#you found a... follower event

Seems like reader is a little too eager to share this with Legend. Poor guy’s all flustered while reader is so openly affectionate to him, they’re practically all over him!!

༓☾ The Chest Is: CLOSED! ☽༓

``You quickly close the chest, eager to get back to the side of your beloved hero. The two of you have been dancing around eachother for a while now and it was about time you started making big moves! Now to see how he'll handle them.``

Relationships: LU! Legend x gn!reader (Romantic) Warnings: Legend's Perspective. Flirty/touchy Reader. Word Count: 700+

This was fine.

“-And where did you get those rings? They’re so pretty!” 

“They arent for looks.” 

“Well, obviously, but that doesnt stop them from looking amazing on you!”

This was not fine

How could it be fine?! 

For whatever reason you had taken upon yourself to be his ‘buddy’ for gathering supplies, which apparently included holding hands and asking a dozen questions that actually seemed to be poorly disguised compliments. Normally, he wouldnt care- able to brush it off and move on- but you have been nothing but…affectionate the last few days and it was growing increasingly hard to seem unbothered. It wasnt anything bad and truthfully he felt his chest puff up everytime you praised him, yet it wasnt exactly helping him with the image he’s been trying to keep up! How can he be the traveler’s cool mentor if you kept flustering him every chance you got?

“They- Ive just found them lying around!” He huffs, looking for the next shop to hide his growing blush. “Nothin special…Okay some of them are special but its not like I went to a jeweler.”

Legend isnt sure when this conversation started but what he did know is that you were wholly focused on his hand, fingers running over the well polished rings with awe. He doesnt know why you were so focused on them.

“Has anyone told you that you have really nice hands?” 

Whipping his head to you, he catches that shameless smile on your lips as you dared to trace one of his veins. He hates that his breath catches at the touch. Quickly he pulls his hand away from yours, seeing that smile waver in uncertainty, before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. Hands catch themselves on his chest as you stumble, looking at him with a bemused look. 

He acts quickly, pushing your head into his shoulder and kept you there with a gentle hand on the back of your head. 

“Legend!” You laugh, trying to not trip on your feet as you two continue to walk. 

“Nope,” He shushes, feeling his heart drum against his chest. He prayed you didnt hear it. “You’re jailed until you learn to act right.”

One of your hands snakes down his chest and wraps around his waist, it takes everything in him to keep a knee from buckling. He doesnt dare look down at you- knowing not even he could keep up this act for much longer if he saw that stupid smile on your lips again. Gods, he wasnt going to survive this trip..

“Is it wrong to compliment you?” You hum. He can feel the vibrations of your throat against his collar bone. It drives him crazy.

“Thats a loaded question and you know it.” He huffs, hand lowering to rest on your back. 

“How?”

 Legend is about to scream- he knows you’re feigning ignorance and he knows that you know he’ll take the bait. “Because-! Because you’re doin it in bad faith! Trynna get a damn rise out of me.”

You suddenly stop, catching the boy off guard, and turn to fully look at him. At first he braces for some flirty remark but hes thrown off again when he sees something much softer in your eyes. That hand around his waist moves with your other one, taking his hand in both of yours. Thumbs brush over his rough knuckles, a slow and soft touch that almost had him melting.

“Im not.” You state, not letting him look away. “Everything I’ve said has come from a place of truth- I think you’re one of the most handsome guys I’ve ever met, I think your jewelry enhances that beauty and your skills in battle, I think you have hands that have done many amazing things and that show it.”

Link…Doesnt know what to say to that.

You seem to take his silence as an answer, letting go of his hand with a guilty look. “Im…Im sorry. I didnt mean to make you think I was just playing with you…I can stop if–”

“No!” Link blurts out, grabbing your shoulders. 

You pause, blinking at him. 

“...No…” He murmurs, lowering his head. “I..You dont have to. I just…Yeah, dont stop. Please..”

Great! He just made a fool of himself. This was just perfected- of course he would! UGH he did not want to-

Lips are pressed to his cheek, startling him back to the moment. He watches as you lean away, smiling that same shameless smile as your eyes gleam with…something hopeful. You take one of his hands off your shoulder and wrap both of yours around it and step back to his side. 

