I love how you can see features of the others in First.
It’s so interesting. Like looking at him, I see wars, time, ledge, wild—it’s so cool to me. Idk if that was Jojo’s intention, but if it was, she hit the nail on the head there. I also finally see the appeal of First. I see what you First-thirsty girlies are seeing now.
i really loved the short story of isekai reader patching up Twilight using modern medical methods aka stiches. Could we have more of that? Maybe isekai reader teaching them some more things like maybe the reason Sky gets so winded when he runs is because he might have asthma.
Absolutely! I love giving these boys a much-needed break!
You mentioned Sky, but I've also seen people head-canon that Four has migraines and I wanted to be nice to him seeing as SOME PEOPLE have been STABBING HIM recently. (I know one Tylenol probably wouldn't stop a migraine, but he's 1. never had medicine like that before and 2. really short, so it would probably be ok dosage-wise.) Time is here because OLD.
LU x Modern! Medic! Reader
Four
“Ow,” Four winced, touching the side of his head.
“You ok?” you turn as you walk, shifting the bag on your back as you do.
“Fine,” he mumbles. “Just a headache.”
“Ok, give me a sec,” you take your arms out of the straps of your bag, swing it around to the front of your body, then put the backpack back on backwards so you can dig through it.
“I don’t need a potion,” Four says quickly. “Honestly, it wouldn’t even help. It’s just a headache.”
“Four, if you’re complaining about a headache, it’s serious,” you continue digging through your bag, remembering the various injuries he’d taken without so much as a wince. You guess black smiths were just built different. “I’ve got some Tylenol. One pill and some water and you should feel right as rain.”
“A potion wouldn’t help,” Four says again. “It’s not an injury.”
“Good thing this isn’t a potion, then,” you take out the small white bottle, then proceed to struggle with the child-proof cap.
“I’ve seen you give that to some of the others,” he points at the bottle. “They eat it and then they feel better. Potion. Maybe not liquid, but still.”
“It doesn’t actually heal anything,” you explain, grunting as you try to open the cap. “The thing causing the headache will still be there. It just blocks the pain.”
“How would there be no pain if the injury is still there?” Four raises an eyebrow.
“It’s like… how do I explain this,” you muse. “So, your nerves send signals to the brain. Think of them like little mail men, taking messages from where the pain is to you. This blocks those signals. The mailmen are still there with their letters, but now the letters can’t get to where they’re going, so no pain.”
“So I’m full of tiny little mailmen,” Four smirks.
“Sure,” you laugh, then finally pop the cap off the bottle and shake a single pill out of the container. You hold it out to Four. He takes it, looks it over, then pops it into his mouth.
“Wha–!?” you sputter, your hand still reaching for your water bottle. “Did you just dry swallow it?”
“Yes?” Four winces at the after taste. “Why? Was that wrong?”
“I mean, no, it’s fine,” you close your bag, still bewildered. “It’s demented, but you won’t, like, die.”
“Who are you calling demented?” He grins.
“You just took a pill without water!” you cry. “Who does that!?”
Time
Time was old. Mentally, yes, he was probably like 60 or something as far as you or anyone else could figure, but physically as well. Most of the other heroes were in their twenties or younger. Time was in his thirties, and with the added stress of hero work he might as well have been forty.
He had old injuries that still ached, and the past strain on his body had definitely sped up how quickly he developed arthritis. You noticed the way he would massage his hands occasionally. Or wince when he woke up. It was your job to notice these things after all.
Unfortunately, heroes were stubborn and selfless. Most attempts to help them were met with “I’ve had worse” or “so-and-so needs it more.” And from what you could tell, Time had never been “mothered” in the traditional sense, making it all the more unlikely he would accept anything you had to offer. He thought your help was necessary for the others, not him. It was noble. And incredibly stupid.
You had to find alternative ways to help him.
“Tea?” you hold up a mug to him as he passes where you’re sitting, your own cup held loosely in your other hand.
“That’s not suspicious at all,” Time frowns at the mug.
“What’s suspicious about tea?” you take a sip from your mug.
“Yeah, old man, when has tea ever gone wrong?” Wild, currently also enjoying a cup of tea next to you, smiles.
“Tea isn’t suspicious,” Legend nods, clutching his own mug close to his chest.
“Not at all,” you agree, nodding in a totally not suspicious way.
“Then why are the two people you’re always after about pain management the only ones drinking it?” Time points at Wild, who often got whole-body aches that he liked to try to ignore, then at Legend, who, like Time, had arthritis in his hands, but was more willing to take medicine for it.
“Maybe they’re the only two who happened to walk past,” you take another long sip from your cup.
“What’s in the tea?” Time sighs.
“Uhhh, it’s green tea, so Camellia leaves,” your arm is starting to get tired from holding the extra mug out to him. “And some honey.”
Time raises an eyebrow. He didn’t remember having honey in the camp supplies.
“We just got it. Wild shield-surfed face-first into a hive,” you explain. The Link in question gives you a thumbs up when you glare at him.
“So this tea is just to use up the honey?” Time takes the mug carefully.
“Can’t really store it all. Our jars are for fairies or potions,” Legend shrugs.
“I kept one jar,” Wild smiles.
“Fine,” Time takes a drink. Success!
“Oh! And I added some turmeric and ginger,” you admit, looking away from him as you do. You glance at your surroundings in a nonchalant manner. “They have anti-inflammatory properties. Figured you could use it.”
“I knew it,” Time narrows his eyes (eye), but takes another drink of tea. “You were trying to medicate me.”
“Is it helping?” you ask. He flexes his hand, thinking.
“...Yes,” he finally admits, shoulders slouching in defeat.
Sky
“That’s not what happened!” Sky scowls. He had been recounting his attempt to catch the apparently portal-using mail man when a few of the others had begun teasing him about his inability to run.
“That’s totally what happened,” Legend smirks.
“Sounds like asthma,” you shrug, turning away from the conversation to inspect Twilight’s side. Apparently there was some evil magic that you couldn’t see infecting the wound, and while you were no mage, you were a medic, and infection of any kind, magic or otherwise, was unacceptable.
“Asthma…?” Nine heads tilt inquisitively sideways, various looks of confusion on their faces.
