Synopsis: Fae Rulie. He’s swooning and is being equally adorable and dumb about it.

Note: This is my only day off since… like what? mid august? No clue when i’ll actually have a moment to breathe again. So here’s the product of me being the largest rulie simp to walk the earth.

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Sorry this one’s been sitting so long! This is going to be a bit of a ramble, but it’ll make sense! Took some liberties!!

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Player/Guide!reader is the epitome of comfort to the boys. Much of their lives they have been taught through experience to trust no one —not even their own goddess— lest they get a dagger in the back. And at first they are cautious. A person with no ties to hyrule who is so eerily familiar with the heroes and utterly bewitching? They’re half convinced you are a trick, meant to play on their insecurities and trauma.

Time gathers his recollections first. He remembers your calm voice correcting his form and swings, your encouragement to keep improving— not with the intent of killing, but with only his safety at heart. He’d buried his blade within the thick trunk of a tree and heard your old whispers through his ears, and it all made sense. That even as his bones were cracked and reformed and the threads of time unraveled, you were consistent. Even when he wasn’t the same him that you loved before, you were back again. Protecting him, even if he didn’t need it. You were arms for him to return to and someone to hold and love.

Legend remembered almost on accident. He’d bolted up from the solid earth, rings snagging at his hair as his fingers tugged at the root. His chest rose and fell rapidly, like that of a frightened animal. You’d cautiously found your way in front of him, talking him down from the world within. Your hands massaged his palms easing the tension and removing his hair from his grip. You’d done this many times before, he realised. You were all he had for the months after leaving Koholint, your unconditional love despite his less than stellar attitude was something he felt guilty to forget. But perhaps now he’d be content to make up for it by letting you keep him there, curled up against your chest… even if he’d get some teasing.

Twilight didn’t actually remember on his own. In fact, he’s so stubborn and protective over the ‘pack’ that he likely wouldn’t have if it weren’t for Epona. For a large part, he trusted her judgment. Most animals did have a keener sense for natural disasters, but she always seemed to have a good sense of character. Sure, it was odd enough she ate right out of your hand with a happy nicker, but she just really liked apples. She’s a horse, she’s easily bribed. But even then, he’s not sure how much bribing it would take for her to lay down and let you braid flowers through her freshly brushed mane. It was trust. From all the other times you did it absentmindedly —occasionally even to him— it seems her trust in character was still sharp.

Warriors was actually slightly embarrassed by how he came to remember. Dripping wet from the rain and favourite cloak littered with mud and holes, he was rather cranky. He got showered and changed —thank the three they were at an inn— and decided to leave the stained and worn clothes as a tomorrow problem. That was until his prized blanket scarf found its way into to your mits. He tried to snatch it back, earning some odd looks and the shutter of the sheikah slate. You were frustratingly difficult to catch. It seemed that hadn’t changed. When he was ultimately successful, however, he realised that you’d actually been making an incredibly successful job at washing and repairing it as you’d done thousands of times before. He remembers you my firelight, cobalt swathed over your lap as your needle glided through the fabric. He remembered trying to imitate your stitches. He remembered how he never quite got it right.

He let you finish working.

Four was having a crisis. Do not let his indifference fool you, this man is a wreck. Best believe that beyond his surprisingly stubborn stoicism, the colors are shaking each other by the shoulders and screaming. Red recognised you immediately. His heart was quite literally moulded after your soft words and carefully love, he couldn’t forget you so long as he had a soul. Green being the mediator between them all and heard his quiet utters. The most honest a man could be that his adoration was infectious. It was you who taught him who he was. Blue took a while. So strong-willed in his stance, the he forgot you were the one to teach him to take a stand. He forgot it was you who willed him to fight for what he loved. Vio fell last, what would you expect of the mind. He hardly noticed it. The way his thoughts timed to you, the way he sought your presence and craved your voice. It was you who taught them how to be separate and yet loved them wholly. And such loyalty could only be payed back.

