Can you write how the chain would react if one of their members was married to a monster (like a vampire, werwof, ghost, etc). Just that Link being smitten and the others either trying to be kind while silently judging their brother. It could be a full blown fic on just one or maybe small blurbs for each boy and how the others feel.
Yea totally! Sorry it took so long.
I don’t think the rest of the chain would be judge-y, seeing as many of them have had odd relationships in the past
(I.e. ruto, uh that one tree thing that happened with ledge, etc)
I think if you were a werewolf, the rancher would be best suited and most elated.
He could watch after you every full moon, in his own wolf form.
He’d do that for you too even if you weren’t in a relationship with him
That’s just how he is.
Now vampires?
That’s a fun one.
Whichever Link you’re with, they’re always hoping to find alternatives to consuming human blood and potentially turning someone.
(“Edward stop, her blood is clean!”)
But if it must be someone, they’d rather it be them.
I don’t know if you consider fairies/fae in this category but Rulie is just elated.
Another fairy! What joy!
Being with a ghost would be the most devastating.
He can’t touch you, can’t hold you, kiss you.
Bound forever to be so close yet so far.
(Necromancer Hyrule anyone? Subtle quiet shout out to that au)
Whatever monster you are, the chain loves you. You’re their friend(and their brother’s love). They wouldn’t trade you for anything.
For writing requests, could you write something with Wind and an older sister reader?
Glycerine
Pairing: Wind & Reader
Warning(s): None, just some found-sibling fluff!
Notes: Inspired by "Glycerine" by Bush. This is actually a bit angsty so prepare yourself lol.
Masterlist
You found Wind on the beach, sitting on the pale sand as his outstretched legs toed the line between surf and sand. It was a beautiful afternoon on Onset; the sun was high, the sky was clear, and tears had no place on the young hero's salt-swept cheeks.
"Wind?" you called, toes scrunching when they met sun-warmed granules, your boots kicked casually onto the grassy bank meters away. "Buddy?"
There was a gasp. The Sailor's shoulders jumped. He whirled to face you, already rubbing beneath his sea-colored eyes with a fist. He said your name, once, and forced a smile that looked entirely too watery for comfort. "H-Hey... I thought you were teaching Aryll how to sew."
You shrugged, taking a seat beside him. A part of you wanted to cringe at the thought of all the sand you would undoubtedly find on yourself when this was over, but a larger, stronger part whispered that it was worth it. For him. "I was, but she's a quick learner, like someone else I know."
Another soft, uncharacteristic smile, nothing like the blinding grins he usually treated you with. The muscles in your jaw ached as they fought to keep a neutrally-friendly expression. "Yeah," said Wind, sneaking unusually pensive glances at the roaring ocean. "Wild's pretty sharp, huh?"
Your brow furrowed. You scooted an inch closer. "I meant you, kid."
This time, he looked at you. This time, he seemed to see you. "I'm sorry," he apologized. A habit, you assumed, though it was wholly unnecessary. Tone heavy with an emotion that had your heart twisting in your chest, he continued: "I've just been... thinking."
Oh dear, it was one of those days. You planted your hands behind you, using them as makeshift anchors to lean back a few inches. A thick, salty breeze swept through the beach, further ruffling Wind's nest of hair. You debated running back to the house to grab a brush, but refrained. "About?"
Silence. You didn't push, but you did watch. Red-rimmed eyes, fidgeting hands, suspicious stains on the sleeves of his tunic. In so many ways, Wind was a fully-fledged adult. He could fight, swear, and scream, but it was always the little things that reminded you just how young he was.
The hero chewed his lip, knees drawing up to his chest. Your eyes flicked to the pants he wore–a gaudy orange that you weren't sure had come from teenage rebellion or a treacherously misguided fashion sense–and immediately settled on a small rip near the right ankle.
"I know Legend's prickly, but he'll help you with those if you ask," you mused, almost to yourself. Wind immediately glanced at his pants, and a heavy breath slipped past his chapped lips. Too sad, too old; something was definitely wrong.
"Oh, wow, I hadn't..."
'Noticed it' went unsaid, so you decided to fill the silence.
"You're only going to miss her more if you stay out here," the words slipped off your tongue like silk, though they could have weighed more than a thousand sparkling suns. Maybe they did, and you were simply used to the reality where hard things were said without a second glance.
"She'll miss me if I go back," said the young, vibrant, effervescent hero in a tone that was so melancholic that you briefly considered calling Time over from the comfort of the home's sleeping area, but the memory of him downing no less than four bottles of Elixer Soup suggested the eldest hero had plans that didn't include comforting whichever boy decided today was the day for a long-awaited existential crisis.
You sighed. You closed the distance, wrapping your arm around Wind's shoulders. They were broader than you remembered, but you'd be damned if you let the fact that he was growing intercede with hug timeTM. It didn't take long for the Sailor to accept his fate, shoulders finally dropping as he exhaled a breath typically observed in divorced men in their forties. You'd have to tell Warriors that one. "It's hylian nature to miss someone," you said; gently, not because he was a child, but because he needed it. "It means she cares. Means you care."
"Does it?" was Wind's response, and you couldn't help the snort that escaped you.
"Of course it does," you paused to let the meaning sink in, then added with a conspiratorial grin: "Didn't anyone tell you not to question your elders?"
Wind's ears perked up, but you couldn't find it in you to regret giving him an in. "Yeesh, I didn't know you were that old."
"Rude, I'm actually like, super young," you huffed, injecting as much faux irritation into your tone to hide the fact that you were secretly rejoicing the spectacular return of his borrowed dad jokes, because, really, one could only spend so much time around Warriors and Time before they too found themselves corrupted. You shifted in the sand, gaze turning to the sun, hovering above the horizon like a firebrand, and a small part of you was glad Twilight was currently consumed with that tile game Four played almost religiously. "It's getting late," you told the Sailor. Softly. Kindly.
Wind's toes curled in the waterlogged granules. A foaming wave washed forward, crashing against the boy's pruning skin. His response was a mere whisper above the roaring surf. "She cried when I left," a sandy-colored head leaned against your arm, soft enough that you could have pretended it wasn't there at all.
"Everyone cries, Link," you reassured him, though the results had yet to be seen. "It's what makes us hylian."
