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thepinklink · 1 month

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@skyward-floored made this post the other day and it gave me ideas. As it is 3,000 words long, I thought it’d be too long for a reblog, so here we are. Thank you for the inspiration, and I hope you like it, Peggy!! ❤️

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“So, what was he like?” Warriors asks conversationally as he sits down before the fire, settling down to eat his dinner of rice.

Marin looks up from her own bowl and hums a questioning acknowledgment. “Mm?”

“You mentioned you knew another Link before.” Warriors shoves a spoonful of rice in his mouth. “What was he like?”

Marin nods, and ponders for a second, a dreamy glaze over her eyes. Warriors recognizes it in the other soldiers he talks to when they mention the loved ones they left behind. Marin opens her mouth as if to speak, the words still evading her for a moment. When they come, they’re wrapped tenderly in admiration and wistfulness.

“He was…like a dream. He was…he was everything I was missing. I told him that I wished I could fly, and he made me feel that I could. I told him I wanted to see the world, and he became it for me, and I saw him every day. His hands were rough and calloused, but he chose not to be calloused in character. He looked at me like I was everything, and he was smart and he was kind and you could see it all in his eyes. And those eyes, they were blue, bluer than the sea where it kisses the sky on the horizon.” She smiled, face turned towards the sky, mind far away from the campfire.

Warriors doesn’t know what to say. He’s heard a lot of people gush about their loved ones, but there is something about the way Marin speaks, careful and sure, that surprises him. He feels he shouldn’t be hearing this—like it was meant for her Link’s ears only, and he was eavesdropping. He’s saved the trouble of an initial response when Marin speaks again.

“I can still hear him so clearly. I can still feel his hair beneath my fingers. I remember him so well…but it all feels like a dream, I feel…that it all *was* a dream, im a way. And, verily, all dreams must come to an end. I wonder if he remembers me, and I wonder if he misses me as badly as I miss him. I’m sure he’s got better things to worry about. But…maybe that’s better. If I hurt this badly, I don’t want him to feel it at all. He told me stories of his past, and he’s lost so much and gained so little…it would be better if he didn’t remember me and was saved the pain of missing me. But then…I wish he did remember me. We loved each other…I hope he remembers me as fondly as I do him.” Marin looks at Warriors, browns eyes brimming with heartache. “Is that selfish?”

Her expression is pleading—silently begging for an answer Warriors is certain he has no business giving. But he can’t leave her hanging. He swallows.

“No. I don’t think it’s selfish. I think…I think he thinks the same thing. I think he lies awake at night, and thinks about you. I think he carries you with him everywhere, in a way, and I think that in a world full of gold and glory and titles, you are his greatest treasure. And I think it will always be that way, for him.”

The lapse in conversation is taken over by the crackle of the fire, and for a few minutes Warriors just watches the sparks curl up towards the night sky. Eventually, with a sniffle, Marin speaks again.

“You Links…you’re all the same, aren’t you?” She says with a watery laugh. “So caring and sensitive. You and him would have gotten along well.”

Warriors chuckles. “I’ll take your word for it.”

* * *

It’s Legend.

Warriors knows as soon as he meets him. They shake hands, and then Warriors finds himself staring into a pair of bright blue eyes.

Blue eyes, as blue as where the sea kisses the sky on the horizon.

They’re sharp, too, Warriors can see Legend taking in a thousand little details even in the brief second they make eye contact, and then introductions continue and Warriors is left reeling under the feeling of having met a ghost.

Later, he talks himself off that ledge. He’s paranoid—as soon as he heard they were all named Link, he’d been on the lookout. He was just paranoid, looking for the first guy who matched Marin’s description, when it was an unrealistic endeavor anyways. Marin hadn’t mentioned any defining physical traits—all the Links had blue eyes, the same blue eyes, in fact, and calloused hands. Everything else had been regarding his character, the way he treated her and made her feel. And Warriors definitely wasn’t getting any first-hand examples of those.

As the weeks go by and Warriors gets to know them all, he ignores the insistent instinct that Marin’s lover is Legend and instead analyses everyone else. And they all fall epically and tragically short. Wind was talkative and never mentioned a Marin, despite telling plenty of stories all staged at sea, and if Warriors was understanding things correctly, Wind was close to a pirate girl named Tetra. Nothing romantic, per se, but everything about Wind simply had the wrong…vibe. That was all Warriors could really argue. Since Marin never mentioned physical traits, it could have been any of them, really, leaving Warriors main method of deduction as whatever his gut was feeling.

Wild ruled himself out with his own Zelda, and most of his story came out fairly early in their journey and no Marin was ever mentioned. Twilight spoke of a girl who had broken his heart, and his melancholy demeanor didn’t match the wistful longing Warriors thought he should have had. Sky was happily courting, Hyrule much too shy, and Four too active and analytical.

Warriors briefly thought it could be Time—he spoke of his wife with utmost adoration. But then they met her, and although Warriors was surprised at her strange likeness to Marin, knew it definitely wasn’t Time.

Which left, as Warriors had originally and always known, Legend. And it only grew more obvious as the time passed.

He guessed exactly who Time married, because he loved someone near the same. He could be snarky and bold when he talked to them, ruthless and calculated in a fight, but Warriors saw the way he interacted with kids and people in the villages they stayed at or passed through. It was as if he’d flipped a switch, and suddenly he was the gentlest and softest person Warriors had ever met. Meeting him in person strengthens the way Marin had described him—hands rough and calloused by his past and traumas, but he chose purposely not to let it sour his character. And he did it all at the ripe age of 18.

