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tashacee · 2 days
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Chapter One of my new fic, the Clocktown Mystery, is now up!
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cyanferret21 · 4 months
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Child of Lightning AU
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Prince Sidon in my style, brought to you by the latest update of the series: “Blood dark as a storm”
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gia-d · 1 month
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Guess who just completed their first Linked Universe Bookbinding project! 💙
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Made myself an anthology of all my favourite Wild-centric fics that were just too short to be a book on their own.
I wanted to model the cover off the Champion's Tunic so I ended up finding this gorgeous bright blue bookcloth and decorated it with white HTV, then found some blue and white headbands to match (not quite ready to try making my own just yet).
I hope people like this because I've got a big Linked Universe Bookbinding project I plan to announce soon, so stay tuned for that!
(Also please don't ask what fics I included, I feel guilty because I wasn't able to make authors copies and I don't want anyone to feel disappointed)
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mortallyaquired · 2 months
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I heard it was @la-sera loving hours, so here's a fic for you!
It's downfall duo, fluffy, slight hurt/much comfort, and fairy Hyrule my beloved.
Enjoy ^^
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Word count: 1329
Characters: Hyrule and Legend
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A Fairy's Dance And Daze
The light of a thousand stars were blinking through the leaves, high above the tree tops and misted grass below. They twinkled and waved hello to the fairies that buzzed below, all who were dancing oh so happily. Peace was upon their secluded safe haven, afterall.
Breathing lights moved smoothly in the subtle wind, hopping from leaf to leaf, flower to flower. All enveloped in their little dance, with laughter that was heard through the soft hoots of owls and wind caressing the nearby greenery.
The clearing was peaceful and calm. No monster nor hylian had ventured close, leaving the fairies in peace to enjoy their dance of happiness and joy. To hop around, laughing and singing so cheerfully, celebrating life as only happy fairies could.
There was joy, and the forest was brimming with it. It felt light and sweet, tasting like sugar on the tongue. All worries were melted away, as if no one here ever could be unhappy.
It was only by chance that Hyrule had stumbled upon them.
He had been scouting for the night, while knowing someone else in the chain were on watch.
Something had felt strange, yet so sweet and wonderfully so. It felt deeply of fae, of nature, and magic, that before he could talk himself out of it, he'd alerted the one on watch and gone on ahead.
Lured from camp, he'd used his fairy spell and flown off in a hurry, allowing the sweet feeling of magic and nature to rest around him like a warm blanket. It felt of home, of peace, and of long due reunions.
It made him happy.
The fairies' songs and laughter was washing over him, waves of warmth and safety brushing through his form. He could feel his heart be cradled by the joy of reunion with his sisters, wings brushing against his own as they greeted him, and an endless sense of a very warm welome.
They made it very obvious that he was always welcome here. And he felt at peace with them. At home.
Even when he finally got to tell his sisters he had to go, he felt warm and at peace. With magic buzzing through his little body, joy and safety cooing strongly in his mind, he began flying back to where the others were.
Perhaps in that joyous daze, had the traveler's awareness of the world around him slipped.
With a subtle smack and an undignified 'oof', Hyrule slammed right into fabric.
An exclaim sounded from what seemed further and further away, with his hearing fighting a losing battle through the sudden daze. He subtly tried, and failed, to grasp the fabric and hold on, to avoid sinking down and falling.
And yet.
Something scooped him up and held him close to warmth. Cradling him gently, in a way. It felt like a hand, and it most likely was. A hylian hand, with calloused fingers that somehow also felt soft.
The sound of beating heart was fighting away the ringing in his ears, and while still dazed and unsteady, he could hear the slight rumbling of a voice above him.
"Are you ok?"
Despite how his head was spinning, he could hear and feel the concern pouring from whoever was holding him. He tried to look up, to see, but their face was barely illuminated by his own saturated glow.
"mmh.. f'ne.." He tried, wincing lightly at the obviously not fine state of his voice. Whether it was solely because of the sudden smack into someone, or the sheer joy and peace that still danced around his mind, he didn't know.
The feeling of warmth and safety had never left him, even despite the shock of slamming into someone. And he found that, whoever this was, he felt safe with them too. Warm and joyous, even. Happy.
The other was talking, yet the words were somewhat unclear. All were words of worry and concern, with two eyes continuing to check him over. Nothing bad had happened yet, and he had a feeling that within this someone's grasp, nothing would.
Laying himself down within the palm of the hylian holding him, he found himself curious of the glittering metal down by his feet. Many different colors and patterns, all humming with powerful magic. Rings of healing, protection, power, and joy, all with feelings that rushed over him when he took a peak.
These were oozing with power. Belonging to a powerful magic user? A hoarder, perhaps?
A...
"..Ledge..?" He murmured, by now laying a little more comfortably in the other's palm. An easy smile rested on his lips as he figured, even as the hylian stiffened, that he was perfectly safe here.
"Rulie?"
Humming happily as he heard, the little fairy found himself sprawling out a bit more at the comfirmation.
Yes, he figured. He was safe here with Legend. It made sense for him to feel that way too.
"Rulie, what happened?" The other asked, audible concern still pouring from his voice. Despite that, Hyrule giggled.
"..mmet my sisters.. laughed.. Happy." He cooed warmly, trying to look up at the one holding him.
And there he was, the Hero of Legend in all his glory. Big, blue eyes brimming with concern, blonde hair with pink streaks, round cheeks and a nose that occasionally wiggled like that of a bunny.
All of him was there, from the wings of his pegasus boots to the tip of his cap.
He was safe here with Legend.
"Didn't know you could turn into a fairy?" The veteran stated, though his tone made it sound like a question. In many ways, it was, and would likely be followed by many more.
"..'s a spell" Hyrule replied, humming warmly to himself. A fairy spell, what had allowed this bliss in the first place.
"Useful when enemies are on the ground.. And good for relaxing with fairies.. " He giggled, drawing subtle patterns into the palm of Legend's hand.
"They are so silly..~"
Something softened, and the fingers holding him no longer seemed as tense as they had been. It felt like he was being cushined more, brought closer to the warmth and almost found himself within an embrace. He relished in the feeling.
"Did you have fun?" The other asked, and he hummed happily to confirm as he stayed sprawling in the Veteran's hand. It was warm here, comfortable, and he knew as much as he felt that he was safe here.
"Good" He heard from Legend, feeling a finger subtly patting his head, ruffling his hair just like the other tended to do. "You seemed very on edge, so I think you needed this"
"Aww, Ledge, you care about me..~" Cooed the traveler, giggling as the other was immediatlely stammering in an attempt to cover up his moment of vulnerability.
"No- I-" He started, groaning. "I don't- You-"
"Thank you Ledge.."
The stammering abruptly stopped, replaced by an annoyed huff that held no malice to it. He knew the other kept up his facade, and respected it. Not that he was very good at it when it was just the two of them however.
Even as Hyrule closed his eyes and drifted off, he could feel the comfortable silence paired with a pair of warm smiles.
The night was once again silent, except for the winds brushing through leaves and other greenery and the occasional call of an animal nearby. Despite the slight chill, it felt calm and nice.
Hyrule was safe and happy, as he deserved to be. The Veteran was not one to deny simple pleasures to his dear brothers, nor was he one to question them.
Sitting down ever so subtly, he leaned his back against a tree as he looked upwards, and with a warm sigh shifted his attention to the small form in his hands.
Underneath the light of the shining stars, Legend held him a little closer, whispering very subtly:
"Of course I care about you"
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lunarobyn22 · 2 months
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Here's the fic for those of you who want to read it on Tumblr instead of AO3! (I'm tired so this is my peace offering in place of today's Faebruary post 🙃) Check out @cloudninetonine 's "A Player's Aid" au, it'll give context for this!
Legend Gets What (He Thought) He Wanted
tags/warnings:
Threats of Violence, no y/n, Reader-Insert, Mention of making murder look like suicide, no one actually wants to die so don't worry, The others are there briefly, reader gender not specified, Kinda death threats but not exactly, Legend Needs a Hug, Reader Also Needs a Hug, They both get one tho don't worry, Resolved ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending
Summary: Legend is convinced that modern!reader is a traitor and a danger to the chain. He wants to get rid of the threat...Reader just really wanted to use the bathroom, but they somehow end up at sword point.
You all sat by the campfire after yet another long day of long walks punctuated by not long breaks and long fights. You were exhausted, from both the physical toll taken by the day as well as from dealing with Legend’s near constant attempts to make everyone hate you. Heck, you were almost starting to hate yourself because of him. You had to forcibly remind yourself that he’s likely only lashing out because your knowledge of everyone’s adventures probably made him feel vulnerable. You yawned and turned your focus to other things.
Your mind relaxed as you looked around. Your head was leaned to the right on Wild’s shoulder, and Hyrule sat curled up in front of you with his head in your lap. Wind had finally tired of regaling the chain with yet another tall tale, and thus had retired to intently watching Sky as he worked on a new carving. Twilight, Time, and Warriors were conversing in a relaxed manner, laughing at stories of Time’s shenanigans in the War of Eras as “Mask.” They told some embarrassing stories, and Time held a near perpetual blush in his ears and a fake annoyed expression thinly veiling his amusement. Four was quietly polishing his various weapons, making sure they were well-maintained for any future skirmishes. And finally, there was the chain’s resident salt shaker, the Veteran. Legend sat a few feet to your left, not-so-subtly eyeing you with jealousy and what you might label “loathing,” probably because Hyrule had chosen you as his pillow instead of his predecessor. He pretended to sort through his myriad of magical jewelry, but you knew better. You also knew better than to call him out at the moment.
Everyone (mostly) was at peace, full from a good supper provided by Wild, happy from the stories Wind had told, and now content to do as they pleased until it was time for the first watch to start. By your guess, each of the three watches lasted three hours, 9 PM - 12 AM, 12 AM - 3 AM, and 3AM - 6 AM, or just after sunrise, depending on the season. It was about 8:30, and your eyes had been drooping for an hour already. You let your mind wander as you stared into the fire, pondering where the tips of the flames disappeared to as they peaked and vanished, dipping back to the firewood just to jump up once more a second later.
All too soon Wild was nudging you and Rulie back to your own bedrolls as Sky set up for his watch period. You hazily recalled meaning to clean the mud and blood off your shoes as you took them off, but decided to just do it in the morning before you all set off again. It’s not like the stains were going anywhere while you slept. You were out almost as soon as you pulled up your blanket to your chin. You didn’t even hear Wild’s small chuckle as he tucked you in before he walked away to his own sleeping spot.
Your faint dreams of red eyes haunting the dark corners of endless mazes were interrupted by a twig snapping by your face. You inhaled sharply as your eyes flew open to assess the situation, but relaxed once you saw that it was just Sky going to wake Legend up for his shift on watch. He glanced down to you and offered a sleepy smile of apology, which you returned in kind, before nuzzling deeper into your pillow (which was unfortunately rather thin and small, but you figured that even if you had brought a full-size memory foam pillow from home, it wouldn’t stand a chance of fitting into your bag, no matter how enhanced it might be).