Silence.
You heaved a breath.
"Give your sister a hug, kid."
A pair of arms wrapped around your waist, and The Hero of the Winds began to cry in earnest.
"How is he?"
You were torn from your thoughts at the sound of Warriors' voice, glancing up at the Captain, who looked just as tired as you felt. His armor was nowhere in sight, leaving him in an off-white button-up and a pair of tan trousers.
A sigh forced itself from your lips, and you finally spared a glance at the sleeping boy on the mat next to you, one of your arms caged in his tight embrace while the other rested on your stomach. It had taken some convincing--and a hell of a lot of luck--to get the youngest hero into bed, and you hadn't the heart to tug yourself away when he latched onto you, face buried in the soft flesh of your bicep.
"Better," was your response, the ghost of a yawn tugging at the heels of your words. "If you couldn't tell, he's had a rough day."
The floor creaked as Warriors got comfortable beside you, keeping a respectful distance as he settled on one arm, gazing down at the both of you. "I'll say," he murmured, quiet enough that you hardly heard it. A pause, then: "You should rest."
This time, you didn't bother stifling your yawn, uncaring of how it might negatively affect your case. "Someone's gotta keep watch, Wars."
The Captain was unimpressed, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow in obvious disagreement. You were almost jealous. "Yes, me. You're going to have just as rough a day as the Sailor if you don't sleep."
You rolled your eyes, hoping to draw things out as much as possible. You didn't want to leave Wind alone, you couldn't. "Pshh, who needs sleep?"
The floor groaned just as Warriors opened his mouth to offer what you assumed to be a spectacularly-planned rebuttal, only to let it click shut when Time's rumbling baritone filled the small room. Fuck. "What's this about sleep?"
Warriors cerulean eyes found yours, and it was a battle unto itself not to hiss at the smug glint that filled them. He nudged your shoulder, and you went ramrod straight, praying it wasn't enough to disturb Wind. "Just trying to convince a certain someone that insomnia isn't the answer."
That jerk!
"Is that so?" You could practically feel Time's gaze on you. Piercing, all-knowing; like a fucking owl. The floor groaned once more, and you turned your head to watch Time settle on your other side, directly behind Wind. Between him and Warriors, this was turning into a very unnecessary hylian sandwich. "The Captain is correct," said the eldest hero in a tone that sounded like he was laying down a law rather than talking about something as mundane as needing sleep. "Rest. We'll take turns."
"After you drank all that sleepy-time soup? I think not," you shot back, feeling a bit braver than usual. Maybe it was the night, or maybe it was because some twisted part of you wanted to be the only one to protect the youngest hero. "You two need it more than me. It's hard being old."
The Captain sputtered in quiet disbelief. Legend would be proud. "You think I'm old?"
"Actually, the word I meant was 'ancient'–"
"You're so lucky the Sailor's here."
"What're you going to do, lecture me to death–?"
"Quiet, you two," Time interjected, sounding every bit the old man that he was. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, allowing yourself to fall silent for Wind's sake. Warriors made a huffing sound, but also quieted, shuffling to lean against one of the beams protruding from the wall. "There's no reason for all of us to stay up," ugh, that's why you were doing it for them! The Hero of Time said your name like an errant child, followed by a very punctuated: "Go to sleep."
There was no fighting with Time, you knew. He would win, and you would still be on your back next to the youngest hero whether you wanted it or not. Fucking heroes, always trying to look out for others before themselves, and Hylia knew the boys practically drooled at the prospect.
With a drawn-out sigh that rivaled Wind's in supposed age, you let your head fall against the woven mat, a springy thing that would have coaxed you to sleep hours ago had it not been for the boy clinging to your arm. "Fine," you relented, a mere breath in the inky, candle-shadowed expanse of the room. Eyes shut, but not asleep, you mumbled: "Night, Wars, Time."
Warriors' arm stretched over your stomach, his hand reaching to pat down the hem of Wind's shirt as it stretched up, revealing pearly flashes of the Sailor's skin, warm with sleep and rising with steady breaths, not unlike the gentle rocking of a ship upon the Great Sea's waters. Even after the youngest hero's modesty had once again been preserved, the Captain didn't move his arm, and you suspect its purpose was as much to keep you in place as it was to correct a potential wardrobe malfunction. "You're a jerk," you mumbled in half-hearted exasperation.
The Hero of Warriors' chuckle was loud in your ear. "Takes one to know one."
"Children," said Time from the other end of the sandwich, and you rightfully shut up. Fuck him, you could wield a sword as well as any of the others, which meant you were basically an adult by those criteria alone. Plus, you were dashingly attractive and that had to count for something!
Whatever, dad, you thought with an imaginary eye roll, because the eldest hero practically had eyes on the back of his head. He would know, and you were in no mood for another lecture after the one you received for aiding Wild in his quest to ride animals that were most certainly not meant to be ridden.
Sleep never came easy when you were worried, but something was different. While Warriors wasn't mashing himself to your side like Wind seemed intent of doing, the Captain was no less warm, and it was a battle not to hum when an errant insect brought him scooting closer, the heat from his chest soaking into your other arm. It was becoming increasingly obvious: you were trapped by these lovable dorks, and when Time's miraculously un-armored arm swung over to plant across the three of you, the deal was all but sealed.
Darkness blackened the corners of your vision, and the last thing you saw was Wind's sleep-soaked grin uptick in the candlelight.
Someone was calling your name.
You cracked your weary eyes open, ears straining to catch the ghostly mumble of your name; a strange, simultaneously booming and whispered call that seemed to ring in the very recesses of your eardrums. A soft groan left your mouth, only for something to slap down on your face.
"Shh, shh, they'll wake up!"
...Huh??
There was something– nay, someone above you. Someone with stormy blue eyes, wavy blonde hair, and–
"Wind?"
Wind grinned at the sound of his name, his teeth glimmering porcelain in the faint candlelight. His hands returned to your shoulders, shaking softly, and you realized you were still in bed, surrounded by the limp, sound-asleep frames of Time and Warriors, the latter of whose arm was still slung tightly around your stomach. "That's me," he whispered, nearly vibrating with excitement. Ominous, but you were here for it. And, as if the Goddesses themselves had heard your plea for answers that weren't complete horseshit, he continued: "I thought of a new game to play! But I need to test it out first."
