…ok so you probably forgot you sent this request (i think it’s an old one) but it was interesting!!
Thanks to @whispers-on-the-wind for proofreading
cw: alluding to self harm, religious trauma, possessive/yan elements, sky slightly ooc (?)
You awake from your mid-afternoon nap to the non-enjoyable sound of argument.
The voices are fuzzy, your brain wanting to believe that perhaps this isn’t your problem. That perhaps if you’re lucky enough, then they’ll just stop. But, as you’ve likely gathered, things do not go so swimmingly.
You sit up once one of the offending voices stumbles closer, spilling fine dirt all over your squinted face. Your eyes take focus as you lean back upon your palms, trying to figure who and what the problem is.
Predictably, Legend is only a stride or do from you, staring down his chosen enemy. You hadn’t been travelling with the group for very long, but the Vet’s inability to recognize when enough was enough and finally let things go had caused enough arguments.
Sky, on the other hand, throws you for some confusion. He stands, arms thrown out to the sides in exasperation. His brow holds tension as he wordlessly asks his companion for explanation.
The others try and pretend they aren’t listening. There’s various degrees of success. Wind and Wild are only missing some popcorn– considering they’re sat in silent observance of the standoff.
“Look,” Legend breaks their established silence, “I know you’re close with Hylia, or whatever-” Sky scoffs. ‘close’ was an understatement. “But you’ve gotta admit- it’s pretty fuckin’ twisted.” His voice tremors as he tries to keep his case.
“Things had to be done.” Sky’s voice, by contrast, is much more even. “It’s not like there’s many available wielders for the Master Sword. There’s one hero’s spirit.” He swallows, and Legend near-beside you tries to tamp down his anger.
“Besides,” Sky continues, “It’s not like she has much of an option either. Evil can’t just go unaddressed-”
“I was 10.” Legend barks. The tone alone is enough to make you flinch– let alone the volume. “Four and Time were, too.” He adds, gesturing to the offending members as they desperately try to ignore what’s happening. “Wild died, Sky.” He continues, his hands shaking proper now. “Hyrule has to run the rest of his life- and what?” He scoffs. “I’m just supposed to be happy I’m getting called upon again?” He mumbles something to himself.
“No go on,” Sky sits, as if convincing Legend of anything else is a lost cause. “Speak up.”
“I’m taking a walk.” No one moves to stop him.
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Two days later, you really began to wish you did.
It’d rained, a near constant drizzle from nearly an hour after he left. It was uncanny– thick, pillowy clouds rippled over the forest, while you could see the sunlight streaking down in the distance. It sure felt like punishment, cold and seeping into your packs the longer the groups had waited.
The tension hasn’t left the camp. Some try to ignore the idea they could’ve had another life. Some know that the idea they didn’t have to suffer would save them satisfaction later in their lives.
Wild tries to throw himself at anything possible to distract himself– all the while with uncanny neutrality.
Time, Four, and Wind continue the best they can together.
Sky, Twilight and Wars try their best to return things to normality, each passing hour of not-quite-right effecting them double of the last.
Hyrule glues himself to your side.
By time the evening settles, the cool air couldn’t feel any more suffocating. There's no sound in the forest that surrounds you. No wind to shake the trees. No animals to call to one another.Just the rain mattering against the already wet dirt, and your group, silent as if another conversation might break the fragile peace.
Your rice and meat is bland. The cook is too out of it, and the others are too afraid to mention it. There’s not even laughter to ignore it, and scarf it down anyway. You set down your bowl decisively. It’s the only sure thing of the last two days, immediately drawing the attention of your 8 other compatriots.
“I’m gonna go find him.” You stand, stretching.
“You don’t-” Time starts, looking individually at everyone else, before returning to you. “It’s not your conflict to solve. You don’t have to feel responsible for fixing it.” His voice is expectedly gentle. The calmness that everyone had been so reliant on to not fall apart.
“I know,” You nod. “But someone has to. And it’s my bet he’d spend more effort trying to convince any of the rest of you into agreeing with him, than admitting he can move on.” You know you hit the nail on the head when everyone suddenly looks away. They can’t bring themselves to lie to you and themselves.
“Wild,” He looks at you like he didn’t know you knew he existed. It’s nearly amusing, his shock. “Can you make an extra portion for Legend, I’m sure he’ll be hungry.” He smiles, glad to be given a new purpose, it seems, and gets to work.
You grab a short sword, the last red potion of yours,and a change of clothes for safe measure, not sure what state he’ll be in when you find him. Dead, alive, or badly beaten, you were set at getting him home at the least.
You adjust your cloak on your shoulders, running the seam along your fingertips, as if the ritual might actually provide some security. You begin your march towards the deepening darkness.
And nearly trip as your cloak is pulled taught.
Hyrule scrambles from where he’d lunged to catch the very edge of your cloak (Read: spread out upon the rough dirt floor) To in front of you. He presses a single glowing bottle into your palm, jittering with energy. It feels just like you, right now.
“It’s a-” You gasp, forgetting the non-official rule against speaking too loudly.
“Fairy” He finishes for you, diminishing the volume back to a whisper. He grins, the first you’ve seen in what feels like forever, conspiratory for your mission.
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The further you stray from the fire and the camp, the more worry begins to well wir thin you. The near constant rain and lack of sunlight made the forest less hospitable than they already are. Rocks jut upwards, too slick now to be climbed on. A deep ravine cracks far down on your right. If he’d taken either path, you’d doubt there’s much you could do to help him immediately.
Moreover, a chill seeps into everything.
Every surface –trees, rocks, leaf litter, foliage, so on– they’re all covered in rain. The forest grows increasingly dense as you continue wandering. Once identifiable tracks now skewed by thorny vines and thick grasses you have to bargain not to trip over.
The longer the chill stays, the further the clouds dip into the valley. You laugh, partially for your shitty luck, as the already not-so-easy to find path is now just not-easy-to-see in general.
And you thought the rain was punishment.
Your shivering hands light a small amount of oil for your lamp. As much as the forest was shitty to travel through– it hasn’t been your home for the last two days. Regardless of how uncomfortable you are right now, you manage to push through it on the thought of getting the Vet out.
It’s nearly an hour of slow walking and stumbling blind before you find something considerable for the label of shelter– even then, it hardly earns that title.
It’s three stone slabs and a roof, enough to protect someone maybe from the rain if they coil curl up tight enough. And that’s how you find him, curled up as tight as he can manage to fit under the roof and beside the cracked statue. Even at a distance, it smells like mold. As soon as he hears you, he reflexively moves further into the crevice you suspect he’s stuck in.
“Legend?” You see his leg twitch like an animal stuck in a trap, bucking like he can’t tell if he needs to keep running or move further into the teeth he’s caught.
You sit, a meter away from the front of the small shrine, and settle there. You ignore the creeping smell of rot and the blooming black patches of slimy decay that encase the stone and its surroundings.
He wishes it wasn’t you who found him. He wasn’t fond of anyone seeing his weakness, but some part of him felt that maybe you could’ve gotten along. That you were someone he could see himself living beside.
Now, you weren’t even going to consider him as anyone worth talking to.
“Hey,” You recall his attention, trying your best to not treat him like an injured animal. “I brought you some fresh clothes” You set them down at his feet. He looks them down, a single side of his face scrunching in confusion. Slowly, he reaches for them, struggling against the wall to sit up and reach them. He holds them in his lap, staring at them like they’re foreign. On some level, his coldness being met with concern of any level is foreign. He wraps the blanket from his bedroll and wraps it around his shoulders.
“Are you injured?” He looks back at you like you’d just threatened to stab him– a mild amount of concern and confusion settling over him before he hardens again.
“Why do you even care?” He scoffs. “Look, just go back to camp-”
“Not an option.”
He sniffles, evidently not planning for the chance you just… didn’t engage. You roll the bottle of red potion to him, the orangey-red liquid swirling as it picks up motion, the glass’ momentum swaying unevenly. It clicks off the small plinth the shrine sits upon.
Successfully tempted, Legend unsqueezes himself from the wall and sits on the ground with you. His skin is such a stark contrast to his surroundings, you feel compelled to look. You’re immediately compelled to look away as quickly. His fingers are chewed raw in places, nails bitten and picked to stubs. There’s plenty of scars, naturally, from lightning and fire and sword clash; but the ladder of scars, perfect vertical lines trailing down the bone of his thumb confirms what you expected.
You barely get to think on the new information as he uncorks the glass and downs half the contents before having to stomach a gag.
“Hurts like a bitch on an empty stomach” He laughs, trying to keep from coughing too hard.
“I figured,” You chuckle with him, “Wild’s makin’ you some food” He occupies himself with finishing the potion over confronting what it might mean– that people actually care for him.
“It’s-” You help him to his feet, taking one freshly healed hand to pull him up. “It’s the only thing he’s been excited to do since you’ve left.” You begin walking towards the camp, letting him inhabit any space he feels comfortable for.
In the beginning stretch of the walk back, he lingers behind you– like a soul walking out of hell. And you talk.
You talk.
It’s the most he thinks he’s ever heard you talk since you joined their band of merry men. You speak on everything and nothing– talking for the sake of it, because it lets the two of you settle in some form of genuine comfort.
He doesn’t say a word, content to bask in your presence like firelight, letting the company warm him from the two days in hallucinating isolation. He should’ve known better than to eat the mushrooms growing from the stone.
“It was odd, though,” Your tone changes, and it gives him enough pause to lean forward and quicken his pace. He matches your side, free hands brushing.
“Sky was beside himself.” You look over, but not in blame. Like you knew he wouldn’t believe you if you didn’t. “It was like no one knew how to function.” Golden firelight dances beyond the layer of trees in front of you. It’s the quietest he’s ever heard the camp. You turn to face him, extinguishing the oil from your lamp now you have light. He misses the distinct planes of your face now that they’re gone.
“I’m not going to pretend that I understand what you’re upset about.” You have one of his hands, fiddling with his palm, “I couldn’t. It’d be rude for me to.” And yet, he’s beginning to feel that you’re the only person he could accept pity from, “But I understand at least one thing. You’re loved. Whether you’re a mean, reckless, asshole, or just trying to make it through the shitty life you’ve been dealt. You’re missed.”
You squeeze his hand, and before he really can stop himself, his arms wrap around your neck.
Some part of him, stamped out by his life of constantly giving and giving– is finally being given back to him.
You slip from his arms, the cold air filling the space your buzzing warmth once was.
He’s never had a lot— empty hands and an empty stomach, nothing but the clothes on his back.
It’s why he hordes.
Why he clings so desperately to substance, to anything that adds value to his life. To little rings that give him the power to get out of tough situations and magic that might throw his enemy.
But you.
You.
You were far more valuable than any ring, now. You were power and joy and healing and comfort— and maybe you even thought of him for that too. He doesn’t know better than to stamp out the possessive feeling wrapping his heart. All he knows is he’d gladly be hunted down and hung before he lets you —and his heart by proxy— slip away.
Warnings: Teasing, making out, grinding, light touching. Keeping it simple
Fists raised at eye level, you watch as Wild eyes you up and down. The gears in his head turning rapidly behind cerulean orbs to formulate his plan of attack. Knowing him, he would come in strong but it was his speed that you would have to watch out for. Wild was one of your quickest fighters but lucky for you, you were faster.