“Do you guys not know what asthma is?” Now it’s your turn to be confused.
The blank looks you get back speak for themselves.
“Okay,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to think. “Athma is like… your throat gets tight and it gets really hard to breathe. Sometimes it feels like someone is sitting on your chest, making it really hard to get air in.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s pretty accurate,” Sky smiles.
“How do you not know what asthma is? If you have asthma you should have an inhaler.” You stand up, forgetting Twilight’s magic wound for a moment, and start rummaging through your bag. There wasn’t really a way to treat inflammation like that with the herbs you had available, but you had to have something.
“I thought it was just because I grew up in Skyloft,” Sky shrugs. “The air down here is just different.”
“That’s not how altitude changes work. The air up there is thinner, meaning Skyloftians should have an easier time breathing near the surface,” you say exasperatedly.
“Oh,” Sky blushes.
“So it’s an illness?” Warriors glances at Sky and takes a not-so-subtle step away.
“No, it’s genetic. You can’t ‘catch’ it, if that’s what you’re afraid of,” you roll your eyes. A few of the boys snicker at Wars’ look of relief.
“But is there a cure?” Sky sounds hopeful. “You said something about me needing to have something.”
“An inhaler. Not a cure, just a way to treat the symptoms,” you give up digging through your bag. “It’s medicine that you breathe in. And I have no way of making it here. If we ever go to my era I’m breaking into a pharmacy and getting you one.”
“Surely there must be something you can do without traveling to your era,” Time says.
“Not really,” you grimace. “We can limit triggers. If you didn’t have issues on Skyloft your asthma might be triggered by humidity? Or pollen? But it sounds like it’s triggered by exercise, which… well, you might have chosen the wrong profession.”
“You could say that again,” Legend snorts.
“Well, not much to be done,” Sky hums. “I’ve been alright up until now. I should be fine.”
“I’m still swiping you an inhaler if we wind up in my era,” you mutter, adding it to your growing list of things to either buy or steal from a modern pharmacy (some of the meds these boys needed were prescription, which you wouldn’t really be able to get otherwise).
I was thinking, with a modern!reader (or isekai! really I love both) she would be pretty unfamiliar with how knights (heros) treat people. I’m willing to bet once The Chain discovered this they would be offended on reader’s behalf for not being treated with chivalry.
And then they see how flustered and swoony reader gets at the bare minimum and well, they’re Links of course they’re going to be gremlins about this and compete to see who can make reader blush harder.
Eheheh~ the chain are like ‘my lady, allow me’ and they’re deadass offended no one’s treated her with chivalry before.
Time hears them mention how no one’s ever pulled out a chair for them and he just stares, stone-faced, like ‘so men of your world are uncivilized.’ absolutely insulted on Reader’s behalf. immediately starts doing every chivalric gesture he knows, but he does it so naturally it’s worse because they’re swooning and he’s just dead serious about it.
Warriors though? oh he turns it into a game. ‘Ah, so this makes your face go pink. Interesting~’ and now he’s laying it on thick, kissing their hand dramatically, bowing low, flirting like some court bard until they’re sputtering. (Personally he adores when he gets Reader to laugh due to his antics)
Twilight’s version is more subtle (he’s a rancher, not a court knight) but he’s smug every time they fluster over something as simple as him opening a door with his arm braced so they don’t bump it, and yeah he notices how fast they look away.
Legend makes it a competition. ‘What, never had anyone call you ‘royalty’ before?’ he teases, and when they snap at him, he just grins wider because the blush gave them away. (He definitely knows how to be gentlemanly and he’s smug when he gets a reaction.)
Wild absolutely will sweep them off their feet bridal style just to ‘save’ them from a puddle and laugh when they’re red as a pepper.
Sky though?? dangerous. he’s soft, so sincere, and they’re not prepared for how serious his voice sounds when he calls them “dear one.” they can feel it in their ribs.
Hyrule is sweet but smug, like he offers his cloak when they’re cold and when they start stammering, his smile is just a little too sweet. (It’s that boyish charm of his! It’s super effective!)
Wind does it purely to get a reaction. bows low, exaggerated knight voice, calls them ‘my liege’ until they’re laughing and covering their face. then later, he accidentally says something genuine like ‘i’d protect you, y’know.’ and it hits harder than it should. (Wind is a deadly for to face cause he doesn’t know what he’s doing and it’s working!
Four’s dangerous in another way, because he’s thoughtful. notices what makes them uncomfortable and quietly adjusts, whether that’s walking on the outside of the street or making sure they get the best portion of food. and when they thank him, he tilts his head, curious ‘why wouldn’t I?’ and that’s…yeah. instant swoon. (Even better than he splits and his colors all just spend the time treating Reader like they’re literal royalty and…gets the heart pumping ya know?)
so now it’s basically a competition. who can make them go red the fastest, who can get them to trip over their words first. and the thing i,’, they’re not even subtle about it. they’re knights (even if only a few of them actually have the literal title. I say wielding the Master Sword automatically makes you a knight!). they know they have the upper hand, and they’re going to use it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
When Another Finds Out About Your Crush || Part 2/2
Part 1 ||
Pairings: Time, Twilight, Warrior, Wild x GN Reader
Overview: What happens when someone else in the Chain finds out about your feelings towards him?
A fun little reverse of this
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...Maybe if you pray hard enough, the Goddesses will take pity upon your poor soul and make the earth swallow you up whole. Not an ideal fate, but at least it would save you from continuing to experience the torture that is Time's silent wrath.
You didn't mean to upset him - Of course, you didn't mean it, you would never! That's exactly what you were trying to avoid! You wanted to make a good impression - to be extra careful observing your every surrounding while solving each puzzle with practiced skill. Time would have one less traveler to worry about and, if you were lucky, maybe he'd even be impressed...but that's not at all what happened.
Walking through the deepest depths of a dungeon, you were so caught up checking for keeses and skulltulas that you failed to notice when the boys stopped following. They had all taken a moment to discuss a plan, but by the time someone finally thought to call out, a heavy stone door had slammed shut behind you, officially cutting you off from the rest of the Chain.
