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).
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-
۶ৎ ☁️Synopsis: Although allergic, fairies seem to love you
°˖➴ Warning: none
Zelda’s dragon was currently moving through the sky not too far from where the two of you were currently sleeping at for the night. Link was currently sat at the fire, sat on the soft dirt thinking about ways to complete the next temple. He poked the fire with a stick, his eyes slowly drifting to his glowing arm, Rauru’s arm, the one he had lost only a few weeks ago. Things would be much harder if it weren’t for you, you’d been continuously helpful and supportive. Although, with his quietness, it was hard to express his appreciation.
The night carried on, you across the other side of the fire, sat against a tree falling asleep. Your legs were slightly parted, knees together, arms limp beside you. You breathed quietly. He glanced up at you, admiring the peaceful expression before looking back at his arm. After a few minutes a faint glow caught his attention, he picked his get up and looked forward at you.
Fairies.. slowly floating down and settling over your knees, arms, thighs and some on your head. He’d never seen them do that before.. was there a reason? They fluttered around you, some settled on your boots. One slowly flapped over your face, the faint glow in your eyes made you weakly crack them open. The fairy sat on your nose, you looked at it hazily before taking in a deep breath. The strong urge to sneeze because overwhelming. The sneeze came out hard, you felt your body lift off the ground slightly with the force. “Aughh.. sniff” your tired eyes watched as the fairies scattered from your body.
Link couldn’t help but be fascinated. After all he had to stay completely still to get one, meanwhile they flocked to you willingly. The fairies slowly floated back onto you, going right back to where they were. He heard your tired voice, a tiny okay, just accepting the fact they weren’t going to leave. He made a tiny smile. It was a nice sight, and not because you looked like a highlighter. You eventually fell asleep again, sniffling every now and then. He wondered if you were allergic. Although that thought was cut short when he looked up and saw more fairies in the tree above you. Christmas came early. He collected a lot of fairies that night, beneficial for the road ahead. Plus he got more time to watch you rest peacefully.
That next day, while walking around a particularly murky and foggy forest, the fairies seemed to just follow you around. Of course they’d dispersed when he got too close but, even the great fairy he had visited was surprised to see the school bus of fairies you were hauling. He had a sympathetic smile every time you sneezed, your eyes were slightly irritated and your nose has been running all day. He eventually shoo’d them off, but one day he knows they’ll come back.
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.
Dink: [Name], looks like you've been left behind by your so-called friends, huh?
[Name]: Oh, no, I'm certain they're doing their best to find me.
Dink: Well, it must be so upsetting to know how weak and helpless they think you are.
[Name]: Not at all. I am weak and helpless and I appreciate their understanding.
Dink: Yes, well- surely it burns you up- I mean- that they're always pointing out your flaws, right?
[Name]: Not really. In fact, I think I'm awfully lucky to have friends who want me to be the best I can be.
Dink: *picks [Name] up and throws them into another portal* Oh for goodness sake! You've been kind for far too long, my dear! Time to be cruel! ARRIVEDERCI!
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — the five times twilight thought you knew he was wolfie, and the one time he confirmed it (kinda) (2.8k)
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — twilight x fem!reader
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 — fluff, humor, slight romance, you're a lil shit, wild's a lil shit
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — meant to post last week. procrastinated yet again. guilty of editing after posting
“Something on your mind, pup?” Time asked him.
Twilight looked to be deep in thought as he stared into the fire. Fists clasped in front of his face, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes occasionally flickering to your form on the other side of camp. He stewed on his thoughts a bit more before quietly replying. “I’m sure she knows ‘bout Wolfie.”
“Oh?” Time raised an eyebrow and briefly looked at you. “And what makes you say that?”
“... she been teasin’ me,” he huffed, unclasping his hands and relaxing his stiff posture. “Dropin’ hints every now an' then, but never says nothin’ else ‘bout anythin’.”
Time let out a quiet chuckle. “Well if she knows and she’s just teasing you about it, then I doubt there's any need to worry.”
He huffed through his nose. “Yeah, but I still wanna know if she knows.”
His ancestor only continued to chuckle at his distress, so he let his mind wander to all the times where it seemed like you just had to know.