Ah, right. If anyone liked games, it was Wind, and you were his all-too-gullible partner-in-crime. Only, these types of exchanges usually occurred at respectful hours of the morning or afternoon, prompting another, less exhausted groan from your mouth. "Can't this wait until morning, bud?"
The Sailor paused to consider the conundrum. "I just..." fuck, he was bringing out the wet baby seal eyes. Little bastard knew you didn't stand a chance. "I don't want to forget it..."
As predicted, your resolve crumbled in the face of his patented sad animal eyes. "Okay, okay," you relented, sitting up on your elbows, keeping your tone especially low to keep the adults trapped in their slumber. "But you have to help me get past Wars, yeah?"
"Duh," was his response, and you had no choice but to crack an equally conspiratorial grin as the Sailor helped you lift Warriors' arm up. He held it as you slid free, snagging a stack of blankets from the corner as a decoy.
Until the Captain grunted, expression scrunching as he registered the change in warmth, and your soul nearly burst out of your chest. Gently, shoving Wind to the side, you bent down to whisper in the Captain's ear in your best barmaid sexy voice: "I'll be just a moment, sugar, then we can continue where we left off ;)"
Another grumble left Warriors mouth, but it was significantly softer, and punctuated by a smacking noise as he attempted to kiss the blanket pile, which would have made for spectacular blackmail, if you were being honest. Where was Wild's Shiekah Slate when you needed it?! With the Captain distracted, you slipped around him, linked arms with Wind, and skipped into the pseudo-darkness like the troublemakers you were.
Once outside, you turned to the Sailor. "So! What's up, buttercup?"
"Well..." and thus began Wind's explanation of his latest 'game', which honestly sounded more like an excuse to run around on the beach than something with actual rules, but, once again, you were here for it. Until he got to the part about rolling in the waves in the dark. Especially when he got to the part about rolling in the waves in the dark.
When he was done, you placed your hands on your hips and grinned like the responsible older sibling you totally were. "That sounds super unsafe, so it'll totally be fun!"
Wind's mirroring grin could have outshone the sun, which was especially helpful considering it was nearly pitch black outside. "Right?! I bet we can get Wild to play today, too!"
"Wait, don't you mean tomorrow?"
"Huh? It's totally today; you were asleep for a while."
"...Wind, were you watching me sleep?"
"What? No! That was Time," the Sailor jammed his thumb into his chest, not passing up an opportunity to throw shade on his brothers. "I have manners."
You raised your hands in faux distress. "Ah, my mistake, good sir! My deepest apologies."
"You should be!" There was a roar, and Wind's head instantly whipped to the foaming surf. "Okay, let's go play before Time and Warriors wake up."
"I'd love nothing more," you patted his shoulder, subsequently raising your palm to meet his in a high-five that rang through the beach like a particularly juice ass slap. Not that you knew what one of those sounded like, per se, but with Legend and Warriors' playful rivalry still going strong, you didn't need to.
"Last one to the waves is a crab!" Wind yelled, dashing towards the waves, with you hot on his heels as an answering whoop tore from your throat.
The game without rhyme or rhythm carried well into the night, until the early morning light bathed the crashing ocean and footstep-marred sand, kicked up from hours of play. Your legs ached from running, and you were sure even Sky could have overtaken you in a race at this point, but it didn't matter. You were free, and you were having fun.
"Can't catch me!" Wind screamed in delight when you tried to tag him, dancing just out of reach like the agile little shit that he was, but you had been preparing for this moment your entire life, using the last of your energy to perform a sort of lunging dive, catching him in the stomach and sending the both of you rolling into the shallow waves, coughing and sputtering as you fought to catch your breath, soaked from head-to-toe and damn proud of it.
"You were saying, you slippery munchkin?!" you giggled, nose throat sore from all the saltwater inhaled over the course of the night. The Sailor sorted, reaching into the shallows and flicking a clump of seaweed at your face. You shrieked and dodged spectacularly, but he was ready with another, larger wad that managed to smack against your cheek, effectively sending you into another half-sputter, half-laughing fit as gallons of saltwater soaked the thick fabric of your tunic and trousers.
"Eat weed, loser!"
"Never!"
Your hand sunk into the sand and, before you knew it, a large clump of it was flung in Wind's direction, catching him in the blue-clothed chest.
Wind gasped.
"Oh, it's ON."
The following ten minutes devolved into what could only be described as a sand-ball fight to the death. Sand was thrown, dignity was abandoned, and you were absolutely positive you would be picking granules out of your holes and hair for the next month, but the sound of his laughter was worth every single grain.
It was only when the front door to the house slammed open and a near-frantic Warriors stumbled outside did you pause, sand pouring from your half-cocked hand. "WHERE–" the Captain caught sight of the two of you, covered in dirt and grinning like the maniacs you were, and simultaneously looked like ten years of his life had been spontaneously snatched away. Rumor has it his groan could be heard on the next island over. "–oh, you've got to be kidding me..."
"I'm a crab!" You called over the waves, eager for yet another opportunity to screw with him.
"Actually, you're a–" Warriors paused, placing his hands together like he was about to pray that your stupidity didn't infect him, too. His mouth moved with exhausted desperation: "Calm, Link, calm."
You and Wind exchanged a glance, but it was quickly broken when Time's silhouette filled the doorway, face curiously blank as he surveyed the scene over the defeated captain's shoulder.
A beat passed.
Time turned on his heel. Time went back inside, steps heralded by Warriors' betrayed whimper. You and Wind high-fived.
It wasn't always easy staying positive when it came to life, but with them, you were willing to try.
Whew! That was a long one! I was super inspired for this, and I hope y'all enjoyed!!
A 'lil extra for y'all:
"Time to get back to bed... sugar," Warriors visibly cringed at your appointed nickname, arms crossed over his chest, and Time looked a hairs-breadth away from smacking his palm to his forehead in exasperation.
You and Wind exchanged a glance that spoke a thousand words. Ignoring the vexed shouts from the older heroes, the Sailor jumped on your back and the two of you sped off into the sunrise, whooping like the madlads you were.
