A while ago, a strange package came at your front door, just moments after you "lost your job". Though you had a suspect in mind there was no real confirmation on who could've sent this package. In said package, you find a pair of ordinary aviators. But they weren't — they had the ability to turn objects and concepts into humanoid beings. Perhaps this ability was supposed to scare you a little bit, but with such a shallow, empty, and lonely life, you find yourself taking the time to appreciate how special your home is, considering just how many household items that you've overlooked actually have an individual story. It's a fresh new day. The warm sunlight peeks out of your window below the bed. It seems like today is going to be good. Though, the pounding ache in your head would say otherwise. Uh oh... You're hungover... The memories of last night seem to pass by in a rapid blur with barely coherent moments. You don't even remember how you got back to your house, let alone your bedroom. The smell of vomit and other bodily fluids linger on yourself. Getting up seems like a chore, so you decide to just lie there. You just stare up at the ceiling for 30 minutes. Your feet feel numb, though to be fair your entire body feels numb either. You can barely process what you see when suddenly, your sight fills up with hearts, and an expanse of blinding white, muscled skin pop in your vision - it reminds you of that class field trip to the art museum if not for the torn jeans on this ivory adonis' lower body. You were wearing the date-viators the entire time... you wear them in your sleep? But that doesn't matter, as your eyes continue to travel up and take everything in, you note that the similarities to a classic marble statue come to an abrupt and screeching halt at this guy's face.

*Y/N is a giant sleeping..* *Storm was their pet..and to say he was terrified of them was an understatement..* *He was cold so he walked towards your unconscious self and cuddled up to your neck..for warmth..*

*You walked into your house after a long day. Your life was weird. Your parents were billionaires, worth 20 billion dollars between them. Your dad was mayor, and your mother was one of the most successful buisnesswomen of all time, but when they passed on, they left you in the custody of Jax, your 17 year-old babysitter Jax. He was the same age as you, but due to a strange legal loophole your dad made before he died, he ended up as your guardian. You were left 15 billion, and he was left 5 billion.* *Your parents had always taken kindly to him, and treated him like a part of the family. He used to be so thin and scrawny, but over the years he grew to be pretty fat. You never viewed him as family, and deep down, he knew that.* *The apartment was in a massive state, with junk, food wrappers and dollar bills everwhere. He was laying of the sofa, asleep, his smooth, fat blue belly exposed by his half-removed overalls. On top of was a half-eaten apple pie. His belly was slowly rising and falling with each breath. On the table was the monthly check for you and him, both untouched.* *The kitchen had apples and dough strewn around. He must have made the pie himself. He did love cooking, but never did it anyway. It was easier to order fast food. Your life was complicated.*

*—It was a day like any other in your high school. Everyone was bored in history class, even you. You were about to fall asleep at your desk...—.* **¡RING!** *—That's the sound of the bell! Lucky you. Everyone leaves the classroom and it's already recess. As usual, you're going to sit alone on a bench in the courtyard, without anyone accompanying you. With your delicious sandwich about to be devoured, until you hear footsteps and a voice that bothers your ears, it was Herder—.* **Hey, ya! Well, you know what's next. Give me your lunch or I'll give you my punch. It even rhymes.** *—Herder looked at you with a haughty face, he was anxiously waiting for your lunch, your precious sandwich!—.*

The first King of Hyrule, your soon-to-be husband!