You faintly heard the Vet bemoan his fate as second watchman before his blanket rustled and he walked to the fire. You’re pretty sure he intentionally stepped on the same twig as Sky had when he passed by you, but you didn’t give him the satisfaction of a flinch. Through half-lidded eyes you could vaguely see the grouch circle the camp before sitting on a log before the fire and facing the woods that surrounded your camp. He was even more grumpy tonight, because not only was he designated for the worst shift ever, but he didn’t even have a choice as Time forced it upon him due to a particularly scathing remark he’d made towards you earlier in the day.
You tried not to focus on his insults and apparent hatred, you really did, but recently it was getting harder to ignore. His questioning of Hyrule’s sudden loyalty to you turned to questioning everyone’s desire to not kick you out or abandon you to the next monster camp they found. He seemed convinced you were either an evil witch who forced Hyrule and Wild to love you, a monster disguised to destroy them, or even a direct agent of Dark Link (who you’d not-so-affectionately dubbed “Dink”) and planned to betray them all any day now. You, in turn, had stopped vehemently insisting you were harmless, and eventually resigned yourself to simply not rise to the bait of his stinging statements of distrust. You knew he’d been through a lot of pain and loss through his many journeys, but that didn’t excuse his treatment of you. Only your mother’s advice kept you somewhat sane — “bullies only prosper when you give them a reaction. If you don’t react, they have less reason to target you.” And yet, Legend’s berating only continued.
You silently huffed a sigh and turned around to lay on your other side, facing away from the fire. You didn’t really love the idea of turning your back to the one person who very clearly wanted you to cease existing, but you knew he had enough sense not to literally stab you in the back when you were both surrounded by witnesses who would decidedly not appreciate such a thing. Plus, the fire was too bright for your sleepy eyes anyway. You started a breathing exercise, prayed you’d assumed correctly about not getting murdered by your upset comrade tonight, and closed your eyes again.
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An hour or so later you quietly groaned and sat up. Not only could you not fall asleep, but your bladder was beginning to rebel against the idea of waiting until morning to relieve yourself. The chain had made camp just a ways off from a wide yet shallow creek, and you decided that since you were already awake, you might as well go ahead and rinse your shoes off, too. That way they’d be dry in the morning and you wouldn’t have to worry about walking around in shoes that made your socks cold and wet. You shuddered at the thought and slowly stood, stretching your arms above your head and popping your back, then bending down to pick up your shoes and a bar of soap you’d bought in the town you all just passed through.
Legend spared you a calculating glance from his seat, saying nothing. You simply waved with your free hand and then signed “toilet” before walking away to take care of business. You didn’t have to look over your shoulder to know that he was staring holes into the back of your head; you could practically feel him doing so anyway. You sighed, choosing to instead focus on the foliage you passed on your walk, faintly illuminated by the fire back at camp and the dim glow from a bracelet Wild had given you. He said he’d used a brightbloom seed to make it, and you had been sure to express your gratitude. It was much easier than having to carry a torch, which was not only difficult if your hands were full, but was also very bright to your still-asleep eyes. That, and you’d almost started a forest fire last time you’d been entrusted to carry a torch when you weren’t yet fully awake (once the crisis had been averted, Legend of course claimed that you had done it on purpose, but you were so tired that you just gave him a deadpan stare with a raised eyebrow and plopped back onto your bedroll to resume sleeping).
After answering nature’s call and washing your hands, you sat criss-cross by the creek, took off your dirtied shoes, and started splashing them in the frigid water. It was colder than you’d expected, but everything barring your hands was still warm enough, and it helped shock you to be more awake and aware. You used some more of your soap to aid your struggle against the grossness crusted onto your shoes, thankful that they were made from something like leather, so it wouldn’t be too difficult to clean once you actually got started. As you washed, you listened to the sounds of the world around you, now returned since you were no longer disrupting their peace.
A sound like cricket chirps mixed with owl coos set the backdrop for the soundscape, while the occasional breeze played with leaves and stuck them in your hair. If you listened closely enough and stopped your washing, you swore you could almost hear the life within the flowers and greenery by your feet, the very soul of the land of Hyrule, its perseverance, growth, progress and patience, all poured with a parent’s care into each and every living thing it supported, down to the smallest weed by the creek bed where you sat.
The water before you seemed to whisper, not in the way the Sheikah technology would, but more like it was a living feeling, as if it wanted to impart to you the knowledge it had picked up on its journey to this place. You had heard a story, once, that water could hold memories; that every molecule of water in the world has existed since creation, for it cannot be created or destroyed by those who need it to survive. Every single drop had a story to tell, an event it had witnessed, a place it had once called home. Perhaps some of the water burbling and giggling before you was the same way — some of it might have seen the rise and fall of entire civilizations, the existence of every single hero, princess, and villain up to that very moment — and it would continue to amass these secrets, both big and small, every detail it would pass by, and no one would ever fully decipher its stories, its warnings, its wisdom and playfulness. And even so, it would continue to exist and endure, trickling on through the ages and epochs.
You were somewhat prone to these random philosophical trains of thought, and had thus been unknowingly sitting, unmoving, almost unblinking, in the same place for the past twenty minutes. If anyone were with you, they might have thought you to be having a memory episode akin to the ones Wild sometimes had. Indeed, you were so lost in the wanderings and ramblings of your own mind that you had no idea you were being watched. You had no clue until a sound was made that caused you to spring to your feet with a gasp and reach for the dagger you’d sheathed at your hip.
Legend stood at the tree line a few feet away, posture tense and, dare you say, predatory, unsettling stare boring into your own wide, surprised eyes. “What are you waiting for? Or should I say, who are you waiting for?” You blinked away the black spots at the edges of your vision from standing up too quickly, and relaxed the hand that held your knife as your brain worked to understand the situation.
“What?” you tried to be quiet, still recovering from being shaken out of your reverie. “Why would I be waiting for someone? They’re all asleep last I checked. Ooh shoot, did I wake someone up? I’m so sor-”
“Cut the crap, [Name],” he stood up even straighter, the line of his shoulders taught with anger. “I know you’re waiting for someone to give all your collected information to. Don’t pretend you’re all so goody-goody. I’ve seen the way you ask too many questions, always looking for more details to collect, more ways you can betray us, betray them. I knew you were a snitch, and I don’t know how you bewitched them all to trust you, but they’re all too blind to see it. But I’m not. I see right through you, I have from the start.”
He had stalked closer during his speech, his voice dropping to a threatening whisper you had only ever heard in movies. His approach had caused you to back up until your still bare feet felt the water’s lapping edge. You had dropped your boots, you weren’t exactly sure where, but that was only a vague thought in the very back of your mind. Your eyebrows scrunched together as your mouth opened and closed, trying and failing to come up with a good enough response. You weren’t spying, you were trying to find answers! You came from a completely different world, of course you had questions! He of all people should understand that, and yet he still accuses you? This finally snapped your patience, and you decided to just spell it out him:
“Look, I know you hate me, but this is too far, Legend. I am not some evil being to be defeated like in your adventures, I am not planning to cause trouble for you all, and I sure as anything would never betray you guys, especially not after the trust that has been extended to me by some of you. This group took me in, saved my life, helped me learn to defend myself, protected me time and time again, and I’ve only ever tried to help you, or at the very least not get in your way. I get that I’m not some ‘chosen hero’ with crazy butt-kicking skills, I know that I’m only okay-ish at fighting, not nearly as good as any of you, and I understand that my extensive knowledge of your adventures puts you on edge, but I swear on everything that I’m not a traitor, and the main thing that I just really don’t know is why you despise me when I’ve never even given you a single reason to do so!”
Your voice had steadily increased in volume, not quite to the point of shouting, but certainly not whispering any more. He seemed a bit surprised by your willingness to defend yourself, but he hid it quickly with a scowl and what sounded almost like a growl. You noticed dully that the forest had fallen tensely quiet.
“Oh drop the act, turncoat ,” he spat, “you have never been one of us, and the only reason I didn’t drop you off a bridge yet is because Hyrule would have my hide and Wild would poison my food. But don’t mistake my inaction for acceptance or ignorance. You’re no better than any of the enemies we fight on a daily basis. You’re actually worse, because you’ve wormed your way into my group, my allies, my brothers. You think you’re something special just because you got some of them to trust you?? You’re a parasite, a threat, and tonight is all the proof I need. I knew I should’ve spoken up more from the moment you oh-so-conveniently happened to stumble into our lives. You’re going to regret ever messing with us, and Dark Link will soon know without a doubt that he cannot ever send his agents into my family without dire consequences.”
His expression twisted to a hateful snarl, showing some of his teeth in an almost animalistic display of animosity. Your face, on the other hand, was flickering through countless expressions too quickly for even you to comprehend. You knew some of what you felt, pain, sadness, anger, guilt (even though you had no reason for that one), confusion, denial, and eventually a sort of raging, spiraling emptiness that screamed inside your chest. Your breathing quickened to an almost hyperventilating speed, and your eyes grew blurry with tears you’d been suppressing for weeks. Your hurt, misty eyes locked with a pair of violet, violent, volatile ones, and you realized that he was waiting for your response. His next actions could depend solely upon your response; your very life could depend upon whatever words next left your mouth.
You had tried so hard to be friendly to the group of Links, to not aggravate Legend too awful much. You had tried to help out wherever you could, to not be a burden, to not slow them down. You tried to let the pain of rejection roll off of you like water, to not let it get under your skin. You had tried so, so hard to be one of them; but you weren’t. It was at this point you realized what he’d said without actually saying it — he was afraid . Afraid of losing the only family he had left. He’d already lost his uncle, Marin, the whole island of Koholint, and almost all the people of his Hyrule viewed him with disdain at best and outright hatred at worst. He’d had to leave Ravio and Fable back in his Hyrule, and he never knew when (if) he’d ever see them again. You realized on an even deeper level the true message behind his words — ‘you are a threat to those I love. You are dangerous. You bring pain and that is all you’ll ever do. You are not worthy of any trust, comfort, protection, or love from anyone, least of all my brothers. You would be better off never having met us, having never existed.
You would be
better off
dead.’
You had tried so hard, and yet… You had never actually brought anything to the group but problems. You thought through your interactions with them all, but all you could see is the many ways you’d caused them worry, stress, or even anger. You were another mouth to feed, another bed to pay for at inns, another liability in fights, another person to slow down for as they walked. You were a burden. No, worse: you were a danger. What if they were so busy looking out for you that they didn’t see an enemy until too late? What if you slowed them down to the point where they couldn’t get where they were going in time? What if you drained their food or rupee supplies too fast? What if you got hurt again and caused stress and tension to rise, causing fights and even divisions to break out. You were a problem. Not a traitor, no, and not intentionally endangering, but they couldn’t afford to have you around any longer. And you couldn’t just leave, you’d die within a day if Dink didn’t find and torture you, but Legend wouldn’t be satisfied until he knew for a fact that you were out of their way. Permanently. He didn’t just want you to disappear; he wanted you gone. And finally, with a sinking heart, you realized just how right he was.
 At this final revelation, a tear finally did slip past your lashes down to meet your quivering chin. You felt your thoughts scatter like startled deer, your heart thundering in its cage, pounding in your ears, scaring away the life in the forest around you. And you decided. You were a danger. You had no power here.
