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napswithwolfie · 2 months

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LU Pokemon AU

bro the strength it took not to give him a full dog team

Wolfie is still a regular wolf. Not a mightyena, an absol, or even a lycanroc, just a plain regular wolf, and it weirds everyone out because no one has ever seen a creature like wolf link.

Oh and if his team feels split, well that’s intended. Which half suits him better or does the full team represent him well ;DDD

Time Sky Warriors 🐶Twilight Wild Legend Hyrule Four Wind

Team descriptions under the cut 👋👀

🐶Poipole: Midna, or his memory of her. So Poipole doesn't join Twi's team until the end of tp after the mirror is shattered. I imagine Poipole is born from the remains of the shattered mirror’s dust, suffused with the negative ‘other worldly’ energy of the arbiter's grounds.

When Twilight hears giggling in the mirror chamber, he doesn’t think much of it. He has spent too many moments since their separation reminiscing about her. Even now, he decides to humour his heartbreak, imagining some lighthearted quip about how far he has fallen for her to stoop to hallucinations. He chuckles at himself and his imaginary conversation with Midna.

🐶Hisuian Typhlosion: in this au ghost types are the only pokemon unaffected by the Twilight. If anything, they already exist between worlds as, well ahem, ghosts.

There's even that nostalgic weight leaning on his shoulder... Wait... Twi realises he's down bad, but even this is ridiculous! He whips his head over his right shoulder, and there, face to face, is a creature unlike anything he's seen before, wearing an all-too-familiar grin. They zip up and away, hovering nearby with playful curiosity in their eyes, waiting to see his next move. At his bewildered and stunned reaction, they let out that chiming giggle he heard earlier

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You don’t have to look far to find where Poipole’s gone. If they aren’t hitching a ride on the back of any of their teammates, then they’re off causing trouble together with Time's mons.

🐶Incineroar: Twi didn’t get a choice when this little litten chose him in the alleys of Castle Town, though as a cat man he doesn't mind this one bit.

Typhlosion first encountered Twilight when he was miserably lost in the Twilight zone of Death Mountain. Pretending to be one of the wandering souls, unaware of the blanketing twilight, Typhlosion carefully ambled in their direction to get a better look at the strange creature. They could feel a rich and powerful soul within Twilight, and noticed how the twilight both welcomed and repelled it. Even odder was their partner sitting on its back. Typhlosion knew dark energy when they sensed it, and that imp's soul was a pool so dark it threatened to swallow up the light - hrm, now there's an interesting thought.

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Just because you don't catch Typhlosion causing trouble doesn't mean they're not as much of a prankster as the others—actually, they're worse. Typhlosion has a knack for roping in carefully selected allies into their mischief. Despite their playful nature, they often go missing, staring out at seemingly nothing. As a ghost type, they're attuned to wandering spirits, and will spend much of their time listening to them and helping them pass on whenever they can.

Incineroars are excellent with children, and you can't change my mind. They're not named the 'Heel Pokemon' for nothing! They love playing with kids, pretending to be the villain to defeat, staging extravagant fights with spectacular victories for the heroes. Twilight's Incineroar is particularly protective of its family. Despite aiding 'The Hero,' they are anything but honourable in battle. They're not afraid to employ unfair tactics, from small actions like throwing sand in their opponents' faces to targeting eyes and joints, even going after the enemies' allies. They are unflinching in the depths they will go to achieve victory.

🐶Mudsdale: Epona but buffer. Twilight's first companion, Mudbray would happily tackle the world together with all the confidence of an unstoppable 8 year old.

🐶Volcarona: Twilight was given a pokemon egg after restoring Faroe's light. It was terrifyingly cold when Twilight first held it, so chilling that even Midna thought it might be a morbid joke from the light sprite. Despite this, Twilight insisted on keeping the egg.

With each zone of Twilight lifted from Hyrule, the Light Spirits would bestow a ‘boon’ onto Twilight’s team. Cryptic as always, Twilight had no clue what help he received. Steadily throughout his quest the egg grew warmer, almost scalding by the time the last zone of Twilight was lifted; and upon receiving the final sprites boon the egg hatched.

Volcarona can be quite aloof. It lives at its own pace, exuding a divine presence that others cannot easily disrupt.

🐶Garchomp: I wanted a brutish pokemon that reflected (heh mirrors) his curse and it was a difficult decision between Garchomp and Kommo O.

It was nothing short of a miracle that Twilight survived the encounter with Garchomp. The Twilight Blighted Pokemon was already an apex predator in its territory, its strength bolstered by the dark magic of the twilight. Twilight doubted he could defeat them. Forced to sneak around, he found that being a hero seemed to attract unwanted encounters - Garchomp suddenly stomped its foot, shaking the earth violently the ground threatened to topple Twilight, as sharp pillars of earth tore across the terrain toward his hiding spot.

Fight fight fight and somehow Twilight lives, Garchomp faints, dark mass is dispelled and happy happy cat meme goes here.

Garchomp sometimes loses itself in battle, with adrenaline accidentally triggering a mega evolution that sends it into a rage. The aftermath leaves Garchomp feeling deeply ashamed, as it struggles to accept its own savagery.

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Notes: twi’s team gave me the hardest time istg. There were too many mons to try and squeeze in, aaaaahhh a total nightmare: Exhibit A (scrapped idea)

But fr not a single dog in twi's team??? Yea well about that… Have Midna's team:

[Necrozma: The rest of the chain aren't aware he has a sixth pokemon at all. He just tells them he technically counted as one during his quest, satisfied that the lie works.

So nezzie here is a nod to the fused shadow that twi does accept in the manga. I have this idea that he has forced guardianship over the fused shadow, as a punishment, but also his duty as the hero. Twis conflicted regarding nezzie - On the one hand he is comfortable with what it represents but there's a deep fear of shame to admit to others he has formed a bond, though tentative, with nezzie.]

In a dungeon chest Twilight finds a Fire Stone. He gives it to Midna saying how it reminds him of her hair.

