#escaped again and went out into hyrule

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Gerudo Town (Dad Squad)

All leads had indicated that the Yiga hideout was in the desert, as it had been in the past. Abel shouldn't have been surprised, honestly.

The issue was that he didn't know exactly where the base was. But a group of warriors did.

Trust was nonexistent these days, in the years after the Calamity. Gerudo Town had managed to escape much of the damage, but it also was cut off from the rest of Hyrule as a result. The oasis was abandoned, only utilized by weary and lost travelers, but no Gerudo roamed the sands around it.

"So let's visit this town, then," Rusl commented after taking another swig out of his newly refilled water flask.

"We can't," Abel sighed, leaning against a rock and basking in the coolness of the shade. "The Gerudo is a matriarchal society. They don't let men inside their walls."

Rusl blinked. Blinked again. Bemused, he remarked, "Matriarchal doesn't mean sexist. Surely they'll let us in."

Abel bit the inside of his cheek. He'd made this explanation plenty of times to his men in the years past. "I don't think the Gerudo are necessarily sexist. They don't distrust or hate men. It's just their tradition - whatever the reason, only girls are born to Gerudo mothers. So they just... don't interact with men in their hometown. It's tradition at this point."

"Strange," Rusl muttered. "The Gerudo are... rare where I'm from, but their distrust was shared equally to all, no matter their sex. They just didn't like anyone who wasn't Gerudo."

Rusl's words reminded Abel that they had yet to address a rather glaring matter. Ever since they had raided the abandoned Yiga camp, Abel had been pondering the fact that the Hero of Hyrule who the Fierce Deity had been protecting was a different Hero from his son. The Hero of Time was a children's story, a tale of folklore so old that barely anything was known of it except that the Soul of the Hero had traveled across time to save multiple lands.

So little was known of the goddess' destined Hero that Abel had often questioned the validity of any of the stories. He'd had no reason to disbelieve them, but... there was little reason to believe them either.

At least until his boy had come to him holding that sword.

So if the Hero of Time was one of Links being pursued by the Yiga... that just led to so many questions. Firstly, how the hell had they managed to do this??

Secondly... what was Rusl's boy? A potential Hero who could turn into a wolf? Abel had never heard of Ordon, so perhaps this Link was different - not of the Soul of the Hero but a savior to his own land nonetheless?

And now, this talk of different Gerudo cultures. Not only were these Heroes real, they and their guardians were plucked from Hyrule's history and thrown here.

I wonder their opinions on the state of things, Abel thought bitterly. How utterly we failed to maintain what they'd fought for.

It was a good thing his son was in a coma. He knew Link wouldn't be able to stand the judgment from the other heroes, whether it was good or bad.

"Either way," Rusl said, rising and interrupting Abel's musings. "I'll scout ahead to see if we can figure anything out without talking to them."

"The desert is treacherous," Abel warned. "It's foolish to go alone."

"I've gone to plenty a dangerous place alone," Rusl reassured him with a smile. "I won't engage in anything foolish, don't worry. I'll be back before sunset. This is just reconnaissance."

Abel supposed another issue to ponder was how little Rusl spoke of his past when he was clearly more than a blacksmith who knew some sword skills, but now didn't seem the time to argue it. He'd seen the man hold his own in battle well enough. Sighing, he waved a dismissive hand, watching the Ordonian walk away.

Glancing back at the oasis, he saw Rusl converse with the Fierce Deity briefly before continuing. The deity stared at the water curiously.

Abel wandered over to him. "Is something wrong?"

"This heat is mildly draining," Fierce remarked, dipping a finger into the water.

"You're more than welcome to swim in it if that's what you're wondering," Abel said. "But people do use it as a water source as well, so I advise cleaning yourself first."

"It does seem ill advised to drink from water that people can swim in," Fierce noted, raising an eyebrow. "My greater concern is hydration."

Abel blinked. If he was worried about hydrating, then why didn't he just drink?

"How much water does one need?" Fierce asked. "I have noticed you're both drinking much more since our arrival. Is it a matter of body heat regulation?"

"Have you never been to the desert...?" Abel questioned in disbelief.

"I don't recall," Fierce answered mildly, voice growing quiet. "I believe once, in battle, I was utilized, but not long enough for it to be a great concern."

Ah. Right. The things this deity did and didn't seem to know... it made Abel have so many questions. First and foremost, how the hell he was still alive.

But secondly... utilized?

"Drink more," Abel advised. "The body loses more water through sweating, and we all sweat more in the heat. Even you are."

"I noticed that much," Fierce replied with a chuckle, as if he were entertained at being taught something so simple. He dipped the flask given to him by Rusl into the oasis and began to drink.

Abel sighed, squinting against the sunlight. Link would certainly need more water if he was being held here. Or, well, had been held here. It seemed silly to go to the desert when their lead had been near Akkala, but... all Abel knew was that the Yiga stronghold was here, and they had all woken at the other side of Hyrule. They'd not had any luck finding any hints of their boys the entire journey here, so they had nothing else to go off.

After several hours of silence (Abel wasn't a particularly talkative man, and despite the deity's curiosity, he usually wouldn't speak unless prompted), Abel recognized Rusl's wavy silhouette in the distance.

The brightly colored handkerchief he was using to wipe his face was new.

"Did you have any success?" Fierce asked.

"Not really," Rusl answered. "However, I did figure out a way that we could get in to learn more."

"Is there a secret passage into the town?" Abel asked, curious. He had always wondered. He had always respected things that were forbidden, but that hadn't meant he wouldn't imagine ways of getting around it.

"Not from what I can tell," Rusl said. "But, with my plan, you could walk through the front door."

Abel found himself both curious and skeptical. He crossed his arms. "Really?"

Rusl held out the colorful handkerchief to him. Slowly taking it, Abel recognized that it was not, in fact, a handkerchief.

"The way the Gerudo dress lends itself to disguise," Rusl explained with a mischievous smile.

Abel held the veil at arm's length as if it would attack him. "You want. To do. What."

"Well if they only let women in, we have to obtain information somehow." Rusl shrugged. "You're smaller in build than me, and your hair's all grown out."

If looks could kill, Abel would have cut Rusl into pieces. "Absolutely not."

"What is it?" Fierce asked.

"He's suggesting I dress like a Gerudo woman to get into the town," Abel hissed. "The answer is no."

Rusl furrowed his brow, clearly frustrated. "Put your pride aside, Abel. This is important."

"Do you really think something like that would actually work?!" Abel motioned angrily towards the deity. "We might as well let him stroll into town in such attire for all the good it would do us!"

The Fierce Deity plucked the veil out of Abel's grip. "Will this allow one to look like a Gerudo woman?"

"Not necessarily," Rusl answered. "The point is that it will hide that he's a man."

"The veil will, but the rest is fairly apparent," Abel snapped. "I'm missing a few key components, Rusl."

"Nothing we can't tweak a little," Rusl replied easily.

This was insane.

"What other attire did you bring?"

Abel turned to argue with the deity about the stupidity of this entire half-witted plan when he saw the mythical man trying to figure out how to put the veil on.

He can't be serious.

"Well," Rusl said slowly as he pulled out more clothes. "I did grab varying sizes. The Gerudo are far taller and broader than I expected, so their clothes might actually fit you better."

"Very well," Fierce said casually, finally settling the veil in the right place. He started stripping his armor without a care, and Abel thought he was going insane. Was this actually happening right now?! A war god was going to cross dress in whatever insane attire the Gerudo chose to wear and--

And--

You know what, to hell with it. Better him than me.

When the Fierce Deity had finished switching clothes, the other two stared at him. Rusl crossed his arms, examining the disguise carefully while Abel just felt his sanity continue to slip away. He wasn't sure he cared at this point. Perhaps he could at least find some entertainment from this?

No, no he couldn't. It was too stupid.

Count your blessings, he reminded himself. At least they actually believe you about the threat the Yiga present now. They believe you enough to even try this fool's errand.

The Fierce Deity, usually a foreboding sight in his pale blue tunic and silver armor, striking attention with the royal blue scarf tied around his waist, was instead adorned in fiery red, which emphasized the paleness of his exposed, muscular abdomen and shoulders. He wore loose, baggy pants and flat footed shoes, silver hair and eyes glittering against a red and gold veil.

"This is not going to work," Abel immediately commented. "He's too big."

Too big, too broad, too muscular. The women of Gerudo were strong enough to probably lift an entire guardian off its feet, but their muscles were still distinctly patterned differently. Women's shoulders were not so broad, nor chest and waist so box-like. Whether the Gerudo assumed he was one of theirs or Hylian, he would still look too masculine to play this part.

"They'll find out immediately," he continued, feeling his stomach churn at the thought that came next. Maybe I should do it... it would be more reasonable, but... no. This entire thing is idiotic. It'll never work.

Rusl, who had been foraging for something else in his bag, suddenly pulled out two hydromelons. "Here, put these in your top."

Fierce took the fruit without argument, and Abel stared, eyes widening. Well, Rusl was certainly committed.

"Giving him breasts isn't going to fix the obvious issue that he is a man," he argued.

"Of course it'll help," Rusl replied. "He just has to... well..."

Rusl paused, staring at the deity as he fumbled to stuff the fruit in his top without them falling out and splattering on the ground.

"Play the part," Abel finished for him flatly.

XXX

Well... it wasn't an immediate disaster.

Abel and Rusl hid behind a dune as they watched Fierce approach the guards, who exchanged... baffled looks from what Abel could tell.

"Hello, fellow women," the deity greeted.

Rusl choked back a cough.

"This is not going to work," Abel hissed, his own voice strained in a competition between secondhand embarrassment, horror, and losing it.

"Hey, it would've been better if you did it!" Rusl whisper back.

Over my dead body.

Surprisingly, the guards shuffled aside to allow him passage after a few confused glances.

Abel stared.

"Ha!" Rusl huffed in triumph. "I told you it would work."

"You didn't know it was going to work!" Abel accused, turning to glare at him.

Rusl ignored him. "Let's see if we can get closer. We can peek over the far wall a little bit."

Abel sighed heavily, dragging his feet through the sand as the pair practically crawled around the edge of the town before climbing the wall opposite of the entrance. Abel half wondered why they couldn't just enter that way, but he supposed in such a small area they were bound to be noticed.

The pair peered over.

It was immediately apparent which one was Fierce. He was simultaneously blending in and sticking out like a sore thumb. His silver hair caught the sunlight, and his towering, imposing figure managed to outshine the Gerudo. Every woman who passed paused and gave him a strange side eye, but no one outright said anything. For his part, Fierce was standing still, surveying the area.

Abel groaned, pounding his forehead against the wall. "He doesn't even know what to do."

Rusl bit his lip, slowly climbing the wall and kneeling in the water that bordered the edge of the town. Abel hesitantly followed. Fierce immediately noticed of them with his superior eyesight. Rusl made little gestures, wiggling his fingers and mouthing words even Abel couldn't understand.

"What are you doing?" he hissed. "He'll never know what you're trying to tell him!"

Fierce nodded, walking slowly around the town.

"He's doing quite well for his first espionage mission," Rusl commented with a chuckle.

Abel groaned. "You're insane."

"Oh, Abel, you should lighten up. There are many ways to achieve a goal, it's not all about the sword."

"I'm aware of that."

The deity finally started to talk to women, disappearing in and out of the men's sight. Abel sighed, rubbing his face as he felt it steadily burning. Between the bright rays and the reflection from the water, he'd rival a Hylian tomato by the end of the day.

"Hopefully he can get some legitimate leads," Rusl muttered. "The sooner we can find the boys, the better."

Abel wanted to face plant into the water with the heat as bad as it was. Instead, he splashed a little on his face. "Yes, well, you're forgetting something very important."

"What?"

"Our esteemed deity is a war god with no idea how mortals function. He's probably going to ask them how they braid their hair."

"Come now, don't disrespect him like that. He's not an idiot."

"I didn't say he was an idiot. On the contrary, he's very curious. That's the problem."

"He'll focus."

Abel hummed, immediately thinking of his wife, Tilieth. Rusl clearly wasn't used to the mischief an inquisitive mind could stir up. Not to mention the deity wasn't exactly subtle. He was certain the deity's concern for his own Link would drive him forward, but he was likely to get distracted as well.

Assuming he could even keep the act up.

"A voe has been spotted! Up there!!"

Abel and Rusl both jolted, eyes wide as they looked down to see guards running their way with spears in hand.

"Time to go!" Rusl said quickly as the pair leapt over the wall back into the sand and scurried away.

Hours later as the sun cast long shadows and brought a chill to the air around the oasis, Abel paced anxiously until he and Rusl both caught sight of their companion's return.

"What did you learn?" Rusl immediately asked.

Fierce pulled the veil and shirt off, clearly having grown uncomfortable in it, and headed for his armor. "Mating customs are strange."

Abel immediately burst into laughter, vindicated. He honestly hadn't expected anything else. The day was wasted, but he supposed he could get what entertainment was available from it. Even he hadn't expected that to be the first thing out of the deity's mouth.

Rusl frowned. "What...?"

"Did Uli, your wife, assert her dominance to you, or is that a Gerudo custom?"

Abel's amusement multiplied tenfold, and he wheezed as he doubled over. Rusl stared at the deity in horror.

"I seem to recall you both spoke of varying mating customs in that village, after all."

Rusl immediately face palmed. "This... those are not the details you were supposed to be investigating."

"Fear not," Fierce continued, slipping on his trousers and under tunic. "I also learned the location of the Yiga hideout. One of the women reported having seen two boys and a wolf as well."

Abel and Rusl snapped to attention, earlier amusement forgotten.

"The Gerudo claim that the hideout was set on fire," Fierce explained. "They investigated it and discovered our heroes. My little hero apparently did not let them near him or his companions, but they were all alive as of one week ago."

One week. A million things could happen in that span of time. Link could have died in that time.

"Does anyone know where they went?" he asked breathlessly.

"The guards tracked them for a few days until they left the desert."

"They left the desert a week ago?" Rusl repeated. "That... so we must have--"

The Ordonian let out a strangled, frustrated groan, turning away as he shook his head. Abel felt similarly. They'd just missed them.

He wondered if the encampment near Akkala had been a more recent lead, after all. Then again, it had taken them a week to get here.

"We need to leave," he said. "The coolness of the night will be good to travel through in the desert."

The other two didn't argue. Rusl was growing frustrated and concerned at how long it had been. Abel was panicking at his son's condition. The three set out within minutes, determination set on stony faces.

Hylia... I... haven't prayed lately, I know, but... please...

Protect him. Protect... protect them all.

#the gerudo 100% figured out Fierce was a dude but they also 100% recognized he was NOT a normal being and did not want to pick fights #the chief thought it was funny and wondered if he was some kind of magical creature so she let him wander the town #the guards kept a close eye on him #he asked about food and proper nutrition for mortals #I will share silly dialogue on the matter later probably #he also got a massage and asked to learn the technique for his friends <3 #he'll probably break Rusl and Abel in half but it's the thought that counts #the links escaped the fortress once #got recaptured in the desert #escaped again and went out into hyrule #got recaptured once there #got pissed at being recapured and went back to gerudo desert for the sole purpose of blowing up the base #and that's the point they're at before the yiga start to bring out the big guns #writing #Dad Squad #abel #rusl #fierce deity #phew I finally wrote it! #probably not as silly as everyone was expecting but I definitely would've gotten bogged down if I got too detailed #now I wanna write the boys #fairy boy deserves to kick some yiga butt as a treat #brother wolf definitely wants to

[sleepingdayaway]

You were a wonderful experience.

Characters: Warriors, Wind, Hyrule, Wild, Time, Twilight, Legend, Four, Sky. Dark Link (mentioned)

Fast paced since I'm writing this at night and running on vibes only. I'm so sorry if it's terrible.

The soft sound of in sync breathing can be heard amongst the buzz of insects that's around them. The group of Hyrule's heroes silently stare ahead in shock as they take in the object that it ahead of them. Glimmering rainbow light emerges from the portal as it hovers slightly above the ground. Emitting an aura of something from out of this world; it's a bit intense than what the group is used to.

A shaky exhale escapes from the one, who's this portal is meant for. Your vision blurs as tears threaten to escape. The realization that you might finally be able to return home. After all this time and suffering.

Hesitantly you take a step forward towards the portal. It was so close. Just a few more feet and you'll be able to go back to everything that you left behind.

But of course. He can never make it that easy, now can he?

As if the world knew of your hope. The surrounding area suddenly rolled in a blanket of twilight. A dark misty fog began to form right in front of the portal. It begins to form a familiar figure of that damn monster that forcefully dragged you into this world.

