#sky pov

[lakes-liver]

Legend has been acting very distinctly off, lately.

He’s not injured, Sky knows that much. There wasn’t a time where he’s been separated from the group. Something triggered him, perhaps? The veteran has more than enough baggage to sift through.

Sky really isn’t sure.

Legend hasn’t been the same since… about a week ago? Something of the sort? He’s been quieter, laughter not so loud, snarks not so present. If it were anyone else, Sky wouldn’t be concerned.

But this is Legend he’s talking about. Legend, who shows a prickly front but is soft on the inside. His facade isn’t prickly right now, though, more like a dull point.

Triggers don’t last that long, right? If they didn’t, he would be better by now, at least outwardly. Then again, Sky doesn’t know much (if anything at all) of the “shell-shock” the veteran, the captain, and even Time seem to describe. What he knows is limited, tales from an era long before Skyloft, when the world wasn’t so peaceful. So, maybe there’s a chance it can last this long?

This train of thought does not change the fact that there is still something wrong, and Sky is very much concerned.

Another day passes, and the Chosen Hero watches his friend. A multitude of notes show up.

One: no one else seems to have noticed the problem at hand.

Two: Legend is acting as he usually does (jabs, rolled eyes, etc.) around everyone in their group.

Third: the veteran is only acting oddly around Sky.

Now, this has raised a very important question in Sky’s mind. Did he do something wrong? While he’s never been one to hold silent grudges (except against the goddesses, of course), maybe Sky had done something to be an exception.

He mulls this over throughout the evening, as they set up camp. Physically, he’s busied by setting out his bedroll, as well as some of the others’. Mentally, though, he thinks, and thinks, and thinks.

If the veteran hadn’t been borderline ignoring him, Sky’s sure he’d make a quip about how he shouldn’t think so much.

“It must get difficult thinkin’ so hard, birdbrains,” he’d mock, and Sky would laugh, and all would be well.

But all is not well. And Sky is growing more nervous by the second.

He thinks over every interaction with Legend in the past week. Nothing stands out to him. It started normally, with pokes and jokes and smiles and giggles. Then, like a switch had been flipped, the pink-haired man had become strangely subdued.

Could it have something to do with that? The whole… pink-rabbit, thing? But that was months ago, and this was so much more recent.

“Sky? Ya ‘ere?” Fingers are being snapped in front of his face.

He jumps, looking into the marked face of Twilight. Sky hides it with a flush and a chuckle. “Yes! Sorry, got lost in my thoughts, there” — and here is where the birdbrain comments should go, yet none do — “what did you ask?”

Twi, ever the worrywart, frowns slightly. “I ‘as j’st askin’ ‘bout watch. Doubleshif’s, you an’ Ledge. But, if yer not up for it—”

“No!” Sky is fast to interrupt. “No worries! I’m alright, truly. That sounds wonderful.” He gives the most reassuring smile he can muster, and it’s honest and true, for once.

Twilight’s frown lifts, a bit, and the slightly older man nods and steps away towards Wild and Wind, who are still cooking dinner.

Watch with Legend, huh? Could this be his chance?

A small bit of him warns that things could go very, very, wrong.

Luckily, the bigger part of him tells him that if he doesn’t say anything now he will run out of time to say anything at all.

So, that is that. Watch is set—blech, the middle shift—and Sky walks over to the rest of his friends before he can think any more of the situation.

“Sky!” Wind waves. “Come sit by us!”

‘Us’, in this case, happens to be himself, Wild, and Twilight, none of whom he’s opposed to being near. Thus, he picks his way to a spot on a ground, settling next to Wind. The smaller melts into his side (a common occurrence), and Sky happily accepts a bowl of pumpkin soup.

It’s not the same as from his home, of course, but it’s still soup and there’s still pumpkins. He’s still satisfied by the taste.

“Thank you, Wild,” he says, setting the now-empty bowl beside him.

Wild grins crookedly. “‘Course, Sky, I’m glad you liked. Seconds?”

Sky shakes his head. “Not tonight.”

The sailor, on the other hand, shoots up, mouth completely stuffed. “‘ll take ‘is s’rv’in’!”

“Calm yerself, sailer, others gotta eat,” Twilight chides.

“Meanie.” Wind crosses his arms with a pout. Sky ruffles the top of his head, a fond look surely on his face, and the smaller does not shy away.

He spares a glance to Legend and Hyrule, across the fire. The former is staring, brows furrowed, but looks away as soon as he notices Sky’s gaze. The latter continues chattering away as if nothing happened (and, in their eyes, nothing did happen).

Overall, the fire is warm and his belly is full. His friends sit around him and talk and snort and sigh, contentment filling the air. Sure, they have double watches set up, the tension is high, and they are exhausted, but they are together and they are (physically) healthy. Sky could not ask for much more.

So, Sky turns in for the beginning of his rest. Wind is sprawled next to him, looking like the starfish they all claim to exist.

Three hours later, Time is shaking him awake.

“You’re up, Sky. Four’s already woken Legend,” he whispers.

Sky nods. This is a song they’ve danced to many times.

Seeing him up and aware, the oldest moves to his bedroll with a soft ‘goodnight’. The Skyloftian echoes it in turn, before advancing towards the dying embers and confusing veteran.

