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Posting another fic, same concept with the Lucario but a human and they're gonna rescue First because I said so. This is kinda more of an oc insert type of deal because writing X Readers is much harder than it looks. Either way, I hope you all enjoy!

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See This Link Right Here? Yeah This Is Mine Now

Frail. Weak. Despondent.

An energy unbefitting of one who should be free.

That's what you thought.

You were chased by the enemy into yet another portal, confused by sudden screams and shouts, the blur of different auras zooming across your vision. Before you knew it, you had been launched to a different place via the mystic swirl of crimson and ebony. And now you stand before a castle, so tall did its walls of stone loom over you, casting a long and dark shadow as the sun moves slowly across the sky.

You never truly liked castles, you didn't like how cold they felt. How it restrained the free, repressed the wild, ridiculed the wayward. It was just a prison, to you. Harsh and unforgiving.

So when you felt such a helpless aura from beneath the icy stone, you couldn't help but follow it. The closer you drew towards it, the more familiar it felt. It was as if you knew this soul yet didn't, a sense of deja vu in some sense. Buried underneath the despair and weakness, this soul burned with courage, armed with a mettle not seen in many.

That's when it registered in your mind. It felt like your friends, the heroes that have guarded Hyrule for centuries to millennia. Knowing this, it only fueled you to want to find the hero faster. You must.

So quietly did you sneak through the cracks in the castle's walls, so swiftly did you pass the guards who were none the wiser to the intruder that slipped past their defenses. Silent and agile, hiding in the shades of the privileged and the foolish. It didn't take long to find what you were looking for.

A thin and fragile body, wrists held up by shackles of steel as the man hung limp. One would think him dead if not for the shallow and slow breaths he took. His ankles were shackled as well, bare feet standing amongst a cobblestone floor soaked in water and mildew. He wore a green tunic that had seen better days, the fabric ripped in various places, exposing parts of his belly and ribs, skin a sickly pale as his bones showed through thin flesh. His pants fared no better, one leg half torn and the other ripped partially at the hem.

The poor soul had been here a while, the scent of emaciation becoming abundantly clear. You didn't hesitate to pull the hairpin out of your hair, placing the end of it into the cell door lock and twisting it. The mechanism clicked, and you pushed the door open, the hinges nearly screeching in outrage as metal scraped against metal.

The man didn't look up, but did seem noticeably more exhausted, if that were even possible. You slowly approached, equally bare feet stepping across the damp floor. A set of feathers and charms adorned your left ankle, held by a string of leather, the edges dragging across the ground where you walked. You peered below the man's downcast face, blonde bangs obscuring his face from your sight.

You raised your hand up, placing it on the man's cheek. He raised his head, feeling a warmth he hasn't experienced before and the coolness of the silver rings on your fingers. Cold blue eyes met a mask of white, depicting a jackal with lavender and rose gold.

Your mouth hung open slightly in shock, and you wasted no time moving your hands down to the shackles around his ankles and channeled a substantial amount of power into the metal. The metal gleamed with blue cracks before it burst in a flash of light and fell away, the shards ringing as they hit the ground. You did this to the ones around his wrists as well, preparing for when he inevitably fell forward and into your awaiting arms.

You readjusted his body so that his back leaned against one of your arms, moving down to hook your other arm underneath his knees and lifted him up into your embrace. You could feel his bones through his tattered clothing, finding you were both furious and alarmed at how light the man was. You were quick to leave the moldy cell, quietly padding through the hallowed halls of the dungeon as you secure your escape route.

Nobody knew you had taken the prisoner, and they wouldn't until the next guard rotation to feed him. You internally smiled at how outraged they would be when they would find their prisoner gone. But right now you were focused on something else. You were focused on him.

The man hadn't moved much since you took him out of the cell, though that was to be expected. You had no idea how long they kept him locked up, but he was very weak, hence why you needed to carry him.

But once did you notice him blearily open his eyes to look up at the sky, the passing trees, and then you. An assuring smile found its way on your lips, as you looked down at him through the white jackal mask you had on.