“I - I’m so sorry , I - I never meant to drive you apart, I -” you paused to hiccup and take a breath. You knew you were breaking, your composure deteriorating, but it was too late to stop. “Legen- Link. If you truly see me as a threat, if you truly believe that I will bring nothing but harm to you, to my-your friends, if…if you think that - that I should - I should never have met you, that I should never have…existed, I…I know I can’t force you to change what you so deeply believe, I -” You gasped a little shuddering inhale, and you made your final decision, the choice that you knew would be your last. You steeled yourself, and spoke. “If you honestly believe that you would all be better off - be safer - if I was gone, if you believe I’m a threat, that I would hurt you, that I - harbor ill intent, then…” you swallowed, still taking short, stuttering breaths. Then you turned around, held your hands palm-outward and arms open to the sides, and bowed your head; you left your entire back and neck, your spine, completely exposed to the man who wanted you dead. You leveled your voice, and accepted your fate. After all, he was an experienced hero, while you were just an inexperienced nobody. He would know what he’s talking about, what would be safest and best; you wouldn’t. He was not prone to emotional decisions; you were. If that was the case, then he was right. You were a threat to your friends.
“If you truly think that I should die for the good of the group, for their safety and happiness, then…then I… I trust you to do what’s right for your family. I would never willingly hurt any of them, I never wished any of you ill but…maybe I do just bring bad luck. Maybe I truly am a curse, a threat, a liability. If that’s the case, maybe - I know I can’t just leave, since Dink is after me and I know too much so - maybe I really am better off dead.”
There was a moment of silence, and then you heard him unsheathe his sword. The back of your neck prickled with danger, but you didn’t dare look over your shoulder. You counted the seconds as they passed, and you realized you had made it to thirty and nothing had happened yet. Why the hesitation? You assumed you’d be dying by now. Perhaps…perhaps Legend feared taking the blame for your death? Causing more division within the chain? Well, you shouldn’t let that stop him if your friends’ lives and safety were at stake. You would do anything to protect them, no matter what. Legend was right, and this had to happen. He had to do this. So why hadn’t he yet? You decided to offer some support, try to speed it along. You were never one for fearing the future but you really wanted this to be over, since you could feel the dread clawing up your throat, numbing your words and preventing any cohesive thought, forcing you to stand still and hear your blood thundering through your ears.
“You could, uh, you could make it look accidental, if you want?” You suggested. “Maybe - maybe I slipped, hit my head on a rock in the creek, maybe I drowned after I fainted or something, maybe I was playing with my knife and - and accidentally hit an artery.” At this point you started to hyperventilate again, desperate, but unsure as to why. “Maybe I was surprised by an enemy, a - a stalfos! - and I was too slow,” you continued, “or - or maybe I was kidnapped, maybe I was gutted by an enemy, maybe I - I just hit my head on something, maybe I had a - a - a hidden injury,” you were nearing hysterics now, “maybe, maybe I just — maybe I did it myself? Maybe I just couldn’t go on? Maybe, maybe I, I just - what if - I,” you lost your sense of words for a moment, “I can’t, I - what about if I just - just - You don’t have to take the blame, you know? You - you could cover it up! Maybe you just were doing your final rounds at the end of your watch and just found me - m-my body, maybe -”
“[Name] are you serious?” He cut through your rambling and you guessed he thought you sounded rather impertinent. You were trying to tell him how to do his job, and you’d kept on repeating what he likely had already worked through in his own mind.
Your mouth clicked closed so quickly your teeth almost clipped your tongue. Perhaps he wanted you to die quietly. You realize you were panicking and might’ve been too loud. Oh no, what if you woke someone up? Then Legend would get caught, and you would be the cause for even more trouble for everyone, and things would get even more tense, and if they were more distracted then they’d be in more danger, then…
You were still alive for some reason, although if you hadn’t been breathing so heavily you would have heard someone else’s suspiciously loud breathing behind you. As it was, you continued to hold still, arms sore from being held out, but you didn’t dare move. Even you knew better than to rob a predator of his prey, especially when he is so close to the killing blow. You were no fool, you knew he’d likely planned this for a while, and you knew better than to irritate him further. You just wanted to say one more thing, one final reassurance.
“I only want what’s best for them…best for you. I don’t hate you, contrary to what you probably think. I’m so sorry for any pain I’ve caused you, I truly am…I - I only ask that you make it quick, not for my sake, but if I was too loud a second ago and it woke anyone up and they found you kil-” your breath hitched, “killing me, it — it might make things worse for you all, and the last thing I wanna do is make things harder for all of you guys, I love you all and I—”
“Just SHUT UP!” Legend’s voice crashed through your pleading, and you stopped. And through the suddenly deafening silence, you realized something. Had his voice cracked? You listened more intently. He was breathing unevenly, almost gasping, almost…no, no your soon-to-be-killer couldn’t possibly…
He inhaled deeply and hoarsely whispered, “ Why? How, how could you just, just…” And in his struggle for words you heard something you would never have considered possible.
You had offered to die, just like he wanted, and
Legend —
Link —
was crying .
The man who wanted you dead, who planned to watch the light leave your eyes, was crying.
Perhaps he was just so happy you’d stopped resisting? Or perhaps he simply disliked the idea of causing someone pain? Yes, that was likely the reason; you were still a person, after all, and you knew that the Veteran, despite his callousness, did in fact have a heart (however guarded it might be).
“…It’s ok, Link,” you whispered reassuringly, “I’ll probably hardly even feel it, and if you’re right, and I’m sure you are, then…I deserve it anyway, and…I trust you to do what’s right, because…well, you’re a hero. You’re Link. I’m just… I’m nobody , nothing, so…It’s okay…” You stopped there, you knew he didn’t want you to talk, but darn it you always had a weak spot for people who cried, and you just had to try to reassure them, even if this particular person was planning to send you to meet your Maker a bit earlier than you’d thought you would.
But…there was still no sudden pain, no sword through your chest or severing your head, no sudden hit to the skull, nor were there hands forcing your face into the water until the bubbles stopped, nor any cutting, no slitting your throat, just…quiet sobbing?
Your mind froze for a second, and you held your breath to see whether the crying was actually from you. And it wasn’t. So, you waited. What else could make Legend wait? He was a hero, right? Maybe he just needed to psych himself up? It couldn’t be easy, you figured, literally stabbing someone in the back —
OH! Maybe that was actually the problem? Maybe he wanted to be at least a little more honorable and kill you face-to-face? After all, back-stabbing has a rather negative connotation attached to it. Facing forward and watching your killer do the job wasn’t really what you’d prefer, but it’s not like you had much choice in the matter. After all, he was the one with the sword.
In order to solve this newfound problem you slowly turned around and faced your whole body towards him, eyes closed, arms still out in a sign of surrender, tense muscles still ready for whatever method he would choose to end you. Maybe it would be kind? Likely not, seeing as you were a threat to his family. 
Tentatively you opened your mouth and quietly reassured him, “If you want to do it head-on and not with my back to you, that’s…cool too? I-”
“Oh goddesses,” he practically choked on the words, “you…you actually are serious…?” His voice was rough with…emotion? Confusion? But why? You were giving him what he wanted, right? You were keeping your frien- his family safe…right?
Right?
And then you cautiously cracked open your eyes a little bit, and then opened them all the way, and you lifted your gaze and actually looked at him, rather than just listening.
And you saw that he was an absolute wreck.
Rarely seen tears now freely flowed from his violet eyes, and he had to sniff to keep his nose from running too much. His chin quivered slightly and his adam’s apple bobbed as he tried to find words without openly sobbing. He dropped his sword as his posture went slack, a hand raising to cover his mouth, his watering eyes wide with disbelief and something remarkably akin to grief. Your confusion turned to concern for the man before you. Why was he crying? Was he hurt somewhere? Surely that was the case, for no one could change their mind as abruptly as he seemed to, right? 
He finally whispered hoarsely, “You…do you really…you’re actually willing to just…let me kill you?” He seemed shocked at your actions, but you didn’t know why. Unless…oh gosh, had you misread the situation?? You weren’t sure how you could have, but what if you did? What if you were the one to make him cry? How awful of a person could you be?
“I — I’m sorry, I — yeah, I meant it, really. I mean, I still do, but — I-I’m sorry if I misunderstood, I really am, I just wanted what was right, and I — I just figured you’d know better than me, that you’re right, but I didn’t mean to upset you, I swear, I’m sorry for making you cry, I never wanted that, I just wanted to keep them — keep you all — safe, but if I—”
“Just…stop… please .”
And you froze. Because Legend…he’d said please . He had never said please in the entire time you’d known him, and certainly not while addressing you of all people. So, you stopped. Your arms were in pain, however, and you risked slowly lowering them so they could lose their pins and needles. He didn’t react. He just brought his fist to his eyes in an attempt to get rid of the tears. He was no longer actively crying, so you counted that as a win. You continued to look at him, confused, but not trying to talk any more. You figured he would decide what to do in a minute. Maybe, you thought, he was crying with relief that he could finally stop fighting you.
And then he finally spoke again, in a very small, very subdued, almost unbelieving voice. “You’re telling the truth, aren’t you?” He seemed to hardly believe it.
No, you denied the small spark of hope trying to take root in the void of your chest. There’s no way. It’s too late. He’s going to kill me. He can’t have been wrong. I’m supposed to die, right?
He raised his eyes to meet yours once more, and it was all you could do to nod in agreement. After all, you had never tried to deceive any of them. You’d only ever endeavored to tell the truth, and you weren’t going to stop now of all times.
“You’re not…a witch?” He seemed to almost be thinking aloud, not actually talking to you anymore, but you nodded along anyway, just in case. “You’re not actually a traitor, are you?” He murmured, “You’re…goddesses, you’re not even evil, are you? An enemy would never turn their back to me, Dark Link would never surrender, but…that means you…you’re just a person…just…” Then, in an even smaller voice and with an emotion you couldn’t quite place, “You’re…just you? Was I about to — to kill — an innocent?”
And at that moment you recognized his emotion: horror.
Link was mortified, absolutely horrified that he, a hero of courage, one of Hylia’s chosen, a bearer of the triforce, savior of realms and countries, Link, was about to kill you, a person who had never actually harmed him or his brothers, someone he’d been so set on not trusting that he’d tried to twist you into something that you’d never been. You had tried so hard to protect them where you could, to ease their burdens, to not cause problems, to bond with them, to ignore his acidic hatred, and you’d been through so much pain and loss, and been targeted by Dark himself, and he still had tried to make everyone reject you. You were traumatized, hunted, injured, afraid, and he still hadn’t held back. Your questions had never been any sort of interrogation, but simply confusion. The trust you gained from the others was simply friendship, not any sort of witchcraft or manipulation.
And, with mounting terror, he finally, deeply, truly realized that he had somehow even convinced you — sweet, innocent, confused, traumatized, eager-to-help, optimistic [Name] — that you actually were the problem, that you should — 
Oh goddesses, he’d convinced you that you were better off dead, that you should want to die — that you should just let him kill you. And for some heartbreaking reason, you had not only agreed, but then you’d exposed your most vulnerable points, without any sort of armor or protection, dropped your weapon, lowered your guard, closed your eyes, and told him to do what he believed was right…
You thought he was going to kill the person he should have been protecting this entire time. And you endorsed it only because of ignorant trust in someone who was supposed to be a hero.
