Some ideas for how everyone looks in the SLAU
At the start, everyone is just wearing whatever they had on before the shattering happened.
Delius was wearing his usual ranch-working Ordon clothes, with the differences being that he has since incorporated more leather padding on his torso and arms, partially to cover up his scars there but also because he doesn't feel the need to put on the hero's tunic anymore. He has a belt that carries a small pouch where he keeps the Twilight Shard close by. He still wears the boots from the hero's tunic, mainly because the sandals just seem impractical now.
Steam was manning his train at the time, pulling into a station for some repair work. He has his engineer coat with the royal insignia in red on both sleeves and a red bandanna that he wears to keep his hair out of the way. He has steel-toed brown work boots as well as brown leather work gloves. He is, of course, absolutely covered in dirt and oil from working on his train, with the only items he has on him being his tool belt with all of his tools and a single pocket knife that was a gift from his Zelda.
Blue was about to start working in the forge, literally in the process of putting on the apron and gloves. [I changed a few things leading up to the shattering regarding the Four Swords boys.] He has a sturdy blue bandanna to keep his hair out of his face, said hair is at the middle of his neck in length and wavy, and also a long to 3/4 sleeve shirt. Everything he wears is blue pretty much, except for his boots, which are a standard dark brown and steel-toed. Navy blue pants, as well. The only thing he had on him was his belt with his trusty hammer at his side.
Fen was the most prepared, actually traveling when the shattering happened. He wore his standard green tunic, brown undershirt, brown pants, and boots that used to be brown but were so caked in dirt and barely holding together that they looked black. He had all his items and gear with him, which is more than most heroes can say.
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First Meetings - Delius
This was pretty fun to write, actually. I think I might write a little reuniting thing with Delius and Tear tho cuz I felt oh so bad for doing this to him I'm such a liar, I loved this. If y'all wanna ask questions or request stuff for this au, I think I've regained enough of a braincell to keep going ^u^
Not really any warnings besides Delius drinks a beer, Blue has a mouth on him, and Steam is kinda a little shit. Fen has done nothing wrong ever, just a little bit of a creepy kid thing going on.
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Link wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, watching as the remaining goats ran into the barn, baa-ing all the way into their pens. Link smiled at the job well done, looking over to see Fado escorting a few kids into their respective areas. As Fado locked up the barn, he smiled at Link and waved him over.
“Job well done as usual, Link,” he smiled, then turned back to the barn with a furrowed brow, “Though is it jus’ my imagination, or are they more skittish than normal?”
“I guess they did seem ta startle easier than before,” Link shrugged, looking up to see the sky looking overcast as it had all day, “Maybe there’s a storm comin’?”
“Could be, but they’ve never acted like that ‘fore a storm. Ya didn’ even have ta have Epona do much ta move em ta the barn.”
Link shrugged again, looking at Fado with a smile.
“If it’ll help ya sleep better at night, I’ll look inta it ‘fore bed tonight. I gotta go meet Princess Zelda tomorrow anyway, so if I don’ get an answer tonight, I’ll ask her then.”
Fado nodded, satisfied with the answer, and waved Link off.
“Well, we finished fer the day anyway, so go on ahead home. An’ good luck on yer trip tomorrow.”
Link chuckled, waving as he headed for Epona, waiting patiently by the open gate. He led her by the reigns through the sleepy town of Ordon and toward his treehouse home. He watched the village children running back to their homes with smiles and laughter. Seeing them so carefree and happy again warmed his heart, especially after the Twilight Invasion that jumpstarted his quest over five years ago. While not everything was as it had been before, he was at ease knowing that the village was safe and the people he had known all his life were happy.
Exiting the far gate toward the woods, he led Epona to her spot nearby, letting her settle in as he headed up into the treehouse to fetch her dinner and prepare his meal. Once Epona was happily munching away on oats and hay, he patted her nose in thanks before heading back into his home.
He sighed as he surveyed the kitchen, already dreading his next attempt at making a meal for himself. He found a suitable portion of goat meat and some rice he had purchased on his last trip to Castle Town, beginning to wash the rice as the meat slowly cooked over a grate in his fireplace. Sprinkling the meat with salt, he began to eat the meal, missing the food his companion had made for him that felt so long ago. He sighed, finishing what he had and placing dirty dishes into the sink for later. He found an unopened bottle of pumpkin beer inside his icebox and took it with him as he headed out to the Ordon Spring.