(No gogoats for twi. Sadge)

🔂Time 🐥Sky 🌹Warriors 🐶Twilight 🏹Wild ✌️Legend 🍃Hyrule 🧩Four 🌊Wind

🔴 Partner pokemon: Poipole

⚪ Smaller team: Poipole, Mudsdale, Incineroar

#linked universe #Lu #lu au #pokemon #pokemon au #lu pokemon au #legend of zelda #loz #loz au #twilight princess #twilight princess au #tp #tp link #link #wolfiesscrawlings #lu twilight

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fallingintheforest · 1 year

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Linked Universe Ski Patrol AU

(dreamt this up while skiing today and had to get it out of my head)

Warriors:

Senior Leader, Ski Patrol & Part-Time Assistant Coach w/Time

Skier - Speciality: Slalom Ski

Has the best drip on the mountain. Colour matched outfit and gear.

Technique snob. But he looks elegant af so it’s hard to turn your nose up at his advice.

Mostly teaches novice teen-adult ski classes. Tends to be the designated instructor for private lessons.

Knows the students in his class are crushing on him and taking sly snapchats, but he’s cool with it. Legend makes sure to body check him into a now drift if it gets to his head.

Lead coordinator for Search & Rescue.

Schedules all safety and team briefings for first thing in the morning (much to the annoyance of LITERALLY EVERYONE).

Is a stickler for rules and will enforce them if people are being unsafe on piste.

Will stop snow spray other members of the ski patrol (makes sure to have a swift exit strategy when he targets Legend & Four).

Wears those old school ski sunglasses.

Sky:

Ski Patrol Member

Snowboarder - Specialty: Big Air

Is so often late to morning briefing sessions, he is immune to Wars’ glare.

Rides goofy.

Tends to be a very laidback and confident rider and isn’t one to race down the mountain at mach speed.

HOWEVER, he will absolutely send it over huge jumps whenever he feels he needs to remind everyone how much of a badass he is.

Dude has no fear of heights.

Will occasionally assist in lessons, but is not a primary instructor and would prefer not to be.

Gives one of the smoothest rescue toboggan rides down the mountain.

Will stop and offer encouragement to new snowboarders.

Twilight and Sky have a long standing skier/snowboarder rivalry going and do not miss an opportunity to be little shits to each other.

Will give ONE free pass for rule breaking.

Wolfie:

MVP Ski Patrol Member

Best digger on the Search & Rescue Team.

Often found riding the lift with Twilight.

Will catch a ride across Twilight or Wars shoulders when too tired to run back down the mountain.

Barks encouragingly at the kiddos learning to pizza.

Sits beside the t-bar so he can get extra pats from riders heading up the mountain.

On his off duty days, he is more often than not, dog-napped by Wild & Hyrule to go skijoring.

Best boy on on the mountain, no debate.

Four:

Pro Shop Technician & Part-Time Ski Patrol Member

Skier - Blade Skis (that he CNC machined himself).

Has no end of patience helping fit the excitable kiddos with rentals. But can and will get sassy with entitled tourists who think they know more than him.

Prefers quick carving to really test the limits of his equipment.

Has fixed more equipment of Wild’s than he cares to think about. Four: “HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE TO BEND YOUR SKI IN THIS DIRECTION?!?”

More often than not can be found at the terrain park.

Backpack, sunglasses, hands in pockets. He’s a whole vibe and knows it.

Runs a small artisan shop selling CNC’d speciality ski blades.

Fills in on Ski Patrol if someone is away/sick.

Much to his dismay, is usually designated as the ‘patient’ for practice rescue scenarios. But, admittedly, enjoys riding in the rescue toboggan especially if Hyrule is driving as he full sends it down the mountain.

Um this is getting a tad long. I’ll have to put the other boys full description in another post at a later date. But here’s the overview (mostly so I don’t forget!)

Twilight:

Senior Leader, Ski Patrol

Skier & Ski Mountaineering

Wild:

Wilderness Instructor & Part-Time Assistant Coach w/Time

Skier - Speciality: Freestyle & Nordic Ski

Ex-Ski Patrol Member

Legend:

Ski Patrol Member

Skier - Speciality: Moguls & Backcountry

Former National Team member

Time:

National Team Coach & Operations Lead, Ski Patrol

Skier - Regular Alpine & Telemark

Wind:

Junior National Team Member (& VERY jealous he is not old enough to join Ski Patrol)

Skier — Seriously thinking about transitioning to snowboarding as a primary.

Hyrule:

Wilderness Instructor & Ski Patrol Member

Snowboarder, Nordic Ski & Backcountry

#linked universe #lu sky #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu time #lu legend #lu four #lu wind #lu wild #lu hyrule #lu wolfie #lu ski patrol #listen the absolute chaos of the chain on a mountain has unlimited potential al #Yes I know this is niche but it’s for my enjoyment #I have lots of thoughts about this au

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abizarreyodelingincident · 4 years

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Our Nightly Confidant 5

Four steps in my shoes

Four feels strongly.

In general, as a rule, but also in this specific situation, where sweat sticks his hair to his forehead and the pegasus boots chaff from constant overuse. From the slight burn of his arm muscles that nonetheless keep swinging the Four Sword.

Amazingly, the emotion at the forefront of his mind cannot be easily and neatly assigned to one facet of him. Annoyance isn't exclusive to any one side of him, quite the contrary. And the 'you can go die!' disdain is a taaaaad too specific as well.

White paws sweep at him and barely miss the top of his head. Would have hit Ezlo, if this had been his first adventure. The pang of nostalgia doesn't help his focus much.

Small bursts of magic and swings of his boomerang sting enough to keep his enemy on the backfoot. Behind him, a few roots twist enough for an opening beneath the trunk. If he can just...

The paw slams inches away from where he was standing a second earlier.

Urgh. It had to happen after they marched all day in search of civilization, didn't it?