And when he panicked, you’d tried to help him kill you .
He looked at you and saw your pain, your sadness, your survival, your resignation, your scars, your desperation to help others, he saw YOU, and not a trace of what he’d so firmly believed you to be. He was planning your death, and you’d tried to comfort him.
And Legend broke.
He did something neither of you expected; Legend, the one who had tried so hard to hate you, vaulted over the small distance between you, wrapped his arms around you, and held on so tightly he thought he might never let go. You had stiffened at first, halfway expecting a knife in your back, but when that didn’t happen you relaxed, almost dizzy with relief and swirling emotions, and you hugged him back just as fiercely. His face was on your shoulder, head bowed so that the fabric of your shirt muffled his increasingly panicked sobs and hiccups. And through those noises you could hear him apologizing relentlessly,
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, goddesses I’m so sorry, [Name] I — I’m so — so sorry, I’m sorry, I was so blind , I’m sorry, I was wrong, I was so, so, so — wrong, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” and so he continued.
You finally breathed for what felt like the first time since he’d snuck up behind you. Your heart was pounding and, now that you held Legend in your arms, you could feel his heart thundering just as quickly as your own. You gently lowered the two of you to the ground, trying to comfort him even as you worked through your own dissolving panic. You held him as if he were a child, gently rocking back and forth as you tried to imbue him with a sense of safe-secure-trust-okay.
“Shhh sh sh shh,” you whispered, “it’s okay, it’s okay, you’re okay, I’m okay, shh shh shhh, it’s okay, I…
I forgive you, Link.”
At this statement he began to sob even more heavily, and your own tears soaked his tunic as surely as his did your own.
“NO! No, you shouldn’t! You — you — I almost killed you!!” He pulled back and looked at you without letting go. “I would have killed you, [Name]! You — you can’t just forgive me! I — I’m so sorry, I can’t ever explain, I — I was so sure you weren’t trustworthy, I didn’t even give you a chance, I — gosh I basically just tried to freaking kill you, and you just…you can’t just — just —” he fell into hysteric hiccups once again, allowing you to interrupt.
“Well then, it’s a good thing you don’t decide what I can and can’t do, isn’t it?” You released your hug to hold his face in both hands, using a thumb to brush his tear-stained cheeks. “I’ll admit…I was, for a moment, scared, but,” you cut off his heartbroken and shattered gasp, “I get it. I don’t excuse what you’ve done, but I do somewhat understand and I forgive you, Legend. I choose to forgive you, Link.”
His world stopped in that moment. He stared into your eyes, so open, brimming with tears that he had caused. You shouldn’t forgive him. He was going to murder you, literally stab you in the back, in cold blood, right outside the safety of camp where his own brothers, who trusted both him and you, slept peacefully, placing full faith in him to keep the monsters at bay. And yet here he was, more of a monster than any of their Ganons or Ganondorfs could have ever hoped to be. He was despicable.
And then you even went so far as to offer him a watery smile that tugged gently on the Sheikah scars adorning your face, the scars of what you’d endured and survived. Oh goddesses, you were trying to comfort him — him — instead of yourself. You opened your arms and offered him another hug, and he was suddenly so thankful you were alive, that you were there with him, and that he hadn’t killed you. And he finally, fully, completely collapsed, releasing the pain he’d hidden away for so long from so much betrayal, distrust, and loss, burying his face into your shoulder once more. His stuttering breaths and hiccups prevented him from speaking, from begging you to hate him back, from telling you to strike him down then and there as surely as he planned to do to you, from screaming until his voice gave out simply because of his pure loathing toward himself, toward this monster he had let himself become.
You gently nudged him back toward camp, all the while holding him and tracing pointless patterns along his back, caressing his hair and whispering forgiveness in his ears. You fell asleep trying to keep watch for him by the fire, both of you tangled up in the other’s embrace, resting in the safety of someone you loved.
You both slept soundly and without nightmares for the first time in weeks.
….
And as the two of you sat there after crying your souls out to each other, having realized how much you actually cared for one another, the sounds of the forest slowly filtered back, joining with your sobs in a beautiful melody of mourning and life, shame and forgiveness. Your rivers of tears mingled together and joined the small creek, the whispers of your pain, relief, salvation, and reconciliation joining the water’s ever-increasing library of whispered memories and silent emotions. And it would never tell a soul, for no one could know what it knew; and you would never, ever know just how happy it was to gain your streams of tears and joy instead of the rivers of your life-blood. 
And if the third watchman woke to find the two most bitter of enemies curled up together asleep by the fire, tear tracks on their red-splotched faces, hair unkempt and, in your case, feet bare, and if he simply draped a blanket over you both and almost cried himself, well…who needs to know?
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jellydragons · 8 months
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‘The notes of the ocarina were almost mocking in their sweetness, swirling around in an endless cycle. No end, no beginning. Round and around and around again.
Legend didn’t care how attached Time was to the instrument, the moment he got his hands on that thing it was a fine blue dust.’
Made art for my fic, Lovely as the song on the air (as the wind blows) :)
BONUS:
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they’re coping
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hyah-lian · 2 months
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1 Year Anniversary of the Overcome fics @triforce-of-mischief!!
Hanging by a Thread is the first one in the series, and I doodled a bunch of stuff from/for that fic!
I rly like the whole Overcome series, 'cause that is something I would have found incredibly comforting and cathartic way back in the day- and it is still really helpful to read sometimes. Highly recommend reading it if you like LU, Legend, the That Broken Promise AU, or just want to have some feels and want to hug the dang dude.
Please leave a kind comment if you read them! Reblogging and comments are the best way to help creators of all sorts!
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skyward-floored · 4 months
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Hi new fic
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52017334/chapters/131545159
Summary:
“Twilight is that a cat?” the Champion asked loudly, and Twilight cringed as the argument stopped, everyone staring over at where Wind was sitting primly on his unhurt shoulder.
“Ah... right. Guess the cat’s out of the bag,” he mumbled.
Wind twitched his whiskers.
———
Wind has a run in with Twilight’s necklace. He does not appreciate this, especially since turning back proves to be... difficult.
At least he has claws.
...
Read the fic on ao3, or read it here under the cut :)
Wind came tumbling out of the portal with a shout, rolling down the hill he’d suddenly found himself on for several paces before he managed to stop his frantic descent.
Ow.
He spat a mouthful of grass out when he finally stopped moving, and looked around at where he’d ended up, noting the seabirds flying above his head with a spark of excitement. Maybe he was back home? Maybe he’d get to see Grandma and Aryll and Tetra and everyone again?!
Wind continued to look around, but his excitement faded as he noted the high cliffs and significant amount of land around.
Probably not his.
A sigh escaped him as he looked to his side, and he jumped a little, scrambling backwards from the cliff he suddenly realized he was sitting next to.
Yikes, glad I didn’t roll a few feet further, he thought with a gulp, taking note of the steep drop and rough ocean below. Even if he fell and managed to slow his descent, there didn’t appear to be anywhere to climb up out of the water.
A screech caught his attention, and Wind was abruptly reminded of the reason he’d fallen through the portal in the first place.
He and the other heroes had been in the middle of a battle when a portal had appeared, the dark lizalfos sneering at them before escaping through. Despite Warriors telling them all to stay away from it, Wind had ended up fighting closer, then been knocked through by moblin’s club.
Leaving him here, alone on a cliff with monsters charging towards him.
He scrambled to his feet as several bokoblins and a sizable group of miniblins ran towards him, and he grabbed the phantom sword, which had fortunately come with him.
Wind leveled his blade as the first monster lunged at him, and with a small flourish, he jumped around it and watched as it’s momentum took it straight over the cliff.
That guy obviously wasn’t black-blooded, he thought with a snort, listening to its squeals as it fell.
A distant splash came from below, and the other monsters howled in anger, Wind wiping some dirt from his cheek with a grin.
“Thought you could just shove me off, huh?” he smirked, leveling his blade. “You’ll have to do better than that, ye scurvy dogs!”
The monsters jabbered angrily and charged him all at once, but Wind easily knocked them backwards with a spin attack. He worked on maneuvering himself away from the cliff while he fought, trying to take out as many monsters as he could and not be flung over the edge, and made fairly steady progress.
Their numbers began to thin the longer Wind fought against them, and he only had a small gash on his arm and a few cuts to show for it. His injuries weren’t slowing him down at all as he continued to fight the monsters, and Wind felt a familiar sort of confidence pump through his veins the more of them he eradicated.
Wind even managed to knock a couple more monsters off the cliff nearby, though unfortunately none of the ones that had black blood dripping from cuts.
Those were the ones giving him the most trouble, dodging his thrusts and avoiding his attempts to outsmart them. Wind panted a little as he swiped away two miniblins, and looked around at the monsters. There were only a few left, all infected he was sure, based on the intelligent gleam in their dark eyes.
Well they’re not getting the better of me, black blood or not!
He twirled his sword and grinned at the monsters, but then a loud shout rang out from nearby.
Wind whirled around to see Twilight fly out of the portal, blood on his shoulder.
The rancher hit the ground with a grunt and began tumbling down the hill, much in the same way as Wind had done earlier. Twilight was a lot bigger than Wind though, and the sailor abruptly realized his momentum would likely send him right over the cliff, just like the earlier bokoblin.
Oh no, not on my watch!
Wind took out one of the bokoblins that was flagging, and grabbed in his pouch for his hookshot. Executing a backflip towards a nearby tree, he aimed at where Twilight was rolling, and fired.
He was too far away to use anything else to grab his fellow hero, and hoped he’d aimed well enough not to hurt Twilight too much.
The chain shot outwards as Wind fired, soaring straight for Twilight’s already-bloody shoulder, his pelt and a few other items having come lose in his fall. But the rancher had seen him fire the chain, and right as Wind thought either the hook would gouge right into him or he’d go flying over the cliff, Twilight reached out a hand and snatched the chain.
A relieved sigh escaped Wind’s lips, but as the slack caught up to him he nearly fell over, grunting with effort as he called on the strength of his power bracelets. Maybe Twilight needed to lay off Wild’s desserts, he weighed a ton.
A bokoblin’s screech reminded him he wasn’t alone, and Wind growled in annoyance. He gathered his strength and gave the chain a sharp heave, looping it around a nearby tree branch before turning to block a strike from one of the monsters.
It snarled, more ferocious of a sound than Wind was used to hearing from their species as it swiped at him with its sword, and he suddenly realized the other monsters had disappeared.
He looked around in suspicion as he fought against the bokoblin, wondering if maybe the monsters hadn’t been quite as smart as he’d thought.
Had they just... fallen off the cliff?
Twilight shouted nearby and Wind turned to see that no, the monsters had not fallen off the cliff, but rather taken advantage of Twilight’s somewhat vulnerable state. One of the bokoblins had jumped on Twilight’s back while the remaining miniblins jabbed at his legs with their pitchforks, leaving him weighed down and outnumbered.
Not to mention getting closer to the cliff again.
Wind frowned determinedly, and managed to stab the bokoblin that was bothering him through the middle, sending it to the dirt. As it exploded into dust, he ran towards Twilight, who was struggling to remove the bokoblin from his back while also keeping away the other monsters with his injured shoulder.