All of this, of course, fell into place weeks after their initial meeting, and when it finally did Warriors was left with an entirely new problem: getting Legend to confirm it.

He knew in his heart, sure, that Legend was in fact the Link Marin had loved so deeply. But he could only be 99% sure. That last one percent would come as soon as Legend mentioned her, but Warriors is impatient to wait for it to happen organically. But he also doesn’t want to just walk up to him and mention it—he respects Legend, sure, but that isn’t enough to bridge the gap of familiarity. It isn’t enough to explain the awful feeling Warriors has. It isn’t enough to cover the possibility—probability—that if Warriors is too impatient, it could lead to insensitivity and the last thing Warriors wants to do is dredge up bad memories when Legend is caught in a place where he can’t run.

Ultimately, Warriors can only wait. No matter how anxious he is, he places his money on the goddesses having everything planned out already, and his chance will come when it comes. Which it does, and sooner than the Captain expected.

Months have passed since they first met, and the group has grown much closer. Close enough to rifle through each other’s things, poke and prod at other, compete for largest scar and in general, act very much like brothers. And Warriors has grown to consider them so; in a way he never has with anyone else, Warriors loves them as if they are all of the same flesh and blood. And after that, his mission is no longer delivering one last message. It is giving his brother a vital piece of information. He no longer owes it to him because of Marin or out of perceived obligation. He owes it to him because to keep it to himself would be to lie to his brother.

Well. Maybe not directly, but still. It would feel like lying.

Thus, one warm and humid evening somewhere in Time’s Hyrule, deep in some woods somewhere, when Legend stands up and stretches and declares he’s going on patrol, Warriors jumps straight the chance to accompany him. The silence is peaceable at first, and the two heroes walk through the woods, eyes peeled and ears open for any sign of monsters. The camp noises fade far behind them, replaced by the sounds of a forest preparing for bed. It’s broken when Legend stops abruptly.

“What?” Warriors asks, stopping too and looking around. “Did you see something?”

“What do you want?”

Warriors stops and looks at Legend. “What?”

“What do you want?” Legend repeats, eyes boring into Warriors’ soul. They betray no sign of hostility or wariness, and neither does Legend’s tone. It’s short and to the point. “I can tell you’ve got something on your mind. You have since we first met. I thought you must have recognized me, but I know I’ve never seen you before in my life. So what is it?”

Warriors blinks. Damn, the kid is perceptive. He struggles to find the words, everything sounding too soon, too indifferent, too harsh. Shouldn’t there have been a more gentle lead up to this? Then again, Warriors has no idea how he would have achieved that, either.

“Spit it out,” Legend says impatiently. “I’m not a little kid, I can take it. Are you mad I smeared mud on your face the other day? Because if that’s the case I’m not apologizing, I was perfectly justified—“

“Marin.” Warriors says, and Legend’s jaw snaps shut. His whole body stiffens, something flickers in his eyes—good natured annoyance turns to fear, ever so briefly, before he relaxes again. He’s deadly calm now, attention completely on Warriors. He doesn’t say anything, so Warriors keeps going.

“I met a girl during the war. Her name was Marin. She had red hair and a blue and purple dress and she could sing like no one else. When we met, and I told her my name, she smiled and said that she knew a Link, once. That was you, wasn’t it?”

Legend nods stiffly. Warriors hesitates. Again, words evade him. Legend doesn’t care.

“That’s not everything.” His voice is almost monotone. “Tell me.”

Warriors opens his mouth. No words come out.

“Captain.” It’s harsh this time, almost anxious. “Say it.”

“…She’s gone.”

* * *

“Spit it out. I’m not a little kid, I can take it. Are you mad I smeared mud on your face the other day? Because if that’s the case I’m not apologizing, I was perfectly justified—“

“Marin.”

Legend hates the cold shock that shudders through his whole body when Warriors says it. He forces himself to stay calm, taking a deep breath and exhaling through his nose. His silence prompts Warriors to continue.

Legend nods. He can tell that isn’t what Warriors wanted to tell him. Not all of it, anyway.

“That’s not everything. Tell me.”

Silence.

“Captain.” He feels the faint tendrils of desperation prickling at his heart. “Say it.”

“…She’s gone.”

Legend doesn’t understand at first. Maybe, unconsciously, he doesn’t want to understand.

“What? Of course she is. She…she has been, for awhile now, and she clearly isn’t here—“

“Legend. She’s dead.”

There’s no way he can misunderstand that. He can’t feel the rest of his body. He just keeps standing there, staring hardly at Warriors’ face.

“What.”

“She…she died, Legend. I’m sorry. She fought long and hard, but ultimately the enemy overtook her. She didn’t…she didn’t even have a chance.”

Legend keeps staring at him for a second, and then he shifts his gaze to the ground. He feels sick. He’s shaky and weak, and after a minute, he just sits down.

Warriors knew Marin during his war. Which meant she survived. Somehow, she had survived Koholint, even though it was a dream.

And then she died in that war.

The irony. It’s so ironic, in a sick and twisted way, he can taste it. Uncalled for, a chuckle escapes him, and then a soft laugh, and then he’s just cackling outright, loud, humorless laughter because of course she survived. Of course the Windfish would spare her, of course Legend find that out in an information of her death somewhere else.