Well, nothing to it, Four adjusts his sword and glares back at the slitted eyes trailed on him.

Which is when the loudest, most thunderous bark he ever heard rips the air in half and hammers in his eardrums. The white monster (cat) yowls in fright, fur straight up in horror, back arched, and it sprints right up a tree.

Wolfie is a familiar sight, and a welcome one at that.

But some instinctive part of him that is more Minish than Hylian can't help grip the Four Sword tighter. From this perspective, Wolfie has more in common with Wild's divine beasts than a regular animal. His claws look about as tall as Four himself. And at the moment, the wolf is displaying a mouth full of fangs that promise a painful death.

He doesn't blame the cat for scampering. He's seen what those fangs can do to a throat. Or a wrist. Or an ankle. Not, really, he thinks the cat shows great wisdom in getting the hell out of Wolfie's range.

But, because he is a Hero of Courage, he flips the sword in his hands, sheathes it and waves his arms.

“Twilight!”

The shift is instantaneous, and a little amazing to witness. The ears perk up, the posture straightens from its crouch, the teeth all disappear behind the black lips. It's a flip of Pacci's cane, a turn on a rupee, and there's the big beast their group loves.

“You okay there, Smithy?” Twilight asked, sniffing him for signs of injuries.

It's strange, hearing Twilight's voice coming through the sort of mental-bond-language of the Minish. Useful though. He's not certain he currently possesses the patience for some games of charades with a wolf.

“No injuries.” He puts a hand on the damp nose even as a burst of hot air washes over him. “Just a bit out of breath.”

“Right.”

It's not a doubtful tone, but there's some Time-patented exasperation in there.

“I would have been fine, you know?” says the part of Four that is a bit younger. “I dealt with lots of monsters even at this size.”

(Not Wolfie size though, that he thinks might be beyond him when shrunk.)

The flat look he receives makes him want to squirm.

He's too controlled for that.

“Yes, yes, I know.” He waves off the implied question. “I thought the innkeeper's cat was still inside.”

“He was. But after he mewled a bit, his owner let him out. And when I didn't see you... I had a feeling.”

Four wants to hit his head against a tree. Animals always were more aware of the scent of Minish magic. Many eyed him curiously when he walked through town. He should have known the cat would want to stalk after him. Probably thinking he knew where a village was hidden. He's going to have internal arguments about this all night.

“Cats are all bastards.”

To Four's amazement, Twilight's tail curls between his legs, his ears drooping. He rather looks more the guilty dog part than the majestic beast he insists he is.

“... But they're so cuddly.”

“When you're bigger than them, maybe,” Four deadpans. “Sneaky little shits.”

Twilight's whine is absolutely ridiculous and enough to make him snicker.

“Fine, fine. I'm not deaf, I hear what they say. Not as bad as cuccos, though.” Twilight's gaze wanders off to a faraway place. “Nothing is as bad as those psychotic birds.”

They lose a moment reliving their trauma over the feathered fiends.

Twilight shakes it off first. He lies down, his body like a hill of dark fur before Four, and hints at his back. Any protest Four might have had before dies in the face of his aching legs. He can fight off monsters at this size, but it's unreasonably more complicated. And he is not in the mood to stab spiders in the face tonight.

The fur is silky under his fingers, which is comforting but also a bit of a pain. Climbing means parting the coat of dark hairs and finding grip against skin. Sometimes, the body under him flinches or trembles, like Twilight is fighting off the urge to roll over. Four imagines it's quite similar to tickling. So he hurries up and makes his way up to the top of Twilight's head. Between the ears and roughly around the markings on his forehead.

Satisfied, Twilight stands, and the whole world blurs like he's still using his pegasus boots. A few more steps are needed before Four's body adjusts to the speed, and then he can relax. Twilight's safe.

And, he notes, not heading straight for the inn.

“We noticed the looks, you know,” Twilight says, because he's one of those busybodies that can't help mother cucco everyone around him till they are 'right as rain over a spring'.

“So?” he replies, even, practiced.

(Zelda had questions, at first, then orders that were swiftly obeyed, when in her sight. He hasn't told her that yet.)

“... How many of them do that?”

Do what? He wants to ask. The inn's owner had been quite polite, very careful in avoiding certain words around Four. Indeed so careful that Four could feel their syllables get more and more defined by the innkeeper's silence.

“Whisper?” he settles for. “A few. I'm weird, I know. Shorter than some kids, but can lift a hammer to forge. Own my business outside Castle Town, only shows up for groceries, talks to myself sometimes and stares at empty spots on shelves. I don't know, I suppose they expected me to apprentice beforehand, but there was a kingdom to save and what did that matter then?”

He punches the ground next to him before remembering too late it is Twilight's head.

The growl doesn't last. But the first few words he says are a bit more bitten out than the tone implies.

“There's a kid in my village. Younger than you. Couldn't lose the baby fat in his face for the longest time.” Twilight snorts, and his tail wags a bit. “And he's smart, really smart, a lot more mature than his older brother too.”

Four has a feeling that's partially due to the older brother's personality, but holds his tongue.

“People whispered behind his back. 'That boy is so creepy.'”

“Fey-touched,” Four says before he can hold back the red in him.

That one hurt. He's picked up habits from the Minish, he's aware. Little things like leaving keystones lying around for other kids or tiptoeing minish rings in the grass. But for those differences to matter so much, he hadn't expected until the first time the words had been floating around him.

“Ah,” Twilight says, followed by a whole lot of nothing.

Crickets around them sing. He can almost see some Minish putting a collar on the bugs to bring them home for a concert. Moving from behind stalks of grass, praying to the moon and the goddesses.

Then, Twilight says: “That takes me back.”

Four stumbles through the fur, his hands grasping on some new strands, but he can't tell if his unbalance is due a jolt in their steps or to the enormity of the idea. Twilight, the stereotypical rancher, seen as an outsider?

He tries, but all his brain conjures up is a much shorter version of Twilight dragging goats by the horns. That and dancing (badly) to the melody of a grass whistle.

