Reader and Twilight get into a heated debate over types of milk, and Wind becomes the unofficial taste tester
Twilight was doomed.
It wasn’t bad per se, but ever since you had shown up it was a fight and a half to keep his Ordaninan accent in check; he didn’t mean to avoid you either, but he really didn’t want to work on toning down his accent for the others.
He would argue his plan was going great! He probably could try and talk with you more often, but he had seen your voice when you spoke with anyone that possessed a country accent. It would spell certain death via teasing from his companions.
This was all working until you had decided to spit upon all he stood for, the best creature alive and insult it in such a grave manner.
“I really don’t understand the hype behind Ordonian goat milk, I much prefer cow, tastes much better.”
Of course, Twilight was positive he misheard you at first. His brain buffered as he tried to replay what you said in his mind. He HAD to have misheard you, he refused to believe, someone he considered a friend could have such uncultured taste.
“You’re jokin’.” The Ranchhand accused. Wind scooted a healthy distance from where he had previously sat near Twilight.
“No, I really don’t understand it. It’s like- for babies yes, but you reach an age where it is just… It tastes disgustin’.”
Legend joined Wind in his movements, parroting them from the opposite side of the Twilight hero.
“They’ve gone and gone mad–” Twilight gasped, hand coming over his heart in a dramatic movement he would deny for the rest of his life.
The wise heroes didn’t prod the ticking time bomb, Warriors did not fit into this category. (According to Legend.)
“It’s just milk, is it that big a deal?”
The room froze.
“Course’ it is?! Y/N gone and lost their marbles, and you’re here “It’s just milk—” It’s slander that’s what this is!”
Wind snorted, receiving glares from the heroes. Wind could argue it was fucking hilarious. He’d pay money to see this happen again, and Twilight would never live this down. Twilight's wild eyes shot toward you again, and you crossed your arms in defiance.
“I ain't mean to get your panties in a twist.” You laughed, the hero's incredulous face forever rewarding. “Yer’ mad!” The hero exclaimed again, hands flying about wildly as he shot up from his seat.
From where Time sat, he cleared his throat. Legend breathed a sigh as the unofficial leader would SURELY handle this and end the argument.
“Cow milk is superior, though nothing beats Lon Lon milk.”
“OH COME ON-” Legend cried, face getting cupped in his hands as he began laughing.
Twilight took a long pause, expression indifferent as he looked at his mentor.
“We can't be brothers.” Twilight decided, glare sharp as he looked at the face of the man who had managed to spontaneously acquire a bottle of Lon Lon milk.
Twilight looked to Wind, eyes wide and crazed.
“Sailor- You like goat milk right??” He asked, only to receive silence. Wind shifted awkwardly, averting his eyes.
“I’ve never tried eith-”
“EH?” You and Twilight cut in, outraged cries at the same time.
You both looked at each other in horror. This was an EMERGENCY.
You turned to Wild who had already made quick work of grabbing a bottle of goat and cow milk from his slate. He cautiously approached you, setting both in your arms before scurring back to safety. Twilight snatched the goat milk from you, cartoonish goat drawn onto a label stuck to the jar.
You made quick work of uncorking your bottle of cow milk (Lon Lon of course) and thrust it out towards Wind.
“Drink.” You ordered, only for Twilight to push you aside, his uncorked bottle held out further. You stumbled to the side, precious drops of your VALUABLE milk being spilt onto your hand.
Wind took the bottle of POSION, and brought it to his lips. As he took the first, hesitant, sip he spat it out.
“Thats- Thats disgusting!” Wind cried, eyes shooting up to meet Twilight’s. “How do you drink this- this stuf-” He was cut off by Hyrule slowly setting his hand over his mouth.
“I wouldn't if I were you.” He warned the poor child.
“Try mine! It tastes worlds better.” You said, trying to get him to consume the golden tasting liquid.
Hesitantly, he took the bottle. He looked up at you shaky hands holding the bottle unsteadily. He prepped himself to try it, brought it to his lips and-
He SPAT it OUT.
You heard Time gasp behind you, and you yourself shared his sentiment.
You and Twilight shared a horrified look.
He… Didn't like milk.
You and Twilight had differences over milks, but at least you could LIKE the golden liquids.
Instead of a resolute answer, you both agreed, at least you weren't like him. You had taste buds.
You walked away, from this traumatic experience bonded in the fact you weren’t cursed with poor taste.
