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elgatt0 · 9 months

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Inside Wolves

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I always liked the villain/evil AU theme, and after reading this wonderful fic by @tashilover, I decided to put into practice an idea that was hammering in my mind for a long time!

⚠️Note: the following story will tackle some topics that may not be suitable for everyone (death, blood and such) But I promise to hold back and not leave anything too absurd. I will try

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Chapter I

"Rabbits that live in burrows dug by wolves do not spend on burials"

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Legend pov

"It's late. The sun sets and darkness rises, we better stop here." Mr. blue scarf speaks very politely.

Everything he does is always politey, I'm sure he's like that even when he shits.

To be fair, Mr scarf is a captain in his era. He fought in wars and led troops, so barking orders and having nice hair is his second nature...

Being a bastard is the first.

Everyone knows, he knows and seems to be proud of it, I wish hylia have mercy when that vain being starts talking about women.

"We're not going to use a bonfire tonight" he still didn't get tired of talking "Terrain is unknown, as well as the monsters here. The strong flames will attract unwanted attention, an oil lantern should be enough for us." I hate to admit it, but he's competent at what he does.

"Now that you mentioned , we've been walking through the forest all day , strange that we haven't encountered any monsters...or anything alive" Someone comments. Little guy, being observant as usual. If the trees could hear I'm sure they'd be offended by that last sentence.

Ah yes, new adventure, new faces, same name. But I already solved the last problem.

"Strange don't you think? It seems as if the forest is mourning" Cloud head agrees "It doesn't match at all what the villagers told us."

"Not only words, nothing was matching in that village."

The old man, many things with him don't match either. The tattoos that go with that pale eye emanate something ancient, dangerous, maybe divine? I don't know, I feel a strange sense of unease about them. But that doesn't matter, for now.

Everyone in that village was hiding something, far beyond secrets. I felt like I could find a corpse at any moment.

"I think we were fooled, one way or another" Looks like I'm not the only one who feels this way.

All the others fell into silence as morbid as the forest, lost in their minds as they prepared for the night. I bet that just like me, everyone is processing everything that happened these last days.

Having your butt ripped out of your house through a dark portal and thrown into a totally unknown place with 8 other incarnations of your spirit to travel aimlessly and fight demons is a really wonderful experience, I don't blame them.

May Hylia pay my therapy.

It hasn't been long since we started this journey, despite knowing that we have shared the same spirit, yet we are not the same person.

It feels like we've become more strangers than allies with each passing day. Not hating each other but not fully trusting either.

I shake my head as if to throw my thoughts away and toss my bag and boots aside. Lying down, I don't bother to take off the extra layers of my clothes. I'll likely wake up sore, but I don't care.

Behind me, the sailor brat seemed uncomfortable with the silence. Not enduring these calm seas, he decided to break the awkward silence and started talking about food, which seemed to liven up the tense atmosphere a bit. But I wasn't interested in joining, eating now seemed cloying.

Using my hands as a pillow, I gaze up at the dark starless sky. It's odd, we are in the middle of nowhere far from any dazzling light from towns or villages, I should be complaining about the brightness of the stars, not the absence.

I keep facing the darkness until an apple shakes my thoughts out of my head, again. I sit up, rubbing my aching forehead and look at the one who will wake up with a mouth full of ants.

"Stop the drama and eat. I bet the poison that comes off your tongue is more potent than anything I could put in food" Forget the ants, I'll smother him with his damn fancy scarf.

"And I bet my kick can make that butt flatter than it is" I don't normally put salt on the wound...

I use oil and set it on fire.

And it burned badly, leaving the captain's face flushed a pure red. "Why, you little s-"

"Enough" The old man intervenes with a firm voice "Veteran, eat. Hunger won't do anyone any good" I think about arguing until he gives me that look which reminds me that I have more important things to do.

Mister Blue Scarf snorts, a bit awkward after being scolded. "Your little shit" He mutters as he turns his back and stomps out, not being much polite in hiding his annoyance.

I salute the captain with my middle finger as he leaves, even I can be polite sometimes. My good manners elicit a few giggles and eye rolls.

That sharp eye was still piercing through my skull, so I decided to pick up the apple and eat it, not caring if it's really poisoned or not.

It's not like I need to have worries in the matter, the captain may be a bastard, but he has strong morals. He would never kill me like that, his death language is sword against sword, I respect that.

That damn wolf is what really worries me.