Of course Legend would only find out that he didn’t kill her after she had died at someone else’s hand.

He laughs, and he laughs, and he laughs until Warriors is shaking his shoulders and telling him to snap out of it. He does his best, but ultimately all he can do is grasp Warriors’ forearms and look into his eyes, still chuckling breathlessly.

“…Of course.” He says. Warriors looks genuinely afraid of what Legend will say next. “Of course, the goddesses would let me blame myself. Of course they would let me spend all this time hating myself, until they knew there was no way she could distract me.”

Warriors is visibly confused. “What?”

“That’s got to be it…right? There’s nothing…I don’t know why else they would do this. How…could I be so damn unlucky? I’ve lost her twice. How do I keep doing this?” He laughs again, but when it fades out he’s too short of breath and his eyes burn. Scalding tears sear his cheeks, and he doesn’t know if he’ll survive how badly his heart hurts. Not again.

Warriors shifts to tuck him completely against his chest, holding him tightly, as if he could absorb the pain somehow.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs into Legend hair. “I’m so sorry.”

* * *

Legend cries for a long time, and violently enough that Warriors wonders if he’s getting enough air. They’re incredibly vulnerable here, and when Warriors hears something approaching through the woods, he jumps up and very nearly stabs Wolfie as he jumps through the bushes. Wild is close behind him, and once Warriors knows it’s just them he returns to Legend.

“Whoa!” Wild yelps softly as he sees Warriors gathers the limp and unyielding Veteran into a bridal carry. “Is he—“

“He’s not injured.” Warriors assures him, shifting his hold on Legend so it’s more comfortable for them both. “He just heard some pretty shocking news and it hit hard.”

Wild nods, understanding immediately and offering no further inquiries.

“You guys have been gone so long we started to worry. Supper’s way past over and we were about to get ready for bed when we realized you hadn’t returned, so we split up and went searching,” Wild explains his sudden appearance.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to cause any trouble.” Warriors apologizes sincerely.

“It’s alright. Just as long as no one’s hurt.”

The walk back is silent, and Warriors has never been so glad to see bed rolls surrounding a campfire. Legend isn’t asleep, but he’s sluggish and almost unresponsive. Wild digs his bed roll from his bag while Warriors coaxes him to at least take off his boots, and then as soon as he’s tucked into his bed roll, he’s asleep. Warriors, searching to offer a little bit more comfort, undoes his scarf and lays it over the Veteran like a blanket. He doesn’t know that it will actually do much in the way of support, but it makes him feel better so he leaves it.

Warriors himself stays awake until every searching member of the chain has returned, just to explain what took them so long. Any anger at the inconvenient scare dissipates upon hearing how it came to be, and seeing the Veteran curled up in his bed roll. Arguably, they can’t really tell by his face that he’s been distressed—but the fact that he was already asleep when they all got back, and that he remained asleep throughout the remainder of bedtime prep, spoke for itself. Even though Warriors didn’t say exactly what Legend was told, the weight of the situation falls on them all, and except to establish watches, no more words are spoken for the rest of the night.

* * *

Not a word passes Legend’s lips for a week. His mood seems to shift through the days; at first he is almost angry, going everywhere and about everything with a hard purpose, refusing to let his emotions get the better of him. And then one day, he loses that battle as soon as he wakes up, and is the last one for the rest of the week. The last one to get out of bed, the last one to pack up, the last one to start and the last one to stop.

The others do their best to accommodate him, no matter how much time they lose. They can tell he’s trying, even when he’s too tired to. They’ve all been there, in some way, at some point in time. They all give him space, they do their best to silently convey that they’re there for him when he wants to reach out.

Everyone, that is, save Wind. And it is Wind, surprisingly, who breaks him out of it all.

He’s annoying, at first, sticking to Legend’s side like glue and chattering away at every hour of the say. Legend comes very close to strangling him more than once, but that all fades with the anger. The week continues, and Wind’s constant talking fills the silence, the lighthouse on the hill during a storm. He doesn’t realize it until later, but Wind was always helping hold him together. His every story, his every mundane topic was all meant to keep Legend from getting trapped in his own head. From forgetting the feeling of grass beneath his boots and the sound of his brothers as they all walked on.

An evening almost seven days exactly from that first, Legend is sitting in front of the fire, leaned against a log. Wind sits on the log next to him. For the first time in a week, the Sailor is quiet, and not because his mouth is full of food. Then,

“What was she like?”

The question is a violent shift from anything else Wind had said before. His cheery, story-telling tone is gone, replaced instead with tentativeness. It’s soft and curious, worried he’s overstepped. Legend glances around the fire, and the rest of the Chain has all stopped. There’s some tension as they wait for Legend’s response, unsure if he’ll answer or if it will have a negative effect. Legend’s eyes settled back on the fire and he sighs.

“She was my everything.” He looks at Wind, who is watching him with rapt attention. “You would have liked her.”

He doesn’t know what else to say. Words can’t really describe her, anyways.

“Could she sing?” Wind asks. Legend nods.

“Yes, she could sing.”

“What did she look like?”

“…She had red hair, and big brown eyes, and she could get anything out of me with those eyes.”

Wind laughs. “She sounds like Malon.”

Legend smiles. “She was a lot like Malon. Of Malon were a goddess, they’d be almost the same.” He looks at Time. “No offense, Old Man.”

“None taken,” Time says softly, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

A comfortable silence settles over the camp for a few moments.