Wild ran forward, throwing a left jab that you threw up your arm to block. His right coming up from beneath that you dodged by side stepping him. You threw a punch to his side, meeting his hand instead as he tried to grab and twist your arm. You let him, using the motion to spin around till his arm was locked in your grasp.
His foot slammed into yours, forcing you to loosen your grip for him to slip away. You recovered in time to block another blow as you both slipped into a heated rhythm of punches, jabs, kicks and dodges.
Everyone else sat on the sidelines, observing your sparring match with interest. Even Time slipped a small bag over to the Smithy who has been in charge of keeping track of bets placed.
You narrowed your focus on Wild. His long hair has been smartly pulled up so it wasn't as easy to grab. A minor setback but something you could work around. You looked for your opening, dodging Wilds barrage of fists aiming for your face. You dropped low, swiping at his feet with your leg. He jumped up to avoid your leg and that was your opening. Before he could get his feet back on the ground you kicked out his ankles, sending him to the ground on his side. You grabbed his arm, twisting it behind him as you fisted his hair, pinning his face down into the dirt.
“Oohhh nice shot (Y/N)!”
You smiled up at Wind as Wild tried to squirm out of your grip unsuccessfully.
“A’right, that calls it!” Twi announced, getting up to walk over to the two of you. “Sorry bud, she beat ya fair n square.”
You released your hold, getting to your feet as Twilight helped Wild up.
“Damn it I thought I had her for sure this time!”
"Don't worry champ, next time I'll let you wear that sheikah set you got. Maybe then you'll have a chance” You teased, mockingly patting his shoulder. He rolled his eyes, giving you a light shove as you both were handed some water which you drank greedily. Wiping away any drops that escaped the corners of your mouth.
“Anyone else wanna have a go?” Four asked, handing out rupees to Wind, and Time. You'd have to ask for a bit of a cut later from them. That was your winnings after all.
“I’ll have a go” Wars spoke up, walking towards you. “If you aren't too tired of course. After all, that looked like quite the effort so there's no shame in backing down.”
Oh this cocky bastard.
“No need to worry bout me, I can go for a while.” You countered with as much confidence as you could muster. You had never sparred with Wars. Not outside of him trying to teach you or someone else some new move and even then, usually it was with a weapon, not just hand to hand. There was no doubt that he was stronger than you. Anyone with eyes could see that but you were not about to back down after his backhanded comment. Even if you were a bit more out of breath than you'd care to admit, wiping that smirk off his pretty face would be worth any sort of breathing issues later.
Taking your spots across from one another, each of you raise your arms up defensively, fists clenched and eyes locking with the others. The moment Twilight calls for a start you dash forward, hoping to catch him off guard before he could think through a plan. The first few jabs and throws were calculated, maybe a bit hesitant as you tried to gauge his responses and pinpoint a weak spot. He blocks each one with ease, smirking each time your fist collided into his arm and not its intended target. Trying again, you aim lower only for the same result.
His hand shoots out, clasping around your bicep and throwing you to the side. You hit the ground, rolling till you could spring back onto your feet. Wars wastes no time, charging at you with a fist aimed straight for your gut that you quickly blocked with gritted teeth. The impact forces you back, digging your heels into the ground as you dodged another of his grabs.
He throws a right hook. You duck under it, quickly countering with an uppercut that lands right on his jaw. Wars stumbles back, pausing to check himself for any blood with a surprised smile on his face.
“Good warm up there, ready to get serious?”
Oh you were going to win if it killed you.
You kept a close eye on him as his hands grabbed the hem of his cream undershirt, pulling it up over his head and tossing it aside with a sly smile. His toned chest and torso on full display as he readies his stance once more. A new heat crept under your skin, crawling down to the tops of your shoulders as you took in each flexed muscle.
No. He was just trying to distract you. And two could play at that game.
You casually stepped back, fingers sliding up your body till they found your black shirt. Coping his actions, you slowly tug it upwards, pulling it off over you head, holding it delicately to the side with two fingers before dropping it onto the ground beside you. Warriors eyes drag down to your exposed stomach, pausing on you chest that was covered only by a few simple bandages wrapped around you. The moment his sapphire eyes flick back up to yours, something far from innocent hidden behind the calm demeanor he was clinging onto, you stared back stubbornly, refusing to back down.
Just standing there felt like a battle of its own. A battle of wills, neither of you willing to be the one who breaks. Little did the others know, this was no longer about the match. This was the game you and the high ranked knight had unknowingly been playing for weeks now.
Flirtatious remarks, little compliments here and there as you travel, sleeping a bit closer than necessary, and the soft, lingering touches shared between the two of you. It was all piling up, driving both of you near insanity, yet, neither of you wanted to be the one to say something or make the first real move. Instead, choosing to dance around the other in case everything that's been happening between you has been some twisted, desperate day dream.
“Ooos and Ohhs” erupted from the others nearby, mockingly taunting the way Wars seemed frozen where he stood, pulling his attention from whatever thought had gotten stuck in his head. He shakes his head, focusing back on the physical fight at hand.
“Ready as you are. Captain.”
Just like that, the moment passed, the fight continuing like nothing had transpired. After a few more minutes, it began to drag on. You could feel the muscles in your arms getting heavier, bruises from where you had blocked beginning to form on your skin. This needed to end and quickly if you were going to have any shot at winning against him. Wars seemed to be in at least a similar boat. His breathing more labored than before, sweat rolling down his neck to trail down the muscles of his back and damn what you would give to be that little drop of sweat.
No, now was not the time to start daydreaming about him again. Yes you wanted to ruin him but right now you would have to settle for doing so in a fight, nothing else. You narrowed your gaze, formulating your plan as he dove forward again, trying to grab your shoulders. You ducked, throwing your hip into his which pushed him off balanced, sending him toppling over to the ground and flat on his back. Seeing your chance, you immediately used all of your weight to sit directly on his hips, leaning forward to fist his hair, just like you had with Wild, to pin him to the ground below.
For a millisecond, it was as if the world stopped spinning, everything disappearing around you till all that's left is the man beneath you. His nose brushes against yours, warm, labored puffs of breathe mixing to fog your thoughts which were solely focused on the feeling of his smooth, slightly sweaty skin against your chest.
“Still warming up there Pretty Boy?” You say between gasps for air. He stares up at you, various emotions swirling in his eyes as his lips part, head tilting upwards—
“Alright, I think that's enough of that for today.” Time announced. Surroundings crash back into you, alerting both of you to the rather large audience to your right. You let go of War's hair as if it had burned, spine straightening till you sat upright still on top of him .“Let's get going in a few minutes and make sure you all have your correct fire protection.”
Everyone dispersed, some headed back to the main area of camp while others hung around the outskirts of the small field, leaving you and Wars mostly on your own.
A short tap on your leg, “Plan on getting off me anytime soon?”
You smirked, recalling his words from earlier. Instead of getting off, you crossed your arms over your chest, feeling him tense beneath you as you adjusted yourself, leaning back casually.
“I don't know Captain, you do make a rather good chair.” Just to prove your point, you settled down, letting more of your weight press down on him. Hands grab your thighs, finger tips digging into your sore muscles. His jaw clenched, pink spreading across his cheeks that you brushed off from the heat of your sparring.
“Yeah yeah you won. Now off.” His voice was as tight as the grip on your thighs.
You put a finger on your chin, pretending to contemplate with a questioning hum. With a startled yelp, the world spun and suddenly your back hit the ground. Wars was hovering over you, kneeling between your legs with one hand splayed next to your head, and the other on your hip, pinning it down to the grassy field beneath you. Heart rate spiking clear above the tops of the trees surrounding you, mind going blank as he stares down at you.
You can feel his hips pressed into you from where he is knelt between your legs. Bare chest moving rapidly as he struggles to catch his breath. His hand trails away from your hip, sliding down to cup the back of your thigh. The air catches in your throat when he gives it a light squeeze, leaning down a hair closer, eyes trained on your parted lips. You reach up slowly, fingertips grazing over the skin of his pecs before he shoves himself away, clambering onto his feet and making a speedy exit, snatching up his shirt as he storms off.
"Don't worry about the Captain. He's just being a sore loser."
You slowly sat up, eyes trailing after him as the butterflies in your stomach threaten to burst out of you. Skin tingleing we from his touch, a heat pooling deep inside of you as cloth hits you smack in the face, pulling you from your thoughts as Four walks up and offers you a helping hand up.
“You sure? I think I may have taken it too far..”
“He'll be fine. Just give him some time to cool off. Now come on, lets get going. I think Time wants us to start packing things up.”
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The rest of the day was awkward to put things simply. Wars was obviously avoiding you to the best of his abilities, walking clear at the front instead of by your side towards the middle like he normally did, sitting as far away from you as possible during lunch, not to mention, sending poor Hyrule to ask you something he could just as well have asked you himself.
Not that you particularly minded at the moment. The match had been playing over and over in your head for hours, over analyzing every small detail. The snide remarks, the blow to his jaw. Watching him take his shirt off seemed to be the reoccurring favorite, and if you thought about it long enough, you could still feel his warm skin, and toned muscles pressed to your chest. Or the feeling of him pressed between your legs, his face so close it would have taken only the smallest of movement to lean up and kiss him. Hylia how you wanted to kiss him. Move your lips against his, the taste of him on your tongue. You'd bet anything he tasted like mint, or maybe those little dark chocolates he shared with you when off scouting together.
Night finally came, dinner came and went and you were off relatively on your own. It wasn't till you were in the midst of setting up your sleeping roll that someone strolled up behind you, tapping on your shoulder.
"Hey," War's voice was quiet, not quite a whisper, but definitely trying to not draw attention to himself. "Can...uhh, can we talk?"
He was rubbing at his neck, the way each of them tended to do when uncomfortable, with his other outstretched for you to take. His body was angled slightly away from you, eyes flicking down at you to see if you would accept his invitation.
Nodding your head, you slip your hand into his. His palm is warm, fingers holding yours lightly as he helps pull you up to your feet. His thumb swiped over your knuckles delicately, a shiver creeping up your arm till you simultaneously pull your hands away, breaking the contact awkwardly.
You follow after Wars when he turns to leave, guiding you out of camp and out to a small grove a ways out. The grass is tall, nearly covering your feet as you stand there, colorful wildflowers catching your eye from where they are scattered throughout the area.
"So," Opting to break the awkward silence, you rub at your arms as you glance over to him. "What did you wanna talk about?"
You can see the tension in his shoulder. The way his eyes graze over you as he steps closer and closer, hesitantly reaching out for your arm.
"Earlier," he starts. His typical confidence is gone, replaced by a thick hesitation and something you can't quite name, something that makes his voice deeper, gruffer. "About what happened during our fight."
Rough fingertips graze over your elbow. Breathing stuttering at the memory of his skin against yours. You push it away, trying to stay focused on his words rather than the images your mind has been creating all day.
"What about it?"
A pause, sapphire eyes finally meeting yours. They pull you in, leaning closer till his face hovers directly over yours.
"Do..do you think-" The muscles in his jaw tighten, finger ghosting up your arm when-
Wars pulls away, that fake charming smile plastered on his face as he tries to brush the moment off. "Uhh, th-that move you did! I was wondering if you could show me how you did it."
He's deflecting. Chickening out from whatever it was he actually wanted to ask you. The whiplash catches you off guard, mind needing a moment to buffer before you could appropriately respond without sounds like a babbling idiot.