Can we have a one-shot where reader is Aryll's and Wind's older sibling, and when the Chain visits them in his era they form a little crush on one of the other Link's? You can choose which one is the crush, but I just want a cute little story of Aryll and Wind teasing/playing wingman for reader.
Absolutely! This was really fun to write!
How to get a boyfriend (ft. Gremlin little siblings)
Rating: T for cursing
Relationships: Wind & Aryll & reader, Time x reader
Genre: fluff (crack?)
Summary: When you meet the chain, you quickly develop a crush on time, and to your horror, Wind and Aryll are both aware and helping.
Warning: Wind locks you in a bathroom, but no particular room description. (It's all in fun as the trope from fics)
Other: Wind is a little shit and I love him.
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You are in the middle of sweeping the porch when you hear your little brother, Link, call out to you. It's a relief to know he's safe. His habit of getting dragged into trouble always worried you.
"(Y/n)!" The tween calls, rushing to reach you.
You drop the broom just in time to catch him. You hug him as soon as he throws himself at you. A small grunt escapes you, but you're upright.
"You're so late for dinner." You say with a smile.
"I brought some friends, got enough for eight more? Also, I'm going by Wind right now." Wind asks.
"Excuse me?" You ask, looking up from the hug to see a group of eight heavily armed males.
Wind steps back, letting go of you. "These are my friends."
You immediately hone in on the tallest, who looks like he's fought too many battles. He's looks like a Greek statue.
"Friends?" You ask, pulling your gaze away from the man.
"Yeah, they've watched my back."
"Well, anyone who can keep you safe is a friend in my book." You say. "Come on in, I'll start some dinner."
You lead them inside, holding the door for them. They all say thanks, some more enthusiastic than others.
Wind shuts the door, almost vibrating with excitement.
The large group is clustered in the living room, looking at you and your brother.
"I'm (Y/n), thanks for watching out for my brother." You offer a wave.
"Nice to meet you. I'm time." The tallest says with a nod.
"Warriors."
"I'm Hyrule!"
"Four."
"I'm Twilight, thank you for havin' us."
"I'm Sky, it's nice to meet you."
"I'm Wild."
"Legend."
You look to Wind, silently asking if the weird names are a group thing.
He just grins at you, which means they are.
"I'm sure Aryll is around somewhere, Grandma is out for a few weeks. Make yourselves at home. I'm going to start dinner." You say.
Making your way to the kitchen, you started trying to figure out what you can make that will feed twelve people.
Chili? Soup? Kabobs?
Who knows.
Maybe just soup and sandwiches?
As you consider your options, you hear someone clear their throat. You jump, but only a little.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to know if you wanted help? I know you weren't expecting to cook for so many." Time explains, looking a little awkward.
Huh.
That's actually really sweet, and you aren't going to turn away help.
You smile, maybe a little shy, "I'd love that. Thank you."
Cooking dinner and then serving it goes much faster with a second set of hands helping you.
Time is pretty good at letting you boss him around a little in the name of feeding everyone.
You enjoy dinner conversations, but every time you find yourself looking at Time, you get a nudge from Wind's elbow and a giggle from Aryll.
Dinner ends, and you, of course, offer the group to stay in your house.
You help the group set up sleeping arrangements in the living room, pointedly ignoring the way your sister giggles when you have to ask Time to help you reach something.
Honestly, the way the man comes up behind you to help is- flustering.
You are so grateful when they all go to bed.
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From the moment Time offered to help you cook, you've had no hope of being anything but smitten.
Unfortunately for you, Wind has noticed and takes great joy in teasing you. As is the right of younger siblings.
Aryll is, as always, happy to follow the leaf of your brother.
This all leads to them making kisses faces at you from behind Time, suggesting you ask him for help in suggestive voices, and even just whispering his name at you randomly.
Somehow, they even have Wild and Hyrule in on it, too.
Wind also somehow managed to keep leaving you and Time alone with several winks.
Aryll is a little less creative and either giggles or follows Wind's lead.
Although she did ask Time if he was with someone and when he said no, she just gave you a wide grin.
Little brats.
As much as you love them, you could just shake them sometimes.
Like now. Now you'd kind of like to shake them.
Really, you should have seen it coming, but lo and behold, here you are.
Trapped in the bathroom with Time, all thanks to a ploy your siblings cooked up.
They had told you and Time both that the other needed help fixing the shower head, and here you are, trapped.
"We aren't letting you out until you talk!" Wind calls.
"Link! You're so grounded!" You call back loudly while smacking the door with your palm.
Time just sighs, pulling his hand down his face. "This is ridiculous."
"Talk!" Aryll calls.
"Grounded!" You call back.
There's the laughter of your two siblings. They are definitely laughing at the predicament they caused. You know, like jerks.
You lean your forehead against the door with a groan.
Breaking down the door will just cause problems for your grandmother.
"Are you... okay?" Time asks.
You keep your forehead against the door but sigh. "Siblings."
"I've heard they can be... a handful." Time sympathizes to your commiseration.
You snort at that. "They can be, little brats."
"You love them, though."
"Of course I do."
Time hums once.
Giving into the situation, you pull away from the door and straighten up. You turn, facing the man.
He watches you, face soft like usual. (Like it is for you specifically, but you haven't figured that out just yet.)
Well, you suppose now is a good time to tell him you're going with them when they leave again.
"I'm going with you." You say firmly.
"What?" He blinks.
You set your shoulders. "When you leave again, I'm going with you all. My brother is going and I'm going with."
"I don't think -"
"I'm going. You don't have to like it, but it's happening. Besides. Someone should be there to help you boys take care of yourselves."
Time stares at you, mind racing through all the possibilities this could bring. He dosen’t want to put you at risk. That would kill Wind if something happened...
It would kill him, too. He isn't-
Time can admit he's got feelings for you. He just dosen’t know how to push them away because every time he tries ypu go and do something to make them flare up again.
Like now, you stand stubborn and loyal as you announce your intent to join some sort of wild goose chase for an unknown evil.
The worst part is... he wants you to join them. He wants to be around you.
"It's dangerous."
"I don't care. I'm going." You say simply.
"I don't want you to get hurt."
"But you can?"
"That's different." Time says simply.
"Not really."
"I'm a hero -"
"You are a mortal. You are a strong, kind man who needs to learn how to not be self-sacrificing!"
