nothing happens!
You pump your fists up into the air. Yes! You win! You are so cool! Let’s fucking go! That was so awesome of you! You did something scary, and you didn’t die or fuck it up irrevocably! Yay!
You sling your backpack around to the front. Now, where’d you put your bandaids. Do you even have any? Oh, thank god, your switch is still fine. Your school computer is also fine. And your DEET! So many loose papers. Your folders aren’t even organized.
The forest before you whispers. You still your celebration.
…let‘s… go..?
First the forest whispers. Then it rustles. Then it shuffles, like the stampede of cats again. Did those guys find you? Oh, god. You’ll have a lot of things to explain.
Something very old in the back of your mind jerks awake, the hair on your skin stands up.
Look up look up look up!
You jump and throw yourself backward. There is a big fucking thing descending upon you. The air displaced from the big fucking thing’s landing pushes you even further.
They do not find you. You wish they found you. You can’t believe you thought what you now know is comparatively a nothing arachnid was big. No. This is the Biggest. It stands on four legs instead of six instead of eight. Its exoskeleton is sharp, jagged, its teeth— pincers. Its pincers look like they would hurt. Will hurt. The other ones, crawling forth from the trees, surround the biggest. Probably their leader or their queen or something. And you pissed it off. That little fucker ran off and told its mom on you.
The wise thing to do would be to run.
You’ve never been able to think on your feet. Your brain likes to pluck possibilities at its leisure, which leaves you frozen sitting and thinking on the kitchen floor at one in the morning instead of doing any work for school or otherwise or even just going to bed in an attempt to salvage what little hours of sleep you have left. When you try to do this with not even half as much time, your instincts are always wrong.
Your first instinct is to escape. So, so, maybe you shouldn’t do that? Maybe you should fight. Fight it. Punch it in its one big stupid eye and win.
A click emerges deep from its throat, and then its mandibles split open and it lets out a terrible screech, spraying you with spittle that sizzles and eats through the fabric of your backpack. If you hadn’t swung it out in front of you, your stomach would be—
Nope. Running it is.
-
“Over here!”
Link, the ranch hand, the Hero of Twilight, calls out to his traveling party.
Or his friends. Or his companions. Or his brothers-in-arms, maybe. It’s hard to find a word to describe the kinship he’s found with the heroes that come before him and those that come afterward. Maybe brothers-in-arms is the closest. He’s never had much of a blood family to speak of, so he isn’t one to know who to give the title to or what it’s supposed to mean. But in the very least, he knows that ‘brother’ feels right.
He makes the familiar transformation from a Hylian to a wolf, a beast of darkness and shadow. While a wolf, even if his sight is greyer and duller, the air of the forest bites sharper, and he can see just as well with his nose. He’ll let that guide him.
He trots forward. First it’s the kid’s footprints that almost glow compared to the undisturbed foliage around them. Then, a trail of blood droplets paints the ground, though not many. The kid’s not bleeding out in the very least. He cranes his neck upward, to see the culprit. An awkwardly placed tree branch. That would leave a nasty cut.
Just up ahead, the trail they created turns to the left. He peers down the line of trees. There is a path of flattened plants and an absence of animals that dispersed in their presence. He follows it, knowing his brothers-in-arms are not far behind, knowing that they know who he is, and that he’s not just a wolf going where he pleases.
He never really had a plan to tell everyone about it. He was sure that many among them would react with less than hospitality toward what dangles from his neck. Using dark magic to transform can drive people mad.
He follows it until he comes to a hillside where the trees grow thinner because of the angle.
The footprints stop here.
Link sheds the skin of the wolf, and he comes out on the other side clutching the curse solidified. It’s a little less startling each time, it hurts a little less. Though it exacerbates the dull pain in his side. He’s beaten death. Nothing he can’t handle. He hears everyone else approach from behind.
“They went that-a-ways,”
He points with his thumb. Though their path is not nearly as easy to see now, the marks from where they clearly tumbled their way down the hill are obvious to anybody that knows what to look for.