Wolfie gives me a strange feeling every time I see him, something wrong. Those eerily human eyes, the way him appears from the shadows no matter what era we're in, the beast always follows us. A wolf that herds sheep.

I remember the time the crazy cook said it was okay, he knew that wolf. Apparently, Wolfie acted as a guide on his journey, a kind of divine beast. I'd say it's about time he got some glasses, 100 years in darkness takes away anyone's eyesight.

There's nothing divine about that beast. The brutal way Wolfie shatters his victims and the pleasure he seemed to take in it was so wrong, I've seen demons be more merciful.

"Wolfieeee! You're back," the Sailor exclaims happily. Perfect, just as I was thinking about demons. I wonder if whispering his name three times will make him appear too.

I watch Wolfie approached slowly, each step calculated and deliberate. His claws dragged along the ground, producing a low, grinding sound. His tail wagged in excitement, making large arcs in the air.

Why is this so familiar? Where...when...who?

I don't know if it was because of tiredness, the low light from the lantern, or even if everyone needed glasses too.

There's no way anyone didn't notice the fresh blood that adorns the wolf's fur and stains the ground.

There's no way anyone didn't notice fangs ripping off sailor's throat.

AO3//Next>>

#linked universe fanfic #lu fanfiction #lu fic #lu wolfie #lu twilight #lu legend #the others appear but they are not the main ones #linkeduniverse #linked universe #linked universe twilight #linked universe au #linked universe legend #lu fanart #linked universe fanart #wolfs #wolf art #my silly writing

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merriclo · 2 years

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wild gets kept up at night by the fact that twilight saw him doing some absurdly idiotic and embarrassing things

#he was practicing the ‘launch over an empty space with a tree trunk’ move but halfway onto hit he fell off and then just kinda laid there #then he gets up and walks/climbs shamefully back to wolfie and immediately tries again #twilight saw link climb a tree to get an apple and then fall right before he grabbed the apple #do y’all think has twilight met like. sidon or riju or the others?#prob not riju bc of the Gerudo outfit comic #but does he know sidon or maybe even kass #sidon sees wild from the water and panics bc oh no oh fuck wild there’s a wolf RIGHT THERE #only for wild to be like ‘oh hey lol meet wolfie’#also. wild. wolfie?? really????#of all the names out there 🤨#has twilight been to wild’s house in hateno. i hope he has i love that house sm #jojo’s linked universe #linked universe #lu #linkeduniverse #twilight linked universe #linked universe twilight #lu twilight #twilight lu #wild linked universe #linked universe wild #lu wild #wild lu

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nancyheart11 · 1 month

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“Hey Link, I have a friend who can help. He may look a little scary, but he could make sure you don’t need to fight, plus you wouldn’t need to walk!” Wind pulled his head off Twilight’s damp shoulder, Smearing snot and tears along his arm with a drawn out sniffle before squinting. “Really?” Twilight didn’t try to hold back the grin at the fact that this idea was just crazy enough it might work!”Yeah! His name’s Wolfie, and he’s big enough that you could ride him, plus he is super good at finding us all again after leaving for one thing or another.” “What’s a Wolfie?”

#nan writes #is that 5 or 6 snippets i've done now?#lu twilight #lu wind #baby breeze #Twilight has gotten too used to the others being chill about Wolfie XD #still have 9 snippets to go from the boopathon!

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pinkmoondoll9shihtzu · 10 months

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feel like a crucial part of my lore is that the only ps2 game i ever owned was okami & summer 2007 i had no friebds so i played thru it 7 or 8 times in a row it will always B my favrorite game, Nothin compares..

#also played twilight princess a lot around this time #huge year for wolfies.....#i wld rent other ps2 games sometimes but rite after i got one is when we startef having NOOO money so

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squigglywindy · 2 years

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Whumptober Day Two

Title: Nowhere to run

Prompts Used: Caged (and maybe Confrontation if you squint)

Warnings: Major character death. Blood. Emotions. Guilt-ish. Someone dissociates a lil

Whumpee(s): Basically everyone, but mostly Twilight, Warriors and Four

Whumpometer for those hesitant to read these bad boys, as some are Very Bad and some barely qualify as whump: 8/10 for Emotional Turmoil. 8/10 for Physical Distress

General Notes: So uh...yeah. MCD happens off-screen, but it definitely happens. Please feel free to skip if that's not your cup of tea, it's okay <3. Can also message me if you want a more spoiler-y warning. This is not particularly graphic or anything, just uh...yeah.