Even from his spot atop Twilight's head, the eye roll is obvious despite being out of sight. “The only Hylian in a village of Humans?” he drawls. “Found as a toddler lost in the woods? Hardly able to speak for a while?”

Oh, Four thinks, that'd do it.

“They don't have the right to say that to you,” Twilight growls. “You're their hero.”

He could bask in the warmth. Lets himself lie down on Twilight and forget all about the events of tonight.

Curiosity wins, or well, violet does. “What did you do?”

“Nothing special? Just stayed the same and let them talk.”

Four's eyes bug out. “That's it? Nothing? How does that change anything?”

“When you're you, Four... When you're a good person regardless of rumors and whispers... Idiots don't stop talking, but the ones that are worth it stop listening.” A wolfish grin breaks out on Twilight's face. “Besides, you should have seen their black eyes after Rusl heard them say it to my face. After that... well, they could have called me the King of Evil and it wouldn't have mattered. Knowing you got someone in your corner's better than hollow praise from idiots.”

Four blushes.

He forgot for a bit, and he'll apologize to Zelda when he sees her, but it's true. Whenever he recalls that moment, the guard's words aren't ever the same. The phrasing lost all its power, outshone by the impassioned defense and the sheer anger wielded by his friend.

His back straightens. And he allows himself some childish pride in having the Princess of Hyrule in his corner. What do they have to beat that?

Twilight rumbles a laugh. “So... yeah, ignore them. Put them in their place if you want, the goddesses know you have the strength to do it, but that won't change their minds about anything. If you want some peace of mind, discard the idiots.”

Companionable silence falls between them. Four doesn't feel the need to speak after that bit of reassurance. They circle the woods, avoiding Hylians late on the road and monsters alike. Twilight's seemingly content just taking him on a ride, and Four's loath to admit he wants the moment to last a little longer.

They're not too far back from their starting point when he decides to ask: “About that kid?”

“Malo?”

“Yeah, him, how does he deal with it?”

Twilight does not answer right away. He first jumps over some large, gnarled roots and growls at a fox that seemed a bit too curious about the smell of Minish magic. Four's grateful for the time to calm his pounding heart.

“Well, Malo just stares at them until they get uncomfortable. Then he asks them what they're looking for. It never seems to affect him too much.” – discomfort hits at that, and Four can't tell why – “But, well, it also happened in front of me, you know? And I take after my Pa. So I might have knocked a couple of heads together in Casle Town. Followed by a strong talking to. Not that Malo appreciated that I ran off some of his customers.” A sigh. “That kid, I swear.”

Four grimaces. That type of 'customers'. Will think they bless his forge with their presence, praise him to all ends, then turn around and whisper. “I'm sure he's grateful inside.”

“Eh, I hope so, but it's his call in the end. Can't live his life for him.” Some muscles roll, and Four gets the impression of a shrug. “Speaking of, what do you want to do, Smithy?”

The question takes him by surprise, and it's silly that he didn't expect it.

He knows that Twilight would spend the night outside with him if he asks. They're no strangers to outdoor camping and the woods of his era are less dangerous than most. Wolfie would intimidate most if not all the creatures that live inside it.

But it would be illogical to sleep in the woods when they have more than enough rupees to pay for some rooms in a local inn.

Four is reasonable. It's one of his trademarks as a Hero. Mature for his age. Calm. Collected. It's how he's taken seriously as an adventurer. Why would he shatter an illusion that useful? Over some mild ostracization?

'Serve it cold,' says one quarter of him.

Another sides with Twilight. Their big brother made a good point. They couldn't be bothered by every single ungrateful person out there. They'd always exist, so let them stew in jealousy and paranoia and fear. He has the favor of the Princess, his best friend. What does he need anger for against a countryside shop owner?

But, the blue in him counters with an hammer-like argument: 'No, the best revenge is both.'

The others would be a little mad, he thinks. A little.

He's usually mature enough not to get in trouble. He's due for some insanity and explosions. Wild would back him up here. And it might be his voice in his head that pushes the words out of his mouth.

“So, not that I haven't listened to a word you said, but, hypothetically, if I needed help knocking heads together...”

“How many heads? Wars mentioned an interesting technique he learned from his sparring with some Sheikah general the other night. Though, if you'd rather, I can say, without boasting, that a lot of grown men weep at this form. It's embarrassing for everyone, I tell you.”

Four snorts, struck by mischief. “We're going to need to find a stump. I might have a plan.”

Yes, Four contemplates, the glint of wolf fangs under the moonlight is just as terrifying as he figured it would be. He can't wait.

***

Legend is silently debating with Sky over the right to punch the innkeeper in the face. It's a fierce debate communicated entirely through raised eyebrows, scrunched up nose, muted snarls and meaningful looks.

The others' patience is steadily fraying at the edges. It's especially noticeable with their youngest. There are fireworks going off on Wind's face. The knife cutting his slab of meat to pieces steadily stabs into it every time the innkeeper's mouth opens.

“And where are you fine young men traveling to?” he says with a customer pleaser smile.

'Fine young men'. Ah! There's a thing he didn't say about Four. The fucking nerves of this man.

“Far,” Time replies, his tone even, but his expression thoroughly unimpressed.

“Ah, yes, of course...” the innkeeper says agreeably. “You, huh, you'll be going with the, ahem, with the boy, I imagine?”

How dare he sound hopeful? And 'boy'?! This man's livelihood is owed to the smithy! And he doesn't even have the excuse of mind control!

A hint of shame tickles the back of his mind, when he had first heard the innkeeper talking. He had sounded nothing like the ones from his era, who sometimes refused him entry outright on the basis of old and false accusations.

This current attitude was, technically speaking, a strict improvement over that.

But does the man have to come alive and become so at ease serving them food whilst the Hero of this land take a walk outside? Alone, at night?