The Hero of Winds frowns, squinting with the distance, looking into the area of woods that’s grey and desolate. The decay spirals outward. Evil has walked there, and it has taken life out of the land. “But that’s…”
“A Gohma nest,” Says the old man, with a grave expression that leaves no room for mirth, as he’s had on more than usual these days.
The Hero of the Four Sword looks like he just appears behind him. He does this often. No one’s been able to figure out if this is a power of his he gained on his journey, or a skill he picked up somewhere, or just because of his… stature. “More of the Shadow’s minions?”
“Presumably.” The old man nods. “No monsters outside of the Shadow’s influence have thought to show themselves in this era, as of yet.” Link feels his eyes on him. Again, he’s beaten death. Nothing he can’t handle.
The traveler’s words sound like a wince under his breath, “Let’s just hope it stays that way…”
“Ugh,” The sailor shivers, and he sticks his tongue out. “I feel bad for them. I hated fighting that thing,”
The vet squints at their apparent destination. “They’re the one that decided to deceive us and run off right into the woods.”
Link raises an eyebrow. “Oh, and you’d have a better reaction?”
The chosen hero offers, “They were probably pretty confused waking up to nine boys and men, honestly,”
“They were very disoriented when they woke up.” The captain rests his hand on his chin. “They won’t be able to just walk away from that kind of injury,”
“But they did.” The vet looks nothing less than affronted. Now this, this is a common expression for him to have on his face. “Am I the only one that doesn’t think that’s weird? Are we to assume that everything is just a coincidence, now? For what reason would they lead us away from the Shadow other than-”
“Veteran,”
He stops speaking at the voice of the Hero of Time.
“While your input has merit, it’s unnecessary at this moment. We need to prioritize saving a person from danger over questioning their intent. Should they be innocent, would you rather have let them be killed?”
The mild chatter of the party fizzles to a halt.
The vet opens his mouth. He closes it. Looks away. He hunches, glaring at the ground as he drifts toward the traveler. Link hears him mumble something like ‘that’s not what I meant…’.
Funny hearing him talk like that, knowing what form he takes when faced with the magic of his curse.
The old man starts down the hill. Then the captain. then Link, the chosen hero, the vet, the traveler, smithy, the sailor…
“Hup!”
Then there’s the champion. A blur of blue and gold just gliding right past him and everyone else, feet planted on his shield. The sailor gapes.
“What??” He says it from his chest, and it pokes a hole in the tension. His eyebrows are up high enough to crease his forehead.
Link chuckles, “Keep makin’ that face and it’ll get stuck that way,”
“But- b-” The sailor’s head bobs between the Hero of the Wild, already entering the forest, and said captain. “you can do that?!”
“He can do that,” The captain shuts down that idea quickly. It’s true that the last thing any of them need is everyone breaking their shields trying to surf. Though, Link was there when the champion tried to teach him. The captain wasn’t entirely successful.
And they wouldn’t have time to do that, anyways, because they’ve reached the end of the hill.
The air of the woods before them is nothing less than dark and oppressive. The kind that puts weight on the chest, every muscle in the body coiling up to run, run, run. But the feeling is not unknown to any of them. Far from it.
Just a little up ahead on the trail is their very own champion, looking sternly down the end of his new sword on which a ghoma larvae is skewered. He lowers it, holding on with both hands, and he pushes the body off with his boot. He glances up at the group.
“Sword’s good,” He says, raising it up to prove that it is in fact not broken.
Smithy eyes said sword. He has to appraise if it’s actually fine or not, because the Hero of Wild has a way with the destruction of swords and bows and shields, even if they’re newly made. It’s a talent at this point.
“Make sure it stays like that,” He says with a smile in his voice.
The champion doesn’t get a chance to respond, because more gohma larvae crawl out of the wood-work. Literally.