“Okay,” You smiled. “Lets get going, pretty boy.”

…This was fine.

big enough for you to smooth away any bad dreams surrounding the rancher

༓☾ The Chest Is: OPEN! ☽༓

``You very quietly shut the chest, not wanting to disturb your sleeping comrades. But it seems no matter how quiet you are, someone deep in the camp stirs...but not for any good reason. Maybe you should keep an eye on him``

Relationships: LU! Twilight x gn!reader (Romantic) Warnings: Nightmares. Twilight pins reader after being startled awake but nothing serious. Word Count: 900+

It was especially cold tonight, howling winds that sent shivers down everyone’s spines. It was your turn for watch, keeping an eye on not only your surroundings but also making sure the kindled fire doesnt set anything else aflame. The old man had been skeptical about keeping it going for that very reason but considering the dropping temperatures, the warmth was necessary, so it was just another thing to watch. 

Not that you minded, Night watch was one of the few moments of alone time you could get on the road. You couldnt do much but it was the thought that counted. 

A sudden rustle brings you out of your thoughts, hand hovering over your weapon as you strain to look through the dark. It wasnt until your gaze fell onto the rancher that you felt yourself relax. He shifted roughly in his sleep, fire light emphasizing the deep frown on his lips, throwing off his blanket in the process. The action makes you think. You knew the hero wasnt one to get hot easily, and he’d surely catch a cold if he spelt without anything– his pelt had been graciously given to the sailor, who had been shivering up a storm. 

Quietly, you walked over with the intent on fixing the item back ontop of him until a whimper made you pause. 

“...Rancher?” You softly called. You got no response, only able to watch as the boy’s face continues to twist in his sleep. Slowly you kneel by his side, head tilting as you watch him for a moment. You’d think you were being a creep if you werent so distracted by the soft tear streaks running down his face. Instead you were sat debating if you should wake him or not. Nightmares were certainly not uncommon among the heroes -or yourself- but usually someone would be woken by their dreams but…here you were, watching someone very dear to you suffer in his head and you seemingly couldnt do a thing but watch. It was a horrible feeling but you refuse to linger on it. 

When another whimper leaves the boy, you cant stop yourself. Softly shaking his shoulder, you whisper the rancher’s name, trying to gingerly wake him

A sudden sharp gasp startles you, a hand wraps around your wrist and you quickly have to get accustomed to the cold grass against your chest as you’re pinned to the ground with a body atop of yours. You instinctively try to push up only to have the hand around your wrist tighten naturally. You panic.

“Rancher! Rancher– Link! Its me, its just me!” You quickly whisper, feeling your heart beating against your chest. “I'm sorry, Its me! Please!”

Its deafly quiet until you hear him swallow, the weight is slower to get off you as Twilight sits back on his bedroll. You can hear him breathing heavily as you follow, shakily sitting up and shifting to face him. The rancher had his legs spread around before him, a hand on his thigh while the other hastily wipes at his face, but the fire light catches a few tears brimming in his eyes. He refused to meet your eyes. 

“What were ya doin?” He swallows, voice rough. 

You have to take a moment to collect yourself, trying to remember what were you doing, before grabbing his blanket and holding it out to him “You uh…It fell off. I wanted to make sure you were..that you like wouldnt get a cold. And then I kinda noticed you were maybe having a nightmare a-and I wanted to..stop…that.”

The boy blinks rapidly, either struggling to get his groggy brain to catch up or to get rid of the lingering tears, and gently takes the blanket from you. 

“Im sorry,” You blurted out. “I didnt mean to scare you, I just- you were crying and I hate to see you cry and I just like…Im sorry.”

Twilight finally meets your eyes, red rimmed and raw, and just…stares until his jumps down to your form. Its almost erratic- like how he searches you after a tough battle- taking in as much as he could in the shortest time before quickly moving back up to your eyes. You barely had time to register it all before hes reaching out with a shaky hand to cup your cheek.

He tries to say something, throat bobbing as he searches for the words, but you dont need him too. 

