#player!reader

[tgebunnyboy]

Dirty cash, I want you.

!! Warning includes mentions of drugs, smoking, drinking, partying, hooking up. Reader is a player party animal who uses their status to feed their friends addiction and to keep the police quiet, reader is likely underage. 365 could also work, might make it the title if i actually write the story. Was listening to 'A little bit harder now' while writing. !!

Reader couldn't care less about their family ignoring them. They had the attention of everyone else, they are a hot, rich party animal who always seemed to have someone holding onto them. What else could they want? Bruce doesn't care about them enough to even yell about them spending his money. They are invited to all the parties, getting to drink with friends and make out with strangers. Swaying with the crowds of bodies as loud music blasts from some shitty speaker. Handing out with all the wrong crowds, drinking and smoking and so much more fun! Always smelling of smoke and alcohol whenever they get home if they don't just go sleep with someone for a bed. Reader probably being a little too friendly with Gotham's dealers, they probably love them since they are probably buying in bulk for all the parties they are always at. Reader who hands the police officers some cash when they show up for the noise complaint to get them to leave. Reader who doesn't care to hide their habits from their family because their family doesn't pay attention to them anyway. Reader eats out at shitty restaurants while high with their friends. Said shitty restaurant staff who'd hate to see them coming if they didn't tip so well because they probably have a party following them because they like to party hop. Reader who is probably out partying more than staying home. Who despite only being at school sometimes still has amazing grade, Rumors are saying they are either paying their teachers or screwing them. Reader who when you search their name you're more likely to see photos of them making out with strangers at their partys instead of paparazzi or gala photos. Reader who lives up to Bruce's playboy persona in many ways that should be concerning to a normal parent. Reader who probably sleeps around, maybe even targeting their family's friends and business partners to sleep with. A reader described as a Concubus (incubus/succubus) by many and probably has tapes to prove it.

[gatorbites-imagines]

W. D. Gaster x Player male reader 

Ficlet 

Ive had this idea for a while, that the Player, aka the soul we control, gaining some kind of body or upper sentience, if that makes sense? Aka, both of them are kinda shapeless but not really. 

This takes place some place between Undertale and Deltarune, smth like the void we see at the start of chapter 1 of Deltarune. I saw somebody have a theory that its Gaster telling us to create a vessel, so ill go with that. 

Ive been a Gaster dickrider for years, but this is the first time actually writing him. Ive only wrote some sans and papyrus x reader stuff, somewhere. Its deleted now. 

I was feeling a little goofy, so yes, there's wingdings in this. I added translations, of course. 

It was hard to explain, the world between worlds, of existing but not really, to be everywhere and nowhere at once. You were simply too determined to die, even after everything was said and done, and Frisk and the monsters of the underground joined the surface and got to live their lives to the fullest. 

You knew you couldnt stay. Your continued existence in this world would keep the loop going. The only way to let them all be at peace was to leave. At that time you had only just been a soul. 

A powerful, glowing, bright red soul, pouring determination so thick that reality was fraying at the edges at times. But as you floated between worlds, your determination only seemed to brew, and with you, you grew. 

During these explorations you met Gaster, or perhaps parts of him, different parts and pieces of one man split across time and space. He was strange, really strange, but endearing.  

Being the only two beings stuck beyond time and reality itself did cause you two to get closer, and Gaster had been so intrigued when your heart-shape started changing. 

Gaster, being the scientist he was, only mumbled out a slurred and blurred “☞︎♋︎⬧︎♍︎♓︎■︎♋︎⧫︎♓︎■︎♑︎” (Fascinating), as he cradled your glowing form in his melted, glitching, solid, liquid, there but not, hands. They were boney, with large circular holes in them. Big enough for you to float through. 

Until your shape changed enough. First it was tendrils, like a droplet of coloring in water, how it spreads and dilutes. At first you two both feared you were ceasing to exist completely, that was before the tendrils solidified and started taking another form. 

The knowledge you had of humans, as you were sure you might have been one once, let you know your new form looked like a nervous system. It would have creeped you out, had you still possessed that ability. 

It didnt help that Gaster seemed to become more solid than you had ever seen him, the dark pits that were his eyes, flickering with small lights like weak candles.  