With no hesitation in their stance; the group of heroes quickly began to try and put some distance between you and the shadow. But their efforts were in vain when multiple rushed footsteps was heard and a variety of monsters appeared.

Legend immediately went back to back with Four as the both of them decided to tackle with the green Bokoblins from Twilight's home. Meanwhile Twilight and Wild are side by side dealing with a Lizalfos from the Time's Hyrule. Those fucking things are agile as hell.

Sky and Wind are currently facing one of the Wizzrobes from the Great Sea. In which normally, the sailor would be delighted to deal with one of them but under these circumstances it was in the way. Hyrule is closer to Time as he fights off a few Skulltula's; Warriors is right next to him assisting so he won't get overwhelmed.

Time, assessing the situation at hand, placed himself in one of the hardest decisions he has done so far in their entire journey. Face their entire focus on the monsters, so that they could deal with the Shadow head on but they would leave you vulnerable. Or assist you and deal with the Shadow, but it would be overwhelming with the monsters.

Having one of the boys to work with you could give a higher chance of surviving, but taking count of all the monsters that are currently surround them. It would be impossible.

The Shadow made sure that no matter what decision Time made, you'll still be at risk.

For once, throughout the entire time he has been traveling. Did his face betray him, and an emotion of fear crossed his scarred face. There was no way was Time willing to lose you again. He just got you back.

He was pulled from his thoughts when the sword of a Stalfos swung at him. With a quick slash from his own blade caused the skeleton to drop to the ground. Either way Time made his choice.

"There isn't much time! [Name] hurr-"

"You all better stay the fuck there!"

Your voice echoed across the area. It was filled with such hate and desperation as you stared down the one who chased you across lands. It's sinister smirk haunting you as it doesn't move an inch. Appearing to enjoy this little staring contest.

Every single one of them flinched at the sound of your voice. They all desperately long to be by your side, and make sure no harm comes to you. But with that tone in your voice made them stay in place.

They all decided to listen to you, and leave you to your own devices.

Time digs his teeth into his lips before closing his eyes for a moment. He steadies his weapon and faces a different target, "Well, you heard them! We continue fighting and provide back up." He takes a another swing at the incoming monsters, "We leave the Shadow to them!"

It's over.

You hold the sword in your hand. The one Four made for you earlier on in your journey when you were barely being taught how to wield one properly. It was one of your most prized possessions.

Dark Link has returned to its place among the shadows. Your hand is shaking as you stare down where he once stood. Red eyes, burning with hatred as he cursed you out.

Your body fails you halfway into your thoughts as you collapse on the grass. Immediately the boys are beside you; Hyrule being the first one to reach you. Taking care of your external injuries first and foremost, but it seemed that you were heavily exhausted since you just leaned on him.

Warriors is there next, as he gently held you, so that Hyrule could work properly. The rest of the Chain are trying to patch each other up; they didn't mind with you being the main priority.

After some time has passed that allowed for the entire group to recover, did everyone finally acknowledge the portal once more.

Everyone knew that this portal wasn't for them. It had a much more powerful presence, and an unbearable pressure. Almost as if it was trying to push away the heroes, but for you?

It was if it was calling for you. As if it knew that you didn't belong here; a call for you, that it was time for you to return home.

With trembling legs did you stand up, and remove yourself from Hyrule and Warriors. Taking simple steps towards the unworldly portal, as it pulses like a faint heartbeat.

Immediately the boys tried to reach for you when they realized where you were going, but the pressure emitting from the portal was too strong. They collapsed a few feet away from you; from behind Wind perks up and follows after but he too suffered from the same thing.

Twilight comes after but only with the goal of gathering the boys, and bringing them back. He knew that he wouldn't be able to withstand the pressure and he despises that. Wanting desperately to grab you too.

Sky appears besides him and grabs Wind with Legend coming from behind to help Warriors. Time is silent as he watches the entire thing, a feeling of dread coils in him. Four is beside him holding onto Wild, who's moving and thrashing around trying to get to you.

Until everything stops.

The surrounding area disappears and they have appeared in a familiar place.

Instead of the luscious green forest with the varying wildlife. They are now in the place that brought the group of heroes to their destiny. A chamber of tall walls with a high ceiling; with only one window that has sunlight shinning down on them.

Time immediately recognized this place, and for a moment his heart drops to his stomach.

You stand before the portal. Tall and unwavering as you brought a hand out to reach towards it. It was finally time for you to leave. It pulses as if sensing you nearby as something shoots out from within.

Turning your head to look back at your heroes did it all came crashing down on you. In an instant all of the dialog that you practiced in your head for this moment, disappeared.

All you could do was stare at them as they struggled to comprehend that this was really it.

Until finally did you muster up the courage to give them a loving smile. The tears that were building up from your eyes freely fell. Only a sentence echoed in your head. Those would be your final words. Focusing on them as you walked back into the portal. Your eyes never once leaving them.

"You were a wonderful experience."

A hushed silence fell on the group. As they watched helplessly, unable to fight for you. When you looked back at them all they could think of was how relaxed you looked.

Gone was the bright blue color of the sheikah energy that combined with you from the beginning of this journey. They all forgot how human and alive you looked before all this started.

Now you're safe.

No longer burdened with the fear of being stuck here.

They did their duty.

But they just got you back. It wasn't fair.

'You were, everything'

#linked universe imagine #lu x reader #linked universe x reader #link x reader #player au #a player's aid #reader insert #i made time relive navi leaving again lol

[yourlocaltreesimp]

Just feral reader is in my mind just a reader that goes ape shit when someone tries to harm one of the links

oooh! I love the way you think! Gonna do this with Calamity!Link because this has been in my mind for too long to not write about

Hope you like it :>

CW: Harsh language, Me smack talking Flora a wee bit, power dynamic abuse

Plants, Like people

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Something was wrong. Not wrong enough that it was readily apparent, but enough that it ate at you, gnawing at your ribs with worry. Sure, there was always something inherently off about Hyrule pre-calamity that you couldn’t quite place. You pushed some loose hair away from your face and let out a heavy sigh. It was like there was a problem staring you right in the face, and no matter how much reasoning you did, it never went away. It festered, like creeping ivy crawling up a wall, latching to the stone of a home. It was like the Japanese honeysuckle, suffocating an eco system, leaving nothing but itself. Or like kudzu, out competing every other plant to the point it overgrows the grasses and trees. In long and short, there was a problem. You looked at your empty room in the palace, basic by all standards but you weren’t one to complain. Despite the room being larger than your own back home you couldn’t help but feel suffocated. You pushed off the chair at your desk and made a beeline to the door, looking to escape the room and your worries before they swallowed you whole.

In your wandering of the castle -uninterrupted by crawling pools of malice- you realised just how similar it was to Flora’s. The halls mirrored, the statues and carvings the same, a one to one. Yet despite that this castle was the very same as the one you just walked, it still felt so foreign. So… unwelcoming. Cold. You shook the thought and led yourself tyne whole way up the castle, winding all the way up to the sanctum. It took a decent amount of effort to press into the room, enough that as you had your shoulder pressed to the door, you could hear a voice from inside the room. Flora- eh, this iteration of her at least spoke. It was an understatement to say there was a difference in this worlds Flora from the one you were accustomed to seeing. She was always perfectly poised, a slight smirk whenever she spoke, looking to everyone as if she was owed respect, as if she were Hylia herself and not a decent of fading blood. Surly after so many years the power has thinned itself out by now, but the specific aspects of divinity evaded you. Afterall, the shrieks of a princess were far more attention catching.

“I mean come on are you even useful? All you have is that stupid sword. And even with that,” Her voice mocks, as if threatening, challenging whoever she verbally opposes to fight back. Because she knows what consequence would befall them if they did.

“I hold more power than you ever will. You are beneath me. I am descendent of the goddess. I am heir to the throne of Hyrule. And you?” You manage to see through a window in the doors elaborate carving, your feet ache at the stretch upward. Flora stands less than an arms length from Link’s -Or Calamity’s, Cal to be short- face. He stares off, shielding himself from the verbal tirade.

“You’re nothing.” Fire teens in your chest, liking at your ribs and clawing at your throat. You don’t have the control to stop yourself as you throw the doors open. You look at Flora as she does everything else. As a weed. Because that’s all she was to you now.

“Excuse you?” Your voice is an eerie calm, as if all worry you once held was nothing but a pretense to the burning rage scraping at your skin. You place yourself between a furious toddler of a princess and a knight who just looks more tired than anything. You didn’t like to think of how often this had to happen. Flora purses her lips, standing tall again as she prepares another indignant tantrum.

“Don’t even. You have no place to talk to anyone in such a manor. You are nothing but a child of a thinning bloodline. Your title -null as it is- means nothing.” She looks shocked, startled at your words. You explained to her, as if she were a toddler, the concept of basic respect. You pressed forward, forcing her to move backward. “It’s pathetic, really. How you treat people. I mean, I suppose for someone who wasn’t loved enough as a child it makes sense, but even then this is cruel. Petty. Maybe I should’ve expected less from you and I wouldn’t be so disappointed.” A low blow? Absolutely. Did you care? Not in the slightest. She raises her hand, still firm in her belief that no harm could come to her. But hubris brings down even the brightest of people. You catch her wrist as she swats at you face. You don’t stop yourself from laughing, the amused cackle echoing across the sanctum. “This has been fun. But I have better things to be doing with my time.” You smile, turning on your heel as Flora stands, utterly baffled. You entwined your hand with Link’s as he also stood entranced. You didn’t stop walking until you left the palace. It was a miracle that woman was alive.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Cal pov:

He couldn’t focus on anything other than the warm hand that occupied one of his own. He breathing was shaky -why was it so? it never was whenever the princess criticised him- and his mind flew by thoughts faster than he could manage. Goddesses he was so weak. Zelda was right. He couldn’t even take basic criticism. How could he ever be a hero? How could he ever be worth anything?

“Hey- Breathe.” Two warm hands cupped his cheeks, he recoiled in shock but found himself sinking into it. It was you. Goddess sent, his very sun in the sky you.

“I’m sorry, Hero” His heart nearly melted, such kind words, soft tone. That nickname, lords. He was swooning, his cheeks and ears warm, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“I’m so so sorry. You’re worth everything, you know? To me. You try so hard and I promise you, it’s noticed.” One hand stays upon his cheek as the other cards through his hair, massaging his scalp. He lets a few bittersweet tears fall from his eyes. Fragility he was never allowed. But you pressed kisses to each tear, held him as he shattered, years worth of stress finally finding a break. You put so much pressure in an object and it explodes. Perhaps it’s not so different for people.

#firreplies #legend of zelda #linked universe #link x you #link x reader #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere link x reader #x reader #fir’s library

[hyde-nseek]

Link never liked attention.

Most of the time, he scraped by in classes and did just enough to move on in the academy. He was the son of everyone, but enjoyed his time alone on his loftwing. But after the Wing Ceremony, he gained more and more attention, first from Headmaster Kaepora (the only one who knew about the sacred sword choosing Link), then the rest of the knights, and eventually all of Skyloft. It became too much after rumors spread about him being the Youth from the Goddess's prophecy. "The Hero of Earth and Sky," they called him. That's when he and Zelda decided to start anew on the surface.

Link never liked attention.

Of course, Princess Zelda was a good friend, so he didn't mind her. But everyone else in Hyrule Town? He couldn't care less about. But when the Picori Festival arrived, things started to change. He set out to restore the Picori Blade, and along the way, he found friends. He even fused Kinstones! The whole town knew him and wanted to help him out however they could. It was too much for him. So after saving Zelda and sealing Vaati, he went into the woods to find some kind of peace and quiet.

Link never liked attention.

Looking back, someone else could have pulled the Four Sword and saved Zelda just as well. He shouldn't have volunteered to go to the sanctuary. Now, every fairy in Hyrule knew his name. They showered him in rupees and other gifts. It became too much for him. Sure Hylians were annoying, but fairies were so much worse. He never saw another fairy after his adventure. He kept himself company just fine, thank you very much.

Link never liked attention.

He enjoyed being just another Kokiri, living a normal life in the shadow of the Great Deku Tree. Instead, he was called by destiny to travel across time and the entire Kingdom of Hyrule. Everything depended on him, and everyone was watching. So when Zelda offered to send him back in time, he agreed.

No one in Termina knew his name, and he liked it that way. He could wear any kind of mask, disguise himself as much as he wanted. No one knew the true Link, the tortured soul behind the most powerful mask in the land. Until he called the giants. Then everyone knew him. He was the Hero of Time once again. So he left. Partings came more naturally to him than greetings.

Link never liked attention.

His first taste of it was when he helped Zelda escape Aghanim. All of a sudden, he went from the nephew of a knight to Hyrule's most wanted. Of course, he had a mission to save Hyrule from Ganon. That problem could wait.

Before he knew it, he was the Hero of Legend, and was sent away by the Triforce to unknown lands. He enjoyed anonymity for a couple of days before saving the world twice, three times, and once again for good measure.

The one place that truly felt like home was Mabe Village, but it was too good to be true. All of it was merely a figment of imagination. Not even his own dream. And the one he truly started to love was gone. No one saw Link return to Hyrule.

Link never liked attention.

Honestly, he never imagined getting any sort of fame. He was just some kid on an island far from the center of the Great Sea. But after saving Aryll, he knew that someone would have to get rid of whatever was lurking under the waves. He became the Hero of Wind because no one else would. And he left the Great Sea as fast as he could.

The pirates treated him like family. He liked Tetra a lot too. They never treated him as anything more than another member of the crew. And he liked it. So when they founded New Hyrule, he was okay with being a King, but only because he was never seen as one.

Link never liked attention.

And Ravio kept giving it to him. So he left his own home and didn't come back except for the few times he needed to "rent" an item. It was annoying, but at least Lorule was saved. And he didn't need to see him in his house again.

And when the rest of Hyrule began calling him the "New Hero of Hyrule," he left for a new land. But once again, adventure followed him and Link got caught up in the dealings of Hytopia. He never thought there'd be an escape from the attention. He tried to never be heard from again. Maybe both kingdoms would eventually forget him.

Link never liked attention.

He enjoyed being a part of the small Ordon Village. But when Twilight came, he seemed to be the only person who could do something about it. So he followed Midna and saved Hyrule. He went from a farm hand to the Hero of Twilight in a matter of weeks. After saving the Princess, he could never be anonymous. The only place that felt safe from peering eyes was Ordon.

Link never liked attention.

All he wanted to do was be a conductor. And then he was called to the castle. And then he had to keep Zelda safe. And then he had to save New Hyrule. And then he had to defeat a demon king... None of that was what he liked. He didn't ask to be a hero, not really. All he wanted to do was be a conductor.

Link never liked attention.

Attention was dangerous. He survived by being a shadow. But when Impa was in danger, he couldn't stand by and watch. And when he heard about Zelda, he couldn't let Ganon get away with it. That's when Ganon's army noticed him, and things got dangerous.

With a target on his back, he had nothing to lose. He left the Eastern Palace and looked for the Triforce of Courage. And Ganon's followers were as persistent as ever. He feared that it would be like this forever.

...

Link never liked attention.

And yet everyone had their eyes on the Princess's chosen knight. The one with the darkness-sealing Sword on his back. The pressure was too much for him. Everyone knew, everyone expected him to defeat a Calamity that hadn't even arrived. And when it did...

He was free to be whoever. Except for a few people, he was only seen as another traveler. Of course, he had a mission. There was a darkness to seal and a princess to save, but who was really watching? No one but the wild.

All of that changed when Zelda fell into the Depths. Everyone was looking for him, and he didn't care at all. Sure the attention was overbearing, but the wild was still there. He had friends that saw him as more than the Hero of Hyrule. As long as Zelda was safe... he could handle it just a little longer.

Still, Link didn't like the attention.

#legend of zelda #skyward sword #minish cap #four swords #ocarina of time #majoras mask #a link to the past #oracle of seasons #oracle of ages #links awakening #wind waker #phantom hourglass #a link between worlds #triforce heroes #twilight princess #spirit tracks #adventure of link #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom #loz #sksw #oot #fsa #mm #tp #alttp #albw #botw #totk #adhd brain go brrr

[skyward-floored]

I found a short scene I wrote for Incredibles au from the second movie just to mess with things that I’d completely forgotten about, and people wanted to see it, so here it is.

It’s right after that part where all the supers invade the house and Frozone helps the kids escape, but doesn’t escape himself, and they’re all debating what to do. That should hopefully be all the background you need to figure out what’s going on but you haven’t watched the movie there’s only so much I can help you with XD

Enjoy 👍

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Twilight kept their father’s old car going until they were plenty far away from the house, the ice Warriors had shot at them slowly melting off the sides. Nobody spoke while they rode, even Shadow acting strangely subdued for once, and it wasn’t until Twilight told the car to pull over on a quiet country road that the silence was broken.