At first, the watch is normal. Sky watches one side whilst Legend watches the other. There isn’t much talking—there never is, on the second watch, what with tired eyes and restless heroes—but the bit that is remains light and regular. For a moment, he can almost forget the anxiety that’d been eating him away earlier.

Then, Sky makes a comment that shatters the glass around them.

“Oh c’mon, vet,” he rolls his eyes. “We both know you use those trinkets of yours quite often.”

The chuckle Legend gives sounds forced, and Sky is hit with a pang of guilt. It was meant as a simple jab—nothing more nor less—but it maybe it was too biting?

Sky takes the second to study Legend’s newfound stance. He’s hunched in on himself, hands hugging knees, and despite not being able to see his face, Sky can assume his expression is that of a resigned sort of scowl.

It’s the same reaction he’s seem many times on multiple others. Twilight when scolded by Time; Wild when scolded by Twi; Wind when scolded by Warriors; Hyrule when scolded by Legend. It is not a reaction he expected to receive from their veteran, let alone one to be stemmed from him.

It spikes a whole new pang of worry.

He turns back before Legend can catch his face. “Sorry, Ledge. I like your items a lot. It’s not a problem to use ‘em, you know.”

From the corner of his eye, he catches the tension release, just a little bit. Enough, though, to know he said the right thing. Good.

Legend doesn’t give a response besides a light bump of the shoulders. The watch continues in a not-quite-awkward but not-quite-comfortable silence.

Creeeeak.

Sky’s head is up in an instant, scanning and pausing and reviewing the treeline in front of him. His ears twitch and try to catch every little thing, from the scamper of a mouse to the rustle of the wind. He’s certain Legend is doing the same, on his end.

A beat passes. Two. Three.

Legend’s breath hitches. “Bokoblin. One o’ Wild’s, reckon.”

“The others?” Sky whispers, voice barely making a sound.

“No. It’s just one. On three?”

Sky nods.

One beat. Two.

“Three!” Legend hisses.

Sky springs up, Master Sword poised to strike and shield up to block. Legend follows in a similar manner, clutching the Tempered Sword and some sort of shield. The ‘blin barely reacts before Sky is moving, moving, moving, slashing at the beast with a ferocity he didn’t realize he possessed this late at night.

The monster bleeds black.

Legend notices too, and lets out a soft string of curses before he’s in on the action. They trade blows, one then the other then both at the same time.

The bokoblin does not back down. It swings its own sword at their ankles, then their waists, then their heads. Wide arcs that make it near impossible to get in, despite the fact that the odds are two to one.

Legend pushes and knocks it off balance, and Sky seizes his chance. He steps into the circle, sword going faster than a blink, and stabs through the head. The Master Sword glints on the other side. The beast dissolves into nothing save a gem and some guts.

Sky lets out a cheer and turns to Legend.

Who’s eyes, suspiciously, are blown wide with fear. Did he get hurt? Had Sky missed something during the heat of the battle?

He stumbles forward—wait, stumbles? Sky shouldn’t be stumbling, he didn’t get hurt, just look down—oh. That’s blood. On his tunic. On his stomach.

Shit.

Pain erupts from the area, stabbing and scorching and hot in a way it really should not be, not on a fresh wound, not unless it’s infected—

“Sky? Sky! Stay with me, hero, stay with me.” Legend is frantic and holding his shoulders, lowering him carefully to the ground. Why is he so panicked? It’s not that bad, right?

Another shot of pain rocks his body, and he bites back a scream with practiced expertise.

Nevermind, it is definitely that bad.

Still, though, Legend is upset, and he can’t have that. Legend shouldn’t be upset, not because of him.

“I’m okay,” he gasps. “‘m fine, Ledge, just needa—” a coughing fit fights its way out and he cant stop it.

“You ain’t fine, you needa potion or sum. Hold on fer me, ‘kay? Hold on, ‘ll get Roolie or, or,” Legend stops, stares, and then darts up and away. Sky frowns, because Legend is still stressed and he can tell because his accent is loose and free and that is not something he often does.

He holds on for as long as he can, though. He can hear shouts and people getting up and running and since when did they get so far? What’s even happening? Is someone hurt?

Ow. Right. Sky is hurt.

His stomach doesn’t feel so good. It feels sticky and hot and gross and bad and he doesn’t like it. Maybe a nap will help? Naps usually help when he’s tired, they always have. Maybe he should nap.

Just as his eyes start to fall shut, someone shakes him, yelling and shaking and yelling and shaking. Bright, violet, eyes meet dull sky blue, panicked and calm and panicked and calm and ow ow ow everything hurts so bad.

The violet eyes have a mouth attached, and it keeps opening and closing but he can’t hear anything. Should he be hearing something?

Something cold presses against his stomach and he hisses. It keeps going, pushing and pushing, but the cold becomes warm and soft and comfortable. Sky could nap, like this.

Despite his eyes fluttering shut, someone grabbed and shook him, yet again. He really wishes they’d stop, he’s trying to nap here!

“—descendant!” They say.

…What?

Now significantly more interested, Sky strains his ears to listen closer. Oh, cool, the warm-yet-cold hands gave some of his hearing back. That’s nice.

“I’m—or—dant!”

They’re… huh?

“I’m royal!”

The Chosen Hero blinks. Once, twice, three times. His vision is so blurry he can’t make anything out besides those glaring eyes and disheveled hair.

The pain is subsiding, a little bit, so that’s neat.

What did they mean… royal?