Shifting closer, your thigh touching his, you take his blanket and gently wrap it around his shoulders. “Its okay. Whatever it was, its not real anymore. Its just me and you, Link. I'm okay, you’re okay- the boys are okay, Time is okay. You did good, baby. You did great.”

His face twists again, unsure and scared. 

“I know,” You hum, cupping his cheek in return before bringing your forehead to his. “Im not going anywhere and neither are the boys. You can rest. We have you. I have you.” 

With a shaky sigh you feel him gently nod against you, pressing his nose against yours for a moment before slowly dragging you down with him onto the bed roll. The action alone brings a giggle out of you, you had a while before your shift ended but youre sure you can complete it from right here. Strong arms wrap around you, shuffling the blanket over you as well before nestling his face into your chest- Besides, its not like you could really leave anyways.

Oh darn- seems reader doesn't even know what it is. Or where they are- or who they are. Oops

(lu) Time is certainly going to be normal about this...

༓☾ The Chest Is: OPEN! ☽༓

``You hesitantly close the chest, feeling the unfamiliar weight in your hand. A part of you thinks you should be used to this, your body naturally wrapping around the cold metal but your brain refuses to agree. Maybe...Maybe you should find someone.``

Relationships: LU! Time x gn!reader (Romantic) Warnings: Angst, no comfort. Mention of blood/injury. Memory Loss Word Count: 600+

Muffled voices. Faint crashes of steel on steel, iron filling the air. Lights flashing in the dark– no no, not dark. Your eyes are closed. Lights flashing before your closed eyes. Water trickling down your skull. Water…Water? Water shouldnt be this warm…or should it? Maybe it is. 

Wait, why were your eyes closed? You should open them. You try. It hurts. Actually, everything hurts. 

Oh everything hurts a lot-

A groan is pulled from deep in your throat, that water is pooling around your face- on the ground, around your face. You’re on the ground. You’re in pain, on the ground, water trickling down from your head- oh! Its not water, it's blood! Thats where that iron smell was coming from. 

Your arms shake, trying to push you up as you felt around in the dark- no no, not dark! Closed eyes. Didnt you already say that? Your hand lands in something stingy and warm, likely your blood, and slides. You feel the ground cut into your palm and another sound of pain leaves you. Its would be a really good idea to open your eyes right now. Why havent you– oh right, it hurts. 

What is going on with you..?

Someone yells a name. 

…Was that your name? No no it didnt sound like it…what does your name sound like? Why dont you know the sound of your own name? Wait, what is your name?!

An unfamiliar hand is suddenly on your shoulder -you didnt even notice someone came up-, you flinch at the touch but whoever it was doesnt pull away. Instead they help you up.

“What ails you?” The voice asks while resting you against a wall. His voice is gruff- older…but concerned. By the way his hands tighten around your shoulders he seems to notice the blood. He lets out a curse. “Does anyone have a fairy?!”

A fairy- yes yes! They heal, surely that would help you. Oh how kind this stranger was, you’ll have to thank him properly. 

A set of feet quickly approaches, a younger voice but he speaks with an authority, before the distinct sound of a cork and faint chimes. The warmth that once coated your face now spreads your entire body, like a…well…like it being spread! It was comforting. You were so focused on the it you barely noticed the tear of fabric and the brush of something rough against your skin.

“There, try now.” That new voice spoke.

Slowly but surely you can open your eyes and are almost immediately scared. Two men in armour kneel before you, one draped in a blue scarf while the other bore a nasty scar over one eye. The man wearing a scarf relaxes onto his back foot once he sees your eyes open but the other…examples you closely. 

Surely seeing the fear in your eyes.

He says a name- the same one you heard before- cautiously, as if trying to not startle you. “Dear, whats wrong?”

Dear? Wait, was that your name? 

The man in the scarf looks between you two, something flickering behind his eyes. This one says that name -your name- again. “Its us. Its…Its him. Link.”

He gestured to the scarred man.

“I-...” The words start before you can stop them. “Im sorry. Do I…SHould I know you?”