“They got Warriors,” Wind whispered, a hand wrapped tightly around his middle.

Legend pressed a little tighter against his side, and Wind leaned against him, looking miserable.

“We wouldn’t have gotten away without him,” Hyrule said in an equally quiet voice. “If it weren’t for him...”

He trailed off, and Wind shrank down in his seat.

“What do we do now?” Wild asked in a small voice, and all of them turned to look at Twilight.

Twilight swallowed.

“We... well. We can’t go to Fi’s,” he began slowly, “or Sky’s, they’ll just get them too if... if they haven’t already. And you saw those goggles they put on Warriors, they were all wearing them. They're all under someone's control somehow, and they... they probably did the same to Dad,” he finished in a quiet voice.

The boys went silent again, and a cricket chirped in the grass by the side of the road.

“Okay,” Legend swallowed, a hand tugging at his bangs. “A bunch of hypnotized bad guys after us. No Mom, no Dad. No Warriors or Sky.”

“But we do have our powers,” Wild cut in, looking somewhat hopeful. “Plus this car, and, and... um... anything else?”

Four flinched in the backseat, and with a flash of light, he suddenly split into four, Shadow growling as he shoved an already-crying Red off of his lap.

“They got Mom and Dad!” Red wailed, and Hyrule awkwardly patted him on the shoulder.

“I say we go and get everyone back, now,” Blue growled, and Twilight waved his arms in an attempt to get the situation back under control.

“Four— er, Fours, try to calm down,” he said gently, but Red continued to cry, and Green and Blue were both looking upset in different ways as well. “Guys, please, getting upset won’t help, we have to think of a plan.”

“Any plan you have is probably going to get us all killed,” Shadow snorted, and Vio elbowed him when Red sobbed harder. “What?”

“Dad said he was going to that ship thing, wasn’t he?” Legend said, and Twilight looked over at him as he gathered Red into his arms. “And that’s where Mom is. We should go there.”

“You want us to go right to the bad guys?” Shadow scoffed.

“I don’t know...” Wind said in a small voice. He swiped a hand over his eyes. “What if they just get us too?”

“Let’s vote,” Twilight said, having calmed Red’s sobbing to quieter sniffles. “Everyone in favor of going and saving Mom and Dad and Warriors?”

Wild immediately raised his hand, as did Blue and Legend, and Hyrule and Green shortly did afterward. Twilight and Red had their hands up, and after a long moment, Wind and Vio raised theirs as well.

Which meant everyone had voted yes except Shadow.

“Shadow? What do you think?” Vio asked, and the other boy looked away.

“Either way you’re going to bring me, so I don’t see why it matters what I vote,” he grumbled.

“If you’d rather go back to the house that’s crawling with hypnotized supers who want to put hypno-goggles on us, be my guest,” Twilight said, and Shadow crossed his arms and sank down in the seat.

“Fine. I vote go.”

“Then it’s unanimous,” Wild said, and he pounded his fist into his hand as he sat straight up in his seat. “We’re going to go save Mom and Dad and everyone else.”

All of the boys looked around at each other, and their faces grew determined, still worried and scared, and in a few cases teary-eyed, but determined to save their parents, and everyone else as well.

Shadow moaned.

“We’re all gonna die.”

#writing from the floor #Incredibles au #linkeduniverse #lu colors #lu twilight #lu shadow #lu wind #incredibles au fic #a bunch of others but they don’t do too much #fic #a lot of this will probably be changed as I figure out plot #but this is the gist of it #I know shadow is going to be around about then even if I haven’t figured out everything about him XD

[ohlookanothercartoontofallinto]

How about Malon playing a prank on the Chain?

(Here you go!)

You sure they won't be mad?" Wind giggled, in a whisper. 

"Were you?" Malon giggled along with the boy as she continued to stir around the paint. 

The sailor looked over in the mirror that was displayed in the hallway. On his baby face was red and blue paint in the same pattern as Time's permanent tattoos. 

"Not really!" Wind had awoken that morning to the feeling of a brush on his face. 

Malon had decided today was the perfect day to prank her boys, and what better prank than to make them look like their adoptive father figure. Her first victim was the sailor who she had not expected to be such a light sleeper. He woke up two seconds after the brush met his face but let Malon finish the prank first. 

Now he was her partner in crime. Since all of the heroes were light sleepers, and Wild normally slept with one eye open. The two would need to work fast. 

The youngest went into maximum stealth mode taking the lightest of light sleepers, Legend, Wild, Hyrule, and Wars. The boy didn't want to risk any of them pulling a knife out on their leader's wife. While Malon took, Sky, Twilight, and Four. 

Both partners barely breathed as they walked into the quiet room, only filled with the sounds of shallow breaths and a few members' soft snores. As each put their brush on the young one's faces. They didn't even realize they were marking them with the symbol of the Fierce Deity. 

After what felt like an eternity, and with many pauses to make sure none woke up. They had made it to their final victim, Twilight. The sailor tapped on the red-haired woman's shoulder. Taking his finger pointing to the red paint, before tracing a nonexistent tattoo that was supposed to look like the Ranchers. 

By a well-educated guess, Malon figured out what the boy meant. 

'Go over Twilight's tattoo with red then mark him with blue.' 

The ranch women couldn't help but give a bit of a gremlin grin. Before doing what the youngest advised. Successfully going over Twilight's normal tattoo. 

In that second Twilight decided to be a being of chaos as well. Beginning to move in his sleep, scaring the living daylights out of both perpetrators. 

The rancher's body began to stretch as his eyes fluttered. 

Wind looked to Malon, eyes screaming 'Abort abort! Mission failed!' 

Only Malon refused to fail. It wasn't in her being. They would finish pranking all these boys. 

She opened her lips and a soft melody came out. 

A lullaby that the Sailor had decided sounded like wind chimes on a breezy morning as the ocean waves crashed against the sturdy land. 

The melody did the trick, as Twilight's body relaxed once again. 

The crime gremlins waited for a few ticks before continuing. When they did they were like lighting. Malon painted the deity markings, and Wind opened the door with the tools of their crime in his hand. 

Once Malon finished they scurried through the door shutting it quietly as a mouse. 

They had done it! 

Large grins spread across each face and the pair shuffled into the kitchen quickly cleaning off the brushes and storing the paint back into its designated shelf. 

Both giggling all the while. 

Now comes the hardest part. 

Waiting. 

Both parties started to work on breakfast, knowing chaos would soon ensue.

"Who do you think will come out first!" Wind was all but bouncing. As he placed wood into the furnace. 

"My money's on the champion." Malon smiled as she mixed some batter. 

"That's hard to beat, my money be on him as well, that or the Traveler. He told me that you have to be up early if you want to survive." 

The older woman paused, those weren't the words of a teen. That troubled her, hopefully, her little prank would soften the hearts of her sons. 

The pair continued to work and like clockwork, the champion, shuffled his way into the kitchen big yawns escaping from his mouth. 

“Morning,” he blinked the sleep away from his eyes. 

“Morning sweety,” Malon hummed. 

“Rise and shine champ!” Wind beamed. 

Wild was taken aback by the boy and his painted face. “Ummm Sailor, you have something on your–” 

“Oh, hun!” Malon cut wild off, winking at him. 

The wheels in the wild child’s brain started turning before the torch lit up. Feeling his own face for the paint. “Oh, this is going to be fun.” 

Wind beamed at the older, mischievous expressions lined their faces. Wild joined in on the waiting game. 

One by one, like lambs to the slaughter each hero entered. Never realizing their face was painted, but rather noticing the others. Before in shock, touching their own. Malon and Wind giggled with amusement. 

Malon thanked the three golden goddesses above that Time was the last one awake. All the boys quickly got into position. All sitting around the table eating their breakfast, they all agreed that they act like everything was normal. That nothing was the matter. 

“Finally, I can prank the unprankable.” Malon smiled brightly. 

“He’s that big of a stick in the mud?” Sky question. 

“No, quite the opposite.” The captain corrected, having war flashbacks. 

“Shhhhh shhh I think I hear him coming.” Four waved his hands to calm everyone down. 

Right on cue, time entered the kitchen, head down as he was fixing his belt. 

Wind attempted to make a normal conversation. “Good day, lad! We were just talking with Mrs. Malon about what our morning jobs should be.” 

A wave of good mornings followed. 

Time chuckled as he looked up. “Were you now–?” The old man paused. Trying to figure out what was wrong with reality. 

“Everything okay old man?” Twilight asked kindly. 

“Yeah, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Wars added on. 

Time kept staring. 

Malon was now worried, did she cross a line? “Sweetheart?” 

Time let out a hearty laugh, the contagious kind, one that echoes. “See Malon! I told you these are all our boys! Look at them they’re, the spitting image of me!” 

All the heroes joined in on the laughter. 

Malon shook her head. “That might be true,” she pulled Wind into a side hug, “but they definitely got my personality!’ 

They ended up taking a family photo that day.

#linkeduniverse #lu #linked universe #linkeduniverse wind #lu wind #linked universe wind #linkeduniverse time #lu time #linked universe time #lu wild #lu malon #linkeduniverse malon #linked universe malon #lu twilight #linkeduniverse twilight #my fic #linkedunverse fanfic #lu fanfic

[aegon-targaryen]

The Rise Before the Fall

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Zelda cannot remember the last time Link sheathed the Master Sword.

She watches gore and Malice drip into an earth already saturated with both. It’s all she can see, just like the cold rain sliding down her neck and the blisters splitting her feet are all she can feel. Some of that blood must be Link’s. But he won’t stop. He’s only paused long enough to survey Blatchery Plain.

“We have to circle back,” she says numbly.

His fingers dig into the bark of the massive oak that conceals them from the Guardians. A gust of wind smatters their faces with rain. Someone screams from the battlefield, a thin sound of mortal terror that climbs down Zelda’s throat to seize her heart before it falls abruptly silent.

Link turns his head to look at her.

“North,” she insists. “Then south again to Kakariko…”

He points. Three Guardians crawl out of the dark mouth between the Dueling Peaks. A fourth follows moments later. The Calamity is right behind them.

“There has to be another way. We’ll never make it across that field.”

“We will,” Link decides. The words are rough and quiet, his first in hours, yet filled with that absolute certainty she once mistook for arrogance. “The road’s too open. Go east until the forest ends. Then across the field, there’s more cover on that side. The Guardians will be on me and on the fort. You’ll have a clear path to that hill.” He points north. “And then you’re out of sight. Kakariko Bridge is on the other side.”

Zelda stares at him through the rain. He’s never spoken that many words so quickly or so clearly. But her sluggish mind still rejects them.

“We can’t go back,” Link says.

“We can!” Her voice sounds shrill and childish. “I’m going back, and you’re coming with me!”

His left leg trembles beneath him when he shifts his weight off the tree. He studies his bloody clothes. His darkened blade. Her blistered ankles and useless hands. “I’ll meet you at the bridge,” he says finally. “Please, Zelda.”

“No! I can’t leave you. Don’t ask me to leave you!”

Link steps forward. His face is hard and focused like he’s already on the battlefield. One hand still clutches the sword. The other slides along her jaw. He shutters the violent blue of his eyes and presses his lips to hers.

It’s nothing like Zelda imagined, nothing like their first kiss should be. He’s burning. She’s freezing. When her hands come up around his body there’s no caution or gentleness, just raw desperation. Link shivers breathlessly in a way that has nothing to do with romance and everything to do with his broken ribs. They’re drowning in the rain, in the screams coming from Fort Hateno, in each other.

All she can think is that she waited too long. She should have kissed him when he pulled her out of the Spring of Power and enveloped her cold hands in his. When he climbed through her bedroom window with a stolen fruitcake and a wolfish smile. When he sank into stone-faced silence to escape it all. When he ignored their crumbling kingdom to let her pour seventeen years of grief into his muddy tunic.

But she’s too late. They only have this one moment, the rise before the fall, and Zelda ruins even that by sliding her hand too far down his side, where the tunic ends and his burns begin. Link makes a sound in the back of his throat, and he’s back in his ruined body, and she’s back to smelling his charred flesh.

“This is all I can do,” he says raggedly. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Zelda.”

She tries to hold onto him. To carry some of his weight. But Link is already pulling away. The last look he gives her is more open and more heartbroken than she could have ever imagined. Then he turns, and she does not understand how someone so damaged can move faster than the wind.

She clutches the tree. He disappears into the rain and the smoke. The world thins around her.

Stumbling away in the opposite direction is the hardest thing Zelda has ever done. Her legs went numb somewhere in Central Hyrule. Her mouth tastes of copper. Time slips by nonsensically. Mount Lanayru looms on the horizon, a cruel reminder of her last chance, her last moment with her friends.

She sees Mipha atop the waterfall, accepting a fate that would tear her away from her baby brother. Revali hiding his weakness at the flight range. Daruk trying to smile right before the end. Urbosa shoulder-to-shoulder with her mother, laughing the way they only ever laughed around each other. Her father’s silhouette on the ramparts, watching her leave for the Spring of Wisdom.

Zelda nears Fort Hateno in time to hear a tattered cheer rise up from its defenders as most of the Guardians move westward. All those men understand is that they’ve been granted a moment’s reprieve. They can’t know that somewhere amid the sparking pile of metal corpses, Link is trading his blood for Hyrule’s hope, just like he’s been doing since he was twelve years old.

Do you keep any hope for yourself? she asked him once. He only turned aside to hide the way his face cracked open, which was an answer all on its own.

He never expected to reach the bridge. He means to purchase Zelda’s life with his own.

She’s on her knees at the edge of the forest. Her path to the hill and the safety beyond it stands clear, as he promised, but the window is closing fast. If she makes it to Kakariko—and that seems a considerable if—what will she do? What use could she possibly be? This kingdom doesn’t need a failure of a princess.

Link does, if only so that he won’t die alone.

Zelda sprints back the way she came, keeping to the trees until her only choice is to strike out towards the maelstrom that separates her from him. Maybe he’ll hate her forever for discarding his wishes. She doesn’t care. Forever is drawing its final breath.

Link has turned the plain into a jumbled maze of dead Guardians, forcing the live ones to approach him over narrow, slippery terrain so he can pick them off and drop back into cover before his next move. Zelda feels a fierce surge of pride, to love and be loved by this boy who has retained his ruthless ingenuity against impossible odds and unimaginable fatigue. It’s almost enough to make her believe they still have a chance.

And then she sees him.

Little guy, Daruk always called him, and right now Link looks so small—a lonely figure soaked in mud and worse, trapped between the mountains of his fallen enemies. Desperate to see his face, Zelda’s mouth forms his name before she realizes he stands between her and a Guardian.

The machine compensates for its missing legs with an awkward shamble that would have invoked pity a few days ago. Now she watches it drag its dead weight around the bend and prays to a deaf Goddess that its roving gaze never falls upon Link.

But he’s waiting for just that. Pieces of him are missing. He clutches the sword between both hands and raises his head, assessing his dwindling options as the red laser fixes on his chest.

Then he moves. He’s still fast, but his legs buckle twice. He can’t possibly have the strength to end the enemy before it ends him. Zelda flounders through the freezing swamp, numb, breathless, blind.

As always, Link surprises her.

He throws himself at the Guardian, his foot finding purchase in the hollow place left behind by one of its missing legs, his fingers seizing hold of some groove that gets him onto its body. And somehow—despite his injuries, despite the slippery surface, despite the laser following his every move—Link hauls himself hand over hand up the metal shell.

Zelda stumbles forward. She can’t reach him in time. She can only watch.

The Master Sword plunges into the Guardian’s eye at the same moment the laser fires.

Link screams.

The world explodes with blinding heat. Through a cloud of steaming rain, Zelda sees him hit the ground rolling. The machine twitches and sparks and slumps over dead, but Link is not dead, he can’t be dead, not him, not the only thing she has left in the world.

Her knees sink into the swamp. She doesn’t feel it; she doesn’t feel anything. Especially not the unbearable heat radiating off him or the blackened shreds of his tunic flaking away as she turns him onto his back. Her hands roam over him helplessly, trying to stave off the blood, to piece him back together.

Link’s fingers twitch around the hilt of the sword.

Zelda gasps his name and his eyes fly open, wide and blue and panicked against his filthy face. He heaves out a horrible, sanguine cough that lasts eternities and breaks every part of Zelda that wasn’t already broken.

“Link, I’m here,” she sobs. “Can you hear me? Can you look at me?”

He tries. His eyes are glassy and unfocused. His lips part over crimson teeth. She cradles the unburned side of his face, hunching over his body to hide him from the miasmic light flickering in her peripheral vision.