Oh. Oh! Wait! Him and Sun start the royal bloodline of Hyrule, don’t they? This person could be referring to that! Is it a Zelda? Did one of the other Zeldas come? They’re so sweet, all those young women, and it triggers something in him that’s quite enjoyable. Maybe, once this pain quiets down, he can talk to them? That’d be just wonderful.

He closes his eyes again, humming in contentment when the unknown Zelda doesn’t shake him back. The sharp and burning and horrible ache is nothing more than annoying, now, and he’s slept much worse than this. He falls unconscious, unaware to the trembling hero next to him.

What could be minutes or hours or even days later, Sky opens his eyes again. It’s dark out, and stars shine brightly up above. Trees dot the outline of his vision.

He tries to sit up. His lower abdomen protests vehemently, and he has to abandon such efforts. Something between a groan and whine escaped him, despite his feeble attempts to swallow it whole.

“Sky?” Someone asks. “Sky! You’re awake!”

He looks towards the voice, and is pleasantly surprised to see Legend. He made it out of the fight! There’s no visible bandages, or splints, or anything but concerned eyes and a soft face.

Sky musters up the best smile he can. “I’m okay, Ledge.” He pushes up again, and this time makes it as far as propping his weight onto his elbows. His stomach screams, but he’s alright, truly.

“You damn better be,” the vet mutters, but he helps push the chosen hero up the rest of the way. Sky nods his thanks, before scanning their camp.

It’s still the same place they were last time. A small grove in the middle of uncharted woods, somewhere so random that no one knows who’s Hyrule it is or even if it is anyones. There are six sleeping forms and the outline of Wolfie.

There is no Zelda. He distinctly remembers a Zelda being there, after he was injured. Did she leave? He wanted to talk to her.

“Where did she go?” Sky asks, frowning. That’s unfortunate.

Legend raises an eyebrow. “Who?”

“Zelda,” he says, like it’s obvious. “She was here whenever… I got hurt, I guess.”

“Sky,” Legend looks very confused. “There wasn’t ever anyone’s Zelda here. Why would you think so?”

His words are thought out, slower, deeper than the mess he’d been when Sky was injured. That’s good, it means the vet has had time to breathe and calm down since then.

“There wasn’t? But someone mentioned being of royal descent, did they not?” Had he made that entire conversation up? Something of delusion built from blood loss and poison?

Legend’s expression freezes; a blush creeps across his ears. “You, uh, you heard that?”

“Yes?” How could he not? They were shaking and shouting, for Hylia’s sake!

“Oh.”

Sky is growing quickly more confused, and concerned, and he remembers why he was so nervous around Ledge in the first place. Something was wrong—no, something is wrong—and he wants to figure it out.

“Legend? Did something happen? Are you alright?”

The veteran shakes his head. “You got stabbed, Chosen. Scared the hell outta us.”

But that doesn’t answer about the past week or the mysterious person who he’s very very certain said they were related to him.

“I’m sorry,” he starts. Before the other can object, Sky continues. “What about the Zelda, though? Or whoever it was? Someone said they were my descendant, I thought.”

Legend looks anywhere but at Sky’s face. It’s very suspicious. “That, uh, that doesn’t matter. You need rest.”

Sky uses his own arms to keep him up, despite the insistence of the pink-haired hero to get him to lay back down. The more lucid he is, the less the pain matters. It’s nothing, now. He’s done more on less.

“No, wait, Ledge—”

“It was me,” he whispers, and it’s as quick as the pegasus boots he loves so much.

“Hm?”

Legend flushes, continuing to look away. “It was, uh. It was me. I’m your…” he trails off into something incoherent.

Sky raises an inquisitive brow.

“Don’t make me say it,” Legend scowls.

“Say what?”

“You know what!” And Sky really does. He wants to hear Legend admit it for himself, though.

“Stab wound,” he deadpans instead.

Legend huffs and pouts and crosses his arms, scowl deepening, then softening, then deepening again.

A beat passes. No one stirs except for the two exhausted heroes.

“Fable—my Zelda—she’s my sister. I’m the Prince of Hyrule, technically.” Legend brings his knees up to his chest and hugs them, eyes downcast, stance tense and so similar to how it was by the fire, that night.

Everything clicks into place very neatly.

Legend is not upset with Sky. He is worried about Sky, worried he’s been a disappointment, worried that he’s somehow made a mistake. So he cut back on snarks and rolled eyes, on cocked hips and wide gestures, replaced it with something subdued and a (quite frankly horrid) attempt at being something different.

“Can I hug you?” Sky asks, because it’s the only thing he can think of saying.

The veteran—the teenager, really—all but jumps. But, exactly as he hoped he would, the boy uncurls himself just enough to nod and accept the arms barrelling into him.

Sky represses a gasp (ow ow ow, next time, do not fall into someone’s arms with a scabbed stab wound, good Hylia), and squeezes tight, pouring every ounce of care he can in. This is his descendant, his kid, and it’s such a rush of emotions he’s surely going to have to process later but for right now Legend slots perfectly into his arms and all is well.

“You’re not… you’re not mad?” The boy rasps.

Sky uses one hand to comb through unruly hair. Jeez, did this kid brush it at all while he was unconscious? He’s going to have to use the recently acquired dad-card to fix that.

“Why’d I be mad, Ledge?”

