Known for a fraction of her life and mourned for the rest. The peace she needs is in arms reach but she’s much rather linger with him in the dark- the comfort in her grief less scary than the pain of healing.
But she’ll brave that pain eventually. She’s a hero after all, just like him.
500 FOLLOWER EVENT! duh nu nu nuuuh! you found a heart piece! femme presenting nb reader if possible pls uwu
reader should give this to twilight, wild, hyrule, time, or legend (authors choice).... or they could withhold it for a kiss on the cheek.... or maybe more than one.... inflation in this era is steep they say and she may be able to get a whole kiss full on the lips out of it
༓☾ The Chest Is: OPEN! ☽༓
``You close the chest with a huff, you were not winning this friendly competition you had with the traveler. You needed to do something to throw him off his game! You might have an idea...``
A/N: This one got away from me so quickly fhjkfhajk Longest one so far though! Yipe!!
Relationships: LU! Hyrule x gn!reader (Romantic)
Warnings: Confident Hyrule. Might be OOC (first time writing for him like this)
Word Count: 800+
Another dungeon.
Dark, cold, repetitive. Thats all they seem to be. The Traveler has tried to convince you of their ‘importance’ to any Hyrulian warrior worth their salt but in all honesty…You just dont see the appeal! You get one item, which most of the time only is of great importance in the one damn dungeon, fight a dozen different monsters and spend forever on puzzles that if you fail, you’re stuck forever!
Obviously, you dont share those thoughts with the group unless you wish to be sacrificed for disrespecting their oh so loved death traps, but Hyrule didnt need to hear it to know it.
It was odd- not in a bad way!- how easily he seemed to understand you, even though you both grew up in vastly different worlds. He always seemed like the first to pick up on your discomfort or fill you in on something you didnt know. Most of the boys made a baffled show of your lack of ‘common’ information but he never did, not even when it clearly surprised him. You liked that. It made you feel less…dumb.
He also seemed to take it upon himself to entertain you, which you were delighted by. A prime example were dungeons! He would vouch to be your partner and make a game of the entire thing to keep you from dragging your feet throughout the entire thing.
And as of now, you were sorely losing that game.
“Oh, come onnn!” You groan playfully as the hero dramatically holds up yet another rupee.
He walks over, broken pots cracking under his feet, spinning his sword as a proud smile spreads across his lips. “Dont be too upset, sweetie! I'm sure you’ll get something soon.”
Ohhh you hate how he can be both so supportive and condescending at the same time. With that stupidly cute smug smile that you SO want to wipe off his face. A stupid idea sparks in your mind and before you know it, your body is moving before you can double think if this was a smart choice.
As the hero walks past, already talking about the next part of the plan, you somehow manage to snatch his sword from his hand.
“Wha-!” Hyrule spins on his heel, a startled look on his face thats quickly replaced with a bemused smile as he watches you ‘hide’ his weapon behind your back. “...Now sweetie, I dont think that was very nice.”
A warmth spreads in your chest as his eyes meet yours but you refuse to falter. “Well, Sweetooth, I dont think bragging is a good trait for a humble hero to have!”
“Try saying that three times fast.”
“Humble hero to have humble hero to– dont distract me! Ass.”
Hyrule snorts, raising his hands in mock defense, not hiding his mirth. “Fine, fine! Im sorry, can I have my sword back?”
“Hmmm…” You hum, making a show of considering it. “No.”
“No?” He repeats, hands falling to his hips.
“Nope!”
The hero takes a slow step forward, tilting his head. “Well, how can I get it back? I kinda need it, sweetie.”
Oh. You actually hadnt thought this far yet. Truthfully you didnt expect to actually be able to grab the item out of his hands. But here you stood with it behind your back and the hero slowly creeping forward, like a cat ready to pounce. Well…you supposed now was a good time to soft launch an idea or two.
“I want,” You stood your ground, tilting your chin up. “A proper apology.”
“But I just gave you one, didnt I?” He gives a fake pout.
“Nopeee!” You beckon him closer much to his surprise. “I wantttt…an apology kiss.”
He flushes, that confidence quietly wavering before he finds his footing. Soon he’s inches away from you with a curious look.
“An apology kiss?” He questions, eyes roaming your face.
“Mhmmm!” You wet your lips- the action doesnt go unnoticed by the hero. “Could be on the forehead, nose, cheek…somewhere else.”
“Somewhere else.”
“Is that a question or–” Your next words are swallowed by another pair of lips.
It takes you by surprise, the sudden rush of it all, but you’re not complaining. Certainly not when one hand comes up to cup your cheek while the other snakes around your hips and pulled you closer. No no, you would never complain about the way he has you gasping for air when he finally pulls away.
