#time x reader

Four

“Ow,” Four winced, touching the side of his head.

“You ok?” you turn as you walk, shifting the bag on your back as you do.

“Fine,” he mumbles. “Just a headache.”

“Ok, give me a sec,” you take your arms out of the straps of your bag, swing it around to the front of your body, then put the backpack back on backwards so you can dig through it.

“I don’t need a potion,” Four says quickly. “Honestly, it wouldn’t even help. It’s just a headache.”

“Four, if you’re complaining about a headache, it’s serious,” you continue digging through your bag, remembering the various injuries he’d taken without so much as a wince. You guess black smiths were just built different. “I’ve got some Tylenol. One pill and some water and you should feel right as rain.”

“A potion wouldn’t help,” Four says again. “It’s not an injury.”

“Good thing this isn’t a potion, then,” you take out the small white bottle, then proceed to struggle with the child-proof cap. 

“I’ve seen you give that to some of the others,” he points at the bottle. “They eat it and then they feel better. Potion. Maybe not liquid, but still.”

“It doesn’t actually heal anything,” you explain, grunting as you try to open the cap. “The thing causing the headache will still be there. It just blocks the pain.”

“How would there be no pain if the injury is still there?” Four raises an eyebrow.

“It’s like… how do I explain this,” you muse. “So, your nerves send signals to the brain. Think of them like little mail men, taking messages from where the pain is to you. This blocks those signals. The mailmen are still there with their letters, but now the letters can’t get to where they’re going, so no pain.”

“So I’m full of tiny little mailmen,” Four smirks.

“Sure,” you laugh, then finally pop the cap off the bottle and shake a single pill out of the container. You hold it out to Four. He takes it, looks it over, then pops it into his mouth.

“Wha–!?” you sputter, your hand still reaching for your water bottle. “Did you just dry swallow it?”

“Yes?” Four winces at the after taste. “Why? Was that wrong?”

“I mean, no, it’s fine,” you close your bag, still bewildered. “It’s demented, but you won’t, like, die.”

“Who are you calling demented?” He grins.

“You just took a pill without water!” you cry. “Who does that!?”

Time

Time was old. Mentally, yes, he was probably like 60 or something as far as you or anyone else could figure, but physically as well. Most of the other heroes were in their twenties or younger. Time was in his thirties, and with the added stress of hero work he might as well have been forty.

He had old injuries that still ached, and the past strain on his body had definitely sped up how quickly he developed arthritis. You noticed the way he would massage his hands occasionally. Or wince when he woke up. It was your job to notice these things after all. 

Unfortunately, heroes were stubborn and selfless. Most attempts to help them were met with “I’ve had worse” or “so-and-so needs it more.” And from what you could tell, Time had never been “mothered” in the traditional sense, making it all the more unlikely he would accept anything you had to offer. He thought your help was necessary for the others, not him. It was noble. And incredibly stupid.

You had to find alternative ways to help him.

“Tea?” you hold up a mug to him as he passes where you’re sitting, your own cup held loosely in your other hand.

“That’s not suspicious at all,” Time frowns at the mug.

“What’s suspicious about tea?” you take a sip from your mug.

“Yeah, old man, when has tea ever gone wrong?” Wild, currently also enjoying a cup of tea next to you, smiles. 

“Tea isn’t suspicious,” Legend nods, clutching his own mug close to his chest.

“Not at all,” you agree, nodding in a totally not suspicious way.

“Then why are the two people you’re always after about pain management the only ones drinking it?” Time points at Wild, who often got whole-body aches that he liked to try to ignore, then at Legend, who, like Time, had arthritis in his hands, but was more willing to take medicine for it.

“Maybe they’re the only two who happened to walk past,” you take another long sip from your cup.

“What’s in the tea?” Time sighs.

“Uhhh, it’s green tea, so Camellia leaves,” your arm is starting to get tired from holding the extra mug out to him. “And some honey.”

Time raises an eyebrow. He didn’t remember having honey in the camp supplies.

“We just got it. Wild shield-surfed face-first into a hive,” you explain. The Link in question gives you a thumbs up when you glare at him.

“So this tea is just to use up the honey?” Time takes the mug carefully.

“Can’t really store it all. Our jars are for fairies or potions,” Legend shrugs.

“I kept one jar,” Wild smiles.

“Fine,” Time takes a drink. Success!

“Oh! And I added some turmeric and ginger,” you admit, looking away from him as you do. You glance at your surroundings in a nonchalant manner. “They have anti-inflammatory properties. Figured you could use it.”

“I knew it,” Time narrows his eyes (eye), but takes another drink of tea. “You were trying to medicate me.”

“Is it helping?” you ask. He flexes his hand, thinking.

“...Yes,” he finally admits, shoulders slouching in defeat.

Sky

“That’s not what happened!” Sky scowls. He had been recounting his attempt to catch the apparently portal-using mail man when a few of the others had begun teasing him about his inability to run.

“That’s totally what happened,” Legend smirks.