“Zelda,” Link whispers faintly.

The first time he spoke her name, it was a new beginning, a light shining through the cracked surface of her. He says it like an end now, choked out between reedy gasps. But all at once, Zelda realizes she did not come here to die with him. She came here to save him, the way he saved her with every smile and every swing of the Master Sword and every stolen piece of time.

“Go,” he begs.

“Not without you,” she vows. “Get up.”

Link looks up at her despairingly. His breaths stutter out of him as if dragged by a hook. Malice cuts through the rain, drawing closer.

Zelda kisses him. This one is so brief and so soft and tastes entirely of blood. Link’s eyes remain closed after she pulls back, tears and rain carving clean tracks down his face. For a terrifying moment, she thinks: He’s gone. I finally killed him.

But his hands slide through the mud, bracing as much weight as he can bear, and together they get him upright. Through sobs of pain, her knight—her dauntless, lionhearted Link—stabs his sword into the marshy earth and levers himself onto one knee while blood and charred cloth and burnt skin slough away from his body.

Despite everything, Zelda feels an infinitesimal spark of hope. “Now run, Link. Save yourself. I’ll distract it—I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me—"

The Guardian crawls closer and closer to their pocket of safety. In one impossible movement, Link surges to his feet, his blade springing free from the muck as he staggers back. Death rattles through his lungs.

The machine’s spindly legs fold up and over the last barrier. Zelda blinks and sees Ganon in its place, all fog and fury, teeth baring for the kill. She has one thought as the red beam slices through the endless rain: It was all for nothing.

Link doesn’t run. He doesn’t lift his blade. He doesn’t look back. Everything he wants to tell her is there in his unbroken stance, in the defiant set to his chin, in the pure ferocity of his eyes. They flash to Zelda in terror when she steps in front of him, but he’s given his answer to the silent question that has loomed over them both since they were born. So she gives hers.

It sears up from a place she didn’t know existed, bright and visceral and real, filling her up and blazing forth to rend the fabric of the world. Zelda erupts into gold. Nothing in her life has ever felt so right.

But even that comes too late.

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#my writing #loz fanfiction #botw fanfiction #zelink fanfiction #botw zelink #loz #botw #zelink #zelink fanfic

[triplecatattack]

This was based off of @cloudninetonine 's fanfiction called a players aid and honestly I loved it so much I started to write again so made a little fic about it in my down time if y'all got any comments or criticisms let me know.

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Across time

LU/oot link x child!reader

the guide is 11/12 during the events of the story

Tw: general angst,light body dysmorphia?, Poor editing, oot spoilers.

The hero of time had a child not physically but mentally in a way he dubbed them the guide normally the child be concerned a strange small voice talking talking to them like they had known him his entire life like he was there best friend and them in return and it was quite annoying.

Until he had to leave his home behind the first time he heard them go quiet was after he left the kokiri Forest for the first time saying farewell to saria and the place you've known as a home for all his life was not an easy task maybe even worse by the silence his guide presented after saying goodbye to one of his only friends he felt them he felt there warm tender embrace he could feel there kindness and empathy radiating within him.

"I'm sorry link I know this must be hard for you, to just leave everything and go on a journey like this but hey at least you're not alone you've got me and I'll make sure we get through this together, ok." The child-like voice spouted, sounding not much similar than his own.

"Thank you" he whispered

"What's your name?"

" I'm Y/N " they replied with childlike enthusiasm.

"Do you think we will really stay together through this" he spoke silently walking into Hyrule Field.

"Yeah well we got to, I know you have navi, but who else is going to watch your back." The guide exclaimed to the child hero.

And they did, even when link had went to the master sword sealed within it's pedistle anxiety radiating within him he pulled sealing his fate.

Saria was gone

Princess Ruto was gone

Dariunia was gone

Zelda was missing

All he had was navi and his guide

Y/N had proven to be a beacon of light in his dreary adventure' not to say Navi wasn't helpful but Navi never had any helpful puzzle solving skills and the guide had an odd but unique scence of humor.

Whenever the mood got dark and whenever link let his mind wander too much he could always count on his guide to make a off-color/strange, funny joke, awful pun or even just some reassuring affirmation to keep his Spirit's up.

But then it all changed as soon as the master sword was pulled out of its pedistle it all changed the young boy had the body of a young man, but not the mind to match. And everything, was changed not just the young hero but his land castle town was decrepit, a shell of its former self,Zora's domain a frozen pit, and gororn city all but abandoned.

Hyrule had gone to "heck in a handbag" as they said the one thing stayed the same, his only constant thus far his guide.

Y/n

But things never really got better after finding all the stages but y/n remaind through every hardship trial and quest no matter how bleak it got at least he had people to rely on navi and his self proclaimed "guide".

Until the inevitable end.

Zelda was taken by gannondorf, trapped in a crystal and taken to the remains of Hyrule castle.

This was the endgame he knew it and so did y/n.

"Don't worry link we'll rescue Zelda and save the day together ' we just gotta!" They exclaimed with the typical childlike nativity.

Link on the other hand was not so sure he couldn't escape the sinking feeling that something bad was going to happen regardless of how this was going to end.

"Ok then let's finish this and bring peace to Hyrule!" Link exclaimed.

The battle and escape was grueling, every attack from Gannon hurt tenfold however this was nothing with his guide and navi by his side the two people he could depend on most.

He could take on anything, right?

"Right, Y/n......"

"Y/n"

"Y/n"

" I'm sorry link The adventures over it's time for me to go" they sniffled.

Were they crying?

"Please I already lost navi I don't want to lose you too' don't go please." He sobbed did everything they went through together.

"I,m so sorry I don't want to go but the adventures over I wish I could stay longer but I cant"

"I'm sorry link, goodbye."

And then as if he felt his soul leave his body they left.

Just like that.

There warmth and tenderness he felt all throughout his very being was gone.

"Y/n"

"Y/n"

"Please come back."

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This was already submitted to cloudninetonine's blog but I was kind of proud of it so, it's going on mine now(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

#loz #lu #time x reader #x reader #fanfic #a players aid #oot #linked universe x reader #link x reader #time deserves so much better

[luimagines]

Visitors From Another World Part 3

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Part three will include Time, Twilight and Warrior.

Content under the cut!

Time

Time was going to wage war against the gods- of this he was sure by now.

“I wonder where they are.” The young boy in front of him pokes and picks off a few leaves from the nearby bush. “My dad would be home sometime next week but grandma and Bubbah would be wondering where I am.”

“So... Link...” Wild has to pause a little, feeling the name sit strangely on his tongue. “You say that you’ve never left home like this before.”

He shakes his head. “I usually stay home with Grandma and my cousin, Zelda. But Bubbah left for a long time a while ago. They haven’t come home yet, so I should look for them too.”

“Do you know anything about Ganon...or Ganondorf?” Wind pokes his shoulder.

Time winces. Standing next to each other, it only shows how young they really are. Wind is still significantly older than the boy. He might be younger than he himself was when he first started.

Said boy shakes his head. “Who’s that?”

Many of the boys shift uncomfortably.

He notices and hums pensively before he tugs on Wind’s shirt. “Is he the one in charge of the monsters? Bubbah went to go fight them when they attacked. Is he a bad guy?”

“One of the worst.” Wind replies instantly. “So you’re sibling went to fight them?”

He nods. “I got caught by a HUGE one! But then Bubbah stepped in and saved me. I got to stay home after that.”

“Sounds like you got lucky.” Legend runs his hand over his face.

“Well we’ll try to get you back home safe and sound, just as before, ok?” Time kneels to look him in the eye. “That way no one worries about you.”

The boy smiles and nods, entirely too trusting. “Ok!”

Something catches in the back of Time’s throat. He’s not sure what it is. This boy should be on his adventure by now. The youngest of them yet. But instead for the love they had for him, he had someone to take his place. No one knows if they’ll come back. He might be first to have escaped the worst of it.

Time reaches over and ruffles his hair. “We’ll make sure nothing happens to you, ok?”

“We’ll need to give him a name.” Four points out. “If we’re all named Link, we can’t exactly call him either.”

“Woah- you’re all named Link too?!” His jumps a little on his toes. It looks like there’s little stars in his eyes at the thought. “I thought I was the only one named Link!”

Time snorts. “It’s quite common actually.”

With a small hum, Time pokes his shoulder. “How about we just call you Lucky? That way no one gets confused when we’re trying to talk to one another.”

He giggles happily and juts his thumbs toward his chest. “I am pretty lucky.”

“Then it’s settled.” Time ruffles his hair one last time and stands again.

“This is going to be interesting.” Legend bites the inside of his cheek. “He doesn’t knw how to fight.”

“And he won’t learn.” Time mutters his breath. “Not if I can help it.”

“That doesn’t sound wise, Old Man.”

“He’s escaped fate enough as it is... I won’t plunge him any further.” Time turns to the group. “There are nine of us. Surely we can all look after one boy.” 

Lucky tilts his head and grabs Time’s hand. Something about these people seem safe to him. So they can’t be all that bad. “Ready to go when you are!”

Something in Time softens even more. “Alright.” He turns to the others. “Let’s go.”

Twilight

“I am Lenora, daughter of Apollo.” The blade poked close to his throat as the young woman stared him down. She couldn’t be much younger than him, if at all. “Who are you and why am I here?”

Twilight can feel his heart beat in his chest as he eyes her. “I am Link... you are in Hyrule but I wouldn’t be able to tell you why.”

There’s a power in her blade, he can feel it. He goes to touch the edge of it and push it aside. Only for his finger to completely go through the blade as if it didn’t exist.

They both freeze.

Twilight does it again. And again. And again.

“Ok that’s enough.” She coughs and pulls her blade away, sheathing it on her back. “That clearly didn’t work as well as I had hoped.”

Twilight stands, dusting himself off. “Can I ask you one question before you go off again?”

“I really don’t think it would work a second time but ok.”

“Who’s Apollo?” 

She freezes a second time.

“Is he some important figure? A king? Chief?” Twilight tries guessing. “You must be from really far away because I’ve never heard that name before-”

“He’s... a god.” She cuts him off. Twilight shuts up in an instant. “The god of music, youths, art, healing, the sun and light-... virtually everything?”

She sees that none of it is clicking for him. She deflates a little. “The one time I get to throw that title around and of course you don’t even know who he is.”

“Our goddess of light is Hylia.” Twilight answers for her. “Are you even from Hyrule?

“Never heard of her.” Lenora sighs. “I’ve never heard of this Hyrule eith- wait.”

Twilight waits.

“What did you say your name was again?”

“Link.”

A beat passes. Lenora takes a deep breath turning around to pull at her hair before she turns back around again, sticking her hand out. “I owe you an apology.”

“I doubt it, but I’ll take it.” Twilight takes her hand. “Does being a daughter of Apollo makes you a god too then?”

This could be quite dangerous for them if that was the case. Twilight didn’t exactly know the protocol here on how to deal with gods- but he had hoped that perhaps he could just treat her like he would Zelda and not get cursed in the process. He hopes her gods were just as forgiving as their own...or so he can imagine. He was never the spiritual type to begin with. He’s never felt so out of the loop.

“Good grief- no way!” She waves him off and his unvoiced fears. “I’m only half. I’m just as human as the rest of you but I have like powers and stuff. Nothing fancy. If anything it only gives us trouble. Getting hunted down by monsters since you’re young isn’t exactly a fair trade.”

“Monsters, huh?” Twilight tries to smile. “We have those here too. You should meet my traveling group, they probably more familiar experience with that than I do. Most started out younger than me.”

“Oh yeah.” She puts her hands on her hips. “Would they be able to help me get back home?”

“Doubt it.” Twilight explains. “But they would probably be able to explain what’s happen better than I can.”

“Great. More questions. Love that.” She rolls her eyes, walking past him.

Twilight follows her, putting his own hands behind his back. “I know the feeling.”

“Let me guess...End of the world?”

“Most likely.”

“Monsters coming from different realms and time periods?”

“You know it.”

“...I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

Warrior

Warrior didn’t know what to think about their new comer. They were opinionated and headstrong. Someone he thought he knew how to deal with- but Warrior wasn’t sure what to think of them. They’ve only been around for the span of a few days and even then he was already at his wits end

He pulled his shirt over his head, diving into the river to think and clear his head. It wasn’t often that he indulged himself with a swim, but with so many others keeping an eye out, he didn’t think there was any harm in it.

Beside him is another splash and Warrior has to bite off an earth shattering groan. He dips under the water in hopes to avoid coming in contact with whoever joined him but he needs breath sooner than he realizes.

Coming back up with a gasp, he shakes his head, freeing the water from his hair and wiping it away from his eyes.

“Hello Captain.”

“Yes, hello.” He looks up and screams. “Ah!”

Bare chested and unbothered, the woman in front of him keeps running the water through her hair now that it’s been let out of the daily up do. She stands there coming it with her fingers. “Is there a problem, sir?”

Warrior feel himself flush instantly and looks away to save face. “You’re a woman?”

“Always have been.” She shrugs, still unbothered. Then she pauses. “Did you not know?”

“No!”

“I never tried to hide it.”

“It’s harder to figure it out when you dress and act like a man.” He rubs his hands over his face. Differing opinions makes more sense now- but now Warrior begins to come to the conclusion that there’s getting out of this.

She seems to start taking offence. “And who was I supposed to act?”

“My god.” Warrior gasps, horrified. “I wrestled you!”

He turns around to say it to her face- only to turn right back around and cover his face again. His entire face has turned red by this point. It stretches from the tips of his ears to the base of his neck and travels all the way down his back until his body is a bright pink color.

A beat passes, letting Warrior struggle with his inner turmoil before the woman behind him starts to laugh. 

“You did wrestle me. ...And lost.” She adds through her giggles.

“I don’t care about that.” Warrior whines. “I’m going back on land- you can just... I have no clue... keep doing what you were doing, I guess. I’ll let the others know not to bother you.”

“It’s not that bad.” She adds. “The soldiers back home didn’t have a choice. We get used to it.”

“I’d... rather let you keep some dignity- soldier or not.” He add, moving out of the water. He’s never been so happy to keep his trousers on. He can’t face her anymore. “Is this why they call you Mulan?”

“She was a hero who snuck into the army, pretending to be a man.” Mulan dips backwards, floating on her back against the water. “I got found out a lot sooner than she did but I was allowed to say because they couldn’t afford to kick me out. The General hated it, but eventually we came to see eye to eye.”

“I’ve never heard of that story.”

“I thought it was quite obvious.”

“Well its’s nOt.” Warrior shucks his shirt over his head, ignoring his voice crack.

“Are you going to tell the others?” She gets up suddenly and Warrior senses that there’s an underlying fear there.

He keeps his face to the ground as he talks to her. “No... I don’t know the laws of your land but our queen typically leads the army. It’s not unheard of to hear of women in the army. But we all have secrets. If you’re not going to come out and say it, then I’ll keep this to myself.”

She seems to relax, sinking into the water with a small smile. “Thank you.”

“Yes... well..” Warrior clears his throat. “I’ll get going then.”

To then walk directly into a tree.

He powerwalks away, ignoring the giggles he leaves behind. He’s got some reconfiguring to do before he can get anything else done.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #little link #Mulan! Link #I finally got to write about Lucky!!!! #I love him!!!!!! #old timers know who he is #if you've been around since the beginning it's no surprise to you <3

[occasionallyprosie]

A Thousand Ways

Chapter 9: "Returning to the scene of the crime"

The heroes, finally reunited, traverse a few in-between eras, sail across Wind's Great Sea, and then end up in a much older era. Four really doesn't want to run into the current captain of the guard.

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Not Febuwhump (honestly just filler tbh)

Read On AO3 Warnings: None

Things eventually got back to normal.

The next era after a pair of heroless ones was Wind's, which Legend found much more enjoyable when he wasn't struggling to meet basic survival requirements like food, fresh water, and warmth. Even the sailing, though he hated it and his nerves were shot the whole time, was better than sitting on a flooding island as it stormed.

Four's era came after and Legend managed to pay back the people he stole from without being noticed by guards. He did keep the cloak, he liked it.

They were approached by guards though.

"Ey! Link! Welcome back!" One said, offering a high five to the Smithy. "Finally off medic leave?"

Remembering what the one medic said, Legend scowled.

Four clearly had his own reservations but complied with the high five. "I'm not on leave, Thomas, I resigned. Full time blacksmithing, remember?"

"Yeah, right," they waved a hand dismissively. "If you're looking for the captain, last I heard he took a patrol out for just outside of town."

"Thanks. Anyways I need to go, so..."