“☟︎□︎⬥︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ ⬥︎□︎■︎♎︎♏︎❒︎♐︎◆︎●︎📬︎ ✋︎ ♒︎♋︎❖︎♏︎ ■︎♏︎❖︎♏︎❒︎ ⬧︎♏︎♏︎■︎ ♋︎■︎⍓︎⧫︎♒︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ●︎♓︎🙵♏︎ ♓︎⧫︎” (How wonderful. I have never seen anything like it), he buzzed, his voice there, but also not, fading in and out like a phone call with bad reception. 

You almost felt embarrassed as the many tendrils that made up your being wound around his hands and arms, or what existed of them in this very plane of existence. Had Gasters own form not turned goopy and runny, like you knew it did when he was flustered. 

There was no sense of time where you two found yourself. This meant you got to grow and develop as much as you pleased, your being taking a form that fit you the best. Much to your and Gasters shared interest, that form was like that of a knight. 

Large and terrifying to enemies, but comforting to those who needed protection. It even had a long flowing panaches on your “helmet” (think Igris from Solo Leveling). The armor wasn't truly armor, it was... you. It was hard to explain, and made reality start bleeding together if you thought too hard, so you didn't. 

At least Gaster was downright tickled pink at your preferred form turning out to be a glowing red knight. His connection to... well... everything was more vast than you, and you had a feeling he was giggling about some inside joke. 

Especially in the way he would always cover his mouth and turn into shimmering waves of stars and space when he called you his “😐︎■︎♓︎♑︎♒︎⧫︎” (Knight). It felt like something you should know but... you just didn't. 

Having a physical body was great, as it allowed you to hold the pieces of Gaster that could exist on your plane. It was especially great when you guys realized your determination was so powerful it made him more solid. 

You guys couldn't really kiss like most couples. Your face was a helmet, and his was stuck in a helmet grimace, when he could actually create a solid enough head to begin with. 

It was a good thing you two didn't need that, as you two got away with simply coiling your beings together, like two snakes going at it, but with a lot more tendrils, slipping in and out of being. 

You were still so confused when Gaster was cuddled up against your armored chest, one of his many hands drawing shapes on the chest plate. Giggling about his “😐︎■︎♓︎♑︎♒︎⧫︎” (Knight).  

Especially when Gasters raspy melting voice giggled out a “🏱︎♏︎❒︎♒︎♋︎◻︎⬧︎ ♏︎❖︎♏︎■︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ ♋︎ ☼︎□︎♋︎❒︎♓︎■︎♑︎ 😐︎■︎♓︎♑︎♒︎⧫︎” (Perhaps even... a Roaring Knight), before he started giggling again, his edges blurring together as his hands slipping through you like smoke. 

Gaster never made much sense, but you guessed the same could be said about you. So, when Gaster one day appears, only through his voice this time, and asks you to create a vessel, you go along with it. 

There is a pull in your SOUL, or at least part of you, that needs to go somewhere, and you know Gaster is leading you. 

Even as the vessel is discarded, you just huff a chuckle to yourself and let a small piece of yourself go, following along with whatever adventure Gaster seems to need you on. 

The large part that remains with Gaster in the in-between, does shivering as his ghostly affection brushes over that tiny heart shaped piece before its sent on its way. What a nerd... but he's your nerd... 

[angel06babysworld]

Squid Games AU

guard!rafe x player!reader

Lucky Number Seven

She was sitting at the edge of the subway platform, head low, bag clutched to her side like it still had something worth protecting. Another rejection letter sat unread on her phone. Another overdraft. Another week without rent.

People passed by in blurred silence.

Until someone stopped in front of her.

“Excuse me.”

She looked up.

The man in the suit was clean-cut, smiling, briefcase in hand. His eyes were kind in a way that felt practiced.

“You seem like someone who could use a second chance.”

She didn’t answer.

He opened the case and pulled out two colored tiles.

“Would you like to play a game?” he asked. “If you win, I’ll pay you 100,000 won. If you lose, you owe me nothing.”

She stared at him.

Then at the red and blue squares.

“…What’s the catch?”

He smiled wider. “No catch. Just reflexes.”

She played.

She lost.

He slapped her across the face, hard and fast, before she even registered the sting. She recoiled, shocked—but when he held out the tile again, she took it.

She lost again.

Another slap.

By the time she won, her cheek was pulsing and her knuckles ached from how tight she was gripping the tile. He handed her a wad of crisp bills.