Six weeks ago
After finding themselves in Wild’s Hyrule, the group had decided to rest for a few days and take advantage of their close proximity to Goron City. The hot springs called to their aching muscles, and they weren't about to miss a chance to replenish their supplies as well. Not having much to stock up on himself, Twilight had decided to relax as Wolfie with the others.
They were currently lounging in the common area of the inn, but you were about to make your way to the springs, packing up the last of your essentials.
“Can I come too?” Wind asked with a bright smile. “I want to see the springs! I won’t splash, promise!”
“No thank you,” you replied instantly. “You can go with the others somewhere else.”
He immediately pouted. “Why not? I’m good company, you might get lonely.”
Warriors smacked him upside the head. “Trying to spy on the lady, are you?”
It took a second to get through, but Wind blushed furiously when he caught on. He stammered out a response.
“N-no! I, I didn’t mean to–I just–I'm sorry!” He threw himself on the ground, covering his face.
You snickered at him and bent down to pat his head, comforting the poor boy.
“There there, sailor. You are good company, but not for a bath in the ladies area,” you said with a big smile. “I’ll take Wolfie as my company.”
Wolfie’s ears shot up, his head following a second later.
What?
It was now Wild’s turn to snicker. “Wolfie's great company. He can even keep watch for any unwelcome guests.”
Wolfie glared at him.
“Exactly!” you agreed.
What?
“Come on Wolfie,” you said as you slung your bag across your shoulder.
He made no effort to move from his spot on the ground and you pouted at his lack of movement. Wild nudged his butt with his foot, making him let out a deep growl at the Champion.
“You usually like hanging out with me though,” you said. “Do you not want to this time?”
“He’s just a bit shy about hanging out with the ladies he thinks are pretty,” Wild said with a wicked grin. “Go keep her company Wolfie, she might need it.”
And with that, Wild gave him a kick to his furry behind. Wolfie yelped at the action and swivelled around to his attacker, growling menacingly and snapping his jaws at him. Wild remained unfazed, his grin not faltering in the slightest.
“That’s not very nice!” you exclaimed.
“If he doesn’t want to go, I’ll go!” Wind piped back up. “I’ll stay on the other side of the spring and not look. Pinky promise!”
Wolfie turned his growl on to the Sailor, and Warriors smacked him upside the head again. Slowly and begrudgingly, Wolfie walked to the inn entrance.
“Yay!” you beamed, and Wild’s snicker transformed into a full-on laugh.
You hurried to your companion, giving him a good scratch behind the ears the way you knew he liked it.
Wolfie did not like this one bit. If, and when, the others ever discovered his secret, he didn't know if he'd be able to endure the torture that would inevitably follow. Maybe he should have been honest from the start. It would have saved him a lot of trouble.
The spring you chose ended up being around a 20 minute walk from the inn, and he had to admit that the seclusion was nice. He sniffed around the area a bit to make sure that there were, in fact, no unwelcome guests before settling down.
You scratched his head once more and plopped your belongings at the edge of the water.
“No peeking, Wolfie,” you called to him.
He huffed loudly in response. As if he would ever (but it would be so easy to just turn. He could turn back before you even noticed. No, he was a gentleman. He would never. Would he?).
“Both Time and I will be very disappointed if you do.”
The tail he had been slowly flicking back and forth froze.
What?
Why did you mention the Old Man? There was no way. There was no way you knew. You wouldn’t reveal it this way, would you? No, you didn’t know. So why did you mention him? It’s just because he was their leader, right? No other reason. He needed to calm down. Calm down, Twilight. But everyone knew he looked up to the Old Man. His face of disappointment was the Ranchhand's well-known fear.
He was overthinking things. Definitely. That had to be it.
Four weeks ago
You nudged your shoulder against him gently. “Something troubling you?”
Yeah, you're troubling me.
“Nothin’ important,” he replied.
They had stopped for their midday break, and he had made a conscious effort to sit against a tree far away from Wild. His mentee had spent the day prodding him about any ‘potential feelings’ he might have for anyone. And after a very, very, undeniably, definitely, brief bout of stuttering, he had vehemently denied everything and anything, and now was left a little huffed and puffed. If there was anything going on, he certainly wasn’t going to talk about it now.
“... you sure?” you asked. “Wild seemed like he was enjoying your time a little too much.”
He inwardly prayed you hadn’t heard or picked up on anything.