It was quiet when he arrived, the fairies there fluttering through the foliage surrounding the spring. He paid them no mind, approaching the water and stopping just at its edge. He sat down in the sand, legs crossed, and placed the drink beside him. He waited, hoping for a sign that the Spirit Ordona was listening or willing to talk. But as the sky grew darker, he was clearly on his own. He sighed, uncapping his drink and looking up at the overcast sky.
“Today marks five years since my journey ended,” he spoke, a melancholy smile making its way onto his face, “and about three since I last saw the Champion.”
He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the weight of everything he had done up until now settle in his mind and heart. He could still feel the toll it took on him, with scars that never fully healed and feelings never truly voiced. He held up the bottle to the sky as though in a toast.
“To the shade of the hero long since passed, may he rest peacefully without regrets.”
He sipped at the drink, picturing the armored skeleton before him as he faded away, leaving him with parting words that instilled courage and determination to see his journey through.
“Go and do not falter, my child.”
He sighed, letting the memory fill his mind. He held the bottle up again, feeling tears begin to prick the corners of his eyes.
“To the Queen of the Twili and rightful ruler of the Twilight Realm, may she rule fairly and her kingdom prosper.” He brought the bottle to his lips again and whispered, “And let her be safe since I can’t help her anymore.”
He took a sip, letting the alcohol burn its way down his throat. He could almost hear her teasing laughter about his reaction after trying beer for the first time. He smiled wistfully as the image of her final goodbye filled his mind. He would always miss having her by his side, no matter how much time passed.
He held the bottle up again and could feel how his heart ached.
“And finally, to the Hylian Champion that he lives the life he wanted to freely and happily wherever he may be. That he regains his lost memories and-” Link could feel tears begin to trail down his cheeks as his voice cracked, “that he still remembers me.”
He drank the rest of his beer, placing the empty bottle beside him as he rubbed his eyes. Bittersweet memories of fighting alongside the Champion on his journey and finally being able to speak to him properly filled his mind. How they had become so close over the course of a year to the point that he had hoped they would stay together for as long as they lived. Of course, much like Midna, he never got his wish. The Champion had to finish his quest eventually, this he knew, but watching him enter the castle and not getting the chance to say goodbye hurt him more than anything else he had been through.
He scrubbed at his face, willing himself to calm down. When the tears ceased, he lay back in the sand, watching the sky fade to black as night fell. Ordona wasn’t coming, yet he didn’t feel like leaving, even if there was no reason to stay. He could feel his eyes growing heavy with sleep, and knowing he was safe here, he allowed himself to fall asleep to the sounds of rustling leaves and soft chimes of fairies.
CRACK
Link inhaled sharply, his ears suddenly picking up unfamiliar voices as he awoke. His eyes opened, and he saw an unfamiliar wooden ceiling instead of the sky he anticipated seeing. He jolted upright, nearly stumbling at the sudden change from lying down to standing. He had no weapons with him, only the clothes he normally wore while working and the twilight shard he kept safe in a pouch attached to his belt. He looked around, hoping enemies weren’t surrounding him, only to see a small group of three people standing nearby.
He watched as one of them, wearing a blue long-sleeve shirt and blue bandanna, was pacing, alternating between gesturing wildly and mumbling heatedly to themself. Another was standing in the corner of the room, a hand on a bejeweled sword hilt as they watched everything with wide, curious brown eyes. Link could tell this kid had been through tough times; his green tunic was patched with various fabric scraps now, yet still torn and threadbare in places. He could even see scars hidden under their thin tunic and undershirt. Link then turned his attention to the last person, noting the royal insignia on their royal blue coat despite the heavy amounts of dark-colored dirt practically caking them along with the way they leaned against a wall, tapping their gloved fingers against their arm as they scanned the area with sea-green eyes. They noticed when Link was watching, nodding with a smile at him.
“Gonna hazard a guess an’ say that none of y’all know what’s goin’ on,” Link spoke, noticing the flinch the kid made at his sudden voice.
The one wearing blue practically rounded on him, getting close to him with a finger jabbed into his chest.
“Well, I’m going to say that I want no part of whatever this is! I was perfectly happy minding my own business working when all of a sudden, I fall through the fucking floor to wherever the fuck this is!”