Haiiii, can you write a little one-shot or smth about Steven meeting someone online while playing video games and he maybe just starts to get attached to this online persona and then he finds out they're going to his town for vacation and he just
loses his mind
hi guys im actually replying to age old asks for once Can YOU BELIEVE IT !?!? [ i cant either ]
i got inspiration to write although probably temporary so YAYYY
anyways remember that one persona 3 social link . What if it was good and also not weird and groom-y and also Steven Was There. thats basically the gist of it
steven x reader ( meeting via online games )
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♡ steven wasn't one to go outside much. especially nowadays. this is something he knew intimately- mostly because he lives in his own body, as much as he wished he didn't on most days.
♡ so, when he isn't rotting in bed, and on the rare days he has energy to actually do anything, an old tucked away hobby slowly emerges in his long self-isolation.
♡ the computer still works. it's honestly a surprise, he hasn't checked the thing probably... since then. he was on it just before it happened. arceus. it was so long ago now.
♡ either way, with a bit of frustration he gets it set back up again. he played more on consoles, but... pcs have less limits. he could at least distract himself from his endless self-induced misery.
♡ and for some reason, his internets still running. he doesn't pay the bill - that was usually what [̸̻̂ ̸̻̿Ṁ̶̢̈ Į̵̼͊͒ Ḳ̸̛̀ È̶̖̋ ̸̡͊ͅ]̷͍̠͊̔ did. he doesn't pay much attention to why though- just assumes nobody ever wants to even slightly touch anything related to him. some part of him takes a pride in being feared by most of kanto. an old part of him, seated deep in his mind feels awful about it. absolutely awful.
♡ anyways, these are headcanons about steven and you meeting eachother through some online games remember when it was about that. yea . anyways.
♡ it's all he does nowaday if he ever has energy to do literally anything. his computer - a clunky desktop - is a real outdated model. but how would he even get a new one? so, he sticks to what he has. one day if he ever finds a way to, having a much more modern sort of laptop would be nice. a good distraction.
♡ whatever he's playing is probably outdated, old, for lack of a better term archaic. he honestly prefers it that way- leaves him room to breath, able to be not overwhelmed by swarms of people who could possibly find him, talk to him - talking to people scares him. he'd have to process... a lot of things if he did. smaller communities to deal with. more homey. he can interact whenever he wishes. people aren't in his face unless he wants them to be. it's nice.
♡ plus, it's a little nostalgic. he used to mess around lightly with these sorts of games. internet isnt a common thing to have, especially not in pallet of all places- but, as time passed, the tech improved. not that he has any of it other than an outdated pc model. hell, he might still have to use some AOL type of thing.
♡ it's nice. he misses playing them, so he tries to make it a thing he does on some sort of schedule, when he doesn't feel miserable. when he wants to award himself for not giving up entirely on his life yet. despite basically already doing that given the isolation, but ... it's a slow step forward either way.
♡ he only talks in the chat to ask questions. mostly because the internet is serviceable, but slow and inconsistent- googling things is not a learned skill of his. asking help isnt something he likes to do ( hell, look at him after he lost miki - although it's a bit different when everyone looks at you like a miserable stray animal ), especially given he doesnt like talking ever, but its kind of his only option that makes sense. plus, people don't actually know him... that's a plus.
♡ and, there's a specific player that talks to him a lot. helps him through things. is overly helpful. it's almost annoying. ... well, moreso overwhelming. it's hard to know what he properly feels when he hasn't been socialized in a while- everythings like that, especially with this person.
♡ he warms up to it slowly though. they are pretty helpful. it's nice. sometimes they'll give him free weapons or armor too. not extraordinarily overpowered, but enough to let him drift by the earlier game, which he appreciates. he says he'll find a way to pay them back someday.
♡ weeks into months into more months of keeping up a schedule. part of him barely cares about the game anymore. he's gotten a lot of progress, not much to do other than grind in these old games at this point.
♡ he knows a lot of things about you at this point. favorite color, your pokemon, what you like to do, your hobbies... he didn't offer much in ways of conversation, but he's always been a very good listener, according to people who he used to know back then.
♡ you're a very passionate person. it kind of draws him in. he tries to be more open with himself in turn, although still being very closed off and secretive due to just the nature of. well. everything about his situation. he doesn't lie about basically only sleeping and doing this all day though.