Legend grunts into his mug. The rancher left after the smithy, so that ought to solve the 'feelings' question. A bit of a stick-in-the-mud he might be, but Twilight's one of the few he would trust to help navigate difficult feelings. He's got the patience for it, unlike a lot of them who tackle everything the way they do a dungeon, with reckless abandon.

Yet, in the cozy warmth of the fire in the hearth, over the hesitant plucking of the minstrel's chords, a howl suddenly calls to the moon.

They, alone, do not tense.

The howl echoes a second time, much louder. Closer.

The innkeeper shoots them a desperate look, but Legend suddenly realizes that he is blind, and possibly deaf. He has no reason to stand up, much less draw his sword. And, would Farore look at that, his condition is contagious!

The hinges creak as they inch open.

If Legend were not so experienced, he might have been nervous. But he's better than that. He leans back in his seat, places a hand on Hyrule's shoulder, and sips his ale.

There in the doorway, cut in shadows with the moon as backdrop, riding on a large grey wolf, Four raises both arms high in the air.

“Fear my unnatural power,” he says with as ominous a voice he can produce.

Warriors snorts, cheeks reddened by alcohol, and he gives a thumbs-up to their smith, despite the owner's pale complexion.

The mugs left on the table begin to shake. Oh, this is gonna be good.

It starts with a pair of squirrels and a owl, neither obeying their instincts in favor of swooping inside the inn. Followed by a handful of moles, fireflies and stray dogs.

In a flash of white, the inn's cat bolts inside the inn, meowing, till it reaches its owner's legs and climbs onto him. It perches itself on his bald head, seconds before the first deer bounces inside the building.

Epona breaks the first table.

But the three raccoons lunging after his cat are what make the owner scream.

Legend guffaws in his ale.

#Linkeduniverse #Linked Universe #LU Twilight #LU Four #LU Wolfie

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endof-theline · 3 years

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Day 23- Tropetember: Fantasy

Day 23 of super early Troptember with Fantasy AU. Steve is dying, Bucky can't control his werewolf shifts and only one mage can help them!

On Ao3:https://archiveofourown.org/works/32775904

They had heard about the powerful mage and had thought about visiting him on several occasions when Steve had gotten so sick that he was on the verge of death, but the rumors surrounding the mage scared them away. It was said that the mage was unpredictable in his actions and despite being incredibly powerful his powers don’t always work the way they’re meant to.

However this time, Steve was so sick that Bucky had to make Steve ride in front of him on the same horse just to make sure Steve wouldn’t fall off and just to top it off Bucky was shifting wildly and couldn’t stay in one form for longer than ten minutes. Bucky usually loved his werewolf nature, but right now it was definitely a curse as he was just trying to get his boyfriend to safety.

Bucky let out a long, frightened howl as he spotted the mage’s tower in the hopes that the mage would come to investigate the noise, he could feel his shift pushing at his skin but clung on just that little bit more as he knew that if he lost his hold on Steve then Bucky would end up carrying him and with Bucky’s random shifts it wasn’t clear if he’d be able too.

He let out another long howl that was quickly cut off by a voice that sounded like it was in his head “I hear you wolfie, what do you want?”

“My friend is dying and my shifts are so random that I can’t help him, please heal him!” Bucky called out to the forest around him, his eyes darted around to try and spot where the voice came from and found nothing “We don’t have much, but I’ll give you whatever I can for your help”

“Let’s see if he’s curable before you start making promises” The voice said in his head making Bucky shake his head, his wolf ears flop around as he whined in annoyance “And what about you, surely you want to stop shifting like that?”

“He’s more important, I’m in pain but he could die if you don’t help him” Bucky said confidently and startled when a man stepped out from behind a tree and smiled at him, ignoring the way Bucky snarled at him. The man had no scent on him and made no noise as he walked over to Bucky, still smiling away at him like he didn’t have an on edge werewolf staring him down.

“Easy there, I’m not even real so there’s no point getting upset about it. Let’s have a look at your friend” The man, who Bucky figured was the mage based on his words, said as he stood next to their horse and just tilted his head as his eyes roamed over Steve’s body curiously “Does he get sick like this often?”

“Fairly often, not normally this bad though” Bucky said before reaching out to poke the man and growling when his hand went through his body and the mage turned to him with a frown on his face.

“If you want my help, stop the grumpiness” The mage said before waving them to follow the fake man, Bucky urged his horse on and kept a tight grip on Steve’s hips as they moved around. As they approached the tower, the door swung open and the fake man disappeared as another rushed out the doorway, as soon as the new one got close enough Bucky jabbed his shoulder and huffed through his nose happily when he actually made contact “I’m real this time, help me get your friend inside”

Bucky was quickly to get down from the horse as he carefully slid Steve off after and carried him carefully in his arms, the mage raised an eyebrow at him curiously before hurrying him in and locking the door behind them.

With a surge of strength, Bucky managed to push himself to lay Steve down on the bed where the mage had taken him before his shift forced its way through. Bucky cried out as he was forced down to all fours and his full shift took over, he let out a sad whine as he looked up to the mage and nudged his hand towards Steve.

“It’s okay, I’ll start looking for cures” The mage promised as Bucky laid on the floor beside Steve protectively, Bucky was always protective of Steve but whenever Steve is sick or Bucky is fully shifted then that protectiveness always seemed to be his only line of thought. He was thankful that the mage seemed to understand that though and didn’t take offense when Bucky growled at him for touching Steve even when it was completely necessary to try and find out what the problem was.

It took three days before the mage had a solution, Bucky had been stuck in full shift as Steve drifted in and out of awareness. The mage, Tony as he had introduced himself as, had to explain to Steve where he was and what was happening every single time he woke and Steve always immediately went searching for Bucky first, Bucky always stood up and gave Steve’s cheek a lick to reassure him that he was safe and that Bucky was at his side like always.

The solution was and wasn’t a cure, it wasn’t a cure exactly because Tony still had no idea what was wrong with Steve but it was a cure because Tony claimed it could heal almost anything and give Steve the strength that he was meant to have been with. Bucky didn’t understand that last part, but Tony seemed happy about it and it was a potion so it had less of a chance to go wrong.