From where he’s pressed the other against his chest (how did he never realize Legend was so small? Has he seriously never hugged him before?), Sky can’t see the expression he’s making. He can well assume, though, that’s something along the lines of furrowed brows and pressed lips, confusion evident with a hint of something else.

“Why wouldn’t you be?” Legend finally decides on, and Sky almost laughs at how absurd the question is.

He pulls back to look the boy in the eyes. “Legend, you are a wonderful person who has done wonderous things. You have faced atrocities that no person should, and come out stronger, better, and you have done it again and again, because you care for people less fortunate than you.” His descendant’s eyes are blown wide, wide, wide, and the deep black spots are all the more obvious; no wonder he’s so open, right now, there is not a single ounce of sleep in that body. “I know I haven’t known you long, but I am so proud of you regardless, Legend, and I have no words for how happy I am that I am somehow related to you.”

Violet eyes stare into sky blue, expression lax in a way Sky has not seen before, details in the starlight that are old to one but new to the other.

Sky is hit with the fact that he has never looked at the veteran before this. Not hard enough to point out the little things, like the freckles or light scars or baby hairs.

“Oh,” Legend murmurs, casting his gaze downwards and caving in on his own body a bit more. “Okay.”

“Legend,” eyes flick up once more, “I’m being genuine.”

“I know.” A long pause. “I know, it’s just not that simple, I guess. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, Ledge.”

Legend’s eyes go wide, wide, wide, once more. “The others can’t know I’m Fable’s brother.”

That is definitely something Sky is going to address at a later date.

For now, he hopes that the glint his eyes get is mischievous and his smirk comes across correctly. “Exactly.”

Legend does not look convinced.

“We’ll be like Twi and the champion were, for a while. Imagine how pissed Wars an’ Wind’ll be trying to figure it out,” Sky says, because while he’s seen hell he’s still just barely twenty and the epitome of a little shit.

(Holy Hylia, he’s going to have to address that later. How do Twilight and Wild do this all day? They’re barely a few years apart!)

Legend stares at him, and then lets out a cackle of a laugh. Real and honest, all because of Sky, and hope blooms in his chest. The other is undoubtedly the hardest nut to crack and Sky is finally getting through, after months of work.

Soon, he starts laughing too. He can’t help it! The vet’s laugh is so contagious, and he’s rocking back on his knees, and Sky is wheezing, and they’re both definitely delirious.

They’re also a bit too loud, because even as their giggles subside, the other Links begin stirring. Hyrule first, the lightest sleeper by far, but Wind and Wild and Wars follow not long after. The chain wake to two grinning brothers, and while they don’t understand it, they’re joining in as well.

Sky’s stomach hurts like a bitch, which is not a word he uses lightly, but he feels happy in an odd sense. A lot has happened—too much—but he can ignore it in favor of a good laugh with his brothers.

#linked universe #linked universe fanfic #linked universe sky #linked universe legend #lu sky #lu legend #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #posted on ao3 #fluff #lu fluff #lu mild hurt/comfort #lu sky pov #lu twilight’s accent #it gets its own tag #rest of the chain is there #but they dont have massive roles #first lu fic btw so. yknow. grains of salt. #enjoy

[alltheshadesofamber]

AFTG is a very good example of narrator bias, because if we didn’t get a book from Jean and Jeremy’s POVs we would have no way of knowing the world does not actually in fact revolve around one Andrew Minyard

#aftg #all for the game #neil pov: andrew personally hung all the stars in the sky and he’s the reason the earth moves on its axis #he is holding the entire world up on his strong sturdy shoulders #meanwhile jean pov: and then there’s that weird goalkeeper ig #the foxhole court #tfc #the sunshine court #tsc #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #andriel #jeremy knox #jean moreau

[meteor752]

Shoutout to Grian holding back his feral sister from killing his new boyfriend and boyfriends boyfriend

#I haven’t finished the finale yet but I’m watching from Etho’s pov and I’m rooting for him and Martyn #limited life spoilers #limited life #limlife #pearlescentmoon #Grian #Etho #Impulse #sky siblings #skyblings

[crazylittlejester]

for prompt

“I’m not a child!” With wind

(A.k.a just the “I’m not a child! I grew up faster than other people I didn’t need a stupid stuffed toy!” Audio hut with wind)

I was gonna make this like, hardcore angst and then I got a much sillier idea, I hope you like it!! (309 words)

“I’m not a child!” Wind hissed, glaring at Sky with all his might. “I don’t need you to baby me!”

“Wind, come on…” Sky sighed, but the sailor didn’t give him time to finish.

“I’ve done the same thing as most of you! I’ve defeated Ganon too! All of you were my age once, and I know you guys probably didn’t like being treated like a defenseless child, so why would you treat me that way!”

“Wind!” The sky knight cut him off sharply, and the sailor’s jaw audibly clicked shut.

He hadn’t meant to get so worked up, but he was starting to get frustrated with how the others were assuming that just because he was the youngest they needed to be softer with him or watch out for him more than the others, and when Sky had asked if he wanted the stuffed remlit, it had pushed him over the edge.

“I’m not babying you,” Sky told him, still holding the stuffed little guy who was admittedly very cute. “I’m literally just asking you if you want one because I got one for Wars and Twilight too and I thought you might also want one.”

Wind’s eyes widened in shock and he looked behind him to find the captain and the rancher giggling and playing with their stuffed remlits like they were giddy five year olds.