♡ they said that it sounded sad, but they knew how it felt, being in a similar ( although not nearly as extreme ) situation. he simply agreed.
♡ part of him knows he comes back not for the game, but just to see you. this part of him will never be willingly acknowledged by him.
♡ ... that is until during one of their talks about real life ( more often once steven had stopped being able to really engage with the game in any interesting way, usually he'd just lend an ear and maybe reply a few times in between... small, but short conversations. they had heart to them, able to talk about their life, interests, and struggles passionately. he admired that. ) they mentioned going to kanto.
♡ this makes him go insane even though he knows it really, really shouldn't. they would never even see him. nobody even knows he exists, practically. nobody even remembers he exists either. but.. part of him wants to see someone. someone he kind of knows, even if not all too deeply, it's still some form of personal connection. more than he's had in ages, and genuine, too.
♡ but the idea of seeing someone he met on the internet scares him far more than it has any right to. and also saying that he also lives there and wants to see them would be weird. extraordinarily weird. stranger danger.
♡ still, he has to mention it right ... ?
♡ blankly, he just replies something along the lines of "oh. i live there."
♡ the conversation coasts by pretty quickly from there, steven just kind of dissociating the way through as the person on the other side of the screen says they didnt know he was kantonian, getting excited themselves seemingly about the prospect of 'maybe seeing him in passing at the shop' as a joke. that sentence terrifies him and also makes him feel other things he doesn't want to process.
♡ he does not have the heart to tell them he would never be seen dead in public nowadays. outside of a few... rare, specific instances. when he was younger after everything, mostly. everything he did back then was for her. it isn't now because he gave up. he knows she isn't really there, won't really be back properly ever.
♡ good fucking god this is depressing just thinking about it. why does this person like him so much? he's just... sad.
♡ in his dissociative haze, he blinks 3 times. looks back at the screen. something along the lines of "well, if you wanted to see me you could've just said so ;P" . it's very cute. and also terrifying to his very unsocialized mind.
♡ oh my god. he scrolls up the messagelog just a bit. did he reply "that'd be nice" to the shop thing???? what the fuck is wrong with him. he must've been on autopilot. it's. .. not a lie, but, this is a lot for him.
♡ still he answers truthfully.
♡ and here he is. a week or so later awkwardly lying in bed, knowing this- stranger feels both right AND wrong to call them. he does like them, but, he doesn't... know them. not in real life. he knows what goes on in their real life, but is that enough?
♡ they did tell him pretty personal things. he listened to them when no one else seemingly would. fuck. he doesn't want to let them down. but also maybe it'd be better if they didn't meet? he's not a good rolemodel. not anymore. very unkempt as a person too. he did at least try to clean himself up a bit before this. he looks the same as usual, just a bit .. more organized.
♡ is it clear he barely has any experience with talking to other people online because he was raised in a very small town and had a lot of people around him, because. Yea.
♡ what if he ruins everything. what if he ruins another thing he had because of how he is. what if they immediately get scared and run off? he is abnormally tall, and, last he checked most normal people get scared of him immediately.
♡ this anxiety is not helping him. it's... one person. he doesn't want to ruin it. but if he keeps his cool, maybe it'll be fine? he's trying really really hard to be composed about all of it on the surface.
♡ they agreed to meet. not at his house. although it's where he lives ( or moreso rots away ) and does anything, forcing himself to go outside to at least meet them at a route or a street or on some... bench, would probably be preferable. plus, not that many people. ( 'never seen dead in public', huh steven? it's funny now. this person does things to him. it's... honestly nice. to want to see someone so badly. even if it doesn't go well, it's more of an experience then the mindnumbing isolation. )
♡ he gets on his usual attire, despite the odd looks from others he might get for it,
♡ and so, he goes.
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thank you for requesting ^_^ enjoy the cliffhanger and Imagine whatever u want in ur hearts desire . the rare inspo to write hit me ig lol - wispy
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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A hacker reconnects with an old friend for a some projects. But mostly for trouble. Their name is Mar Rozeki, a talented hard-light sculpture and a Drifter, a kind genius just trying to protect Hawaii. Too bad thats all a lie. Mar is definitely not the mysterious streamer named Pidgin who is definitely not developing feelings for their crush’s crush…
Sombra/OC established friendship. Eventual poly with Widowmaker. Nonbinary OC
You find yourself on a Island with the Chain and end up comforting Legend
The echoing sound of waves crashed into the cliff face beneath you.