In the three days Bucky had spent by their sides, he had noticed something about Tony that he was sure was his power's fault and not done on purpose. When they met, Tony had short, straight, brown hair and brown eyes, but currently it was a little shorter than Bucky’s own hair, slightly curly and almost blonde while his eyes were a swirled mix of blue and green. Bucky had also spotted Tony with purple eyes, ginger hair, he had been taller and shorter than him, one day he was clean shaven and the next he had a full beard. Bucky didn’t want to point it out, but he figured that this was why people thought he was unpredictable.

Tony made the potion in record time and quickly helped Steve drink it, Bucky sat at his feet the whole time and if he had the ability to have gasped then he was sure that he would have done as Steve reacted to the potion. As Steve finished the bottle, he had grown past Bucky’s human height and had gone from scrawny to muscular in moments, he still looked like Bucky’s Steve but he was just big .

“Did not see that working so well” Tony commented before Steve’s eyes fluttered up, he rubbed one eye before looking down to Bucky with a smile on his face, glancing to Tony to smile at him as well briefly “Might want to take a look at yourself”

Steve scowled at Tony before yelping as he took note of how tall he was sitting up, looking at his hands and then travelling to look over the rest of his body as his eyes went wide “Holy shit!”

“I knew you’d get bigger but I did not expect that” Tony chuckled before their attention snapped to Bucky who had let out a whine accidentally as he couldn’t say or do anything to help Steve, Bucky looked up to Tony and went to give him the puppy dog eyes but Tony held out his hand to stop him “Shift up, Bucky”

Bucky growled at him but Tony just lifted an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side slightly in challenge so with that Bucky tried to push his shift and immediately found himself completely human again “How?”

“I think it was your mind for the most part, you were stressed and felt unsafe, your body was just doing what it thought was best for both of you” Tony shrugged with ease as Bucky mentally promised to shift on a more regular schedule instead of whenever it was easy or convenient for him to do so “Important part is that you’re both okay”

Bucky and Steve would have happily stayed for longer if it wasn’t for Tony trying to throw them out, and Bucky gave Steve credit when he pulled Tony to the side and asked if he could take Tony out for dinner. Bucky definitely noticed it this time, Tony’s ears grew and pointed like elf ears as the blush spread to them and his fluffy hair did little to hide them.

“Why does your appearance change so often?” Bucky blurted out and whined when Steve clipped him around the back of the head, it hurt a lot more now than when he was skinny “What? It does, he’s always changing!”

“It’s okay, most people don’t even wait for a full day before pointing it out” Tony teased but it didn’t really sound as if he found it funny at all “My first spells were appearance transformation so now whenever I’m flustered mainly it just shifts”

“Do we fluster you then Tony, you have been changing all the time we’ve been here?” Bucky rumbled with a smirk and got his answer from Tony’s eyes changing to a bright golden colour so Bucky just moved to corner Tony between him and Steve “Well then, we’ll see you in the nearby inn tonight”

Tony just let out a squeak as he nodded his head, his hair going even more blonde that it was before. Bucky pressed a kiss to his cheek before him and Steve were jumping onto the horse and heading back to said inn where they were meant to be staying before Steve had almost died.

The rumors quickly died out surrounding Tony, but they were replaced with new one just as quickly. Now the townspeople feared the man and the giant wolf that was often seen at his side and if it wasn’t the wolf then it was the equally scary human man that no one knew where he was from. Tony had accepted that people were always going to make up rumors and tell stories about the evil mage, he was just glad that now he didn’t have to face it alone… Now he had two loving boyfriends that loved to tease and fluster him just to see how his magic would react to their words.

These rumors could stay for all Tony cared, so long as his boyfriends were staying just as long.

#tropetember #eotl writes #fanfiction #stuckony #Steve Rogers #tony stark #Bucky Barnes

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RoseGarden Week Day 2:🌹 October 28th: Stars

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“Are…Are we sure this is appropriate?”

That was probably the fifth or sixth time Oscar had asked that. This night alone, that is.

The woman applying makeup to his face rolled her eyes and applied the second fake sideburn to the side of his face.

“Yes, it’s appropriate,” she said, “We’ve checked you out for STDs from head to toe. You’re clean.”

“It’s not that,” Oscar said, fidgeting in his seat, “it’s just…”

He turned around and faced the mirror on the dressing room vanity.

“What if…what if someone I know sees this?”

The woman sighed.

“It’s not going to come to that.” she put her hand on his shoulder, “this film will be for your private collection. It won’t be advertised on our website or released on the internet in any way. We’re not that kind of company.”

Oscar looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“If you’re worried about having a job after this, I do make up for major motion pictures.”

“Really?”

“I was a student of Rick Baker.”

“The werewolf guy?”

“That’s right. Now, hold still while I give you your unibrows.”

Oscar wasn’t entirely sure why he needed them. Sideburns, unibrows, and yellow contacts certainly didn’t seem like something the star of an adult video would wear.

“If you’re wondering about the makeup, our director is pretty…”

The woman paused, probably trying to find the appropriate word.

“Out there.”

“Oh.”

“She used to be a performer herself.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she still takes parts from time to time. But mostly she just directs and produces now.”

“What about you?”

“Hmmm…?”

“Are you a… an adult performer, too?”

“Yep. Worked with the director a few times before, too.”

“Really? You just seem so…so…”

“Normal? Sure. Just because I like to wear cat ears while getting ploughed doesn’t mean I don’t have a life outside of it.”

Oscar’s eyes widened. He wasn’t an aficionado, but he knew one star that had cat ears as a gimmick.

“You’re Kitty Loggins!”

The woman smiled.

“Not when I’m off camera. Here, I’m just Blake Belladonna.”

“Oh,” Oscar said, “well, it’s nice to meet you, Blake. I’m Oscar.”

“Nice to meet you too Oscar.”