"Oh" hoping the disappointment wasn't as obvious as it sounded in your head. You shook it off, trying to act normally. "Yeah, I can show you! Just got a promise you won't try and use it against me now." You added a sly wink for good measure, praying it would ease some of the tension still lingering between you. It worked, hearing Wars chuckle lightheartedly.
"No promises doll face." He returns your wink, the butterflies in your stomach going nuts as you roll your eyes at the nickname he often only uses when he wants to fluster you. With it, the awkward tension melts away, leaving behind the realization that you barely knew what it was you even did during your sparring match earlier.
"Why don't you just show me first" Wars suggests. He must have caught on to your mental struggle, taking a step back to give both of you more room to move. "We can just recreate what happened and go from there okay?"
You nod, running through what happened in your mind and this time, not focusing on War's bare chest.
"Okay, so you were-" Reaching out to try and position him how you remember, you paused before touching him. "Mind if...?"
Wars nods, spreading out his arms with a sly smile. "How do you want me?"
In so many ways. Not that you were going to admit that out loud.
Hands guided his arms out in front of him, focusing on adjusting and correcting his stance perfectly. It took a minute, but eventually you were satisfied with it.
"That looks good!" You announced, turning your attention now on what you had to do. "Okay, try and pay attention to what I do and then we'll go from there. Ready?"
"Ready when you are"
Rushing forward, you throw your hip into his, sending Wars straight to the ground on his ass. Same as this morning, you follow the motion all the way through, sitting on top of him and using your full weight to pin him to the ground. Leaning over him, you didn't bother to grab his hair like you had this morning, knowing it wasn't exactly necessary and that this wasn't an actual match, opting to simply place one hand beside his head, the other splayed on his chest.
"Think you got it?"
He stares up at you, hand brushing against your thigh. You practically jump off of him, avoiding a repeat of this morning, including having to watch him storm off because of accidently taking it too far again. Shooing away the tingles and thoughts of wanting more of his touch. You can't help but offer your hand to help him up, simultaneously hoping he does and doesn't take it. He takes it, accepting the assistance back up onto his feet. His hand lingers in yours, thumb caressing the back of your hand as he looks down at you. With how close he is, you have to tilt your head back to look up at him. His jaw is tight, swallowing thickly before he opens his mouth. His voice is softer than you expected, the confidence wavering as he speaks. "Maybe show me one more time."
Agreeing, you each get back into position, eyeing the other to make sure you were both ready. Once more you run forward, knocking him down and pinning him down on his back. You pause, breathing becoming increasingly difficult from both the physical excursion and the close proximity.
"Any questions?"
"Kiss me?"
Your mind stalls, processing the words that, given the look Wars has on his face, hadn't meant to be said out loud.
"What?"
You expect his to deflect, insist he said something else and not what had actually come out of his mouth. Instead, Wars grabs your hips, keeping you sat on his lap as he sits up. The sudden movement startles you, holding onto his shoulders to keep you from falling backwards. Upright, he doesn't let go, the palm of his hands sliding up your sides to hold your waist, eyes staring at your parted lips.
"Can I kiss you?"
Words are stuck in your throat, managing only to nod your head. A hand cups your face, bringing it closer as his lips press into yours, instantly melting into each other. His lips are softer than you imagined, hints of something sweet lingering behind an overpowering taste of mint that made your head swirl.
You pull away, warm, labored breaths tickling your nose that brushes against his. Clouded sapphire burns into you, switching between your eyes and your reddened mouth.
"Wars-"
"Fuck. You're gonna be the death of me." He whispers in your ear.
He surges forward, slamming his lips back onto yours, the hand cupping your cheek going to the back of your head, fisting into your hair. The kiss is needy, desperate, tongue darting out to swipe over your bottom lip, probing entrance into your mouth which you readily obliged. Fingers dig into your waist, tugging you closer till your chest is flush against his. Your hands travel from his shoulders to his neck, brushing over exposed skin to twirl with the ends of his blonde locks with less than gentle tugs. A pleased hum rings in your ears, the kiss trailing away from your mouth to your jaw, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Shivers shoot up your spine with a roll of your hips, grinding into Wars who sucks in a sharp breath.
"If I didn't know better Id think you actually like being used as a chair Captain." You smirk, deliberately rolling your hips again a bit harder.
"Only if it's you on top of me sweetheart" He retorts, tugging at the fabric of your shirt, pulling it up from being tucked into your pants. Rough fingers delve underneath the hem, poking and prodding the skin underneath. "May I?" Wars asks, still tugging at your shirt like an upset toddler trying to get their mother's attention. "Please. I just wanna feel you."
Answering with a breathy "yes", Wars pulls your shirt up, the night air cooling your skin as Wars tossed your shirt somewhere behind you. His lips return to yours, hands exploring the new exposed area of skin with enthusiasm, paying extra attention to your chest.
"Off" you gasp, coping his actions by yanking at his shirt. He immediately breaks apart at your request, tossing away the cream colored shirt. One arm slides around your waist, hand braced on your back as the other grabs your thigh. He leans forward, your back hitting the grass with Wars now knelt between your legs, hovering above you. The hand on your thigh slides underneath, guiding it to hook around him as he grinds himself into you, unable to ignore the hard bulge in his trousers as it presses into your clothed, already wet, core.
"Can't believe I waited so long to say something" He mumbles, pressing open mouth kisses around your neck. Your hands are on his chest, running over the toned muscles, memorizing the way they each felt. Another grind of his hips, whispering compliments of praise into your skin as his mouth comes back to yours. Heat pools low in your belly, intentionally lifting your hips to meet his.
Hylia how long have you waited for this? How many nights had you dreamed of his touch? Dreamed of being with him like this. You wanted more, craved more of his mouth, his touch, his goddess damn-
"Hey!" A voice calls out. "Old Man wanted me to make sure the two of you weren't killing eachoth-"
Still on the ground, shirtless, and tangled together, your heads whip up to see Four frozen just beyond the trees. His expression is-... Calm? No. Oh no. With red cheeks and eyes now locked on the both of you, it's easy to tell how mad he is.
"You've got to be shitting me." He snaps, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Well, guess I can report back that you two definitely aren't killing each other. But for the love of-" he strides forward, ripping one of your shirts off of the ground and throwing it at Wars. It hits him smack in the face. "-put your fucking clothes back on and get a room next time!" Four storms off, muttering curses of disbelief as he goes.
With the moment promptly over, Wars awkwardly crawls off of you, handing the shirt over to you to put on. He reaches for his own, slipping it on and standing up, offering you his hand. Getting to your feet, it's quiet for a moment, neither of you meeting the others eye until Wars slips his hand into yours.
"I meant what I said earlier. You know that right?" He asks, rubbing his neck. "I should have said something ages ago. Sorry it took me so long."
You smile up at him. "You don't need to apologize."
"I know, but just in case you couldn't tell from all of that, I really like you." He leans down, giving you one last, sweet kiss. Walking away, he tugs you after him, still holding your hand.
"Now come on, you're sleeping in my bedroll from now on."
Warnings: Hyrule really likes sugar/candy, and is extremely horny. Inappropriate use of suckers, blowjob
The amount of drool dripping out the corner of his mouth should be embarrassing. The stringy liquid trailing down towards his chin, he can't even bother wiping it away before thick drops leak onto his tunic and lap, all of his focus solely on you sat across from him. The late night flames of the dying fire act as a barrier, casting its orange glow on your skin, illuminating your face enough for him to see your features clearly despite the low light.
Most importantly your mouth.
It's wrapped around some sort of sugary treat stuck on the end of a thin white stick you held precariously with your fingers like a cigarette. The red candy slips out of your mouth, slick and shiny from the layer of saliva coating its smooth surface. Your lips and tongue have been stained by its color and Hyrule wonders for a brief moment if they now taste like it too. If he were to kiss you in this moment would he taste you? Or would the treats flavor overpower yours? Mixing together is a delectable, near sinful, concoction of sweetness.
Hylia he hopes it's both. His mouth salivates more, imagining the taste of what is hopefully artificial cherry, a personal favorite of his, mixed with the intoxicating sweet, slightly salty taste of your lips and skin on his tongue. A groan is built up in the back of his throat, cravings building deep in his gut. It was no secret that Hyrule loves candies, sugar and all things sweet, being the first to spend his extra rupees on all sorts of desserts and pastries when given the chance and devour them just as quickly. None of it compares to you though, and anyone would be a liar if they ever suggested something ever could.
Your eyes flicked to his, catching the way his eyes were glued to your mouth. A devious glint fills in your eyes as Hyrule's face heated under your gaze, watching greedily as your tongue lolled out, giving the candy a long, slow lick upwards. Flicking your tongue at the top to curl back into your mouth.
Hyrule's cheeks burned, cheeks turning brighter than the red of the candy. Your eyes never wavered, trapping him like a net when you brought the candy back up to your closed lips, puckering around it as you tauntingly slip part of it into your mouth. A shudder shoots down his spine, a painful strain forming in his pants as the sucker fully disappears behind those reddened lips. You begin to suck on it gently, exaggerating the movements for him to follow with his eyes. Your own fluttering closed for a split second, savoring it's taste; or more likely the view of Hyrule squirming in his spot, struggling to try and adjust himself discreetly. It's futile, especially when you hollow out your cheeks around it, staring at him through half lidded eyes.
His magic is turning into a frantic mess inside of him, swirling around in a conflicting mass of emotions and heat that pools low in his stomach. All of his senses are captivated by you, the less Hyrulian parts of him lashing out, begged him to move closer, needing to feel you, taste you, claim you till you were as wet and sticky as the sucker you were teasing him with. He stamped it all down, struggling to gain control of himself as he watches you work the sucker in and out of your mouth sinfully.
Something in him snaps when the sucker pops out of your mouth with a wet squelch, shuddering at the small moan that slips free when you gasp for air. He wants to hear more of those little noises, curious to see how much louder you'll be when it's him you're sucking on instead of a lousy, much smaller, candy.
He nearly tips over the edge when you begin licking it again, swirling your tongue around it in unhurried circles, a single finger running up and down the white stem. A chime-like growl escapes his throat before the last of his restraint shatters and he's scrambling up on his feet. Your eyes trail after him, widening in shock when he grabs your wrist a bit rougher than anticipated, dragging you behind him out of camp.
The moment he thinks he is sufficiently out of earshot he tugs you to him, hand fisting into your hair as he slams his lips onto yours. Processing the sugary sweetness of your mouth he swears he cums right there and then, a rush of mind numbing bliss clouding all his thoughts, the rush of sugar filled adrenaline bleeding into his veins to heighten each and every part of him.
Encaptured by the taste, he almost doesn't realize that you still have the damn thing in your mouth until his tongue invades past your lips. Pushing it to the side so he can taste more of your mouth and not just the overwhelming flavor of artificial sweetness.
The moan you produce eggs him on, molding your body against his as he pushes against you, pinning you to the nearest tree he can find. The hand in your hair relaxes it's holding, sliding to cup the base of your skull, tilting your head back to give him better access to deepen the kiss. The other digs into your hip, kneading the muscles beneath his fingers. Your hands press against his chest, softly pushing against him till his lips detach from yours.
"Here," you whisper, pulling the sucker out of your mouth and pressing it to his lips. You eyes trail downward. "Hold on to this for me? I wanna try this one." Your hand brushes over the hard bulge if his pants and Hyrule sucks in a harsh breath along with the sweet.