“Sounds like asthma,” you shrug, turning away from the conversation to inspect Twilight’s side. Apparently there was some evil magic that you couldn’t see infecting the wound, and while you were no mage, you were a medic, and infection of any kind, magic or otherwise, was unacceptable.

“Asthma…?” Nine heads tilt inquisitively sideways, various looks of confusion on their faces.

“Do you guys not know what asthma is?” Now it’s your turn to be confused.

The blank looks you get back speak for themselves.

“Okay,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to think. “Athma is like… your throat gets tight and it gets really hard to breathe. Sometimes it feels like someone is sitting on your chest, making it really hard to get air in.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s pretty accurate,” Sky smiles.

“How do you not know what asthma is? If you have asthma you should have an inhaler.” You stand up, forgetting Twilight’s magic wound for a moment, and start rummaging through your bag. There wasn’t really a way to treat inflammation like that with the herbs you had available, but you had to have something.

“I thought it was just because I grew up in Skyloft,” Sky shrugs. “The air down here is just different.”

“That’s not how altitude changes work. The air up there is thinner, meaning Skyloftians should have an easier time breathing near the surface,” you say exasperatedly.

“Oh,” Sky blushes.

“So it’s an illness?” Warriors glances at Sky and takes a not-so-subtle step away.

“No, it’s genetic. You can’t ‘catch’ it, if that’s what you’re afraid of,” you roll your eyes. A few of the boys snicker at Wars’ look of relief.

“But is there a cure?” Sky sounds hopeful. “You said something about me needing to have something.”

“An inhaler. Not a cure, just a way to treat the symptoms,” you give up digging through your bag. “It’s medicine that you breathe in. And I have no way of making it here. If we ever go to my era I’m breaking into a pharmacy and getting you one.”

“Surely there must be something you can do without traveling to your era,” Time says.

“Not really,” you grimace. “We can limit triggers. If you didn’t have issues on Skyloft your asthma might be triggered by humidity? Or pollen? But it sounds like it’s triggered by exercise, which… well, you might have chosen the wrong profession.”

“You could say that again,” Legend snorts.

“Well, not much to be done,” Sky hums. “I’ve been alright up until now. I should be fine.”

“I’m still swiping you an inhaler if we wind up in my era,” you mutter, adding it to your growing list of things to either buy or steal from a modern pharmacy (some of the meds these boys needed were prescription, which you wouldn’t really be able to get otherwise).

You reminisce the days before you were working under the Royal Family as a researcher - you were just a normal hylian who just ventures off to the woods without a second glance, a reckless one at that. That one impulsive girl who used to ran havoc when Ingo, the sycophant, was in charge.

In Castle Town, when you were a kid, busy gazing upon the crystal water by the fountain was also the moment you’ve met Link - your husband. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant meeting, you dreadfully remembered slipping down to the water after catching a glimpse of the young boy around your age - face flat. Malon had to help you back up, while also giggling right in-front of your face sulk in water.

In the present, you uphold that ‘unforgettable embarrassing’ golden memory into your heart.

You’ve been getting letters from Malon - The owner of Lon Lon Ranch and your sister - about her business and how its faring, you’ve sometimes visited to help around the place as a way to remember the good old days. It’s also been a way to distract yourself from the growing sense of concern for Link’s safety.

Perhaps you’ve been a lot more stress from the amount of paperworks given to you - the ranch was a sanctuary away from all the workload handed to you. A thought lingers if you can manage a small quiet life with Link, maybe establishing a house somewhere near the woods?

Speaking of your husband, you’ve patiently waited for months after his departure towards a portal he had saw - and the alarming amount of monsters coming through that would soon threaten Hyrule. The forest you’ve been checking to see the paths you used to take were safe, it wasn’t - it was swarmed with a bunch of them from what you’ve gathered, some you weren’t familiar with. It hasn’t made any advances towards the castle, Zelda was aware of this predicament.

Gathering your things to head out of the library, taking a brief moment to collect your thoughts - reading the written works on the papers, and stuffing all of the materials inside your bag. You’re not bothered to arranged it neatly inside, you made sure to bid farewell to the knights guarding outside the library.

You always have a letter left to one of them, delivering it for the Queen to be updated about your progress.

Castle Town was lively as ever; bustling with children running around the place, laughter filled the atmosphere, and cuccos flocking around as ever. You went to the nearby stables that was keeping your horse occupied and taken care of while you worked for hours inside the castle.

A trip to your sister’s ranch wasn’t too far, the horse saves you enough time before the sun goes down. The aroma around the farm was pleasant, it is the only place you could ever call home. Guiding the horse back to its respective stable, a cheerful voice made you shift your gaze.

“There she is!” Malon excitedly rushes towards you, arms all open leading up to crushing you into a tight hug. Her cheek was brushing against yours, the sudden embrace of your sister only made you chuckle.

Malon pulls away, her hands remain on your shoulder. “You’ve been at that castle for weeks!” squinting her eyes, observing your face momentarily, her hands that was briefly on your shoulder - it was now squishing your face.

“You haven’t been restin’ too!”