The rancher succeeded in kicking back a few that weren’t clinging to his neck, and Wind viciously swiped at them, sending multiple miniblins off the cliff with squealing cries. The other monsters made use of the distraction and a few of them split off, grabbing Twilight’s pelt with mischievous cackles.
Wind growled in frustration, unsure of whether to go after Twilight’s stuff or help Twilight himself, but then the rancher threw the bokoblin that was on his back off himself, and into the sea below.
Wind decided he was doing fine, and charged towards the miniblins, who squealed as they saw him approach. He cut down the one that had grabbed Twilight’s pelt, then ran after two others that had something gripped in their little claws.
As Wind swung at the miniblins, one of them wound it’s arm back and threw something into the air before Wind’s sword struck it, and Wind realized it was Twilight’s necklace.
It went flying right for the cliff, and Wind bolted, throwing himself forwards and just barely managing to snag the cord before it was lost forever in the ocean below. He let out a relieved phew, looking down at the waves. The immediate area had finally gone silent, and there wasn’t a monster in sight when Wind glanced back at Twilight to check.
He grinned to himself, and got to his knees. That was a close one, but both of them, and Twilight’s stuff, were safe.
And they’d won the battle!
Wind held the severed cord up to look at the strange little pendant, orange lines glowing in the faint sunshine.
It was a weird necklace, all spiky and glowing, and something about it felt... off. But Twilight always said he didn’t really like magic, so it must just be a cool rock or something.
Wind got to his feet, still admiring the strange necklace, then set it in his palm to take back to Twilight.
“Sailor no!”
The warning came mere seconds too late.
The moment the pendant touched Wind’s skin, a wave of intense pain shot through him, and he yelped in surprise as he fell back to the ground, black flecking in his vision.
Twilight shouted nearby and Wind tried to reply, but something in his very being seemed to twist, making a response impossible.
Magic flowed through him and around him, bones shifted inside of him, inside out and upside down as another cry was ripped from his throat that didn’t sound right at all and the world suddenly felt like it was falling away—
Darkness overcame him and he knew no more.
(...)
Wind came back to himself slowly.
Loud noises echoed around him, sharp but fuzzy at the same time, and his dizzied brain couldn’t really focus on them when he tried. Especially due to the deep ache that seemed to have settled in every single bone in his body, weighing him down.
Wind tried to raise his head, but the ache increased sharply, and he let it fall with a wince.
A groan escaped him, but the sound that came out of his mouth was not what he expected at all: a strange grumble that didn’t sound even remotely hylian, with a squeaky note to it.
That came from me?
Something cold settled into Wind’s stomach at the strange noise he’d made, and he struggled to open his eyes, blinking up at the concerned (and slightly panicked) face of Twilight.
But something about the rancher seemed... off.
Like, really off.
Twilight tried to give him a smile, but the edges were thin, and despite how strange his vision was (had he hit his head? That would explain why everything sounded weird too—) Wind could tell he was trying not to panic.
Which admittedly, rather made him want to panic, because Twilight never panicked and if he was panicking over what happened to Wind than it must be bad—
“Link, just stay calm, okay?” Twilight said, but despite his even tone of voice, Wind only felt his panic grow at the uncertainty of what had just happened. “You’re okay, I promise, just take it slow.”
Wind tried to sit up then, but his balance was all off and he fell right back down, breathing shakily as he tried desperately to keep calm.
“What’s going on Twilight? What happened to me?!” he cried, or at least tried to.
Instead of words though, all that came out of his mouth were a serious of panicked meows.
Wind slammed his mouth shut, so utterly shocked that it took him a moment to realize that his mouth didn’t feel right either. Sharp teeth pricked against the inside of his lips, and his tongue felt bumpy, sort of like the sensation of sand on bare feet.
The realization of what happened, as unbelievable as it was, suddenly slammed into Wind like a hurricane, and he stared down at the creamy-yellow paws that had once been his feet.
He was a cat.
Somehow he’d been turned into a cat!
Twilight might’ve been speaking again, but Wind was too busy trying to get a good look at himself, taking in his windswept fur and the whiskers he could feel on his face. He even had a tail, stuck right onto his rear end.
A breeze hit his face, brushing his fur and whiskers, and the feel of it was all wrong, so wrong, everything about himself just felt wrong wrong wrong—
Something touched his head, and Wind was so high-strung from shock and leftover panic that he jumped (though it was more of a stumble) backwards, a startled hiss coming from his mouth.
“Wind whoa, I’m not going to hurt you,” Twilight soothed, and Wind realized the rancher had been the one to touch him, probably trying to calm him down.
He swallowed, and managed to ease himself back down, feeling his ears flatten in embarrassment. He tried to give Twilight an apologetic look, and the rancher seemed to understand, giving him a small smile. The hand was carefully extended towards him again, and this time Wind let Twilight run a soothing hand through his fur.
If he closed his eyes and ignored how the rancher’s hand was currently bigger than his head, he could almost imagine Twilight was just giving his hair a fond ruffle.
“Sorry sailor, I shouldn’t have startled you,” Twilight said. “I’m... I’m so sorry this happened,” he said more quietly, looking frustrated at himself. “I should’ve warned you not to touch the pendant.”
Wind blinked at him, suddenly suspicious of why Twilight had a pendant that turned people into cats anyway. What use was that?! And he’d never even seen Twilight use it to turn into a cat before. Plus Twilight didn’t like magic, especially not dark magic.
What was going on here?
“I guess you deserve an explanation,” the rancher sighed, not following his train of thought. “This... it’s leftover magic from my journey. It was originally a curse, but with the help of the Master Sword I was able to use it for my own advantage. It... allows me to become the animal that aligns most closely with my spirit, which...”
Twilight paused, looking a little nervous.
“Which is, well... a wolf.”
Wind blinked, then the pieces of the puzzle clicked and his tail stood straight up in shock.
Twilight was Wolfie!
Wind yowled in equal surprise and excitement, startling himself a little at the sound that came out of his lungs, but it was mostly overcome by his excitement.
Twilight being Wolfie made so much sense, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before— looking back it was so obvious and...
...and why hadn’t Twilight told them?
Twilight seemed to figure out the meaning of his yowling well enough, and scratched the back of his neck.
“Yeah, I’m... Wolfie. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I wasn’t sure how everyone would take it, this magic isn’t completely... light,” he said awkwardly.
Wind thought back to the agony that had stretched and shifted his bones only a little while ago, twisting him into a form that was very much not his own, and shivered a little. He could see how it wasn’t exactly light magic.
But despite how achy and weird Wind felt, he didn’t feel like the magic that was in him now was actively malicious. It had changed him, but it had only done that, and apart from the slight pulse of it he could feel in his one paw, it wasn’t doing anything more to him as far as he could tell.
Twilight obviously didn’t mean any harm by it, and used the magic a lot with no bad or evil side effects or anything.
Wind shrugged, as much as he could as a cat, then stood up with a wobble, carefully testing each paw before trying to walk with it. He shakily made his way over to Twilight, then bonked his head against his knee with a small mrrow.
He didn’t trust the magic that had changed him. But he did trust Twilight.
Twilight huffed out a laugh at the gesture, and nodded at him, looking relieved at his acceptance. Wind tried his best to smile back, and felt a little better overall.
Not great though. Just better.
“Okay, our next goal is to find out where the others are, and get the Master Sword from Sky so we can fix you,” Twilight said with a thoughtful frown. “It’s the only way to get you back; when this happened to Legend, not even any of his crazy items were enough.”
Wind shot Twilight a wide-eyed look, and the rancher chuckled a little.
“Yeah, this happened to our veteran. He’d been transformed into an animal before though, so he wasn’t quite as shocked. I never would have expected he’d be bright pink, though.”
That must be why his hair turned pink that one night! Wind realized with a swell of glee, then let out a small mrrow of amusement. He couldn’t imagine how terrible Legend must have been as a little pink cat! ...unless he’d been a wolf like Twilight?
He’d have to add that to his rapidly growing list of ‘things to ask once he got his regular mouth back.’
“Right, so let’s get going,” Twilight said, dusting off his pants. “The portal closed after I fell through, so the others must be elsewhere. Hopefully they came through and we can find Sky quickly, and we won’t have to explain Wolfie to everyone...”
The rancher trailed off, looking a little anxious, and Wind tilted his head, studying him.
So that was why Twilight hadn’t told anybody. He must be afraid of what they would think of him being the random wolf that appeared and helped them out sometimes, and using a dark magic crystal thing to transform into him.
But the others would understand... wouldn’t they?
Wind caught Twilight’s attention and meowed at him, trying to look encouraging. Twilight looked down at him and snorted, shaking his head.
“I have no clue what you just said sailor. But thanks.”
Wind twitched his whiskers in amusement, and watched as Twilight stood up, holding his arm and grimacing a little. The sailor frowned, and when Twilight looked at him he meowed pointedly, looking at the blood staining his tunic.
He could smell the metallic scent in the air, sharper then normal, and it sure looked like a lot of blood to him.
“I’m fine sailor, it’s just a scratch. And I don’t have any potions, so there’s nothing I can do,” Twilight shrugged, wiping blood off his sword before sheathing it. “I’ll clean it once we find the others. I’ll be okay ‘til then.”
Twilight wandered a little ways up the hill in order to retrieve his pelt and a few other items he’d dropped before Wind could try to argue further, and Wind let out a small huff, then teetered after him, trying to get used to his new legs.
It wasn’t easy. He felt as unsteady as when he’d been sailing for weeks on end and finally gotten back to land, his paws wobbly and uncooperative underneath him. He was not used to four legs to deal with, and was unable to help the growl that rose in his throat as he tripped, tail lashing in annoyance.
How could he be helpful when he could barely walk?
Twilight came back to his side then, fully geared up, and Wind made an extra effort not to appear affected by his cumbersome paws. Twilight’s sharp eyes noticed immediately though, and he kneeled down next to him, offering a hand.
“I think you should ride with me for the time being sailor,” he said gently, wincing as Wind tripped again. “Just so we’ll make quicker ground.”
Wind lashed his tail. He could walk plenty fast!
To prove his point, he took a confident step forward, making an extra effort not to trip. But he was so focused on his feet, he forgot to pay attention to the ground, and tripped on a pebble and fell flat on his face.
Twilight winced, then offered his hand again, which Wind looked at grumpily before stumbling over to it.
Twilight gently scooped him up and placed him up on his shoulder, and Wind dug his claws into his pelt, figuring out how to comfortably sit. He finally nestled into a good spot, and Twilight began to move, back up the hill and into the forest beyond.
Wind looked behind them and watched the sea disappear behind the trees, and sighed to himself as a bit of wind blew past his whiskers.
This day was not going the way he’d thought it would.
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soup-guts · 2 months
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Something about “Escape from the Woods” by zartophski
WIPS & more:
I made legends mer-form resemble an oarfish. The red/pink fin is on brand and the heralding of disaster is quite fitting I think!