Then, quietly, he passed her a beige card.

“If you want to keep playing,” he said, “call the number. A car will pick you up. No questions. No risks. Just the opportunity to change your life.”

She didn’t call that night.

She waited two days.

Then dialed.

She woke up in the tracksuit.

Green. Zipped halfway. A small white patch over the left side of her chest read simply:

007

No mirrors. No windows. Just the cold air of the massive dormitory, filled with over 400 beds and strangers in matching clothes.

People whispered around her, confused and wary. Some were angry. Others panicked. She didn’t say much. Just watched. Learned.

Her bag was gone. So was her phone. Everything personal—stripped away.

And then the doors opened.

Six guards stepped in.

Bright red uniforms. Black mesh masks. Shapes on their faces—circles, triangles, squares. Perfectly straight posture. No voices.

But she felt it. One of them stared too long.

Not all of them moved like machines.

One—slightly taller, with broad shoulders and restless hands—paused just a second too long when passing her bunk. His rifle was slung low, not lazily but carelessly, like he didn’t need it to be threatening. Like he knew how to hurt without it.

Their eyes met for a breath. Her pulse jumped.

He looked away first.

The main platform lit up, and a distorted voice echoed from speakers above.

“Welcome, players. You have all been brought here because you are living on the brink—debt, failure, desperation.”

No one moved.

“You will be given a chance to change your life. To win a large sum of money. But this opportunity comes with rules. If you wish to participate, you will do so under strict observation. There will be six rounds. If you complete all six, you go home rich. If you fail…”

Silence.

The speaker buzzed.

“…You will be eliminated.”

A low hum filled the room.

The doors shut again.

And though none of the guards spoke, she could still feel his eyes through the black mesh.

Watching her.

Just her.

dividers: @/dollywons

tags: @amelialovesrafe @alyisdead @illumoria @blissfulbutterfliess @sydneysslove @sc04 @matthewswifeyy @meetmeintheemeraldpool @icversvoid @honeyinthesummer @dolli333 @lolabunnyworldss @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account @rafessbaby @rafesbabygirlx

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHOCKEY DRAMA * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Y/N is a hockey player of the Boston High-school hockey team, and during one of her games, her temper is tested by her opponent while her boyfriend, Matt, is watching.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　Physical fighting, blood, bruises.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

Y/N adjusted the straps of her helmet and took one last look around the locker room. The muffled noise of the crowd, which already filled the gym, pulsed through the walls. The tension in the air was palpable. This game wasn't just another game of the season; it was the decisive game that would define the regional champion. And for Y/N, there was an extra motivation: Matt. Her boyfriend was in the audience, and she wanted more than ever to impress him with her performance.

While sliding across the ice during warm-ups, Y/N observed the opposing team, known for its physical and aggressive play, looked more determined than ever. Among them, one player in particular stood out: Lilian. Tall, robust, and with a look that exuded competitiveness, Lilian had a reputation for being ruthless. Y/N knew she would have to pay attention to her throughout the game.

The opening whistle sounded, and the game began with frenetic intensity. Y/N moved with agility, looking for gaps in the opponent's defense. Every pass, every deflection, was meticulously calculated.

And it didn't take long for her to find an opportunity.

With a quick sprint, Y/N escaped to the right, receiving a precise pass from her teammate and, with an elegant movement of her stick, sent the puck directly into the corner of the net.

The electric sound of the puck hitting the net was followed by a roar from the crowd. Matt, who was sitting in the center bleachers, jumped to his feet, cheering and shouting her name, a huge smile taking over his face as his hands grabbed the front of his brothers' hoodies, shaking their upper bodies with euphoria.

Y/N's confidence was high, but the game was far from won. The opposing team increased the pressure, and Lilian, especially, seemed to have fixed Y/N as her main target.

In one of the most critical moves, Lilian came forward with force, bumping into Y/N with an intensity that bordered on brutality. Y/N managed to stay upright but felt the impact reverberate through her bones.

She returned Lilian's gaze with firm determination. She would not allow herself to be intimidated.

The minutes passed, and the game became increasingly fierce. Y/N was determined to score another goal. Her ears seemed to constantly search for the loud and firm comments of encouragement that escaped her boyfriend's lips, drawing strength from there. With a combination of speed and precision, she advanced towards the opponent's goal again.