Time stills, gaze fixed on you as something flickers across his face. "I... I didn't know you cared so much."
"Of course I do. You're important to Wind."
"Oh." He says as disappointment wells up.
You give a wry smile. "Besides, I like you myself."
"You... do?"
There's a bang at the door before Wind calls out to you. "TELL THE ACTUAL TRUTH!"
"JUST KISS!" Aryll suggests helpfully.
Time feels cold as the realization that ypur younger siblings know his heart towards you. Oh.
That's embarrassing.
"Oh my Hylia." You groan. "I am so sorry about them."
"It's- okay..."
"This is all so stupid. See... I uh- I have a real big crush on you, and they have it in their heads that you feel the same."
Time feels his heart speed up. He's old enough he shouldn't get caught up in things like this... but he does.
The words you say go right to his heart.
He is left trying to find the words to respond.
"Anyway... sorry, I know that makes things awkward." You say with a strained smile.
"No. It's okay. I actually feel the same." Time manages to say.
"Oh. Well fuck." You laugh a little breathlessly.
"What?"
"They are never going to let me live this down."
"Who- oh! Wind is definitely going to live it up." Time says.
You just shake your head. "He is."
"So... Are you still up to coming with us?"
"Of course. Maybe I can take you on a date sometime while we're out saving the world." You offer, feeling cheesey even as you say it.
Time nods, lips pulling up. "I'd like that. Maybe we can build something good together."
"I'd like that." You echo with a smile.
The bathroom door opens, letting you see the fleeing siblings.
Time offers you a hand and a wink, "Shall we go deal with that?"
"Only if we are getting them back."
"Of course." He says.
You take his hand, letting him lead you out of the room.
This feels like the beginning of something beautiful.
But don't worry, Wind and Aryll spend years and years reminding you of their meddling and matchmaking.
Except now, they tease you about your sappiness and your 'debt' to them.
Come Morning Light, You'll be Safe and Sound (First x Reader Part 3)
Part 1 Part 2
The sun is what woke you.
Winds still clung to you even in his sleep. The boy made it easy to forget that he was still just a boy. How young most of the boys really were; it hurt to think about how many of them should have been worrying about girls and acne, not the fate of their homes. Why did it seem the cost of doing what was right was so often the blood of children?
Yet they were once again sacrificing themselves to save their homes. You'd shield them from it all if you could and let them grow up like normal kids, but it was too late for that. All you could do was be there when they needed it.
Like right now, Wind always had a hard time waking up after a nightmare. The terror always sapped his energy from him and left him exhausted for days afterward, even if he tried to pretend that it didn't affect him. So it's with your fingers softly running through his hair and gentle humming that you bring him to wakefulness. "Come on, sleepyhead, it's time to wake up." You smiled as you watched him roll away from you.
"Don't wanna," he mumbled sleepily, obviously still half in the land of dreams.
"Okay, then I guess we'll just have to give Rancher your breakfast. Like most kids his age, Wind was food driven, and that was proven by the way he launched up out of bed. You couldn't even try to suppress your laughter.
"You are the best little brother anyone could ask for," You told him as you ruffled his hair.
"I'm not a kid," Wind Declared as he glared at you while fixing his hair.
"Never said you were; now come on, let's go see what the wild child's made for breakfast before someone really does eat it for us." If you didn't know any better, you'd almost say you heard First chuckle, but you doubted that. After all, he made Legend seem like an open book.
Still, it was a nice laugh, warm but understated, like the hint of cinnamon your mother used to put into her tea.
Damn, you still missed her, but it was an old ache. She'd died when you were still little, yet her memory still caught you off guard sometimes. It was a pain most of the group shared; after all, you were just a bunch of unlucky orphans.
*-*-*
Wind had been glued to your side all morning; even after breakfast, he'd insisted on keeping you within eyesight. It made you wonder about what he'd dreamed of last night. Whatever it'd been had to be bad, but you left it alone. You all had parts of your stories you didn't want to talk about, and you'd never push them to talk about something you wouldn't talk about yourself.
You weren't unfamiliar with long lonely nights under the stars or days running on nothing but sheer willpower, nor the way they could leave you feeling helpless with the weight of the world on your shoulders.
So as much as you wanted to pry into Wind's nightmares, you wouldn't. If he ever decided to share, you'd listen, but until then, you'd just comfort him as best you could.
*-*-*
First was worried about the little pirate; his nightmare had left the boy jumpy and on edge, like danger was just around to corner. While being vigilant was good, being hyper-vigilant would do nothing but leave you exhausted and unable to face a threat when one did appear.
Even knowing this, First's own experiences forced him to be on edge at even the slightest hint of trouble. It was all First could do to keep his hand away from his sword. It did calm his nerves a bit to see the young pirate sticking close to you; between your own skills and the boy's, First had no doubt that the two of you would be safe.
Still, by the time the group had stopped to make camp, he was glad it wasn't his night on watch rotation. Even if he doubted he'd actually get them, he'd at least have a chance at a few extra hours of sleep. Most of them suffered from nightmares of some sort, and First had his own share of demons that chased him in his sleep.
Even so, he wasn't happy that you and Wind would lose more sleep tonight, but that was what it was. Neither you nor the boy would stand for being treated differently than everyone else, and First could understand that. You and Wind had both earned your scars, and come morning light, he had no doubt that the two of you would be safe and sound.
*-*-*
First was surprised when you sat by him for supper; he'd assumed you'd still be angry with him.
"Thanks for not saying anything about Wind." You said while watching the hero in question as he seemed to be regaling Four with a tale of his time at sea. Wind always seemed to speak with his hands as much as his words. It made First wonder if he could decipher the story all the way over here.
"I understand the boy's pride. And besides, you seemed to have the situation well in hand." Told you after taking a sip of his soup.
"I'm surprised to hear that from you." You teased First, who stared off into the distance before nodding to himself.
"I know you can handle yourself; it's just that you remind me of someone I lost a long time ago, and given who you're surrounded by, I'm sure you can understand what that's like." You didn't know how to respond to that.
Not only was it the most he'd spoken about his past, but he was also right; you did know how it almost felt like you could lose them all over again.
"What were they like?" You asked on impulse, and you almost kicked yourself for it. It was obvious that this was a sensitive topic you were prying into.
