#linkeduniverse fic

[adrift-in-thyme]

@kikker-oma happy belated birthday!!! Sorry it took so long for me to finish this! But I hope it proves worth the wait <333 (Also I hope you don’t mind some whump)

CW for blood and injury, vomiting, a panic attack, and a cave-in (be careful if you’re claustrophobic)

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In the wake of the explosion, Sky feels nothing. There is a high-pitched ring in his ears, spots in his vision, warm, sticky blood trickling from his nose. But no pain.

Until there is.

It hits like a claymore, cleaving through the half-consciousness he has clung to thus far. And the next thing he knows, he’s jerking upward, gasping. Only, he can’t sit upright at all.

His mind screams the panicked order, his muscles attempt it, but a weak, agonizing twitch is all he manages. Something is holding him down, something massive and heavy. His chest struggles to rise beneath its constant compression.

Sky blinks again, squinting past the tiny eruptions of light and the dust that floats, thick and suffocating in the air around him. There is nothing much to see in the endless darkness. But he can make out jagged shapes, blocky forms, the outlines of sand-covered objects.

Caging him in. Holding him down.

He’s pinned, he realizes with a streak of mind-numbing terror. And suddenly, what little air he had managed to drag in turns to nothing at all. He gasps, eyes blowing wide, as he thrashes.

Or attempts to. All he manages is to bring on a fresh onslaught of dizzying agony. It strikes through to his very bones, sending sharp pricks of static dancing before his eyes and crawling up the back of his head. And for a split second, everything goes a striking shade of black.

Then, he’s breaching the surface once more, too soon, much too soon, skyrocketing back into a world of pain and suffocation.

Sky coughs, choking on blood and tears. He has never really considered himself claustrophobic, but this experience might just change that assumption. Of all the ways to die…

But you’re not, he berates himself. You’re not dead yet, so think, think. Figure out a way to survive.

He can’t reach his pouch. The rubble piled beside him makes certain of that. It presses against him, crushing his side and tugging at the hem of his sailcloth. But if he can move it just a bit…

Trembling hands press to its jagged surface. With a sharp intake of breath, Sky steels himself and pushes.

Something shifts and for a split second, Sky dares to hope that maybe, just maybe he can get free. But then, the rubble on his lower half crawls sideways with the rest. And Sky screams.

The nauseating numbness that had begun to take root vanishes, replaced with the absolute agony that splits through his legs. He turns his head to the side and chokes up bile.

That one moment seems to last forever, pain dancing along his body endlessly. He lies there, limp and gasping, gazing at the blurred splotches his vision has been reduced to. And the waves wash over him, stealing the air from his lungs and turning his thoughts into incomprehensible things.

Needles streak up his neck, bringing with them unnatural heat. His eyelids flutter, eyes preparing to roll back in his head and plunge him back into the painless deep.

“Sky!”

A hand finds his, desperate in the way it grasps at him. Sky inhales sharply, jolting back into some semblance of awareness.

He had thought no other heroes were near the blast. He had thought they were all clear of the area. So, why…

Wait.

Memories crash back into his mind like waves on the sea. Memories of a building crumbling behind him and a boy by his side, running, running away from the collapse, away from certain death. Memories of the fiery knowledge that had situated itself firmly in Sky’s gut, the knowledge that he must protect him, protect the hero who came after him.

Protect the hero who was the first to feel the brunt of his failures, no matter the cost.

His hands fly out on instinct to shove the small figure in front of him through the doorway. Echoes of a terrified voice in his mind as he leaps, meaning to follow, wanting to.

Only for darkness to catch him before he can.

Four. Sky’s breath hitches, a sob of relief and agony catching in his throat. Four is here with him. Four is alive.

And he came back.

“Sky, can you hear me?”

The Skyloftian focuses all his strength. Weakly, he squeezes Four’s hand. The smithy blows out an audible sigh of relief.

“Thank the goddesses. We’re gonna get you free, okay? We just need a minute. If we move anything now…”

Though he trails off, the words left unspoken weigh on the Skyloftian even more heavily than the rubble. He drags in a thin gasp, swallowing against the growing lump in his throat.

“But I need you to stay awake until we can get you out,” Four continues, forcing a lighter tone into his voice. “Can you do that?”

“Yes,” is what Sky means to say. “Hurts,” is the croaked cry that comes out.

Four’s grip tightens. “I know, Sky. I’m-I’m sorry.”

Sky closes his eyes. The darkness there is safer, more comfortable than the dusky dimness floating around him.

“Not your fa-fault.”

“You shouldn’t have pushed me.” The voice is grim and drenched in guilt. Though it aims to sound accusatory, Sky feels that it hardly meets the mark. “‘There was time. We could’ve both gotten out. We could’ve…”

“K-kept you safe.” It is hardly a croak. The word burns in his throat. “Smithy…I w-wanted to…”

He drags his eyes open, stares into the expanse of floating nothingness. He still can’t breathe.