“She once asked me if it was selfish of her to hope you remembered her.” Warriors says suddenly. “I said it wasn’t.”

Legend nods again. “You were right.” He looks up at the unfamiliar stars, and wonders if she now knows he never forgot.

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estelian-01 · 29 days

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another day another art!!! This one’s for @hotcheetohatredwastaken! This one is from an awesome scene from “Blood Drops on Roses!” If you haven’t read it yet I highly recommend it!!!

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l3ominor · 10 months

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eyo! I'm here with a comic!

this is for a Fic written by triforce-of-mischief as a part of her Overcome Series, which I highly recommend!

here's the link to the fic this is based off of! (if you don't have an AO3 account, you won't be able to read it)

#linked universe #lu #lu legend #lu warriors #overcome #lu fanart #lu fanfiction #I spent a week on this comic #ten hours a day min #my art tablet is dead XD #seriously though #go read Overcome #it's incredible!#tw blood #tw needle

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lilacsareinbloomagain · 4 months

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Heyo! May I request platonic yandere chain with reader? But instead of isekai like normal the reader is actually a destructive spirit or deity that was reawakened by either Dark Link or Ganon? Anywhoooo I hope you’re having a great week- mine was filled with exams lmfaooooo

Thanks for requesting anon! I really hope you had good results from those exams!

Notes: My week was okay, thank you for asking!!

I really let out my imagination out on this one, hope you'll like it.

BTW, take this as a part on the back for getting through your week.

I feel like I made the yandereness on this one so light, I'm sorry

-> Reader can't bring themselves to remember anyone's names so just remembers their most striking characteristics in their opinion.

-> It's been a while since I've read the comic, so Time keeping FD's mask on his belt for safety measures (since it's the most dangerous one and he can't lose it) is merely a headcanon of mine.

-> Reader is a menace who has questionable intellect (AKA a chaotic, pyromaniac, destructive entity being forced to be nice to others by the good guys™).

-> I left the end ambiguous, so you guys can decide if reader was either truly tamed or is still a menace who Time has to keep on check so they won't be too cruel on their "pranks".

-> Reader also magically rearranged Time's ocarina so each hole would play different a different sound at some point, so he literally had to re-learn where each note was so that he could go back to playing his songs again.

-> Reader slept for more than Time and Wild both and doesn't know a thing about the Zelda lore other than the Golden goddesses.

TWs: Light platonic yanderism, mention of burns, mentions of fire and arson, mentions of loud noises, basically just reader being an absolute hazard to anyone and everyone.

Platonic yandere! Chain x Reader

Debt to pay.

People from your time used to say that one could sooner move a mountain from it's resting place rather than tame your natural ways.

You wouldn't say you were a deity, per say, you thrived on chaos and setbacks, a living annoyance to the poor living things that breathed the same air as you, and roamed the earth by the same time you did.

It was in your nature to be destructive, yes, but you never wanted destruction, at least not full extinction. The darkness and the light were both two sides of the same rupee, they were one just like the other, beings of both sides would react the exact identical way to having their butts lit on fire. So, of course, you weren't one to pick and choose who you'd go after each day.

Thing is, most people didn't understand that —if anyone at all— so everyone just assumed you were a being of pure darkness, even if you actually saw yourself as more of a dark gray entity from a moral chart perspective.

And that was how you got yourself “killed”, if that's even the right thing to call it.

Somehow, no one seemed to care much when you lit whole villages on fire and made all of the walls of full-on castles start dissing out pure electricity, but they almost dislocated their jaws the moment you decided to do a silly trick and turn all of their lovely goddesses statues upside down for a day.

As if those same goddesses hadn't just ignored all of their prayers in the last hundreds of years you spent freely making their lives miserable.

You were stored in a vase. Not even a cool cool one. A plain clay vase deep within a temple under the ground. If you could choose, you'd have preferred something more majestic and up to the level of your power, but then again, it wasn't like you were in place to say anything in your defense.

Sometimes you just wondered how your small group of worshipers were. They probably weren't the best people out there, if you could say so yourself, but you were still curious if they ended up having similar fates to yours.

A long, long time later, you were "revived", for the same reason you were "killed".

Not the best choice on the part of whoever went through the trouble of doing all that, but who were you to judge? Or even to complain?

From what you could get from the boring evil monologue the guy in front of you was giving after having just woken you up from the longest nap you've ever had —since you couldn't really die— the guy wanted you to aid him in his quest to kill some other guys and take over the world or some boring nefarious plan like that.

You couldn't recall any of the names he just said, though, so you could only guess that you had either slept for a pretty damn long time, or you were in an entirely different world on itself.

Before you could fully decide on one of the two possibilities, the red guy sent you to fight against that group of guys he was talking about, seven men with varying shades of blonde hair along with two guys who weren't blond at all.

Perhaps you could have admired the strength of the red guy's magic, to just bring you out of your sleep like that and already straight up teleport you.

Thing is, you didn't really care enough to do that, you just did whatever you wanted the moment you realized you were fully conscious and in a physical body once again.

Were you chaotic and very much possibly evil? Yes. Were you stupid, however? Kinda No.

So the moment the opportunity presented itself, you followed those guys around, gathering information. Taking notice also of that one shadow looking dude, who was following them around just like you, seemingly with the intention of making their lives hell.