"Smart, kind, and beautiful." So this wasn't just someone he cared about; it'd been someone he loved. "But they were far too trusting. That's ultimately what got them killed in the end." Hearing First talk about them explained a lot about his behavior.
After all, wasn't that the same reason you were so protective of Wind because he was the closest in age to your Link before he died, and the thought of another hero dying that young made you sick to your stomach.
"I understand how hard that can be," You said while watching your favorite pirate as he waved his hands in a way that reminded you of storm waves.
"It must be hard for you to be here surrounded by reminders of your loss." First Said as you took a bite of your bread. You thought about how to best reply as you chewed.
"Not as much as you'd think; what really upsets me is how young most of them were when their journeys started." You admitted it wasn't something you'd voice to most of the chain, but it wasn't like First was known to be chatty.
"I can't say I'm a fan of children fighting what should have been adult battles either, but Hyila is neither kind or merciful." You were surprised by the anger in his voice. Sure, he'd been angry, but you'd never heard this level of rage from him before. It was enough to shock you into silence for the rest of the meal.
Notes: In which you teach a very sweet sailor the joys of snow.
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If there was one thing you learned after all those months of traveling with nine heroes, it was that mornings never came easily. There was always something to do or fight, and while you didn't mind the 'up-and-at-em' lifestyle, it was a rare treat to just lay in bed and do absolutely nothing for a good half hour. Like now, though you suspected it was partly because Time had managed to locate an inn just as the snowstorm you'd been wading through reached epic, snow-swept magnitudes.
You stretched languidly, mouth opening in a yawn larger than you'd have liked to admit, and proceeded to snuggle deeper into your cocoon. Every part of you was sore, and your only condolences was the knowledge that you weren't alone in that feeling.
"Good morning," Four commented from beside you. He was fully dressed, leaning against the headboard with a thick, leather-bound book in his lap. You blinked up at him, realized the magnitude of your bedhead, and huffed, running a hand through your hair in an attempt to regain some of your presentability.
"...How are you even awake right now? It's like... nine in the morning."
"Actually, Wind woke me," said the Smith, though you knew that was bullshit. He was just as capable of sleeping through the calamity that was the youngest hero as the rest of you. You rested your cheek on the pillow, turning onto your side to face him. Occasionally sharing a bed with the heroes had taken some getting used to, but they were beyond respectful, and you usually roomed with Wind, anyways. Four only joined when 'tragedy struck', as he explained whilst climbing over you and the Sailor at the buttcrack of dawn, and you hadn't the courage to request an elaboration.
The door creaked open and Four's expression morphed into a grin, which was the only warning you got before something slammed into your side and Wind's screech assaulted your eardrums. "Wake up! It's snowing!"
"Fu– It's been snowing for days, Wind," you coughed, having been pushed to lay on your stomach by the menace currently sitting atop the blankets, pinning your legs to the bed.
"And it's stopped storming," Four joined in, flipping a page in his book.
"And it's a little early to be a smartass," you grumbled, burying your face in the pillow. Both heroes chuckled, though Wind sounded more like a rusty plank than anything. You didn't judge; you had been his age once.
"C'mon, (Y/n)," Wind poked your shoulder, not to be deterred. "You're my only hope. Warriors is doing his eyeliner and Time refused to get up."
Of course they were. "Four's here," you tried, praying to whatever deity existed to grant you just ten more minutes in your cocoon.
A scoff. "Do you want me to get buried?"
You lifted your head high enough to level a flat look at the shortest hero. "My deepest apologies, Smithy. I hadn't noticed."
"Hilarious," Four deadpanned, looking just as exhausted as you felt, though it didn't stop him from reaching over to ruffle your hair, earning an outraged squawk.
"You little–!" You tried to sit up and swat him, but Wind's weight pulled you back down when the Sailor wrapped his arms around your neck, leaning into your back. Fuck, when had he gotten so heavy? "Sailor, get off–"
"Not until you show me how to make those snow gods!"
You paused, exasperation temporarily overridden. "Snow... what?"
Unlike Four, Wind was happy to elaborate. "The ones you were telling Wild about, remember? Where you lay down?"
Oh. OH. "Wind, do you mean 'snow angels'?"
Four perked up a the obvious opportunity to showcase his sass. "That's why he asked–"
"–One more word and you're over, Smithy," you warned playfully, to which Four raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, buddy, just let me get dressed and we'll go."
Wind cheered and rolled to the floor, practically sprinting out of the room. You chuckled at his excitement, sitting up with the comforter pooled around your hips, clothed in some legging you managed to scrounge up early in the journey. "So, what're you reading?"
"Something Warriors lent me," Four flipped the cover for you to see, and you weren't surprised when the words 'Complete Weaponry Compendium' met your gaze. Fitting, for a blacksmith. "He's got a few more in his pack; I just borrow them."
"Mm," you hummed, slipping out of bed and trudging to rife through your pack for a warmer tunic. Four took it as a sign to make himself scarce, calling out a kind goodbye before leaving, the door closing behind him with a thud. Now alone, you changed out of your sleep tunic, throwing on an embroidered number you'd scrounged from the market, followed by some thicker pants, the blue-green cloak Wind gifted you, and your trusty boots.
Despite the veritable mountains of snow from yesterday, the heavens were still spewing droves of snowflakes by the time you managed to drag yourself to the inn's front porch, face crinkled as you turned your disapproving gaze to the sky above. The cold nipped your nose, and you drew the cloak a bit tighter around yourself.
"(Y/n)!" You turned just in time to catch Sky's incoming approach. He was dressed normally, though you didn't fail to notice the thick red scarf looped tightly around his neck. "It's good to see you up."
"You're lucky, considering last night," you joked, bumping your shoulder against his. "Did you see those drifts? I thought we were going to have to dig a tunnel just to get to town!"
"I can't say I've seen anything like it," the Chosen hero agreed with a grin. "We're lucky we managed to find an inn."
"Tell me about it. Me, Wind, and Four were out in minutes."
The Skyloftian raised a brow. "Four? I thought only you and Wind were rooming."
"So did I, but he showed up around dawn saying 'tragedy struck' and Hylia knows I wouldn't make him sleep outside," you shrugged; it wasn't a bit deal, really, you just liked having something to bitch about. "But it's fine, I hardly noticed."