Despite the circumstances and the dread you felt, you did your best to remain calm in the face of danger - as you thought any Link would. You fought courageously against the miniboss all on your own, and when the correct door still didn't open, you didn't lose hope, instead venturing through the next in hopes this new path would lead back to your friends...and eventually, it did.
Everyone had breathed sighs of relief upon seeing you. They met you with excitement, jokingly congratulating you for making it through your first dungeon in one piece...Everyone except for Time.
Time was livid, at least it certainly felt that way since you've never seen him that angry before. Unlike with the other heroes, you didn't receive a pat on the back or even a 'thank Hylia you're alive', you received a lecture.
Time scolded you in front of everyone, calling you 'reckless' and asking repeatedly if you understood what you had put them all through - the danger you put yourself in and how your death would've weighed on them all...
Even when you were on the verge of tears - even when Warrior stepped in to try calming the situation down while Legend pointed out all the progress you saved them with the keys and tools you had gathered - Time continued to fume. What hurt most is he ended up having Sky escort you out of the dungeon, hearing no objections to it.
"You've had enough," were his exact words spoken through an exhausted sigh, but you know what he really meant: "You're no longer welcome here. I don't want you here."
Now you're left sitting outside the dungeon, curled into a ball as a sad attempt to make yourself as small as possible against the stone walls. The hurting side of you wishes you had never tried to impress him. If you hadn't tried so hard…If you had just stayed close to someone…If you had just surrendered to that miniboss...You bet you could've saved Time a lot of trouble then.
"...You okay?" Sky kneels down beside you, a gentle hand placed upon your shoulder. You would've expected him to go back and join the others, but instead he remains out here, missing out on all the fun just to continue babysitting you probably out of pity.
"...He hates me."
The knight startles at such an outlandish claim, "Old Man?"
"Who else?"
"He doesn't hate you! That's ridiculous!"
"Of course he does...You heard him - Everyone did!" You sniffle, burying your head further against your knees, "I've never seen him that mad before - Not even that time Wild broke his arm launching himself off that log..."
Sky's expression softens followed by a sigh. He plops down fully against the ground, spreading out his legs and looking up at the forest roof. After a moment, he finally speaks in a quiet tone, "...He was really worried, you know...It was kinda weird to see, honestly. I mean, usually he's the most level-headed of us all, but when that door closed behind you and Wind checked our map - Time looked shattered."
Ever so slightly, you lift your head, showing your attention to Sky's account.
"I think we must've broken some kind of record with how fast we got through the rest of those rooms," He says with just a hint of a laugh, although his expression remains sympathetic, "But only because of how hard Old Man was pushing us. He wasn't leaving any chance for error - not a second of hesitation or uncertainty. We had to get it right the first time or else he was on our case like never before...He was really doing everything in his power to reach you, and when we finally found you unscathed...Well, I think the stress of his emotions finally crashed in on him..."
Sky finally returns his gaze to you, offering a kind and encouraging smile, "...I think he cares about you a lot - maybe even as much as you do him, so I wouldn't take to heart how he acted. That was just his fear talking back there. I'm sure once he sees you again, he'll realize how harsh he was and apologize. For now, he just needs time to cool off - let his heart and mind settle after that scare of almost losing you."
You sniff again, trying your best to rub away the tears staining your warm cheeks, “I…hadn’t thought about it that way.”
It doesn’t surprise you that Sky’s noticed - and he certainly isn’t wrong either. Time and you have always shared a type of closeness being the eldest in your group, although you always assumed the exact affection you felt towards the man was one-sided. If Sky’s also right in his observations today, maybe you don’t have to work too hard to earn Time’s attention after all…Such a thought stirs something within you, different from the heartache that had previously been weighing you down.
This is utterly ridiculous…
Twilight looks like a kicked puppy, slouched beside Wild at the campfire with a pout upon his lips, but Warrior doesn't miss the way he looks in your direction every so often, wearing that same pout as if hoping you'll finally notice and pay attention to him...but you don't.
If Warrior didn't know any better, he'd say you've been completely avoiding the Rancher lately - Nope, he's certain that's exactly what you're doing because Twilight and you used to be annoyingly close, practically hanging off of each other ever since you first crossed paths. With all those 'darlin's and bedroom eyes that could put the Captain's own flirting to shame, no one could be blamed for mistaking you two as a couple.
Even when Twilight would mysteriously disappear from camp, you were still in great company with Wolfie who stayed latched to your side as if your personal pet - in fact that's what Warrior had originally assumed when the wolf first appeared and almost ripped a hole in his scarf after he happened to get to close to you!
What changed? Neither of you have said. You were already distraught when Wolfie was hit by that axe, but your world seemed to come crashing down once realizing your four-legged companion was actually your beloved Rancher. To no one's surprise, you continued spending every second by his side, determined to nurse him back to health even if you had to give up one of your own heart containers to do so. Then he made a full recovery and you just...stopped.
Twilight's condition improved, yet a giant wall seemed to have formed between the two of you after that. Suddenly, you weren't attached to each other's sides anymore. You didn't needlessly seek out his opinion for every decision or find an excuse to sit together during meals. You don't rush over to pet Wolfie or set aside treats to give to him later...It's as if you've completely iced him out and Twilight's taken notice - Of course he's taken notice, falling into a clear depression that has him sagging behind the group during walks or literally whimpering whenever you show anyone else attention but him...And it's been driving Warrior insane!
"Hey," At last, Twilight's found some courage to get up and approach you with a nervous hopeful smile, "After supper, Wild's gonna make dessert. The boys are voting for fruit cake, but I reckon if we both swing it just right, we can convince him to make that cheesecake you like instead -"
"- Oh, that's alright. Let the boys have their cake...I'm not in the mood for sweets right now anyway."
Twilight snaps his mouth shut instantly, yet hesitates a bit before sadly nodding and returning back to his place by the fire. If he were in his wolf form, he'd certainly have his tail between his legs...
'That's it!' Warrior decides, huffing to himself as he shoots up from his spot. Ignoring the questionable looks he gains, he marches over and grabs your wrist, much to your surprise, "We need to talk."
Ignoring your protests, he quite literally drags you out of camp. Only once you're a safe distance away does he spin around on his heel to face you with crossed arms and an accusing eye, "What's going on with you two?"