Wolfie smooshed his nose against the bars and growled. At the strange hooded man to let him out, and at the situation in general for having the audacity to happen in the first place.

He had never thought to be careful of wildlife traps. Had never bothered to look down very much as he ran. It had never crossed his mind, until the cold metal of the trap bit into his leg and scraped across his bone, that maybe people hunted wolves for sport. Or bears, or deer, or whatever the thing had been meant for.

When the stranger showed up, it definitely felt as if it had been meant for him. The stranger who had a tranquilizer dart, and rope, and an entire cage ready to go, as if he had set out to catch a wolf.

He considered shifting back, but only briefly. That would only make the cage more cramped, and the trap around his leg would probably hurt worse. He’d have thumbs to take it off with, but then the stranger would see. Discomfort was not reason enough to expose himself.

“You’re gonna make a pretty rug, pup,” the stranger smiled, crouching down so that he was eye-level with the wolf

Wolfie snarled, more than a little disappointed when the man barely flinched. He was sure he was scary; he’d had enough people react with fear. But things were different, inside a cage. He wasn’t very threatening behind bars.

He was out of options. Nobody knew where he was; he had gone to ‘get firewood’, and it was his own fault for going on a little joy-sprint through the woods. They would miss him, eventually, but that didn’t mean they’d find him in time. He needed a new plan.

The pain in his leg prompted the whine to escape before he’d truly settled on a plan; and by that point, it was too late to back out. The stranger already knew he was pathetic. Might as well roll with it.

The stranger turned to glare at him when he whined, and Wolfie swallowed his pride, hung his head, and looked up with the very best puppy-eyes he could manage. It wasn’t as hard as he wished it would be. Caged, hurt, and alone, it was all-too-easy to look like a pitiful little puppy.

“That ain’t gonna work on me, pup,” the stranger sighed, drawing the sword from his back. “Look, it’s nothing personal. Wolves are a plague, and I work on commission. I’ll make it quick.”

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“He should be back,” Wild’s tone wasn’t worried, exactly, but it was definitely apprehensive. Twilight was famous for taking longer than strictly necessary when gathering firewood, but it had been too long; even by his standards.

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Legend waved him off dismissively and tossed their last stick onto the dying fire. “Probably just wanted a break from us. I should’ve gone with him.”

“How would it be a break if you were together?” Warriors rolled his eyes playfully and shook out his bedroll, claiming one of the coveted spots near the fire.

“I’ll go check on him,” Four huffed and jumped off of the stump he was using as a chair.

Warriors heaved a long-suffering sigh and grabbed his sword, slinging it over his shoulder. “Safety in numbers and all that; let’s go.”

They were barely a few strides away from the clearing they had set up camp in when the low howl of a wolf filled the air, and Four froze. “Wolfie?” Warriors mused curiously, turning a slow circle before giving a shrug. He started to head back off in the direction they’d last seen Twilight, but Four grabbed onto his sleeve and ran.

Warriors almost fell from the sudden jerk of it all, but he managed to right himself and follow along, as confused as he was. Wolfie came and went at will, and hearing him in proximity to camp really wasn’t that big of a deal. But Four seemed scared; and it was a strange look on him, so Warriors played along.

When the howl abruptly cut off, the smithy doubled his pace and Warriors easily matched it, speeding through the trees until they finally came into view of what was going down.

Warriors’ heart clenched, sending absolutely frigid blood through his body and freezing him on the spot. There was a man standing, wiping his sword off with a scrap of cloth, and beside him was a cage. A cage filled with a limp, unreactive Wolfie.

Warriors’ eyes flicked from the man’s sword to the blood on the ground, following the trail to Wolfie. The pieces clicked together too quickly, and he went rigid. “Wolfie?” He croaked.

The stranger had the decency to look abashed. He paled and his eyes widened as he slid his sword back into place. “...Was that your dog?” He asked, voice shamed and a little guilty and nothing like the monster Warriors already knew him to be.

He hadn’t worked out a reaction. Part of him wanted to light into the man and serve him his just desserts, and another wanted to run and check on Wolfie. Yet another remained frozen to the spot, unable to truly process what in the world he had just stumbled across.

Four did not appear to be having any such problem. He took exactly half a second to take in the scene before his mind was made up, and his sword was off his back and pointed directly at the stranger’s throat. “What did you do,” he growled lowly, voice so distinctly un-Four-like and scary that it jarred Warriors back into motion.