“Apology accepted?” He asks, half lidded eyes watching you.
Not trusting your voice, you nod, handing him his sword. His eyes crinkle with mirth as he takes it. “Dont worry, ill be on my best behaviour."
“Please dont” You breathed out.
A blush tickles the tops of his ears as a wicked smile blooms across his face. “I wont.”
Maybe you should give a kiss on the cheek for LU Four
༓☾ The Chest Is: OPEN! ☽༓
``This stupid chest wouldnt open! You had to use something to pry the rusted lock off, and it just so happened to be your very distressed shield. Good news, you got the chest open! Bad news, you now really needed a new shield...or a very good smith to repair yours. Good thing you know one!``
Relationships: LU! Four x gn!reader (Romantic)
Warnings:
Word Count: 400+
This has to be a joke…
Nodding to yourself you think that yes, this must be a joke. That is the only reasonable explanation for this- because there is no way in the realms that you are forced to sit here and watch the Smith work on repairing your shield, hair tied back and sleeves rolled up with a cute furrow of concentration to his brow, while you have to pretend to pay attention to his lecture about maintenance.
A cruel joke it was, to have you watch his eyes spark with a burning passion that rivals the flames of his forge as you desperately have to remind yourself to listen to whatever it was he was saying.
You promise this wasnt like yourself!
Everytime you had a conversation with the smith you hung onto his every word– so much so that the Captain had made it a habit to tease you over it, much to your dismay– not wanting to miss even a second of it. How could you not? He spoke to you with such tender care with eyes never leaving yours as a smile creeped onto his face with every passing word- like he couldnt contain himself. The smith was so affable with you, you almost forget how quick he is to spit curses in the forge with the boys.
Deep down a part of you hopes that some of that tenderness comes from a much deeper form of care.
Yet here you were, eye darting between quick moving lips and engaged eyes, wondering if that kindness would be extended to you even now if you asked him to repeat this entire conversation…
“- And you cant just go throwing this around like the Champion!” You clue in mid rant as Four does the finishing touches. “You of all people should know how hard it is to get material while we’re on the road.”
Likely not.
“Sorry, Link.” You murmur, scooting closer.
Finally those round eyes leave your shield, blinking at you for a moment before quickly returning to the item in his hands- his once focused hands now tapping nervously around the edges. “Its- its fine. Just…Dont go becomin a mini Wild, kay?”
A hum leaves you, leaning closer to get a good look at the work the smithy did. You’re unsurprised to see your shield looking immaculate.
“Kay,” You smile, pressing a thankful kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Smithy~”
A bright flush erupts across the hero’s face, head snapping in your direction- almost slamming his head against yours- as you take the item out of his hands, leaving with a skip in your step. Though you dont see it, the hero behind you stares after you with a crooked smile.
``As you close the chest, the heavy thud echoing throughout the space, you realize this is just what you needed! A certain sailor has gotten in quite a foul mood, maybe he needed a little pick me up!`
Relationships: LU! Wind x gn!reader (Platonic)
Word Count: 500+
“Where are we going?” The sailor questions with growing exasperation.
You simply smile, continuing to pull him along through the crowded town square. “Just wait! Trust me, you’ll loveee it!”
Though you’re unable to see it, you’re certain the boy rolls his eyes for the umpteenth time. It’s not unlike him to grow restless when he’s not given a straight answer, but you’ve noticed that behaviour has been bleeding out into other occasions a lot recently. He’s been growing more huffy when assigned chores and even snarking at the older heroes for seemingly no reason.
You’ve tried to discuss it with the Captain and Old man but both seemed as clueless as you. It wasn't hard to see the two getting to their wits end because of this sudden change, so you've taken it upon yourself to figure it out- or to at least brighten the sailor’s mood.
So with some extra rupees weighting down your pocket, you continued your march.
“How have you been, Sailor?” You ask, ducking down a less busy street.
Wind wiggles out of your hold with a huff, arms crossing over his chest as he walks beside you. A noticeable pout on his lips. “Fine…”
You nod.
That was the farthest anyone could get with him before he shut down or stormed off. The direct approach was not working, but thats okay. An uncomfortable conversation was needed to be had but in the moment you know thats not what he needed.
“Well, I have a very random question to ask that is in no way related to this journey.” You hum, stopping in front of a store front and turning to the hero. “Did you have a favourite candy back home?”
Wind stops with you, eyes squinting at your growing smile before darting to the building you proudly stood with. Those big eyes of his widen to an almost comical degree, a smile spreading across his face as he quickly caught onto your little scheme. He looks back at you with a glimmer in his eyes that you’d been missing before grabbing your hand with a hopeful look.