“Malon, Malon! I swear- I’m perfectly fine.” You hurriedly reassured her. Holding her wrists to stop squishing your cheeks, the scoldings only made you smile. “You don’t hafta worry about me.”

Malon returned a smile. “I know.” she says, her hands rests against her hips. “It’s good t’see you again. Father jus’ went out doin’ deliveries, but he’d be happy t’see ya.”

“Oh? When he’ll be back?”

“Soon. For now,” She nudges your elbow lightly, gingerly pointing with her thumb to the direction of the field. “Help me out ‘ere gatherin’ cuccos and liftin’ flour.”

“You don’t have to ask me.” Playfully rolling your eyes, nudging her elbow back.

Malon paused for a moment, gently wrapping her hand around yours. “Any updates from Link?” Quirking up a brow, with a reassuring smile.

“Well - he told me about meeting new faces, and I quote, a group of capable young boys.” You responded, leading both of you and your sister outside of the barn.

Malon hummed in acknowledgment. “Sounds like ‘em ‘n he ain’t alone, huh? Glad yer ‘ere for t’night, how long are ya’ stayin’?”

“A week.” Leaning your head towards her shoulder. “You’re gonna be put up with me for awhile, Mal.”

You only got a huff in faux annoyance from her. Momentarily, her free hand went up to pinch your cheek - an old habit from her.

———

You silently watched from the window as the sun slowly goes down - you admired the sunset. Especially from this view inside your sister’s house, it’s been a while since you’ve worked around the ranch. No wonder your hands ache from all the work.

Malon had insisted on making dinner in which you’re thankful for that, you took a small glance seeing her chopping vegetables on the board - as insides of the pot boils. The sight could only make your mouth curved up into a smile.

Your eyes flickered back to the paper on the table before you, there was evident ink smudges - but it didn’t make the words you wrote illegible. Writing letters has become a daily routine; with the Queen and additionally for him.

Folding the paper into half enough to fit inside the envelope. The postman always comes around - you reveled at the sight of Link’s letter the first time but then a thought crosses through your mind on how the hell did the postman delivered a message across portals.

You’ll try to ask a question but you’re just glad to read about him faring well - especially not being alone this time. Placing the envelope to the side when you heard Malon calling you over for arranging the plates.

“Any progress from yer research?” She asked, wanting to spark up a conversation between the two of you. Malon sat down beside you, resting against her palm. “It better be good, stayin’ inside that castle-“

You shrugged absentmindedly which could only make Malon glare at you, “Its a hefty progress - but with potential dangers along the way that is unfortunately hindering my work.” frowning at the thought of the forest being awfully quiet from one of your visits, which could only make you sigh. “It’s only my week break before I can go back to assist the royal family.”

“Jus’… don’t overexert yerself.” she gently patted your back. “l-“ she pointed to herself. “will force ya’ outta that place if ya’ did.” momentarily moving the finger to you accusingly with a deep frown on her face.

“I know.”

Your father came around just in time for dinner - a heartwarming moment between your beloved family. Just missing someone important.

You just hope he’ll be back sooner.

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It was quite entertaining though. Those two had been doing a pretty good job being stealthy up until some stall lady had started loudly trying to flirt with the captain and draw him in to buy whatever she was selling. Wind had scowled, loudly stating to her that his big brother was taken.

You and Time had turned around just in time to see a furious blush overtake Warriors' face, wondering why the hell the sailor had spoken at such a volume (and said those words!). And then his face had whirled around to you two, dreadfully realizing that they had been exposed.

You had looked on at them with a face-splitting grin, throwing your head back in laughter at the scene. Time had been caught between being terribly amused and annoyed, having wanted some privacy with you. Which is what led to your current situation.

"I feel like a teenager again," you giggled, "hiding from adults and sneaking around corners."

Time turned towards you and raised a single eyebrow. "And who were you sneaking around corners with back then?"

"Oh, no one important anymore," you said, that grin still on your face. "Baker's boy that I used to have a crush on. I think he's married now."

"That's good," he hummed. "Less for me to deal with."

"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow of your own. "And how would you have dealt with him?"

"Don't worry about that, darling."

Your heart fluttered. "D-darling?"

Time suddenly felt a bit nervous. Gods, he also hadn't felt like this since he was a teenager.

"Was that too much?" he asked. "Moving too fast?"

The flutter of your heart fell into the background as a teasing smile spread across your face; he loved that look on you.

"You're asking me that now?" you retorted. 

He tilted his head a bit in confusion, and you brought your hand up to his face, gently guiding him to take note of his surroundings. A furious blush of his own grew across his face.

"You've taken me inside of a jewelry shop, old man. Are you perhaps interested in buying me a ring?"

"I-I didn't—I didn't look at the shop before I entered," he stammered.

Both of you became very aware of the shopkeeper's presence. He stood looming before a jewelry case with a calm face that was betrayed by his seething gaze. He must've been watching you two for a while now.

"Are the two of you interested in anything?" he asked politely through gritted teeth. "If not, then I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave."