Link picked up the sound of a small giggle, glancing to see the kid covering their mouth with amusement in their eyes. The tall, dirt-covered Hylian shook their head, sighing. The blue Hylian then rounded on them, stomping their way towards them.
“What?! You have something to say to me, soot-stain?!”
“I just think its funny how angry you’ve gotten all on your own and we haven’t even figured out where we are, who each other is, or what we’re doing here,” they shook their head, bright blonde locks falling out from under their red bandanna, “How about we at least share names before any fights start, alright? I’m called Link, and I’m a royal engineer for New Hyrule.”
Link flinched, noticing the other two doing the same. The one wearing blue scoffed, mumbling ‘of course’ under their breath before they looked up at the new Link.
“We aren’t doing this shit again, thank you very much. Just call me Blue. I’m a hero and a blacksmith.”
Link hummed, gaining the attention of the others easily. He scratched the back of his neck.
“Well, ‘m called Link as well, an’ I’m a hero along with bein’ a ranchhand.”
Blue sighs, then turns to the kid who had been quietly watching the exchange. The kid stared for a while, then grinned.
“Got many names, called Link, called Fae, called Fen. Fen from my mother, that’s me,” the kid grinned wider, the voice seeming almost to chime as Link listened.
“Alright then,” Blue crossed their arms, looking between the two Links, “pick out a different name. I’m not gonna call you both Link.”
“Hmm, well, considering my role as an engineer, I think I’ll go with Steam for now,” the newly dubbed Steam stated, taking off a glove to push a lock of hair back under the bandanna.
The three looked expectantly up at Link, who sighed as he realized this would be another adventure he was ill-prepared to partake in.
“A previous companion of mine was also named Link an’ gave me a name I could use. Call me Delius.”
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Some little notes: Delius never got a chance to actually figure out his feelings for Midna, but he did have strong feelings for Tear to the point where they were a couple. Delius also has an accent that's more noticeable when he's in Ordon or gets stressed/scared.
Fen doesn't really use pronouns, but just goes with what everyone calls them cuz he literally doesn't care.
Blue is very good at disguising his fear/worry with anger.
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[I have an unfinished prompt fill that I'm sharing in the hopes that someone pokes the braincell enough for me to finish it eventually.]
There are no warnings as it is currently, but if I return to this, there will be warnings.
The fog obscured everything, stretching out over the rocky terrain and leaving barely a foot of clarity in front of them. Walking was treacherous. Too many missteps could send one of them careening off the steep cliff next to the path. It wasn’t as dangerous yesterday when the path was so much broader, and the sky was clear. Spending the night in a cave left them to take the day as it came. According to the Veteran, the cliff had crumbled during the night, and a few boulders from higher up the mountain had tumbled down and broken away the fragile rock.
Now they were here, one by one traveling through the eerie landscape and keeping a hand on the wall next to them. Four wasn’t scared of heights, they had to get rid of that fear on their quests, but they were still wary, staying as close to the solid rock as possible. They wanted to put as much distance as possible between them and the edge.
“We’re nearing the end of the path, I think,” Twilight called out, breaking the tense silence.
A few sighs of relief echoed, Four relaxing slightly at the good news. Warriors chuckled at the reaction, and the smithy poked him in response, the hero turning to look at them with an amused smile.
“All of you are dramatic. I can’t help but laugh,” Warriors shrugged, turning and continuing down the path, “It’s just a bit of early morning fog, nothing more.”
“Speak for yourself,” Legend grumbled from behind Four, “this doesn’t bode well.”
Four had to agree, at least somewhat. They weren’t safe just yet, and who knows if what Twilight had said was true.
They continued the trek, listening for any sign of danger though only the ominous silence greeted them. The path gradually began to even out, or at least, it seemed that way, as the loose rocks seemed to vanish from underfoot.
“Hold on,” Warriors held up a hand, stopping the remaining group still on the path.
“What’s wrong?” Four asked, ignoring the annoyed murmuring of Legend behind them.
“Something isn’t right.”
Four paused, listening closely to the world around them. Then there was the sound of rocks smacking against each other. Four flinched, looking up at the mountain. Small pebbles rained down on the group, and their eyes grew wide.
“Landslide! Move!”
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