But Lilian was there, and this time, she wasn't willing to allow Y/N to pass. In a split second, Lilian collided violently against Y/N, knocking her onto the ice. The impact was so strong that Y/N felt the air leave her lungs, her hands quickly letting go of the stick and gluing to her chest covered by heavy clothes, trying desperately to take a long breath.

The referee blew the whistle, signaling a penalty, but the damage was already done.

With anger boiling inside her, Y/N stood up with difficulty, breathing harshly. She felt humiliated and enraged. Without thinking twice, the girl skated towards the locker room, ignoring the screams of her teammates and her coach, who called for her, cutting through the silence that had settled in the gym after the incident.

The door closed behind her back, muffling the sound of the crowd and the frenzy of the game, echoing like a dull thud throughout the space. In the silence of the locker room, Y/N took a deep breath, trying to control the storm of emotions that was stirring inside her.

She sat down on the main bench, removing her helmet and running her hands through her sweat-damp hair. Anger burned through her veins, not just because of Lilian's aggression, but because of the frustration of feeling like she was letting down her team and, especially, Matt. He had come to watch her play, and all she wanted was to put on a spectacular show for him.

Tears began to form, but Y/N took another deep breath, refusing to let them fall. She wouldn't give in.

The girl closed her eyes tightly, trying to center herself, but as she did so, a stab of pain appeared above her eye. A wince scaped her lips as she touched the painful area, noticing something warm and wet on her fingers. Raising them to her eye level, she saw blood.

The anger, which was already intense, intensified even more. The girl felt her blood boiling as her hands shook with hatred. The sight of blood dripping from her eyebrow was the trigger that was needed for her uncontrolled fury.

Without thinking twice, Y/N put the helmet back on harshly, ignoring the pain. She wouldn't let Lilian get away with that. Y/N got out of the locker room with firm slides, determined to show that no one would take her down without consequences.

Back on the ice, Y/N felt a new surge of energy, this time fueled by anger and the need for revenge. Her eyes were fixed on Lilian, who didn't seem to expect her to return so soon. With impressive speed, Y/N skated directly towards her opponent, leaving her coach's questions behind.

When the distance between them closed, Y/N kept going, hitting her shoulder against the other girl with all the strength she had. The impact threw Lilian to the ground, who fell onto her back, surprised and in pain, a loud cry scream echoing afterward.

The referee blew his whistle frantically, but Y/N ignored his and Lilian's screams. Her focus was absolute.

She took the puck from one of the opposing players with surprising dexterity and began advancing towards the goal. Every movement was fierce, precise. She was in a state of flux, where nothing else mattered other than the next goal.

With impressive skill, Y/N scored one after another. The crowd was in a frenzy, and the energy in the gym was electric. Matt, in the bleachers, watched everything with wide eyes, his screams standing out among the crowd. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Y/N was playing like never before, in a way he himself had never witnessed.

With each goal, Y/N felt increasing satisfaction. She was showing everyone – her team, her opponents, the watchers, and especially Lilian – that she was really good. Blood was still running from her eyebrow, dripping onto her lips held by the mouth guard, the metallic taste flooding her tongue.

When the final whistle sounded, declaring her team's victory, Y/N felt a wave of relief flood her body. She dropped the stick on the ice floor and ripped off her helmet, taking her mouth guard off of her lips, finally breathing properly, her eyes darting around the gym as euphoria took over her body, adrenaline rushing through her veins like lightning.

It was at that moment that she saw Matt jump over the railing that separated the bleachers from the ice. The brunette ran towards her, slipping slightly on the ice, a consequence of his inappropriate sneakers, leaving behind the screams of his brothers who tried to dissuade him.

She felt her heart speed up even more, wetting her lips in anticipation.

When Matt finally reached Y/N, he quickly threw himself in front of her, raising his arms and cupping his girl's face with both hands firmly, his gaze filled with concern and love. His blue eyes scanned the cut on her eyebrow, trying to wipe away the blood on her skin with trembling fingers.

"Y/N, baby, are you okay? You're bleeding so much. Let me see this..."

Y/N, still breathing heavily, felt a wave of emotions wash over her. Before Matt could continue, she cut him off with a passionate kiss, wrapping her hands around his thick hoodie-covered waist and pulling him closer, the significant height that her skateboards provided her aiding her in her action.