"It's okay, you're safe now. I'll take care of you."

And his eyes closed once more, leaning his head on your chest as he was lulled into a dreamless sleep.

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Link woke up to fresh air and soft bedding.

He could hardly move without feeling some sort of pain, his body was too sore to do so. It didn't stop him however, from sitting up to try and examine his surroundings. That's when he felt it, the bandages wrapped around his limbs and body, the subtle scent of a medicinal salve rubbed into his wounds and the tender scarring around his wrists and ankles.

When he finally got the chance to look around, he could see that the sun had begun its descent below the horizon, painting the sky in beautiful shades of tangerine and heliotrope. He was hidden in a small grotto of sorts, if the stone hanging over his head was anything to go by. The ground was covered in moss and grass alike, though he himself sat among a soft fur pelt. Draped over his shoulders was a large coat, white in color whilst the inside was lined with velvety fur.

A fire crackled and burned some feet away from him, close enough to keep him warm but far enough so the embers wouldn't sear his already fragile skin. In a wooden bowl before him was a small loaf of bread and warm food, the scent of cooked beef and potatoes flooding his nose and making his mouth water. He wanted to reach out to take it, but hesitated.

No, this was another dream again, wasn't it? Link would get those every once in a while. He'd dream that he was finally out of that dingy cell below the castle and could wander the world once more.

Link shook his head, and gingerly wrapped his trembling hands around the bowl, savoring the warmth that emanated from the wood. He plucked out the loaf and took a slow bite, tearing a chunk off and started chewing. Sweet, the bread was sweet. It's been so long since he's tasted anything even remotely sweet.

He bit into the beef next, soaking his tongue in the flavor it had. The potatoes had the same amount of taste to it, and Link swore he could almost cry. If this was truly a dream, then he wanted it to last for as long as he could manage it. The feeling was too nice to let go of so quickly.

"Sweet astrals, if I didn't make that myself I would've thought that you were eating Wild's cooking."

Link's head snapped toward the origin of the mysterious, smooth voice. He was met with bicolored eyes of silver and umber, gazing at him in amusement. Snowy curls bellowed around the newcomer's head, spilling over their shoulders and back like clouds rolling across the sky. A few braids here, some feathers and charms there, but what caught Link's eye was the white jackal mask that hung from the side of the belt on their hip.

"It's you…!"

He flinched at the sound of his own voice, hoarse from years without use. The stranger's smile never faltered though, they tilted their head at him.

"Hello there, my name is Compass," they introduced, before adding. "Well, it's not actually, but it's what my friends of the minute have taken to calling me."

They continued to speak. "And if you hadn't already guessed, I'm the one who got you out of that moonblasted cell they had you in."

So you were the one who rescued him. The soothing voice assuring him he was safe, the tranquil energy that made him feel so very warm. You saved him.

"Your name is Link, right?"

He slowly nodded his head, not really questioning how this stranger knew his name. He moved to sit up more as the coat over his shoulders shifted forward and covered his thin frame.

Compass hummed and pressed their forefinger and thumb against their chin thoughtfully, propping their elbow against their other arm tucked underneath their chest. They looked like they were trying to decide something, their eyes closed in contemplation. They seemed somewhat troubled, over what he didn't know.

"Well, I know we just met and all, but I don't really like the idea of leaving you alone, especially in your current state," Compass said. "It also doesn't help that the situation I'm about to explain to you is going to make me sound like I've gone off the deep end. So, please, if I'm ever going to ask something of you, it's going to be that you bear with me?"

And he didn't see any reason why he shouldn't.

No one:

Literally No One:

Me, running on three hours of sleep and only spite and coffee keeping my mortal vessel functioning, also trying to get all of the figurines in Minish Cap to scratch the completionist itch: We, as both the Zelda Fandom and Lu Fandom, don't really talk enough about First, The Hero of Men and The Original Attempted Calamity Hero huh?