“It’s the least I…could do.”

Four is silent for a long moment. Then, his fingers constrict just slightly. Their warmth is welcome in a world of cold darkness.

“You’re going to get out of there, Sky,” he murmurs and there is something in his tone that Sky cannot identify. Maybe he could if he wasn’t so tired. Far more than usual in fact. This exhaustion drags him down like a leaden weight, pulling at the remaining scraps of consciousness.

“Just hold on,” the smithy says, and Sky pushes back against the endless deep.

Hold on.

He can do that. He can…

“T-tell me about y-your Hyrule,” he croaks.

And Four does. The smithy has many secrets, perhaps, even as much as the old man, and yet, he tells him. Of his grandfather, of Dot, of his home and his world and the tiny creatures known as Minish.

Sky clings to every word that tells him more about the hero who followed after him and the land he fought to protect. He clings to the sound of his voice, the warmth of his fingers, the painting he paints of his life…until his brothers come.

And then, finally, finally, the world is opening back up and the sunlight is streaming in and he can drag in thin gasps of fresh air and…and Four is right there, still holding his hand but gazing down at him now. Concern gleams in his multicolored irises.

Sky offers him a weak smile. “‘M okay now, smithy,” he murmurs, every word agony. “T-thanks for…for staying.”

Four’s face splits into a grin. A teary one, but an expression of joy nonetheless. “I’ll always stay. It’s the least I can do for the person who paved the way.”

There is respect in those words, Sky realizes dimly. Respect and something else…A connection, perhaps, that is stronger even than their bond of brotherhood.

He deserves neither.

But as he lets his eyes slip shut, as the voices of his family swell around him and arms lift him with a gentleness that belies their strength…he is glad to know about their place in the timeline. He understands the look in Time’s eye a little better now, when he gazes upon Twilight.

He is proud of his successor too.

#I’m gonna post this on ao3 later today #but thought I’d put it here first #sorry again for the wait #life’s been nuts #but happy belated birthday!!! #I hope you enjoyed this <3 #lu four #lu sky #linked universe #linkeduniverse fic #trin writes #whump #angst #hurt/comfort #blood tw #injury tw #panic attack tw #cave in

[silverdragon-imagines-blog]

The chain mistakes a wolf-dog with some charcoal on his face for Wolfie....while Twi is off scouting

[This was hilarious and a lot of fun, thank you for waiting for me to finish this and I hope you enjoy ^u^]

“Hey look! Wolfie came to visit!”

Legend looked up from the book he was reading to see Wolfie walk into camp and take a seat directly in front of Wind. The not-quite-wolf was panting, wagging his tail and looking up at Wind, said hero seemingly resisting the urge to pet the so obviously happy not-quite-wolf. Legend smirked, the sight being quite funny especially since it was rare to see Twilight giving into the urge to act more dog-like, even if he denies both being a dog and acting even remotely similar to a dog. 

Legend placed the ribbon bookmark to save his spot and leaned back against the tree he was reading under to watch the events unfold. Of course, not without smacking Four’s book onto their face first so the other hero could enjoy the show as well. The smithy only pushed Legend over once in retaliation and then settled against the tree as well.

“Wolfie looks a lot dirtier than usual,” Four remarked, leaning forward and propping his chin on his hand.

“Eh, with how long it’s been since we last got a chance to stay in a village or town, it makes sense,” Legend shrugged.

Wind seemed to finally give into temptation, kneeling down and scratching Wolfie behind the ears. Said not-quite-animal closed his eyes, his tail thumping along the ground. Warriors came up to the youngest hero and smiled, reaching a hand down for Wolfie to sniff.

“Seems our furry friend is in a good mood today if he’s letting you pet him for once,” Warriors said.

Wind nodded, smiling brightly up at the other hero.

“It’s about time! Only Wild ever seems to get to do this!”

“Do what?” Wild called out, and Legend stifled a laugh as he saw Wild with various sauces and powdered spices all over him.

“Looks like our cook is in an experimental mood again,” Legend got out as he shook with stifled laughter. Four just shook their head, smiling all the while.

“You always get to pet Wolfie!” Wind yelled back at Wild, getting the cook to abandon his mess and make his way over, confusion evident on his face.

“Pet? I mean, I guess sometimes Wolfie lets me, but it’s pretty rare,” Wild crossed his arms, watching as Wind wrapped his arms around Wolfie and press his cheek against the soft fur.

Wars chuckled, shaking his head.

“Maybe the era we’re in has improved his mood for once?” Wars suggested, only for Wild to shake his head.

“That’s never stopped him from threatening to bite me when I try to pet him,” Wild replied.

“I don’t care! I’m going to enjoy finally knowing what it’s like to pet Wolfie!” Wind shouted, earning curious looks from Sky, Hyrule, and Time who were sitting off to the side.