“Are we really–?”
“Yes sir!” You felt your own smile widen. “Now come on! I only bought us so much time.”
An eager, childlike giggle leaves him before he all but drags you through the door, a soft chime meeting your ears and a polite worker welcomes you. You quietly hope they wont be too upset by the excited chaos you have brought into their establishment.
“Woah, they have–! OH OH and its ohhhhh you have to try these. Wait, they have a sale for– This is AWESOME!” Wind talks over himself, darting from one display to the next.
You hear a chuckle come from the worker, likely amused at the growing dread you fail to hide. Ohhh how your pockets are going to feel much lighter after this…But honestly, if it made the boy smile like that for a little longer, you cant say that you mind!
Looking back at you with eyes that make you smile, Wind smiles the widest he has in weeks. “You’re my favourite!”
Throw it at time :| throw something at time. For example, a rock.
༓☾ The Chest Is: OPEN! ☽༓
``The chest is slammed shut with force that rattled the broken lock. You did NOT need to be trapped in this dungeon with this man or his massive ego. Maybe if you're lucky the boss will knock him down a peg or two.``
Relationships: SR! Time x gn!reader (unspecific)
Warnings: Angst, no comfort. Reader does NOT like Time at all.
Word Count: 500+
Ever since the cape cladded hero reared his head, joining this adventure you and Link had been pushed into, you two had clashed at every crossroads.
You knew Link idolized the hero, ‘Time’ as your friend had deemed him, but that did nothing to stop you from growing a disdain for him. Link had tried to reason with you, tried to explain away the man’s horrible treatment of him with a sad story as if that was a good excuse to be down right nasty to him. This frankly did nothing to stop you from matching the Hero’s energy whenever he decided to crawl out of the Medallion.
It wasnt like you were the only one who saw it either! You’d catch Sky and Time having hushed arguments after a particularly harsh ‘scolding’ the latter gave to your friend before stopping when they noticed you watching. Even Link, who puts the damn man on a pedestal, would grumble under his breath when the hero walked away.
Yet you were the only one who seemed to actively fight him when a judgement call was made.
Like right now!
“You speak with such authority for someone who’s only recently learned where the tip of a sword was.” The man scoffed, looking down at you.
Time leant on a boulder, staring at you with his usual grouchy glare, it took all of your self control not to roll your eyes into the back of your skull. You and Link had been asked by a local village to deal with a monter camp, which you had easily accepted while Link…was less eager. It had been going smoothly up until not. Link was scouting with Sky, using the forest and rocky cliffs to get a good outlook on the situation while you and Time were meant to strategize based on the information given by the village.
Clearly it was going swell.
“At least my enemies never had to worry about my nose poking their eye out, speaking of which- do you have another statue somewhere? I'm certain the people around would LOVE to get that eyesore out of their village.”
“You little–!”
“Enough!” Sky called, appearing from the brush and stepping between you two with a bewildered look. “At this rate we might as well let the towns guard deal with the monster camp! You two are getting nowhere.”
“We’d get more done if-”
Raising his hand to stop you, Sky gives you a hard look. “Enough. Go find Link, he’ll fill you in on what we saw.”
Holding his gaze for a moment, you curse to yourself before turning and kicking a rock, going to find Link.
“Oh yes, leave the children to themselves. Surely this will only end well.”
“Time, you need to–”
Sky watches as something small and grey is whipped at the Time, phasing through his ghostly body with a yellow shimmer and hitting the ground behind him with the thud. Both heroes blinked for a moment before looking in your direction. You had clearly thrown something considering your posture but didnt give either of them an explanation as you stomped away.
“...Did they just?” Time looks behind him.
“Throw a rock at you? Yes, yes they did.” Sky confirms with a sigh, rubbing his face.
Oh darn- seems reader doesn't even know what it is. Or where they are- or who they are. Oops
(lu) Time is certainly going to be normal about this...
༓☾ The Chest Is: OPEN! ☽༓
``You hesitantly close the chest, feeling the unfamiliar weight in your hand. A part of you thinks you should be used to this, your body naturally wrapping around the cold metal but your brain refuses to agree. Maybe...Maybe you should find someone.``
Relationships: LU! Time x gn!reader (Romantic)
Warnings: Angst, no comfort. Mention of blood/injury. Memory Loss
Word Count: 600+
Muffled voices. Faint crashes of steel on steel, iron filling the air. Lights flashing in the dark– no no, not dark. Your eyes are closed. Lights flashing before your closed eyes. Water trickling down your skull. Water…Water? Water shouldnt be this warm…or should it? Maybe it is.