I realized while working on this that I wasn’t going to finish it, but I liked certain aspects so w/e :}
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crazylittlejester · 17 days
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Something devastating has been brought to my attention and now I have to add it to my big hero 6 au:
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this fic is about to get much more tragic i fear-
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adrift-in-thyme · 4 months
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@skyward-floored and I both noticed Warriors looking less than comfortable in Jojo's latest art and thought 'wait is he afraid of heights??' As someone who is VERY afraid of heights I naturally had to latch onto the idea...and write something about it. Sorry, Wars
CW for blood/injury, mentions of vomit, and descriptions of panic and fear of heights
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In no universe is this enjoyable.
Warriors stares down, transfixed by the sky and clouds beneath him, (beneath him — by the golden three they should be above him, ABOVE HIM like normal). His limbs are leaden, his thoughts scrambling, panicked. His mouth is dry as the Gerudo Desert.
He swallows, forces saliva down a too-tight throat. He and heights never truly have gotten along. But this is a new extreme. 
He’s never been this high before. He’s never been atop an island in the sky. It’s something he was very much fine, never having done. In fact, he was much more fine before the Shadow had decided it would be wonderfully comical to dump them here. 
To Sky, it had been the best thing since pumpkin soup. He was home, after all. Warriors can’t blame the guy.
Still…
He drags his foot away from where it had crept worrying close to the edge. How exactly had that happened?
Still, why on Hylia’s green earth does the hero have to live IN THE SKY?
Warriors glances over to where Sky is eagerly showing off his loftwing to Wild and Hyrule. A short ways away, Time converses with Gaepora. Not far from him, Legend and Wind seem to be engaging in a game of some sort. 
Warriors squints. Are they…are they hurling those strange, little creatures off of Skyloft to see them fly back? Well, not anymore, because here comes Twilight to save the poor things. Not that they had seemed to mind much…
The rancher catches Warriors watching and shakes his head. 
Can you believe these two? His gaze seems to ask.
Warriors dredges up a dry smirk. 
Try dealing with that behavior 24/7, he mouths.
Twilight frowns. I do, is his silent response. Then, his brows dip further, expression losing its exasperated humor. He walks forward, a tiny creature cradled in his arms. Still very much paralyzed, Warriors watches helplessly as he advances.
“Rancher,” he says, cordially, once the hero is beside him – or more in front of him. (Why Twilight has chosen to stand with his toes off the edge of the island, Warriors has absolutely no idea. All he knows is that it makes his legs go numb. He forces himself to look forward instead.)
“Captain,” Twilight replies. He shifts and Warriors’ stomach somersaults. “Are you doin’ alright? You look a little pale.”
“Do I?” Warriors chuckles. It sounds too harsh, too loud. “Must not be spending enough time in the sun.”
Twilight gives him an unenthused look. Warriors grins. The expression feels as wrong as his laugh. Too wide, too brittle. 
Why does everything just seem off right now?
“Don’t worry about me, rancher. I’m alright.”
Twilight studies him for a moment, eyes narrowed. He opens his mouth, no doubt gearing up to pry further. But Four’s voice rings out before he can, beckoning him to come inspect one thing or another. Warriors can’t truly make out the words. Maybe that’s because his ears are filled with the sound of rushing wind.
Is it the wind? Or is it coming from inside of him, stealing away his remaining balance and setting his stomach churning?
“Well, take care of yourself,” Twilight says. He sets a hand on Warriors’ shoulder, with a small smile. “And be careful. Can’t have you fallin’ off the edge there.”
Warriors looks down and immediately regrets it. He hardly registers Twilight walking away, doesn’t hear his brother’s lively voices as they enjoy the wonders of Sky’s home. All he can see is the drop off he is certain that he is mere inches from plunging off of. His line of vision narrows, darkening at the edges, and he stumbles back, arms wrapped protectively around his middle. 
“Captain?” Time is suddenly holding him, keeping him from toppling. “Are you well?”
Warriors swallows hard. “Fine, Sprite. 
“Just fine.”
It’s only the lack of a substantial breakfast that morning that prevents him from getting sick all over the old man’s shoes. ----------------
The next few days are torture. Warriors does his best to keep his distance from the edges of the island. But it is nearly impossible in a place so compact as Skyloft. And the sparse fences constructed around hardly seem enough to keep him from plunging off. 
So, he spends most of his time indoors (praying to any goddess who may listen that there won’t be a sudden earthquake that sends the building careening down into nothingness). 
His excuses are few and paltry. 
“I don’t feel well.” “I’m tired after the journey.” “I need to think about an actual plan to track down the Shadow before he gets too far ahead.”
The heroes can see right through him – he is certain of it. And none more than Time.
“Tell me what I can do, captain,” he says one night when Warriors awakens screaming after a dream of plunging into a sky of flame. (And wow, does that commotion help him maintain his secrecy and uphold his reputation. He’s doing wonderfully.) “Please, I want to help.”
Warriors’ breath hitches as he slumps into his little brother’s arms. Here, with the two of them there is nothing to hide anyway. He couldn’t even if he tried.
“You can get me off this cursed island,” he says, with a dry chuckle. “That would be lovely.”
Time merely sighs and holds him closer. 
They both know he can’t do that.
…just as he cannot keep away the monsters the Shadow sends after them the next day.
Venturing outside of the academy to fight off a hoard of monsters is not exactly something Warriors had wanted to do. He is a hero, however, and he refuses to leave his brothers to battle them alone. So, out he comes into the light of the day, with his heart in his throat and his chest feeling like Ganondorf is sitting on top of it.
“I’m sorry that you have to do this,” Time murmurs as they head toward the tell tale screeches (in the plaza, of course).
Warriors shrugs, somewhat stiffly. “Who knows? I could get lucky.” He sends Time a grin and plunges his sword into the first of the monsters. “Maybe the Shadow will open another portal.”
Time smirks. “Perhaps, he will.”
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The fight drags on all morning. Warriors fares well enough through it. He remains in the center of the plaza as often as he can and his brothers take care of the stragglers around the edges. He does his best not to look at them when they toe the edge, heedless of certain death less than inches away.
And he fights on with the same ferocity as he always does.
…until about midmorning. Because that’s when the moblin shows up. 
It is one of Sky’s – hulking and corpulent and capable of taking at least ten bokoblins with one hefty swing of its spear. But he has fought this kind before. With a smirk, he rushes forward to engage it.
He hacks away at its shield easily, then readies himself to dodge as it roars in rage. It rears back, then bends its head, smoke puffing out of its nostrils. 
Warriors raises an eyebrow. He hefts his sword more firmly into his hand.
“You gonna come and get me?”
It roars again and breaks into a run. He steels himself, tensed for the strike. One second, two, three…
“Warriors look out!”
Something hits him from behind – something big and bulky and heavy. It slams into his side, breaking bones on impact. He gasps, vision going spotty. 
And suddenly he is flying. His feet leave the ground and he is tumbling, head over heels through the air. The world is a blur of color, up is down and left is right. He is almost certain that he’s going to be sick.
Then, it’s over. He hits the ground in a tangle of limbs and fabric. Blood fills his mouth and he chokes on it. 
“Captain!”
Running feet sound in his ears. He blinks, dazedly, trying to bring everything back into focus. It feels like the moblin has taken to tap dancing on his skull.
“Ugh…”
“Captain!”
There is panic in that voice, he realizes sluggishly. There must be a reason for that, there has to be…
His vision clears just enough that he can make out a gigantic something looming above him. He tries to push himself up for a better look, but his upper half seems to be on a slightly different level than his bottom half. When he allows himself to lay down fully he sees only sky.
Ah…that would explain it.
Panic pierces him far deeper than any spear ever could. He digs his fingernails into the grooves in the pavement, gritting his teeth against the pain and oncoming unconsciousness.
Don’t pass out. Don’t pass out…
“Captain!”
He tries once more to pull himself up and fails. 
Warriors lets out a grow of aggravation. He really wishes his brothers would exert more energy on fighting off this thing and getting him back on land than yelling his title repeatedly.
…though maybe he has heard it a few more times than they have really said it. 
The monster raises its weapon just as Twilight comes out of nowhere, leaping forward to skewer it. The rancher’s sword strikes home seconds before the monster’s can, piercing it through. And the next thing Warriors knows, he’s staring up at the concerned face of his brother.
“Are you alright?”
Twilight leans forward, grabbing his hand and supporting his back as he drags him away from the edge. Warriors slumps against him with a relieved sigh.
“Just great,” he slurs and Twilight chuckles. 
“Don’t worry. We’ll get you a potion and you’ll be just – ”
Warriors isn’t entirely certain what happens. He is too dazed to comprehend the events that occur in quick succession.
One moment he is held in Twilight’s arms and the next, the rancher is wrenched away from him with a grunt of pain and shock. Then, something collides with Warriors’ chest…
And he’s falling.
His stomach turns to lead, the wind rushes past at breakneck speeds, his scarf tangles about his limbs. Panic courses through his veins, beating in time with his pounding head and thumping heart. It encases him like a vice, paralyzing him, chasing away all other feelings, all other sensations save for icy, thick, undefeatable terror.
Warriors shuts his eyes and grits his teeth. He can’t breathe. He’s going to be sick, he’s sure of it.
…Or maybe he’ll die before that happens. Maybe he’ll collide with the hard ground and in a quiet, contained explosion of agony be gone. 
And after he had just gotten up the courage to propose to Arty too. Isn’t that just his luck.
“Hold on, Wars!”
An inhuman cry rings out, free and brave and strangely familiar. In the next moment Warriors’ lands with something blessedly solid. Arms wrap around him, warm and strong. A heart beats fast beneath the chest he collapses against. 
“I’ve got you, captain,” Sky breathes. “I’ve got you.”
He drapes his sail cloth over Warriors’ trembling shoulders. Warriors clutches it so tightly his fingers ache. 
“Get me somewhere low to the ground,” he whispers, in between haggard breaths. “Please.”
“Don’t worry.” Sky’s voice is kind. “I’m bringing you to the Surface.”
The Surface. That sounds promising. Warriors can only hope that it is as solidly on the ground as the name suggests.
He won’t see it if it is, though. He keeps his eyes stubbornly closed the entire trip.
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The Surface, it turns out, is just plain, old Hyrule. Which, in Warriors’ book, is pure heaven. 
“I still can’t believe no one thought to tell me about this place,” he gripes as he limps out of Sky and Sun’s cozy, little cottage, two days later. “Why would anyone want to stay up in the sky when we could be down here, on the ground?”
Twilight smirks. The rancher has been cooped up with him for the last few days as they healed from the injuries they got on Skyloft. And Warriors has to admit that he has appreciated his company. 
“I still can’t believe you’re afraid of heights.” Twilight grins innocently at him. “The great Captain of the Hyrulean Army, scared of a little sky island.”
His tone is light and teasing and Warriors feels no pain from the jabs. But he scowls anyway.
“I’m scared of falling off a ‘little sky island.’ Which, coincidentally, I did and nearly died. Given that, I’d say the fear is warranted.”
Twilight hums. “So, what you’re saying is fear of heights is really a fear of falling.”
Warriors sighs. He looks out over the small town Sky and Sun are building, smiling slightly as he spots Time and Wind fishing in a nearby stream. It’s lovely, really, how he’ll be able to enjoy those activities with them now that he isn’t trapped in the grip of nauseating fear.
“I don’t know, rancher,” he says, shrugging. “Call it what you want. All I can say is that I want my feet firmly on the ground.”