“Oh, looks like the rest have picked up on what’s going on. How do you think this will progress, dear veteran?” Four spoke, elbowing Legend in the side as the trio of heroes approached the three around Wolfie.

“I can tell you that Rulie will for sure capitalize on this moment and also pet Wolfie,” Legend replied, elbowing Four back.

True to Legend’s word, Hyrule kneeled down alongside Wind and started petting Wolfie’s back with a huge grin on his face. Time chuckled, shaking his head. 

“So Wolfie is letting us pet him? Since when?” Sky asked, Wind turned to look at him.

“Don’t know, don’t care, no one can take this from me!”

Wolfie barked in response, making Wind and Hyrule laugh as they continued to run their fingers through his fur. Legend was watching them with amusement, only for Four to pull him out of the moment with several taps to his shoulder.

“What?” Legend turned to address Four, only to see Twilight standing next to them watching the rest of the group.

“You know what, I say we let them have this,” Twilight said with a grin that showed off his sharp canines, “We’ll see what happens when Time and Wild realize that isn’t me.”

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu four #lu legend #lu twilight #linkeduniverse fic #silver writes

[uncleskyrule]

Words: 947 Fandom: Linked Universe Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Four & Wild, Hyrule & Wild, Four & Hyrule & Legend & Sky & Time & Twilight & Warriors & Wild & Wind Characters: Wild, Four, Hyrule, Time Additional Tags: Modern AU, Humor, Friendship, Brotherly Bonding, POV Wild, Wild is a Little Shit, Four Has a Bad Time, Hyrule is a Little Shit, Hyrule Has a Bad Time, Time is a Little Shit, Inspired by Fanart, Summer, Swimming Pools, Tagged characters have bigger roles but everyone's here Series: Part 22 of Linktober 2022 Summary: “So,” Hyrule said, “if tomatoes are technically fruit, then—”

“Ketchup is not a smoothie,” Wild said firmly.

“Listen—” Four held his hands up— “All I’m saying is, tomatoes are fruit. Science doesn’t lie.”

Linktober 2022 Day 29: Botanical

#linked universe wild #linkeduniverse wild #LU wild #linked universe four #linkeduniverse four #lu four #linked universe hyrule #linkeduniverse hyrule #lu hyrule #linktober #linktober 2022 #reyna's ramblings #my fic #lu fic #linked universe #linked universe fic #linkeduniverse #linkeduniverse fic

[ohlookanothercartoontofallinto]

I have a random question! So I was rereading your drunken Sailor fic (one of my favorites might I add) and I have a question over this conversation!

("I downed a bottle of poison, and they thought I was dead." The sailor explained, deadpanned.

"...Gosh dang it, Sailor, AGAIN?" The old man slipped.)

What did Time mean by AGAIN!? What was the first time that this happened with the old man!? 😂 sorry if you’ve already answered this! I was just curious!!

Okay but the fact that your rereading it? Like you just had to read it once? lol Honestly when people tell me they reread it I'm so grateful but also WHY???? However I love answering any questions about it.

For your question I kind of gave you the answer in the sentence.

"The old man slipped"

If any of you have read my other works you know I tend to have Wars and Time all ready lived through the War of Ages, and while Wind has yet to do it.

The again was referring to a incident that happened in the War of Ages. When a much older Wind downed another bottle of poison accept this time it was with Wars and Mask.

Fun fact one of my original endings for this fic, was for the chain to find them, and while their taking care of the trio. Wars and Time explain they both are immune to most poisons. War is because he's rubs elbows with nobles, and that is a easy way to get ride of someone is to poison them. So he immune as a safety measure. Time would explain, that he nearly was poison as a kid, and an older brother of his protected him. Resulting in him starting the becoming immune process.

I was actually debating making this into a one shot fic after Drunken Sailor. I just ran out of time and have others that I wanted to work on.

But if you have anymore questions I love to answers them.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu #linkeduniverse wind #lu wind #linkeduniverse fic #my fanfic writing #lu fanfics #What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor #wdydwads

[hollysoda]

*grabs anyone who sees this* I have been stuck in writers block for months and need some quick little warmups. Plus I’ve seen other LU writers on this platform do this

Single word prompts for three paragraphs. GO!

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu fic #linkeduniverse fic

[linkvcr]

doodles of gratitude (part 1) by @arecaceae175 :D

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu wild #lu sky #my art #go read it. NEOW #been meaning to draw this since it came out but alas...[< forgot] #surprisingly very hard to draw a gratitude crystal going into someones body tbh #anyway. weeeeeeeeeee i love this fic so bad so far AUGHHHH #hope u like it o7

[twilightangel83]

Hello and good day to all my fellow Legend of Zelda fans!