Wind remembered you in fragments. He remembers his parent by oath, who shielded him from the vast world he was so desperate to see. He didn’t understand it at first. But loosing you, especially when his memory wasn’t fully gone like the others, was rough. He mourned and grieved, even if he didn’t realise it. He missed being cared for. Without the looming question of what favor needed done or when it would go away. He missed you. It took a while to heal. For him to feel ok trusting in people again, even eventually curling up next to Wars when he’d try to sleep. He felt guilty, as if he were betraying you when you dug up dead feelings. But it’s hard to be a rebellious rascal when your partner in crime is finally returned to you especially after you were concerned you killed them. It takes him a while to process your back, but he’s back at your side, tugging you along by the hand as he explains his next devious prank.

Hyrule remembers you through his magic. The way your heart stutters as he heals you is familiar, a beat he’s fallen asleep to many times before and the life within it is one he can’t help but feel… connected to. He keeps a close eye out, his ears wiggling at the familiar music of your laugh and his skin unfamiliar without your own to cradle it. You share a spirit with them, a bit of your soul and theirs and a small both of theirs in you. And yet his mind can’t call out to why. It keeps him awake, taunting at him. But he knows his soul yearns for the part with yours. He knows the rush of your blood and song of your soul. He knows he loves you. Even if he doesn’t get why.

Wild takes so long to remember you for exactly the reasons you’d expect. His mind hides away the most crucial parts of itself in plain sight, never to be noticed or recognized until the memories are far too warped and rotten to actually remember anything. Anything of note, that is. But for what it’s worth, he never really perceived you as a threat. You were homey and comfortable, a trait so unfamiliar to his life of travel, he didn’t care if it left a sword in his stomach. Besides, not any yiga could take on an act that long. He took off the cooked eggs and set them onto a separate plate as you sat quietly, Wind strewn over your torso. You hummed softly the same work song he’d sung for years. One for which he didn’t know the origin, not until hearing you for what felt like the first time again. He couldn’t help but hum along.

Sky was cursed to forget you.

Of course i don’t mind you asking!

tw: mentions of blood and injury, general yandere stuff

Fae Rulie knew upon meeting you his motives.

The others glared and leered from their busying spots around camp, distrustful of your unexpected addition to their travels. Battered and bleeding, you were dropped into his arms. You were handed directly to him, and not for a moment did he consider handing you over when he was asked.

A cold glare met whoever’s hand dared graze your skin, some poor excuse of them tampering with his magic falling from his lips.

It was kind, for his kind.

It was mercy.

Under normal circumstances for his people they would’ve been blinded; such a disrespect placed upon your vision was not tolerated.

Cool magic flowed easily from the pads of his scarred fingers and into the living warmth of your skin. Your wounds had been long healed, your body no longer absorbing his magic. He felt as it circulated through your body, mixing and melding with your blood.

He loved your blood. It was a beautiful and lush shade of red. He’d pray to one day have the taste of it on his lips, memorising and savouring the very thing that keeps you

alive. But make no mistake, he would not let another person so much as spill even a drop of your blood. He’d sooner resurrect every evil of Hyrule before letting harm befall you.

He snapped out of his lovesick stupor, reverent hands cupping your cheeks as he rested your head in his lap. You’d be his. It wasn’t an order or a claim or a suggestion. It was a fact.

It would be.

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The blackness that swallowed your limbs gave way to a soft light. Your body was suspended in time, floating atop its waters.Your eyes opened and that soft light opened to a world. You were floating atop water, it lapped at your limbs as you floated. The current guided you to the nearest edge, and you sat upon the lip of the pool. It looked much similar to a blossoming flower, lush pink petals folding out from the bubbling water in the centre. Little balls of light danced in the air, each a different colour. You could hear them laughing among themselves, little wings fluttering about. The whole scene was nothing short of enchanting, soft piano and violin accompanying your amazement. The water began to bubble, and before you could fully skitter back, there was a woman. Her hair was long and fell in loose curls, her face was decorated with ornate makeup and gems, her clothes here finer than any human tailor could make. But perhaps most captivating of all -aside from the fact she was giant and just emerged from the water- were the wings that sprouted out from in front of her pointed ears.