"Pardon?!"
"You've been avoiding him. I've noticed. He's noticed. I think we've all noticed! The question is why?"
You tense yet say nothing too quickly, instead pressing your lips thin while turning away somewhat stubbornly...Then your eyes soften.
"I just -...It's been weird," You sigh, hugging yourself as if suddenly victim to a harsh breeze, "Finding out he's Wolfie and all...I had no idea."
"That’s it?" Warrior blinks, a bit of a humor behind his voice despite the absurdity of it all, "Well, don't feel too singled out. I think most of us were left in the dark save for a lucky few.”
Despite his light words, you remain guarded, eyes narrowed at the ground as you admit in a quieter tone, "...Yeah, but I feel like I should've known. Twilight and I - We spend so much time together and it seems like we tell each other everything, but to keep such a big secret from me -! ...Did he really not trust me?"
Warrior frowns, finally understanding your dilemma. Dropping the frivolous attitude, he steps forward with a stern hand upon your shoulder, "Hey now, don't go jumping to conclusions like that. I'm sure Rancher had his reasons for keeping that secret. Doesn't mean he didn't or doesn't trust you.
“Maybe he was just worried about what you might think? Have you considered that? He could’ve been worried telling you the truth would make you think less of him in some way -”
“- But why would I ever look down upon him?!” Your head snaps up quickly, seemingly shocked by the mere suggestion, "That's ridiculous! I -! ...I care about him a lot..."
Warrior smirks, although he does his best to hide it behind a casual shrug as he drapes his arm over your shoulders, "Well, who knows? Love makes people concerningly irrational sometimes."
He doesn’t miss the way your expression ignites even if you do bashfully duck to avoid his attention. You have no right to be surprised. He’s willing to bet everyone in the Chain knows about your feelings except the man they surround…Speaking of -
“What are y’all doing all the way over here? Supper’s ready.”
The Captain will admit he takes a bit of pleasure in seeing the Rancher all fluffed up like this, clearly feeling territorial if his glare is anything to go off. He stands there like a brick wall, fists curled at his sides with a slight scowl to his face. He’s doing a piss poor job at trying to come across as indifferent, yet there’s no ignoring the way his glare focuses solely on the lack of distance between Warrior and you.
“Perfect! I was feeling peckish!” Warrior does nothing to acknowledge the tension in the air as he pushes you towards Twilight before heading back to camp…although he can’t resist poking the wolf once more as he steps past with a cocky grin, “No need to act so aggressive. They’re all yours.”
…It’s about time someone makes a move, and if you’re both too scared to do it, then he’ll happily offer a nudge, so long as it saves him from suffering this irritating ‘will they, won’t they’.
To make a long story short, Wild had made a very 'stupid, irresponsible move' during the last battle. Warrior's words, not his. He thought it was actually pretty clever what he had done, and it worked, didn't it? You were all getting swarmed by monsters and his actions made quick work of the beasts with just a few explosions and fires to deal with afterwards.
Of course, Warrior didn't see it that way nor did he approve in the slightest. From the moment the smoke cleared, he was on Wild's case, quick to reprimand the other hero with no end in sight. Worst yet is everyone else simply walked off, refusing to take any sides during the argument and instead leaving Wild completely to the Captain’s mercy.
"Hey, let's all just take a breather, yeah?" Bless you for stepping in, placing a comforting hand on Warrior's arm to break his focus away from the poor Champion. You're like an angel with the way your smile can smooth even the most boiling anger.
There's clearly more he wants to say about this situation, but weak against your interference, Warrior merely sighs and mumbles something about 'discussing this later' before marching after the rest of the group. This allows Wild to release his own sigh of relief, smiling up at you.
"...You see my point, right?" Perhaps it isn't the best time, but still feeling right about this whole thing, Wild seeks your support, hoping desperately that someone will take his side for once…and it almost seems like you actually might.
The way you cross your arms is lax and that frown you wear holds no real anger. You know Wild and you know he had no ill intentions with his stunt...however after sparing a single glance in Warrior's direction, you shake your head.
Looking back to Wild, you match Warrior's previous disapproval, although your expression is a bit more sympathetic than his had been, "Sorry, Champ, but the Captain’s right. I know you didn't mean it, but what you did was incredibly reckless, putting not only yourself, but the entire group at risk of injury...You have to understand things from his perspective. Wars works very hard keeping the team -"
...He should've just kept his mouth shut and taken the gift you've given him. Now instead of getting reprimanded by Warrior, he's stuck listening as you ramble on, your brief lecture quickly being lost as you go on to practically list all the reasons he should respect the Captain’s leadership like you clearly do.
His experience, his intellect, how skilled he is with a sword, his ability to take command…Honestly, Wild just stops listening after a while, officially tuned out of your shameless dick riding support of the other knight.
Although he doesn't care to retain any part of it, he does take the time to really reflect on your behavior because now that he thinks about it, you're always taking Warrior's side in these sorts of arguments. Not sometimes, not usually - always!
You don't act this way with anyone else - not that he’s ever seen, anyway. If it had been Twilight ripping him a new one, you'd jokingly call the Rancher out for being a 'mother hen', and when Time gives a particularly fierce glare, you usually laugh it off with Wild...but you treat Warrior's opinions like some kind of gospel - like he can do no wrong nor make any mistakes in his judgment.
Even in this very moment, your eyes glitter in admiration, voice dripping with praise whenever you happen to drop his name in a sentence which - Wild is certain - is an unnatural amount of times almost like you're only saying it just to enjoy the taste on your tongue. And now that he's thinking about it, Warrior’s the only one of them you've called 'Link', too! If not the honey-soaked 'Captain', then it's always Link every opportunity you get...Oh, but everyone else is still referred to as their nicknames even if they're alone with you, because in your mind, Warrior's your Link; the one and only.
"- Of course..." Wild interrupts suddenly with a huff, plopping his chin dejectedly into his palm.
"...Excuse me?" You blink, looking down at the Champion in confusion.
"Nothing, nothing," He waves a bored hand, motioning for you to continue praising Warrior lecturing him. He was foolish not to have noticed it before and wonders if anyone else has yet. More importantly, has the Captain? Have you even?