Maybe he'd be an interesting being to interact with, if he wasn't as prickly as a damn cactus. You swore you couldn't even approach the guy without him reacting like a startled cat, pointing his flimsy sword straight to your face. You swore to yourself you'd break that thing in half one of these days.

And so you set your sights fully on the blond —and the not so blond— guys, taking your time to also play around with the villages they went to and toy with the monster camps they passed by.

Of course, you couldn't just ignore the massively ominous aura drifting from the masks that one of the taller blondies carried around. Your hands itched to get a grasp on those things, whatever was sealed inside it was magical and possibly powerful, and the possibilities sent your mind on quite a dangerous frenzy.

The thing that made you a bit disappointed, however, was how long it took for them to notice your presence.

At some point you decided to start giving them some more obvious hints that what was following them wasn't friendly.

They seemed to really like bomb bags, which wasn't exactly safe for them when you could randomly activate those at will.

Also, you couldn't control the rain or storms, of course, but you definitely could attract lightning, especially since they all seemed to enjoy carrying around those identical metal swords.

Sometimes you just liked to pull on their hair and make knots on them, given that some had really long hair.

The wolf guy had a horse, one you could just startle really easily. Although you didn't have the result you wanted, since the wolf guy wasn't sent flying the moment his horse went crazy.

You caught him later, though. Making loud, high pitched noises to absolutely blow away his senses the moment he turned into a wolf to try and chase you down.

The fire that the short guy was using to mend a weapon randomly became overly strong, enough to have burned his whole arm, if he hadn't pulled away quick enough.

The scarf of the other one just one day became a bit too hard around his neck. It's a good thing for him that he was quick enough to pull it off his neck before he suffocated.

You watched as the one with pink hair almost had a breakdown, as all his colorful, shiny little trinkets and accessories having become dulled, turning completely pitch black, no traces of their original colors or magic left.

The kid tried to control the wind, only to have it blown straight back to his face, bringing leaves and sand with it.

You made sure their cook accidentally poured a bit too much pepper in their food, or salt, even sugar, if you felt like it.

The brown haired one suddenly lost control of his magic, what was supposed to heal their wounds ended up dyeing their hair blue for days on end.

That other guy who always overslept felt his pillow being pulled from under his head at random times through his nights.

And the tall guy's masks have all suddenly decided to disappear.

“Okay. Something is going on here. And it's not something natural.” Time sighed, looking around the camp, tired and worried, concerned.

Wild’s hair was an absolute mess and seemed to have caught on fire at some point, Warriors was glaring at his scarf, keeping it as far from his —almost purple— neck as possible. Wind had his hair almost as messy as Wild's, full of leaves and dirt, he was pretty sure there were also some bugs around it, his cheek had a thin cut from a sharp little rock.

Twilight was occupied comforting Epona, although the both of them seemed quite shaken up by something.

Four had some burns around the tips of his fingers, his hair usual blond hair now stained with blue, Hyrule sitting beside him with a frown, bandaging his hands rather than using his healing magic like he normally would.

Sky wasn't far from the two, almost dozing off despite the migraine that had settled behinds his eyes, which were now dotted with heavy bags from sleepless nights. Legend's terrible mood did not seem to disturb his need for a nap.

“Oh, really?” Legend almost growled back, positively fuming with barely contained rage gleaming in his eyes.

“Vet, I am not your enemy here, but once we find out who is doing this, you can direct your anger towards whoever they are.” Time shot a look to the other.

“That is, if it's even a person doing this. It might be some kind of monster.” Warriors commented.

“One thing we're sure of is that there's magic involved in this.” Hyrule spoke up, finished with the bandaging.

“I don't even know why you're so mad, Leg, you were possibly the least affected by this.” Four complained, eyebrows furrowed with stress. Even as a blacksmith, he was never a fan of getting burned, especially not being caught off guard like that!

“Agreed.” Wild was the next to speak, not bothering to brush the soot out of his hair. It wasn't quite the first time he almost been exploded, after all, even though the experience didn't get any better no matter how many times he went through it.

“You're really saying that, even though the kid only got a burst of wind to the face.”

“Ay! Mind your own business, Legend!” Wind sprung up in defense of himself, already looking to be tense prior to the attack, as the two began arguing.

While the group was in quite the mess, you took your chances to go ahead and approach stealthily to attempt to take the mask you were so curious about. Said mask being the last one you hadn't stolen borrowed yet, since the tall guy seemed to have noticed his other masks disappearances and decided to take extra means of protection towards that one.

In your opinion, your risks were all carefully thought out and calculated, however, you seemed to have completely forgotten about a certain wolf guy at the edge of the camp, standing beside his horse and looking straight at you.

You managed to grab the mask from the taller guy's belt! But at what price..?

Before you could even manage to turn around and run away with it, a hand shot out, hooking on the back of the collar of your shirt, pushing you to the ground in a second. And in another second, there was a blade shoved right in front of your face.

Goddammit.

You barely paid any attention to all the yelling, too occupied hugging your newly acquired possession tightly to your chest.

“Hand me that mask. Now.” A voice right behind you demanded, yet you still didn't move.

“No.”

The sword in front of you seemed to inch just slightly closer to your neck.

“At least tell me what it is, first!” You asked, a bit more squirmy, not at all comfortable with the vulnerability you had right now, since it seemed like that long sleep left you with a bit less power than you used to have, clearly a precaution, should you ever gain you body back. It was smart from your captors, but very much annoying for you.

