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“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.”

Hyrule barges past Sky, making a beeline towards Legend with wide, fearful eyes. Legend, with the help of Time, sits up with a pained groan, bandages wrapping around his sides and chest, his forehead, and his left arm. He raises a hand to his head with a grimace on his face as Hyrule rushes over.

“Are you okay?” Hyrule asks, frantic hands settling on Legend’s shoulders as Hyrule looks him over with a critical eye. “I saw you go down and I couldn’t get to you and—“

“Relax, ‘Rule,” Legend chuckles, his good hand reaching up to grab Hyrule’s wrist. “I’m fine. It takes more than a couple scratches to take me down.”

“I wouldn’t call those scratches,” Time mutters to himself.

Hyrule studies Legend for another moment before leaning over and pressing the lightest, chaste kiss to the crown of his head. Legend furrows his eyebrows in confusion as Hyrule pulls away and, without skipping a beat, begins rambling.

“My monsters are dangerous, though! They have the numbers on their side and I usually have to run away before I get too hurt. There are hordes like that everywhere and—“ Hyrule pauses, finally noticing the blank perplexed look on Legend’s face. “What’s wrong?”

Legend shakes his head, bewilderment dissolving into nonchalance—and least until the pain kicks in and he grimaces again. “Nothing, you just kissed my head is all. Took me by surprise.”

Hyrule frowns. “Wait is that weird?” He turns to the others before Legend can answer, all of them watching the two with various degrees of amusement. “Is that one of those weird things? Like Four’s rock collection he fuses with other people’s rock collection for good luck?

Four bristles. “They’re called Kinstones and they’re not a rock collect—!”

“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say yes, that’s one of those “weird things”,” Warriors interrupts before Four can go on his tangent, physically quoting “weird things” as if Hyrule couldn’t hear the quoting in his voice already.

“One of those weird but endearing things,” Time corrects, giving Hyrule a fond smile when he turns to look at him. “Typically, for me at least, we save that kind of affection for our significant other and our children.”

Hyrule flushes, drawing everyone’s attention away from Twilight, who has a blush of his own dusting his cheeks. “O-oh, uh, for me, we do that with anyone we care about.” He rubs the back of his neck, fidgeting awkwardly. “If that’s too weird I can—“

“The rich are like that for me,” Legend interrupts. “The middle class and the poor, not so much, but my Zelda does the same thing to me all the time and we’re just friends. Relax.”

“Amazing how so much changes over time,” Sky comments with a grin as Hyrule goes back to checking over Legend’s injuries. Wild and Time exchange a glance at that.

I assume you mean Hyrule if you’re talking about NES Zelda games :D But I’m also big on the NES Zelda games!!

-

“How did you even learn how to use magic?” Wind asks as they’re walking along an old and beaten path.

“You’ll never believe me,” Hyrule chuckles in reply. “Compared to what you guys have done? My own experiences will just be weird.”

Wind grabs his sleeve and tugs on it with a whine. “But I wanna know! Your magic is so cool and I wanna learn!”

“Uh,” Hyrule splutters. “I’m not sure if teaching you magic is a good idea... you’re a little young—“

“Are you seriously gonna pull the “you’re too young” card?” Wind snaps, giving Hyrule a death glare. “I thought you were cooler than that!”

Again, Hyrule splutters as he tries to amend his mistake. “Th-thats not what I meant! I—“

“Then what did you mean, because it sounds like you’re saying I’m too young! I’m a hero like the rest of you!”

Oh boy. Hyrule gulps, using a finger to pull out his collar a little. “Wind, it’s not a maturity thing,” Hyrule says in hopes of the kid understanding what he means. “It’s your physical age that’s the problem! I know you’re a hero like the rest of us, and I’m not doubting you or anything it’s j-just...”

Wind is staring at him with a raised eyebrow, but he’s not spitting profanities like Hyrule thought he would be, which is a step in the right direction.

So he takes a deep breath before continuing, “Magic is very... volatile, in a sense. Even if you can use magic, at your age it would be hard to control because you don’t have a lot of experience but you have a lot of energy.” Hyrule scratches the back of his head, peering at Wind shyly only to see the lad taking on a look of consideration. Encouraged, Hyrule adds, “If I taught you a spell, it would probably blow up in your face.”

“Oohh!” Wind nods sagely, giving Hyrule a thumbs up. “I getcha!”

Hyrule waits, but Wind doesn’t say anything else. He still looks like he’s pondering over something, which is rather unnerving because what could he possibly be contemplating?

Later in the day, Wind approaches him once more, holding a white baton. The item radiates magical energy, powerful energy, too. Before Hyrule can say anything, Wind holds the baton up.

“If you can’t teach me magic, maybe I can teach you something?”

“You just want me in your debt so I have to teach you magic later, don’t you?”

Wind grins, but doesn’t confirm nor deny. It’s all the confirmation Hyrule needs. He sighs.

“Alright, I’ll bite,” Hyrule fully turns to Wind, eyeing the baton and deciding to humor him. “What have you got?”

“Watch.” With that, Wind lifts the baton and moves it up, right, and left in a pattern, and Hyrule hears a different chime with each movement, each one louder than the last. With a wink, Wind points the baton at Hyrule, and a blast of air assaults him as the wind suddenly changes direction.

“Woah,” Hyrule gasps hair now sticking up in every direction physically possible. “You can control the wind?”

“That’s my title, doofus,” Wind playfully jeers.

Hyrule coughs into his fist. “Right. Uh... how did you do it?”

Wind goes through the motions again, and Hyrule copies him carefully, letting his magic tingle in his fingertips as he moves his hands up, right, left, up, right, left...

At first, Hyrule thinks nothing will come of this, but after about ten minutes, Hyrule suddenly finds the air malleable to his touch, the wind curling around his fingertips and swirling around his body like a caress.

“Woah...” Wind breathes, watching him with wide green eyes.

“Yeah,” Hyrule replies, a wide grin slowly spreading across his face. “This is amazing...”

Just as the words leave his lips, the wind suddenly blasts him in the face once more. Hyrule coughs, stumbling back with his hair now a million times worse and his clothes windswept.

Wind starts howling with laughter at the sight, arms wrapping around his stomach as he curls in on himself. Hyrule gives him a wobbly smile.

Update! Chapter 2 is up. I’m expecting one more, but who knows at this point LOL

Oh man this one is over 12k I’m… *sweats* I hope you enjoy! Summary under the cut!

I have one more chapter of this to post, and then all the prompts will be started and added to this :D

In the meantime, if you still wanna send prompts, I’ll gladly take them. It will take time for me to write them all, and I’m sorry I’m so late on getting to them, but rest assured, I have not forgotten, nor have I abandoned any of them.

I did a Live Write for the server! It was a lot of fun!! 

Also, this was entirely inspired by a piece of art done by @facial-hair-fanatic-artdump that I left a link to at the end of the work.

I hope you enjoy! Summary under the cut!

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