Link stretches the band of his slingshot, hitting the creature right in the eyeball. It’s stunned still. That’s usually the weakness, when everything else is armored. It’s always either the eye or the back if he can’t just pummel it. He doesn’t this time, instead he just kicks it. It lets out a squeal. Its four little legs wriggle around rapidly, before it stops moving altogether.
He hears the call of another, behind him. When he turns around, the old man is already cutting through it. The Hero of Twilight blinks. He- he surely had that. The old man knows he had that.
“It’s on my shield!”
The sailor cries out, as he rotates his arm to shake it off.
“Don’t worry, I’ll-” The captain cuts himself off, because now one latches on to his boot. The chosen hero spins in a wide circle to be rid of those swarming him, smithy grasps for the one on his back, the champion picks up the one crawling up the new sword and he throws it.
The vet kicks away a larva that was intent on doing the same to him. He gives his attention to the Hero of Time, “There’s too many of them to fight, old man,”
Said old man sighs. Even Link will agree that it sounds like a jab.
But that kid isn’t wrong. It is, indeed, too much.
“This is true. We shall move ahead, instead of wasting time fighting an uphill battle.”
Link rolls forward, and this sends anything that might have attached itself to him flying back where it came from. He comes out on the other side running.
“I’ll catch up to you guys!”
The traveler yells. Link feels the heat and smells the stench of burned bug before he cranes his neck to see it. When he does, the traveler is shooting flaming projectiles forth from his sword. Damn, these kids…
He runs ahead to catch up to them after all that can be done is done. The champion follows suit. Nocking three arrows that burn and sizzle, he releases them. They fly in a tall arc, and they explode whatever was left into ash upon impact. Unfortunate for whatever harmless forest creatures were caught in the blast, but impressive nonetheless. The force pushes a short burst of wind toward them. Link’s hair ruffles in his face.
“Whoa..” The sailor voices his awe, but that isn’t to say no one else has a similar look on their face. They’re all still for a moment as the smoke billows out from the ground.
“That surely took care of them,” The traveler remarks, an astounded smile resting upon his face.
The champion looks back at him. “When there’s no time to figure out how to defeat monsters, shooting a bunch of bomb arrows at them works just as well,”
Link reminisces upon all the times the Hero of the Wild completely made up something on the spot, or brute forced his way through a puzzle, as the traveler pats said hero on the back. “…sounds about right,”
“Gah!!!!”
Now that voice, neither Link nor anyone else is familiar with hearing come from any member of their party’s mouths. The kid, from up ahead.
“POISON! POIIIIISON!”
Just what in the world are they hollering about?
Link doesn’t have time to wonder, nor does he really want to at the moment. When it comes to the life of a hero, one’s gotta keep a tight grip on the thoughts. Wondering is for later.
The captain and the old man catch the group’s eyes. They nod. Link nods. Everyone nods. They’ve all done this a thousand times over.
Rescue is for now.
-
”POIIIIIISONNNN!!!”
You yell, as you release another volley of DEET from your spot of ultimate tactical advantage up in this tree.
It was probably surely definitely actually happening, what you thought was happening and then thought couldn’t be happening.
Your eyes burn. These motherfucking piece of shit arachnid fucking spider fucking gohma are the worst thing ever invented. And yeah, invented. You would say that jokingly about rain or about an invasive bug or about sickness, like ‘oh haha imagine if someone invented this thing that sucked so bad and made everything worse for no reason’. Except in this case the gohma were invented and whoever did decided that they would be a good enemy to put in a Zelda game to suck so bad and make everything worse for no reason, a Zelda game which is also something that is real by the way.
Like any normal person you did not think that video games were real, or that other dimensions were real, or that magic was real. As much as you would wish it into existence so that you could do anything and be anyone other than who you were right then, identity disturbance or something, it would not happen because that’s not how the world works. That’s not how the universe works. It doesn’t care about anything some random kid has to say and everything will keep spinning with or without you. Even if you saw magic happen right in front of your eyes, you would deny it. It would simply be too good to be true.