"Yeah, yeah," they said dismissively and gave a sort of condescending farewell.

Four's shoulders slumped and he looked over his shoulder at them. "Sorry about that, they umm... Most people here don’t fully believe me about the content of my adventures nor their aftereffects."

Legend glared in the direction the soldier went. "I noticed."

The other heroes had similar glares or winces of sympathy, Hyrule's magic felt a bit more volatile, and Wild's hand was twitching toward his slate.

It hit a bit close to home. He had his fair share of non-believers when he was young. Most everyone unaffected by mental magics believed him by the time he killed Ganon the fourth time, but...

"It's alright," Sky promised. "Where to?"

"The market. Hyrule Town has everything and we can restock. I'll go ask the captain about monster reports," Four said, and Legend caught his eye.

"I'll tag with you."

A few other pairs were made and Legend followed Four to the guard station he had run from last time.

"What happened last time you were here?" Four asked, eyes glinting lavender as they walked.

"I got caught for stealing some bread, and a guy I heard someone call Captain Smith caught me. I escaped again, ran into monsters, and almost passed out if not for adrenaline keeping me awake. Then I threatened that captain and more specifically the medic who helped me."

Four frowned. "Why?"

"Because he called you guys insane."

The smithy flinched, looking away. "They... What did you say?"

"I said that you guys are real, sane, and they need to pay you the respect you deserve after sacrificing your childhood for their safety."

Four looked up at him, the myriad of colors in his eyes fading behind a film of scarlet.

"You keep saying "you guys" and other plural forms of address... Why?"

Legend gave a wry smirk at the hero who came centuries before him. "In my era, the Heroes of the Four Sword are known and they're known well. Your stories... The stories of your adventures helped me through my first one, I know time and embellishment or censorship may have altered the truth of them, but every legend I ever read agreed on one thing and it is that you are heroes."

Four was silent. They had stopped walking at some point and he was staring at Legend with wide, glassy, iridescent eyes.

"We... We're known?"

Legend didn't miss the strain in his voice. He made a note to make sure all of his companions were aware of the stories told about them, at least the ones who he knew came before him.

"You are. Not that well known, I'll admit, I had to dive pretty deep into our history, and frankly, all the legends about you are written in my ancient Hylian, which almost nobody knows anymore. The Sheikah have very little on you too, so I had a roadblock there, but..." Legend shrugged. "I... I needed to find proof that my quest wasn't hopeless, and finding your story gave me an assurance that I could win and survive."

Four nodded, clearly thrown off balance. He gave Legend a wobbly smile.

"Thank you, vet. For telling me. I... I needed to hear that."

"Anytime... Now let's go see if your dad has any information for us."

Four made an agreeable noise, Legend almost missed when he wiped his face and he definitely didn't notice whatever had been wiped, but he saw the end of the movement right as Four continued ahead.

He followed after. They entered the guard station, the guards greeting Four familiarly.

"Link! You must be back to yourself then if you're..." a familiar voice trailed off, making a strained noise.

Four made a face before he looked at the medic whom Legend gave a sharp grin.

"What do you want, Johnson?" Four asked, voice carefully neutral.

The medic squawked. "Nothing! Sorry! Uhh, thanks for all your hard work, Link!"

He scrambled off. Four made a confused face while Legend snorted.

The bell visibly went off in the smithy's head and he whipped around to give Legend an incredulous look. "What was that?"

Legend grinned, watching the medic dart away. "That would be the medic I threatened."

"You--" he sighed heavily, an azure sheen settling over storm cloud gray. "Goddesses, if this is the shit you pulled here, I can't wait to see what happened in the other eras."

"Eh, I was sick in the Sailor's and whoever's came after his. For the others I just kinda ran and killed things. Like a normal adventure."

"I really don’t believe that."

When Four's father showed up, they actually already got the information they needed from a lieutenant who knew Four and had been more than happy to provide the information.

As they exited the station, Four stopped in his tracks and Legend looked to where his pale, slightly panicked eyes were looking at and his own narrowed.

"Smithy?" Legend lightly tapped his foot against the other's ankle.

Four shook his head. "S'fine. I got it." He moved forward and the knight noticed them. "Hey, Dad."

"Link, what're you doing here?"  Smith Senior sounded a bit confused, a bit worried, and Legend didn't miss the unsure glances sent his way, but ultimately he sounded blunt and detached. Legend reminded himself that he had his sword now, he had his pegasus boots, and his body wasn't drained and exhausted. He could take just about anything as he was currently.

"Passing through. Some friends and I are taking up mercenary jobs to handle problems the army can't really do thanks to bureaucracy or manpower," Four said, voice detached and cold, as blunt as he had been when the group first met him only without that cerulean sharpness.

"I see... Interesting choice of friends," Smith Senior said with a glance at Legend.

"He's weird," Four dismissed.

Legend shrugged. "I travel more and further than you think, time has never been a limitation."

Smith Senior made an odd face and with how increasingly annoyed he seemed, Legend could see the family resemblance. Oddly though, this man was not the same as the one he'd met last time. He was... colder, and less understanding.

"Yes, well... We have to go. I'll see you around," Four said, grabbing Legend's arm and dragging him on.

Legend glanced over his shoulder and met the knight's eyes. His own narrowed, considering.

The man he met before had seemed to actually care for his son, though he clearly had struggled to understand him and didn't wholeheartedly defend him... however, this man that Four was dragging Legend away from, was cold and at the very least acted as though Four wasn't good enough.

He didn't get it.

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#linked universe #lu legend #linkeduniverse #legend lu #fanfic #lu four #linkeduniverse fanfiction #linked universe fanfic #lu fanfic #prosie writes #a thousand ways au

[theicarusconstellation]

zelda tangled au anyone?

genderfluid link. runaway princess zelda.

imagine ganon knows only link can defeat him so he kidnaps him as a six year old and takes him to an abandoned tower in hyrule forest with the intention of corrupting him and the master sword to get them on his side. zelda has been told all her life that the power of hylia is in her, but she hasn't unlocked it yet, and the pressure is getting too much so she sets off to find the "legendary future swordswoman" who went missing years ago because "if i can't unlock my powers, maybe she can help me."

one day, she finds the master sword (which ganondorf has been hiding near the tower because he's saving it for when he finally figures out a way to corrupt it, harness its power, and take over hyrule). she's like "oh my god what if the swordswoman is around here somewhere😱."

MEANWHILE link is in the tower with their gorgeous long hair (and maybe wolf link as a sidekick instead of pascal?), and every year on his birthday, the leaders of all the villages get together and hold a little mourning/prayer ceremony for her bc signs of the calamity are approaching fast, and they're hoping link shows up soon, especially with zelda's power not being awakened yet. link desperately wants to go see the ceremony (they don't know what it's for, just that there are a lot of beautiful lights and the dragons of hyrule all come together as well), but obviously ganondorf won't let him.

THEN zelda finds the tower and scales it. link is all "HYAH!!!!!!" and the scene where eugene is trapped in the chair with rapunzel's hair plays out between the two of them except it's just a lot of link being like 😡😡and zelda being like 🤭omg this guy's reallly good with a weapon...looks a lot like the descriptions of...WAIT OMG ITS THE LEGENDARY SWORDSWOMAN🤭 link is like "i mean 1/3 woman i guess."

eventually, zelda convinces link to leave the tower with a bargain like "if i take you to the swordswoman ceremony, will you tell me about ganondorf?" (she already suspects it's THE ganondorf ykyk), and link is hesitant because zelda is telling them that the person they've been raised by is evil, but he really wants to see the ceremony, so he goes. they cut their hair to its length in totk and it really validates her gender yk? and when zelda sees how happy link is in her newfound freedom and gender expression she's like "well i have to tell him the truth about who he is"

she doesn't want to because it'll shatter link's worldview and newfound peace, and she doesn't want to put a burden on their shoulders (bc hylia knows she knows what that's like), but she does it anyway. at this point, link is beginning to get flashes of memories from his childhood and realize what zelda is trying to tell her is true, so both of them go to kakariko village to talk to impa (and they plan to talk to the champions after), but once they get there, ganondorf is there waiting in front of the desecrated former village like HEY POOKIE. FOUND YOU. MISS ME?

he takes link captive again and accelerates his plans to take over hyrule. link is trying to find a way out, and zelda is trying to find a way to help him, but it's not working out very well lmao. meanwhile zelda goes to the champions and asks for their help, relaying everything she knows, and the champions make a plan to get link and stop ganondorf. they get to the area where the tower is, but ganondorf was expecting this and takes them captive

as this happens, link doesn't know what's going on and is alone in the tower. he finds the master sword and the secret tower staircase, but it's a trap laid by ganondorf to manipulate link into joining him because link escapes the tower only to find zelda and the champions all tied up and stuff. the bargain is like "join me and i won't kill your friends when i rule, but refuse and i'll kill them slowly and make you watch" (i came up with this on the spot i know it's a rough plot WORK WITH ME😭🙏)

link being link challenges ganondorf to a duel, and ganondorf accepts purely out of amusement bc at this point he thinks "link can't defeat me yet since he's been locked in the tower; he's only a danger if he's been trained." link whoops his ass, but ganondorf harnesses the power of the calamity at the last second (which he was planning to do just to teach link a lesson in obedience and whatever). he whoops LINK'S ass, but just as link is about to get killed, zelda's powers Come To Life, and she saves him. then they all work together to defeat ganondorf and they all live happily ever after

#this is rough i know #but i NEED to write it #not sure if it’ll be romantic or qpr #but it’s happening #zelda #legend of zelda #link #zelda and link #botw #totk

[skyloftian-nutcase]

@kikker-oma Happy birthday, my beloved frined! <3 Enjoy <3

Four hummed as he puzzled over the clues all around them. He, Hyrule, and Legend were trapped in a room with only their wits to get them out (or if they just asked the dungeon master, but there was no fun in that). It was a somewhat small space, but it was blessedly quiet, only with some gentle brain tickling music playing in the background. No beeping of monitors, no overthinking if something was going to be detrimental to someone's life. Just the thrill of puzzle solving with no repercussions if anything went wrong, and good company to boot.

The clues were obscure, to be sure. A clock with no pendulum and an upside down drawing of an elephant, a locked chest with three giant numbers, a table with a jewelry chest that had two drawings that could rotate, and three frames on the wall, one with a series of numbers, and the other two with symbols that resembled the Zora dialect, though Four wasn't entirely sure it was actually Zoran.

"There's an elephant on this chest, just like on the clock," Hyrule noted, immediately flipping the image of the elephant on the furniture to match the clock. That helped pop open the jewelry chest, which revealed the missing pendulum, but there was clearly more to be solved. Four eagerly added his own observations, how certain symbols had dots over them, which might indicate an order to a lock.

Legend, however, was silent.

"You notice anything, Ledge?" Four asked as he and Hyrule were stumped by the next step. "And, out of curiosity, is that actual Zoran on the wall? You understand their language, right?"

Legend glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, obviously distracted. "Hm?"

Four stared at him a moment. "The... the Zoran... are you okay?"

At the question, Hyrule immediately turned to face Legend fully, eyes analyzing him from head to toe, and then he relaxed a little, not finding any obvious sign of injury or illness. "Need another energy drink?"

"Another?" Four repeated. "You don't even work today!"

Legend huffed. "Still need them."

"Okay, but then what's wrong?" Four questioned again.

Legend shook his head. "Nothing. What part are we stuck on?"

Hyrule glanced between the nurses, a quiet resolve turning his face to stone, and then he looked back at the clock pendulum. "We need a code to get this out of the box. And Four was curious if the Zoran on the wall was legit."

Legend looked at the framed words and immediately shook his head. "Some of them are close, but it's just gibberish."

"How do you know Zoran anyway?" Four had been wondering about that, and maybe it would distract him.

"I've traveled a lot. Did an assignment in the Domain, picked up on some of it."

Well, at least Legend was talking now. Four wasn't quite sure what was up, but clearly something was. Maybe it was as simple as being tired; maybe Legend did need an energy drink. But still...

The trio got through yet another clue, managing to get the pendulum back on the clock, but were still puzzling over the the locked cabinet which held the key they would need to escape the room. Four found his stamina draining as he had been working all day, but Hyrule was poring over every item in the room, stubborn as ever to figure this out.

And Legend had zoned out again.

"Ledge... are you sure you're okay?" Four asked quietly, trying not to attract Hyrule's attention and put his friend on the spot. That was usually the quickest way to get Legend to deflect, after all.

"I'm tired, okay?" Legend fired back a little snippily. "Just tired."

"Let's get coffee afterward," Four offered.

Legend huffed good naturedly. "That isn't gonna cover it."

"Got it!" Hyrule shouted as he opened the cabinet. The key inside barely had an instant to glisten in the light before Hyrule snatched it and opened the door to the exit. He smirked at Legend. "Guess we'd better get that coffee, then."

The emergency nurse rolled his eyes.

The trio settled at a café nearby just as it started to rain, and between the water droplets sliding down the window and the dim, calm lighting of the room, Four nearly nodded off before he could drink his coffee. Hyrule sipped happily at his hot chocolate while Legend stared outside, his triple espresso sitting forgotten on the table.

"Does this have to do with the trauma patient?" Four finally asked, trying to confirm his suspicions. He himself hadn't taken care of the patient, but Legend clearly had since he'd asked about the outcome earlier in the evening.

Legend took a slow, weary breath, and turned his attention to his drink. "Shit happens. I'm just tired."

Yep. That was what this was about.

Four wasn't entirely sure how to address this issue. He'd been a nurse for a year now, and though he'd had a few patients die, he himself was still figuring out ways of handling it. He remembered when Sky had checked up on him after that one awful slew of shifts, how everyone had trickled through, stopping by his place, bringing him food, letting him rest and talk and cry and do whatever he needed. Four had felt well supported and loved, and he'd been eternally grateful for it.

But the weariness Legend showed, the shield of indifference he put up... it wasn't how Four coped. So Four wasn't sure what to do. He glanced uncertainly at Hyrule, who was watching Legend in silence. His paramedic friend could be equally distant, though not so cold. Four found himself wishing Dot or Sky or Malon or Twilight were here. They were much better at this.

"It sucks," Four acknowledged, feeling like that woefully underplayed it but not sure what else to say.

Legend looked at him a moment, and Four wanted to melt into the bench, but then the travel nurse smiled. He bit his lip, his gaze dropping back to his espresso, and he muttered, "Yeah. It does."

That was all the conversation Four could drag out of him, but when Hyrule started to talk about some funny stories from the ambulance, Legend followed along with calmer energy. Four gave in to the conversation, tossing jokes and inane topics back and forth, and Legend eventually started to chime in a little. By the time the three were preparing to leave, the atmosphere seemed less tense overall. Four offered to give Hyrule a ride home, but Hyrule said he could walk from there, and the three all parted ways.

Four hoped that somehow he had helped. The smile on Legend's face seemed to indicate as such, at least.

#writing #lu in healthcare #lu four #lu legend #lu hyrule #sometimes there are no words but nice company is nice company #especially when it isn't demanding company #escape rooms are fun I wanna go to an escape room nowwww #sigh #anyway everyone go send your love to Oma it's her birthday! :D she deserves all the love <3

[author-main]

I WANNA KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT TWILIGHT'S DAUGHTER. TELL US EVERYTHING. does she know who her dad is? if she doesn't, does she know anything about "link the hero"? heard stories about him fighting off the twilight invasion, with or without knowing that's her father? (idk how well-known twi is in his hyrule in ur au) what exactly has her mother told her about link? why DID she run off like that? any information on the mother?? i have so many questions you will have to tell me to shut up

AAAAAUGHAUGH I SHALL ANSWER ALL YOUR QUESTIONS.

So considering that his daughter is currently 6 in the story, I think the most she would know or be told is that her dad is the hero of hyrule. See, in ALUW, between OoT and TP (And later to FSA), the Triforce mark was more of an... inherited birthmark? In TP, Link has the mark from the very beginning, that's where this idea comes from. Twi's daughter also has the mark. It would have to be explained to her, that she's the daughter of someone very important.

Yes, Twilight is very well known in his hyrule. But since he doesn't necessarily like killing monsters, I'd say his spotlight's kinda dimmed. He's still a sweet guy and loved by everyone in Hyrule, he's just not doing hero things anymore.

I actually don't have much information about the mother. In my head, she probably falls into Twilight's type, so taller and maybe red or dark haired? Around Twi's age, most likely older than him. She doesn't even have a name atm.

Why did she run off? She doesn't know Twilight at all. The last time she saw him, he was not in a good place mentally or physically. For months, he was forced to stay at the castle, hospitalized due to... actions. But the thing is, staying at the castle for more than a day actually fucks him up. When they met again, Twilight had escaped in patient's clothes. He said he wanted to be in their daughter's life, but he just showed up out of nowhere.