…If two grown men in their twenties could play with stuffed toys, maybe Wind could too.

“I’m sorry,” he ducked his head, accepting the very soft little guy when Sky held it out for him again.

“It’s okay, sailor,” his brother smiled, pulling him in for a quick side hug. “We were all thirteen once, it’s stressful, I know. But you ARE allowed to act like a kid, you know? We know you’re strong and we won’t treat you any differently.”

#whenever i write from wars’s or twi’s pov is always so angsty because i make them so anxious all the time #i love getting to have them just be idiots in the back #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu wind #lu sky #lu warriors #lu twilight #jes talks #jes ask #jes fic

[thevastnessof]

do you think the navy's information gatherers were like "okay so Strawhat has allied with the former warlord the Surgeon of Death, which is Bad. but with those personalities it'll likely be unstable and temporary - aw fuck. yeah okay they're holding hands now. hey guys im gonna take a smoke break real quick"

#sky speaks #one piece #trafalgar d water law #monkey d luffy #luffy #law #eternally thinking about outside pov one piece #i know theyre exhausted

[wangxianficrecs]

places under the sky by narie

🔒 places under the sky

by narie

T, 17k, Wei Wuxian

Summary: Wei Wuxian braces himself for what might come next, the story of how this man died by the Yiling Patriarch's hand—at Nightless City, at the Burial Mounds, as the rest of the sects tried to bring that great villain to account. "What was his name?" Uncle Gan sits back, twiddles his thumbs as he thinks. "Well, it'd be Wei something, of course." "Wei Changze, wasn't it?" chimes in a new person, and if anyone agrees or disagrees, Wei Wuxian does not hear them. His wine bowl slips from his grip and the sudden clatter of it barely registers over the unexpected sounds of his father's name. Wei Changze, slipping so careless from a stranger's mouth here in small Taozi, here of all places under the open sky. Wei Changze. - Wei Wuxian meets his grandmother. No, not the immortal one. The other one. Kay's comments: The first comment under this story just read "Oh. Oh. This was heart breaking" and yeah. I couldn't have said it better. Absolutely heart-breaking, devastating and sad, but like in the best way possible. Not a happy story at all, but instead one that leaves you feeling as if your heart has been clawed open. The Untamed canon where Wei Wuxian accidently meets his grandmother, on his father's side of the family, during his post-canon travels, while he pines away for Lan Zhan. Surprise grandma, but he can't bring himself to burden her with the truth of who he is and so simply introduces himself as Mo Xuanyu. Excerpt: "Did your sect know they had a son? He was born here, in this house. Little a'Ying," she adds, effortlessly, thoughtlessly, smiling at him. The name in her mouth is unfamiliar, a warped version of those that have claimed him before. A'Ying is a child's name, the most childish of them, and although of course it's supposed to be his, he doesn't recall ever having been that. He's been a'Xian to shijie, to Uncle Fengmian sometimes, and he is Wei Ying to Lan Zhan now, nothing else. It's not a name he owns, and he does not like the way it lingers in the small space between them: innocent, untroubled, unaware, reaching for him and offering to tie him to this place. It's instinct to look away to avoid it, to busy his hands and his gaze with his teacup, to reach for the final cake. Yet he can't stop his hearing from betraying him, he can't not hear Zhang Rufen as she continues, "They always took him with them when they went wandering, all three of them were very stubborn. I used to tell Chang'er to leave the boy here with us, but neither he nor his wife would hear of it. He would not have been so much to feed, and we were doing better by then, we could have used another pair of hands to help with the orchards as he grew up." There it is again, this possibility, this other life, offered to him with fully unhesitant regard. He tries to avoid it, but it unspools in front of him, so bright and clear, almost tempting: the seasons, the harvest, the river, the cool moist soil settling under his nails and around them, working its indelible way into every groove of his fingers, a different sort of ink. Tending life, instead of rending it. A good life. Maybe it would have suited a'Ying, whoever that boy would have become.

pov wei wuxian, post-canon, the untamed compliant, the untamed, rogue cultivator wei wuxian, canonical character death, grief/mourning, closure, sad wei wuxian, wei wuxian has a family, funerary rites, family dynamics

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#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #Wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Rec #March 2024 #teen #medium fic 15k-49k #places under the sky #narie #pov wei wuxian #post-canon #the untamed compliant #the untamed #rogue cultivator wei wuxian #canonical character death #grief/mourning #closure #sad wei wuxian #wei wuxian has a family #funerary rites #family dynamics

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Febuwhump Day 4 - Obedience

Healthcare AU, anyone?

The letter shook in his hands.

Redeployment.

Sky stared at the word. Stared long and hard. He'd only just been discharged from the hospital and he was not only being thrown back into the war, but in a completely new location?!

0700.

Tomorrow. First thing tomorrow. He was being ordered to pack his bags and leave everyone he knew first thing in the morning.

Was this punishment? It had to be punishment. He'd flown into too many hot zones, damaged too many birds, put too many lives at risk all for the sake of trying to get to everyone, trying to save everyone.

He'd messed up. He knew he had. Nearly everyone had died in his last rescue, and he'd gotten himself injured and his helicopter now had holes riddled through it.

Sky sat slowly on his bed, hands falling to his lap, ordinance falling out of his numb grip. His arm hurt, pain searing from his shoulder and creeping down to his fingers like poison. If he took pain medicine he'd probably fall asleep right now, so that wasn't an option.