He surged forward and grabbed Four’s sword arm, effectively halting him before he could disembowel the stranger. The stranger had it coming, really, but as much as Warriors wanted to join in and take him out, he couldn’t. He was just a guy; hunting who he thought was just a wolf. “Get lost,” he growled at the stranger, and no level of desire for a wolf pelt could make the man stick around after that. It wasn’t worth getting stabbed over.

Once he was a safe distance away, Warriors released Four and the smithy promptly dropped his sword and ran to the cage. He fumbled with the lock for a second, but when it didn’t immediately come loose, he shoved his hands between the bars instead. They raked through Wolfie’s fur, grabbing at various body parts in search of a pulse, turning red from the blood slowly covering Wolfie’s chest.

It was a gruesome sight; and when Four choked on an uncharacteristic devastated sob, Warriors was finally spurred into action. He ripped his eyes away from the mangled mess of his old wolf friend, and turned them instead to the living mess of his brother. He was a little out of his depth; Four was never the first to fall apart, or even to fall apart at all. He was always composed, collected, and generally one to do damage control after events that left others rattled. Warriors had absolutely no idea how to return that favor.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Warriors knelt behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder and wincing when it didn’t seem to help. Four pulled his hands out of the cage, mindless of the blood as he pressed one to his mouth and used the other to grab onto Warriors’ arm as he stared, breaths coming in rapid little pants that couldn’t be doing anything other than making him lightheaded.

“Okay, it’s okay, c’mere, just...breathe for a second,” Warriors tugged him to his chest, wrapping his arms around the smaller Link as he directed his eyes anywhere but at the cage full of Wolfie. “It’s just a wolf.” His words weren’t directed at Four, exactly, and he wouldn’t have said them if he’d thought about anybody else actually hearing. He was mostly trying to convince himself to keep it together. To stay strong and put-together for Four’s sake, because as much as they all loved Wolfie, he was a wolf. And maybe if he convinced himself of that, the burning in his eyes would go away and the tightness in his chest would wither and disappear. It was a wolf; and he’d repeat it as many times as he had to until it stopped feeling like he’d, somehow, lost one of his brothers.

Four went absolutely rigid at his words, making Warriors regret saying them no matter how much they almost helped. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he hummed, not really sure what he did mean it like, but he knew now that it had sounded bad. It wasn’t ‘just a wolf’. He was Wolfie, their friend; the faithful companion that showed up in times of need no matter where or when they were.

Four sucked in a ragged breath, releasing it as a heartbroken sob and pulling away from Warriors so he could twist around and look at him. His large eyes were wider than ever, far past overflowed with tears, and his lip was tucked between his teeth, already gnawed all to pieces. “Wars,” he croaked, hands curling into the front of Wars’ tunic, seeking contact in a way he was infamous for not doing. “That’s Twi.”

Warriors’ entire world almost crashed and burned, but it halted before it could hit rock bottom; thrown completely off the rails by utter confusion. “...What?” He asked, backtracking from his initial gut reaction that of course Four was telling the truth, and settling instead into how could Four be telling the truth? Wolfie was Wolfie. And the fact that he’d never seen him and Twilight at the same time meant nothing.

“Twilight is Wolfie,” Four repeated, words unsteady but clear. “He can turn into a wolf.”

The feeling that slammed into Warriors hit him like a horse at full speed, dragging him under its feet and hitting him with a new gut-punch with every second that passed. Twilight was Wolfie. Wolfie was dead. Twilight hadn’t bothered to tell all of them because he didn’t trust them and now he was dead. “How do you know?” He demanded. It felt impossible to speak past the boulder-sized lump that had lodged itself in his throat, but he forcefully shoved the words out anyway. He had to know the answer; had to know if there was any way that Four was mistaken.

“Doesn’t matter,” Four sniffed, and the words felt so distinctly untrue, but Four didn’t give Warriors time to question him further. “We have to get him out,” he turned back to the cage, tugging on the lock with near manic determination. “He can’t...we can’t leave him...they put him in a cage. Why? He...he just...locked him up and stabbed him, it’s not...” his words weren’t really stringing together to make for a coherent question, but he turned to Warriors as if he expected an answer anyway.

The only thing Warriors had to offer was more questions, so he kept his mouth closed and drew his sword instead. It took a few slams from the hilt of his sword to the lock on the cage, but eventually, the metal broke away and Four was able to swing the door open.