"Hm," Sky chose not to comment, turning his gaze to the snowy drifts just beyond the safety of the porch. "You wouldn't happen to be looking for Wind, would you?"
You perked up. "Actually, I am. Have you seen him?"
It was then that you noticed several sets of tracks curving behind one of the mountains of snow. It was also then that Sky's smile ticked up, gaining a mischievous lit that had you haphazardly questioning who's side the knight was truly on. "Sky, buddy, for everything holy, please don't tell me he went out with Legend and Wild," you pleaded, terror coursing through you at the thought of the boys lying in wait for you.
"Okay, I won't tell you."
You groaned, long and loud, and smacked the hero's shoulder. "You're terrible, the lot of you."
"I'm sure they'll scream as a warning," the Skyloftian bastard offered with a shit-eating grin that suggested he would be even less help than Hyrule in the kitchen.
"I hate it here."
"I'll be sure to tell Time while you're getting buried."
"Time can suck it," you hissed, though not before making sure the old man wasn't within earshot. You'd learned early on that the bastard had the ears of a bat when it came to any form of ill-wishing, and it was far too early to square up with his patented dad gaze. "And so can you. Actually, here's a present," you reached down, grabbed a handful of snow, and chucked it at him before the cold could seep into your bare flesh. Sky dodged magnificently, leaving your gift to splat against the outer wall of the inn, and you scowled at the sound of his hearty laughter.
"Do you want that delivered physically or spiritually?" The Chosen Hero chortled, and you did the only mature thing available: flip a certain appendage in his direction, turn on your heel, and march into the wilderness.
Frigid wind whipped against your face as you padded forward, following the footsteps with bated apprehension broiling in your gut. Not that you believed any real harm would come to you, but you had gotten up for this shit, and you'd be damned if you'd let the little assholes pelt you with iceballs because, really, there was no way they were going to do this half-assed.
"Wind?" You called, tugging your cloak a bit tighter around yourself. You passed the drift, and the footsteps stretched in another bend around a different pseudo-mountain. Fucking hell, it was like he was trying to lead you on.
Until you heard a crunch, then a giggle, and something hard connected with the small of your back.
"Bullseye!" came Legend's tone, which you immediately recognized because of how damn annoying it was. You whirled around, gearing up to give the perpetrators the tongue-lashing of a lifetime, only for yet another snowball to smack against your chest. A gasp left you, and you scrambled to wipe the slush from your tunic before it could soak in.
"You motherf–!"
"Language, (Y/n), there's children present," Legend chortled, flanked by a grinning Wind and guffawing Wild. All of them had at least two snowballs on hand, and you regretted not staying in bed. Four never would have disrespected you like this. You leveled your best glare at the trio, but they only laughed harder. Jerks. And, just when you thought it couldn't get worse, it did. "Does that tunic come in womens?"
Don't say it, don't say it–
"I think you come in enough women for all of us," you blurted, far too done with their bullshit to bother censoring what was frankly a magnificent comeback. Legend sputtered, ears reddening as his face morphed in a rare expression of shock.
"I–!"
"Stuff it, gay boy," you waved a hand, cutting off the hero's impassioned rant before turning to Wind. "Hey, you little traitor, ready to make snow angels?"
Wind nodded and threw his snowballs to the ground, happily bounding over with a blinding grin. "Mhm!"
You chuckled, leaving the other two in the snow as you guided the youngest hero to a quieter area, placing your hands on your hips. "Do you remember what to do first?"
"Lay down?" Wind tried hopefully, and you ruffled his hair.
"Right on, bud," you took the opportunity to plop down on the undisturbed snow, letting your cape fan across the still ground.
The Sailor followed your lead, and the two of you were laughing within minutes, entirely consumed in the artful flailing required for such a task. Wild and Legend–after recovering from your grievous burn–joined shortly after, as did Sky, though you suspected it was only an excuse to catch a few Z's when no one could scold him.
"I'm making another one!" Wind proclaimed, standing up with the utmost caution, careful not to disturb the perfect indent his third try had yielded. You encouraged him with a thumbs up, having not moved from your original angel, and Wild chuckled heartily from his spot to the right of you. As the reigning trendsetter of the group (Warriors wept, you were sure), the Champion had elected to create his angel face first, bits of snow caked in his long hair. There was an outraged gasp. "Wild! What are you doing?!"
"Participating, duh," was Wild's response, and you tastefully took a page from Sky's book: closing your eyes and pretending that your life was still completely, totally normal. "You alive, (Y/n)?"
"Nope," you chirped, cracking an eye open when a shadow loomed over you. It was Wind, wearing a grin large enough to block out the sun. "Sorry, bud, my heart just couldn't handle it."
"The snow or our combined awesomeness?" the Champion asked cheekily, lifting his head just enough to shoot a wink your way. "That's a trick question; it's obviously both, right, Legend?"
"Go fuck yourself," grumbled the Veteran from somewhere behind you. He too was facedown, but you supposed it was more for a general loss of will to deal with these hooligans rather than a desire to stand out in the most obnoxious way possible.
Wild's expression turned devious. "Yeah, because I don't just come in w–"
"Don't you dare finish that," you interrupted in a desperate attempt to spare Wind's innocence. The Sailor was still staring at you, but he was a child, and children looked at stuff all the time, so you resolved not to take it personally. "There are young, impressionable children here–"
"Actually, I think Wild's been corrupted enough-- hey!" Legend squawked when you reached over your head, blindly grabbing his hair and (gently) shoving his face further into the snow. You released him, and the sounds of sputtering could be heard. "Ugh! You'll pay for that, you little brat."
"Whatever," you snorted, sitting up to throw the pink-haired hero a glance over your shoulder, though it quickly flicked to Sky, who hadn't moved in at least five minutes. "Besides, Sky will save me."
"Hm?" Sky's head popped up and he regarded you with tired eyes. "I don't know," his gaze moved to Legend. "Can you do it before Time gets here?"
You were aghast. "Really, Sky? After all we've been through?"
"I'm just kidding," the Chosen Hero chuckled, just as Wind chimed, brandishing a snowball: "I'll protect you, (Y/n)! En Grande, Legend!"