The scarred man, Link, eyes widen into a look you can only assume to be horror, a gloved hand automatically going to grab onto one of his left fingers. You quickly turn to his companion, desperately searching for an explanation. You were not liking how many questions you had and how few answers you were getting

“Hes..” The man stammers. “Thats your husband.”

…You’ve never seen this man a day in your life.

You found a heart piece!

Maybe you should give a kiss on the cheek for LU Four

༓☾ The Chest Is: OPEN! ☽༓

``This stupid chest wouldnt open! You had to use something to pry the rusted lock off, and it just so happened to be your very distressed shield. Good news, you got the chest open! Bad news, you now really needed a new shield...or a very good smith to repair yours. Good thing you know one!``

Relationships: LU! Four x gn!reader (Romantic) Warnings: Word Count: 400+

This has to be a joke…

Nodding to yourself you think that yes, this must be a joke. That is the only reasonable explanation for this- because there is no way in the realms that you are forced to sit here and watch the Smith work on repairing your shield, hair tied back and sleeves rolled up with a cute furrow of concentration to his brow, while you have to pretend to pay attention to his lecture about maintenance.

A cruel joke it was, to have you watch his eyes spark with a burning passion that rivals the flames of his forge as you desperately have to remind yourself to listen to whatever it was he was saying. 

You promise this wasnt like yourself!

Everytime you had a conversation with the smith you hung onto his every word– so much so that the Captain had made it a habit to tease you over it, much to your dismay– not wanting to miss even a second of it. How could you not? He spoke to you with such tender care with eyes never leaving yours as a smile creeped onto his face with every passing word- like he couldnt contain himself. The smith was so affable with you, you almost forget how quick he is to spit curses in the forge with the boys.

 Deep down a part of you hopes that some of that tenderness comes from a much deeper form of care. 

Yet here you were, eye darting between quick moving lips and engaged eyes, wondering if that kindness would be extended to you even now if you asked him to repeat this entire conversation…

“- And you cant just go throwing this around like the Champion!” You clue in mid rant as Four does the finishing touches. “You of all people should know how hard it is to get material while we’re on the road.”

Likely not.

“Sorry, Link.” You murmur, scooting closer. 

Finally those round eyes leave your shield, blinking at you for a moment before quickly returning to the item in his hands- his once focused hands now tapping nervously around the edges. “Its- its fine. Just…Dont go becomin a mini Wild, kay?”

A hum leaves you, leaning closer to get a good look at the work the smithy did. You’re unsurprised to see your shield looking immaculate. 

“Kay,” You smile, pressing a thankful kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Smithy~”

A bright flush erupts across the hero’s face, head snapping in your direction- almost slamming his head against yours- as you take the item out of his hands, leaving with a skip in your step. Though you dont see it, the hero behind you stares after you with a crooked smile.

I really want older brother warriors or wild taking care of sick reader!!

༓☾ The Chest Is: CLOSED! ☽༓

``The chest's lid slips from your fingers. You werent sure why everything felt so heavy all of the sudden...or why there was this itch in your throat...or-or why everything suddenly felt so cold...You did not feel good.``

Relationships: LU! Warriors x gn!reader (Platonic) Warnings: Warriors Perspective. Sick! Reader. Word Count: 600+

Rain patters against the window, raindrops racing eachother down the pane and falling off into the night, catching the light of a flickering candle that paints the darkened room in soft hues. The only noise that accompanies the sound of rain is the occasional dry cough and dribbling of water as a rag is wrung in a nearby bucket. 

Making sure every drop is out, the captain leans over to place the cool, neatly folded rag on your forehead before sitting back in his chair. 

You had caught a cold during their travels, it wasnt thought to be serious at first- just a small cough and runny nose- but it rapidly developed into something much worse. Soon you were barely able to stand with tears in your eyes from a throbbing headache. The group had rushed you to a nearby town, not wanting you to get caught in the upcoming storm, and promptly settled you into a proper bed. 

Warriors had taken it upon himself to be your bedside aid, not wanting to leave you alone for too long. 