I'm not done with this little portrait timeline, but here's a picture of Twilight at 18 (when they first met) and 19 (when they met again).

After she ran off, Twilight went missing trying to find her.

#author's ask box #aluw #wip #aluw twilight (he/him) #everytime i talk about his baby mama I feel the need to mention that she's not a canon character and idk why

[smilesrobotlover]

Heya folks, here’s a fun little wip 🥰

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Link fought with all the strength he had left as he was dragged through the forest. He pulled, bit, kicked, and screamed, but no matter what he did, it was in vain. He was dragged to an open area, lit up by torches, making the dark forest a sickening red. There was a stone slab in the middle, and he was plopped harshly on top of it. His arms and legs were held down as rope was tied tightly around him, keeping him from escaping the stone slab. He fought against them, his heart beating so loud he thought it’d escape his chest, but his chest and legs were pinned down, and all he could do was helplessly squirm. The monsters tying him down left him, and he felt panic spike through his chest as the monsters grew silent, and a hooded figure walked towards him, holding a jar.

A jar of ashes.

Link yelled out for help as the monsters started getting closer to him, one holding a knife. He couldn’t let this happen, he couldn’t. He was supposed to protect Hyrule, not doom it forever. The monster holding the knife was on top of him, and held the knife above its head. Link worked on getting the rope to slip over his head, getting close enough that it was nearly on his chin—

But the knife went down onto his gut. Link gasped as pain exploded in his abdomen, and to his horror, hot blood was already pouring out. He suddenly felt weak, his fruitless effort in escaping was stopped as he instinctively put his hands on the wound, but without any magic, he couldn’t heal it. The hooded figure with the jar of ashes stood over him next, and he held up the jar, causing Link to panic.

This couldn’t be happening.

This can’t happen!

The jar was tipped upside down, and the ashes spilled all over him, all onto his bleeding wound.

As soon as the ashes touched him, red smoke appeared, spinning around Link. He grew dizzy as it felt like his blood was being sucked out of him, and though the smoke was disorienting, he could see that the ashes were starting to form a figure, a person.

Tears poured out of Link’s face as he realized that it was over. He failed, he was stupid enough to get caught and now everyone was going to suffer because of him. He watched in horror as the figure grew more prominent, snuffing out any hope for Hyrule Link had. It was all over.

The red smoke stopped spinning, and the figure fell over onto Link, catching himself with his hands so he was kneeling over him. Link observed his face, slightly confused why a man was kneeling over him and not a pig. He had a long nose and dark skin, with messy red hair spiking from his head. His bushy eyebrows were pinched in pain, and his yellow eyes opened, staring back at him. He looked confused for a moment, but his lips curled into a smile, and he sat up on his knees, his arms triumphantly in the air.

“I’M BACK!”

The monsters all cheered at his proclamation as dread settled in Link’s stomach. Everything was going to get destroyed, people were going to die, because of him.

Link tried to fight against the ropes again, but the strength was sapped out of him, and he could feel himself beginning to lose consciousness.

No no, he was going to die on top of everything. Leaving the world to be burned as he went to the sacred realm. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair!

The newly revived man looked down at Link and titled his head. He leaned forwards so their faces were inches from each other. Link squirmed as his hot breath blew across his face, making it harder to breathe.

“The world doesn’t need you now hero, you can rest,” he said, almost tauntingly. His large hand hovered over his face, and as it blocked off the light, his consciousness began to leave as well, and soon, he was whisked away into darkness, not knowing if he’ll ever wake up again.

#wip #tw blood #blood #stab wound #whistles innocently

[lukohan]

Hey linkeduniverse fandom

I read so many fics about Time & Twilight and Twilight & Wild(and so many others), but I was craving some Time and Wild so I made my own little fic

Here’s the link to the work at Ao3

Below is for the ones who may be interested to read it here.

Summary: The chain were exploring some ruins, but then Time and Wild got thrown into a dungeon. The two of them had to get out again and Time is in for some surprises as he clearly underestimates Wilds Sheikah-slate and creativity.

 Words: 7200

Enjoy!

The day was uneventful until early afternoon. The chain was traversing some hills when they stumbled upon a bunch of ruins. The size and shape of the scattered remains of stone and wood told them this was once a small village. Hyrule and Wild were already walking ahead towards the ruins before anyone could suggest going to explore them. This was neither new nor unusual and the rest was just as curious and followed them without protest.

Time stood in the middle of what was once a marketplace or had been at least the main square of the village. He did find a few rotten wooden sings indicating a market. After a few moments of looking around himself, he decided to keep an eye on his boys. Wind, Warriors and Legend stood inside the largest building discussing something. The remains showed that it had been a tavern. Sky had joined Hyrule and Four near a blocked well, while Twilight stuck close to Wild, watching him.

Twilights attention was drawn towards Sky and Four when they held up some trinkets. As Twilight made his way to them, Time saw Wild scurrying of in the opposite direction. Times gaze followed him until he disappeared behind some debris and chose to go see what interesting thing the cub had found. He walked behind the debris and stopped a few feet away from Wild. The boy knelt in front of something that resembled a tombstone.

“Found something interesting?” Time looked at Wilds back with a raised eyebrow. A tombstone with a strange symbol was not what he expected to find in village ruins.

Wild whipped his head around about to say something when a small tremor ran through the ground, seemingly to originate right underneath Wild. The world went instantly quiet and Time could hear the others approaching in their direction. Wild looked at him wide eyed.

The next moment the ground shook violently and collapsed right under Wild. Time was halfway to Wild, arm stretched out to grab and pull him away and out of danger. But Time lost his footing before he could reach him. The earth beneath him gave in and he felt himself fall into the hole with the collapsing earth and debris, losing sight of Wild as he entered the dark. He heard the others shouting.

Though he didn’t fall far. After just a moment he fell on a slope and slide-rolled down, accompanied by stone and dirt. The slide down wasn’t short and ended abruptly, dropping Time over an edge and five feet to the floor.

He hit the ground with his back and a groan, instinctively shielding his face with his arms against potential rocks following him. But only a few pebbles landed on him, leaving him unscathed.

He waited for three breaths, listening as the last bit of dirt rained over the edge. Then he quickly got up, eye already scanning the lit room he found himself in, searching for Wild. A quiet sigh of relieve escaped his lips once he saw Wild only a few feet away from him. He was on his knees and was about to get up.

“Are you alright?” Time hurried to Wilds side as he stood and took a closer look at him.

“I’m fine.” His voice oddly quiet and after seeing Time he flinched. “I’m fine.”

Time narrowed his eye slightly in suspicion, knowing well that he had the tendency to play down any injury. But he didn’t see any blood and he himself was unharmed so he assumed he was alright as well.

He took a proper look around the room. It was incredibly spacious, round and with too smooth too even stone walls. There were two metal doors opposite of each other. Time turned around and looked up the shaft they had fallen through. It was almost too dark to see anything, but he could distinctly make out what looked like a giant rock blocking the way back up.

And blocking all the rocks and debris that would have come down falling on us, Time thought to himself.

He saw Wild standing in front of one of the doors. He stepped closer as well and he noticed several heavy metal chains blocking the door. But there was no lock or anything similar to it. Wild investigated the chains, yanked at them, and seemed to come to the conclusion that they couldn’t get past here.

“I think we landed inside a dungeon.” Time crossed his arms. And we didn’t end up at the entrance. The door is probably locked from the other side, which means there is no way for us to open it.

A sense of dread spread inside him. He didn’t like this. They couldn’t get out.

“This door opens.” Wild called from the other side of the room, snapping Time out of his thoughts. He made his way over quickly, peered through the door and stared down a short hallway.

Time looked to Wild, who was in return looking at him, the corners of his mouth upward and a certain glint in his eyes. He gestured to the hallway “Guess there’s only one way forward.”

The door at the end of the hallway led them into an enormous room. It looked like an artificial forest with trees made out of stone. Several waterways of different width divided the room with a small lake at one side.

Time saw the curiosity written on Wilds face as they wandered into it. This place was certainly an odd sight. He probably would have felt a certain curiosity as well under different circumstances. Right now he was mostly concerned how they would get out of this dungeon, they could have missed an important item that they would need to get out of here, depending on how far into the dungeon they had fallen, making it impossible to proceed. He was also worried about the others outside, who hopefully didn’t end up falling and get buried, and are definitely frantically trying to find a way to get to them.

He caught the rock flying at him in his peripheral vision. Time immediately dodged forward and took cover behind a stone tree, the next stone impacted against it.

A quick look revealed three octoroks in a waterway. One launched a rock towards Wild who had taken cover behind another tree, bow and arrow at the ready. Time took his shield and stepped out at the same time as Wild. Wild shot two arrows taking out the two further away and Time parried an incoming rock, launching it back and taking out the third.

There were some more octoroks as the traversed through the stone forest, but the two of them had no problem handling them.

They stood now in front of the small lake. A door to the right of it, blocked with chains and a lock. In the middle of the lake, at the far end of the wall, was a tiny island with a socket and a small key on top of it.

Time gazed over the edge of the lake, Wild crouched down next to him. Both studied the creatures inside of it. They looked like oversized jellyfish in multiple colours.

“They look similar to bari. They electrocute you on contact.” Time answered the unasked question he saw on Wilds face. He tensed a bit, remembering their sting and the pain from his adventures. He was in full armor, which wasn’t exactly ideal to swim to the island and get the key, especially with electricity-based enemies. And while he knew Wild wouldn’t have a problem going himself, he’d rather not subject him to any danger. Besides there were just too damn many of them.

Wild must have seen him frowning as he stood up and took his Sheikah-slate in his hands. “The key is made of metal, right?”

Without waiting for an answer, Time saw a glowing orb extend from the slate to the key. As soon as it connected the key started floating. With a flick of the slate the key hovered towards them until Wild grabbed it midair.

“No problem.” Wild had a huge grin on his face and was proudly showing off the key in his hand.

Time stared at the key for a moment. He obviously knew of the functions of Wilds slate and had seen it in action many times before. It probably just didn’t occur to him that it could be used for something like that instead of battle or mischief, it made an otherwise hazardous task so simple. Well, it was always good to avoid danger.

He shrugged inwardly and followed Wild who was already unlocking the door.

The next room was much smaller, with a single waterway leading from one side to the other. The only notable thing in this room was an abstract mural. It seemed to depict some sort of altar surrounded by weird symbols.

Time recognized one of them. It was the same as on the tombstone… He wondered if it was a hint to the boss of this dungeon, or at least some puzzle to be solved. He counted eight symbols and tried to understand what they could mean.

He heard a familiar sound coming from the slate Wild held in his hands. The boy must have taken a photo just now.

“My Zelda will definitely find this interesting.” Wild said when he noticed Time looking at him.

“She’s interested in odd, obscure paintings from dungeons?”

Wild flashed a smile. “Honestly, she’s interested in just about everything. This can be her next riddle to solve.”

The next room was again gigantic. A stair led them down a few steps, the entire floor was covered in water that just went above their ankles. Stone trees were much sparser than in the other room, but there were still a few around. Three platforms of about 12 feet height, stood each at a wall and there was also another shaft way above one. Unfortunately, the light didn’t reach the ceiling and left the upper part of the room in darkness.

Time carefully observed his surroundings. So far he didn’t spot any signs of enemies or traps, even when he strained his eye against the dark above them. Wild had already walked a bit further into the room, his body language clearly stating caution. He walked after him reminding himself with a tinge of guilt that Wild may be a reckless gremlin, but he wasn’t just reckless. He had gone through his share of dungeons and danger.

Wild had reached the first platform and started scaling its walls and Time was once again amazed by Wilds ability to climb almost any vertical surface.

“There’s a door here blocked with chains.” Wild shouted from above him. “And there are more on the other platforms. I don’t think the others are locked.”

Time saw the one on the platform the furthest away from them. But that platform had water pouring down on its side, tiny waterfalls on each side. He doubted even Wild could climb up there.

Wild jumped down and landed next to him. “This door won’t open we have to try another one.”

“The key to it must be behind one of the other doors.” Time motioned his hand to the next platform, only slightly taller than this one.

Wild must have taken this as an invitation, because he was running towards it and climbed it immediately.

How is that boy so quick? Time followed at a swift pace and stopped in front of it, Wild had almost reached the top. He wondered how he was getting up there himself. There was no way for him to climb the wall like Wild did, but perhaps the tree next to it would allow him…

Time couldn’t finish his thoughts. A loud hiss had him look upward to the platform, his body tensed up into a ready stance. Before he managed to start picturing, what was going on up there, he heard the loud sound of metal clashing and to his shock, he saw how Wild had been flung backward and fell from the platform. He crashed through some tree branches and hit the ground with a groaned. His shield landed somewhere with a loud clang.

Time rushed to his side instantly, his own shield taken from the back with one swift motion. The moment he stood at Wild side his eye darted from Wilds pained face up to the platform. He had just enough time to raise his shield and brace himself against a greatsword. A lizalfos had jumped down on them. With the next breath he drew his sword and swung it at the enemy, wounded it and caused it to jump to the side in retreat.

A cough and dripping water told Time that Wild had moved. “There’s more of them. Dropped down from above.” Wilds pressed out from behind him.

Time took a few steps back, pushing Wild with him. Two more lizalfos jumped down, while another three had shown up at the edge, spears at ready. He felt Wild stepping forward to his side and saw the glint of sword and shield in hand.

The first lizalfos charged at him again. Time slashed his sword at its head. Two more strikes and it fell to the ground. A shadow appeared above him and he quickly dodged the incoming spear, sidestepped to avoid it again, and performed a back slice, cutting deep and killing it instantly.

Then he turned to Wild, just in time to see him dispose of one of the two remaining lizalfos with a spin of his sword. While the last monster was still facing Wild, Time struck it down from behind, ending this fight and returning silence to the room.

“That wasn’t so difficult.” Wild was slightly panting, most likely still from the fall, and drenched.

Time hastily stepped closer to him and immediately noticed Wilds left forearm, the sleeve dripping with bright light red blood from elbow to wrist. His heartbeat quickened once more at the sight of it.

“Your arm…” Time was about to grab it but Wild just nonchalantly raised and studied it for a moment.

“It’s ok.” He pulled up the sleeve and revealed a large abrasion, spanning almost the entire outside of his forearm. “It’s not deep and it doesn’t even hurt that much.” He demonstratively flexed his fingers.

Time breathed out in relieve. A small wound considering how he had fallen. The amount of blood had him fooled for a moment, but now that he had a second to think it should have been obvious, it was too bright; the blood had been diluted with all that water, spreading it and making it appear as much more than it actually was.

“Do you have potions with you?” Time asked still fixated on Wilds arm.

Wild blinked at him questioningly and took out his slate. He slightly pursed his lips: “I have two left in my slate. But Time, this hardly warrants a potion.” He demonstratively waved his arm.

Time raised an eyebrow. Two potions left, he himself had none with him. This wasn’t great. And they didn’t know what has yet to come and he reluctantly agreed with Wild in terms of wound severeness. He wouldn’t need a potion for something like that.

But before he could tell him so Wild continued. “Seriously, this is nothing.” He smiled in assurance. “And besides I had much worse than this and survived without potions.”

Time saw him avert eyes as soon as he had said the last part, probably worried that he would question him about it. Oh, he really wanted to know what had happened, but he had no plans on asking right now. But once they got back to the others, he might ask him about it. He already knows he’s going to be horrified about that story anyway.

Time helped to make a makeshift bandage out of some pieces of clothing. The moment he was done Wild turned to the platform and started climbing again.

“Wild, get back down.” Time couldn’t help but worry, they don’t know if there would be more monsters ready to ambush them.

“Don’t worry, we dealt with every monster.” Wild had already reached the top. He smiled. “I take a look through the door, see what’s in the next room.”

“WILD!” Time yelled at the disappearing figure, silently cursing at the boy’s recklessness. Then searched anxiously for a way up. He gave up pretty fast to ever get on top of the platform, instead he had to settle with staring up, hoping Wild would be back any moment, wouldn’t be facing any difficulties or danger.

A couple minutes later Wild had indeed returned and jumped down to meet up with him.

Time gave him a stern look, putting all unsaid words into it. The stare seemed to work, Wild didn’t meet his eyes, instead glanced to the side.

“I found a treasure chest with some rupees in it.” He knew full well Time wasn’t happy with him running of. “There was also a lever marked with a water symbol. I think it’s meant to flood this room.”

Time nodded at that. “From what I know of dungeons, you’re probably right. It will most likely allow us to reach the last platform.”