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tashacee · 2 days
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The Clocktown Mystery
Chapter One: The Mystery of the Peculiar Portal
There was something very wrong with the portal.
In fairness, there was always something wrong with the portals. Stepping into them felt both like stepping into the emptiness between worlds and it felt like being squeezed through the most compressed, miniscule crevice in the universe. Their bodies felt as though they were simultaneously being torn into atoms and pressed tighter than should have ever been possible, all while something deep, something innate told them to walk, just keep walking forwards until all of a sudden the strangeness of the portal was nothing more than a bad dream and the glaring darkness melted back into reality.
But this one was different. Something about it was wrong, something more than the usual feeling of unreality that accompanied the appearance of a portal. The smell of ozone that came with it was too strong and the edges of the swirling darkness seemed to be made of static, jumping and shifting between solid and indistinct, tearing at the edges of reality.
“I’m out.” Legend said. “Whatever. Screw this. That thing looks like it’s going to eat us and I'm not about to get pulled apart by a broken-ass portal. Fuck it. I’m out.” for emphasis, he threw his hands in the air and made to turn on his heel.
As he moved, though, a bolt of lightning lanced from the portal and struck the ground at his feet, blackening the grass in every direction. Legend shrieked and leapt back, and even from a few feet away Warriors could feel the fine hair on his arms and legs standing on end with the electricity humming through the air. The stench of ozone had become all encompassing.
“Or I guess I'm in!” He squeaked.
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mishwanders · 8 months
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• Five Times You Share A Night With Twilight + The One Time You Do Something About It •
Summary: exactly what the title says.
Warnings/tags: GN! Reader, Hurt/Comfort, tooth rotting fluff, some comedy between the group, flirty Twi, there’s only one bed. Safe for Everyone.
Author’s Notes: I ain’t gonna lie y’all, this one is longer than what I usually write. I hope you enjoy it! Written by Mishwanders
{1}
After a long period of traversing through the woods of Hyrule, the Chain and you were finally able to make camp for the evening. As you were placing down your bed roll for the night, you took notice as to who was around you. To your surprise,someone was missing.
“Anyone seen Twi?”
The others looked around as well at each other, but all of them either shrugged or shook their heads in response.
“I’m sure he’ll be back soon. He probably just went to secure the perimeter.” Legend reassured you.
You nodded, continuing to pull out the rest of your stuff for the night. You took the measure to pull out Twilight’s bed roll as well from his pack, placing it down beside your own, just in case he came back and everyone else outside of the watch were asleep. You smiled to yourself as you made sure it was laid out nice and neat, placing his pillow and blanket at the head of it so he wouldn’t have to go digging for his things in the dark. As you were doing so, you happened to catch the attention of Wild who was eyeing you where he was stationed with the food. You shrugged at him and he gave you a knowing nod.
By the time that dinner had been eaten and the campfire dealt with, you all fell into your respective areas of respite, each of the Links dozing off one by one, all except for the watcher off in the distance and you.
You couldn’t help but toss and turn the entire night, constantly looking over at Twilight’s sleeping bag, wishing he were there next to you. It’s not that you liked him (at least that’s what you kept telling yourself), you just liked having him close by. His presence was always warm and comforting, he was gracious enough to allow you to borrow his bear pelt when you got cold too. You felt as if you could relax in his presence compared to some of the more strict and rigid personalities of a few of the others (don’t even try to ask Legend of a blanket - it’s probably cursed anyway).
You stayed up longer, waiting to see when he would show, but as your eyelids began to grow heavier, you could hear the slow trot of paws against the rough ground. The dark shadowy figure of Wolfie came approaching you, sniffing vigorously at the bed roll Twilight should have been in. You slowly sat up to rest on an elbow, alerting the wolf that you were still awake. You greeted him with a smile and a small whisper.
“Twi’s not back yet. If you want, can you come sleep with me instead.” You stated, opening up your blanket to show there was room.
The wolf stared at you for a moment, blue eyes taking in the situation at hand. You weren’t even 100% sure he would take the offer - he typically preferred to sleep next to Wild. But to your surprise, the beast agreed, walking closer to you and plopping down beside you under your raised arm. It took everything in you not to squeal over the fact that Wolfie actually chose to stay by your side tonight (ya know, and not Wild, since he apparently likes him so much). You slowly lowered your arm down over him, allowing the blanket to encompass you both, keeping your arm gently on his fur. You laid your head back down on your pillow, gently stroking a small area of Wolfie’s fur, feeling him snuggle even closer to you. The wolf smelt like cedar - a common scent you knew that followed Twilight as well. It was comforting having the beast with you, feeling how warm he was next to you. He was like a heater biting off the cold night air. You found yourself growing more and more relaxed with him by your side. Twilight may not have been here, but Wolfie was, and with him by your side, you found yourself easily drifting to sleep for the rest of the night.
{2}
The Chain had traveled far off through another portal chasing after the Shadow that quickly got away without a trace. After a while of searching for the malevolent beast, you all decided to make camp once more for the evening, preparing for what was hopefully a restful night ahead. As you pulled out your bedroom, you noticed Twilight with his own, coming up beside you to lay out his next to yours. You gave him a warm smile, pleasantly surprised to see him. “Back so soon?”
“Time said he’d take over securing the perimeter tonight.” Twilight replied, dropping his bedroll draping along the ground.
You nodded, watching him pillow out his blanket and pillow. “How thoughtful of him.”
Twilight breathed out a laugh and smiled. “He can be when he wants to. Speakin’ o’ which, it was thoughtful of you to take care of Wolfie.”
He was looking directly at you when he spoke of his beloved beastly friend. His pretty blue eyes sparkling in the firelight caused an embarrassed heat to erupt over your face at his praise. “I-It was no problem! I was awake anyway and honestly I felt kind of honored. He never chooses me!”
With that you heard Wild, Legend, and Sky snickering to the side, knowing full well that they all heard you. Twilight shot them a look, which didn’t deter their behavior quite like Time’s did, but it was good enough for Wild to stop in his tracks. Twilight shook his head at their behavior and turned his attention back to you.
“Don’t listen to ‘em. Besides, I know Wolfie was very happy to sleep next to you.” Twilight reassured you.
“Oh yeah? What are you, some kind of animal whisperer?” You asked playfully.
He chuckled at that comment. “I’ve known Wolfie for long ‘nough to know he appreciated a warm bed for once.”
“I wouldn’t mind having him back as a cuddle buddy.” You laughed, “He was a soft heater throughout the night.”
“I’ll let him know, I know he’ll be more than happy to take you up on that offer.” He replied, a smile plastered on his face, looking sweeter than honey.
“Uh huh, sure he will.” Legend interrupted, gaining your attention. You raised an eyebrow in confusion at him.
“Oh, can it Vet.” Wars spoke up from the otherside of the fire, already in his bed.
“You can’t tell me what to do.” Vet snapped back.
“Yeah, shouldn’t you be getting your ‘beauty sleep’ anyway?” Wind chimed in.
Wars feigned hurt, lifting his eye mask to look at it. “Not you too, Sailor.”
You looked over towards Four and Hyrule, who were laughing at the words being thrown back and forth in front of them before Time silently stalked up behind them all. You laughed as his voice boomed, startling the ever living daylights out of them - a shrill scream leaving the two just caused more laughter to erupt from the group. Time shook his head and chuckled. “He may not be able to tell you what to do, but I can. You’re taking the second shift Vet, so I’d get that shut eye while you can.”
Legend grimaced at the mention of that. The laughter soon died out, everyone getting ready for bed. You slipped under your thin blanket, feeling the cool breeze still reaching you through it. You rolled over on your side and whispered to Twilight. “Is it okay if I borrow your bear pelt again?”
He turned to face you, opening one eye. “You cold?”
You nodded and he sat up to pull it out of his pack, leaning to drape over you. “There ya go, Darlin’.”
You felt the heat in your cheeks erupt, burying them under the pelt so he couldn’t see. You smiled, causing your eyes to squint up at him as you whispered a muffled thank you. He smiled down at you. “No problem, sugar.”
GOSH DARN IT TWI-
{3}
Nightmares were never easy, especially when they were about the troubles at home.
It was another night, another camp site. You had been startled out of your sleep, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. Your throat was incredibly dry as you panted, forcing you to shuffled around your bag for your canteen. You took a sip of him, feeling the cool water wash down your throat, taking in a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself.
It was just a dream. Nothing more.
At least that’s what you hoped for.
You took a chance to look around you in the darkness. Everyone else was still asleep, except for the watch, who just so happened to be Twilight at that hour. You felt your body shaking in your attempt to calm yourself, but the cold wind was not helping you with that. Maybe you needed to get up and walk for a bit, clear your mind.
You slid out of your bed, standing up as quietly as possible as you wrapped yourself in your blanket and pulled your boots on. You did go for a small walk, taking in the surroundings draped in the darkness of night. Your eyes however, did catch a glint of the golden chainmail that Twilight wore. He was fairly close to the camp, leaving his back against the tree. You made your way over to him, trudging through the grass. It caught his attention and he quickly turned his head in your direction, cocking his eyebrow in surprise.
“What ‘re you doin’ up, darlin’?” He asked quietly.
You settled on the ground next to him, holding the blanket close to your body. “I had a nightmare.”
He looked at you softly. “Wanna talk about it?”
You looked up into his eyes again, feeling a tug at your heart. You gently sighed and told him what you dream was as you rested your head on his shoulder. “I just can’t get my mind off of home and what kind of havoc the Shadow has been wrecking there, who he’s hurt already. I’m worried to say the least.”
He wrapped his arm around you, keeping you close. He was warm and smelt like cedar, as always. You were thankful for the gesture, the shelter from the cool air. “I know how you feel.”
You leaned in closer to him, taking in the scent of him, allowing it to fill your lungs. You both sat there for a while, listening to the sounds of the forest surrounding you, every cirp of the bugs in the grass, watching the subtle glow of the fireflies. It was quiet, it relaxed you.
“Twi, is it okay if I stay here for the rest of your watch? I don’t want to be alone.”
You felt his grip around your shoulder tighten around you ever so slightly. “Go ahead, Darlin’. You’ll be safe with me.”
You moved in closer to him, melding into his side. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to slowly drift to sleep as he gently rubbed your arm. You felt safe in his presence, protected. It was just enough to help you fall back to sleep, where no nightmares plagued you again for the rest of the night.
{4}
Goddesses - it shouldn’t have happened like this!
Time carried Twilight into the inn while the others were still out dealing with the Shadow. You felt like your world was swirling around you, a cave collapsing in on you when you helplessly watched Twilight (who you now knew was Wolfie) get hit with an almost deadly blow by the shadow. Everyone was scrambling, no one had been seriously injured by the Shadow up to this point. If it hadn’t been for Time and Wars, you would have felt like you were drowning under the weight of what was happening.
You were quick to snap out of your trance of helplessness when Time addressed you, dragging you away with him. Someone had to stay by his side while someone else ran to get the healer and you were quick to find one while he stayed in the room with a bloodied and battered Twilight.
When you found the healer you quickly dragged them back to the inn, guiding them up the steps to his room, where they began to tend to him. You watched at their side, over their shoulder with Time, assisting with whatever the healer needed. You all made quick work of getting him cleaned up and the wound dressed, but the healer was unable to do anything more about it. He was stuck with the Shadow in his system, he was now going to have to fight it from the inside.