Spinning him around, jagged edges of rough bark prod into his backside as he watches you sink onto your knees. His head slams backwards when he feels your hand wrap around him, the chill of the night air contrasting the warmth of your hand that strokes him lightly.
There was no stopping the lewd moan that rips from his throat when he finally feels your lips, sinking deep between them. He doesn't dare look this time, knowing that unlike earlier, if he looks it'll be his complete undoing. So his shuts his eyes, panting up to the sky with small whines squeaking out as you work him in and out of your mouth. His fingers twirl in your hair, fisting the soft strands when a sudden harsh suck makes his hips buck deeper into you.
"S-s-sorry" he whimpers, legs shaking from the restraint it takes to keep him from doing it again. It's slightly muffled from the sucker still in his mouth, his tongue attacking it as if it was the ultimate sweet bud hidden between your thighs. He has to catch himself when the vibration of your humming makes his knees give out, hands gripping onto the tree for support as the first tightens roughly on your head.
Your pace picks up relentlessly, all those ministrations you had been showing the candy now being given ten fold on his cock. He's lost all sense of control on his magic, chiming ringing constantly in his ears as he swears up to the heavens, and by the way his body is now vibrating, growing more and more sensitive with each second, he knows he isn't going to last much longer.
"Honey can...can I- fuck-"
"Mmmm, please." You try to say with a full mouth. "Let me taste how sweet you are."
Eyes peeling open, he looks down at you, your eyes burning back into him through thick eyelashes. The candy shattered into sugary pieces at the sight of him fully sheathed in your mouth, the tip brushing the back of your throat. Smaller shards dissolved on his tongue, revealing a sticky liquid that has been hidden in its center as his own spills down your throat.
His system crashes, the heavenly sugar high coming crashing down as his legs give out. He slides down the tree, ass hitting the damp grass beneath him as you pop off and lean away to make room for him. His head feels fuzzy, lungs full of cotton candy as he reaches out to cup your face in both his hands, swiping his thumb over your redder, creamy lips. Discarding the now bare stick from his mouth he pushes you back, laying you flat on the ground. Hovering above you, he leans down, kissing your lips once more. A new wave of energy spikes through him as more sugar enters his bloodstream. And as his mouth leaves your, the flat of his tongue licking up the column of your neck, he grins with pride at the loud gasping sound you make.
"My turn," he mumbles into your skin, hands sliding down to push your knees apart. He kneels between them, drops of saliva once more dripping from his mouth as he looks down at you, his favorite dessert.
"And don't worry Honey, I'm gonna savor each and every drop."
Summary:
Twilight is almost certain that you know his secret about Wolfie and recounts the five incidents that led him to this conclusion.
a/n: i was too lazy to edit this once i finished it. meant to post last week. procrastinated yet again
“Something on your mind, pup?” Time asked him.
His descendant looked to be deep in thought as he stared into the fire. Fists clasped in front of his face, eyebrows furrowed, eyes occasionally flickering to your form on the other side of camp.
He stewed on his thoughts a bit more before quietly replying. “I’m sure she knows ‘bout Wolfie.”
“Oh?” Time raised an eyebrow and briefly looked at you. “What makes you say that?”
“... she been teasin’ me,” Twilight huffed, unclasping his hands and relaxing his once stiff posture. “Dropin’ hints every now and then, but never says nothin’ else ‘bout anythin’.”
Time let out a laugh at that. “Well if she knows and she’s just teasing you about it, then I doubt you need to worry.”
Twilight huffed at him again. “Yeah, but I still wanna know if she knows.”
His ancestor only chuckled at his distress, so he let his mind wander to all the incidents he could remember where it seemed like you just had to know.
Six weeks ago
After finding themselves in Wild’s Hyrule, the group had decided to rest for a few days and take advantage of their close proximity to Goron City. The hot springs called to their aching muscles, and they were not about to miss the chance to replenish their supplies. Not having much to stock up on, Twilight had decided to relax as Wolfie with the others.
They were currently lounging in the common area of the inn, but you were about to make your way to the springs and packing up the last of your essentials.
“Can I come too?” Wind asked with a bright smile. “I want to see the springs! I promise I won’t splash.”
“No thank you,” you replied instantly. “You can go with the others somewhere else.”
He immediately pouted. “Why not? I’m good company, you might get lonely.”
Warriors smacked him upside the head. “Trying to spy on the lady, are you?”
It took a second, but Wind blushed furiously when he finally caught on to what he was implying. He stammered out a response.
“N-no! I, I didn’t mean to–I just–I forgot you were a girl.” He threw himself on the ground, covering his face.
You snickered at him and bent down to pat his head, comforting the poor boy.
“There there. You are good company, but not for a bath in the ladies area,” you said with a big smile. “I’ll take Wolfie as my company.”
Wolfie’s ears shot up and a second later his head also rose.
What?
It was now Wild’s turn to snicker. “Wolfie is good company. He can even keep watch for any unwelcome guests.”
Wolfie glared at him.
“Exactly!” you agreed.
What?
“Come on Wolfie,” you said as you slung your bag across your shoulder.
Wolfie made no effort to move from his spot on the ground and you pouted at his lack of movement. Wild nudged him with his foot and he growled at him.
“You usually like hanging out with me though,” you said. “Do you not want to this time?”
“He’s just being a bit shy about hanging out with the ladies,” Wild said with a wicked grin. “Go keep her company Wolfie, she might need it.”
And with that, Wild gave him a kick to his furry behind. Wolfie jumped at the action and turned to his attacker, growling menacingly. Wild remained unfazed, his grin not faltering in the slightest.
“That’s not very nice!” you exclaimed at his aggressive response.
“If he doesn’t want to go, I’ll go!” Wind piped back up. “I’ll just stay on the other side of the spring and not look. Pinky promise!”
Wolfie growled at the Sailor this time and Warriors smacked him upside the head again. Slowly and begrudgingly, Wolfie got up and walked to the inn entrance.
“Yay!” you beamed, and Wild’s snicker transformed into a full-on laugh.
You hurried to your new companion, giving him a good scratch behind the ears the way you knew he liked it. Wolfie did not like this one bit. If and when the others ever discovered his secret, he did not know if he would be able to endure the torture that would follow. Maybe he should have been honest from the start. It would have saved him a lot of trouble.
The spring you chose ended up being around a 20 minute walk from the inn, and he had to admit that the seclusion it provided was nice. He sniffed around the area a bit to make sure that there were in fact no unwelcome guests before settling down.
You scratched his head once more and plopped your belongings at the edge of the water.
“Don’t peek, Wolfie,” you called to him.
He huffed loudly in response. As if he ever would (it would be so easy to just turn. He could turn back before you even noticed. No, he was a gentleman. He would never. Would he?).
“Both Time and I will be very disappointed if you do.”
The tail he had been casually wagging froze.
What?
There was no way. There was no way you knew. You wouldn’t reveal it this way, would you? No, you didn’t know. Why did you mention the Old Man? It’s just because he was their leader. No other reason. Twilight needed to calm down. But everyone knew he looked up to the Old Man. His face of disappointment was the rancher’s well-known fear. And Wolfie didn’t hang around him too much.
He was overthinking things, definitely. That had to be it.
Four weeks ago
You nudged your shoulder against him gently. “Something troubling you?”
Yes, you are troubling me.
“Nothin’ important,” he replied.
They had stopped for their midday break, and he had made an effort to rest against a tree far away from Wild. His mentee had spent the day pestering him about any ‘potential feelings for you.’ After a slight bout of stuttering, he had vehemently denied everything, and now was left a little huffed and puffed. If there was anything, he certainly wasn’t about to talk about it.
“... you sure?” you asked. “Wild seemed to be really enjoying your time today.”
Twilight inwardly prayed you hadn’t heard or picked up on anything.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Don’tcha worry your lil head over it,” he said, playfully messing with your hair.
You whined in protest, shoving his hand away.
“Hey! Has Wild finally driven you crazy?” You looked at him accusingly while holding the wrist of the offending hand above yourself. “‘Cause only crazy people mess with my hair.”
“Maybe,” he said with a wolfish grin, his other hand shooting out to continue the assault.
You shrieked this time and found yourself resorting to full on tackling him to stop it. They all knew you could be quite ruthless when it came to brawling, and you weren’t afraid to play dirty.
“You have gone crazy!” you accused. “Insane, mad, barking mad.”
Twilight wouldn’t have thought much of the statement if one, it came from someone else, and two, you hadn’t said it with a certain glint in your eyes and a shit-eating grin on your face. He froze for a moment. A moment too long apparently, as you took the chance to bite down on his arm, hard.
“Ow!” he yelped, wrenching his arm from your grasp and shoving you off. “Me? Barking mad? You just bit me!”
“Proof?” you inquired with a smirk.
He wildly gestured to the bite mark on his arm.
“I don’t see anything.”
“Why you–”
Three weeks ago
Despite the creeping paranoia that you knew his secret, Twilight couldn’t help himself from spending time with you in his wolf form. It was a guilty pleasure. It was the reason he found himself laying across your lap. It was a way to be close to you that he couldn’t do as a human.
You were sitting away from the others for a change, journaling under the shade of some trees not too far from the stable they had come to. With how he was positioned, you had laid your journal on his back and were writing against him. You treated him to the occasional pet for letting him be your table.
He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the feel of your hands tangled in his fur. Goddesses, he wished you knew his secret. Would you still allow him to be with you like this? Would you keep your distance? Or would you treat him as affectionately in his human form as his wolf one? Oh how he hoped for the latter, imagining your hands running through his human hair instead of his fur.
At some point he became mildly aware that you had set your journal aside and a hand had traveled closer to his head. It was tracing patterns on him that were quite soothing, and he almost found himself falling asleep. That was until he recognized the pattern.
You were tracing his forehead pattern.
Nearly every ounce of relaxation he was feeling evaporated in an instant and his mind went blank. He never thought people could really see that mark on him, because otherwise the connection between Twilight and Wolfie would be way too obvious. And he’d like to believe his sword brothers weren’t that stupid or oblivious. Wild had only mentioned it being slightly visible, only really there if you actively sought it out.
Goddesses above, those markings were obvious on his Hylian form. There was absolutely no way, no way you didn’t know. Should he turn to look at you? Were you looking at him right now? Of course you were, how else would you be tracing the pattern. If he turned, would that let you know that he knew that you knew? Maybe he should just continue laying still. Yes, don’t turn and avoid the problem all together.
He turned his head. You were looking right at him.
But it wasn’t too bad. You seemed distant, as if looking at him absentmindedly. Not intense like he imagined, teasing eyes boring into his own with a hidden taunt. And when you finally met his gaze, your eyes were gentle and soft as if you didn’t expect anything else from this moment.
And despite the nerves in his stomach, Twilight found that he was alright with this. At this moment, he was content with everything about the situation.
Four days ago
Tonight the rancher had chosen to stay in his wolf form during dinner. There had been some monsters nearby that had already been handled, and a good scout had ensured that the vicinity was clear. But it didn’t hurt to remain alert for now, hence his preference for the form with heightened senses.
That didn’t make him any less hungry though. And the smell of Wild’s cooking was tempting to ditch his self-assigned job. For now he had to settle for sitting next to his travel mates and watching them eat. That was until you plopped down next to him.