What was he going to tell the others? Could even tell them? Did he have time? He might be able to find Wind, but... could he even tell the kid that he was leaving him?

So this was it, then? He went through so much just to be tossed somewhere else?

Sky rose, taking a trembling breath, looking at his small quarters. The walk over to the army barracks would probably sap him of his energy. Energy that he needed to spend packing and prepping for deployment.

His shoulder hurt. His heart hurt more.

Zelda and Groose had disappeared like this too. Shifted somewhere else after the first time he'd been shot down. He'd yet to hear from either of them.

You love Zelda more than the world. If you can handle being pulled from her, you can handle this.

A hiccup escaped his lips. Then a sob. Fuck he was so damn tired.

Sky solemnly started to gather his things. He didn't want his friends, his family to endure the pain of separation that he had when Groose and Zelda had been taken away. He resolved to find them and talk to them once he finished packing. But instead, he finally gave in to the agony in his arm, he took pain medicine and barely managed to finish packing before passing out.

0700 came. Sky hurried to the hangar. And within a few minutes, he left that world behind.

#writing #lu in healthcare #lu in healthcare war era #lu sky #Sky's POV to the 'sky went poof after getting shot' story #wonder where he got redeployed anyway #febuwhump #skye time travels through the queue

[legendofzoodles]

Sky: Where’s Twilight?

Wind: He’s a buff dude in a wolf pellet, how did we lose sight of him?

Wild: I got this.

Wild: [shouting] Shadow magic is evil!

Twilight: [in the distance] No it’s misunderstood!!

Wild: You guys go get him.

Sky and Wind: Why?

Wild: [backing away] I’d rather not hear that lecture again.

#pov you insulted the twili tribes magic #linked universe #lu #lu incorrect quotes #linked universe incorrect quotes #lu twi #lu twilight #lu wild #lu sky #lu wind #linked universe twilight #linked universe wild

[occasionallyprosie]

Here's a snippet from that child fic...

He latched onto Wind. Something about him--it wasn’t even that he was the Hero of Winds--was just… more familiar than anyone else. It was like... like they were brothers in their cores, like he had taken every step of his life with him, like their hearts and minds aligned, like they shared stories and lives. It was like they'd always known each other. It was hard to explain, how his spirit sang in familiarity to Wind's, but it was something he couldn’t help but latch onto.

Take it as you will

#goals for this fic: #fluff #multiple povs #(aka not just legend centric) #comfort #healthy coping mechanisms #kids being kids #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu four #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu sky #lu time #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu wild #lu wind #and #drumroll #lu spirit

[oneweirdbookaddict]

Hello Anon! Sorry this took so long! Hope this is ok, I had a lot of fun writing it!

1918 words

Warnings for injuries (not explicit at all, just mentioned), implied torture (again, not described, just implied), manipulation (kind of?), and mentions of trusted people hurting you (but it’s not real). Stay safe, and let me know if anyone wants anything else!

~~~~

For now, the Skyloftian sleeps soundly at the edge of camp. Slowly, he’s starting to trust them again.

It’s been a long and very, very bumpy road.

But they’ve been making progress.

Sky sits with them, eats with them, walks with them… doesn’t seem to think they’re going to hurt him anymore.

The younger heroes are sleeping as well, blankets and bedrolls used to fight off the chill.

Legend and Hyrule are cuddled together, the veteran’s arms snugly around the traveler.

Four is curled up close to the fire, a little too close for his comfort. One shift the wrong way the smithy’s gonna get burnt. But no one takes the risk of moving the sleeping teen. Everyone values their hands too much for that.

Wild is tucked into Twi’s pelt, curled into the rancher’s side in a very cat-like manner. He’d actually fallen asleep first, a rarity among them.

Wind is in Wars’ lap. The sailor had been taking this the hardest, having trouble sleeping and pacing around constantly, so he’s glad he’s finally getting some rest.

Twi sits to his right, looking like he’s going to join the teenagers in dreamland soon.

The rancher had probably made the most progress with the Skyloftian. Treating him gently, never pushing, always making an effort. He’s proud to be able to call Twilight his descendent.

Wars sits near Sky, leaning back against a tree. Wars had also been an absolute godsend, keeping the others together, talking Sky through flashbacks and panic attacks, patiently answering any questions Sky might ask.

“Get some rest, Twi.” He says quietly, putting a hand on the rancher’s shoulder. “You need it.”

Twi doesn’t protest, a testament to how tired he is. Just nods, carefully shifting the champion into his arms and laying their bedrolls out before falling still.

It’s been an exhausting couple of days for all of them. The fight to get Sky back, realizing that Sky no longer trusts them, is afraid of them hurting him, on top of dealing with the injuries they all sustained?

They’re all exhausted.

He gazes into the fire, letting the unpleasant memories come back to him again.

Wars and Legend take Dark Link as they go through monster after monster just to get to Sky.

Twi takes a hit hard enough to send him to the ground, where he doesn’t get up for a long moment.

Wind’s face is bloody and there’s a glossy look in his eyes that he really doesn’t like.

Four’s kneeling next to Hyrule, forcing a potion into the traveler’s hands as Wild covers them.

But despite it all, they made it to Sky’s cell.

It’s so much worse than they could’ve imagined.

The skyloftian is barely recognizable.

Bruised, bloody, filthy… and terrified of them.

Huddled in the corner, shaking.

It was horrible to see. Sky… would never hide like that. Ever. He was a hero of courage, one of the strongest people any of them knew, always one to stand for himself and fight despite impossible odds.

“Sky?” Wind had said, shocked, stepping towards the skyloftian.

“I didn’t know. I didn’t know. Don’t hurt me anymore. Please. I didn’t know. I promise.” Sky had pleaded, and they’d all frozen.

“Sky… hey, no one’s going to hurt you… you’re safe now. We’re gonna get you out of here.”

He’d ushered the others back, out of the cell, taking a knee near but not too close to Sky.

But before he could say anything, the skyloftian had punched him across the face and booked it.

Out the cell, out the hideout, out into the forest.

Where they’d later found him passed out in a small clearing, regrouping and setting up camp.

“He really owned your ass, Old Man.” Leg says flatly, peering at the bruise on his cheek.

The veteran is faring much worse than him, sporting a nasty concussion and a decent slash on his stomach.

“Blind sighted me.” He jokes, smirking when Legend snorts.

“Literally. That’s your- the side you can’t- that was a bad one, Time.”

“Ah, but you’re laughing.”

And he is.

Despite the crummy mood, the silence hanging over them, Legend is laughing.

“That was bad. It was bad. I’m laughing because it was bad.” Legend insists, still snickering.

Then takes a breath, letting it out in a sigh.

“That sucked. Anyone know what’s wrong with him yet?”

And just like that, they’re back to the somber, tense silence.