The woman finished gluing the fake hair between his eyebrows and reached for a triangular piece of fabric that looked suspiciously like an animal ear.

“Almost done, just hold still for a moment.”

The people of the Beacon Adult Entertainment had been nothing but nice to him the whole time he’d been here. A far cry from the temple of debauchery he was expecting when he’d gotten here.

But still…

He’d entered the contest as a joke!

Enter now to win a shoot and a day with a Pornstar, the digital flyer had read in big carnival-style font. He was sure it was just a scam or something in that ballpark, since it had appeared in the part of his inbox marked as spam. He’d signed on the dotted digital line and beefed up his virus protection. In two weeks, he and his friends would be laughing about it, no sweat.

But a week and a half later, it had come in the mail.

Congratulations to our new winner, it said in gold foil, you’ve won an all-expenses paid trip to Los Angeles to spend a day with one of our performers at Beacon Adult Entertainment.

He’d almost choked when he finished reading the pass. What would his Aunt say?

It wasn’t like he was a regular patron of the salacious screen stories. Most of the time, it was just that he had to scratch an itch and he bought a dirty magazine with some of the money he’d saved up or watch a video online.

If she found out he’d entered a porn-related contest, even as a joke...

It had taken every bit of his guile and not inconsiderable innocent act to get his aunt to think he’d just won a vacation with no porn involved.

Now, she was asleep in a four star hotel across town while he was sitting in a studio dressing room, getting ready to have sexual intercourse with a total stranger. Thank God the BAE Agency had sent them a personal car and he hadn’t had to tell cab ‘can you take me to the place where they shoot porn?’

It’s not like he couldn’t back out. Nothing in the contest guidelines said that he couldn’t.

But going home meant they’d have to go leave so soon, his Aunt would get suspicious and that meant he might have to come clean to her about how he won this vacation.

“All done,” Blake said, turning Oscar around in his chair so he was facing the mirror, “what do you think?”

In all honesty, it wasn’t bad. He still looked like him, just a little hairier. And the false ears gave him a wolfy appearance.

“It’s pretty good.”

“I do my best. But you might want the brace yourself.”

Blake walked to the other side of the room and took a book from out of her bag.

“The director should be here any minute?”

Oscar frowned.

“Why would I need to brace—“

“Hell-ooo!”

A tall woman with a pair of aviator sunglasses and blonde hair as generous as her busom burst into the room with a sing-song shout. Judging by the t-shirt that read ‘trust me, I’m a director’ Oscar could probably guess who this was.

“So where’s our newest star?”

Blake pointed to where Oscar sat and the boy shrunk as the woman gazed at him from over the tip of her sunglasses.

“Well, aren’t you just the cutest little thing.”

The director pinched his cheek and Oscar felt the distinct need to commit seppuku.

“And, I think I have just the girl for you.”

“Yang,” Blake sighed, “Don’t do this again.”

“Do what?”

“This whole…matchmaker thing. Winter almost quit because of you.”

“But she didn’t.”

“I’m still surprised she and Qrow didn’t kill each other.”

“John Boorman did the same thing on Excalibur with Nicol Williamson and Helen Mirren.”

“Boorman didn’t need his actors to have sex with each other.”

The woman, Yang, waved her hand dismissively.

“Details, details…”

Yang grabbed (as in, physically picked him up like a package) Oscar and sat him down in the hallway.

“So, kid, you ready to get your mind blown?”

“No.” Oscar said, only half sure that was his answer.

“Perfect!” Yang said, ushering him in the direction of what he assumed was the set.

“I know you’re nervous,” she said, “that’s natural. You read the script?”

“Yeah, it’s…”

“Garbage, I know. Just give it your all and don’t worry about how you look. And before I forget, here’s your stage name. We were a little short on time, but I think we came up with something that suits you.”

The director, Yang, handed him what looked like a business card, which Oscar took. Half a second later, he stared at her, incredulous.

“Pino Largo!?”

“Oh, come on!” Yang said, slapping him on the back, “Everyone has names like that in this biz.”

“But why do I need a stage name? You’re not releasing this!”

Yang stopped and turned to look at him, confused.

“We’re not?”

Oscar shook his head.

“No!”

Yang recovered in record time.

“Well, we didn’t advertise a new release anyway. No skin off our nose.”

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The story was simple. A filthy take on little red riding hood where Little Red fucked the wolf’s brains out. Oscar was just thankful he didn’t have to wear an old lady nightgown for his part. Just be ruefully naked under the sheets in a room full of people in a mock woodland cottage bedroom.

He shivered.

Did Yang have to pick a filming locale that was so drafty? If it wasn’t for the bedclothes, he’d be freezing his butt off.

“Sorry I’m late!”

A voice off to Oscar’s left caught his ear and he turned to see who it was. It sounded familiar.

Oscar turned his head enough to see a woman in a red jacket was hugging Yang. When she finally pulled away, Oscar could see her face.

Ruby Rose.

He was shooting a porno with Ruby Rose.

Suddenly, Oscar’s throat felt like a desert and his stomach like a butterfly habitat.

Of all the adult actresses he would have to appear in a film with, it had to be with the one he’d been crushing on since the first time he’d seen her in the swimsuit issue of a magazine!

When Oscar had told himself that he didn’t follow adult entertainment, he may not have been being completely honest with himself.

With her petite cutie pie looks and Hot Topic style, she was easily the most gorgeous creature he'd ever seen. Plus, she was always so funny in her videos and make-up videos. And she also knew karate, so that was kind of cool. And also…

“Ruby! Come meet your co-star!”

Damn that crazy director! Now they were coming this way.

Just play it cool, thought Oscar, It’s no big deal, it’s just the beginning of the end of your life.

Oscar tugged the covers up over his face so that his eyes were the only thing visible. He could just say he was method acting.

“Ruby, this is Pino. He’s the one who won the contest. Say hi, Pino.”