“Here you go, Wolfie,” you said.
In your hands was a mushroom skewer that Wild had seasoned and roasted them to perfection, per usual. And it was also one of the more simple meals Wild made which he thoroughly enjoyed. But wolves were carnivores, you should be giving him meat. So why in Ordona were you offering him, Wolfie, one? He didn’t like the answer in his head.
“I thought this would be good since you’re not the biggest fan of meat,” you said, voice lower this time.
Of course you knew he didn’t like meat. Carefully, you removed one of the mushrooms and held it right in front of him. Twilight held your gaze for a good few seconds before gently taking it from your hand. His thoughts had stopped. He was no longer thinking. And honestly, he didn’t feel like thinking anymore. Twilight ate the mushroom.
“Good boy.” You smiled softly and scratched his ear as he munched.
Twilight didn’t want to look, but he was willing to bet at least 500 rupees that Wild had his eyes trained on him yet again, and that the snicker he was hearing was coming from him too. The rancher decided to ignore the question of whether or not Wild suspected you knew too. He ate another mushroom offered to him.
A few hours ago
You were an affectionate person, showing it when you could while respecting everyone’s boundaries. You kissed Wind’s forehead, ruffled Hyrule’s hair a lot, and wrapped Four up in many hugs. Sometimes you also managed to give Legend a hug, but he always grumbled about it. Wolfie was no exception to your affections, but this was definitely a first for him.
Kisses. So many kisses. You were peppering his face with an absurd amount of kisses.
Thank all that was holy that they were away from the others, because he didn’t think he would ever recover from this. You had wrapped your arms around him in a way that made it difficult to get away. He opted to move his head around in a playful manner hoping you wouldn’t would take the hint.
“Do you not want kisses?” you asked with a pout.
He responded by finally ducking his head underneath your arms, successfully escaping your grasp. Twilight took a few steps back before shaking himself vigorously. When he looked at you again, you were still pouting at him.
Resist temptation.
He barked at you and turned to where he could hear the others making camp.
“Fine,” you relented. “But one more kiss and then we can go?”
No.
He barked at you again, motioning his head in the same direction once more. Twilight is vaguely aware that it did nothing to answer your question.
You grabbed him one last time in what was definitely one of the tightest (but still friendly) embraces he had ever felt. And with that, you plant the biggest kiss on his snout. Honestly, smooch was probably the better term for whatever that was.
“Mwah!” you said with a face splitting grin. “Ok, let’s head back now.”
The two of you walked back to camp leisurely, you humming a tune he didn’t recognize. It was only when they were nearing the others that you spoke again.
“Let’s keep the kisses our little secret, yeah? The others might get jealous,” you said, shooting him a mischievous smile.
He didn’t know what to do, so he just huffed in response.
Present
This now brought Twilight back to the present, but more specifically to a few moments ago. Warriors and Legend were still looking at him with smirks from what had happened then, and the Old Man had been no better about it given his confession about you possibly knowing his secret.
He didn’t know what you and the others had been discussing on the other side of camp, but all he knew was that next thing, you were right in front of him, bent to eye level with another no-good smile on your face once more.
“Whatcha doin’ darlin’?” he asked.
Your grin grew. “Teaching the others a lesson.”
“Sounds like no good,” he responded with a quirk of an eyebrow. “And why am I involved?”
“For this!”
His breath hitched and everything slowed as you leaned in all of a sudden, planting yet another kiss smooch on the tip of his nose.
“That ought to make the others jealous,” you said almost proudly before whispering the next part. “But I guess it’s not a secret now. Sorry about that.”
You eyed him knowingly with that same stupid grin before walking back to the others, some of whose jaws were on the floor. He couldn’t judge though, because he was sure he was no better. Twilight leaned backwards and eventually decided to just fall down on his back as his hands came up to hide his face.
Youknewyouknewyouknewyouknewyouknew
“Well, that was something,” the Old Man said.
“Shut it.”
Youknewyouknewyouknewyouknewyou–
You just kissed him in front of everyone. Everyone.
My body has decided to protest sleep. So my response was to write more fanfiction<3
Night Search
Sky x reader ( x Hyrule if you squint)
Warnings: Just some more sleepy fluff cause I struggle with sleep. Can be platonic or romantic, mostly focuses on Sky but there's some Hyrule in there as well for some added sweetness
Sky woke up and immediately knew something was wrong.
The room was still, draped in darkness besides the sliver of silvery moonlight from where the curtains didn't quite meet each other. The bed beneath him soft, it's silky sheets smooths to the touch and comfortably warm enough to have pulled Sky right back to sleep had it not been for the feeling of dread that weighed down on him.
Rolling onto his side, he reaches out for where he had left the Master sword leaning up against the small bedside table, pulling it out of its sheath enough to peek at the blade. Beside the fresh glint of polish Four had done to it earlier that day, there's no extra gleam to it, letting Sky know that whatever unease he was feeling wasn't due to monsters or dark magic.
Setting it down, Sky flops onto his back, staring up at the ceiling in confusion. He never woke up in the middle of the night without a reason. Maybe it was something he ate? Health wise he felt fine though, so that didn't make much sense.
Was it one of the others? He knew it had been a rough few days. Wind especially had had a pretty rough day today, Time too seeing as he kept bringing out some of Malon's old letters he knew their 'leader' kept on him at all times. Maybe he should go and check on everyone, just to make sure everyone was alright and didn't need anything, and hopefully that will ease his unwarranted worry.
With a soft grumble, convincing himself that leaving the warmth of his bees will be worth it, Sky sits up. Throwing his feet over the side on the cold floor, he barely takes two steps before he freezes.
"Sky?" A soft voice calls out, gruff from sleep but very much awake and alert. "You okay?"
Shoot. He forgot Hyrule was here. The kid was an insanely light sleeper, often waking up multiple times during the night simply cause someone was tossing and turning in their sleep too much or got up just to go to the bathroom. It was why Sky was almost always paired up with him at Inns and other rest stops, knowing Sky slept like a rock and the Traveler could often get some actual need, uninterrupted rest.
Guilty washed over him as he turned to face a now wide awake Hyrule, sat up on the bed and hand hovering for the decorative handle of his sword.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to wake you up," Sky said, sincerely meaning it. "I'm just gonna go check on the others, I'll be right back."
Hyrule practically jumped out of bed. "Why? Is something wrong?"
"No! No everything is fine! I just..."
Hyrule raised an eyebrow, shoulders relaxing but only barely. "Sky what's wrong?"
Sky stayed quiet for a moment. He was a horrible liar when it came to things like this. But on the other hand, there was technically nothing wrong. Sky only thought there was a possibility of something being so.
"Im sure everything is fine." He reassured the younger hero who looked at him unimpressed.
"Sky-"
"It's just a feeling I have, that's all. It's not monsters or magic related I just-- think maybe someone needs something."
They stared at each other for a moment until Hyrule sighed, walking around to the other side of the bed where Sky was. "Let's get going then."
Sky startled, waving his hand in defense. "No, go back to bed Rule. I'm sure it's nothing and will only take-"
"Look, if something really is wrong then we will find whatever it is faster if we both go. Besides, i'll just wake up when you get back anyway. Might as well make myself useful."
Well the kid had a point there. Instead of arguing, and insisting Hyrule at least try and go back to sleep, Sky simply accepted the help and opened the door. Together, they walked out into the dim hallway, a small glow coming from the bottom of the staircase to their right. The only thing that was on the main floor was the lounge area and a small dinning room that Sky was fairly confident had closed hours ago. There were a handful of rooms downstairs, though if Sky remembers correctly, none of the others were placed in any of them.
"Alright, I'll take one room, you take the other?"
Nodding in agreement, they split up, each headed towards one of the two rooms the other 8 heroes are split between. Sky can't fully remember who ended up where, but since Hyrule was covering the other room, he supposed it wouldn't matter too much since everyone would still be accounted for. Turning around, he took the corridor to his left, walking a few doors down till he reached the one Wars had mentioned earlier. Not wanting to wake up anyone else for the night, Sky opens the door as silently as possible, poking his head inside to look around.
Twilight is in the bed to the right, his heavy breathing bordering on snores. Wild and Wind occupy the bunk beds on the other side, both sleeping away peacefully, although Sky doesn't understand how Wind could be comfortable when his limbs are precariously hanging off the edge like that. So he slips inside, stepping up into the ladder and carefully tucks the kid back into the confines of his bed, pulling the blanket up and silently wishing him goodnight. Content that Wind would no longer fall out of the bed, he takes a moment to look around, confirming for sure that nothing else was amiss.
He finds himself counting heads, scanning the room over and over again, the unease only growing stronger with the lack of reasoning. Whatever it was must be coming from the other room. Slipping back out, making sure not to close the door too loudly behind him, he makes his way down the hallway. Hyrule stepped out from the room, wincing when the door creaks a bit too loudly.
"Anything?"
Hyrule shook his head. "The Vet woke up and it took a minute to convince him to go back to sleep but the other three seemed fine."
It didn't make sense. If everyone was fine- wait three?
"Who all is in there?" Sky asks, feeling the gears in his head running at full speed.
Hyrule thinks for a moment. "It was the Vet, Captain, Smithy and the Old Man. Why?" Sky mentally counts through the group, having to start over multiple times to make sure he got everyone. Someone was missing. More specifically- you.
"Sky...?"
"Y/n wasn't in the other room." He says it under his breath, as though he's talking to himself more than he is to Hyrule.
"Maybe she went to the bathroom?" Hyrule suggests, but even Sky can tell by the way Hyrule is already starting to eye the stairs that he doesn't believe that. It only takes one look before the two of them are bolting for the staircase down to the first floor, Hyrule forgoing the last few steps altogether to jump over the banister in his haste.
"You check the lounge! Ask if the inn keeper has seen her! I'll check outside!"
They both take off running, Sky throwing open the door hard enough that it nearly slams into the wall behind it. The cold night air hits his lungs, rushing away any lingering drowsiness from his body. Dead leaves crumple beneath his feet as he scours the nearby areas, calling out your name.
"Sky?"
He whips around, startled to see you standing only a few feet away. You clearly haven't been awake much longer than he has, a thin blanket still wrapped around your shoulders though even from this distance he could see the small shiver you were trying to hide. Tears clouded your red, puffy eyes, fresh tracks streaking down your cheeks that glinted in the moonlight, begging for Sky's attention.
"What are you doing out here? It's the middle of the night, you should be asleep!"
Hylia's Chosen Hero didn't even respond, simply strolled forward, grabbed you by the shoulder and shoved you into his chest. Arms wrapped snuggly around you, holding you flush to him. No words were exchanged. Words could wait. Right now, all Sky knew is you were upset and he was going to be there for you.
Ever so slowly, you melted into his embrace, nose burying into the collar of his shirt till there was a small wet spot forming, soaking into the fabric.
"Shhhh it's okay, you're okay." He whispers, fingers brushing your hair, smoothing away the tangles left from sleep. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
You shake your head, pulling away enough to wipe at your face. "Its nothing," An obvious lie. "Just a bad dream is all. I thought some fresh air would help but.."
A relieved sigh, the unease finally lifting from his chest as he took the blanket, readjusting it properly back onto your shoulders. He cups your face, wiping away the tears that wouldn't seem to stop with his finger. It pains him to see you upset, worse to know that you hadn't immediately come to him for help. But he was here now, and if there was one thing he has learned from this adventure, it's how to comfort someone after nightmares.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
You shake your head, unknowingly leaning into the palm of his hand. More tests pricked the corners of your eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't wanna wake anyone."