"...We'll have to split up," Time finally concludes, that bit it rather begrudgingly.
It's a small victory for the rest of the Chain, who had already been advocating to split into smaller groups to make this dungeon easier and to save yourselves from strangling one another.
Within seconds of the announcement, you're eagerly hooking your arm around Wild's, pulling him to your side with a toothy grin he's quick to match, "Well, I found my partner -!"
"- Absolutely not."
"What? WHY!?"
"Neither of you have any experience with dungeons - not like this, anyway. It would be in poor judgment to send you both off on your own, which is why -" Time's eye passes over the group until... "- I'm pairing you with the Veteran and Traveler. Champion, you'll go with the Captain."
You can feel Wild deflate by your side, his arm slowly slipping away from yours in defeat, however you aren't willing to let him go without a proper fight. Instead, you're quick to fix the angle of your elbow, even placing a hand against his arm for good measure to hold him in place against you possessively stubbornly.
"Why can't I go with the Captain, too?"
"Because I said so," ...It's such a dad response. Paired with a cool tone and a turning of his back, it's clear Time isn't as willing as you are to argue over this.
"That's not fair! The Captain doesn't even -"
"- Hey, it's alright. This dungeon shouldn't take long, right? We'll all meet back together in no time!" Much to your chagrin, Wild doesn't seem nearly as crestfallen as you had hoped. Opposite to your own annoyance, you'd say he looks all too cheerful as he elbows your side and leans in with a teasing grin, "Plus, look on the bright side, you got the good end of the deal. At least you'll actually be able to explore. I won't be able to take a single step without a 'proper plan'."
"...Sure, yeah, whatever..." Wild's expression immediately drops after your dejected response, but he's given no time to question it before you're dropping his arm and abandoning his side to join your assigned team.
It doesn't take long for everyone to be divided into their groups, allowing you all to finally set off into the depths of this dungeon. As you turn towards the corridor, you hear your Champion wish you luck - that be it with a somewhat nervous tone you merely wave off with a mumbled 'you too'.
With your thoughts stuck elsewhere, you know you're dragging your feet without much focus being given towards the task at hand. Hyrule, all too eager to find their boomerangs, leads the way with a bounce to his step while Legend saunters at a more leisurely pace beside you.
After a bit of sufferable silence, he finally spares you a bored look and a scoff, "...Geeze. Is our company really that terrible for you? I'm hurt."
"No, that's not -! It's not you guys!" You jolt, alarmed that he would come to that conclusion. Glancing back at your feet, you frown, "...I had just hoped -"
"- That the Champion and you could find a nice, quiet corner somewhere to make out in?"
"Huh?! NO! Why would you -?!"
Legend scoffs again, "Come on. Isn't it obvious? You practically try gluing yourself to his side any excuse you get. It's honestly a wonder he hasn't caught on yet. Must be all the times he's hit his head."
You can feel your face grow warm at his accusation, mouth opening and closing with denial set upon your tongue, although in the end, all you can manage is a grumble at you push the smug Veteran away from you, "Sh - Shut up..."
Um, hi hello, im just gonna... leave this here.. take care of him for me thx <3
an extra gift for @captaincreative from the LU gift exchange this year 🫶 (pls lmk if this is you on here)
Hopefully these are higher quality than what ended up in the discord </3
This is what happens when you draw Fierce while listening to Lana Del Rey apparantly..
The inpsiration to just make him truly look like a divine man took me over for literal hours 💀 bitch would NOT let me go
(ngl it still might take over again today 😃 having Lana songs stuck in my head is not helping)
I did redraw 2 BOTW screenshots, (*not traced or just colored over, i just put it beside my drawing and stole the palettes)
but the hooded Fierce is actually based on a statue of two lovers, specifically the man looking down at his lover while holding them, and the knight Fierce is inspired by a lady knight photo i saw on pinterest <3
and with that im leaving before i get called a simp on main-
a/n: I MADE IT! I did so much research about medieval times for this fic I feel like a scholar.
wc: 4.6k
Master List
It happened in a split second. One moment you’re crossing the road, the green walk signal lulling you into a false sense of peace, then you’re tripping on a crack in the road causing you to drop one of your bags. You quickly scramble to pick it up, only for a loud horn to blare, a screech, and something hitting you full force, knocking you unconscious.
You woke up in a daze. Your mind felt completely blank at first, eyes squinting as you woke up to scratchy sheets and pillow that did not support your head that well. Then it seemed to all come to you at once. You were on your way home from a small grocery run, then something hit you. Adrenaline filled you as you tossed the blanket to the side, inspecting your body for any damages. Odd, not a single blemish on your skin besides some calluses that lined your palms. Strange becomes stranger. It was then that you looked around the room, expecting to find yourself at the hospital, but instead you felt your stomach drop. It looked like you were in some medieval historical museum.
What the actual fuck was going on.
You stood up, legs shaky. The room was small, it held a bed, a wardrobe, and a small fireplace. You felt all out of sorts, looking down at the long white nightgown that you donned. You weren’t sure what you would find when you descended the stairs that led out of the room, so you decided to check the wardrobe for a change. Perhaps that will help you feel a bit more stable doing a routine you were familiar with. Wrong. The wardrobe was filled with…tunics? There were a variety of colors, some with long sleeves, others with no sleeves, some beige, others vibrant colors. You felt way too out of your depth at the moment. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself, your mind was in overdrive and you needed to take things one step at a time.
With shaky hands, you grab a long sleeved beige tunic. It seemed like that was the first step, it looked like an undershirt. Placing it on the bed you went back to look over the more vibrant tunics, some with short baggy sleeves, others with no sleeves at all. It would make sense the tunic that is more flashy would go on top. Picking out a color you liked, you placed it next to the first tunic. Next you went to search for pants, most were brown or beige, picking the one that matched your chosen tunics the most you finally were ready to change.
You wished you had a mirror to see how you looked, but you suppose they weren’t as common in this time period. What the hell were you saying? Time period? Had you really gone back in time? No, don’t think about it. You took in another deep breath. At least the clothes were really comfy. Why the hell had people stopped wearing these?