“I see you are awake little one” Her voice was soft and warm, your nerves were put to rest “Your soul was embroidered with quite a bit of dark magic, but worry not, I fixed it” You stood slowly, unsure of what to do. She held out a large hand, asking for you to step on. You do so carefully, and she smiles kindly. “You are far from home little one” You sit down on the palm of her hand, and she brings you to eye level “I will allow you refuge if you can offer us anything” Your nerves set back in, all you could really do was sing, and your parents had already spent enough time explaining why it would never get you anywhere.

“I’m sorry ma’am, i’m afraid all I can do is sing” She laughs, it’s light and airy, her eyes lighting.

“That is just perfect my dear. Us faeries love music” She set you back down gently as a small light grew from your chest and enveloped your form. “Worry not, little one, I'm simply ensuring your safety while you stay with us. I’m sure you’ve heard the stories of our enchantments”

And so bagan your new reality, sworn protection by the fae in return for your singing. The little fairies took some time to trust you, but soon you always had one on your shoulder or another asleep in your hair. You were safe here, free to roam the heart of the forest. You learned what to forage, what plants made good food and what flowers made for good tea. It was on one such trip foraging that you heard footsteps. He waded through the tall grasses and wove through the trees. You watched from the branches as he made his way through the forest, directly towards its heart. You’ll admit that something about him struck you, his careful steps avoiding the ruin of the forest, the hopeful gleam in his eyes as he wandered, you were captivated. But no person comes out this far, no people seek the help of great fairies anymore, not unless it’s to steal and bottle the young fairies. Your path back to the Great fairy and her fountain was quite simple now you had it memorised, but it would’ve been challenging for anyone who was unfamiliar. As soon as you stood on the lip of the fountain she appeared, examining your worried expression.

“What troubles you, my dear” She cupped both of her hands and let you crawl in.

“There’s a boy in the forest- he’s coming here” Your voice shook, and for the first time you’d been awake in this unfamiliar land, you felt scared. She smiled that knowing grin and pressed you to her cheek.

“He has no ill intent little one, there is no need for your worry.” She sets you back down and leans on the edge of the fountain with her forearms, most of her submerged in the water. “Now, how about a song? Those always calm you down, do they not?” Her suggestion was gentle, redirecting your worry towards something else. You hummed, trying to warm up your voice as you thought of a song. One sprang to mind, looking around at the magic that surrounded you.

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream” You made sure to feel the slow sway and swell of the music as you remembered it. “I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam” The fairy in front of you smiled and closed her eyes as she enjoyed your singing more than you parents ever did. “And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you'll do” The smaller fairies gathered to listen, some settling on your shoulders. “You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream” You finished there and the great fairy opened her eyes. She smiled, her eyes searching your face before glancing behind you.

“My, that was certainly a wonderful performance. Wouldn’t you agree?” Her eyes looked expectantly at the boy behind you, the same from before. He stared at you as if he were enchanted by your voice, large eyes staring at you in awe. When he noticed you staring back, his eyes widened.

“Beautiful” He managed to stammer out.

“Thank you” You smiled, knowing that the great fairy was right, he was harmless.

I’ve been craving to write some Hyrule. It’s a need, not a want. So here y’all go. Based on a submission by the lovely @fandomsarefamily1966

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Never in the entire time you’d been traveling alongside the chain were you scared of Hyrule. the person, the place was dangerous as fu- He’d proven time and time and time again that so long as he lived, he would not make you uncomfortable. He knew when to pull back and give you space, when to leave a spot for you to sit together in silence and would always stop to listen if you needed help. Of course your heart latched to him. His crooked smile was enough to make anyone swoon, and yet he bore it so freely. His eyes crinkled and he had a small shallow dimple near his chin on the right side. You’d spent so long committing him to memory, each tuft of soft brown hair and each freckle like the stars in the sky. He was familiar. Homey and safe, the person you’d search for after battles not for healing, but to know that you were safe. Perhaps that was healing, but it was of no spell. You were, however, bewitched. Enamoured by each conversation and entranced by every soft touch. He was your definition of safety and comfort, everything possibly good in the world. But your nerves were alight as you looked at him across the clearing. Your heart fluttered seeing him among the flowers. He fit so perfectly. You couldn’t live without knowing if he too saw you like this, if he believes there is good things in the cruel world because he can find goodness in you. You push the thought away before you could give yourself too much hope. But then again, what if he did? What if he too watched you, unable to speak as you took the heart from his chest and cradled it as if it were something precious. What if he too were to scared to admit that he could love, because any time he did it only ended with pain and that cold loneliness. You stood, hoping that however this would happen, that fate would be as kind to you as he was.