"Of course. My apologies, sir," you said.

Time gripped your hand once more and led you out of the store, walking back in the same direction you had come from to avoid the boys. He didn't let go of your hand, so you gave it a gentle squeeze and sent him a smile. He returned it with a soft smile of his own, thumb gently stroking your skin.

He liked these moments, the ones where the two of you were free of burdens and allowed to just enjoy each others' presence. They were fleeting these days, the burden of adventure often weighing down on them. But they existed, and he was glad that they did.

"I don't think we'll have much problem breaking the news to the boys," you mused.

"I agree wholeheartedly." He glanced at you, seeing you taking in the busy market. "Is there anything in particular making you say this?"

"Don't turn right now, but we just passed three more of them sitting at a table to our right."

He sighed heavily, waiting a few seconds before looking over his shoulder. Wild, Hyrule, and Four covered their faces with newspapers instantly, though one of them was upside-down; Hyrule quickly rotated it.

"Who else do you think we can find?" you asked. "I think we can turn this into a fun game."

Time grinned at you. "They've all got the same nosey spirit. I'm sure we'll spot the other four."

"I bet I can spot the next one before you."

"Oh, we'll see about that."

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Adding another log to the harth, the flimsy fire crackles back to life, filling the overly crowded cabin with a renewed wave of warmth. Blankets are strewn about the floor, bags and pillows stacked higher than the dirty plates of food left forgotten in the corners till the whole room looked like one, giant cozy nest.

From his place beside the fire, Time can see the growing frustration in everyone's faces as they scramble to figure out exactly how to stop Sky from winning their ongoing card game. They can't. Not with the cards Time knows is currently in Sky's hand. And given the smug grin on the softhearted knights face, he isn't going to be going easy on any of them any time soon. With a sly smirk, he glances over to the frosted covered window, watching the snowflakes begin to slow their decent from the raging blizzard that had trapped them inside for the day to a graceful dusting. Grabbing a nearby blanket, he quietly heads to the door, slipping outside just as he hears multiple groans and accusations of cheating quickly fill the space. Time chuckles to himself, letting the noise fade away when the door clicks shut behind him.

The cold air immediately stings his cheeks, but sinks contently into his lungs as he takes in a deep, calming breath of the fresh air. For how much he doesn't enjoy the cold, or the frozen water that seems to always accompany it, he has to admit it's beautiful in its own right. Sitting on the top step where the snow doesn't reach, he looks out to the mountain range the cabin is nestled in, seeing miles and miles of glistening white, reflecting against the stars sparkling just as brightly above. The world feels muffled, peaceful even.

"Hey, everything alright?"

Time's heart skips a beat at the sound of your voice, eyes immediately looking to where the sound had come from. Your head is poked out from behind the door, slightly tilted to the side with a quizzical expression. It's adorable. Not that he's going to tell you as much.

"Figured I would enjoy some fresh air while the storm died down." He replies, turning his attention back out towards the snow. Or at least pretends to while he listens for the door to creak closed, followed by the soft padding of your feet as you approach him.

"Mind if I join you?" You ask sweetly, already sitting down beside him. "Sky won the last round and I think the others are requesting a rematch. I don't think I can take another loss."

"Not at all" Time responds, hoping the growing rate of his heart will calm down.

"Gee I didn't realize just how cold it'd be out here." You mention, already wrapping your arms around yourself, hands rubbing at the already chilled limbs. You blow out an intentional breath, watching the puff of warm air float out into the world. "I don't think I'll ever get used to the idea that you can see your breath when it gets cold enough!"

"Luckily I brought this then." Time smiles, gesturing to the blanket held in his hands. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders he pulls you closer to his side, unfurling the blanket enough to drape half of it over your lap with the rest over his own. You beam up at him appreciatively, wiggling into his side, hands diving beneath the cozy material to keep warm. Keeping one arm around you he lets himself lean into you, not a lot, but enough for him to faintly register the way your breathing has quickened, along with your fingers that are now fidgeting with the blanket.

"I uhh-" you stammer, not meeting his gaze when he looks at you. "I actually have something I wanted to give you!" With a quirk brow, Time scoots away to give you enough room to reach into your bag. Out pops out a long thin box, tied up in a golden ribbon with a curly bow in top. "Here. This is for you!"

Slowly taking it from your hands, he undoes the ribbon, letting it drop to the ground while he peels open the top.

"What's this?"

Placed inside is what looks to be a wooden mask, carved and beautifully detailed to resemble that of a large leaf. It looks familiar, like he has seen it a thousand times but can't quite recall where.

"It's a mask!" You reply, tucking your knees up towards your chest. "It's meant to look like a korok mask. I tried making it myself but Sky had to help me- a lot...But I did all of the painting!"

"Koroks...?" Time mumbles, repeating the name over to help his memory catch up. "Oh, those are the small forest creatures in some of the boys eras correct?"

You nod your head with a smile. Scooting closer your arm brushes against him, reaching over to pick it up out of the box to properly place it in his hands. "I know how much you like masks and I thought this would be a nice addition to your collection and all"

"That's very sweet of you Y/n. But, why the Koroks?"