With a long sigh, you decided it was finally time to tackle the question of what was beyond this room. Slowly, you walked down the wooden steps, peeking down and seeing that it was what seemed to be a living room/kitchen. An old stove was against the wall, the brick opened at the bottom that held a small fire that was slowly dying. So that’s how they cooked foods back in the day…in this day…? Whatever. A small wooden table rested on the opposite side with two chairs, a small bookshelf rested next to it. It seemed kinda cozy if you were being honest. Another set of stairs led down into another unknown area. Your stomach grumbled, echoing in the silent room. With all your panicking and shock you hadn’t realized how hungry you were.
It seemed that whoever you had become…were you still you? In a sense…yes and no. You don’t want to think too hard about it. Whatever. It seemed no matter what you were a bit lazy in any time period, as a kettle was on the stove with some boiling stew. Picking up a piece of wood from the pile that sat in the corner, you added it under the stove, causing the fire to rise once more. Ladle in hand, you stirred to see all that was in the soup. Bones, meat, carrots, peas, and corn. Grabbing a bread bowl, you scooped yourself up a portion and took a seat at the small wooden table.
As you ate your meal, you reassessed your situation. You were hit, most likely by a suv, bus, truck, or other large vehicle. Then you woke up in some medieval seeming house with medieval clothing. Wasn’t this the plot to some trashy isekai novel? Weren’t you supposed to be the villainess or heroine or something? Why were you some seemingly random peasant? A harsh sigh escaped from your nose. Sure, you didn’t mind reading one of those stories, but to live one? Was this some cruel joke? You needed to know where and when you were, and also who the hell you were. What was your name? Was it the same? With a shake of your head you grabbed one of the books on the shelf that sat next to you. Perhaps a story will help you find some crucial information.
Taking a bite from the bread bowl, you opened the book, only for another wave of horror to wash over you. The text was completely different. You couldn’t read the alphabet-
You clutched your head as a sudden intense, blinding white hot pain overcame you. Your eyes were squeezed shut as a ton of information washed over you. No, not information. Memories. This body’s memories. Memories of when you were a child and your parents walked you through the market, memories of being a teenager and already working in the bakery that sat below you. Memories of your parents dying when you were only eighteen, memories of navigating life in the city on your own, making friends, greeting customers, baking goods. You let out a loud gasp as the pain finally dulled into a throbbing annoyance, white dots littering your sight when you finally opened your eyes once more.
It felt like you were two people in one body, two different sets of memories held in your brain. You need to hurry and start baking so you can open shop. Do you even know how to bake? Of course you do, you’ve done it all your life. You quickly finished the bread that made up your makeshift bowl, rushing down the stairs and looking in awe at the brickstone oven that took up the center of your quaint shop. You started working like it was muscle memory. Taking out the ingredients you needed to make dough, cookie batter, pie crust, and pastries. Then you would put the dough in the oven after the fire died down and you brushed the ashes out. Once the dough rose, the pies cooked, and the cookies settled, you took it all out, bringing them to a table that sat right outside your home, where you would stand all day till your stock sold out or the day was over.
Perhaps you weren’t in such a bad situation after all.
…
It didn’t take long for you to get used to your new/old life. You learned to accept that you had died, that things would never be the same. One part of you itched for a phone or longed for your tv, but another felt refreshed. You learned to live in the moment, and you felt like you were in a community. You’d greet your usual customers with a beaming smile, joke with the man you’d usually get your meat from, listen to the gossip that everyone and anyone would spread about.
Everything finally felt like it was falling into place.
Until you met him.
It seemed like any other day. Waking before the crack of dawn to start your chores, setting up shop and waiting for your first customer. New and old faces popped up alike, until one face was all too familiar. You had accepted this was just some random world separate from your own, your body’s memories not bringing up any history lesson you recalled. But he changed everything. Blonde hair that swept to the left, blue eyes that matched the scarf that wrapped around his shoulders, green tunic and hat that made you want to melt and run away at the same time.
YOU WERE IN A LEGEND OF ZELDA GAME?!
How the hell had you not realized for so long? You were flabbergasted, your merged memories causing you another headache. Oh gosh, this wasn’t even just any Legend of Zelda game. You recognized that scarf and pretty face anywhere. This was Hyrule Warriors. That explains the war, your body recalled. This was just about the worst Legend of Zelda game to be isekai’d into. You willed the Goddesses to take pity on you, but they seemed to be in a joking mood as Link walked straight to your stall. Great.
“I was wondering what smelled so good,” The hero smiled, eyes drifting across the various breads and desserts you were offering. “Heard that your stuff is the best in town.”
“It’s not,” You stated blankly. You were still fighting the urge to run, your fear coming out as indifference. With arms crossed, you squeezed your elbow tightly to get some of your anxious energy out.
Link blinked at your tone, his stance faltering slightly before he straightened up, “Don’t sell yourself short, I’m sure someone as sweet as you wouldn’t have any trouble cooking up something just as sweet.”
‘Wow that was bad,’ you thought. Okay, maybe you were exaggerating, it could’ve been worse…much worse, but you didn’t want him flirting with you in the first place.
“Did you want to buy something?” You asked, tilting your head and getting straight to the point.
“Uh, yeah,” Link fumbled, cheeks tinting a light pink. “Just a pumpkin tart, please.”
“That’ll be five rupees,” You told him, picking up the pumpkin tart. You took his blue rupee with ease, handing him the pastry. “Thank you, come again.”
Link was confused to say the least. Typically people would scramble to gain his business, swoon at his kind words, or even try to flirt themselves. You…you looked disinterested…scared even. Have you done something wrong? Why did you seem to avoid his gaze, shoot down his niceties without a second thought? You were strange, but he could take a hint, leaving your stall with a small nod of his head.
You let out a sigh of relief at that, eying the two girls that were giggling to each other before rushing towards you.
“He talked to you!” Ame squealed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Her curly brown hair bouncing with her every movement.
“He bought your food!” Fisia exclaimed with a dreamy sigh, blue tunic swaying with her as she shifted side to side. “He’ll see how good of a baker you are and be quick to marry you!”
Your face contorted into a look of disgust, shaking your head vehemently, “Why would I accept? I don’t even know him.” A half lie. You were more worried about the drama that would ensue if Link knew of your origins.