Wait, why were your eyes closed? You should open them. You try. It hurts. Actually, everything hurts.
Oh everything hurts a lot-
A groan is pulled from deep in your throat, that water is pooling around your face- on the ground, around your face. You’re on the ground. You’re in pain, on the ground, water trickling down from your head- oh! Its not water, it's blood! Thats where that iron smell was coming from.
Your arms shake, trying to push you up as you felt around in the dark- no no, not dark! Closed eyes. Didnt you already say that? Your hand lands in something stingy and warm, likely your blood, and slides. You feel the ground cut into your palm and another sound of pain leaves you. Its would be a really good idea to open your eyes right now. Why havent you– oh right, it hurts.
What is going on with you..?
Someone yells a name.
…Was that your name? No no it didnt sound like it…what does your name sound like? Why dont you know the sound of your own name? Wait, what is your name?!
An unfamiliar hand is suddenly on your shoulder -you didnt even notice someone came up-, you flinch at the touch but whoever it was doesnt pull away. Instead they help you up.
“What ails you?” The voice asks while resting you against a wall. His voice is gruff- older…but concerned. By the way his hands tighten around your shoulders he seems to notice the blood. He lets out a curse. “Does anyone have a fairy?!”
A fairy- yes yes! They heal, surely that would help you. Oh how kind this stranger was, you’ll have to thank him properly.
A set of feet quickly approaches, a younger voice but he speaks with an authority, before the distinct sound of a cork and faint chimes. The warmth that once coated your face now spreads your entire body, like a…well…like it being spread! It was comforting. You were so focused on the it you barely noticed the tear of fabric and the brush of something rough against your skin.
“There, try now.” That new voice spoke.
Slowly but surely you can open your eyes and are almost immediately scared. Two men in armour kneel before you, one draped in a blue scarf while the other bore a nasty scar over one eye. The man wearing a scarf relaxes onto his back foot once he sees your eyes open but the other…examples you closely.
Surely seeing the fear in your eyes.
He says a name- the same one you heard before- cautiously, as if trying to not startle you. “Dear, whats wrong?”
Dear? Wait, was that your name?
The man in the scarf looks between you two, something flickering behind his eyes. This one says that name -your name- again. “Its us. Its…Its him. Link.”
He gestured to the scarred man.
“I-...” The words start before you can stop them. “Im sorry. Do I…SHould I know you?”
The scarred man, Link, eyes widen into a look you can only assume to be horror, a gloved hand automatically going to grab onto one of his left fingers. You quickly turn to his companion, desperately searching for an explanation. You were not liking how many questions you had and how few answers you were getting
༓☾ The Chest Is: OPEN! ☽༓ May 8~ May 11*
*maybe subject to extension or reducion
LINKED UNIVERSE + ZELDA THE SACRED REALM X READER EVENT
Welcome, Welcome! Before I get into the event, I want to thank you all for all of the love I've gotten over the years. I know I've been jumping in and out of the fandoms but I will never stop appreciating this community for all its done for me! So thank you to my followers, my anons and the lurkers <3
Rules
Send in ‘You found a…’ followed by one of the items below. Each is marked with its respective genre– except ‘Dungeon Map,’ that one acts as a ‘dealers choice’ aka open to my interpretation of the prompt given.
The typical format for the request will be as if it is a description for the Item found (examples below), but that is not necessary to send in a request. But PLEASE follow the item genre system.
Gender default will be Gender Neutral, if you want a specific one please say in the ask (if you cant think of a way to include that naturally in the typical format, dont be afraid to ask for it directly!).
EXAMPLES BELOW
These are just formatting examples. You do NOT have to use these or feel restricted to just these
‘You found a heart piece!’ ((Fluff))
Maybe this will cheer the reader up after a hard day, hero should go give it to him/her!
(Can reader be masc/fem?)
The perfect gift for a hero! This should be given to hero while he and reader are alone, a special gift like this will surely show him how reader feels!
‘You found a Boss Key!’ ((Angst))
A dangerous item…Maybe this should stay in your pocket until hero and reader stop fighting…
It started this entire thing! Now reader is sick/injured and feels like a burden, hopefully a hero can save them
‘You found Rupees!’ ((Platonic))
A great find! You should spend theses on a gift for someone!
Dont spend them all in one place! Perhaps a nice day out with a friend will be smart!
A nice gift from a parental/brother/sibling figure, was it your birthday?