"You told me once that you had grown up in the forest with the kokiri. But legend has it that the kokiri are now what some of the others refer to as koroks! Creatures of the forest watched over by the Great Deku Tree!" Time's eyes are shifting between you and the mask, heart pounding in his chest as he intently listens to every words. Fingertips graze over the intricate details, painted different shades of green that accentuate each thought out line and curve of the mask as a whole.

"I figured-" you continued, eyes finally looking up to meet his. "If the stories were true then you should have one too. Ya know, to match your friends!"

A heavy silence fell between the two of you as Time stared at you, blue eye wide with an expression that was near impossible to read. Not that the man was ever easy to read to begin with but this felt different, like not even Time knew how he felt in the current moment. Panic begins to fester in your chest, worry that you had some how overstepped or worse- that he didn't like it.

"I'm sorry!" You immediately begin stuttering out. "Its dumb. I didn't mean to...you don't have too-!!"

Carefully placing the mask back in its box and setting it down by his feet, Time throws his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. His head rests on top of yours, hands braced against your back with his finger, slightly shaking, digging into the fabric of your shirt.

"I love it." He whispers, holding you even tighter. You push away from him in shock, tilting your head up to look back towards his face. There's a soft, genuine smile on his lips, and a few tears pooling in the corner of his good eye.

"Really?"

He nods, one of his hands sliding up to cup your cheek. "Really. Thank you. This means a lot." He leans down, planting a kiss to the middle of your forehead. You melt into his touch, cheeks heating at the contact while your own lips burst into a goofy grin. Wrapping your arms around his waist you rest your head against his chest, letting him continue to hold you as the snow continues to fall quietly around. Once again the world feels muffled, but this time there is a distinct warmth that touches every part of your soul as the two of you sit on the cabin steps, wrapped in the other's arms.

The slightest sliver of sun dappled at his feet in gratitude. He wiped a bead of sweat from beneath his dry, blonde bangs.

"What do you think, Navi? Pretty good, eh? I think I knocked that dungeon out faster than I beat Dampe in the grave race for the hookshot." A scalding orb of light flew before him.

"Don't get cocky. We both know why you completed the Shadow Temple so quickly, for one reason and one reason only."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Link knew he harbored many talents as a hero, and acting was not one of them. His cheeks were pecked with tinges of crimson deeper than his fire tunic.

"Here you stand every bit of a man, and yet your hormones remain of the boy you were 7 years ago."

"Wha-? Come on, Navi, it's not like I didn't have to conquer the Shadow Temple anyway."

She ricocheted up and down on his shoulder, a retaliatory motion. "Yes—for Zelda and Hyrule, not for the seamstress you can't stop gawking at."

Link gritted his teeth. Navi knew him well enough by this point, and so lying served no purpose. Perhaps he hadn't done a good job covering up the way his eyes would sop up the gorgeous seamstress deep in thought as she loomed over her sewing machine. Her garbled reflection through the window beckoned him to come in for a closer peek.

Ok, so maybe Navi wasn't wrong about his hormones. It's not like the sages gave him a manual on puberty. He remembered the first time he pulled the Master Sword from its pedestal and awoke before Rauru. The sight of his large hands confused him, feasibly less than the graveled timbre of his voice that rung out to question the great sage of light.

Then there was the time he had to pee when he first saw his-

"Link!" Navi slammed into his nose, causing his head to fly backward.

He lurched forward, cupping the small bump on his snoot. "You've got it wrong, Navi. I mean, goddesses, look around Hyrule; plenty of maidens have evolved with the passage of time. Look at Malon. Or Ruto. Or any single one of the Gerudo vai. And not one of them will sway me from my purpose."

"But you don't look at them like you look at the seamstress. You also don't act as awkward."

"Awkward? You think I act awkward? Do you think she thinks that I act awkward?"

With an irritated huff, she disappeared behind him. "Come on. Let's get your gauntlets and head to the Gerudo desert."

"But does she think I am awkward?" He mumbled as he led Epona to the base of Kakariko's stairwell. He decided to keep her stationed there with enough carrots for her to graze to her heart's content.

As Link entered Kakariko, his eyes darted back and forth warily, seeking out the women from the shop who had heckled him earlier. When he deemed the coast clear, he progressed forward, passing the single, sparse dwarf tree that one of the crotchety residents always sat plopped beneath. The man looked up at him as he passed, his vacant, dark eyes assessing him with judgment, straw slipping from the corner of his thin, crusty lips.

"What are you looking at?" He spat, allowing the straw to fall into the grass before picking it up and placing it back in between his lips like an infant in need of a nipple.

"Apologies." Link whispered, more to himself than the man as he took note of his hollowed ribcage that favored that of a redead's.

As he approached the seamstress's shop, he witnessed a small group huddled outside.

"What do you mean Fado wandered into the lost woods?" She griped, worry clouding her e/c eyes. Her dainty hand is cuffed around the polished handle of a bow she held.