He was happy no one fought him on that. Hyrule and Time had simply asked to be informed if your condition got worse while Twilight and Wild had been sent to get remedies and ingredients to help nurse you back to health. Everyone else was varying levels of worried, the Veteran had briskly told Wind that you’d be fine while never leaving your side during the walk to the town- which did little to calm the nervous sailor. Sky had been hovering by the back, keeping an eye on everyone else and promptly questioning if anyone felt similarly. All while Smithy seemingly talked to himself, Warriors heard faint words of reassurance that ranged from confidently relying on the others and huffing that a cold wouldnt kill you. 

Now it was just a waiting game…He’d think that something like this, a mere cold, wouldnt shake him so much.

You shift, a choked noise of pain leaving you. Warriors quickly leans forward, fixing the rag and brushing stray hairs aside. “Shhh, you’re okay kid. I have you.”

A soft sound comes from you as you lean into his touch. 

…He thinks for a moment that maybe its not the cold that has him so shaken. In no way were you a child, in no way did Warriors question your abilities, in no way did he see you as less than. But in no way could he deny the fact you stir an old part of him he had thought was buried along with many others. 

Warriors cared for many during the War of Eras, but there were two little imps that he had never stopped worrying for even after they left. His little brothers…though neither of them remember him now, he will always have them in his heart. The captain had tried to forget that feeling, the brotherly need to protect another, but it seems to be rearing its ugly head as you laid before him, sick while he could do nothing but watch. 

“...When you wake up, I expect you to take it easy.” He told you, pulling his scarf off and tucking it over you. “I refuse to have you getting anyone else sick, Understood?”

He doesnt get a response. Just watching as you subconsciously snuggle into the blue cloth before falling deeper into slumber. Good…You’ll need to rest for as long as you can…He couldnt stand seeing you wake up only to be crying in pain again. 

…The captain hopes Twilight and Wild finds some good medicine for you.

Surely this can convince Reader that Sky really, really does love her!

༓☾ The Chest Is: OPEN! ☽༓

`` You open the chest with a sigh, the heart shaped item only a reminder to your situation. Your crush on the hero wasnt subtle...but he's been doing everything but asking you out! Hells, you're pretty sure he's been doing friendship rituals with you...UGHHH!``

Relationships: LU! Sky x fem!reader (Romantic) Warnings: Twilight's perspective. Wingman Twilight. Sky getting courting ritual's confused. Word Count: 900+

The hero of skies was well known amongst the group as mellow, an easy going guy who rarely got angry. It was rare to see him in a miffed mood, so it was quite a shocker when said hero came marching back into the Inn with a sour attitude. Someone had dared to offer some kindness, asking what was wrong -which was clearly the worst choice they could have made- only to get shot the most vile look any of them had seen on Sky’s face before he stomped upstairs and seemingly slammed the door to his room shut. 

Twilight, the sorry soul who roomed with the knight, sighs deeply. “Ive got it.” 

No one was eager to stop him, watching the rancher begrudgingly climb the stairs to his demise. He felt his eyes roll into the back of his head when someone -he believes Legend- gives him a sarcastic ‘good luck.’ 

It wasnt long until he stood infront of the room door, staring into the grain as he mentally prepared himself for whatever got the Chosen’s feathers in such a twist. He winces to himself- he should honestly be more worried- Sky was a very reasonable person, for something to get him so upset it should be treated seriously. Without another moment of hesitation, he gave the door a firm knock. 

Shit. Should he have done that? It was still his room too. Should he have just walked in? No no, what if Sky needed to collect–

“What?” A rude voice answers

Twilight cleared his throat. “Can I come in?”

There was silence for a moment followed by the rustle of sheets. “Yeah..”

Twilight did not like how defeated his friend sounded but he didnt waste another second. As he opened the door, the rancher blinked at the sight in front of him in surprise. Sky sat on his bed, staring out the window, wrapped in his sail cloth- not a shocker, the hero often did it for some form of comfort- as well as the Inn’s provided blanket…and Twilight’s inn provided blanket. He was certain it was his considering his rather bare looking bed but..he’ll figure that out later. Stepping into the room, he softly shut the door behind him before tip-toeing to his own bed. 