As you may or may not be aware we in the Legend of Zelda fandom have been having some troubles when it comes to tagging on A03. Mostly that the only tags that seem to be available to tag various Links with was the Linked Universe specific tags. Which led to writers either trying to make their own tags (which no one knew how to find) or inaccurately using Linked Universe Tags. Neither of which were fair to creators writing outside of Linked Universe, or fair to the Linked Universe community (let alone JoJo herself!).

People trying to tag their non-Linked Universe fics were either scrambling to be found or blending their words in with Linked Universe works. And Linked Universe fans who were searching for Linked Universe fics ended up stumbling across fics they weren’t looking for.

So, with that in mind, I reached out to the A03 team in search of a solution. And they have gotten back to me! I am going to post a picture of their reply under the cut, but I will summarize it first.

There (now? I’m not clear if they’ve all existed before) are tags we can use for most of our various Links that aren't Linked Universe. They’re just not tags that go in the “Character” box. Instead, you put Link (Legend of Zelda) in the character box and then one (or more) of these tags into the “Additional Tags” box. The tags are ‘Link from X game’. So, for example: Link from Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom (Legend of Zelda) or Link from Twilight Princess (Legend of Zelda). If you try to put a specific Link in and they don’t exist already you’ll just have to fill it in unfortunately. And the more people use that tag the sooner it will be made into one that’s canonized.

Mind you! These tags should NOT be used for Linked Universe fanfictions. JoJo has explicitly asked that Linked Universe fanworks NOT be tagged with general Legend of Zelda tags. And that is what these are. So please leave these tags for those of us writing outside of Linked Universe.

I did a little experimenting and there seems to be a tag for every game EXCEPT;

“Link from Four Swords Adventures (Legend of Zelda)”,

"Link from Triforce Heroes (Legend of Zelda)",

“Link from The Legend of Zelda (Legend of Zelda)”,

“Link from The Adventures of Link (Legend of Zelda)”, and

“Link from Age of Calamity (Legend of Zelda)”.

There is also no tag for:

“The Hero of Men (Legend of Zelda)” (or whatever title could be used for the hero before Link from The Minish Cap)

But there are Character tags for “Ancient Hero (Legend of Zelda)” and “Hylia’s Chosen Hero (Legend of Zelda)” (who I believe is the First Hero).

The more we, as a fandom, use these tags (especially the ones that aren’t currently searchable) the more readily usable they will be.

#legend of Zelda #the legend of Zelda #linkeduniverse #linked universe #legend of Zelda fandom #loz fandom #loz #a03 #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfics #fanfictions #tagging #a03 tagging #ao3 tagging #legend of Zelda tagging #loz tagging #fanfiction tagging #the legend of Zelda tagging #proper tagging #tags to use #Link from X game tag #canonized tags #tagging canonizing #we can make the change #tagging correctly #correctly tag your fics #link from

[1caru]

for my next trick i'll make this rabbit disappear 🪄

#i've been rereading fics where legend uses his magic cloak ehehe #legend youre so cool are you free saturday #lu legend #linked universe #linkeduniverse #my art

[mischefous]

*cough cough* possibly… Legend whump? Him having a panic attack?

*sneezes*

*looks down at my screen*

-oh hey!...oh dear...someone better get Legend a blankie and some warm milk🥹

#im a sucker for Legend whump. whether it be art or fics #ill take it #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #my art #lu legend #panic attack #angst #lu whump #cw whump #whump art #whump #art requests #thank you anon! #hero of legend #digital art

[wolfy1298]

He’s still my favorite

#linkeduniverse #he is best boi #followed by Wind #I need to get back into the fics to see what I’ve missed #probably a lot of angst but I will find the happy ones

[sraksha]

Oh, no, if he started being paraded after by a group of spirit rabbits, (his traitorous mind offered up an image of them following him in a line, like ducklings after their mother,) he'd never hear the end of it. From Son of the Mountain by @indigopines

That was just so cute, i HAD TO draw it ♡

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #blupee #sraksha's art #fic fanart

[adrift-in-thyme]

I worked on the fic as promised and…it got out of hand. So instead of a snippet I’ll just give you guys the whole thing XD Thank you all for providing that extra nudge I needed to finish it!

Though there’s nothing too descriptive here, there are brief mentions of blood, injury, and captivity. So be careful and take care of yourselves <3

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There is another fae in their group.

Hyrule has sensed it since he joined this little band of heroes. Fairy magic is soft, gentle, easy to miss when it is not in concentrated amounts. But there is a strength to it, an unbreakable force that little else possesses.

While the dark arts are vicious, like a javelin through the heart, fairy magic is soothing and unshatterable. Dependable and comforting.

There are many different magical signatures amongst the men and boys who share his name. Some torn apart and melded back together into something stronger. Others as mighty as a gale force wind, or as swift and discerning as a rabbit, as decisive and resilient as a barricade. Still others as fierce as a soaring hawk, as vicious and protective as the wolves that prowl the forest, as crafty and quick as the mischievous foxes that sometimes play around Hyrule’s feet.