Link paused. "Navi? Something is happening. Look." At his command, she returned to his shoulder, perched like a parakeet.

"I think she needs a hero. And I know just the man."

"Oh, great Deku Tree." Navi renounces in defeat.

With a confident lift of his shoulders, Link steps forward. "Excuse me, miss, is there something I can help with?"

Your father's eyes jolt open in recognition at the image of the hero swathed in green. "Oh, Y/N, the hero! He can go bring Fado back safely!"

Y/N. So that's her name. A name as pretty as the sheen of her lips. His eyes flutter downward, admiring the way your heavy lower lip hangs slightly abridged.

From behind him, snug in the back of his tunic, Navi swivels against him. "Ah, I mean, how can I help?"

"My son Fado, he is obsessed with the folklore of the lost woods. He has been missing for a few hours, and we believe he may have wandered there to play." Link can see the way the fine lines around the old man's eyes make them droop with exhaustion.

"I know those woods like the back of my hand. I'd be happy to get your son back. Consider it payment for my gauntlets." Of course, Link actually didn't know the back of his hand very well, considering he had the Triforce of Courage chiseled among his flesh and never noticed it before.

But there was no need to admit that out loud.

"No, thank you. I am quite capable of saving my brother on my own. Now, let me go inside and grab your—" Link's hand seizes your own, halting you in place.

"I can't in good conscience let you traverse those woods alone. Another man may allow you, but I am not that man."

You look down at the firm grip of his hand on your own, then upward to his blue eyes and the way they plead to protect.

"You know the woods and the forest are separate, yes?"

Link stifles a knowing sneer. "Of course, I know they're separate; my friend and I grew up within those woods. She is the sage of the—"

Navi erupts from behind him, slamming into his forehead. "FARORE, NAVI, WOULD YOU CUT IT OUT!"

"I wish more muscle went into your brain instead of your arms and legs."

He rubs the small red bump on his forehead that is now the perfect twin to the one on his nose. You blink at the fairy hovering around him before you bust out in a fit of laughter. Link realizes he should feel ashamed, except who could feel embarrassment when the sound of your laughter was like a song that he wished his own fingers could thumb on his ocarina?

A song that he wanted to hear again and again.

Once you simmer down, you look at the miniscule ball of light hovering around him. "A fairy... so you're from the forest? That explains your ears."

"My ears? What's wrong with my ears?"

You innocently bit your lower lip. "They're pointy."

"But... so are yours!" He shot back.

"Yes, but yours are really pointy." Your hand levitated beside one of his ears like his fairy, tempted to pull on it. "They remind me of carrots."

"Hey—do you want my help or not?"

From somewhere behind Link, Navi chuckled. In a whisper of praise that only he could hear, she encouraged him. "I like her. I think she is a side quest worth partaking in."

You finally submitted to lightly giving his ear a tug as you laughed yet again. A pleasant shudder crawling down his spine in respondance to your touch.

Something told Link that going on this side quest without kissing you was going to be the most challenging he's had to face yet.

B is for Bunny Hood: blood and its mess

He keeps you from blood as much as he can. He doesn't glorify violence but uses it when necessary. He'd prefer if you never saw him in battle, especially if you don't consider it necessary. Blood isn't love.

He's seen―oh, too much.

Your blood causes his to boil. If someone harms you, then it's over for them, which is something I will end up reiterating several times. Time will state it clearly, in more polite terms, that they are fucked (and not in the good way). He doesn't mean to be off-putting in that way.

"If something happens tell me. I'll take care of it."

C is for Courage: capture

Time doesn't want his darling to feel trapped with him, despite the fact that you are. You're whisked from the perils of the world and tucked away on the ranch with Malon.

He does his best to make their home feel like your home. You're practically his child. He needs you to be comfortable because your discomfort causes him pain. He's spent so much of his life in pain. He doesn't want to inflict this upon anyone close to him. Especially not you, never you.

Malon understands this. She may even be overbearing because she wants you to understand that you're safe with them. You don't need to leave.

Adventures could kill you. They will end up killing you.

It's better here with them.

D is for Darunia: don't violate consent

Don't give either of us that look. Time isn't the kind of yandere to use assault as a tool to pass the day by. The only time he violates your consent is when it comes to you doing things he deems dangerous, like trying to escape or adventuring in an odd forest.

It isn't bad of him to do such a thing. All he's doing is looking out for you.

He believes that anyone who isn't him or Malon that violates your consent should be dealt with in an inappropriate manner. He is not going to overreact, even if his internal reaction is one of rage. Taking something from you is not the same as an attempt on your life.

Not that many would willingly cross you. Time has the aura of someone who deserves great respect. So you get "this guy kinda looks like he could fuck me up, so I don't want to fuck with anyone he likes" privileges. I wouldn't exactly call them scary dog privileges because Time isn't innately terrifying or weak in spirit. He's just... Time.