And by that, I mean these gentlemen:

Me, On a Good Day: Goodness do I love dragging Hylia. She's on thin ice and the way she ended up dealing with Demise and unwittingly doomed First's Incarnations and her own definitely deserves scrutinizing. As a mythology fan one would think expecting a goddess to love you back would be a fool's errand.

Also Me, A Second Later That Same Day: You know, maybe we are looking at Hylia wrong, maybe we are judging too harshly. Who knows maybe we are just conveniently ignoring the fact deities have different views of reality and that, given she loved First back, she likely hates/hated herself just as much if not more than we do. Maybe she genuinely tried to do her best with what she could at hand even if she went and traded notes with the Pale King in methodology, No Cost Too Great, we theorize she's a goddess of time so who knows what she saw or knows that we don't and maybe the cycle was always fated to happen no matter what she did and we have to consider Demise getting the Triforce would have been just as bad if not worse even if he can't use it to wish on anything. Maybe we are judging her too harshly because of our mortal point of view.

Me Once More, After that Same Line of Thought When Anything Goes Wrong in a Zelda Playthrough and The Boys are on One Heart or Angst Hits after Remembering How Their History Goes: This is all your fault Hylia.

Bonus/Technically a Shiny Variant of that Same Category: Sir Raven from the Oracle Series Manga

No one:

Literally No One:

Me, running on three hours of sleep and only spite and coffee keeping my mortal vessel functioning, also trying to get all of the figurines in Minish Cap to scratch the completionist itch: We, as both the Zelda Fandom and Lu Fandom, don't really talk enough about First, The Hero of Men and The Original Attempted Calamity Hero huh?

And by that, I mean these gentlemen:

*Replaying Majora's Mask for the 51987th time, still sick as a dog or Twilight after Dink tries obliterating him because I need a small break from Minish Cap*

Songs that fit the Chain quite well are Brother by Kodaline and The Calling by The Amazing Devil (possibly only for Time, Legend and Wild, but the vibes fit), and Welly Boots by The Amazing Devil can definitely fit Time and maybe an older Twilight with Wild.

*Does not elaborate*

*downs coffee like a shot, stares off into the rain, briefly nods to @unexpectedtraveler before staring off into the rain again, downing more coffee* Thinking about parallels between Hylia, The Pale King, The Pure Vessel and the First Link again.

How Hylia and the Pale King are both pale assigned deities (what with Hylia calling herself the white goddess in the manga), and how everything basically stems from them attempting to protect something, Hylia the Triforce and her people and The Pale King his kingdom and people from opposing deities that parallel them, both out of a sense of duty and instinctual design both. How they both doomed their kingdoms by trying to do the right thing with arguably the worst methodology, Hylia with unintentionally spurring on the cycle of reincarnation and The Pale King by having to watch Hallownest fall to the Radiance's Infection.

Thinking about how they both created a plan hinging on sacrificing one to save the many, and how it doomed people they loved or might have come to love had things been different from the very start, because as we all know deities have a different view of reality and thus see things very differently from us and it's difficult to define or even assign morals to it, how both First and The Pure Vessel were deemed perfect for the task even after being 'tainted' by either love, hate, a sense of duty or all of the above (see: First resenting the people of Hylia for being wrongfully imprisoned and not seeing himself as worthy, and the original Crimson Loftwing agreeing until the end stretch, and the Pure Vessel's entire deal of not truly being hollow) and how the two of them were imprisoned in hopes of making that plan succeed for an incredibly long stretch of time, suffering in isolation and being absolutely miserable, but only managed to contain the evil for a time and end up dead (or extremely likely to be dead each time in PV's case) so a sucessor to their position would come and finish the job a long time later, even if it won't save the kingdom. How they both did it in the name of someone they loved, goddess/likely lover and father respectively.