You sat on the edge of a rocky outcrop, feet dangling over. You would have never thought to do something that borders this close to recklessness before you bet the Links, but by this point you had done much more than sit by an edge.
Salty ocean air whipped at your face, blowing your hair about in all directions.
The sun retreated over the horizon, painting the ocean in shades of red and pink; cotton like clouds dotted the sky, the scene seemed closer to fantasy than reality– but what even was reality at this point?
You were on an adventure with 9 heroes from Hyrule, a land previously thought fictional by you–
You recall when you first met the chain. You naively assumed you understood them well! You, after all, had seen their adventures! Surely it could correlate well to your relationships.
You had quickly discovered this was, in fact, false. They are complex people, and they always have been. You had failed to consider how it would feel to genuinely experience their trauma, it shed a new light on it. You had never considered the implications when Link had found his uncle dying, you had never considered the implications of watching your sister get kidnapped and almost die, you hadn’t–
You shake your head, that was a destructive spiral you desperately wanted to avoid.
You sit alone with your thoughts a moment more, before taking stock of the island once more. About 8 minutes from your rocky outcrop, the Chain was establishing camp in a wooded clearing.
A portal had deposited you onto the island after a gruesome battle, and you were shocked they even allowed you to wander. Though, you reasoned, Four’s head injury was most certainly a more pressing issue than you exploring– It wasn't as if you were like Hyrule or Wild either, at least in the sense of wandering and getting lost.
Once again, the wind assaulted your face, blowing salty air directly into your eyes and nose. You let out a loud sneeze, elbow flying up on instinct to cover your face despite being–
“Excuse you.”
Your heart damn near leapt out of your chest, your hand flying to your hilt as you spun around only to come face to face with the strawberry haired hero, his permanent smug grin plastered on his face.
“I- I- You–” You scramble to collect yourself, heart thundering as if you’d ran a marathon without breaks.
“Startled?”
“I- Yes?!” You fluster, moving your hand from your hilt and cupping your face.
Legend stands patiently, as you not so graciously collect yourself. After a few moments, he speaks again. “Mind if I join?” You shake your head, gesturing to the space on the cliff next to you.
You don’t look, but you can hear as he approaches, the soft grunt as he lowers himself to the floor.
Legend doesn't speak again for awhile, if it weren't for his steady presence at your side you may have well assumed he wasn’t there at all. His silence was comforting, the cries of gulls in the distance soothing.
You listen to the waves again, rhythmic crashing drowning out the sounds of the forest. In the distance, you can see a couple of the gulls making their way across the sky to no doubt find a safe place to rest.
You hear legends breath hitch besides you. You try to ignore it, discreetly moving your gaze to his hands. They sat in his lap, the rings adorning them getting spun and moved with the anxious energy pouring off Legend.
You move your gaze to his face.
His eyes were almost glassy, fresh tears building to fall. His strawberry hair shields you from seeing the majority of his face.
You bring your hand up, gently touching his back, gauging his reaction. Your concern only grows when he doesn't react. You rub small circles into his back, a silent comfort to the red dawning hero.
You’re not sure what to do as the hero’s breath hitches again, his breathing ragged as his buries his head into his hands. You keep rubbing his back, sympathetic eyes taking in the crying form of the hero.
Do you ask him if he’s okay? You aren’t sure. Would he prefer you leave?
You decide to remain by his side, silent, but ultimately decide to speak up if it gets worse.
And worsen it does.
Legend’s soft hitches devolved into deep sobs, the legendary hero’s shoulders racked as he curled into you. You hold your hands above the hero now curled against you, unsure if you should touch him.
Deciding after a few moments, you gently drape your arm over him, carding gentle fingers through his hair. You aren’t sure what to do, so you stay like that for a while.
You stay like that as the sun retreats into the horizon and the first stars speckle the sky.
You stay like that after his sobs subsided.
You stay like that until he pulls away, an embarrassed blush tinging his face.
You both sit there in silence for a good while, before you stand. “Want to head back?” You inquire, hand extended towards the hero. He nodded, silently taking your hand and rising.
Im gonna strive to post more, but please enjoy the fic!
Wind decides to pester Reader over their sketchbook
It wasn’t like the Chain didn’t know you drew.
The leather book in your bag, rough blank pages awaiting to be filled with the images that graced you on your journeys. A small container of charcoal pencils stored near it, tree sap gathered from a rubber tree serving as your eraser.