It was a kiss full of intensity, relief, and love.

Matt sighed deeply, the hot air hitting the girl's cold face, causing the blush in the area to intensify, feeling enveloped by the passion and strength that emanated from her.

When they finally separated, Matt hugged her tightly, his body shaking slightly with the adrenaline that took his body along with his heart racing at a thousand miles per hour. His large hands hugged her head against his own right shoulder, his fingers stroking her tied hair gently.

"I'm so proud of you, Y/N. You were amazing. I've never seen anyone play like you played today. You were so strong, so brave..." Y/N smiled against his covered skin, feeling his hushed words warm her heart.

"It was all for you, babe. Every goal-"

"Y/N!" The coach shouted, approaching with quick, steady steps, his ice-appropriate sneakers keeping him upright. "What in God's name was that? This is a hockey game. What, are you trying out for the gymnastics team? If you do that again, you'll be out!"

Matt watched him with wide eyes, his lips pressed into a thin line in an attempt to hold back his laughter.

"Sorry, coach. I just did what I had to do." Y/N rolled her eyes, letting out a breathless laugh.

The coach shook his head, opening an almost imperceptible smile.

"You played with your heart today, kid. Just try to keep a little more control next time, okay? We don't want you to miss big opportunities."

"You got it, coach." Y/N nodded quickly, Matt's arms still holding her tightly, one arm grasping firmly around her waist, keeping her close.

"Now take her to the infirmary, boy." The coach approached, casting a glance toward Matt while patting her right shoulder.

"Yes, sir, I'll take care of her."

"You better."

© vanteguccir

[prttykittes]

I THOUGHT WE COULD KISS TONIGHT !

Yandere!Victim of playing x Player!Reader

cw. angst, smut, player, heartbreaker, character is a vitcim of being played with, I don't know what it's called! notes: I have no idea what to call someone who has been with a player (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Yandere!Victim who heart breaks when he sees you, hugging someone else then him. He knows that your player but why can't you just not be one!

Yandere!Vitctim who wants to kill everyone else when he sees them with you, he wants you to hold him and use him! Gosh, why can't you go back to him!

Yandere!Vitctim who wants you to touch his dick, and play with it! He wants you to rub and play with his cock, he wants your mouth back on it!

Yandere!Vitctim who strokes his dick as he tries his best to make it look pretty, he wants you to be impressed with him!

Yandere!Vitctim who prepared himself when he sees you walking towards him, he can feel his pants tighten up, he can feel his dick already getting hard.

Yandere!Vitctim who nearly bursts into tears and nearly cums when you say that, you want to have sex with him! He's been edging himself and he couldn't even cum without you!

Yandere!Vitctim who lets you play with him, playing with his body, mind and his dick. Which leaks for you, his dick is leaking out so mucch!!

Yandere!Vitctim who is in pure bliss when you finally let him cum! It's the best climax he ever had in his whole life!! Tears go down his face as he finishes, painting his stomach white as he breathes heavily.

Yandere!Vitctim who shakes in excitement when you tell him that he could fuck you, like last time but this time. He could paint your walls white with his seed!

Yandere!Vitctim who touches himself and wishes that he recorded you moaning, and remembering when he came inside of you, some of his seed leaking out your hole!

Yandere!Vitctim who painfully waits for you, to come back to him, waiting as you have fun with other people. He watches you as you ignore him, and again. It always ends up the same, you have sex with him. You ignore him until weeks later, oh well! He can have sex with you that's what it matters!

[saltymongoose]

ok i have a request: phobos with a shy player who hides behind him to avoid talking to people. extra bonus points if they also tend to get overstimulated and will just hang out in his office because they know nobody will disturb them

Of course! Here you go Anon, Happy New Year! <3

Phobos' Reaction to a Shy!Player

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Referenced Violence)

The moment you first show some signs of extreme shyness, Phobos’ concern is obvious. The sight of you ducking behind him when two of his agents passed by made him wonder if they'd committed the sin of scaring you in some way.

He’ll ask you about it in a soft manner, ever polite and gentlemanly. “Have my men done anything to make you wary, Your Grace? I assure you, I’ll punish them appropriately for their transgression, whatever it might be."