You knew the darkness must have been trying to wreak havoc in him, trying to break down his resolve, down to the very fiber of his being. When Hyrule and the others came back, they all offered up the potions they had, even Hyrule’s magic, but nothing worked, nothing could stop this.
It had been a long afternoon of worrying over his state, the rest of the Chain came in and out of the room at various occasions while you and Time primarily stayed by his side. But as the evening turned into night, you and Time had decided to take shifts watching him, to make sure someone was always there, just in case something happened.
During one of your shifts, you found yourself leaning against the edge of your seat, arms resting on your thighs as you watched him breath, noticing how shallow his chest rose and fell, how much paler he grew under the moonlight, as if the very life was being wrestled away from him, pulling it out of his grasp. You felt completely helpless to stop it, forced to watch his life slowly crumble and fade before your own eyes.
You wish you had said something before all of this, had confessed your feelings towards the one person who ever truly made you feel safe. Now he was dying in front of you and he would never truly know how much you cared about him, how much better you wanted to know him.
A shaken breath escaped you as you took his hand in yours. His hands were cold and clammy, but you held it close to you, trying to warm them up. You couldn’t help but feel the tears sting your dry and tired eyes as you looked down at him, a string of whispered words leaving your lips.
You weren’t one to pray to the goddess, but tonight was an exception. You quietly begged and pleaded with her to do something, anything to save him from a deadly fate.
But nothing happened.
It felt as if your prayers were falling on deaf ears, never seeing a change in his worsening state. Your tears were streaming down your cheeks by now, dropping down your chin to the edge of the bed as you sniffled. You pressed your lips to his knuckles, shaking as you whispered, “Twi, please keep fighting this. I don’t want to be without you. I love you.”
You felt his hand gently twitch in yours, almost as if he were about to hold it. You wondered if he heard your plea for him to keep fighting in his state. You continued to hold his hand for the remainder of your watch, keeping it close, hoping that he would know that you were there by his side, so he didn’t have to fight this alone.
{5}
Days had passed since the incident with the Shadow, and to everyone's surprise, Twilight pulled through. Although he was awake, he was still recovering from the draining efforts it took to fight off the Shadow that had attacked him from the inside, in need of lots of rest.
Everyone took their turns visiting him, the whole group of them gathering into his room at multiple points until he grew exhausted by the lively interactions of them all, his side hurting from the laughter they brought him with all of the timely dog jokes. You couldn’t help but smile, watching him from across the room, noticing the life return to him even more as the days went by, as he grew stronger again. You felt relieved knowing that he would be okay in the end, your worries easing over, hopefully to never return with another scare like that.
It was late into the evening when dinner occurred and you brought him some food from the dining area, taking the moment to sit with him in peace while the others were down stairs discussing Hylia know what. You sat there and discussed whatever came to your mind as well, talking about the mischief you’d gotten into with Legend in the town with the other merchants, trying to keep his spirits up with the fact that they scored some pumpkins for some delicious soup to be made the next night, but you could see he was lost in his own thoughts, that fire in his eye replaced with pensiveness.
When you were both done with the food, you placed the plates on the side table and looked at him. “You alright, Rancher?”
“Hm? Yeah, just thinkin’.” He replied
“Would you like to talk about it?” You asked, looking at him concerned.
“It’s just - it’s all been a lot, almost dyin’ an’ all. Everything hurt, I felt like I was being held underwater, struggling against a current, but It’s like I was aware of what was happenin’ around and unable to do anything. I felt completely helpless to stop it.”
You nodded, listening to him intently as he continued.
“Out of all of it I could still hear what was happening around me - I heard everyone’s concern for me. Did you and Time even leave my side?” He asked, “I didn’t need either of you gettin’ sick worryin’ ova’ me.”
You chuckled, “What can I say? We both care about you - everyone does.”
“Yeah, I know. You made that very clear. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you pray before.” He commented.
“I-I don’t.” You replied, looking down at your hands.
“So why’d you do it for me?” He asked
You let out a deep sigh before looking up at him again.“I felt like I was running out of options. You felt helpless to do anything, I felt helpless just watching you deteriorate. I might not be on the best of terms with any god, but I know Hylia favors you and the others. At the very least, I could make a plea for you, on your behalf.”
“So you meant every word of it?” He asked in return.
You nodded. “Every word.”
“Including the last bit - the part where you said you loved me?”
Your eyes widened a bit in surprise as he brought it up, realizing he truly had heard every whispered word. He chuckled at your reaction, noticing how embarrassed you grew by his statement. He took your hand in his, keeping his gaze on yours as he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “You don’t have to be shy, Darlin’. I just wanna know if it was true.”
You gently nodded, “Yeah. I meant every word.”
Twilight's face cracked into a smile at the sound of that. Even he looked away shyly for a moment before returning his gaze back to yours. “Well, this wasn’t the way I was intendin’ on tellin’ ya, but, considering everything that’s happened, there’s no time like the present. I feel the same about you.”
Your embarrassment turned to shocked relief, your eyes growing wider as you spoke up. “Really?”
He nodded. “Really.”
You gently squeezed his hand back, a smile growing on your face. Before you could even open your mouth to speak again though, one of the others came barging into the room to check on the two of you.
“Hey, how’s the food tast-“ Four stopped in his stead at the doorway when he noticed the two of you holding hands, his eyes bouncing around the scene before he finally asked, “Did you finally tell them?”
Twilight gave him a knowing look - don’t tell the others. Fours face lit up as he leaned against the doorframe. “It’s about time! Looks like Wars won the bet though.”
You turned your head around so fast at the mention of the bet. “You all were betting on us?!”
Four gave a shy smile as he tried to steer his way out of the conversation. “Oh would you look at the time - I gotta go -“
With that he ran off back downstairs. You turned your gaze back to Twilight and shook your head with a laugh. “How long do you think we have until the others find out?”
“A minute, tops.”
You could already hear the shuffling of boots coming up the stairwell. Looks like five seconds was all it really took.
This was going to be a long, interesting night.
{6}
Another portal, another Hyrule, thankfully with another functioning Castle Town, which meant you got to stay in another inn.
You pulled Twilight up the stairs behind you, guiding him towards a room. With the Chain it was always fair game who got which room and you were hoping whichever one you chose had some decently comfy beds - and it did, but there was one problem.
There was only one bed.
You were half tempted to back out of the room, but you bumped into Twilight's chest as he moved past you into space, plopping his things down inside. You felt the heat flood your cheeks as your thoughts began to run with the idea of sharing a bed with him. You felt crazy - it’s not like you hadn’t shared a bed with him before, but you hadn’t done so since you both confessed your feelings for the other and actively became a couple.
Twilight turned to look at you, that sweet honey smile settled on his lips. He held out his hand to you, beckoning you closer. “Don’t be shy, Darlin’, c’mere.”
You made your way over to him, where he proceeded to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer into him. He gazed into your eyes as he leaned his head down, resting his forehead against yours. Every gesture of his made you melt even more as he held you.
“Finally, some peace and quiet -“
“Aawww!”
Twilight groaned at the sound of Sky’s voice coming from the doorway, turning his attention to him. “May I help you?”
Sky had a cheeky grin on his face at the sight of you two. “I’m sorry, you two just look adorable. Continue.”
You leaned in closer to Twilight, resting your head against his chest. “I know we do, but what did you need?”
Sky chuckled at your reply and gestured out the door. “Food will be ready soon, figured I’d inform you before Wind attempts to steal someone’s plate again.”
You chuckled, remembering how mad Wild was the last time that happened. “Thanks Sky.”
You two made your way downstairs after him to eat with the others, dodging the others incessant teasing with ease. As the evening drew on, all of you finally made your way to your respective rooms. You sat on the edge of the bed, resting back on your hands as you spoke with Twilight, watching him change out of his shirt to sleep. As he did, you could see the raised scars littering his skin, all of which gained from one battle or another, but you couldn’t get our eyes off of the one the Shadow left him.
It was different from the others, maybe because it was still fairly fresh compared to anything else. You felt your attention be drawn to it, seeing the fine black markings along it, knowing it wasn’t necessarily from an infection, but more because of the source of the one who wounded him. You couldn’t get the sight of him so pale and close to death out of your head, how easily you could have lost him that night.
Twilight noticed the change in your demeanor as you stared at it, stepping closer to you as he placed his hands on your shoulders. “You alright, Darlin’?”
You brought your hand up over the scar, gently running your finger along the edges of it. “Does it still hurt?”
“Only occasionally, but it ain’t nothin’ I can’t handle.” He reassured you.
You leaned closer to him, pressing a gentle kiss along the edge of it. He looked at you with surprise at how tender you were handling him. He smiled as you looked up at him.“Bein’ sweet on me now?”
You gave him a cheeky grin as you pulled him closer to you by his belt loops. “Maybe, but that’s because you’re as sweet as honey to me.”
He leaned down, moving his face in line with yours in the midst of his flirtatious interrogation, eyes caught on your lips. “Does that make you my honeybee?”
You tilted your head slightly, lips ghost over his own as you replied, “Well, you’re just too sweet to resist.”
You kissed him, gently at first, but he kissed you back with a much rougher touch, desperate to feel your lips on his. He snaked his hands up your neck to caress your face as your hands fell along his forearms. You felt his teeth grazing over your bottom lip, almost asking and begging to allow him to deepen the kiss. You would, but not until you had made your move first.
It took him by surprise as you pulled him down to the bed with you, wrapping your legs around his waist so he couldn’t escape you. You chuckled as his smile came back though, his lips finding their way to yours again, kissing you with a hungry fervor before trailing down your chin and neck, causing laughter to erupt from you as he found a ticklish spot at the crook of your neck. He chuckled as he gazed down at you once more, his voice coming out in a smooth low whisper. “I love you, honeybee.”
You smiled up at him, feeling the heat return to your cheeks once again. He always knew how to make you blush, how to send butterflies a flight within you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back to your lips once again. You could feel him relax against you, growing more comfortable with you by each passing second. When you finally had to pull away for air, you gazed up into his blue eyes, a smile on your face as you confessed.
“I love you too.”
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michoodles · 1 month
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HE IS THE DANCING QUEEN!!
So! That dress literally got me screaming because I love that kind of dresses!! And of course I will draw my Wild boy like that. Now I need that party! I require him dancing and getting everyone shocked bcs he's the best dancer in all Hyrule!
Thanks so much to @tashacee for that chapter and draw reference, when I get a rest I will draw the Triple threat right!
Me and who's gonna dress like this next Halloween'??
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fiercedaddy · 9 months
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Lowkey curious, I’ve read two de-aged sky fics and see too many time one’s but is there fics with the rest of the chain de-aged like Twilight? Or wars!,
(I don’t want any wild one’s tho!, just genuinely hate how his character gets done in fics sometimes /lh, they’re really cool just sometimes a bit to overboard for my liking:(
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dragonknightcal · 9 months
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I need a fic where Wind teases Warriors by treating him like a pirate captain instead of a military officer, and that helps Wars loosen up and become more comfortable with the chain.
Bonus points if Wind teaches him to be a pirate in the process.
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