Hyrule keeps his eye on them all as they travel, discovering who they are, watching their tells, learning the ways their faces portray their emotions even when they attempt to cloak them. And he wonders who amongst them is a brother in more ways than shared spirit. Who among them flits on a pair of silken wings.

He wonders until the day Time breaks.

Their journey is a long, arduous one, treacherous and laden with pitfalls. It’s only natural that it would take its toll. Still, Time holds out impressively. Even while he studies him with the other heroes, Hyrule never sees that mask of his slip, never sees a chink in the armor he wears.

At least, not for the first three months of traveling together.

But then, one day, there is an accident. A simple slip up born of exhaustion. During a battle with a group of black-blooded beasts in Twilight’s Hyrule, Warriors doesn’t see a monster lunging for him. Not until it’s too late.

And when he crumples into a limp, bloodied heap, Time’s mask shatters.

He doesn’t manage to piece it back together for the rest of the day. Not when he carries Warriors back to camp. Not when he lays the captain down on his bed mat and helps Hyrule tend to him. Not even when Warriors comes to, groggy and sore but very much alive and very much himself.

The captain teases him about being over protective. Time’s answering smile is a hollow one that doesn’t reach his eyes.

The injury had been a severe one, Hyrule won’t deny that — perhaps, more so than any of them have endured thus far. But Time seems to take it the hardest of any of them. And Hyrule can’t help wondering if maybe, just maybe there is something more behind his behavior.

Could it be that Time has been feeling the overwhelming nature of this quest the same as the rest of them, caving beneath its weight but unwilling to show it?

So, during dinner that night when Time sets aside his untouched food and slips silently away, Hyrule trails after him.

He goes a short way into the surrounding forest, footsteps soft, ears pricked for any sound of disturbance. Then, he stops, casts a quick glance around him…and disappears.

Hyrule peeks out from the cover of a nearby bush, eyes wide as he stares at the place where the old man had stood. For a long moment, he remains motionless, thoughts whirring, trying to decipher what has just happened.

Hero of Hyrule or not, people don’t simply dissipate like the morning mist. Though, with Time’s seemingly endless collection of masks, he supposes something of the sort is possible. Still…

Hyrule frowns.

There is something else here, hovering in the damp night air. A familiar magic that now drifts lazily over to him in delicate wisps.

Hyrule straightens. His brows dip further.

He knows what Time’s magic looks like, smells like, feels like. It is difficult to ignore, after all, tangled and tortured as it is. Such power is meant to flow freely. But Time’s has been grasped in hands that are not his own, grasped and mangled, suffocated, stretched to its breaking point and further, morphed into something completely unlike what it must have been at the start.

It is nauseating to behold at times. Right now, however, right now Hyrule can’t bring himself to look away. Because threaded in between the heartbreak and pain are gentle strands of the faintest blue fae magic.

The traveler steps forward. His eyes travel over the trail Time’s power has left behind, leading all the way up into the highest branches of a nearby oak. If he squints, he can make out a tiny dot among the lush leaves, shimmering emerald.

His lips part in a silent “oh.” He dares to take another step forward, then another and another, wings issuing from his back as he goes, body shrinking until it too can soar up to the haven of foliage.

Time doesn’t startle when he lands quietly on the branch. He remains sitting where he is, legs hanging over the edge into the open air, wings wafting gracefully back and forth. Hyrule stares at them, almost taken aback by their beauty.

He should have expected it, he supposes. Every fairy’s pride is their wings, after all. But Time’s unforgiving plates of armor, his dull gray tunic and obsidian trousers, the glowing marks of crimson and navy blue adorning his face – they provide such a severe air. Strength, dedication to duty, and unyielding courage are what they convey.

His wings, however, they speak of softer things, fragile things held close and treasured.

They are long, sweeping along the height of Time’s body in flowing curves like those of a butterfly. Their translucent surface is colored a deep emerald and adorned with veins of pale pink. They remind Hyrule of the vibrancy of the forest after a long, hard storm; of the look of leaves when the emerging sun caresses their dewy surfaces.

He walks closer, almost enraptured by this sight. Perhaps, he should turn away from something so vulnerable. That is likely the polite thing to do. But he has traveled far beyond politeness now, mesmerized as he is by this discovery.

And when Time says, “Hello, Hyrule,” there is nothing in his tone to communicate that this is an invasion of his privacy. On the contrary, he sounds calm, unbothered. He pats the spot beside him and slowly, Hyrule settles down upon it. Their wings nearly touch.

“So, it’s you,” he says, awkward and awestruck.

A small smile quirks the old man’s lips. His gaze remains trained on the heroes gathered far, far below them. Their laughter and chatter float up to them in bubbles of murmured joy.

“Yes, it’s me,” he says, mildly, as though this meeting is no shock. As though he has been expecting it for a long while.