Little did you know that all of those things actually fucking are they are real they’re so real that they can hurt you and you just ditched the chance to meet all of these really cool characters you think about and rotate in your brain all the time in favor of horrible death by big mama gohma and tiny gohma babies and maybe even falling because you feel your grip getting loose and your hand slipping from all the sweat you sweated. Swote?
And you acted like an insane person in front of all of them. You called the motherfucking HERO OF TIME from OCARINA OF TIME AND MAJORAS MASK an ‘anime hair elf man’. AHHHHHHH!
You would be the worst isekai fanfic protagonist ever and if this was a story you are sure that no one would want to read it at all. People read stories for escapism and for wish fulfillment and the like, they do not read it to watch someone fuck around and taunt their favorite guys with preschooler insults and then get lost and die. From a giant BUG.
“DEATH! Death to ALL bugs who DARE to cross me!!!”
You spray big mama gohma right in the eye as she tries to climb into your designated spot and eat you or kill you or whatever it is that she wants, enemies in Zelda just kind of attack you because they’re evil or something. It makes you wonder, maybe it’s only because you encroached upon your territory. Maybe Link was only ever poking his face into places where he wasn’t wanted, and that’s why everyone kept attacking him.
She screeches again. You are so done with hearing that screech. You could go your entire life without hearing or making any screeching at all and you would be happy. You’d be happy to survive this encounter, even.
But then again, maybe it’s what you deserve. Maybe it is this universe punishing you for existing where you aren’t supposed to. Actually, this universe probably doesn’t care that much either or even know that you’re here. Who makes up the empty void beneath Hyrule, again? Null? That probably doesn’t know about you, either. No one knows who you are or where you’re from or anything about your life other than that you’re kind of an unstable jerk that runs away from confrontation. What a way to be remembered. Might as well just accept it now. Don’t want to look like the loser that said shit and proceeded to be unable to take shit.
“Hyah!”
What.
You open your eyes. They were closed? You open your eyes. What?
There’s a- you hear a dense thunk. You see the tail of an arrow, and also the shaft of an arrow, an entire fucking arrow sticking out of the seam between big mama gohma’s thorax and her head. She makes this awful, low clicking sound as she slowly turns her body to face whatever or whoever did that. You peer out over her, because of course you wanna know too.
“Pick on someone your own size, why don’t ya!”
And well, that is fluffy pelt guy. That is the Hero of Twilight.
You always read things that were like ‘and their jaw dropped’, and you never quite understood it because you would envision the character’s jaw literally dropping. It was distracting. Someone’s jaw literally dropping would be a very bad medical emergency.
Your mouth falls open. You think you understand it now.
You thought that the most competent heroes who had saved the entire kingdom and world several times over combined wouldn’t be able to find someone that got turned around in the woods. For some reason. Or maybe they wouldn’t want to. For some reason. But they did find you. Because they’re real. And they’re heroes. And they’re here to save you. They’re here to save you! Of all people.
And - okay. Big Mama Gohma jumps off of the tree and leaves it freaking swaying. You tighten your grip on the bark at the sight of the ground, which is very far away from you. You’d at least break a rib. Or a limb. Or a skull. Just the one.
You hold on securely enough with your hands gripping a branch above and your legs wrapped around the even bigger branch below. You are the most scared you’ve ever been. But still, you stretch your neck a bit to see the fight. The bossfight.
The one in the blue tunic and the- the Hylian hood. His hood is down. That’s Breath of the Wild Link. Holy crap, that’s Breath of the Wild link. Wow, he grew his hair out. It’s even longer than it was in Tears of the Kingdom.
The one who looks like the Hero of Men is probably… the guy from the Minish cap. And Four Swords, because that’s the Four Sword in his hand. And his tunic is the four colors of the Four Sword. But he’s not in four.
Woah, they’re all moving incredibly fast. It’s a blur. You catch- oh, is that the original Link? From the original Legend of Zelda, not from Skyward Sword. Where is his hat? Holy crap, you actually talked to the Link from Skyward Sword, and he asked you if you were from… Skyloft. What’s the jump in logic there.
