Nightmares ✨ (Time x GN!Reader)
Whew, okay. I feel like everyone needs a break from the dark ass yandere shit (especially after that Twilight one, my god)
So here! Have some fluffly shit instead! ✨✨✨✨
Enjoy!✨
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Darkness.
That was all he could make out, other than laughter in the distance. It was pitch black, to a point that Time could hardly see the outline of his hand in front of his face no matter how close he held it; but somehow, he could tell by the whispering of the wind in the trees that he was in a forest.
The laughter he hears is not a voice he recognizes. At least, he thinks it's not. But he isn't too sure. It almost sounds like...
A very familiar scream sends a freezing chill down his spine. One that sounds just like you...
His heart drops into his stomach and it suddenly becomes hard to breathe. This laughter from the other person, twisted and maniacal...
Was that Zelda's voice...?
As panic and confusion begin to course through him, he rushes to the source, fighting away stray branches and bushes and stumbling over his own feet a couple times.
He reaches a clearing, one with water nearby. He can hear the water of a stream, although he can't see it; but what he can just barely make out is two figures against a tree.
That voice has to be you. It has to be. There's no one else it could be...
...And the height of the other person matches Zelda's. As he catches a glimpse of her crown and the blade in her hand glittering in the starlight, it confirms his suspicions.
"Zelda? What is happening here?" he questions, trying to mask the fear in his voice as he speaks to the woman he once thought was an ally and trusted friend.
He'd better not have to choose between you two, but if it's necessary...
...He determines then and there that his choice would be you, in any scenario.
"They're a problem, Link," Zelda states with disgust bleeding through her voice, pressing the blade against (Y/n)'s neck.
"Zelda, hang on. Tell me what's going on," he demands, trying to hide his anxiety and confusion. He unsheathes his sword, should the princess make any sudden moves.
But he's so confused...
...The princess was normally so levelheaded, so calm. As far as he knew, she'd never even met (Y/n); but before, he'd had no doubts that Zelda would adore them.
(Y/n) was a wonderful person. He and the princess had the same senses when it came to telling a good person from bad...
...Or at least, he thought they did, which is why he couldn't wrap his head around her motives.
"...They're a distraction for you, Link. For you and every one of your little apprentices..." she hums condescendingly, pressing the blade more. (Y/n) lets out a hiss, and even with as dark as it is right now, he knows Zelda's hurting them.
"Zelda, enough! Step back, and let's talk about this."
Zelda pauses. She doesn't move, but he just barely catches the glint in her eyes as she glances at him.
"...There's nothing to talk about, Link."
Zelda draws the sword upward, preparing to strike. Sheer terror courses through his entire being as he lurches forward, screaming as he reaches for (Y/n), who reaches back for him in their final moments.
"No!!!"---
Time jolts violently as if he'd hit the ground. Scrambling to sit up and take in his surroundings, his heartbeat begins to slow as he realizes he's back at camp. All the other boys are asleep, with the exception of Sky, who'd taken watch.
Time places a hand to his chest, bowing his head as he tries to steady his heart rate and return to the present.
Goddammit, another nightmare... It was all just some horrible nightmare....
Sky frowns, walking up to him slowly.
"Are you okay?" the meek hero says softly, concern in his gaze as he stands next to Time.
The old man, still breathless, nods as he looks up at the younger hero.
"I... I am alright. Simply a nightmare..."
...Time says nothing more on the subject.
Sensing that the old man didn't want to talk about it, Sky nods. Time looks down, sighing in relief as he sees you lying next to him and beginning to stir. He places his hand on your head, rubbing your forehead gently with his thumb.
"...Time?" you mumble, rubbing your eyes.
"Shh, I'm here, dear. Sorry for waking you."
"...Are you okay? I felt you tossing and turning..." you say so sweetly the old man thinks he might melt.
...Had it been so bad that he was rolling over in his sleep? He sighs a little.
"I am alright, my love. I'm here. Everything is okay..."
You pat the spot on the ground next to him, urging him to lie back down with you. He obliges, his body still exhausted from broken sleep; but he's slightly confused when he sees you scoot upward, to where his head lies by your shoulder.
You let out a yawn, opening your arm for him to come closer and rest on you. His eyebrows raise in surprise; but he doesn't deny you your wish.
He moves closer, allowing his head to rest on your chest. Your arm on the side he's lying on comes up to cradle his head, your hand stroking his hair, while the other holds his hand.
He rests one of his arms over your waist, and for the first time in a long while, he allows himself to relax against you, sighing contentedly as your hand in his hair causes him to feel like drifting off again.
This... feels nice. Now he knows why you love it so much when he does it...
It isn't long at all before sleep overtakes him again. In his half-asleep state, he hears you mumble a soft "Sweet dreams".
The last thing he feels before he drifts off to sleep in the warmth of your embrace is your lips on his forehead.