Silence settles for a moment as Hyrule scrambles for what else to say.

“How?” Is all he can come up with.

Time chuckles. Hyrule is certain the sound is lighter than usual.

“I’m not sure.” He cocks his head, bangs falling aside so Hyrule can see his markings. “I have theories, of course, but I have no way to prove any of them. And those who might have been able to explain are long gone.”

His voice is good-natured enough but the words carry a weight that Hyrule can feel in his soul. He ducks his head.

“I’m sorry.”

Time shrugs. “Their fates were not your doing. There is no need for you to ache for them. Or for me.” He turns now, a smile brightening his face once more. “What about you, Hyrule? What is the nature of your transformation? Were you born with it?”

“Oh, it’s just a spell,” Hyrule replies, quickly. “Though, I’ve wondered if I was born with fae blood in me. I don’t think it would’ve worked otherwise.”

Time hums, thoughtfully. He is quiet for a moment, once more staring down at their comrades.

“I wondered why I felt the presence of one of my brethren amongst the group. But it wasn’t my place to pry. Besides, I assumed it was only a matter of time before I discovered who it was. Secrets don’t stay concealed for long in a group such as ours.” He grins. “It seems you found me first, however.”

Hyrule laughs. “It sure seems that way.”

“That isn’t why you followed me though, is it?” The old man’s gaze is sharp and discerning as he pins Hyrule with it. The traveler fights not to sink into himself beneath it.

“No.” His voice is a bit smaller than he wants it to be, embarrassment sneaking into it against his will. “It isn’t.”

Time nods and looks away again. Stance relaxed, expression guarded, he waits. Hyrule swallows, gathers his courage, and continues.

“I saw how upset you were about Wars.”

Time flinches almost imperceptibly. The walls that had gone relatively low rise again so far Hyrule is taken aback by it. Yet, he plows on anyway.

If anything, Time’s reaction validates his decision further.

“And…I saw how you tried to hide it, too. And I wanted to make sure you were okay. Because you don’t, old man, you don’t have to hide what you feel.” His gaze travels to those magnificent wings again, grander than his own, yet so similar. “Or what you are.”

“It’s dangerous,” Time murmurs. “You know that, traveler.”

Perhaps, he is talking solely about feelings and the open expression of them. But Hyrule sees a bottle anyway, brimming with desperate magic, translucent sides smeared with blood and tears, it’s top shut so tightly the air has grown thin.

“Not with us,” he says, firm despite the dizzying rush of fear the memories bring. “Not with me.”

He scoots closer. His shoulder bumps against Time’s, their wings brush. Time’s next exhale catches at the end.

To anyone else such proximity would be touching enough, a display of closeness between two brothers in arms and spirit. But Hyrule knows that to fae it means even more than that.

Wings are not only the pride of the fairy people. They are also their greatest power — and their very life. To allow someone else to touch your wings so freely is a show of trust as momentous as when Time had shown them his ocarina. Not the one embued with sacred magic and given to him by Lullaby. No, the one that is even more precious to him that even that one. The one Sariah had given him so very, very, (very, very, Hyrule adds for good measure) long ago.

The stiffness that had seeped into Time’s posture eases slightly. Hyrule feels a smile stretch across his face.

The two of them grow silent, allowing the symphony of night creatures to fill the space between them. Hyrule swings his legs, back and forth, back and forth, listening to the crickets and owls singing in time with the laughter of his brothers. Time still looks down upon them.

Watching over them, Hyrule realizes with a sudden burst of warmth.

Their leader can seem cold sometimes, distant. Little had he known the depths of his love for the heroes with whom he shared a spirit of courage.

There is much, he thinks in wonder, that he doesn’t know about the old man.

Beside him, Time sighs and exhaustion permeates it. “You all aren’t going to give up on me, are you?”

Hyrule sends him a grin. “Nope. We’re not gonna stop until we know all your secrets. All of them. And we’ll know because you’re comfortable enough with us enough to share them, because we’ve earned your trust enough to be gifted them.”

Emotion burns in Time’s eye when he turns to the traveler. His face is more vulnerable than Hyrule has ever seen it before — even when Warriors fell.

“My trust isn’t easy to earn.”

“And Hyrule isn’t easy to save.”

Time holds his gaze for a long moment. Then, he smiles. It is small, almost shy, but Hyrule knows it is a gift. The first of many, if he’s lucky.

“Well, then, I suppose you’re amply prepared for such a challenge.”

Hyrule leans in closer, pride welling within him when Time returns the gesture, and his grin grows.

Yeah. He thinks, watching with wide eyes as fairy dust floats around them. I am.

We all are.