“...So-” Twilight starts, barely to his bed before the knight lets out a big sigh.

“Im sorry,” Sky mumbles into his nest of blankets. “I shouldnt have- ugh…that was rude of me, downstairs i mean. I'm sorry.”

Nodding to himself, the rancher sits down. Good start! “Its fine. Though I think that apology should be for someone else, dontcha think?”

Across from him, Sky shifts with a mumble Twilight couldnt quite make out. But it sounds like agreement so he’ll take it as a win! But as the hero nestles deeper into his cocoon, Twilight realizes that he’d have to dig deeper to get to the source of this. 

“Now,” He rubs his hands together, leaning his elbows on his knees. “You know I aint one to meddle in business but…Ya have to know this dont exactly rub me well. Whats goin on, bud? Its a rarity to see ya so out of sorts.”

For a second Twilight thinks his friend is ignoring him before tired eyes finally turn to meet his. 

“Its…Its dumb.” Sky huffs dismissively.

“Clearly, it aint.” Twilight pushes. “Ya know how hard it is ta get yer feathers ruffled? Hard! Very hard. Unless its Wild, then its easier than slicin a few keese.”

That manages to get a chuckle from the knight. 

“He doesnt get me that easily,” He weakly defends.

The rancher shrugs, leaning back. “Maybe, maybe not. Either way, yer avoidin the question.”

Sky sighs, shrugging one layer off of him as he thought. “...So, you know how I’ve been trying to like, court her?”

Oh…Oh no. 

“Yeah..?” Twilight feels a pit of dread building in his stomach.

“Nothing is working!” Sky throws up his hands. “I’ve been doing everything, and she just- I cant tell if shes trying to gently shut me down or not!” 

Oh! Oh okay! Twilight felt that weight lift a little. So you hadnt brutally rejected Sky. THAT’S a relief. 

“Wait,” Twilight frowns. “What do you mean by ‘doing everything?’ What have you been doing?”

Now it was Sky’s turn to frown at him. “...Like, normal courting rituals?”

“Like what Sky?” He clarifies. “We’re all from different eras, I highly doubt your rituals are the same as mine, or even hers.”

The knight goes to speak but nothing comes out, a slow dawning realization begins to form behind his eyes but Twilight is much quicker in that moment. He cant stop himself from slapping his hand to his brows with a groan. Please, please he asks the spirits, do NOT tell him that Sky has been trying to court You with ANCIENT courting rituals that would only make sense to people in his era. Please.

“Rancher.” Sky says in a small voice.

“Yeah buddy?”

“...I think Ive been doing this wrong.”

Twilight has half the consciousness to NOT strangle his friend. But he does not have half to stop himself from letting out a long, exasperated groan.

Vigorously rubbing at his face, Twilight sits up straight and stares at his now deeply embarrassed friend. “Okay, here’s the plan. We’re–”

“‘We’re?’”

“Yes, we! Yer ass unintentionally brought me into it, so imma help ya. Now shush and listen.” Twilight glares at the knight, who promptly shuts up. “We’re goin ta go find a nice shop that can sell ya flowers and you are gonna walk yer ass up to her, give em the damned flowers and ask if she’d like ta go on a date with ya. Got it?”

Sky quickly nods. “Got it.”

“Great!” Twilight claps, quickly standing up and heading to the door. “Lets go convince the girl that ya arent an idiot!”

Male reader and time

Ps: hi trippy!!!!!

༓☾ The Chest Is: CLOSED! ☽༓

``Closing the chest with a huff, your dust off your old suit. Its been collecting dust since this journey has begun and now you had to get ready for some royal bullshit- but not before entertaining a certain hero.``

A/n: HI DOODLE! <3

Relationships: LU! Time x Masc!reader (Romantic) Warnings: Reader wears a suit, called 'sir' 'man' and 'handsome'. VERY flirty/ a little suggestive at the end. Time got game. Word Count: 700+

“Stupid fuckin..” Groaning, you rip the tie loose and slam it onto the dresser. 

Being back in your era was a blessing for about…5 hours, enough time to get back to your home and settle down but enough to apparently be seen by guards who then reported it to the crown. 