The kid in the blue tunic- is that Wind Waker Link? Ah!!! Wind Waker Link!!! With a battle cry Wind Waker Link jumps over a wriggling little larvae that had attempted to trip him up. He pulls out his boomerang, and- woah holy mackerel he just took out five of the larvae at once!
Holy mackerel? You’ve never said that. You’ve never said that before. Why did that happen. And okay. Okay, there is the guy with pink edges. And completely pink tuft, you did not notice that beforehand. That must be the guy from all the fuckin’ games, like, ever. Wasn’t he in four? Or five? Or six? His hair must be pink because that’s how it was in A Link to the Past. Do A Link Between Worlds and Triforce Heroes count, is he also from those?
That’s Hyrule Warriors Link again. If you ever had any doubts about their abilities to swing a sword, no you don’t. Gone, completely. It’s like watching a figure skater. Makeup and all, he’s got, like, a bit of a smokey eye going on. It might actually be a lot actually, considering you can see it from all the way up here.
Then there is who must be the Hero of Time and Termina.
He fights like……. a video game character.
Okay, well, that’s not really how you meant it.
He fights like- like every swing is so practiced and like he knows where his arms and his legs and where everything all has to be in order to get a good hit in. Like how moves are in action games with everything animated so smoothly and whatnot. 60 frames per second. Whatever. You’re not very good at metaphors. Hero Of Time Fight Good And It Cool To Watch. There, that’s all you had to say.
It’s actually the Hero of Time who deals the final blow. He stabs it in the eye because you were right, the eye is the weakness. You remember Ocarina of Time, you remember being scared shitless of the Gohma boss and it took forever to beat it and then you eventually replayed it and you thought, why was this ever hard for child me. This is the easiest thing in the universe, it goes down in like two hits. You feel a bit like that child again, your heart and mind buzzing with pure, unfiltered excitement. Emotion so overwhelming that you feel it physically crushing you, if it goes on it’ll surely squeeze tears out.
“You can come down now,” He projects his voice up toward you. His voice, that he has. He’s saying words. To you.
“Uh…” You groan in a ghastly way.
The Link from Wind Waker grins up at you. ”Don’t worry, it’s all the way dead!” And he gives the corpse a good kick. It twitches, and he jumps back with a yelp. Everyone including you zeroes in on the sound, it seems. But then the Link from Hyrule Warriors says something to him, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder, and the boy lowers his sword.
“We have red potions and we have fairies. We’ll give them to you if you need them.” The Hero of Time speaks again.
You slowly bring your hand up to the cut on your face.
Right. That.
Oh god. The infections you could get from that alone. What if bacteria got into your blood and then you went into sepsis. And died. In the woods. With no hospital and no doctors apart from a bunch of medieval men.
You need to stop being so slow to realize anything at all. It’s embarrassing. You’re like a little worm wriggling around on the sidewalk after it rains in front of the nine coolest people you’ll probably ever meet, just objectively. Would you still love me if I was a worm?
Focus!!!
You hear someone click their tongue.
“Look, it really is dead. See?” The Link from A Link to the Past and Oracle of Ages and Seasons and Link’s Awakening and maybe even A Link Between Worlds and Triforce Heroes but you are not sure, draws his sword again, twirling it in his hand for a moment, before he leans over to tap the corpse of big mama gohma once, twice. It doesn’t twitch the second time. “Dead. Deader than dead. So, it’s safe to come down now. And then we can all just sit together and have a nice calm talk about what happened, and walk away from it all…” He begins to pace in a slow circle. That is, until he points an accusing finger at you. Objection! Hold it!
“Unless there is a reason you want us to remain here, in the middle of the den of evil.”
‘Den of evil’, huh?
They definitely share a vocabulary with the series.