"Shhhh" Sky hushed, pulling you back in for a hug. "Don't worry about that. Were just glad you're alright."
"We?"
"Sky! I can't find- Oh!" Hyrule ran up, stopping right next to Sky. His face falls the moment he registers the tears, looking to Sky who silently mouthed 'nightmare' to him. Nodding in understanding, he simply steps closer, a hand on your shoulder, and offers a comforting smile.
"There you are! We got worried when you weren't in the rooms." Hyrule explains, running a hand through your hair,a finger brushing over your cheek as it slides down. "Come on, it's freezing out here and it's late. Let's get back to bed."
They each grabbed one of your hands, tugging you back inside of the Inn. You didn't argue, letting the two heroes lead the way up the stairs and down the narrow hallway. When they passed the room you had originally been staying in you paused, looking at them both for an explanation. Sky just smiled at you, letting Hyrule open the door to their room before ushering you inside. You stood just beyond the doorway awkwardly, watching as they each strode over to the bed, Sky already flopping down with a content hum. They both looked to you expectantly.
"Well? You plan on falling asleep standing up or you gonna come lay down?"
"It's fine! I can go back to the other room. I don't wanna take up your guys space or anything!"
Sky and Hyrule shared a glance, one usually reserved for when Legend and War's were starting an argument over the dumbest things. Hyrule strolled back over to you, hands braced between your shoulder blades as he actually pushed you over to the bed. The second you were close enough Sky reached out, grabbing your arm and yanking you down on top of him, trapping you in his hold once more as he rolled over onto his side, placing you beside him. The bed was warm, muscles instantly relaxing down into the soft, silky sheets with Sky's chest as your pillow and his arms as a blanket. The scent of clean sheets, mixed with hints of lavender and honey lulled your senses, calming your mind and still racing heart beat. Hyrule laid down on your other side, scooting in close so you could feel his chest pressed against your back, draping an arm across your stomach and tangling his feet with yours.
"Get some sleep" Sky whispered, kissing the top of your head. " We'll be right here if you need us." Hyrule hummed in agreement, his face nuzzling into your shoulder as they each drift off to sleep.
The memories of your nightmare melt away, replaced by the security of knowing your sweet heroes would in fact be right there if you woke up again. With a sigh you shut your eyes, sinking further down, still sandwiches between the two boys and let sleep overcome you.
I'm telling myself it's okay to post shorter fics. I've gotten really caught up in feeling like all my fics need to be full fleshed out stories which made it really hard to write certain ideas that felt like there wasn't 'enough' for. So enjoy a little something I whipped up today cause man have I missed writing Legend
Sleeping Arrangements
Legend x reader
Warnings: None
Footsteps padded down the small staircase, alerting Legend to someone headed his way. From his spot on the couch in the dark living room, he could only make out a shadowy figure paused at the last few steps, looking around for Hylia knows what.
Legend shut his eyes, pretending to be asleep. It was far too late to get wrapped up in someone else's mischief, no matter how curious he was about what someone was doing down here in the middle of the night. Whoever it was probably was just going to get a glass of water or sneak a snack from the kitchen. Nothing worth his attention.
A moment passed, he cracked an eye open a sliver, hoping to at least know who it was that was creeping around down here. The shadow had crept closer, lingering under the plain archway that separated the entryway from the small living room. Given the general height and build Legend could make out, he guessed it was Hyrule or maybe Wild, both just as likely to come down for a midnight treat.
Still, the figure only lingered by the archway, staring into the living room instead of tiptoeing their way down towards the kitchen. Were they looking for something? Someone? Everyone, minus whoever had just joined him, had gone to bed upstairs in one of the two rooms Malon had set them up in. Legend had opted to sleep on the couch instead, still holding a grudge about the cuckoo prank some of the others had played on him earlier that day to sleep side by side in such tight quarters.
Did one of them decide to come check on him? Maybe they needed something from him?
'Well tough luck.' Legend thought, shutting his eyes again, this time a bit more tightly. He flipped over onto his side, facing away from them for good measure. If they truly were here for him, they would simply have to wait until the morning like everyone else.
He could practically feel the person's presence come closer, stopping right next to the makeshift bed where he was pretending to be fast asleep. He waited for a tap on his face, or shake of his shoulder, even a quiet whisper of his name to test if he really was awake or not. Nothing happened, yet the presence looming behind him didn't leave either.
A minute passed, then another one until Legend had almost convinced himself that the person must have left. But then, the couch cushions by his feet shifted, sinking down under what was likely someone's weight nestled on top. An odd sound of rustling fabric, like someone was moving around, pausing when they figured they were being too loud, trying their best not to wake him up. It took a minute, Legend's irritation growing with every small sound and extra movement. He had come down here to be alone damn it, why the hell was someone here, let alone moving the couch so much?
Something cold brushed against his legs, and with it went the last of Legend's patience.
"Din's tits what the--" Words died on his tongue as he shot upright to see who was disrupting his solitude.
You were sat, balled up to take up as little space as possible on the other end of the couch. Your eyes, wide with shock and guilt at being caught, stared back at Legend who was equally shocked by the revelation of seeing you. He rubbed his face, reassuring himself he hadn't actually fallen back asleep. It didn't make sense. To no one's surprise, Time had offered you your own room the moment they had entered the house. Malon of course encouraged it and in no time room assignments had been decided with the only objection being Legend declaring he would be on the couch and to only disturb him if Hyrule was dying. Why were you sitting on the couch with him when you had an entire bed to yourself?
"Sorry," you whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you up."
"The hell are you doing down here then?" Legend spat out. His voice dry and heavy from the lack of sleep. You fidgeted with the throw pillow in your lap, casting your gaze away from his.
"I-I umm, was having a hard time going to sleep." You explain.
"So you came and made it my problem?" Legend asked, slouching back against the armrest he had been using as a pillow. The darkness hid the pink spreading over your cheeks, along with the pillow you buried your face into.
"I... I didn't like sleeping alone. I'm sorry. I guess I'm just too used to our usual sleeping arrangements."
He doesn't know when it started, and couldn't understand why it did either. But one night it was like you were just there, sleeping soundly beside him a bit too closely. Not touching, but only barely. A twitch of his finger and it would have connected with yours. It had annoyed him at first, mostly because of the teasing that had followed him around the next day by Wars and Sky who had been on watch duty that first night. But it happened again the next night, then again and again until eventually Legend had found himself being the one to set up his bed roll beside yours, still too close, yet some nights it didn't feel close enough.
Legend stared at you, the words left unspoken slamming into his chest like a moblin club.
It wasn't about being alone.
It was about being by him. Not any of the others. Just him.
Heart racing in his chest, he looks down at the thin blanket still partially draped over him. The rest hung off the edge of the couch, pooling onto the hard floor.
If he was being honest with himself, he had been struggling with the same thing. Tossing and turning for hours, expecting to see you by his side only to be met by the couch cushions or the empty room. Sleeping had felt impossible, not that insomnia was something he wasn't familiar with, but it had felt different somehow. Now? Now he understood what that difference was.
With an annoyed groan he swung his legs off the couch, tossing the blanket behind him as he stood up. Without saying a word, he snatched your wrist, pulling you up off the couch. Heading towards the stairs, he never lets go of your wrist, dragging you behind him with every quiet step.
"Where are we going?" You asked, trying to not trip as you both climb the stairs.
"Idiot. It's too crowded on the couch for both of us so we might as well use the damn bed."
Within seconds Legend is pushing the door open, the bed sat in the middle of the bed empty with a blanket and pillow tossed around sporadically. He drops your wrist, stepping further into the room till his knees his the soft mattress. You stand quietly by the door, stunned as you watch the pink haired hero lean over the bed, readjusting the pillows and blanket back to their typical arrangement.
"Well? You just gonna stand there or should I go back downstairs?"
His words have no bite to them. Heart leaping into his throat when you slowly approach, pulling back the blanket enough to slip inside. He follows suit, laying down beside you on the bed. He's mindful of the space. The bed itself is large enough to fit you both comfortably, but doesn't leave much extra space. Not that he really minds. It's what he's grown used to after all.
"Legend?" You're on your side, facing towards him. Laying on his back, he turns his head to the side, the tip of his nose brushing against yours from the proximity. "Thank you."
"Yeah yeah, just go to sleep. It's late. And keep your fucking feet away from me, they're freezing."
Beneath the blanket, Legend's finger reaches out, hooking his small finger with yours before finally closing his eyes, and this time, sleep finds the both of you easily.
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"Wasn't he supposed to be on the couch?"
"How'd he wind up here?"
' click '
"Now hush. You all leave them be you hear me?" Malon ushered some of the boys from the doorway, threatening to put them with the cuckoos if anyone teased either of you about it later.
She looked back over her shoulder, smiling at the warm scene in front of her.
You were curled up into Legend's side, head resting on his chest and still deeply asleep. Legend had an arm around you, holding you close as his head rested atop of yours. There was the faintest smile on his lips, one that Malon knew all too well and warmed her heart at the thought.
Closing the door behind her, she resumes her morning routine. Making a mental note to set another pillow on the bed instead of the couch tonight.
I'm sure you all have noticed that I disappeared right after making this blog.
I don't have any excuses. I was super motivated at first, and then my little sister announced she was pregnant and I've been fully focused on getting my financial situation under control and preparing for my nephew's birth in October.
Oh, and my desktop shit the bed again 🙃 I now know it is either my motherboard or CPU processor chip. If I want to upgrade one, I have to upgrade the other and my RAM, and besties, I ain't got $800+ for it. So bye-bye video games and hello major depression.
EDIT (08/27/25): PC might be fixed soon, and I can get access to all the work I did again. So I may go on a posting spree come mid October.
The TWO things holding me back right now:
1) Little sister's birth (Due early October)
2) Shitty ass roommate we're trying to kick and replace (TBH, fuck if I know when this will be resolved.)
Mainly, it's a money issue. I wanna make sure my sister is set for her kid, and make sure I don't get evicted and become homeless. Pray for me y'all 😭😭😭😭
TL;DR
I will still be active and taking requests, but anything I write or post is either going to be fully self-indulgent, with maybe ideas pulled from my requests. If I pull an idea from an ask, I will either tag the requester, unless it's an anonymous ask, in which I will answer that ask and tag the fic correlated to the ask.
I’ve been craving to write some Hyrule. It’s a need, not a want. So here y’all go. Based on a submission by the lovely @fandomsarefamily1966
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Never in the entire time you’d been traveling alongside the chain were you scared of Hyrule. the person, the place was dangerous as fu- He’d proven time and time and time again that so long as he lived, he would not make you uncomfortable. He knew when to pull back and give you space, when to leave a spot for you to sit together in silence and would always stop to listen if you needed help. Of course your heart latched to him. His crooked smile was enough to make anyone swoon, and yet he bore it so freely. His eyes crinkled and he had a small shallow dimple near his chin on the right side. You’d spent so long committing him to memory, each tuft of soft brown hair and each freckle like the stars in the sky. He was familiar. Homey and safe, the person you’d search for after battles not for healing, but to know that you were safe. Perhaps that was healing, but it was of no spell. You were, however, bewitched. Enamoured by each conversation and entranced by every soft touch. He was your definition of safety and comfort, everything possibly good in the world. But your nerves were alight as you looked at him across the clearing. Your heart fluttered seeing him among the flowers. He fit so perfectly. You couldn’t live without knowing if he too saw you like this, if he believes there is good things in the cruel world because he can find goodness in you. You push the thought away before you could give yourself too much hope. But then again, what if he did? What if he too watched you, unable to speak as you took the heart from his chest and cradled it as if it were something precious. What if he too were to scared to admit that he could love, because any time he did it only ended with pain and that cold loneliness. You stood, hoping that however this would happen, that fate would be as kind to you as he was.