The materials weren’t fancy by any means, but sitting with a pencil and paper at the end of the day served as a lovely release, stress washing away with every stroke against the beige paper. Images were given life, immortalized in the carefully crafted images, each telling a story of the time.
Plants were one of your favorites to draw; carefully written notes stored in the corners of the pages noting facts and knowledge you had of the plants you drew. Each vein, stem, and branch told a story. The curve of a tree, its rough grainy bark, and its large roots that broke the surface of the dirt in easy trip hazards, a testament to the will of nature.
It was beautiful.
By no means were you considering yourself an artist, but the act of trying your best to preserve the images of plants extinct, landscapes of bygone eras, even as far as attempting to draw some of your travel companions was therapeutic.
These drawings were never meant to be shared however, embarrassment consuming you at the mere thought. Your sketchbook was private, and among the many things the Chain excelled at, respecting privacy was one of their best strengths.
The Great Sea of Wind’s era was among your favorite things to draw (Other than plants). The boats docked along the shore, the viscous sea that could take your life and just as easily sustain it.
The grains of wood, smooth from the sustained flow of water, marvels of construction that could keep afloat anyone, and any immeasurable amount of weight.
You let your hands guide you, the graphite rubbing onto your fingers with a decidedly practiced smudge. You were consumed in your work, the fading light of the sky serving as your only light.
You place your pencil to the paper again, steady stroke making its way across the page. You bite your tongue, the final curve of the mast requiring delicate attention an-
“Can I see?” The exuberant question erupted from someone in front of you, startling you. Pencil stroke bold across the smooth sky you had captured. You let out a deep sigh, electing to finish with your piece once you had another moment. The light wasn’t as good anymore either.
“Maybe when it’s done, Wind.” You address the boy, looking up to meet his grin. You loved to see him on Outset, it was like the stress the teen always carried was washed away in the presence of his family.
“You draw a lot.”
“I’m aware.”
“Pretty pleaseee?” Wind drawled, eyes looking between the leather book and you.
Maybe you needed to reconsider your stance on the Chain respecting privacy. The youngest was very much insistent on his peeking at your book.
“When it’s done, Wind.” You chuckle, pushing yourself off the sandy bank you sat on. Wind’s unimpressed glare was enough to make you laugh, placing a hand onto the blonde and ruffling his coarse hair.
“Why are you out here? I thought you were playing with Aryll?” You prod, following behind the hero towards his home.
“I was! Then Granny finished dinner, she made her famous soup!” The teen exclaimed, pace picking up to a skip. You can't help but laugh at the teens' antics, pace picking up to match his.
“Race you to Granny’s!” Wind called, laughing as he raced up the low slope towards his home. Now you weren’t very competitive, or so you claimed, but you wouldn’t lose a competition.
Reader is struggling with the stress of traveling through time with 9 heroes, luckily Warriors is there for them when they break down
Warriors was many things, a brother, a hero, a captain, one thing he wasn’t was ignorant. Sure, you could claim you were fine, but the hero was certain your definition of the word wasn't the same as his.
Of course, he wasn’t the only hero of the group to notice your off behaviour, it had become a talking point among the eldest of the heroes, but nobody could find a good way to approach the potentially sensitive situation.
Wild, bless his heart, and his ignorance; had attempted to fix the situation by bombarding you with baked goods. Warriors had tried to convince the hero that food wasn’t the issue, only to be met with a bold proclamation that “Food helps everything.” To his utter shock, it did.
You had sat around the cooking pot with everyone, spirits lifted marginally as you consumed the surplus of goods, going at the egg tarts with a ferocity Warriors had only seen in Mask and Tune after a long day. Warriors hadn’t seen your spirits that high in awhile, and he had to admit the Cook was right. (He would never say this to his face, the teasing from Legend may as well seal his fate.)
For the following days, Warriors hung around, slipping honey candies into your satchel when he thought you weren't looking. He wasn’t sure where the sudden onslaught of emotions came from, but the hero had his suspicions. (Such as a potentially very painful time of the month,) and it wasn’t until you shared a watch with him one night he finally decided to “Poke the bear” as Twilight had called it.
— — – — —
Your mood was no better tonight than it had been during the day, or previous days for that matter.