For someone that went through four, maybe five games, he looks pretty young. Just a bit older than you are. One would think he’d be the de facto leader just because of sheer experience, but no that honor goes to the Hero of Time. You guess it mirrors Ocarina of Time’s treatment in real life as one of the first games that really cemented Zelda’s reputation as a three dimensional game as video games moved away from 2D, and also how almost every game made after it mentions it in some way. As a legend in the Wind Waker, as a prayer in Breath of the Wild, and then he’s literally just in Twilight Princess. The Hero’s shade is literally just him. That gold shoulder plating looks familiar.
What were you thinking about. Right. This guy. The Hero of Legend. Every game guy. That’s what you’ll call him for now. Every game guy has every right to be suspicious of you. He’s seen so much shit, and he’s gotta think that you suddenly… appearing… must be a trick… too…?
But wait, they still haven’t told you what happened because you were being a jerk an interrupted them. They haven’t told you the what. Or the why. Or why all the fucking Links from everything everywhere all at once are all here, you haven’t even thought about that yet. Why are all of them here? Together? And what, they’re not even a little bit suspicious of each other? With how many iterations of Dark Link or Shadow Link or Echo Link there have been? Where is Link from Echoes of Wisdom, anyway? Where’s Link from Spirit Tracks? All of the other nine of them are here. Why aren’t they questioning each other just as much as this guy is questioning you? Do they all know each other already? How??
“What— what happened??”
You blurt out.
“What?” Says every game guy, and the ‘t’ is sharp.
“What happened.” You repeat. “I want- I want to know what happened. Because, like— I woke up to a bunch of weird guys with swords, and you all were like,” You lower your voice an octave. “‘oh that was a really bad fall, it was a miracle you survived, uh, I’m not gonna tell you my name but where is your house and where are you from?’ and then you start chasing me and then I had to fight that… thing, and I’ve never seen a bug so big before, like holy shit is this the fuckin’ carboniferous period or what, I still don’t know what happened or where I am or why I’m here or why you’re so suspicious of me or where all of- why all of you are here, and you’re here talking about the ‘den of evil’, like, what does that even mean? What does it mean???”
You throw your arms out in front of you. And you actually make eye contact with every game guy. His mouth is slightly open, his finger lowered. The fire and the certainty gone.
Before you can break eye contact, you slide forward off the branch below, because you forgot that you were holding onto another branch with those arms. You suppose that’s one way to get out of a conversation.
You hear the wind whistle in your ears, and you see your whole life in fleeting flashes. You squeeze your eyes shut in preparation for the pain, and then the nothing.
You’re stopped. You’re plucked out of the air. You’re floating. You’ve died, and now you’re above your body.
…you open one eye.
Black fur, dark green, dirty blond hair—
It’s the Hero of Twilight. Again.
You’re not dead. You’re alive. The Hero of Twilight has hoisted you up by your armpits, your legs dangle just above the barren dirt that would have killed you.
Maybe it wouldn’t have killed you. It’s more likely you would have broken your arm, or something. But you did fall forward instead of backward. You could’ve landed on your head. And broken your skull. Or broken your neck. Or at least gotten a worse concussion. That would have been bad. Really bad.
But it didn’t… happen.
No, right now you’re being held by the Hero of Twilight from Twilight Princess. Link from Twilight Princess is holding you. Like how one would hold a cat. Behind him, you see the Hero of Time, The Hero of… wars… seriously, what is he called in the context of that naming convention? And the Hero of Legend all with their arms out also. Further behind him, still, you see the rest frozen in a run. Well, not frozen. They’re all just still. Whatever. The impulse is stronger than ever to touch the pelt around his shoulders. Touch it. Touch the pelt.
He slowly, gently, sets you down, and you don’t give in to your impulses.
No, instead the darkness bubbles in the corners of your vision. It might be because of the concussion, but it might also be because of the metric ton of DEET you inhaled. Yay pesticides. You only take a step backwards, instead of falling, throwing your arms out again to make your center of gravity bigger this time.
“Op-” Says Link from Twilight Princess.
