Breath of the Wild - One Shots

Mutual Feelings Pt. 7, (Revali x Reader)

"I heard you got your jimmies rustled." Purah noted with a full-mouth - a bad habit that her mother so desperately tried to rid her of, but her attempts were futile.

"Oh?" Robbie inquired, a curious eyebrow raising, "Your jimmies?"

"I've always hated how you two talk." Your eyes instinctively rolled, possibly so far that they'd surely never come back. "Impa doesn't talk like that, where on earth did you two pick that up from? You're not even siblings!"

The two shrugged simultaneously, both almost mimicking one another as they returned to picking the bones from the fish and discarding them to the side of their plates. It was truly odd how similar they were. Yet, when the topic arose they would always deny it - possibly until the days that they died. Maybe Robbie picked up on Purah's tendencies while training and researching along with her.

"Anyway," Purah spoke directed at you though her eyes never faltered from her dinner, "back to your jimmies."

"How did you guys even hear about that? It was a few days ago, news can't possibly travel that fast."

"Oh, but it does when you're a royal scientist." She continued, "I heard Revali freaked out! What was that like?"

"Is this conversation really necessary?" You pushed a mushroom around on your plate, watching as the small ashy flakes crumpled and wrinkled along the sides. Purah had a habit similar to that of her opened-mouth chewing; she was notorious for cooking far too much food. Being nearly 30 minutes into dinner, you would suspect that there would be little to nothing left on the family plates gathered at the middle of the table. Instead, a plethora of food was still stacked upon itself. Roasted mushrooms and leeks littered the table that would go untouched for the night, or possibly discarded.

"Absolutely it is." Robbie chimed in whilst stuffing another carrot into his mouth. "He never freaks out. Go on, spill it."

Letting a puff of air escape your lips, you dropped your utensils to the plate and rested your elbows on the table. "Well, I'm absolutely stuffed. Nice work, as always. Are you guys done with these?" You motioned to the plates sitting on the table. Both nodded.

Carrying the plates into the next room over, all eyes were on you upon your entrance. Two men sat at one table, a half-played chess board between them. Another man had his head turned from the fire he stood before, their dinner cooking above it. The room was very much like the rest with hard wood floors, hard chalk and limestone walls that extended just above 7 feet, a fireplace in the corner to warm the area in the winter, and a few tables and cots.

"Haven't seen you here in a while." The man by the fire spoke, Mannery.

"I get around." You took another step into the room. The soldiers returned to their chess game, one obviously contemplating over his next move. By the looks of it, he was losing.

"You get around?" Mannery's eyebrow raised suggestively, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. Face flushed, you closed your eyes and sighed. "You know what I mean."

"I know. Is that for us?" His head nodded toward the plates in both your hands.

"Purah made too much."

"She always does." He rose from his spot and crossed the room to stand at your side. Mannery was a tall guy, with a straightened back he was about 6 foot 4. His light brown hair was cut short and slightly spiked in the front. He was one of the knights positioned at the Royal Lab and had become acquainted with you after your visits. His wife worked in the castle and on occasion would join you on your voyage to bring Purah more books as if she didn't have enough.