"It's 'en garde', you literal child–" the Hero of Legend hissed. You scooted closer and slapped a hand over his mouth, earning an outraged growl.
"Shh, shh, let him have this," you interrupted. Legend yanked your hand down by the wrist, but it was enough time for Wind to reel his arm back threateningly. Undeterred, you grinned. "See, look how rewarding this experience is?"
"Oh no, it's the mom voice," Wind teased, and you swatted a handful of snow at him. "Hey–! I didn't say you were a mom!"
There was a crunch of snow and a new voice joined the fray. "Who's a mom?"
"Me, duh," you informed Twilight, who looked like he had only just crawled out of bed, which was funny for a guy who usually rose at the asscrack of dawn on his own. "Sleep well, Rancher?"
"Like a' horse. Now, someone wanna tell me why y'all are sprawled out like a bunch'ah kids?"
"We're making snow angels!" Wind explained proudly. "But (Y/n) died, so we're planning a funeral."
They were? You were not informed.
"Is tha' so?" Twilight's glance in your direction was curious, but you just shrugged.
"My heart couldn't take the snow or their combined awesomeness. Allegedly, of course."
"...Good fer ya?"
"Yes, Twilight, this is very good for me–"
"Ugh, can you two stop flirting?" Legend cut in like the bitch he was, and you shared a glance with the Rancher, who shrugged his shoulders. Wild snickered, but you ignored him for your own mental wellbeing.
Wind cleared his throat, clearly disinterested with whatever the fuck was happening. "Wanna make angels with us because Legend's salty?"
Twilight's grin returned. "Ah'd love nothin' more, Sailor."
Within minutes, the sound of pealing laughter echoed through the crisp winter air, and you realized– with an exhausted Wind pressed to your side, no less–that, even though mornings were tough, there was always joy to be found when you were with your boys.
The plot got away from me on this one, but I'm still very proud of it! Get ready for some Nailed It! worthy fails with Hyrule next!
You’d been walking for miles and miles, for hours on end, and you were starting to grow very weary because of it. There wasn’t a town in sight and the champion’s sheikah slate was doing nothing to help—seeing as this wasn’t his Hyrule. You’d all been trying to make your way to higher ground to get a good vantage point on the lay of the land, but it felt like if you took another ten steps, your legs would give out. Your pulse was higher than it usually was, and your chest burned from the heavy breathing.
“Yap city…” the veteran mumbled just low enough for you to not hear. The traveler, however, did hear and that earned the veteran an elbow to the side.
“Be nice. She’s struggling. Not everyone is as in shape as we are, we’ve spent our whole lives adventuring. It’s clear she hasn’t.” He whispered, sounding frustrated with the veteran and his untrusting jabs towards you.
The vet took a deep breath and sighed. Despite being deeply wary of you, he made his way over to walk beside you. “You good?”
You looked over, still huffing and puffing. You nodded, not trusting your lungs to push any more air out than necessary.
“You don’t seem it. Need a break?” He asked, even if he wanted to keep moving. As much as he didn’t trust you, the others wanted to help you and that more than outweighed his opinion.
You looked at Him for a few seconds before nodding and stopping. He called the others to a halt and you leaned against a tree, sinking down. The rancher brought you a canteen of water, which you graciously took and leaned your head against the tree after drinking some. You took a deep sigh and tried to regulate your breathing again.
“Boy, you really aren’t from here, are you?” The sailor looked at you with his head cocked to the side. You shook your head and huffed a tired laugh.
“That’s becoming far more apparent as the day goes on, isn’t it?” You joked dryly.
“Sure is… take your time though! We can wait.” The sailor sat beside you. You smiled softly, feeling a little less like a burden. If anything, this meant they could rest as well.
“The sailor’s right, we have time. There’s enough daylight left, and the rancher said his wolf found a town in the direction we’re traveling, so it shouldn’t be too long before we find it.” The old man said, bringing you even more peace. That peace left when you looked around at them and saw how annoyed the veteran looked. You quickly looked away.
The Vet, however, looked over at you when you averted your gaze. He sighed, giving you the ghost of a sympathetic look. As much as he didn’t trust you, he knew he couldn’t find it in himself to be rude to you—not directly, anyway. He watched the traveler walk up to you and kneel beside you, asking if you were alright or needed anything. He asked if you were hurt, and the Veteran felt just a twinge of jealousy. The traveler was like a little brother to him—they were best friends. Seeing him be so attentive to you sent a pain right through him. He looked away, crossing his arms.
“Are you sure you’re alright? I can heal you if you need…” the traveler smiled nervously.
“Absolutely, honey. I’m fine…” you smiled softly, placing your hands on his. He flushed red and nodded.
“Alright, as long as you think so…”
After a few more minutes of rest, you stood and assured the chain you’d be fine to continue. You all walked for another hour or so and entered town the town. It was a beautiful little tow, with lanterns hung up everywhere that lit the path as the sun set.
The chain split up, some going to speak to the townsfolk, and others going to buy resources. You went with the old man, the captain, the rancher and the traveler to check into the inn. There were enough rooms, but you’d have to bunk with someone. You weren’t sure who’d that be, but honestly, you weren’t too concerned with it at the moment. You quickly went up the stairs, your body growing heavier with each step. You entered one of the empty rooms and collapsed on the bed, kicking your shoes off as you slowly drifted to sleep. A little while later, you heard the door open and shut again, and heard someone light the lantern in the room..
“I want auroras and sad Prose, I want to watch wisteria grow…”
Here’s my master list! I got help from the lovely @beyondtheglowingstars with setting it up. I figured out how to do the links so I think I’ll be able to update it👍 here we go!
The Chain⛓️💥
Chain with free cuddles reader:
pt1(time, sky, twilight)
pt2(legend, four, hyrule)
pt3(wild, wars)
Sick reader + ambush pt1, pt2 (healing)
Chain with a weighted blanket
Reader and a snake
Chain + just dance
Chain as funny texts: pt. 1, pt2, pt3, pt 4
General headcanons
How they laugh
Chain x monster! Reader
Repeat(four and legend centric/slice of life)
Sick(negatively)
Chain being down bad
Four🍀
Lightning
Four with an s/o who helps with his hair
Four with a clumsy s/o (hurt/comfort, major angst)