E is for Eeno: exposed, vulnerable

He doesn't ever wish to share the most injured parts of him with you. It isn't just because some part of him deep down is scared of your rejection. It's because he doesn't want you looking at him like that. There's this look of parental pity he gets from Malon when she hears a part from any one of his adventures. It breaks him. He knows she doesn't mean her reaction in a negative way, but he can't help but interpret it as such.

He isn't entirely closed off. He just changes the subject if you ask anything too personal.

He's somewhat fine if you're closed off with him. He understands these things take time. As long as you aren't suffering in silence, he'll be patient. After all, it would be hypocritical of him to demand vulnerability in you that he himself does not show.

F is for Fierce Deity: fighting back

Oh. How foolish of you. Can't you see? This is why you can't be trusted out in the wild. You're much weaker than him: unskilled, unhardened; you'll come undone.

He disarms you with practiced ease, always doing his best to not hurt you and keep you from accidentally hurting yourself. He holds you while still armored, humming to you in an effort to calm you down. He internally feels guilty for causing you to feel like you needed to lash out. His armor is also so uncomfortable. He doesn't want to leave marks by holding you, but he also needs to still you.

Once you get tired, he releases you, making sure you won't go into fight or flight as he does so. You'll have a mandatory nap. They hope that they won't have to tie you to the bed (again). A few rooms over they're discussing how to deal with the aftermath of your outburst.

Everything was too loud. The barracks smelled like sweat, and the soldiers just couldn’t stop talking. They were talking about their wives and  what they planned to do to them when they got home. Now time hasn’t seen the reader in over 3 months, he’s even her on the road and would give a wave and try to say hello, but something always needed his attention. 

There were multiple monster camps  set up within an uncomfortable distance from the castle. Before the soldiers could be sent home for a while, they had to eliminate those camps,  make reports and see why they’ve gotten so close to civilians and the castle.

Now, time wasn’t a stranger to enemy camps and having to find out their motives and eradicating them. The only problem was, not seeing his lovely reader in over 3 months, (might as well have been longer) leaves him feeling a little pent up. The soldiers noticed too, when he was fighting it was as if this was going to be his last battle ever and he needed to protect everything at all costs. Not to mention how he's been getting snappier and more brattier as this goes on. 

Though what triggered Lullaby to start to look into this is when he was fighting behind sheik. A lizafols had tried to swing its sword right at his side, it would’ve been a deep slash with the force behind it. Time had other plans unfortunately, he had someone to go home to and this wasn’t going to change that. When that lizalfos had decided to strike sheik, right before he was able to, time was falling down from the air stabbing that bastard in the head, killing it instantly. The yelling around him was irritating, people yelling demands and orders, some asking for aid, before sheik was able to turn around and thank him, time was dashing off to where  to where one was escaping towards one of the paths that led to ordon. Ordon was where you lived, and you were house sitting for him and this path leads to his house too-

And that just wouldn't work for him. 

Time was hot on the heels of the lizalfo, and  hacking away anytime he got semi close. Making nicks and slashes on important nerves and parts on the back, some slashes strong enough to get through the leather armor it was wearing. 

Time picking up his pace, despite how fast he already was he was almost up to speed for him to get a landing blow on the lizalfo and chop its head off, if it didn't die from blood loss first. The satisfaction by cutting the head off would be greater than watching it bleed out because it dared try to go where home was. To her.   Something like this would never usually be such a problem for him, he's seen you wrestle goats over her shoulder, and absolutely destroy him. But for some reason this just absolutely triggered him today. He's seen you destroy a horde of enemies before just because they hurt him, even knowing you could defend yourself this just messed with him. He's heard people talking about how he's been getting more aggressive lately, how he's been more uptight, giving out more and more orders every day, becoming snapper by the hour. He was getting odd looks from zelda too, everytime she'd watch him he always looked pissy, always mad at someone or something. Never a happy smile on his face. He could see how it was affecting his troops. Everyone was starting to get tired of it, and the solution was simple, for him to get laid. He hasn't seen her in a bit and seeing her always seems to do the trick zelda thinks. Whenever he comes back from being with her it's like he's seen something celestial. Happy with life and sometimes people, seeing her was the perfect solution for this. 

“You've been on edge lately.” Zelda states with link standing in front of her desk, just itching to get back on the field. “There's too many monster camps set up near the castle, I'm not able to rest right  until we figure out why they're there.” 

“Link, you being on edge does no one good. Your troops are on edge because they know they're on thin ice, anything could tick you without any notice.” 

“Zelda I-”

“Link, I'm sending you home. Come back after you've seen your wife. I know you're dying to see her. Get laid and we’ll talk.” 

Well he couldn't argue about that, getting sent home to see you sounds great. He hasn't seen you in ages.  Zelda quickly scribbles something on a piece of paper and it's shoved into his hands and he's pushed out of her office with a ‘Have fun!’ It says

 'Link is temporarily released to go home for 5 days. -Zelda’  

Can't argue with this even when a part of him says to stay and finish getting rid of the camps. Nope- He wants to see you more and that's how it always will be.  Running down to the stables he gets epona ready to go and he's off. The familiar trail brings him a sense of comfort till he can  get to you, the ultimate comfort he’ll ever have.  Epona follows the trail without much direction from link. They've done this many times before, going as fast as they can just to get back to you. Epona knows she'll be spoiled the moment she does, and well, Linky is  going to get spoiled in another way. 