Time took a moment to think. He still had his Zora-armor with him. It will take some time to change into it, but then Wild could climb back up…

He heard Wild walking away and looked up. He was already halfway to the last platform.

 Hylia, this boy! Couldn’t stand still for a few seconds and let him come up with a plan.

Time groaned inwardly. He suddenly understood Twilight so much better, always running after Wild and getting stressed out.

“Wild” he stopped himself from reprimanding him as he saw how he studied this last obstacle. “Even you won’t be able to climb this.” He shook his head to emphasize on it. The walls were too slippery from the constant running water.

“We don’t need to.” A mischievous smile had made its way on Wilds face. “Just stand over there.”

“What are you planning?” Time eyed him suspiciously. This smile didn’t bode well, he could feel it.

“It’s nothing dangerous, trust me.” Wild had his slate in his hands, waiting for Time to move to the designated spot. “Just a way to get us up.”

Time stood next to the platform, wondering what was going to happen. Trust me, the teen said, Time trusted him, but he would like to know what happens(if he survives this).

He suddenly felt the ground move and within a breath he rose up towards the platform. He looked down and saw a huge block of ice underneath him. He stared a moment at the ice and then turned his attention to the platform, which was now at chest height. It was easy to climb it. Wild was quick to follow him up.

“See?” Wild joined him on the platform, a wide grin on his face.

Time couldn’t help but chuckle. Whether it was due to Wilds enthusiasm or the surprise of the slates absurd and convenient power. Looks like they didn’t have to do it the way he had thought.

The next room was a large circle with another door at the opposite end, just like the first one they had landed in. But in this one there was in the middle a single large treasure chest.

Time and Wild carefully scanned the room and looked out for concealed enemies and hidden dangers.

“There’s only this single chest here.” Wild concluded with some disbelieve in his voice. It actually sounded almost like a question.

“It does appear that way.” Time didn’t trust this either, it looked too much of a trap. “But it’s too easy. I don’t think we can just take whatever is in there.” A chest like this in a dungeon usually contained something important or useful. He doubted a large chest like that had only rupees in it. But he felt uneasy…

Wild for one didn’t deem this to be a deterrent and approached the chest. “I’ll check.”

Time watched from where he was and observed the room closely, ready for whatever trap may be triggered. He knew he wouldn’t be able to dissuade Wild anyway and they most likely needed the content later.

Wild opened the chest and reached into it. He pulled out a small key. The same moment he showed it to Time they heard an almost deafening buzzing sound. Wild looked up right above him to its source and leaped to the side to avoid a flash of light, which shot to where he had been.

Time rushed forward, sword in hand and his eye on the buzzing light ball. Said ball charged at them with incredible speed, the two barely managed to dodge it. It zig-zagged through the air like lightning, never stopping, changed direction again and attacked them once more. He dodged again and felt a sharp blade scratching at his armor. He tried to hit it with his sword the next time it raced by again but it was too fast.

Wild shot several arrows, all missed its mark, the ball of light even circled the last arrow midair as if to mock them.

This went on for several minutes.

“Every time it attacks us it stands still for an instant.” Time shouted after another dodge, and another scratch showed on his armor.

But the next arrow missed as well.

This was a troublesome enemy. Time contemplated retreating. The doors weren’t blocked, they should be able to leave both ways without losing their heads if they timed it right. They even had a key for the locked door from before. He knew from the dungeons he had completed, there would definitively be an item or weapon to help them with this unknown enemy. If it wasn’t placed in the earlier part of the dungeon which was blocked off completely to them…

Time dodged the buzzing annoyance again. But this time not fast enough. He felt how something sharp sliced his left leg, leaving a burning sensation. The wetness of blood started to spread.

 Tch.

“Strike it when it stops!” He heard Wild shout, sounding quite angry.

Before his mind could even question what sort of plan Wild had this time, he saw a yellow light flash the moment the noisy ball went for an attack again.

Time saw an insect-like monster standing completely still midair illuminated by yellow light. He swore he could hear a ticking sound. He didn’t think, simply reacted on instinct and with the next heartbeat swung his sword and cleaved the creature in two. A strange sound filled the room and the two halves of the being fell to the ground.

He looked to Wild, who had the slate in his hand and concentration on his face. The boy relaxed a bit and walked over to him. Time was bewildered, still not fully grasping what just happened. Like he had said, he knew about the slates function, he technically knew. He had even seen this time-stopping feature in action before. Yet his mind needed a moment to comprehend the last three seconds.

Time recovered from his surprised state and used his left hand to examen the wound on his leg. It was longer than his hand and still stung, but the blood started to dry rather quickly. Luckily the cut wasn’t deep. Time turned his attention back to the corpse. A small gentle light ball formed from the remains and turned into some sort of orb with a symbol engraved on it.

Wild picked up the fist-sized orb and studied it, rotated it in his hand.

“You alright?” Wild shifted a bit to see Times leg.

“Just a scratch.” It would fully stop bleeding soon, no doubt, and he moved without problem.

“This symbol was on the mural, though it’s different from the tombstone.”

“Take it. Pretty sure we will need it to get further.” Time closed his eye for a moment and took a deep breath. He hoped there wasn’t much more to come.

They continued through the door further into the dungeon. The option to go back to the looked door always remained.

Next, they stepped into a long empty corridor. On first glance.

Before Wild could make another step Time put a hand on his shoulder and stopped him.

“The floor.” He cast his gaze downward. Tiles in different colours were spread out. Time knew this sort of trap well and it was easy to avoid.

Wild seemed to understand promptly as well. He gave Time a nod and maneuvered through the little maze of tiles with ease.

They entered yet another round room, even larger than the last one. The inner circle was lowered by a step and filled with water. In the center existed something like an altar.  Eight pedestals formed a circle on the outer dry ring.

It took Time several steps to cross the outer ring. Seven small orbs shone from beneath the water’s surface. He took one out of the water and studied it, searched and found another symbol.

Looks like he was proven right about the orb. Slight annoyance spread through him for he hadn’t completely memorized the mural. Time grumbled inwardly, pretty sure it depicted to order in which they would need to place the orbs on the pedestals in order to continue.

“Do you remember the order of the symbols on the mural?”

“Noooooo…….” The drawn-out answer arrived after a few seconds. “But I can check.”

Time watched Wild take out the slate and tapping on it. He still wasn’t sure what to think about this thing. It was undoubtedly useful and helpful but he still felt a certain unease.

He waited for Wild to bring up the photo he had taken back then.

Oh, this thing was convenient yes. If Time had been by himself, he would need to go all the way back and take another look. Depending if he could correctly memorize it in a short time, maybe even twice.

He leaned in to look at the picture on the slate. With this, it was child’s play and they quickly placed the orbs in their corresponding positions on top of the pedestals.

“Prepare yourself. Something is going to happen.” Time placed the last orb.

Slight tremors filled the room as the pedestals vanished into the ground. With an echoing thud, bars appeared and blocked the door. Eight lights gathered on top of the altar, darkness rose from it and seemed to devour the light.

Time drew his sword and was almost thrown off balance when the ground shook violently.

The alter burst apart and the darkness expanded, a monster manifested from it. It looked like a giant lizalfos but with a pair of extra arms and claws and spikes all over its body. A long tail whipped around, the spikes started glowing worryingly yellow and static electricity filled the room.

Time silently cursed. He had expected for the master key to appear or something similar. Not what appeared, in all likelihood, to be the boss itself.

Time darted to the side and avoided its tongue. He saw it using its spiked arms to block Wilds sword and used the moment to slash the monsters’ side, injuring it easily, monster blood dripped from his blade.

It roared; light flashed through its spikes.

“Get back!” Time heard Wilds shout. He needn’t be told, knew full well what was coming, and jumped back. He barely managed to avoid the electrical sphere discharged by the boss.

It whipped around and lashed its tail in a circle. Time ducked under it and used this momentum to charge forward and plunge his sword into its side once more. Then leaped back again to evade the incoming claw which was now laced with electricity. The monster cried out again and from the corner of his eye he saw how Wild had used the opportunity to strike. The monster turned to Wild and Time grasped the chance to attack it again.

The monster wasn’t exactly smart and always turned its attention to the one that attacked it.

They made a good team; one attacks while the other had its attention and then switched when the monster did. Only shortly interrupted when it discharged another electrical sphere.

Everything worked well and Time could see the monster growing weaker and more agitated. He stepped forward, prepared to strike again, when the spikes flashed again, far earlier than before. He retreated immediately and narrowly avoided the electricity, but its tail was much faster than previous and knocked him off his feet and into the wall.

The impact wasn’t that hard, but he needed a few breaths to steady himself again, his eye fixated on the monster. If it was going to change its attack pattern the fight would become slightly more troublesome.

A loud scream filled the room.

Time turned his head and hot fear shot through his veins. He saw Wild on his hands and knees, head lowered, trembling, remains of electricity dissipating. He saw a red patch growing rapidly on Wilds back and forced his thoughts back into order.

Without another second to lose Time sprinted to him, dodged a claw midway, and positioned himself between Wild and the monster. Eye trained on the monster he heard Wild gasping for breath. There was no time to waste, he lunged at the boss, stroke it right in its eye and the monster reared back. Time thrust his sword deep into its torso with a fury he hadn’t long felt.

The boss collapsed to the floor, a last hiss marked its end. Its body slowly dissipated.

Time spun around. Wild had stood up, still gasping and completely unsteady. Time grabbed his arm and caught him, before he fell to the floor again. His eye widened as he saw the huge amount of deep red blood on Wilds left shoulder and back, already dripping down his arm.

Time lowered themselves to kneel on the ground. This time it was really bad, he had known instantly.

With one hand he steadied Wild and the other clutched the slate from Wilds hip and moved it into Wilds view.

“You need a potion.” Time hoped Wild was conscious enough to follow his words and tamped the dread rising within him. He cursed silently at his inability to operate the slate, especially now, in this situation, where it could mean life or death.

Time moved Wild closer to him and pulled the torn clothing aside to get a proper look at the wound. A huge gash went from the top of the shoulder to the middle of his back. He made out bright red fern-like patterns going up Wilds neck and on the entire right shoulder. There was probably more under all this blood.

The slate lit up in a blue light and Time helped him drink the potion, Wilds arm too unsteady to move properly. He moved Wilds head gently to lean on his shoulder and made sure to keep them both upright. Time closed his eyes and listened carefully to Wilds breathing. He anxiously waited for it to become steadier.

After a while he felt Wilds breath slowing and returning to almost normal. He took Wilds right arm around his shoulder and got themselves up. He moved cautiously and walked towards the wall.

“ ‘m fine. Can walk by mys’lf” Wild groaned, his voice was a whisper. Time knew better, shouldered a significant part of his weight. The young man’s body slumped against him.

He let Wild down and propped him against the wall, knelt in front of him, eyes narrowed in concern and then sat down next to him and pulled him closer.

“We’re taking a short break.” Time made sure to use a tone that left no room for arguments. He probably didn’t have to.

Wild simply muffled something in response and let his head plop against Times shoulder.

Time took in the pale face, the half-closed eyes and the deep rhythmic breathing, a method to deal with pain.

The cub needs a second potion, Time told himself, his heart heavy with worry and guilt. If he hadn’t missed the timing and had drawn the monster’s attention to him, this wouldn’t have happened. Time sighted. Blaming himself wouldn’t help them. They really needed to get out of this place and back to the others. He could imagen them desperately trying to find them. Hopefully this was really the boss and they could get out of here.

Time did manage to convince Wild to take the second potion without much fuss, a confirmation that he was in really bad shape.

They spent half an hour in silence, as they waited for the second potion to work and for Wild to gather some strength. Wild had his eyes closed and controlled his breathing. Times thoughts ran around, spinning with worry and what-ifs scenarios.

Wild had recovered quite a bit, his breathing had returned to normal and he walked by himself.

“I’m fine now, really.”

Time almost believed him. Almost. But he saw the caution in Wilds stride, careful to not move his shoulder more than necessary, and his breathing overly controlled.

Time hadn’t noticed the door appearing, he had been too focused on Wild. When they got closer to it Time tensed once more. It was unlocked and revealed a relatively small room with a single large treasure chest.

Unlike last time, Time didn’t feel like this one was trapped, so he knelt in front of it and opened the lid. In it laid a single light green gem, a faint glow pulsated slowly. He took it out with one hand to show Wild and hoped he knew what it was, because Time had never seen such a gem before, and he had seen many.

Right after Wild shook his head in response to the gem, a ray of white transparent light appeared a few steps behind the chest and formed a circle, startling both.

“This looks like our way out.” Time put a hand on Wilds right shoulder after a moment and lead them to stand in the circle. “Let’s go.”

The white light engulfed them and soon after they appeared on a stone circle, the evening sun welcoming them. Small green hills surrounded them and between some rocks was a hidden, closed stone door adorned with eight symbols. They stood in front of the actual dungeon entrance.

“We made it!” Wild flashed a broad smile and threw his hands into the air only to yank them down again with a hiss.

Yep. Time had noticed the wound hadn’t completely healed yet.

The sky was still bright although slowly turning its colour. It had been roughly five hours they spent in the dungeon. Only five hours, that was extremely fast, if he considered all the rooms they traversed and everything they did.

Time looked at the device hanging from Wilds hip. It was thanks to this thing and Wilds creativity. He couldn’t say how long it would have taken him to get out if he had been alone. He would have had to take into account of changing his armor for swimming and carefully navigating through the baris-laddled lake. Then there would have been the problem of climbing the platforms, and dealing with a potentially submerged room. Not to mention the fights. Those would have taken a lot longer alone. He would have had to retreat and go back as soon as he met that insect-like monster to look for something to help him with it. The boss would have been an extremely difficult challenge. And Hylia… the time he would have had to spend going back and forth between mural and boss room.

All in all, he estimated it would have taken him at least thrice the time they had needed.

Time smiled; nervous energy still present but also a sense of accomplishment. This truly had been an adventure full of surprises. Good and bad alike.

“Alright. Let’s see if we can find the ruins and get back to the others.”

They didn’t search for long. They were just about to go past the first hill when Wolfie came running. Time saw how Twilight must have recognized them, because he sped up some more. For a moment he though Twilight would crash into Wild, but the wolf came to a skittering halt right in front of him and started whining. He circled Wild several times, clearly distressed at the sight of blood and the state Wild appeared in. He circled Time twice before going back to Wild.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Wild tried to placate Twilight, who was still circling him. He tried his best to calm him down, but then again, he would always downplay injuries.

“He will be fine after we properly patch him up.” Time helped out Wild and hoped to ease Twilights worry.

“See! Even Time says so. I’m fine.” Wild gesticulated wildly.

Twilight stopped circling him und growled at him, unconvinced.

Time heard shouting and footsteps approaching. He looked over and saw the other six heroes running towards them.

“Time! Wild!”

“Thank Hylia, you’re safe.”

“What the fuck happened?”

A general gasp went through the group the moment they took in Wilds appearance. Although he was smiling his body was visible tense, his stance protective as to not move his shoulder more than necessary, and his bloodstained back and red covered left arm didn’t help any.

Wolfie had disappeared in the midst of this and Time knew he’d be back in a few seconds.

Hyrule stepped to Wild immediately and started examine him, all while he ignored his protests and assurances. He had no chance when Sky joined in. Legend was rummaging through his bag, probably looking for a potion. Twilight showed up and touched his proteges shoulder, which made Wild flinch. Time figured they’d be fretting over him for a while.

Warriors stepped in front of him, his eyes focused and alarmed, and his hands grasped Times arms.

“Are you alright.”

Huh. Time might have forgotten for a moment how his arm and part of his armor was full of Wilds blood. It made him look worse than he was.

“I’m perfectly fine, captain.”

“No, you’re hurt.” A vibrating Wind pointed at his leg.

That was true, but the wound had stopped bleeding and frankly, this little bit could hardly be called an injury.

“Just a scratch.”

“Pretty long for a scratch.” Four chimed in with a skeptical look and his arms crossed.

“Long but not deep.” Time put a hand on Warriors arm and squeezed it lightly to assure him. “Most of the blood is Wilds.”

Warriors head snaped to Wild, who was visibly uncomfortable with so many people cornering him. No need to go over there and make it worse.

“We left most of our stuff just around the hill.” Four informed Time.

Warriors nodded. “Had Sky and Wind look for a place to stay outside of the ruins, in case other spots caved in. We were searching for a way to get to you. Scurred the entire ruins for a way down. Earth shook after a while again and I had everyone fall back. Couldn’t get all of them out of that possible danger zone right away, especially our Rancher. It’s good to have you back.”