”Ah-” Says Link from Every Game. You’re not going to list all of them in your head every time. Says The Only Link With Pink In His Hair.
“Careful,” Calls out Link from The Legend of Zelda, the originals. Where is his silly hat. You’ll riot.
“Don’t pass out,” Says Link from The Minish Cap and Four Swords (or is it Four Swords Adventures? Does it matter?)
“Uh oh,” Says Link from Skyward Sword. You aren’t as surprised hearing those words come out of his mouth as you are at the others.
“I can’t see!” Says Link from Wind Waker, but you can’t see him either so you can only hear him. No surprise here either
“Don’t crowd them,” Orders Link from Ocarina of Time and Majora’s Mask, and he ushers everyone backward.
“Did that thing poison you?” Except for Link from Hyrule Warriors, who questions you. Interrogates you. While looking down at your poor melted backpack.
You feel like you should shape up and fix your posture and fix your face and report exactly what happened one hundred years ago. Nope, you mean one hundred seconds ago. Or so. It would be best to refrain from those types of jokes around the guy that it happened to even if it’s only in your head. In your head can become out of your head quick if you’re not careful. Said guy is turned around and crouched near the ground. Go figure.
You breath in, and you close your eyes, and you do stand up straighter, actually, waving your hands around again. That’s worked twice so far when it comes to getting others to stop talking. Your arsenal of strategic moves only grows— flapping your hands, falling limp, and going ‘made you look’. You’ll be a hero yet.
”I’m fine. It’s fine. What happened,”
You stare at them with wide eyes. You feel a little like the guy running around looking at the ground, except not really at all because they’re going to tell you really soon and you won’t have to travel around trying to match up the world to twelve photos and then some.
The Hero of Time gestures at Wind Waker Link. He says something like ‘I’m afraid I am out of fairies’ but you can’t hear him because he’s turned around.
Wind Waker Link looks up from where he was quietly pondering the sparse foliage, it seems. What an odd change of pace. And he bounds over, rummaging around in his bag until he pulls out a bottle with a light in it. No. A bottle with a fairy in it. He literally just said it was a fairy. That’s what he said. Just because you don’t want to hear it doesn’t mean that’s not what he said. You need to snap out of it. Or snap into it, that would be more accurate. It’s all real and it’s all happening and you can’t be left behind everyone else. He hands it to him who then unseals the bottle and holds it out at you.
The fairy (you never thought you would think that in your head about anything that is flying and small) whirls around you. The pounding in your head, the burning of your eyes, the aching on your chest, and also in your chest, the burning in your muscles and the cut on your cheek all disappear with that fairy as it flies up, up, up, and away. Into the canopy. Free. Beyond the canopy is the sun. And it’s not the same sun that every human has seen since the beginning of time. Not even one other human from your home has seen it. Or you suppose some have seen it. You’ve seen it. But none of them have felt it. None of them have felt the midday heat of this completely alien main sequence star, on this completely alien ground. ‘Alien’ isn’t a word you associate with Zelda (except for that one time in Majora’s Mask, you guess), but that’s what it is. Alien. In the classical sense.
Don’t the fairies disappear after they heal you, in the games? You can’t remember. It was probably to save on animation costs.
Link from Ocarina of Time and Majora’s Mask, The Hero of Time, an older and wiser Hero of Time who wouldn’t be someone dressed as him and really in character, because you can’t play the look in his eyes, tells you this with his mouth and his voice that he has now.
I’m really loving this so far, your way of writing is so all over and still somehow manages to blend back into the actual scenario in the end! I feel like I’m on a rollercoaster 😭😭🙏🙏
Warriors, Twilight and Sky with F, N, T, U and W please!!
If you don’t see letters for specific characters it’s because I did them already in a different part!! (I make sure to double check)
I try to keep my masterlist as updated as possible so go check it out for any of the other letters 🙏
Warriors, Twilight & Sky SFW alphabet
Warriors
N = night (How are nights spent with them?)