A messenger was sent to your front door, a letter handed off before making a swift retreat. Mostly due to your not so welcoming attitude but you hadn’t cared in the more…or right now! It wasnt often that you were requested to make a formal appearance but considering your sudden disappearance and sparse letters explaining the situation, its hardly a surprise that your Princess wanted you to attend some Counsel meeting. Likely hoping to calm the other leaders of the regions. 

So here you were, struggling to tie a tie while 9 other men cozied into your not so spacious house. 

Knock Knock Knock

“Come in,” You grunt, standing up straight to smooth out your suit wondering if it was possible to get away without a tie. Perhaps if you undid a button or two…

Your bedroom door creaks open. From the corner of your eye, Time pokes his head in. “My apologies, I do not intend to intrude but the boys said…”

The man’s words trail off. You wait for him to continue but nothing comes. 

“Are you alright?” You joke, turning to face the man. 

Time stands by the door, hand still on the handle, with a look you’ve never seen on his face. His eye trails up from where it once looked -you had an idea where but you didnt want to assume- until he eventually met your gaze. That blue eye of his is barely able to hold your eye before jumping back to your unbutton collar for a moment. 

“Uh-” He clears his throat, stepping into the room the closing the door behind him. “Yes. I was- I came to inquire about something, if you had the time.”

How strange. You’ve never heard the man stammer before. 

Fighting back a smile, you nod. “For you, always.” 

Stepping a bit deeper into your room, eyes lingering on the space for a moment too long- as if he was actively trying to keep his gaze off of you.

“I did not know you had such…attire.” He states, eye flickering back to you.

You shrug, grabbing your tie off the dresser and folding it, putting it away. “I dont like to wear it often, mostly used for official business with the Crown.”

The hero made a noise of understanding, you wouldn't be surprised if he had something similar in his Era as well. Admittedly, the idea of Time in a suit…does make you smile a little wider than it should. Sadly it isnt ignored. 

“Did I say something amusing?” The man questions, crossing his arms with a small smile.

Rolling your eyes, you turn towards the mirror as you adjust yourself once again. “No. What did you come here for, Time? I doubt it was to comment on my ‘attire.’”

“The boys said you were leaving, I had come to ask the reason but it seems…Well, this certainly gave me my answer.” 

“It wont be for long,” You reassured him. “Just a few hours.”

Turning around, you look at him with a raised brow and gesture to the outfit. “So? How do I look, good enough for a royal court?”

Given permission, the hero no longer tries to hide his respectful glances, taking the entirety of you in with a smirk. You felt half tempted to walk up to him and wipe it off his face. “You could attend in a sack and still be the most handsome man in that chamber.”

A laugh leaves you, hiding the mixed emotions at such a compliment. “Only because you’re not comin with me, Link.”

That smirk widens. “...Hearing my name off your lips is…”

“...Is?” You challenge, stepping closer. 

Time reaches out, pulling you in by your belt until you're chest to chest. “..A temptation, good sir.” 

Feeling your breath catch, the older hero leans in, his bold eye watching you with an intensity you’ve never seen before- suddenly you feel very restricted by the fabric. A large hand rests atop your hip as the other plays with your buckle.

“Do you still have time for me?” He asked.

You wrap an arm around his back. “Always.”

༓☾ The Chest Is: OPEN! ☽༓

``You close the chest with a huff, you were not winning this friendly competition you had with the traveler. You needed to do something to throw him off his game! You might have an idea...``

A/N: This one got away from me so quickly fhjkfhajk Longest one so far though! Yipe!!

Relationships: LU! Hyrule x gn!reader (Romantic) Warnings: Confident Hyrule. Might be OOC (first time writing for him like this) Word Count: 800+

Another dungeon. 

Dark, cold, repetitive. Thats all they seem to be. The Traveler has tried to convince you of their ‘importance’ to any Hyrulian warrior worth their salt but in all honesty…You just dont see the appeal! You get one item, which most of the time only is of great importance in the one damn dungeon, fight a dozen different monsters and spend forever on puzzles that if you fail, you’re stuck forever!