Hyrule sat with a book in his lap, pages left open to the sky. He’d been entangled in those pages maybe an hour or so ago, but there’s only so many sonnets he could read without wandering back to you. He had that habit of wandering for as long as he could remember. Now, it was even his namesake. Known for being bound to nowhere, no real home where he can run for solace and friends who are fond of him because the time that passes before he sees them. When his body wanders, there’s no telling where he’ll be. But how is it that when his mind wanders it always wanders back to you? Never once has he been so bound. Never once has he found himself so wholly taken by something or someone. But he shouldn’t be too surprised, you’d been keen on making him realise things about himself. The fragility of a person and how truly rewarding the trust of a true friend can be. The daisies he chained together were much like you. Fragile and yet so persistent, finding their place in flowerbeds, fields, songs and sonnets. You were transcendent to one idea or concept, ever changing and beautiful. And there you were again, sitting across from him quietly, as if he were something to bask in. Your hands fiddled with the grass in front of you, halving the thicker blades.
“Hey rulie” Your smile was small and restrained, bothered and dampened. The brightness in your eyes sapped out until you were back to timid. He handed you the unfinished chain of daisies. They were supposed to be your crown, woven of the world he saw in you, but if the unfinished chain refreshed your wilted expression, he didn’t mind.
“Hello, flower” He played off the nickname with a grin, receiving one of your own in return. It was dull, not so vibrant as he’d grown used to, and it faded quickly to a strained frown. “You are ailed, what is it that bothers you” He found himself leaning forward, trying to catch your attention, to break you from whatever plagued your mind.
“I-“ Your nerves were alight, heart all you could hear. You thought he had it, so why was it you could hear it now? Maybe it best for him. That must’ve been it. “I need you to listen the whole way through and not stop me, is… that alright to ask?” His response was immediate, firm and confident.
“Of course”
You take a deep breath “I’ve been thinking lately, about what it means to be alive” You began, slow and cautious. You really wished you’d thought this out a little more before coming over to spill your guts. “About how people work, their minds creating worlds incomprehensible to us. Worlds that may never be, and have never been.” You look at the chain of daisies looped together in your hand, careful work. Caring work. Just like how he was with you. “I’ve been doing that a lot lately, creating worlds. I find you’re often in them too” His eyes widen in curiosity, head tilting ever so slightly in intrigue. “Worlds where I as never from a different one, Worlds where we met sooner. Worlds where I walk alongside you” You smile, those worlds were always your favourite to think over. He fawns over your dreaminess, that the thought of him could quell the storms of your mind, a raging sea now calm waters. “I like to think that you have some small piece of me. That you carry a part of me with you, to see the world, to live with” He wishes he does. He wishes you’d let him. He wishes to badly to have you, through the good days and bad. “And I think you’ve taken my heart.” You choke on the words, as if speaking them will take you past the point of no return. “Taken it from me still beating, and yet I still live” You can’t find it in yourself to look at him, to see the judgement he made of your words. He can’t find it in himself to stay quiet. His hands cup either side of your cheeks, your eyes snapping to his with the fear and sorrow of a rejection that he would not give to you. He’d read hours worth of sonnets and prose, and yet your words were worth more than the whole book.
“I love you.” He says. It’s honest and a soft. A promise that he is yours as much as you say you are his. The words all he is, all he has to give. He is a man of no riches, but he makes up in honor, the sincerity of his words a branding on his soul. He loves you. With so much of him it bleeds into what he does and says, something so inherent to him. He had to learn how to walk so he could wander, but he did not have to learn to love you. That was something he was made for.
“All that build up and you aren’t going to let me say it first?” You sink into the warmth of his calloused hands and let yourself grow weak. He would not claw at your heart now that he had it.
Written in the stars (forever on loop) chapter seventeen - From Eden
Pairing: poly! Chain x reader, Wind & reader
Rating: T
Summary: After taking a watch where you soothe a distraught Twilight to sleep your group makes its way through the land. Unfortunately for you, Dark has lost track of some monsters and those monsters find you and out number you.
(Aka: Dark loses his monsters but gets distracted by D!reader/ Onyx, and itself your problem. Spooky talks to Wolfie, too. Oh and also Fierce is a simp, the question is why is he a simp for you?)
Watch tonight is easy enough. The only hassle is ignoring the way Hyrule keeps his back to you as if avoiding you.
The traveler is clinging to his blankets.
Tonight, you take the first watch while the others go about getting to sleep.
It's been a week since you and Hyrule talked about the dungeon, and he still isn't really talking to you. It just stings, even if he deserves as much space as he wants.
You sit by the fire and watch as Spooky curls around one of Epona's legs for a nap. What sweet animals can they be.
It's hardly a surprise when Sky falls asleep quickly. He needs it, honestly.
Warriors lays closest to you, the least convincing about trying to sleep.
Hyrule and Legend lay on the other side of the fire side by side.
Wild is between Time, who lays like a soldier, and Twilight, who curls up.
Four lays near Sky, facing the fire.
Wind is curling up near you and Warriors, but it's only a matter of time before he ends up in some bizarre position.
You scan the permiter with careful eyes.
It's been too calm lately, and you aren't foolish enough to trust it.
Warriors lays like a soilder, straight as a board with posture that even a monarch might envy.
You watch as the others drift off one by one until it's just you awake.
It's nearly second shift by the time everyone is truly out, but you don't mind.
It's nice, mostly. The quiet gives you time to think.
Watching them sleep is endearing. You don't stare, but you're keeping watch, so you do keep an eye out. That's part of the deal.
Sky sleeps deeply, snoring everyone once in a while as he clutches his blankets.
Your musing comes to a stop when Twilight jolts awake with a shaking call of your name.
You swapping thickly before you call out to him. "Twilight?"
He doesn't react.
Twilight gives shaking, hitching breaths that are too fast. He dosen’t seem to be able to recognize where he is.
That's... not ideal.
It's actually rather concerning.
"Twilight?" You call again, pushing to your feet.
"(Y/n)?!" He calls back in a far away but terrified tone. His voice shakes as one hand reaches up to grip his hair.
You bite back a curse and start walking towards him.
Walking carefully so as to not wake anyone else. There's no reason to make the others lose sleep, too.
"Twilight?" You ask again as you stop at his side.
"Darlin'?!" He demands shakily, looking up at you with unseeing eyes.
Your throat feels thick as you sink to your knees.
Setting a hand on his shoulder, you try a different tactic. "Link?"
It feels strange to do it. Between him not knowing who you are and your expansive gaps in memory around your past lives, it's like filling a role.
A role that isn't your own anymore, but it still is supposed to be. It's like the nightmare performers have where they forget most of their lines on stage and have to improvise and hope it works.
His face softens, though, as if that's what he needed to hear.
"Darlin'," Twilight breathes out as he pulls you into a tight hug.
You choke on a gasp as you fall into him
Twilight clings to you with shuddering breaths as he burrows into your neck. "Saw ya die. Don' leave me, please. Need ya so much, darlin'," he all but sobs into the juncture of your shoulder and neck.
His tears are hot and wet as they fall onto you.
You hug him back with shaking arms. "It wasn't your fault."
"Was my faul'!"
"No, it wasn't. It was a dream, it's okay now," you say with a surprisingly steady voice.
You rub his back in slow circles.
"I can't lose ya," Twilight chokes out.
You swallow a wince, "It's okay, you're okay."
He clings to you anyhow, shaking harder now. "Don' leave me."
"I'm not leaving," you soothe carefully. "It's okay, can you try to sleep some more for me?"
"Ya weren' the' when I woke up."
You make a soft, hopefully soothing sound. "I know. You should still try to sleep for me, okay? I'll be here in the morning."
"Ya promise?"
"I will be here in the morning. Get some rest, okay?" You soothe.
Twilight pulls back with a swallow, "Yer neva' he' in th' mornin'..."
"I will be. Please get some more sleep."
He wipes at his face and looks at you with hazy eyes. "I miss ya. Er'ey day."
"I know," you breathe out.
You believe him, if only because of what you just saw.
Twilight lays back down, curling into himself. "Stay 'til I fall 'sleep 'gain?"
"Sure," you say as you shift to get more comfortable.
It's kinder than breaking his illusions. He isn't even really that awake. You can do this for him.
You stay with him, ignoring the gnawing pit of your stomach.
Twilight drifts back to sleep slowly. He seems well and truly out by the time you need to go wake Sky for middle watch.
Leaving the rancher feels mean.
Maybe a few more minutes?
You pull the blanket up around the rancher and make sure he's as comfortable as possible before you stand. You have things to do, and you can't stay up all night.
Even if you don't sleep, resting is better than nothing.
You make your way to Sky before kneeling down to wake him.
You shake Sky carefully. "Sky?"
The man groans and turns away from you.
Understandable, but you still have to wake him.
You shake him a little harder, "Sky?"
He groans and burrows into his blankets.
You bite back a smile at the adorable behavior. "Sky."
He grumbles.
You snort, recalling the opening sequence for Skyward Sword where Zelda's loftwing needed to be the alarm clock.
(You have to dump water on the teen before you finally get him to rejoin the world of living. He jolts up with a gasp before his eyes find you.
"That was mean, sunshine," he huffs at you.
You might feel worse if you hadn't spent the last fifteen minutes trying to wake him. You crack a grin, "You love me anyway!"
There's the tug of pain in your chest because the teen isn't yours to love. He's just your dear friend of your entire sixteen years of life.
He smiles, soft and warm, in a way that you will always associate with Crimson feathers and skyloft nights. "I do.")
You swallow down the memory and try to ignore the bittersweet feeling it brings up.
Shaking Sky more firmly, you call out again. "Sky!"
Sky jerks awake, and his eyes find you quickly.
"Oh! Uh- It's my watch, right?" Sky asks as he rubs at his eyes.
You nod at him. "It is."
"Okay. Just - let me get up."
"No rush," ypu tell him.
Sky huffs at that, "Maybe a little rush. I don't want to keep you up forever."
Your heart warms a little at the words. "I can spare ten minutes."
"I'll be fast," he assures you.
He is usually a man of his word, after all.
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Twilight isn't sure how to handle facing you after embarrassing himself last night.
Obviously, the best choice is to avoid you like the plague as subtlety as he can.
That decision is how he finds himself in the middle of nowhere, trying to hunt down some dinner.
Wild is helping, of course, but really Twilight is just using the excuse to be Wolfie so he can avoid you even better.
Which is great until Spooky comes over.
"Hello, wolf boy," Spooky purrs as they rub along Wolfie without fear.
"Hi?" Wolfie manages to reply.
He realizes his isn't one to talk to Spookie usually.
"You're hiding again," Spooky informs with all the bored superiority of a cat.
"I'm not hiding, exactly..."