Oscar looked up at Ruby, sweet smiling and in no way sexual. Great, not only was she sexy, she was cute and just…

Say something Oscar, he thought, anything!

“You…you have silver eyes…”

Anything but that! Ruby frowned, obviously confused.

“They’re contacts for the shoot.”

Oscar didn’t have time to apologize or explain before Yang started shouting.

“Places, everyone! Ruby, get to costumes!”

Nice work, Casanova, Oscar thought as Ruby hurried off, if this wasn’t going to be awkward enough.

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“Quiet on the set!” Yang shouted through a megaphone.

“And…ACTION!!!”

The door to the set opened and Ruby crept into the fake bedroom.

“Grandma,” she said in a faux-innocent voice, “I’m here!”

“I…I’m in the bedroom.” Oscar said. The script had said to use a fake old lady voice but Oscar had completely forgotten until after he’d said the line

“You know, the innocent angle might actually work for us here.” Oscar heard Yang whisper.

When Ruby skipped over to the side of the bed, Oscar could see what she was wearing. It was less in the sexy range and more in the cute range, with lace and ruffles but why did she have to wear it like a pro!?

“Grandma,” Ruby said, leaning in too close for Oscar’s comfort, “What big eyes you have!”

Was she wearing perfume? Was it cherry and rose scented?

“A-all the better to…to see you with…”

He swallowed. He was sure that right now he had the on-camera charisma of a pet rock. But backing out meant a disappointed aunt, so he might as well soldier on.

“My dear.”

If Ruby noticed the tremor in her voice, she gave no sign of it.

“And Grandma, what big ears you have!”

“All the better to hear you with.”

He hoped that nobody would notice how he didn’t add ‘my dear’ to that last line. He had like fifteen minutes alone with the script, so he hoped the crew would cut him a break.

“And Grandma…”

Here it comes, Oscar thought, the most embarrassing part of the script. Whoever wrote it deserves to be dipped in batter and deep fried! Ruby gripped the bed covers and Oscar braced himself.

“What a big…”

The moment the covers came off, Oscar fought down the urge to cover himself. No one’s going to see this, he told himself. When it’s over and they’ve given him a copy, he would find a dark place in the woods, bury it, and then never speak of this again. And from the expression on Ruby’s face, Oscar thought she’d appreciate that course of action.

“Oh…”

Oh? What was oh? Was that a good ‘oh’ or a bad ‘oh’?

“Oh my…”

What was she doing? Right now, she was just looking confused.

“That…that is a big cock.”

“What?”

Oscar looked down at himself. He’d always thought he was normal sized.

“I just…”

Ruby put hand on her head and chuckled.

“I kind of wish I could take a picture.”

Oscar sat up, intrigued by his co-star’s change in demeanor.

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. I didn’t know what I was expecting when we had that contest, but whoa!”

“Well, is it…is this okay?” Oscar asked hesitantly, shifting in his seat, “if you don’t want to do this, I get it.”

An amused smile turned up the right side of Ruby’s mouth.

“That's sweet of you, but don't worry. I’ve got enough talent for both of us.”

“Oh. Well that’s probably good, because…”

Oscar steeled himself. Of all the ways he could have pictured admitting this to a girl, this wasn’t one of them.

Because it’s…”

He said it quietly, hoping he wouldn’t have to repeat it. Ruby frowned.

“What was that?”

He repeated it, only slightly louder.

“One more time.”

“ I said…it’s…it’s my first time.”

For a moment, Ruby stared at him, and Oscar feared the worst. Before he could calculate where this situation fell on a scale of one to dying from embarrassment, Ruby covered her eyes and squealed loud enough to make Oscar jump.

“What!? What is it?”

“You’re just…so cute! With your wolf ears and your blushing and your big cock and…”

“This isn’t in the script but it is GOLD!” Yang whispered from offset.

Or at least Oscar thought that’s what he heard Yang say, but he was still hooked on what Ruby had called him.

Cute? Well, that was a boost to his self-confidence. It wasn’t every day a woman complimented your anatomy and said you were cute in the same conversation.

“Well, while we’re being honest,” said Oscar, “I’ve had a crush on you for a while now.”

Ruby blushed and fidgeted and Oscar’s heart went pitter pat.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. I watch your interviews and read articles about you and I…um…

“It’d be a lie if I didn’t tell you I never… caught myself thinking about him when I shouldn’t.”

“Oh?”

Ruby crawled onto the bed, leaning forward into his personal space and Oscar felt his throat tighten, but in a good way.

“Then, what kinds of things does Mister Wolf think about Little Red?”

For a moment, Oscar’s mind went blank before a laugh finally burst from his throat, a laugh which Ruby caught.

“We’re not exactly staying in character here.” Ruby chuckled.

“It’s not going to be released anyway.” Oscar said.

Ruby smirked, her lips a hair’s breath away from the left side of his mouth.

“Well in that case…”

“WE’VE RENTED THIS PLACE FOR A LITTLE OVER TWO HOURS!” Yang shouted through her bullhorn, “LET’S SEE SOME ACTION!”

That was certainly a mood killer. Couldn’t that director just leave the cameras running and buzz off? It’s not like this was going to make anyone any money.

“I’m gonna do it!”

Oscar turned to the sound of Ruby's voice. His co-star had a look of iron resolve on her face.

“I’m gonna give you the ride of your life!”

Before he could respond, Ruby tackled him onto the mattress, smashing their lips together. Oscar's mind, meanwhile, was reeling, not able to form a cohesive question, let alone think through the sensations this girl on top of him was sending by running her hands up and across his exposed skin. Maybe he didn't have anything to worry about…

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I Might do a mature version on AO3 later. Sorry this is so freaking late.

#My Writing #RWBY #Rosegarden #Rosegarden Week #Oscar Pine #Ruby Rose #Yang Xiao Long #Blake Belladonna #Adult Entertainers AU #FREAKIN FINALLY!!!!!#It's lemon scented #Sorry it's late #So so late #So so so so so so so so so so so so #soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo #Late

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