~~~~

It’s a slow morning.

The boys are all up late, even Wars and Twi.

He’s the first one up, not unusual.

But once the sun is well risen and both Wars and Twi are still asleep, he has to admit to himself that’s odd.

There’s no need for concern, though. Wars is up soon enough, slowly detangling himself from Wind’s limbs, stretching and moving over to him.

“Hey, Sprite.” The captain sighs, taking a seat.

“Morning, Captain.” He says back, glancing up from his letter.

He gets a small smile. “Always writing home, huh?”

He has to smile back. “Gotta keep the wife happy somehow.”

That gets a soft laugh, Wars shaking his head and pouring a cup of tea.

“Must really suck being away.” Wars notes offhandedly, and he nods, humor slipping.

“Yeah. And it only gets harder.”

Then an idea sparks in his head, gaze flicking to Sky.

The captain gives him a knowing smile.

If he were ten years younger he could pull the captain into his arms and noogie him. But he has to settle for a joking slap on the shoulder, side eyeing his friend.

“You took your opportunity and ran, didn’t you?”

“It’s how you win battles, Old Man.” Wars smiles.

He has to laugh, even as he sighs.

“Get him to talk to his Zelda. I think it’ll help.”

“Us? Or him?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Both.” Wars answers, stretching out with a sigh.

“There’s a lot of what ifs.”

“Always is, dealing with heroes.”

He has to smile at that. “It’s a good idea. I’ll see if he wants to. I won’t push him, Captain.”

“You’ll never hear me say you should. Just suggest it. Ten rupees says he’ll do it.”

“We both know he will, I’m not taking that bet.” He says, and that gets another small laugh.

Some day, he wants to hear the captain give a real laugh. Uncaring, unstrained, actually happy laugh.

Maybe he’ll be able to hear that before their adventure is done. But for now, he accepts what he’s got.

“What about you, Captain? You ever write home?”

He gets a smile for that. “When I need to. Don’t play my own games with me, Old Man.”

That makes him chuckle again.

It’s not long before the other heroes begin rousing, slowly drifting to the remnants of their fire, and ending their conversation.

Sky’s up, too, sitting next to Four, Rulie on his other side. And today, Sky accepts food without hesitation, eats without argument, and even accepts a second helping from Wild.

He smiles to himself, meeting the captain’s eyes next to him. They both remember the struggle it was to get anything like that to happen once they got Sky back.

It’s a long process to convince Sky to take a potion, accept a bit of food and water, to get some sleep.

At first, it’s all they can do to keep him from running away again.

It takes them all setting down their weapons, their shields, taking any magical item off, and Sky to have the master sword tightly in his grasp for him to slowly sit.

And for him to become physically ill for him to accept some food and water.

And another few hours for him to let the smithy- probably deemed the least likely to harm him without a weapon- to slowly get a potion into him and tend to the injuries that hadn’t been entirely healed.

Four’s quiet nature probably relaxes Sky more than the rest of them do.

They all act like they’re not watching as Four gently bandages a lingering cut on the knight’s arm, inspects a bruise on his face, hands slowly brushing Sky’s cheek.

The skyloftian flinches.

Four pauses. Slowly moves his hand. “Sorry. Blacksmith’s hands, I know they’re rough.” The smith says softly.

Sky looks confused.

Four looks confused, blinking at Sky. Then awkwardly shows him his hands.

“Calluses. Burns. Makes skin-”

“You’re sorry for hurting me? You’ve never said sorry before.” Sky blurts.

Four falters. “Wh-”

“Why are you all being so nice now?! You all hurt me for… for so long and now- you’re being so nice? You guys used to be nice before, too… you’re just going to hurt me again aren’t you?!”

“What? No, no, Sky, we’re not going to hurt you. Do you remember what happened? Dark Link took you.” Four says quietly, gently, slowly taking Sky’s hand.