How both Hylia and The Pale King could not have foreseen the outcome of loving/showing affection to their chosen, 'perfect' champion, and thus suffered until the bitter end as well, how they both resided upon spaces far from reality to hide in shame and guilt for their actions and could see into the future (Hylia likely being the Goddess of Time as well as a White Goddess, and the Pale King with his foresight), how they both had someone else carry on their plans and will even from beyond those spaces, vessels namely in Sun/Zelda and The Little Ghost/Knight, but even then that plan didn't fully succeeded and their kingdoms were doomed to suffer, how Hylia created the Sheikah and the Pale King his many Kingsmould, Wingsmould and the Dreamers, how Hornet and Impa both stand in opposition to challenge Sky/Link and The Little Ghost/The Knight as an echo of the pale deities last orders, their words haunting them to the end of the road.

How they both are portrayed as dead, likely from regret after their retreat from the know world.

O' higher beings, what did you see under your pale watch, that would require such sacrifice that would be for naught? What did you witness that would still bring ruin to your descendants and people, no matter your best efforts?

Maybe I'm just overthinking this, but we can likely draw parallels between Sky/Skyward Sword Link and The Knight, or even further down the line between Wild/BOTW Link and either the Pure Vessel or The Knight, in this essay I will-

*downs coffee like a shot* Before we go back to our regularly scheduled Linktober/Linktober Shadow (because I don't leave things unfinished if I can help it), I gotta get the idea of Revenant First out of my system and y'all get to suffer with me until it eventually ceases being an idea and it turns into an actual story. For some reason we talk a lot about First already being alive or already a ghost by the time the Chain meets him, but I don't think I've ever heard someone talk about him actually coming back to life and so y'all get to suffer with my insane ramblings like I'm an 1800's psychic ward patient who believes themselves to be a witch.

Can be x Reader or not idk just an idea that won't leave my mind.

Might expand on this later so Part out of I/?

Revenant First, who died for his people and in the name of his Goddess. All alone on the surface, fighting, fighting, fighting, always fighting. Just to make the land a little safer before the next hero arrives, just to contain the Imprisoned for a little while longer with likely nothing than a ordinary, common sword to his name and a slowly rusting armor.

Always giving so so so much for his people, always doing his best to protect them, though they scorned him, loathed him, didn't believe or support him, rejected him.

With a spirit so strong and lovely that a Goddess fell for him, hated herself for having to manipulate and put him through such horrid experiences just to save the many, just to turn the diamond of his soul into an unbreakable lonsdaleite blade agaisnt a mad deity.

Someone whose will would be enough to keep him going, just one more fight right? Just one more kill right? Forward, forward, ever onward, it doesn't matter if the flesh decays, if the blood drips drips drips until he is dry of it, if the liver doesn't process nutrients, if the lungs don't draw air, if the nerves feel nothing but the cold cold numbness of the winter of his final years, if the heart doesn't beat. If the armor rusts or the sword breaks. He must keep going, he must keep fighting.

To keep them safe he must have faith, faith that he can keep going, to grasp onto that one.single.thread of purpose until the day that fiery, indomitable, determined will finally burns out. Even if his Goddess may have forsaken him knowingly or unknowingly, even if his people have rejected him to the point he isn't even human anymore, even though they reviled him, even if that rejection should by all intents and purposes chained his spirit to the land or ground the jewel of his unbreakable soul into dust, he still loves them, still adores them, still wants to protect them.

No matter how long he must keep going for it. He wishes to see those he holds dear happy, though they cursed and imprisoned him once.

The Chain getting dropped into a completely empty, desolated and undeniably dead version of Sky's Hyrule, only to find the only living thing besides monster is a single man, with rusted gold armor and an old sword, a faded tunic of green with a long, crimson scarf like a bloody banner. With hair and eyes like theirs, undeniably a Link. But so very frigid, so very silent they almost didn't notice him, that they can't help but wonder just how many years he has spent there, eroding away, ruined but still kind, kind, so very gentle. A shadow of his former self, yes, but still himself, still so so so good, doing all he can until Sky's Era comes and maybe, just maybe, he can finally rest.

Or maybe not, after all, someone has to keep the land safe until the Hero after Sky comes around, no?

Just Revenant First in general.

Or maybe we give him the House in Fata Morgana treatment, the House in Fata Hylia Au if you will- *collapses from sleep deprivation*