You've been house sitting for link, ordon wasn't far away so you could still visit home and do  your chores and make it back to him before noon. It's gotten boring without him around. Lying around has gotten boring, while it's nice. You read everything you've been meaning to and there's not enough  time to go to castle time before he'd be back. His house is in spick and span condtion. Being on top of the cleaning wasn't hard when he was barely even home in the first place

Slam!

Someone just slammed your door open and your hearts going a thousand beats a minute Links not supposed to be home yet, sure you've gotten your share of unwanted guests but none of them have been rude enough to slam open your door, and they didn't even knock either! You were prepared to grab the knife you kept handy when you were at his house alone for long periods of time. The big weapons were left in a place by the front door where they couldn't be grabbed when it was open. As you were turning the corner in the flash of a second you were  with a body. You almost bonked heads with this human wall when you did, and you were well prepared to push and throw this person at your door until there was a strong smell of burnt cedar and a spice. A familiar smell  as it was the smell of this house just weaker. It was the smell of link you've now put together, looking up most likely your hair in some sort of crazy position and arm still grasping the knife you look up, and its link. His hair is pulled into a side braid, he always liked to keep it long, but having it flying everywhere when dealing with animals wasn't always the best. The spice he'd get was always similar. You've never found out what he used it for but it never smelled the same from each time he'd get it, one week it could smell muskier than it usually did, the next it could smell lighter than it did and you had no clue why. You'd locked eyes with him when you were pushed up against the recently closed door. He closed it with his foot when he disarmed you, tossing the knife to somewhere in the house behind you two. It's been ages since you've seen each other and have been able to hold each other like this. The closeness and the proximity was a reminder of how much this man could make your heart rate spike. His face right in yours slowly leaning in till your lips meet. The intensity he put in it reminds you of how much you missed him. Such a thing should leave you breathless, but with how high strung you’ve been, you match him like it's nothing. With him tugging at your shirt, you tug at his tunic, but with how he has his belts it's proving quite difficult. When you pull for air, you can see in his eyes how blown and dilated they are. 

“This isn't  fair, you’ve been gone a long time, probably in heavy gear and I'm the one half naked?” you push him off your (that man was leaning more weight into you than you expected but oh well he’s pushed regardless). Tugging at his collar you lead him to your shared room, at this point full on just dragging him, he's thrown onto the bed. Despite how much you want to jump his bones, you take the time to undo his belts and tug of his tunics. Kissing him every time a part of his skin came into view. When his top half is left bare,  you move back up his body and kiss him. Hands trailing down towards his pant belt. Releasing for air you get a nod for him. Fumbling with his belt buckle, you go down to his neck and start sucking at his pulse point. Soft sounds are leaving his mouth but that's just not gonna cut it you think. His belts undone and you can see the tent formed  in his pants. 

“All this for me?” You trail on as you palm it, twisting your hand as you watch his face. His body shudders. “Just get on with it..”

you raise an eyebrow “ is that the way you talk to the person  you had to be sent home to get your attitude fixed hm?”

that shoots him up “wait how’d you know about that-“ he's shut up with a soft kiss, leaning towards his ear, “the notes sticking out your pants dear.” You  dig into the pocket on the right side of his still halfway on pants. Pressing against the note, the royal crest atop the paper sticking out a bit. “See now that’s enough out of you.” Pushing him back to the bed you pull down his boxers and tug them down to his boots, you follow, kissing down his thighs while he watches. Pulling off his boots with a tug each, leaving him bare. When you back up to his cock, you leave a hand to twirl his balls. A hand going up and down his shaft, as you lick the mushroom tip, your eyes on his face as you watch his shiver. A little faster and you see how his breath hitches and he's clutching the muscles in his core. A long store and a lick on the nerve on the underside of his cock, he's coming undone in your hands with a moan and his back arching.  He's rolling his head down towards you as you lick the sign of his release from your hand. He tastes himself on you when he comes down to meet your lips. “Again?”

You ask as you push his back to the bed as you climb to straddle his hips. He nods with a breath, his hands coming up to meet your hips. 

“Words Sweetheart.”  

“Yes.”

“Atta boy”

Lifting up your hips, he fumbles with the button of your pants, you meet him halfway and shrug them off.  Leaning forward placing your forehead to him you bring a hand down and line him  up with your hole. With a breath you sink down on him. His grip tightens on you. After a moment you roll your hips, the pain and pleasure colliding. His head tucks between your neck and shoulder. Moving your hips up, you drop down just as fast. His left hand comes to circle your pearl while you're moving, applying pressure while you move. With the burn in your thighs you slow down. And with a whine from him he'd toss you to your back, him pistoning in and out of you at a pace only a man starved of it could have.Every time Link would  be in castle town around the bar he would  hear about how humans' pussy was better than the hylians. And it seems that link confirms that testament.