“Because he’s the captain and a hero!” Fisia cried out like you had cursed all her kin.
“Not to mention he’s a total dream of a man,” Ame added. “You would be a fool to deny him.” You merely rolled your eyes at their claims. They had a point but you wouldn’t admit that.
“You act like one meeting has set our future in stone,” You grumbled with a shake of your head. “Are you going to buy something or continue blocking my potential customers?”
“You’re no fun,” Ame huffed.
“A man who has the potential of changing your entire life comes by and you throw it away,” Fisia glared. “If I were you I would’ve jumped at the opportunity.”
“You’re still young,” You waved off their complaints.
“I’m fourteen!” Sniped Fisia. “I’ve already crossed into my womanhood.” You cringed at the thought. Sometimes your blurred memories were a curse as you were forced to watch children married off to adults for social status improvements.
“Whatever you say,” You let out a resigned sigh.
…
Once again you found your days pass you by. It had been nearly a month since your run in with the fabled hero. You nearly forgot about it, more focused on the smaller aspects of your life. Cleaning clothes, buying groceries, cleaning your house. Life seemed to be a lot simpler here, something you tried not to take for granted. You owned your three story home, something you inherited from your parents. You had a profitable business, you quickly learned bread was life here. No plates, no bowls, bread was used for all that. One thing you will always yearn for is modern plumbing. It felt humiliating going in the nearby river or digging a hole, but everyone did it! Not even an outhouse! You felt like crying at the thought of being able to flush a toilet or wash your hands.
Point is, as used to this world as you were getting, it still seemed like something would flash back about your old life and remind you of advanced technologies you were missing out on. You shook your head, you needed to focus on the task at hand, picking up groceries for your bakery. Paying for the wheat, honey, and fruits, you hefted the heavy bag onto your shoulder, carrying the other goods in a basket. You made your way back through the crowds, weaving around running children and chattery adults. You nodded towards people you recognized, glaring at those who bumped into you. The sun shone down on you, causing sweat to bead at your hairline. All in a day's work.
“Hey, do you need some help?”
At first you thought you overheard someone’s conversation, it was midday and the market was lively, but then that stupidly handsome face popped into your peripheral and those damned crystal blue eyes were aimed right at you.
“I got it,” You replied easily, shifting the bag to sit a bit more comfortably. You almost thought you caught him pouting…
It doesn’t matter, you could see the door to your bakery just a few feet from you, he would just be hindering you more at this point. Besides, wasn’t he not only a knight, but a captain? Shouldn’t he be busy doing…whatever the hell a captain does? Why did you keep managing to catch him when he was free?
Then you ran into your next predicament. Opening your door. Sure, you could set your bundle of wheat down, open the door, then pick it back up, but that would strain your back terribly. You didn’t have long to come up with a plan as the hero picked up on your predicament.
“I knew I could help somehow,” He grinned smugly with a wink. Frustrated. That’s what you felt when your heart flipped at the gesture. Bad heart. Bad feelings. You were supposed to be avoiding this man not falling for him. You pursed your lips, squeezing the handle of your basket as you pass by Link.
“Thank you,” You acknowledged his gesture with a nod, missing his shocked expression.
“Any time,” He replied, smile softening just the slightest.
Your plight had only grown worse from there.
“He’s coming by more often,” Ame giggled, poking at your shoulder.
“Momma says that the hero’s taken a fancy to ya,” Fisia joined, pushing back a dark strand of hair that fell from her braid, sly grin painting her lips.
“Shouldn’t you girls be working?” You huffed, cheeks heating up at their implications. “Or are you trying to get a free sweet from me?”
“Is it working?” Ame asked, Fisia cackling and pushing against her shoulder.
“You two are going to be the death of me,” You shook your head with a sigh, something you found yourself doing more often than not these days.
“You know, my papa said food is a way to a man's heart,” Ame pondered after calming down from her laughter.
“Is that why you’ve been learnin’ more recipes?” You asked, trying to deflect from yourself ever so slightly.
“Mhm,” Ame nodded. “Gotta impress a noble to marry me and I’ll never have to work another day in my life!”
A small chuckle left you at that, “Good luck, it's a noble goal indeed.”
“That’s all the more reason why you should marry Sir Link!” Fisia groans.
They had been feeding too many ideas into your head. You watched with careful eyes as Link interacted with you, the way he leaned towards you, large smile and soft eyes. It was dangerous to roll the idea of dating Link, the legendary hero, around in your mind. It had become more and more tempting as of late. He had managed to make you laugh more than you’d like to admit and you had to give it to him, he was charming when he wanted to be. But you liked him even more when he was being a total dork, it felt a little more real, like he was finally opening up to you.
“Seems like I got lucky,” The familiar voice of the one who cursed your thoughts spoke up.
“One loaf of bread left,” You agreed. “Unless you were craving something sweet.”
“Hmmm,” He hummed while tapping his fingers on the table which currently held your last good before you could close up. An…almost sheepish smile tugged at his lips as his eyes looked everywhere but at you. “Perhaps I could get both?” You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to clarify exactly what he meant.
The sun continued to fall, its golden rays lighting up his blonde hair in almost an angelic way. It was getting harder to deny your ever growing attraction towards the knight. The streets weren’t that crowded as people started to call it a day, some heading home, others towards the pubs. You yourself we're looking forward to grabbing a book and reading till it was time to call it a night.
“I’ll buy your last loaf…” Link started strongly, his confidence wavering a bit as he continued. “And take you out for a drink?”
…
Loud. That was the best way to describe your surroundings. A band was playing lively music as people cheered, sang music, and talked over the noise. The scent of alcohol permeated the space as nearly everyone had a pint of mead. A dish of King’s Chicken sat in front of you, the smells of meaty dishes making your stomach growl. You listened intently as Link told you a funny story from his training days, taking small bites to savor the more expensive end of food he had offered to pay for. As out of depth as you felt, you couldn’t help but feel a bit warm. No, not from the people dancing or the heat from the clay oven. It was a warmth that only the man in front of you could make you feel. Lips split in a smile, a laugh escaping every now and then as he gestured erratically to get his point across.
