can we have some blushy boy legend?? he’s so snarky and i want him to be embarrassed a lil bit lol
“Hey,” Wild nudges Warriors with his elbow, grabbing the captain’s attention. “You see it too, right?”
Warriors isn’t quite sure what Wild means, at least until Wild gestures to where Time is sitting by the fire, engaged in a conversation with Four and Sky. It takes him a moment, but when he sees it, his jaw nearly drops.
“Yeah,” Warriors replies dumbly. “Yeah, I see it too.”
“Alright, cool, I’m not nearly as crazy as I thought I was.”
While the scene before them looks normal enough, all one would have to do is look at little harder at Time, as they would then realize that there’s a fourth person in that little circle of people, curled into the oldest hero’s side and sound asleep.
Now, they all know Legend is “secretly” a softy. He looks after them all in a different way from Warriors and Time—a more nonchalant way. The nicknames he gives some of the others are practically dripping with affection, and he is overly protective to the point where he rivals Wild when it comes to being self-sacrificing.
But to think the cranky hero would let his guard down enough to fall asleep on Time? While Four and Sky are there as well?
On one hand, it’s incredibly endearing to see one of the most secretive heroes so relaxed and peaceful. It really shows how comfortable he has gotten around them, even if he never outright says anything.
But on the other hand, this is prime blackmail material.
Before Warriors can tell Wild to get his slate, the other hero is already holding it up, and he can hear the click of each photo being taken as Wild presses the button over and over with a grin on his face.
“That’s really cute,” Wild coos, showing Warriors some closeups of Time and Legend.
In the last couple of pictures, however, Time is glaring at the camera with his Disapproval Face. Warriors glances up to see Time chuckling at Four’s erratic hand gestures, an arm now around Legend’s shoulders and partially hiding him from their view.
“You should probably delete those pictures,” Warriors suggests, catching Time’s eye and feeling his skin crawl underneath the piercing gaze.
“But—“
“Time knows.”
“... dammit.”
-
When Legend wakes up, he finds that he is warm. This isn’t just a warmth that comes from waking up in the morning underneath a blanket, but rather a warmth that feels like he’s been lying out in the sun for hours.
Which is odd, because it’s still dark out.
He’s being moved. Legend grumbles as his pillow shifts away from him. Can’t they see he’s trying to sleep?
“I’m just trying to lie us down,” a voice soothes, deep and quiet. Legend’s irritation melts away at it, and he concludes that it must be his uncle. Only his uncle can make him feel this safe. Normally he’s more alert when he wakes up, but for once, Legend allows himself to relax, lets himself be adjusted, and falls asleep to the lull of a strong heartbeat.
-
Legend fucked up.
The morning light streams through the branches high above him, glinting off the morning dew and clearing away the lingering fog.
And here Legend is, cuddled up against Time, who is acting as if this is just a regular occurrence.
To say Legend’s face is bright red is an understatement. An enormous understatement.
“Are you going to stop pretending to be asleep?” Time asks, and Legend can just hear the smirk in his voice.
“Are you going to let me go?” Legend shoots back, very conscious of the hand carding through his hair.
“I’m not exactly holding you captive,” Time chuckles. He’s right, but Legend isn’t about to admit it.
“Why didn’t you just sleep somewhere else?” Legend asks, hoping that Time will take pity on him.
Thankfully, he takes the bait. “You were asleep and I didn’t want to move you too much.” He huffs out a laugh. “You really needed the rest. I don’t think you’ve ever slept the whole night before.”
Too much pity. Too much pity!
Somehow, Legend feels his face heat up even more, the comfortable warmth from before now growing to be too much for him to handle. Of all people, of course it would be Time that would catch little things like that. Wait a second...
“Did you even sleep?”
“Not a wink.”
Legend is going to die. His wit fails him, the snarky remark he was going to make dying on his tongue. This is embarrassing. No, this is horrifying.
“Just so you know,” Time hums, as if he’s not responsible for Legend’s current predicament. “You should probably start cuddling Wolfie so you can get a good night’s sleep with minimal embarrassment.”
“I hate you. So much.”
“I’m sure you do.”