You loved the heroes, don’t get you wrong, but the constant travel, danger, and uncertainty was not on your list of things that were beneficial to your mental health. You had already struggled with a lot before the quest, but the unknowns of, would you live through this fight? Would you make it through the day? One wrong move and you could, and probably would, die.
All these weighed heavily on you, you weren’t sleeping well, you weren’t eating well, hell, you could barely function.
Warriors had been a comforting presence at your side through it all, all the boys had, but his presence especially was a grounding one. He never pushed, and never treated you like less just because you weren’t a hero; sure, there were things you couldn’t do, but he didn’t harp on these things like the others would, even if they meant well.
You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, stifling a yawn.
“You alright Y/N?” Warriors’ voice was tender, almost searching.
You weren’t, but you were too emotionally and physically exhausted to reply to the hero.
You shrugged.
Warriors shifted in his spot, tender gaze burning into your side. You so desperately wanted to lean into the hero for comfort, your heart aching at the idea of curling yourself up at his side, a want to be held by firm arms.
You felt the hot burn of traitorous tears threatening to fall, as your breath caught in your throat.
Warriors, the ever observant Link, noticed immediately.
—-
“Hey– Hey, are you okay?” Warriors asked, before mentally smacking himself, of course you weren’t okay, you were literally on the verge of tears.
He watched your hands shake, and felt every big brother urge fire up; wanting to wrap you in a massive hug, and make everything feel better.
“Y/N…” He soothed, hand coming up behind you, gently touching your back to gauge your reaction. When you didn’t react, he began rubbing small circles into your back.
And with that the dam broke.
Strangled sobs poured from you, he watched as you buried your face into your hands, your shoulders racking with each cry.
He wasn’t prepared when you closed the gap between you and sat closer, but he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity that presented itself.
Careful to not make you uncomfortable, he slowly draped his arm over your shoulder. He couldn’t know why you were upset, but god damn if he wouldn’t comfort you.
He sat with you as you cried, tears falling onto his precious scarf (it can be washed-)
He stayed with you as your sobs devolved into silent tears.
He stayed with you until you pulled away, eyes red and puffy.
“Thank you.” Was all you said, eyes turning towards the star speckled sky.
Warriors nodded, content with the knowledge that if anything, he at least had given a safe space to express yourself.
Guys I'm not dead- This was for a ask, but I feel like it's not at all what the anon wanted so I apologize lol :/
Summary:
You find yourself having a argument with the hero of Legend, and have to resolve it
There was always something to be said by the hero of Legend. A snide comment here, a smart remark there, it was how he showed affection. So far, it had been fine! The other heroes didn’t mind all the callous remarks made by the red dawning hero, ignoring it. Those who had an issue had spoken to Legend to resolve it; like adults.
You were near a breaking point at his comments though. It was royally pissing you off. Sure, you could find the helpful undertones if you squinted hard enough, but at surface level, he failed at communication. It wasn’t only that though, his tone was absolutely horrendous. You found yourself annoyed with his antics on a daily level, to no surprise to yourself. His interpreted “ego” becoming unbearable to you.
Legend, in turn, found frustration in your behaviour. The communication between you two so poor it was a miracle you still managed to hold civil conversations. You still cared for each other deeply, make no mistake. Inwardly, you and the Veteran care strongly for each other. A fact concealed by lack of proper communication by you two.
All this leads to where you are now. ‘
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You stumble forward for the umpteenth time in a row, the weight of the short sword in your palm throwing you off completely as you practice your foot drills.
“This is useless, I'm not learning anything.” You state, tossing the blade into the dewey grass that climbs at your boots. Legend moves to grab the hilt, brows furrowed in what looks like frustration. “I have no idea how this is throwing you off so bad, it’s gotta be a talent of yours."
Your face contorts with rage directed towards the pink haired hero. “The fuck do you have up your ass??” You shouted at the Hero, fingers curling to form fists at your side. “I know I'm not great with a sword or weapon but you don’t need to be a bitch when you train me!”
“I have something up my ass??” Legend scoffed, continuing. “The fuck is wrong with you?? If anyone has something up their ass, it’d be you. I'm trying to keep your ungrateful ass safe.”
“Yeah, sure, keep me safe by fucking suffocating me! There’s a diffrence in teaching and coddling, and your fucking coddling me.”
“If you want to go get yourself skewered by a moblin, please, be my guest. I’ve tried so many methods but apparently you're dumber than a flock of coucous, so please, tell me I have a stick up my ass for training you again.”