#trin writes #linked universe #linkeduniverse #linkeduniverse fic #lu time #lu hyrule #angst #but also a hearty helping of #fluff #fairy time au #hehe that’s a tag now #I had so much fun with this #I never write time and hyrule as a duo #which is a shame cause I love their dynamic #so I loved getting a chance to do it here #also #it’s always a joy getting one of the boys to support time #he needs comfort too darn it and he’s gonna get it whether he likes it or not

[silverdragon-imagines-blog]

Satori’s Blessing

[Finally finished the follower raffle fic for @wayward-lotus , thank you for being so patient with me. This is pretty much just fluff. And I’ll be putting this on AO3 later on today. I hope you enjoy ^u^]

The group had ended up on a mountain; one Wild seemed to both know and be very excited by, if his bouncing in place and large smile were any indications. It was later in the day by now, and after traveling first through a vast expanse of land and then a disorienting trip through a portal, they had decided that it was as good a time as any to make camp for the night. Wild led the way between three large rocks that made up the pointed tip of the mountain. From the inside, there were three well-trodden paths with a cooking pot on top of a pile of ash.

“This is a good spot to rest for the night; besides, there’s lots more to see up here when it gets dark.”

“Not that I don’t believe you,” Legend spoke, sitting close to the pot and looking up at Wild’s grinning face, “but I don’t believe you.”

Wild laughed, setting up an area to prep the food for dinner in the center of the three rock spires. They all started conversing amongst themselves as Wild finished and passed around dinner as the sun slowly set over the horizon. Wild hummed to himself, putting things away and cleaning up everything left over from dinner.

“So, what’s so great about this mountain? You got super excited when you realized we were here,” Wind questioned.

“Well, besides the ridiculous amount of useful resources here, there’s something special that you can see on rare nights beyond this peak. I have a good feeling about tonight,” Wild explained, setting the now clean cooking pot down with some finality. 

“I’ll admit, there’s a… feeling, I guess,” Hyrule spoke, closing his eyes and setting his hands on the ground, “Something is definitely here. Something with powerful magic.”

“Good or bad?” Four poked Hyrule, the traveler batting Four’s hand away with a chuckle.

“Neutral? I’m not sure, but it isn’t dark magic.”

“Well,” Time spoke up, rumbling voice gaining everyone’s attention, “we’re staying the night anyway, may as well see if we can spot what you mentioned, Champion.”

Wild nodded as he sat against one of the tall rocks and stared at the world beyond. Conversation flowed soon after, talking about other areas with similar magical feelings. Twilight mentioned the Lost Woods of his era, how the skull kid that resided there was mischievous but not an enemy. Sky talked about three dragons' lairs and a sky deity that could have been similar. Four mentioned the Minish, while the others shrugged with little to offer. Soon, the stars shone brightly despite the fire blazing between the group members as they talked long into the night. Then, slowly creeping in, a strange teal mist began to pour into the clearing. Wild sat up with a grin, then stood slowly and motioned for everyone to quiet down. As they noticed the mist, they stood up, following Wild’s lead to stay quiet.

Looking down the path between two rocks, they spotted a glowing blue creature with a face like an owl and two long feathered antennae coming out of the fur on its head. It peered at the group with beady gold eyes but did not seem frightened by the sight of the group. It came closer, repeatedly stopping to cock its head as though thinking or questioning them all. Hyrule was the first to move, stepping next to Wild and getting down on one knee to get closer, extending a hand to the creature. It went right up to him, sniffing curiously at his hand and lightly brushing its face against it. Hyrule smiled wide, Wild slowly taking out his slate to photograph the scene.

“What is that?” Wind whispered the question, and Wild held the slate in a hand as he turned to the Sailor.

“A Blupee. I think they’re drawn to magical locations.”

“They’re beautiful,” Hyrule whispered, petting the top of the Blupee’s head.

The Blupee closed its eyes as the hero petted it, then turned and walked toward the end of the path, where the teal-colored mist was coming from. It turned to them as though waiting. Hyrule took no time to stand and walk forward, the others following closely behind, eyes sparkling in wonder.

When they passed the rocks, the group found themselves overlooking a small pond that Blupees surrounded, with cherry blossoms steadily drifting from the tree at the water's edge. And in the very center of the water, looking up at the group, was what looked, at least in part, to be a horse. But that didn’t do the creature justice. Its body was cloaked in a teal-blue light, with lines and shapes of light blue wrapping around it. Its mane and tail were long, the mane covering and wrapping around the creature’s neck. It had the same antennae that the Blupees did, but its face was not one of an owl’s. Instead, it had long ears that hung at the sides of its face and a long patch of fur that hung from the center of its face that seemed to act as its mouth. It had four golden eyes that shone like stars, watching as the heroes entered its domain. 

“It’s beautiful,” Twilight breathed out at the sight, and several of the Links nodded in agreement.

“What’s that in the middle of the pond?” Wars asked.

“Oh, that’s the Lord of the Mountain. A spirit that protects Mount Satori,” Wild explained, taking a seat at the edge of the water, cross-legged, “Some travelers believe that the Lord is a nature spirit and that they are here to help mend the land after the Calamity.”