The knight scoffs at that, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah? Sure. Ok. Whatever.”

But now the others are all openly watching. “Did… did we hurt you?” Wind asks.

Sky’s eyes find the Sailor’s. “No, I did this myself.” The knight says, uncharacteristically sarcastic.

“Who did this?” Legend asks, eyes narrowed dangerously. Sky seems to realize they’re not acting.

Looks around at all of them, eyes still full of suspicion and distrust. “All of you. You all… you guys did.”

But now it sounds like a question.

And that was the beginning of rebuilding the trust.

~~~~

He looks up from his letter, sighing slowly.

Signs his name, folds it up, setting it down next to him and stretching out in the grass.

His eyes linger on Time, flick to Wars, then to Twi… before reminding himself they weren’t the ones that hurt him. Only something that looked like them.

A smile flits across his face when he catches Four and Wind tumbling down a hill, loud laughter crossing the field as they roll.

Despite their ferocity in battle, it’s ridiculous to think that they would’ve hurt him.

Four, the steady, unwavering support that never faltered. Wind, the energetic and positive energy that always knew just what to say.

Legend’s dozed off in the grass near him, Wars and Rulie snickering as they remove the veteran’s boots.

Ever playful and never having any malicious intentions towards anyone in the group.

Including him.

Wars and Rulie would never hurt him.

Wild cooks dinner at the fire, lightly swatting Twi and Time away from ‘helping.’

“You guys are banned from my cooking pot! Scram!” The champion laughs, giving another light wave of the spatula he’s using.

Twi laughs as he leaves, taking Time’s arm and dragging him away. “Guess being a menace in the kitchen runs in the family,” the rancher is laughing.

He smiles again, shaking his head to himself. Meets Time’s gaze, smiling wider.

The old man smiles back, still half laughing with the rancher.

“I, for one, would prefer an edible dinner.” He calls jokingly before he can think twice about it.

For a second, fear flits through him, but then it’s gone.

Time looks jokingly offended, but Wild and Twi both burst into laughter.

The sound wakes Legend up, scaring the crap out of the captain and the traveler, who both sprint off, screaming as Legend chases them.

Wind and Four, having rolled down the hill for the fifth time, both stand unsteadily, tottering around as they laugh.

So much laughter.

No one in this group could ever hurt him, he remembers.

They’re family.

And his family would never hurt him.

~~~~

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe fic #Lu Sky #Sky lu #linked universe sky #sky linked universe #time Lu #Lu time #since most of it is in his pov #I have a version that’s not jumping back and forth between time periods #if anyone wants it just lmk! #book’s writings

[env0]

Homecoming King

#Selfie #Blue sky #suburban gothic #suburbanliving #Alt men #Emo #Alternative #Casual day #Casual attire #Love this set up might need to do more with this #Big arms #Guster #Homecoming king #Smile #Low pov #Heart throb #Spotify

[bunnymajo]

#pov: you're a ranborg about to get rekt #cure butterfly #precure #hirogaru sky precure #magical girls

[lulucicada]

The fact that Pearl IMMEDIATELY went 'Grian….' They are siblings your honour 💗💗

We don’t talk about skyblings enough just sayyying

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft s9 #pearlescentmoon #grian (background) #goodtimeswithscar (his pov) #other hermits don’t need a tag really #skyblings #sky duo #they are everything to me 💗💗

[gearthiefgrovyle]

Celebi here! (Not yours)

I'm currently in the process of attempting to dismantle a "Time Hammer" as apparently one of the locals was particularly inspired by your recent efforts.

Also, should it ever become relevant, do inform Dialga that he'll be needing to replace his windows for me. That would be appreciated.

@dusknoirtheexplorer Uh. Message for your boss.

#(pov of grovyle if anyone was wondering) #asks #anonymous #pmd #pmd2 #explorers of sky #grovyle #pokemon mystery dungeon #celebi

[not-freyja]

“A party?” Wind perks up, already grinning. “What are we celebrating?”

“Your birthday, of course!” Ravio beams. “Or… your not -birthday? Your un -birthday?” He shrugs, “That doesn’t matter. What matters is that it’s not every day that a young man realizes he’s fifteen, and that deserves to be remarked upon.”

Time laughs and shoves Legend in the back. “Well you heard the man, Vet. Let’s go get the booze.”

Legend sputters, but starts forward. Sure. Fine. Whatever. They can have a stupid not-birthday party for Wind in his damn orchard and drag his furniture outside and all pretend that this is a completely normal and fine thing to do.

Why the fuck not?

#freyja writes fic #this is an adjuration #fic update #lu blue #lu sky #lu wind #lu legend #lu vio #lu warriors #little bit of vio pov in this chpater #so that means a few of those fun footnotes #only three this time #also Ravio is here! #hi Ravio!

[fantastic-nonsense]

"vigilante shit" is the Kaz song, "Karma" is the Inej song, and "Mastermind" is the Kanej song, thanks for your time and consideration when working on your midnights edits

#and yes......'bigger than the whole sky' is helnik's song everyone is absolutely correct on that one #participating in the fandom's obsession with matching taylor swift songs to characters and ships #vigilante shit is about kaz and pekka #karma is about inej and heleen #mastermind alternates between kaz and inej's povs #(if I could make a gifset of the karma bridge featuring Menagerie-era Inej it would be over for y'all) #otp: on the seas and in the city #kanej #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #six of crows