You took small sips of your mead, watching Link down his third glass. He seemed a bit nervous, it seemed like he was drinking to take the edge off. You weren’t sure why he kept seeming more and more nervous around you. Sure, you had been a bit standoffish the first few times you met, but you had gradually warmed up to him. How could you not?
You easily found yourself telling your own story, you had a lot, from bad customers to your own idiocy. You tried to ignore the shy smile that tugged on your lips at the way he leaned towards you, like he was waiting on your every word with bated breath. Your heart fluttered at the sound of his laughter when you said something funny, or how he would scowl when you recalled an irritated customer. You found yourself leaning closer to him as well, excusing it by thinking it was just so you could hear him better.
This was dangerous. You could tell the alcohol was starting to get to him, dilated eyes never straying from you, cheeks turning a rosy pink, words becoming just the tiniest bit more slurred. It was getting late, you may not be opening up shop tomorrow but you still had household chores to do. You felt a bit fuzzy yourself, barely, but after one pint you had called it enough.
“I think I should call it a night,” You yawned, covering your mouth with the back of your hand.
“I’ll walk you home,” Link offered, stumbling to stand up.
“I think I should be walking you home,” You chuckled, standing up as well. The blonde vehemently shook his head, offering you his elbow. You took it and began to walk out of the pub.
“I wouldn’t be a proper knight if I let that happen,” Link explained.
“Alright,” You agreed easily with a cheeky smile.
Stars littered the night sky, many oil lamps snuffed out for the night. The cobblestone streets were dark as you two made your way towards your house. Quiet laughter and teasing remarks filled the air, the odd passer by glaring or piss drunk. As you got closer and closer to your door, you found yourself wishing to hang out with the knight again.
“Thank you, oh valiant hero, for walking me home,” You grinned.
“Anything for you,” He replied without missing a beat, his words a bit too sincere for your poor heart. You stared at each other, seconds feeling like hours, minutes feeling like days. It was like someone put a spell on you, your eyes tracing his features. His eyebrows were relaxed, a small beauty mark rested under his right eye, his pink lips looked oh so enticing. It seemed the same thought was running through his mind as his hand lifted to hold your cheek, calloused palms brushing against smooth skin.
“I think I’m in love with you,” Link whispered, the sounds of crickets and frogs the only background noise. You felt your mind short circuit as his face inched closer, the scent of mead invading your nostrils. “Can I?”
You knew you should say no. You both were intoxicated to an extent, you should wait till you were sober…but he was so close to you. His body heat made your mind turn even fuzzier than before, all rational thought slowly leaving as his lips brushed against your own. You gave in, pressing your lips together in a desperate, needy kiss. Link reciprocated with fervor, pushing you against the door of your house gently in contrast to how his teeth bite at your lower lip.
You suck in a deep breath when you pull away, heart beating erratically as his lips start to trail from your jaw to your neck. You blink rapidly, trying to come back to reality.
“W-wait,” Your breath hitches as he kisses a spot that makes your knees weak. He stops instantly, pulling away just enough to meet your eyes. Dear goddesses are you down bad for him. If you thought his eyes were dilated earlier they’re practically a black hole now. “You’re drunk.” You state, gently pushing against his chest to create some space, to try and regain your sanity.
“It doesn’t make my feelings any less real,” Link murmured, nose brushing against your own sweetly.
“Then tell me tomorrow when our heads are clearer,” You mumble back, caressing his cheek before opening the door and entering your house. “Get home safely.”
…
It had been days. Your stomach felt like it was twisting in knots. Have you done something wrong? Was he sent away on a mission? Was it the kiss? Was it only a drunk induced mistake? You wanted to puke at the thought. You tried to keep busy. Make your goods, buy groceries, wash your clothes, clean your house. Do anything but let the thought of your feelings not being reciprocated rot and fester.
“We made you somethin’!” Fisia grins as she and Ame run up to your stall. Your desolate expression melts, warming ever so slightly at the girls who you would call friends.
“And what might that be?” You ask with a small grin.
“A friendship bracelet!” Ame exclaims, holding out a bracelet made of linen string. You felt your heart melt at the gesture, taking the gift and holding it reverently.
“Thank you,” You thanked them genuinely. “This means a lot.”
“We all have matching ones now,” Fisia explains, the two of them showing off their matching bracelets. Ame helped you put it on, the two of them happily comparing their hard work. This was the closest you got to a true moment of respite.
Of course the goddesses couldn’t let you have the moment for too long. Ame let out a gasp, tugging at Fisia’s tunic and pointing towards your right. Turning your gaze to what could’ve possibly caught their attention you felt your stomach drop. There stood Link who was slowly walking towards you. He kept his head down, hands fiddling with his iconic scarf.
“You think you can just come back after breaking their heart!” Fisia snarled as she pointed towards the hero. Eyes fell onto the four of you, causing you to shrink at the negative attention. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, was it that obvious you had fallen for him hook line and sinker? Link’s mouth gaped open before shutting tight, he worried his jaw. He looked absolutely racked with guilt.
“I came to apologize,” Link explained, but it felt like your world stopped. You couldn’t hear what he said next, your heart pounding in your ears. This was it. He was going to tell you it was all a mistake and that he didn’t mean any of it. Your breaths felt short, you wanted to run, you didn’t want to face the problem.
It wasn’t till he was standing in front of you, gently shaking your shoulders and calling your name that you snapped out of your panic. You watched him with wide eyes as he looked at you with concern mixed with regret.
“I’m sorry it took so long,” Link sighed, forehead resting against your own. “I…I was going to come the next day, but then there was an emergency that I had to attend to and I didn’t have any time to write you a letter…” He let out a frustrated sigh. “I love you. I love you so much it scares me. I, I’d be honored if you’d allow me to court you.”
“I was waiting for you to ask you idiot,” You huffed, biting back any more scathing remarks in favor of pulling the hero into another, this time sober, kiss. So absorbed in your own little world, full of relief of happiness that your feelings truly were reciprocated that you didn’t hear the squeals of Ame and Fisia, or the whispers of the other towns folk who watched on. Link didn’t seem to mind either, pulling you flush against him as he savored the taste of your lips on his own.
Perhaps you should thank whoever hit you, as you wouldn’t be in this situation without them.