Wars usually returns late on various nights, training new recruits can be excruciating and sometimes he just wants to lay down on you and not do anything. However once you wrap your arms around him he’s in instant heaven.
When he’s a little more energetic, 100% skin care, hair care, massages, the full salon package. You both find it super fun to just take care of the other and you both like being taken care of so it’s a win win.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
A try hard, he’ll make it a priority to spoil you with gifts littered in glitter and sparkles. Not really because that’s messy.
He’ll put a lot of efforts into anniversaries, use some of his connections to make something grand.
If you don’t want anything too big though he’s also okay with throwing something a little smaller. A cake, flowers and a few gifts!
That’s as small as he’s willing to get, don’t fight it.
W = whole (old they feel incomplete without you?)
As an identity no, he won’t feel a missing half of himself without you in any way. He’s still himself without you, he just really misses your presence and moments that had you in it.
If he feels identifiably fine without you, he definitely feels like his life is missing you.
Rather than two half’s of a whole, it was two wholes that complimented each other nicely. He’ll miss that connection more than anything.
Twilight
F = Fiance(e) (How would they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Coming from a village, he probably would just be used to getting married instantly.
He doesn’t feel as conflicted about it, in his mind it’s just he loves you and the process from there is courting and then marriage.
He won’t be hesitant to ask you to marry him. Definitely still nervous though.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He already takes care of most of the village daily. They heavily rely on him and he always makes sure everything that needs to be done is done by the end of the day.
This will of course also include anything you need to get done. His efforts don’t need to get noticed, he just loves being helpful.
So when he does find the time of day, all he wants to do is spend it with you. Nature walk, ride on Epona, picnic dates. He’d love to do all of it with you.
He’ll even present you with a small gift from any town that reminded him of you.
He’s very thoughtful.
U - ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Following up with his T, he does everything alone.
Literally, it’s like he’s asking for death when it comes to needing help from another person.
It’s like yeah, he can do it, but there is SO MUCH for him to do that he’s going to strain himself and pass out.
If he does eventually get help on his jobs and someone gets hurt he’ll immediately blame himself and then he’s less likely to ask for help ever again.
He’d go at everything solo if he chose to. The village forced him to take a rest day or two every week because of this.
W = whole (old they feel incomplete without you?)
He definitely feels “incomplete”, but not so soul damaging that he could never live without you.
He’s lost someone before and he mourns every now and then. However, he won’t let that stop him from living the life he currently has with the village and all its people.
Even the other Links can make his life so much fuller.
He will always take a step back upon anything that reminds him of you though.
Sky
N = night (How are nights spent with them?)
Yall don’t even get the chance to do a night routine before Sky passes out on you.
Not on the bed. ON YOU.
He’ll just lay on you and won’t care whether or not you had something to entertain yourself in that minute, you won’t be doing anything else. Sooo you better be prepared.
Even better, just do your night routine mid evening before he starts looking woozy. It’ll save you the trouble of tryna get out of his grasp.
You never will be able to.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He puts a lot more effort into making rather than thinking. He’ll find something simple you like and would rather spend days wood carving it for you and giving you your favourite snack on the side.
He’s wholesome like that. He’s also very gentlemanly on dates. You’ll never find yourself holding a door handle ever again with Sky around.
And you bet your hand is getting kissed and you’d be treated like royalty.
U - ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
This is probably a bit out of character because he doesn’t want to do anything to make you think of him any badly. However, I just thought of the fact that he sleeps in so many beds that he’s at LEAST slept in another female of the same age’s bed before and a shit ton of rumours broke out about them the day after when he walked out of her room in the morning.
He sometimes can’t help how tired he gets I guess.
W = whole (old they feel incomplete without you?)
Does he feel incomplete without you? No, no no, of course not!
What are you? Crazy?
He feels like he’s lost his life’s purpose!
How could you cut him out? What is he supposed to do now that you’re not here for him to worship, protect, and absolutely adore?