“None of your business, now give me back my mask!” The tall guy —now in front of you— stressed. You could tell that his restlessness was hinting towards just how near he was to the end of his wits.

“If this piece of porcelain is as powerful as it seems, then yes, yes it is my business!”

It wasn't, not really, but you were too curious to just give up on information just like that.

The tall guy went quiet for a second before he finally replied, going with a question instead of actually giving you an answer like you were expecting from him.

“How do you know how powerful it is?”

“None of your business.” You threw his own words back at him and now the dull side of the sword was suddenly pressing up pretty uncomfortably against your skin, burning you. “Okay, fine, I'll tell you.”

And that was how you met the Links, and also how you became chained to them, unable to leave. After all, you did have to pay them back for all that you did to every single one of them.

But, for some reason, that simple dept seemed to only to get bigger the longer you spent time with them, despite the fact you weren't doing anything entirely wrong…

At least, that was the excuse they gave to you, yet something in you made you feel like that wasn't the full truth.

Extra (This happened)

Time: give me back my shit

Reader: nuh-uh

Time: fym nuh-uh

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cyanferret21 · 7 months

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Child of lightning AU

Our first look at Wild’s full body design of his dragon form!!!

This piece is my most favourite one out of all I did so far for this my au) Love my little lizard boy!

#two posts at the same time?#no I don’t know her #linked universe wild #linked universe fanart #linked universe fanfic #child of lightning au #lu wild #lu fanfiction #cyan ferret art

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breannasfluff · 9 months

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Anyone remember this post?

For my next tumblr milestone, I was thinking of writing a fic with a beginning, end, and open “chunks” for each Linked Universe character in the middle. Then you can pick whichever hero you want and write what’s happening off screen!

Long or short wouldn’t matter, and artists could draw a scene if they wanted to participate. Pick the same character as someone else? Who cares! Everyone does it their own way!

Thoughts? (Please share to spread the word!)

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu time #lu sky #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu wild #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu four #lu wind #write this in your style #lu wtiys #breannasfluff #lu fanfiction #lu fanart

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kikker-oma · 15 days

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I HAVE AN IDEA!!!!!!!<-click

Ok, so some of you replied to a post I made a while back about missing Whumptober, and people gave me lots of options for drawing challenges to do in the meantime. There were some great ideas but nothing in particular that jumped out to me.

BUT WHAT IF---

Instead of doing my own personal prompts, I think it would be really fun to draw 1 color drawing each day that corresponds to a scene in an LU fanfic!

So, for example, I would find fics that I've read and like and pick a scene to draw, then post it and tag the writer(if they have tumblr) and link the story!

This way I get to have fun reading and gifting art, writers get more exposure for their fics, and people get recommendations for LU fics they may not have seen!

I could probably do it in July, that way I have time to find 31 fics and pic the scenes. And ALSO get a head start on drawing, cus man, monotone sketches everyday in October was hard, color drawings will be even more time consuming, so I would need to hard core prep.

If I do this, would people be willing to give fic recs of their favorite stories? Granted I would reserve the right to pick and choose which ones I do. I wouldn't want people to feel sad if I didn't do their fic, but regardless, I think it might be a fun idea.

Thoughts??

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu fanart #lu fanfiction #what would I even call this challenge #Fangirl July?#Why Did I Do This July? lol #someone clever help with the name please😂😂#self promoting fics would of course be welcome too🤭#Favorite Fic July?

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yandereunsolved · 6 days

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Following The Tides - ,, aged up ↑ yandere Wind

cw(s): yandere themes, descriptive gore, noncon kissing, suggestive themes, (Wind) light self harm & abusive masochism

ꨄ︎ You were once a great ally to the Hero of Time. You died in his arms, and your soul left the mortal plane. The goddesses gifted you with a rebirth after hundreds of years. You grew into adulthood, not remembering an ounce of your reincarnation. You only knew that you had an affinity for the one called Wind. The both of you grew from toddlers to teens to adults together. It was a bond neither of you could break. Something in the back of your mind nags at you whenever you hear the whispers of the Hero of Time and the great battles that were fought. It was even more than that. Any whisper of a hero seemed familiar.

ꨄ︎ It was only when Wind had to set out on his journey did you realize how closely your fates were intertwined. Wherever he went on his journey, you followed him, and vice versa. Small bits of helpful information tumbled from your lips about how to gather the three goddess pearls and defeat the formidable Ganondorf. You were questioned by many about how you knew these things and if your loyalty truly lay with the hero. The wind defended you with his heart and soul and clung to your presence. You were the only factor that stayed steady—like the winds he is able to control with his Wind Waker.

ꨄ︎ When he came to confront Ganondorf, it proved that the Master Sword was ineffective. You had warned Wind of this, and yet he ignored you. He promised to protect you against all. Yet, Tetra (Princess Zelda) was overpowered as well. You sprung into action with that memory at the very core of your being. It was then that you remembered a sharp weapon piercing your gut, your own life force covering you in a hellish red, and dying in the arms of a man who swore to protect you. A man who uttered the same words on his lips as Wind did. Ganondorf confirmed it when he chuckled and stated that it was 'good to see the Links' little darling' once again. He also stated that 'It will be a pleasure to kill you' once again. In those moments, Wind had an epiphany—he could not ever let you go. You are much too precious of a person to slip from his grasp. This time, Wind's barely managed to protect you from Ganondorf's deadly blow. Quill and Prince Komali swooped in and saved you three before Ganondorf's tower was engulfed in flames.