Hyrule sat with a book in his lap, pages left open to the sky. He’d been entangled in those pages maybe an hour or so ago, but there’s only so many sonnets he could read without wandering back to you. He had that habit of wandering for as long as he could remember. Now, it was even his namesake. Known for being bound to nowhere, no real home where he can run for solace and friends who are fond of him because the time that passes before he sees them. When his body wanders, there’s no telling where he’ll be. But how is it that when his mind wanders it always wanders back to you? Never once has he been so bound. Never once has he found himself so wholly taken by something or someone. But he shouldn’t be too surprised, you’d been keen on making him realise things about himself. The fragility of a person and how truly rewarding the trust of a true friend can be. The daisies he chained together were much like you. Fragile and yet so persistent, finding their place in flowerbeds, fields, songs and sonnets. You were transcendent to one idea or concept, ever changing and beautiful. And there you were again, sitting across from him quietly, as if he were something to bask in. Your hands fiddled with the grass in front of you, halving the thicker blades.

“Hey rulie” Your smile was small and restrained, bothered and dampened. The brightness in your eyes sapped out until you were back to timid. He handed you the unfinished chain of daisies. They were supposed to be your crown, woven of the world he saw in you, but if the unfinished chain refreshed your wilted expression, he didn’t mind.

“Hello, flower” He played off the nickname with a grin, receiving one of your own in return. It was dull, not so vibrant as he’d grown used to, and it faded quickly to a strained frown. “You are ailed, what is it that bothers you” He found himself leaning forward, trying to catch your attention, to break you from whatever plagued your mind.

“I-“ Your nerves were alight, heart all you could hear. You thought he had it, so why was it you could hear it now? Maybe it best for him. That must’ve been it. “I need you to listen the whole way through and not stop me, is… that alright to ask?” His response was immediate, firm and confident.

“Of course”

You take a deep breath “I’ve been thinking lately, about what it means to be alive” You began, slow and cautious. You really wished you’d thought this out a little more before coming over to spill your guts. “About how people work, their minds creating worlds incomprehensible to us. Worlds that may never be, and have never been.” You look at the chain of daisies looped together in your hand, careful work. Caring work. Just like how he was with you. “I’ve been doing that a lot lately, creating worlds. I find you’re often in them too” His eyes widen in curiosity, head tilting ever so slightly in intrigue. “Worlds where I as never from a different one, Worlds where we met sooner. Worlds where I walk alongside you” You smile, those worlds were always your favourite to think over. He fawns over your dreaminess, that the thought of him could quell the storms of your mind, a raging sea now calm waters. “I like to think that you have some small piece of me. That you carry a part of me with you, to see the world, to live with” He wishes he does. He wishes you’d let him. He wishes to badly to have you, through the good days and bad. “And I think you’ve taken my heart.” You choke on the words, as if speaking them will take you past the point of no return. “Taken it from me still beating, and yet I still live” You can’t find it in yourself to look at him, to see the judgement he made of your words. He can’t find it in himself to stay quiet. His hands cup either side of your cheeks, your eyes snapping to his with the fear and sorrow of a rejection that he would not give to you. He’d read hours worth of sonnets and prose, and yet your words were worth more than the whole book.

“I love you.” He says. It’s honest and a soft. A promise that he is yours as much as you say you are his. The words all he is, all he has to give. He is a man of no riches, but he makes up in honor, the sincerity of his words a branding on his soul. He loves you. With so much of him it bleeds into what he does and says, something so inherent to him. He had to learn how to walk so he could wander, but he did not have to learn to love you. That was something he was made for.

“All that build up and you aren’t going to let me say it first?” You sink into the warmth of his calloused hands and let yourself grow weak. He would not claw at your heart now that he had it.

“I’m sorry, go ahead”

“I love you, Link”