“Yeah, ’m sure. Don’tcha worry your lil' head over it,” he said, playfully messing with your hair.
You whined in protest, shoving his hand away.
“Hey! Has he finally driven you crazy? Is that it?” You looked at him accusingly while holding the wrist of the offending hand above the two of you. “‘Cause only crazy people mess with my hair.”
“Maybe,” he said with a wolfish grin, his other hand shooting out to continue the assault.
You shrieked this time and found yourself resorting to full on tackling him to the ground to stop it. They all knew you could be quite ruthless when it came to brawling, and they knew you weren’t afraid to play dirty.
“You have gone crazy!” you accused. “Insane! Mad! Barking mad!”
Twilight wouldn’t have thought much of that statement if, one, it came from someone else, and two, you hadn’t said it with a glint in your eyes and a shit-eating grin on your face. He froze for a moment. A moment too long, and it was all you needed. You took the chance to bite his arm, hard.
“Ow!” he yelped, wrenching his arm from your grasp and shoving you off. “Me? Barking mad? You just bit me!”
“Proof?” you inquired with a smirk.
He wildly gestured to the bite mark on his arm.
“I don’t see anything.”
“Why you–”
Three weeks ago
Despite the creeping paranoia that you knew his secret, Twilight couldn’t stop himself from spending time with you in his wolf form. It was a guilty pleasure and the reason he found himself laying across your lap. It was a way to be close to you that he couldn’t do as a human.
You were sitting away from the others for a change, journaling under the shade of some trees not too far from the stable they had come across. With how he was positioned, you had set your journal on his back where you were writing. You treated him to the occasional pet for letting him be your table.
He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the feel of your hands tangled in his fur. Goddesses, he wished you knew his secret. Would you still allow him to be with you like this? Would you keep your distance? Or would you treat him as affectionately in his human form as his wolf one? Oh how he hoped for the latter, imagining your hands running through his human hair instead of his fur.
At some point he became mildly aware that you had set your journal aside and a hand had traveled closer to his head. It was tracing patterns on him that were quite soothing, and he almost found himself falling asleep.
Until he recognized the pattern.
You were tracing his forehead pattern.
Every ounce of relaxation he felt evaporated into thin air and his mind went blank. He never thought the others could really see the mark on him, because otherwise the connection between him and Wolfie would be way too obvious. And he’d like to believe his sword brothers weren’t that stupid. Wild had only mentioned it being slightly visible on his fur, only really there if you actively sought it out.
Goddesses above, those markings were obvious on his Hylian form. There was absolutely no way, no way you didn’t know. Should he turn to look at you? Were you looking at him right now? Of course you were, how else would you be tracing the pattern. If he turned, would that let you know that he knew that you knew? Maybe he should just continue laying still. Yes, just don’t turn and he can avoid the problem all together.
He turned. You were looking right at him.
But it wasn’t too bad. You seemed distant, as if looking at him absentmindedly. Not intense like he imagined, with teasing eyes boring into his own with a hidden taunt. And when you finally met his gaze, your eyes were gentle and soft as if you didn’t expect anything else from this moment.
And despite the nerves in his stomach, Twilight found that he was alright with this. In this moment, he was content with everything.
Four days ago
Tonight the rancher had chosen to stay in his wolf form during dinner. There had been some monsters nearby that had already been handled, and a thorough scout had ensured that the vicinity was in the clear. But it didn’t hurt to remain alert, hence his preference for the form with heightened senses.
But that didn’t make him any less hungry, and the smell of Wild’s cooking was tempting him to ditch his self-assigned job. For now he had to settle for sitting next to his travel buddies, watching them eat the delicious food, and waiting to eat the portion that Wild had saved for when he 'returned.' That was until you plopped down next to him.
“Here you go, Wolfie,” you said.
In your hands was a mushroom skewer that Wild had seasoned and roasted to perfection, per usual. It was one of the more simple meals they occasionally ate that he thoroughly enjoyed.
But wolves were carnivores, you should be giving him meat. So why in Ordona were you offering him, Wolfie, a mushroom? He didn’t like the answer in his head.
“I thought this would be good since you’re not the biggest fan of meat,” you said in a hushed tone.
How did you know he didn’t like meat?