ꨄ︎ The rest of the journey was swift, as you had passed out. You were stuck within your own mind, connected to Ganon's evil. Every god, goddess, and deity seemed to abandon you but Fierce. You vaguely remembered the brief interaction you had with him when Time donned his mask. During those months, you were inside a temple that belonged to the deity. Step outside, and you will be swarmed by Ganon's darkness and tortured. Inside, you were within Fierces domain and protected. Not once did you actually see the deity, but you knew it was Fierce—you could feel his presence all around you, almost suffocating. His temple was carved with depictions of his visage. You bolted awake, and it was like not a day had passed. You were on a boat with Wind, and he cuddled in while rambling off about the rest of his adventures. Not once did his grip let up, nor did his eyes train from your face.

ꨄ︎ He is severely clingy, to the point where he can't even allow you to shower on your own. He always either joins you or sits where you are just in his line of sight. He may almost be nineteen, but your unclothed body makes him feel like he's that same easily embarrassed teenager once again. He can't help but take a few peeks, and he feels like a pervert even if he is allowed to look at you. The clinginess only gets worse after he disappears for ten minutes, which is probably the most time you have gotten away from him since Ganondorf was defeated.

He came back with an empty hourglass and told you the entire story. You could see a crazed desperation in his irises. He wrapped his arms around you and forced you into a suffocating kiss that you were unable to break away from, no matter how much you wished to. That's what any amount of time away from you does to him. It doesn't matter if you have a breakdown or are drained. He will simply scoop you up and continue chatting with you. You are like his captive audience. If you are extremely upset, he won't leave you alone, but he'll do everything in his power to make you feel better—no matter what.

ꨄ︎ If you get too bratty with him, then he doesn't mind putting you in line. Only his version of getting you to stop acting bratty is for him to act like a brat himself. Oh, you want to eat? It seems like Wind is in control of the rations. He just wants all of the food. You aren't allowed to have it.

It becomes a mix of him acting childish and masochistic. He hangs off of you and begs to know why you tried to escape. He holds onto the edge of your tunic and questions you all day, from things mundane to intimate. He'll ask you anything to snap you out of your little tantrum. He'll also resort to being more wild if he must. He'll hit himself and sob into you. He'll beg you to tell him why you are acting so cruelly toward him.

He'll relish in the fact that it hurts so much. It hurts so good because he's doing it in front of you. You are witnessing him becoming a sniveling mess. It makes him whimper louder and plant himself right beneath you. You can do anything to him if you just stop resisting his love. He'll let you use him like he's no better than the sand you walk on.

ꨄ︎ No matter how badly you wish to escape him, never try to touch the Wind Waker without his permission. It's one of the very few times you will see Wind get serious. It can change the direction of the wind, call upon and borrow the power of the goddesses, open doors to ancient temples, awaken the sage within someone, allow someone to travel in cyclones, take control of others, and more. That is something Wind never wants anyone to ever touch, especially you.

If you ever take it and try to use it against him, you'll see a side of Wind that would make the goddesses fear him. No longer is he begging for your love or allowing you to use him to make yourself compliant with him. He is demanding and furious and will harm you. He'll chain your arms together and smack you. He'll interrogate you and scream at you from the top of his lungs.

He can't believe you would do something like that! The Wind Waker is one of the most valuable things in his possession, second only to you. He gave you everything, and now you betray him like his. He won't ever apologize for how he acted when you touched it. He believes himself to be completely justified. If you are scared of him, he huffs and refuses to give in to your fear. You can abuse him all you'd like, but don't ever try to use the Wind Waker against him. It's best that you don't even think it. He might be so blinded by this betrayal that he uses it against you. It's best to tread lightly in those waters. If you are going to escape using that weapon, then there is no room for a margin of error.

ꨄ︎ Right before the events of Spirit Tracks, you end up getting split from Wind due to circumstances unexplainable to most. It just seems that the goddesses either really love you or hate you, depending on how you see the situation. You ended up right in front of Time. He was all different now. Your memories, other than your death, were hazy. Still, your soul seemed at peace seeing him. For a moment, there was a flash of recognition in his eye. It was replaced by confusion, and he acted as if he had never known you. Your heart broke. He really doesn't remember you? Is he just pretending? You still aren't sure.

ꨄ︎ That's how you reunited with Time, and soon enough, the other Links joined, and it became The Chain. Wind saw you first, as you stood out compared to the other Links. He tackled you and peppered kisses all over your body. Time was naturally protective over you, even if you had only been together for a few days. You tried to explain the situation while a thick blush was creeping up your neck. All these different versions of him staring at the both of you. Wind just wouldn't stop pressing himself upon you and making himself familiar with your skin once again. Twilight ends up getting him off of you, and he tries to brush it off as nothing. You couldn't look at any of the other Links for days. You were just so flustered after having so many people witness Wind love on you.

ꨄ︎ His yandere tendencies are obvious to the other Links early on. He's always stuck to you and refuses to let anyone else too close to you. He is always fawning over you. He begs for your attention incessantly and will even ignore his basic needs if you ignore him. All of these things put the others on edge, but not as much as him offering himself up to you. He offers to let you harm him if it means you'll just give him an ounce of the affection he craves.