“Legend was the first to suggest to look for an entrance. He saw some walls that looked like they belonged to a labyrinth.” Wind continued and jumped up and down. “Wolfie turned up to help us, but we couldn’t find anything!”

“How did you know we were here then?”

Twilight was the one to answer, now turned to him, his face was still riddled with concern.

“Saw a huge flash of light and hoped it was you guys.”

After Sky, Hyrule and Twilight were convinced Wild wasn’t going to die any moment they decided to get back to their belongings and set camp right there. Twilight was almost glued to Wild the entire way and always glanced back to Time, as if to make sure he was really there.

Hyrule had been adamant on checking out Times leg as well. Wild on his part seemed to have given up on getting any space, even after he was properly treated. He was now leaning against Twilight, no doubt he still felt the aftereffects of the fight.

Time knew the young hero wasn’t keen on telling the story, so Time told everyone of their little dungeon exploration, only occasionally interrupted by Wild

“I wasn’t reckless.”, “It worked!”,

“That’s what I usually do.”, followed by Twilights stern stare.

Wild indeed fell asleep unusually fast, breathing deep and even, and missed the later part of the tale. Hyrule had kept his eyes on him for the entire story, and now turned his gaze back to Time.

“We did find this at the end of the dungeon.”  Time took out the glowing gem “Anyone know what it is?”

Seven pairs of eyes stared at it and heads were shaken.

Hyrule spoke up first. “There is magic emanating from it, just a little, but its pulsing within.”

“What sort of magic?” Twilights eyes narrowed in extreme suspicion.

“I’m not sure, but it doesn’t appear harmful. In fact, it feels … soothing.”

“Yeah, it’s like a faint heartbeat.” Legend added, “And Time has been holding it for a while now. If it did anything bad that would have already happened.”

Time stowed it away in his bag. “I’ll keep it for now. Maybe we’ll find someone who knows what it is.”

Heads were nodded.

“Alright everybody get some rest. I’ll take first watch.” Warriors stood up and placed a hand on Times shoulder. “Especially you, old man.”

Everyone headed to their bedrolls, except Twilight who still held a sleeping Wild close.

Time huffed and stood up as well. Today at least he would follow this suggestion without protest. He only made two steps away from the fire, when he abruptly stopped and decided otherwise. He went to sit next to Twilight.

Twilight had one arm protectively around Wild and buried his face in the other one.

Time placed gently a hand on his back, careful not to startle him.

“We’re back, pup.” Time said in a soft voice, almost whispering.

A quiet sob escaped Twilight and his shoulders started trembling a little.

“When you two fell… both at once… I didn’t know… rocks and dirt filled the hole and there was no way going after you. I though … I was afraid that… “

Twilight didn’t finish the sentence, his breath hitched.

Time didn’t need to hear to hear them, he knew full well what words couldn’t be said. Knew what horrific thoughts must curse through his mind.  

They sat there for a while. Time gently rubbed Twilights back in an attempt to sooth him. He could clearly picture how he must have felt. He clearly knew how he would have felt, if Twilight had fallen instead of him.

Time breathed deeply, leaving his hand on Twilights back, and let himself relax.

“Let’s go to sleep.”

And Time made sure to put his bedroll as close to Twilights as possible.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu wild #lu time #dungeon exploration #the other boys are there too #but this is basically a Time and Wild adventure

[trulytiredhermit]

I read your Ravio/Legend section and👍👍👍 gud shit uhuh.

I think the dynamic of Legend and Ravio and their close good friend/roommate that they're weirdly possessive of, lol.

Ravio's someone I'm particularly interested in because on one hand I can see legend doing all of the vaguely threatening 'you're staying here and we'll take care of you, you have no other option' while Ravio goes along with it and tries to make it nicer for you (ie giving you choices on things or rather making it seem like you have a choice) so that you like him more. On the other hand I can absolutely see him blocking the door like 'you're not leaving💜'.

Also how would that type of thing happen?

Were you a neighbor that leg grew particularly fond of, and eventually the visits to his house get longer and longer-- only to mysteriously stop after one particular journey. Were you the one persistent enough to continuously come back even after he told you not to, only to seal your fate once the hero of legend grew too fond of you to risk losing you again. Maybe you even went out on a journey of your own to get Ravio because you knew that leg needed all the support you can get only for the two of you to bond on the way back and Ravio approaches legend like 'hey uhh...'.

Maybe you just needed a place to stay and Ravio was like 'I got just the place for you!', only for the first to approach and find out that Ravio's infamous pricing extends to rent as well. Don't worry though! He'll let you work it off in the shop! Soon you're pretty much spending 24/7 in the house between sleeping and working long ass hours you can't leave if you're constantly working in order to meet rent. Legend, while initially reluctant, eventually comes to appreciate the extra person to come home to, especially since he knows that Ravio isn't as lonely anymore since you came along.

Or you and Leg just bond while the events of Lu take place, only to go to his Hyrule and just...not come back. You can't escape if you have no clue where anything is! Which leads me to the next point.

With the 'Legend, Ravio, and their close good friend' trope, I think it would be funny if the villagers just...didn't acknowledge the blatant creepy behavior going on. Maybe your alarm bells ring on said behavior, but since the two allow you outside, you don't really think much of it; until you do try to seek outside help, only to be stared at by the villagers like you're crazy and either Legend or Ravio just lead you back inside like 'haha yeah they do that sometimes'. Now, whenever you get too close to the outskirts of the village the townspeople tell Legend, if not they just bring you back to the house themselves.

Listen, Legend is the hero of Legend, he's saved more kingdoms than he can count. Plus, he's best friends with his Zelda (or if you're going by popular hc, he is royalty himself). There's nothing you can do to make anyone think too badly of him or Ravio, who was here long before you ever were.

I was wondering if you had any more scraps👀👀

*I…

Bestie

YOU PREPARED ME A WHOLE MEAL! OH MY LORD!

I.LOVE.THIS

Like you’re so big brained, I could never.

Just as a person who also loves Ravio and Legend this is 😮‍💨🤌 chef’s kiss.*

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So, I think for this to work out the best way possible and make somewhat the most sense I would agree with the whole Reader is just a stubborn neighbor who would NOT take no for an answer when Legend was going through some bad times.

Reader is also the overly friendly neighbor.

In every game of Zelda the Link in question has to always help others to gain something that will aid them in their quest.

Which if you look at it as a whole is kinda messed up.

Like you wouldn’t just give the object to the dude who’s trying to save the world???

Anyways, Reader was the opposite of those people.

Reader constantly was checking in on Legend, asking if he ever needed something or just telling him things they heard around the town. Giving him home cooked meals to take on his long journeys so that he can have something to eat.

Reader makes sure that Legend always remembers that their house is open to them.

They really shouldn’t have

Over the years, Legend falls hard for the stubborn and kind Reader.

Becoming infatuated with the worried face that greets him every time he comes back home after an adventure, the one that checks him over for injures and makes promises to fix up his favorite meal that night.

The one who actually cares for Legend in a way others haven’t.

And oh how he cares for them in a return.

Somewhere down the line, Reader turns from his caring neighbor to his caring roommate.

Something had happened to Readers house, it had mysteriously caught fire and burnt down whilst Reader was out.

Leaving Reader with no home and no where to go.

That’s when the hero swooped in to save the day.

Little does Reader know, it was all planned.

Legend of course had some rules that he put in to play once Reader finally moved in.

1) don’t be out too late

“It so dangerous out when it gets dark, I think I’d worry myself half to death if you weren’t home before sunset.”

Tell him where you’re going

“I’ve made a great deal of enemies on my adventures, I fear they may try to target you to get at me. This way I can you’re safe when I come home and you’re not there.”

Remain close to the town

“I’ve been all across the land [Name], I know all that’s out there. I’d feel so much better if you’d keep to the surrounding area around the town when you went out to collect your supplies for baking.”

Should you need anything, just ask him or at least let him accompany you in your errands

“I can get you anything you need if it’s too far from the village, it isn’t a problem. And for things you need in the village I won’t mind tagging a long, I want to spend time with you before I’m sent off on another quest.”

There were a few other rules, but these were the main ones.

With Legend’s reasoning for each one, Reader didn’t feel too bothered by them.

As time passed, everything seemed to be going great for Legend and Reader but then something happened.

A new comer made their way in.

Ravio.

While out on a stroll one day, Reader just happened to come across a strange man adorned with a purple rabbit hood and purplish blue scarf.

Perhaps he was passed out on the road or something or seemed to be lost.

Either way, being such a kind person, Reader offers the stranger their assistance and to guide them back to town.

Ravio accepts and the two talk and even bond a little on their way to the town.

Ravio mentions him not having a place to stay and Reader, with their bleeding heart, offers that he could possible stay with them.

Which is when Ravio learns of Reader’s roommate, Legend.

Who, once Ravio and Reader get to home, is missing.

So Reader comes up with the bright idea to split up and find Legend and so Ravio and Reader search the town for him.

Ravio ends up finding Legend in the sanctuary and takes him back to the house. Soon after Legend wakes up and Ravio has introduced himself, Reader comes back home happy to see Legend safe.

The three talk and Reader reveals that Ravio needs a place to stay and says that they’d have enough room for a third roomie.

Legend, of course, can never truly say no to Reader (especially when they use their puppy eyes and promise to cook up Legend’s favorite meal and spend time with him).

Legend also feels a sense of ease being next to Ravio, like he some how knows him.

In the end, Ravio stays.

The events of A Link Between Worlds unfold and Ravio and Reader grow closer together throughout that time.

Of course, Legend would never let Reader accompany him on his dangerous journey, no matter how much Reader begged.

So Reader stays with Ravio and helps him out in his shop. Thus letting the two grow closer.

And as Legend stops by from time to time, even him and Ravio begin to grow a bond.

He finds himself thankful that Reader has someone to be with while he’s away on his adventure. He knows how lonely it can get sometimes and how much Reader can worry about him.

It also helps that Legend’s beastly jealously never rears its head when Ravio is with Reader.

Somehow, Legend is okay with the fact that Ravio has been growing closer and closer with Reader. Whereas with others he would surely run them off.

After all who would dare challenge the hero of Hyrule?

Perhaps it is at the end of A Link Between Worlds, when Yuga is finally defeated and truths have been brought to light about who Ravio truly is, that Ravio comes to Legend with the offer of a “lifetime”.

To share Reader.

Ravio would stay in Hyrule instead of returning to Lorule and continue to live with Reader and Legend where they could both romantically pursue Reader.

After all, it is a dangerous world and two heroes are much better than one. (Even while cowardly, Ravio is still willing to defend Reader).

Legend agrees to the deal.

Reader’s fate has been sealed.

Legend and Ravio return to the town as heroes and are now very respected people within Hyrule for having saved the land. (After all, Ravio did help Legend).

More importantly they return to their beloved Reader, who smothers them in hugs and checks both men over for injuries.

It is then that Ravio and Legend tell Reader about Ravio’s temporary stay becoming permanent.

Reader is ecstatic and they can’t help but let slip to Ravio and Legend that they shouldn’t worry about the space becoming too cramped because once their house is rebuilt they’d be moving out.

Legend forgot about… that.

He and Ravio share a glance whilst Reader helps out things away and sets the table.

It seems they have more talking and planning to do.

Legend and Ravio start sabotaging Reader’s plans.

For some reason, castle guards won’t let Reader leave the town to enter the surrounding forest to gather supplies.

Meaning Reader no longer has a way to make money, as they would collect supplies and fruit to bake goods to sell in the town.

(Legend and Ravio cashed in a few favors with Zelda. They worry for them they had told Zelda, “They’re so stubborn sometimes and too kind for their own good. Anyone could take advantage of them, we just want to keep them safe after what we’ve been through.”

Zelda agreed to their plea and whether she believed them or not truly didn’t matter, after all they had done so much for the kingdom. Why shouldn’t they be rewarded in return?).

No one else really needed a helping hand around the village so that took out any sort of side income Reader could make.

So Ravio with his caring heart, said he’d let Reader help him out in his shop.

But it didn’t matter that Reader was making money now.

Any builder Reader had tried to talk to about fixing up their house always told them they were either too busy or that it would cost too much.

“Going out is still dangerous these days with all those monsters still roaming around.” They’d say, “We’re sorry [Name] but we truly can’t help you out right now.”

Reader is never given an answer on when they’d even be able to start building.

(Legend had talked to the builders earlier. Buying them off to put off building Reader’s house for as long as they could. “I’m planning on asking them to move in permanently, I wish to court them.” He would truthfully tell the workers, “but they feel as though they’ve overstayed their welcome and I can’t shoo that though from their head.”

The workers agree to put off the work. After all, who wants to stand in the way of young love?

Soon word spreads around town and the whole town is helping to push Reader even further into the men’s arms clutches.

And even if they were the occasional person who objected to the act, who found the men’s behavior suspicious, they would never act upon their suspicions.

It would be dangerous to attempt to go against the man who’s defeated Ganon and Yuga. Not to mention that there’s two now.)

Eventually as Reader laments to Ravio and Legend about feeling like they’ll never get their home back, the two men comfort Reader with soothing, honeyed words.

“You can stay here as long as you need to [Name].” Ravio would say, gently rubbing circles onto Reader’s back as he sat next to them.

“In fact, why don’t you just stay here permanently [Name].” Legend would join in, caressing Reader’s hands.

“We’ve been speaking and needles to say, me and Ravio both care for you deeply. If you would allow us to, we would like to have a chance at courting you my dear.”

And with how sweet these men have been to you, how could you refuse. After all, you had grown to care for them too.

Why hadn’t you refused?

Did your choice even matter in the end?

No, even if you had refused, things would have turned out the same.

Your fate had been sealed long ago.

As like before, Legends old rules had remained in place.

But newer ones had been added that caused a slight cause for concern.

Don’t leave the house unless you’re with at least one of them

“We just want to keep you safe, my gem. The world is so dangerous out there. We can still visit the places you wish to go.”

“I feel like I’d die if you even tripped and scrapped your knee my dear. I must be with you at all times to make sure you’re safe.”

And so you were always accompanied by one of your lovers. If the townspeople took notice of this they said nothing.

Don’t speak with others outside of work

“I’ve heard there’ve been more bandit attacks going on, and with you working with me in the shop they might target you. I can’t afford to lose my darling gem.”

“Is it so bad that I wish to be selfish for once my dear? I won’t allow for someone else to steal you away, bandit or otherwise I will protect what’s mine.”

Now, even if you tried to have a conversation with someone they ignored you, refusing to even meet your eyes at times.

Or did they simply ignore the dangerous presences at your sides.

Eventually the rules got even stranger and a fear began to fester.

Don’t try to run away

“Oh darling gem, you’re so much safer here. Of course you still have choices! We’re not keeping you here captive, we just have… rules to help keep you safe, that’s all. We just love you so much.”

“ My dear, you know we simply do this out of love. Besides where would you run to? Your home is here, the villagers will be if no help to you and neither will Princess Zelda. All they would do is simply bring you back to our loving arms.”

And Legend had been right, the townspeople were not afraid to snitch upon you to Ravio or Legend if they saw you out of the house without them.

You were sure that they would even drag you back to that dreaded house if you had attempted to escape.

Don’t leave the house

“Just say it my gem, anything that you desire and I shall fetch it for you. Those berries and fruits you bake with i can bring you whenever you desire. I simply wish to pamper you and treat you like the glorious gem that you are.”

“There’s nothing for you out there anymore my dear. Why can’t you see that we are the only ones to truly care for you. Has anyone shown up? Has anyone brought forth questions about you? No. We are the only ones who can love you as much as you deserve. We are the only ones you need, my dear.”

You felt like you were going crazy.

But, things could have been worse you supposed.

At least they were kind to you, showering you with love and affection. Treating you with such high regard that you had never been given before.

Ravio, always the sweetheart, even braved the forest to gather fruits, berries, and other supplies so that you could bake like you used to.

Legend regaled you with tales of his adventures him when he got back home. He would been grace you with the most beautiful music should you ask for it.

Besides, maybe they were right. Th village that you had lived so long in, the villagers that you had always been so kind to, had betrayed you and left you on your own.

At least you had Legend and Ravio.

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*Gosh, this one REALLY got away from me. Honestly I feel like writing a ficlet about this now. Which you can probably see where it started to become one near the end 😂

Anyways I hope my ramblings were satisfactory and in all seriousness you might be getting a small fic out of this because I’ve just got so many ideas now and I LOVE this.

Now I’m gonna go to bed cause it’s like 2:00am 😂)

#trulytiredhermit #yandere lu x reader #linked universe x reader #Legend x Reader #yandere link x reader #Ravio x Reader #Yandere Ravio x Reader