“So, the Blupees?” Legend asked, kneeling down near Wild.

“Think of them like Fairies are to the Great Fairies. They’re like helpers.”

A Blupee approached the two by the water, occasionally pausing to watch and tilt its head. Legend watched in turn, tilting his head like it was. When the Blupee got close enough, it stood up on its hind legs, leaning with its forepaws on Legend’s side. Legend watched it, making eye contact with the Blupee, holding still. The Blupee slowly closes its eyes, then opens them, Legend copying the action. That was when a small group of Blupees also approached, practically running and knocking into Legend’s back as they started to climb him.

“Hey!”

Legend didn’t get much time to yell as he ungracefully fell forward onto his face, hair barely brushing the water’s edge. Laughter erupted as the other Links saw Legend's predicament. Wind fell to the ground in a fit of laughter, practically rolling on the ground with the force of it. Wild reached out to scratch a Blupees head, chuckling to himself. 

“They’re pretty cute,” Four spoke, sitting next to the downed Legend and petting another Blupee on the back. The Blupee in question turned to Four and jumped to his lap, nestling in and closing its eyes. 

A few more Blupees were brave, trotting up to Time and Hyrule, pawing at them as though to be picked up. Hyrule smiled, happily bending down to pick them up, and holding them close to his chest as he walked toward the trio by the water. Time merely reached down to pat the Blupee’s head, but the Blupee was not satisfied, jumping up Time’s arm before he could fully pull away. The Blupee took up residence on Time’s shoulder, and Twilight chuckled at his mentor, scratching the Blupee between its antenna.

The remaining group approached the water, Wind kneeling down and dipping a hand into the water. Mere moments after Wind had done this, a low humming noise began. Sky looked up, watching the Lord of the Mountain turn toward the group, watching them unblinkingly. Wild nudged the Blupees off of Legend, helping him sit up in time to watch as the Lord of the Mountain gracefully walked toward them, the water barely shifting with each step. When the Lord of the Mountain was a single step away, the Lord stopped and watched them. The low humming grew louder.

“Heroes across time and space,” a voice echoed, “I, Satori, welcome you to this sacred place. Though you came here unnaturally, know that you will not be harmed, not while I am here.”

“Thank you, Satori,” Time spoke, giving a short bow as the Blupee on his shoulder moved to keep balance, “We will only be staying the night nearby.”

A soft breeze blew, almost like laughter.

“There is no need for formalities here, Hero of Time. You may stay as long as you need and take with you the resources the mountain has to offer you for your journey.”

“It’s very appreciated,” Warriors spoke up, smiling.

Satori nodded, then closed their eyes.

“I wish to bestow upon your group a blessing.” Satori spoke, and the humming quieted, settling over the space like the teal mist around them as Satori’s markings began to glow, “With the powers invested in me, may the wilderness provide you with all that you need, may the moonlight your way at night and the stars shine as a silent comfort. May the road that stretches before you not challenge you and may the ocean waves not toss you from safety. With the powers instilled in my spring, I bless you, heroes, that all these things come to pass.”

The humming ceased, and with a single blink, Satori vanished with all the Blupees that had surrounded them disappearing as though they were never there. In the distance, they could see the sky starting to lighten.

“Let’s just sleep for a while. We can stay here until we’re all fully rested,” Time stated, and none of the heroes disagreed.

They all slept peacefully, without the need for a watch shift as Satori promised them that as long as they were here, they would always be safe.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #linkeduniverse fic #lu fic #lu wild #lu ensemble #silver writes

[mizaruwu]

"hey! give it back"

"I don't think you should keep using this"

#fics about warriors and time(mask) are so good #I should go read some again sometimes #their dynamic is so auuughggfjhgdsgh #wars meeting mask before time #or wars meeting mask after time #throw wind into the story too and I will evaporate #I eat that plot up #is so good #whether they recognize each other or not #coming to terms with how their dynamic shifts #I explode #if any of y'all have fic recs PLEASE send me some #I've been away from the fandom for a while #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu warriors #lu time #lu mask #hyrule warriors #my art

[ohlookanothercartoontofallinto]

It’s been over a month sense I finished my Fic What Do you Do with A Drunken Sailor. And all I have to say is WHAT THE FLIP WHERE THAT ENEGY GO! I WOULD LIKE THAT BACK PLEASE! Honestly I just want to finish my fic with half the chain turning into toddlers WHY IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK! 

#linkeduniverse fic #linkeduniverse wind #linkeduniverse

[hollysoda]

Hey since I’m in a writing kick right now I’m taking short fic requests. Just send me a single word prompt and I’ll make something LU related that’s probably 3-6 paragraphs long

Also feel free to specify a character so I don’t just gravitate towards either Wind or Wild like I always do-

(As always, nothing nsfw!)

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