ꨄ︎ Wind demands you call him Link at all times. The others thought that was strange. It would be one thing if you preferred to call him Link over the others, but he made you call him by his name. If you ever call him Wind around the others, then he gets huffy and upset. He'll pout until you either apologize or make some sort of amends for this grave grievance. He's just that possessive. You may call the others by their titles because you aren't close to them. However, you are his, so you must call him Link.

It seemed even odder to you because you usually called him Wind. It was a nickname that he got from you because of his adventures during the time of Wind Waker. He still got to call you by your nickname, which was Storm. One you acquired because you were always so willing to put yourself in harm's way to help him. When you are motivated, you are a force of nature—like a storm. At least, that's how Wind sees you, even if you don't see yourself that way. None of the others were allowed to even utter that nickname from their lips, lest Wind be ready to injure them.

ꨄ︎ The other Links try to coax Wind out of his yandere tendencies and help you. Even though he is almost nineteen, he is still the youngest out of them all. They still see him as almost a lost young man who has confused love for lust. Instead of calming his anger, it causes him to erupt in a violent tantrum. He sobs and demands to know what he has done to you to make them treat him this way. He blames everyone, but himself, for how twisted he is. He gets so furious because he's insecure about it. He isn't fully convinced that it is as bad as it is, but the others sure are. He just wants to be seen as the mature grown up he is! He has completed three adventures, defeated great evils, and gone through so many unspeakable horrors, and they still treat him like a kid. They still treat you like a victim. You aren't a victim, right? You'd stay with him willingly. You love him. You love him? You love him!

ꨄ︎ He hates it when you pay attention to others. This hatred multiplies when he sees the other Links trying to help you. It makes him sulk. He begins to pout and almost begins to beg for your attention again. He irks one of the other Chain members, so they go off on him, and he can make himself look like the poor, innocent victim. He does it so much to the point that you are able to tell when he's doing it. You don't trust him much anymore because of that. You just asked Link if that actually happened, like Wind said it did. Ten times out of ten, he is just exaggerating to gain sympathy and soothing touches from you.

ꨄ︎ Wind realizes he's losing you to them. He's desperate to get you back to only being around him so he can properly love you. He thinks about kidnapping you but decides he cannot do that yet. It'd be too risky. You've lost so much faith in him already. He has to regain it first. He's just so incredibly frustrated. Why do the other Links have to care about you so much? You are his Storm—his, his, his, his, his, his, his.

ꨄ︎ Another thought of his is to get you pregnant. It's the ultimate way to claim you. Unable to get pregnant? He'll still try to breed you. He always is thinking about your body and how it feels again his. Part of it is because he's young and so sexually repressed. He just yearns for you every waking moment. Even when his head hits the pillow, he is dreaming of being with you in such an intimate manner. He'll adopt an orphan if he has to. Will adopting get you out of him trying to get you pregnant? Absolutely not. He'll try twice as hard now. Your child has to have a sweet little baby sibling to keep them company, just like him and Aryll.

ꨄ︎ He doesn't understand the implications of having a family. That doesn't stop him from wanting it so badly. He doesn't care if what he is trying to do is considered 'baby trapping' or not. He doesn't care if he isn't fit to be a father. He needs you. He needs a family. He needs stability. He needs people to come home to after his adventures. He's so conflicted. He needs a home, but he also needs freedom. He cannot decide which one is more important—you or the Great Sea.

ꨄ︎ Time sees Winds obsession and slowly became more concerned. None of their efforts have been working. Wind is still infatuated with you, and his actions are growing more erratic as each day passes. Time sits you down to have a 'private' conversation. Wind was listening in, as he always is. Time was trying to convince you to leave him. Something within Time urged him to do so. He knew what in him wanted to protect you. He needed to at least try. That much he knew.

ꨄ︎ That familiar jealousy creeps into his heart, only this time accompanied by pain and sorrow. Tears fill his eyes, and he manages to escape from The Chains vigilante watch for a few hours. He breakdowns. He's like a small child once again. He remembers all that he has gone through. It hits him like a monstrous wave on the hull of the ship. He's there until the sun rises. He doesn't move until a plan forms in his head. He'll kidnap you. Sure, he thought of it before and pushed it away, but he has no choice.

He won't give up adventuring; he'll just keep you from doing it.

ꨄ︎ He comes back from the woods like a new person. He learns to suppress his desires and slowly manipulates those in The Chain to believe he is doing better. Many are skeptical, but he doesn't mind making a deal with some other Ganondorf to get them off his back. He is still a hero, yes, but he'll be a villain for you. He doesn't have the same spirit of the hero, anyway. He's just some kid the goddesses chose. He deserves this. He deserves to be happy with you.

ꨄ︎ While the others are busy fighting a new Ganondorf and his minions, he takes you away from them. Under the guise of freedom from danger, he truly promises captivity within his own arms. He locks you away in a room on his ship. He cuts off all contact with The Chain. He shushes you when you're worried and tells you to think of other things. He slowly entraps you in your new life. He hadn't planned on The Chain getting in the way of your love story. He's so upset that he had to do this all again. It's all worth it because it's for you.

ꨄ︎ He only has one last pair of loose ends to tie up. He makes sure this Ganondorf has the best chance at killing everyone in The Chain by divulging the secrets he has learned from his time as 'Hero of Winds'. He loses the last part of his courageous spirit for you. He is no longer connected to the goddesses, but his fate nearer to Demise. You're his lover, his Storm, for forevermore. You can't help but wonder: Was this truly what the goddesses intended for you?

Would this have happened with Time if you had survived the battle with Ganondorf?

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