"Are you lying to yourself or to me?" The panther asks as they lay down and stretch out.
"I'm not lying to anyone. I'm hunting dinner."
Spooky yawns. "To yourself then. Hairless creatures are so strange. Tell me, wolf boy, how long do you plan to ignore what's in front of you?"
Wolfie blinks at the panther. He isn't sure what they're on about.
Even if he does know, he dosen’t want to.
Spooky is just being ill aware.
He's such a fool, waking up and causing you to be dragged into his delusions.
You were kind enough to soothe him back to sleep.
He wishes you hadn't been so kind...
He dosen’t deserve it.
"Enough with the self-pity, wolf boy," Spooky interrupts as they roll onto their back. "Examine the situation or don't, but your guilt and grief fill your head until you can't see the danger coming."
Wolfie turns his gaze to the cat again, wondering if all panthers are so insistent.
"I see the danger."
"Do you?" Spoiky asks with a tone that all but screams doubt. "You're so busy mourning you forget to live, wolf boy, and anyone worth mourning wouldn't want you to."
There's not much to say to that... not really.
Spooky is right.
Wild whistles for Wolfie to join him again and Twilight... does.
He doesn't want to stick around for more of whatever Spooky has to accomplish here.
He can admit, to himself, that he is running.
He's a coward these days.
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"We may have a very slight problem," Dark says as he turns to his lover.
Onyx looks over with a brow raise from where they stand in the grandiose shadow version of the temple of time. "Oh really?"
"I may have misplaced some of the stronger monsters."
Onyx rolls their eyes, "It's probably fine. It's not like the monsters ever do their job anyway."
"True. You are right, my darling lamb," Dark purrs.
The dark being crosses the stone floor as his steps echo.
As soon as he is close enough to Onyx, he pulls them into him, his arms wrapping comfortably about their waist.
"You've been so distracted, viper," They tell him idily.
"And what of it?"
"Just an observation."
Dark chuckles, shaking his head. "It is never just an observation with you. You always have ulterior motives."
It's one of the countless things he loves about them. They never let themselves get manipulated so easily and never without their own goals.
Always thinking about their own safety.
Their own pleasure.
Dark loves how their mind works.
They may be the only person he puts above himself, as vulnerable that makes him.
As long as he keeps Onyx close, he can keep his weakness safe.
That's what they are, his weakness.
The worst part is that he doesn't care. He wants them safe before he wants- anything else.
He will never utter that to anyone, but he knows it.
He thinks Onyx knows it, too.
"And what is my motive then?" They ask him with a sharp smile.
"Perhaps you want to use my perceived distraction to your advantage? You are such a devious mind."
Onyx laughs at that, the laugh they only ever indulge him with. "You flatter me."
"What is it you want from me, then?" Dark asks.
"Everything," Onyx says simply.
"Everything?"
"Yes."
"Very well, but them I want everything from you as well."
"For you? I can make that trade," Onyx says softly.
"How shall we start?"
"Perhaps a nice date, I do rather like the moonlight on you."
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The forest fades into a vast field as you all walk through the land, hoping to find either the black blooded monsters or a town.
Selfishly, you hope for a town so you can sleep through a whole night and take a real bath.
There's a slowly rising dread that prickles up the back of your neck. You aren't sure why exactly, but you still feel it.
Epona walks at your side with Wind on your other and Spooky between ypu and the sailor.
You slip Epona a few slices of apple and lots of pets.
Spooky also gets lots of attention.
Wind billows through the tall grass lazily as the sun shines.
Four and Sky walk in front of you, both seem fairly alert as if they too feel that prickling dread.
You can hear Hyrule and Legend behind you, bantering to each other quietly.
"Have you got pigs back home?" Wind asks.
You smile, "There are pigs back home."
"Really?"
When you open your mouth to answer, there's a deep set instinct to demand everyone get down. You follow it.
"EVERYONE DOWN!" You call as you get down.
As everyone does as you say from instinct arrows whiz overhead. They fly through the air where torsos just were
Spooky growls, tension to pounce at whatever comes close first.
Epona rears up and gives an upset whinny.
"What now?" Legend huffs.
You take your sword and shield into your hands.
Standing, you look around and feel the blood drain from your face.
Three silver lynels from Wild's world.
Twelve dead irons from Time's world.
Two Gleeocks.
Four moblins from Sky's era and four from Wild's.
Nine fire lizafos from Twilight's era.
Four wizrobes from Hyrule's time.
"Fuck!" You hiss on reflex.
This is bad.
This is really bad.
The monsters surround you as they approach, and there is no escape.
"Everyone in a circle!" Time calls.
You rush to comply.
The group creates a ring where they all face towards the monsters before them and their backs are in the circle.
Wind is on your left and Four is on your right.
You aren't sure where anyone else is but you don't have time to look.
You throw your shield up to block the volley of arrows.
The arrows bounce off the metal with soft 'thing's and 'chinks'.
"We need to get you out of here!" Four hisses to you.
"How?" Ypu huff, catching a sword on your own.
"I don't know!"
Any other talking fades to the background.
Your world narrows to the enemies before you and the hero on either side of you.
Your shield is being a drag, but at least you can say you're using it!
You kick a laying lizafos in the chest as hard as you can, sending it back a little.
You stab at a moblin.
You block some flames with your shield. Your sleeves singe a little.
Another volley of arrows flies towards you.
Your shield takes more hits.
You fall into a haze of pounding wars, clashing metal, and fear.
You take hits that hurt.
Everything blurs.
You move with reflexes you chalk up to fight or flight.
An arrow hits the outside of your thigh.
A sword slices through your abdomen.
Your major organs and arteries are safe but only for now.
There's something wrong-
Wind falls with a scream as a sword pierces just under his kidney.
Oh.
You snarl something and push between the lizafos and Wind.
You stab through the beast with a rage you don't recognize.
An arrow lodges in your calf.
You gasp out a curse.
Someone else screams.
Pain radiates all over your body.
A dead Iron starts towards Four.
You focus on keeping your shield over you and Wind as arrows rain down.
There's a warping scream behind you.
You stab through a lizafos when it approaches.
Spooky jumps at a lizafos and clamps their jaw its throat with a growl. Blood splatters as your loveable panther mauls their dinner.
You block a fire ball as you fall to one knee, keeping yourself and Wind safe.
There's a roar somewhere.
You scream as a lightning arrow hits your shield and electricity runs your body.
The world is spotty.
The gleeock spits fire at your side of the ring.
A double helix sword slashes through the monsters in your peripheral.
That can't be right-
Fierce Deity steps between you and the monster, slaying them with vicious efficiency.
"Shit," you hiss.
"You're both hurt," Four says as he comes up to you.
"Wind's worse," you say firmly.
"Hyrule is out of commission, and we're giving our limited potions to the worst cases," Four sighs.
"That's fine. Take care of Wind first," you prompt as you glance down at the sailor.
He looks horrid.
Someone comes over and starts working on first aid.
You lose track of everything even as they work on bandaging your arrow wounds.
It's Fierce Deity that takes your attention.
He's just so big.
Wind is on the ground by you, in rough shape but half healed. He still has plenty more healing to go but he's stable enough to move.
Warriors finishes your bandages as Fierce approaches you.
"Starshine," the Deity says with a voice like thunder.
"I'll live. You're hurt too," you say as your eyes fall to where red trickles out if the bottom side of his chest plate.
"Hardly."
"Right... thank you, for helping us," you manage.
Warriors is still at your side, and when you glance over he looks sea sick.
The captain stares up at the Deity with an emotion you can't place.
"It is nothing more than my job," the Deity rumbles. His eyes are white voids that bore into you.
There's a sense that you should feel fear... you really don't.
Something strangely familliar about the deity tugs at your mind.
(A red scarf that smells like the forest and the forge alike comes to mind. A smile that only you get. Grief over separation...)
Spooky comes over with a bloody maw but otherwise fairly happy. They rub against the deity on their way to you.
You smile a little, "Hey, pumpkin."
Spooky just sits down by you and Wind, as if playing look out.
Warriors stands slowly, staring at the deity. He looks ready to say something...
"I must go, starlight, but should you ever need me I shall return," Fierce says as he reaches out to run his knuckles over your cheeks.
"O-okay?" You manage.
You aren't sure what is happening right now but you aren't exactly fearing it.
It's strange!
But not... not bad.
Fierce reaches up and the mask comes off of Time-
Time stumbles and Warriors catches him.
"Are you okay?" You manage to ask Time.
"Fine," the man grits out like a liar.
You think he might be lying to himself more than to you.
You nod, turning your attention back to the still unconscious Wind.
He looks... rough.
His tanned skin takes on a slight green hue due to blood loss, and he twitches every few seconds.
"Isn't there something we can do for him?" You frown.
"We can get him and Hyrule on Epona when Twilight gets her back," Four offers, "and look for a town."
"How are we going to keep them on her if they aren't awake?" You ask.
"Someone has to ride with them," Warriors grunts as he helps lower Time to sit down.
"We'll figure it out," Sky says as he steps over.
You can only hope they're right.
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The sun is setting as you find the start of a well worn path near a pond in the grassy field. Everyone walks slowly, many limp.
Epona carries Wind, Hyrule, and Legend. The vet only has a few bruises and shallow cuts, but Legend is awake and is there to help keep the other two on.
The vet sits at the back of the three, arms around Hyrule and Wind with the reigns in Twilight's hand as the rancher leads the horse along.
You are giving Epona so many snacks later. She's amazing.
You walk with a limp that spans both legs, but you can walk better than some of the others. You keep a hand on Spooky as you walk, though, leaning so your cat can take some of your weight.
Spooky dosen’t mind helping you though, they came over and started it themselves.
Warriors has a limp but is supporting most of Time's weight. The eldest if the group has a tourniquet on his thigh and a brace at his left shin.
Sky has Wild's weight. The champion took too many electric arrows, and his muscles are still weak from it for now.
Four walks beside you, limping as well but still holding himself up... though ypu swear you see his shadow snake up one of his ankles every so often...
Morale is very low, but you can't blame them.
"When we get there, rooms have to change up from the usual situation," Time grits out. "I want Wind and Hyrule to share with Warriors."
"You're sharing with Twilight then," Warriors informs evenly.
"I don't need -"
"I'll take care'a 'im," Twilight says.
"I can share with (Y/n) if someone has to," Legend offers, too tired to keep a front.
"Let's -" you swallow thickly, "Let's see what the situation is before we set a plan."
"Good idea," Four says as he tosses you a weak smile.
The smith's eyes glint almost like a Kaleidescape in the setting sun.
A cool breeze billows across the land, and you fight back the shiver.
The air is already chilly, with the cold that blood loss provides. You can only hope to get warm as soon as possible.
Your heart pounds in your ears as every step sends pain through your body.
Your head throbs.
Spooky purrs near constantly for you.
The lower the sun gets the worse your chances of reaching a town before having to make camp look.
"How long before we call it and make camp?" Legend asks as he catches Hyrule before the other falls of for the fifth time in twenty minutes.
Time grunts, "We call it now."
"Really?" Sky asks.
"We call it now," he says again.
There's movement then to start setting up camp with so many out of commission.
Wind and Hyrule are put into bed rolls by Twilight.
You help Wild start a fire with material from his slate and make a stone circle to help prevent problems.
do you ever draw something for yourself that’s so deliciously self-indulgent that you just sit there like
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