(Perhaps he was a little too convinced that they did something. But the Director couldn’t stand for anyone or anything making you too scared to be there at the Nexus’ headquarters, too scared to be near him. Plus, he couldn’t stand it if these nobodies made his organization look bad to you. Not when all of this was for your favor.)

You wave your hands and try to assuage his concern, explaining that you were just a bit overwhelmed by others’ attention and that his personnel weren’t at fault for anything. (Luckily for them.) The Director merely hummed in response, but you could tell he was put at ease by the way his hand fell from the pommel of the sword at his side.

After that, however, Phobos learns to appreciate your shyness each time it rears its head. The way it causes you to go to him for comfort is something he can’t help but adore, not only because it serves him with that attention from you he so craves, but also because it shows just how much you trust him.

Really, it’s enough to make him swoon. Witnessing his God showing so much faith in him and his capabilities, seeing how you go to him and him alone for comfort—it's far more than any simple vessel of yours could hope for.

Phobos will do his best to ensure that you never regret your choice, and he’ll be infinitely welcoming and understanding whenever you feel the need to escape from others’ attention.

He’ll place himself between you and anyone else who enters your vicinity, acting as a barrier should you not want to spend your time mingling with his lessers. (Besides, he really doesn’t think that they deserve an inkling of your attention anyway, even if they are his underlings.)

If you do decide to socialize, he’ll try to keep you close regardless. He figures it would be best to do so in case anyone tries to get too comfortable around you or dares to upset you.

Needless to say, the workers of the Nexus Core are never truly at ease whenever they’re around you; it’s impossible to be. Not when their Director is leering in their direction like he’s a second away from violently lunging at them. And they honestly believe Phobos enjoys the discomfort they feel around him. (And they’d be right.)

On the off chance that Phobos cannot accompany you, he’ll have one of his officers do it instead (likely a Tower Guard or another one of his more powerful units). They’ll be under strict orders concerning their treatment of you, of course.

Phobos absolutely loves it when you hide away in his office to get some proper peace and quiet. Just being able to look up from his work and see you lazing about on the seat closest to his or reading a book he’s gifted you makes him feel all the more warm in your presence. Perhaps it’s the joy of being in your sphere, or simply the gratefulness he has that you chose him and his place as your getaway, but the butterflies in his chest can’t seem to die down when you’re so close.

He’ll encourage you to stay more often and for longer each time you drop by. Phobos will also use a myriad of reasons to try to convince you if you hesitate; whether it be his need for your tactical knowledge or him “accidentally” ordering someone to bring your favorite snacks/drink to his office before you even entered. Either way, you’ll find yourself having some obligation to spend more time with him. Not like you mind it that much; Phobos is surprisingly good company (to you, at least), and it stops you from having to mingle with others when you don’t wish to.

Overall, Phobos is surprisingly soft and doting when faced with your shyness - even affectionate (and clingy) at times. However, that's to be expected; it's a side only you could ever bring out of him, after all. For the Director of the Nexus Core, treating you any different would be a crime worthy of the worst consequences imaginable.

[sillytimecentral]

yes i have a wattpad account. yes i make fanart for my favorite blocktales fic by @gremlinviewer … yes i was born 15 minutes ago stupid event/different timeline where sunny gets isekai’d to phighting when they wake up instead of seeing Terry! they are a confused lad but still have their cutieful charms, and manage to be joyous in this world as well :3 (yes this is exepilled loll)

[yourlocaltreesimp]

Okokok hear me out- So y’all know the little blank bit in the Triforce? That’s the player. That’s the part they fill in You got your Hero, Your Damsel and your Villain but all of its meaningless without someone to enjoy it, to watch. That’s the center part of the Triforce, that little blank peice that could never quite be fulfilled. Until… well an unfortunate portal shows up and tears down the barrier from the latent holder of the triforce with the other three.

Disregarding canon, absolutely. It’s fun to think of either way, but it could be explained away for stories sake. Why is it called the Triforce? Well the fourth power was never connected to Hyrule and was eventually lost in years upon years of trading the myth that it was eventually lost to time. Why would Ganon/Demise search out the Triforce if it didn’t have whole power? Takes a little more to fully explain but chances are he either didn’t know because the details were lost… or the Triforce still holds power without the Player. Granted, with the addition of the lost power, it’d be much more desirable. Anyway that’s all. I need sleep.