Legend makes a showy act of sheathing the short sword, turning away from you.
“When you’re ready to act like an adult I'll train you again.”
— — — — — —- —- — —-
The Chain didn’t know the full story of what happened, but could tell the tension between you two was high. The angry and downright deadly glares you sent each other enough to make even the other heroes feel as if they would be on the receiving end of one if they tried to intervene. It was weighing on the group dynamics.
This was until a very observant Wind pointed out you slipping a vial of ointment into the Vets bag.
From there, they paid further attention to the behaviour from you and the Legendary hero. Though you both held such a severe grudge against one another, there was a consistent behaviour observed by the rest of the group of small, hidden acts of kindness for one another.
As days turned to a near two weeks of back and forth, vocal arguments then kind gestures behind the others back, Twilight eventually decided to speak up.
“Yall’re actin’ worse than a pair o’ kiddos.” He scoffed one day, turning heads.
“I beg your pardon?” You demand of the Twilight hero.
“I mean what I said! The pair of ya ain’t getting along worth naut, and then being kind behind each other's back. Yer actin’ like Colin and Beth.”
Now that caught your attention.
You were honestly in a speechless state of sorts. Genuinely baffled by the hero comparing y'all to children.
“The fuck?” Legend seemed to have shared your thoughts.
You thought back to all the small acts of kindness being done discreetly for you, finding your laundry done, a new bar of tallow soap (a luxury among this crew) in your bag after a visit to a castle town when you made a big deal of trying to find some and being unable.
Was…. was all that Legend? Based on the contemplation on his face it very well could have been, and no doubt he was contemplating the small acts of kindness you were discreetly showing him, his mind was probably running a mile a minute as he replayed the last two weeks in his mind over and over.
‘We need to have a talk then.’ You decide, resolving to approach him when the time was right.
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Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long. You found yourself approached by Legend later that night, whilst the Chain sat around the fire, conversations lifting up over the smoke and filling the clearing in which y’all resided with laughter and the joyous sounds of comradery.
“We need to have a talk.” He said simply, to which you nodded and began rising to your feet.
He led you towards the furthest end of the clearing, and lowered himself against a tree with a grunt. You followed him to the ground sitting besides him.
“So…” You try to start, the words escaping you.
“We have to talk about that… fight for lack of better words.” Legend spoke, turning to look you in the eyes. “I genuinely have no qualms with you, I was getting really frustrated and shouldn’t have shouted or berated, but you shouldn’t have either. I wasn’t coddling you, I’m trying to make sure you don’t die. But you aren’t understanding that, you just see me being an asshole.”
You look away and let it sink in for a moment.
“It’s the way you speak to me and about me that pissed me off.” You pause for a long moment before taking a deep breath, heart racing,
“I enjoy your company so much, and I said a lot of things in anger to you, it wasn’t right. I don’t want that argument to linger longer though, I’m sorry it took so long to talk to you adult to adult.” You finish it and you both sit in silence for a long moment contemplating.
“We good now?” Legend gently asked after a few minutes of shared silence, violet eyes boring into your own.
Reader stubbornly refuses to inform the chain of their needs untill it catches up with them
You were hurting. You were pretty sure you knew why, the chain had led you up a moutain and across several miles without rest. The heroes are accustomed to treking large miles across distances across their vast Hyrules. You lagged behind the rest of the group, sluggish steps carring you forward. You body screamed at you, urging you to stop your stubborn march. Your leg buckled beneath you, sending you careening towards the rocky path beneath you. Your head spun as the concerned shouts of the Chain hit your ears. The pain from the fall echoing up through your abdomen. Many hands flited around you before a booming voice cut through everyones frenzy."Cut it out!" Time's voice boomed across the group, drawing your attention towards the eldests form. Hyrule stayed near your side, hads emiting a pink glow as he worked to diagnose the issue. "Can you speak? Are you okay?" His good eye wandered your body, seemingly attempting to find the cause of your fall. You opened your mouth, before allowing it to fall shut silent. "Im okay-" you whisper, voice quiet. Your head pounded, as if hundreds of tiny drummers decided to practive on your skull. Hyrule let out a unimpressed huff, as Time's glance shifted to a mix of concern. "We're going to call it for today!" Time shouted, adressing the others.
[Sorry for the short bit, I wanted to get/something/ out before a undetermined hiatus]