‘You found a Dungeon Map!’ ((Writer's Choice))
Its blank! Maybe you should draw something for the next person to find…
Oh, it looks like you’re really lost! Maybe you should try to retrace your steps, surely you’ll run into someone.
Okay so WITH the reveal of First officially joining the LU boys, i decided to add onto a super old series of mine! As well as two other randos to keep the layout the same.
THIS IS NOT EDITED! If there's mistakes or it doesnt make sense, my b
Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3
Includes: First, Dark Link, Sir Raven
First
Desire
Perhaps its a little cheeky to call you such a name, especially to your face but he can not help it- it seems his 'proper behavior' wavers when you come into the equation.
Since you came into his life, before or after his death, you were a source of many of his desires or as many as a selfless man like him can manage. Most think its a naughty title, but in the earnest way he is, it is not! No...You are a different desire entirely. You are his desire to keep going, to never falter nor let the darkness of this world acheive its twisted dreams. You are his desire to live long enough to finally settle down- you are his desire to stop fighting, to put down his sword so he may craddle your hand with both of his.
Angel
First has knelt before divinity, fought against demons and rose with humanity. He has seen sins of the holy and those modelled in their image and he has witness the blessings of demons. The golden hero believes himself to be unbiased in the world of sinner and saint, that there will always be found in eachother no matter how the scales tilt.
But perhaps you bring out the fool in him, the one that believes in the sole good of humanity- that not all are tainted with the inevitability of falling to the whims of selfishness. Or maybe you are something else entirely, something he has never met. One of a kind.
Paradise
Imprisoned, shamed, destined for the grave- First has felt the cold embrace of submission time and time again, knowing that he truly had no autonomy. He was a tool in a narrative, a thread for the fates to weave in and out and in and out until his purpose was complete. He was the First Hero, the Golden Lion, The Chosen one.
But to you, he was just Link.
He was Link and he got to choose who that was to you. A protector, a friend, a lover. He was Link, a man, and you reminded him of that time and time again. You showed him warmth in the isolating cold, and gave him a reprieve from it all. You are many things, but to him you are his paradise.
Dark Link
Dollface
Well look at you! Arent you just a pretty little thing- oh no no Dollface, dont even think about hiding away now.
The dark hero is very keen on that face of yours, eyes transfixed to ever little detail and micro expression. Your beauty is something that he needs burnt into his restless mind, haunting ever sickening dream and corner of his horrid soul. He doesnt care if you squirm under his wide gaze. You're going to sit there and look pretty, dollface.
Little Mouse
Truthfully the 'pet name' -as you deemed it- was more of a mocking calling card for Dark. A reminder that no matter what, you would stay a little creature to him- something he could easily corner no matter your actual size.
Yet Here he was, a creature of shadow and ego, gently stroking your cheek as you slept soundly in his lap. He stiffens when you shift, holding his breath as if scared any faint movement would startle you awake only to be released when you settle back down. It was almost pathetic how easily you wrapped him around your finger. How you made him worry. How he suddenly questioned every action around you like you'd break at any moment.
It was sad really, how much he cared for his little mouse.
Spicy
Dark likes to poke. Its in his nature! He pokes and prods, saying and doing every little thing to get a reaction. Dark thrives off a reaction. So when yours is to simply retaliate in kind, a twist part of his heart swoons. Oh how his little love turned on him so easily, how much bite must they have stored away to bear it at him so earnestly.
How eager he is to see what else he can get out of you
Sir Raven
My Lord/Lady/Leige
After a long day, his exhaustion is etched into his bones, the knight finds his way back to you with dragged feet. You greet him at the door in your night attire, a blessed sight that makes his heart flutter- the domestic lull that makes him feel richer than the Queen herself. And you stand there with open arms, love in your eyes and soft words of welcoming.
The nickname falls from his lips before he can even think, scooping you up into his arms with a new vigor as his foot kicks your front door closed. How could be tired when his beautiful Lord/Lady/Leige waited for me?
My Favor
A favor, in reference to a knight, is a token bestowed to them as a show of support and appreciation.
You, his favor, are and will continue to be his most treasured token he's gathered throughout his travels. So many times he has fallen to a knee, threatened to be crushed by the haunting weight of his responsibilities and duties- the power that he holds in his hands that would make a lesser man fold in a moments notice. But knowing that you, the person who has pulled him up time and time again, is waiting for him to return...knowing that, nothing is able to keep him down.
Turtledove
In a world of war, striving to rebuild itself after the wrath of Ganon, you continue to be the peace he strives to indulge in. When you're under the sheets with him, limps entangled with soft laughter filling the space between you- that is when he is at peace. You, his turtledove, are a heavenly blessing that he'll protect with his life.
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