Carefully, you removed one of the mushrooms from the skewer and held it in front of him. Twilight held your gaze for a good few seconds before gently taking it from your hand.
His thoughts had stopped. He was no longer thinking. And honestly, he didn’t feel like thinking anymore.
Twilight ate the mushroom.
“Good boy.” You smiled softly and scratched his ear as he munched.
Twilight didn’t want to look, but he was willing to bet at least 500 rupees that Wild had his eyes trained on him yet again, and that the snicker he was hearing was coming from him too. The rancher decided to ignore the question of whether or not Wild suspected you knew too.
You held another mushroom in front of him.
He ate the mushroom.
A few hours ago
You were an affectionate person, always showing it while respecting everyone’s boundaries. You kissed Wind’s forehead, ruffled Hyrule’s hair, and wrapped Four up in many hugs. Sometimes you even managed to give Legend a hug, but he always pretended to grumble about it like the ungrateful brat he was. Wolfie was no exception to your affections, but this was definitely a first for him.
Kisses. So many kisses. You were peppering his face with an absurd amount of kisses.
Thank all that was holy that they were currently situated away from the others, because he didn’t think he would ever recover from this. You had wrapped your arms around him in a way that made it difficult to get away, so he opted to move his head around in a playful manner hoping you wouldn’t would take the hint.
“Do you not want kisses?” you asked with a pout.
He responded by ducking his head underneath your arms, successfully wriggling out of your grasp. Twilight took a few steps back before shaking himself vigorously. When he looked at you again, you were still pouting at him.
Resist temptation, Twilight.
He barked at you and turned to where he could hear the others making camp.
“Fine,” you relented. “But one more kiss and then we can go?”
No.
He barked at you again, once again motioning his head in the same direction. Twilight is vaguely aware that it did nothing to answer your question.
But that didn't matter, because you managed to grab him one last time in what was definitely one of the tightest (yet still friendly) embraces he had ever felt. And with that, you plant the biggest kiss on his snout. Honestly, smooch was probably the better term for whatever that was.
“Mwah!” you said with a face splitting grin.
What the–
“Ok, let’s head back now.”
He didn't feel like thinking anymore. He just followed you back to camp as you leisurely walked, humming a tune he couldn't recognize. It was only when they were nearing the others that you spoke again.
“Let’s keep the kisses our little secret, yeah? The others might get jealous,” you said, shooting him a mischievous smile.
He hadn't decided to start thinking again, so he just huffed in response.
Present
This now brought Twilight back to the present, but more specifically to a few moments ago. Warriors and Legend were still looking at him with smirks from what had happened, and the Old Man had been no better about it given how he just confessed that you possibly knew his secret.
He didn’t know what you and the others had been discussing on the other side of camp, but all he knew was that next thing, you were standing right in front of him, bent to eye level with another no-good smile on your face once more.
“Whatcha doin’ darlin’?” he asked.
Your grin grew. “Teaching the others a lesson.”
“That don't sound good." He quirked an eyebrow. “An' why am I involved?”
“For this!”
His breath hitched and everything slowed to a standstill as you leaned in, planting another kiss smooch on the tip of his nose.
“That ought to make the others jealous,” you said almost proudly before whispering the next part. “But I guess it’s not a secret now. Sorry about that.”
You eyed him knowingly with that same stupid grin before walking back to the others, some of whose jaws were on the floor. He couldn’t judge though, because he was sure he was no better. Twilight leaned backwards on the log he was sitting on and eventually decided to just fall flat on his back as his hands came up to hide his face.
Youknewyouknewyouknewyouknewyouknew
“Well, that was something,” the Old Man said.
“Shut it.”
Youknewyouknewyouknewyouknewyou–
You just kissed him in front of everyone. Everyone.
I’ve seen a couple times of an au where you’re the guide for the Chain, but they don’t remember you at first until you do or say something that triggers their memory of you.
Little imagine for whichever of the Chain of your choosing when they’ve freshly remembered you: You get dragged by him, then he wraps you up in a tight hug and nuzzles his head against yours. He then says, “Y/N! I’m so happy to see you again! I was getting worried that I’d never see you again.” His voice hitches, “I missed you so much-!” He then bursts into tears onto your shoulder. You gently shush him and tell him it’s okay while rubbing and patting his back. For the few days, he’s super clingy and very protective of you.