Warriors didn’t know what to do but stare. Four crawled halfway into the cage to wrap his arms gently around Wolfie and drag him out, away from the cage and into a patch of grass where he sat down. He pried the trap off of Wolfie’s leg and tossed it aside, pulled Wolfie into his lap, hugged the limp wolf body, and cried. It was a normal reaction; healthy, even. Going through the motions of someone who had lost a brother and stumbled across the scene in the aftermath; and it made Warriors feel jealous in a way he didn’t want to.

His brain was speeding faster than it ever had in his life; and still, he couldn’t catch up. He was still reeling from Wolfie being dead; and then the ‘Wolfie is Twilight’ bomb was dropped and he hadn’t had time to process any of it.

He moved to sit beside Four anyway. He put one hand on the Smithy’s shoulder, a silent offer of support even though he had no idea what to do, and gently placed the other on Wolfie’s head. He drug a finger slowly across the marks on Wolfie’s forehead, taking in the familiar pattern and wondering why he had never really noticed it before. Why he’d let all of the pretty obvious signs fly right over his head. Why he’d never been close enough to his brother to learn of this secret until it was too late.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke softly, hand stroking down Wolfie’s head to the tip of his big pointy ear. He flicked his tongue out across his lips and tasted salt; the first indicating that he had, apparently, started crying at some point. He hadn’t realized; and even now that he did, he still didn’t feel much. He wished he would. Even heart-mangling grief could be followed by some form of catharsis. All he felt now was empty, and guilty. Guilty because he had presented himself in such a way that Twilight hadn’t told. Because Twilight had snuck off alone to be a wolf in peace, and in the absence of their treasured buddy system, he had been captured and caged and killed. Because if he’d spent one less second teasing Legend and one more searching for Twilight, they might have gotten there in time. “I’m so sorry,” he repeated, grasping Wolfie’s limp head between his hands and sliding the wolf’s eyes closed, trying to imagine a world where he was merely sleeping. Where he’d wake up, and yell ‘surprise!’, and admit to scaring them all just to have a little fun.

Four dropped his head against Warriors’ shoulder, and Warriors took the invitation and leaned into the support that he wasn’t sure if he was providing or receiving. Maybe it was both. Four sniffed, hiccuped, and wiped a sleeve across his eyes and nose; the very picture of someone who had officially stopped caring how pathetic they looked. “We’ve gotta tell the others,” he spoke, hoarse and broken and somehow still thinking of the important things. It hadn’t even crossed Warriors’ mind yet that they would eventually have to return to camp. Take Wolfie’s body, bury it properly, and explain to everyone that their beloved wolf had died. And Twilight wasn’t coming home.

He wondered how many of them knew. If Twilight had revealed himself to everyone except Warriors, and they would all look at the wolf the same way Four had. With the eyes of a heartbroken brother; and never, ever utter the words ‘it’s just a wolf’. “It can wait,” he decided. He couldn’t go back to camp right now. Look everyone in the eyes, and tell them. He would have to; he couldn’t pawn that burden off on Four. He would do it, but it could wait.

But they couldn’t wait forever. There was only so much time they could stay gone before the others began to worry, and with three of their party missing, it had apparently been decided that it would be best to stick together.

When the sound of their ‘locator whistle’ hit Warriors’ ears, he had no choice but to respond. Confirm his direction, and that he was alive. Four responded reflexively as well. It couldn’t have been lost on the others that Twilight did not.

When they finally showed up, it was chaos. Those who knew the truth was a smaller number than Warriors expected; but everyone was instantly devastated anyway. Because Wolfie had never been ‘just a Wolf’ to any of them.

And then those who knew were telling those who didn’t, and Wolfie was surrounded, and half of them were forming a mob to hunt down the man who had done this and the other half were holding them back. Those who weren’t crying were yelling, and it wasn’t long before everyone was doing both; all but Four, who hadn’t budged from his position on the ground with Wolfie clutched to his chest. His homicidal stint had come and gone long ago.

Warriors listened for a while. Sharp accusations from Legend about how they should have checked on him sooner. Desperate pleas from Hyrule as he tried to heal a broken wolf body that refused to mend. Broken sobs from Wild, curled up beside Four whispering desperate reassurances into ever-listening ears that could no longer hear him. Silent tears from Sky as he simultaneously physically restrained Legend from charging into the woods to find the stranger and tried to do damage control everywhere else all at once. A quiet ‘why didn’t he tell us?’ from Wind before he buried himself into Time’s side and refused to emerge and face the world, heartbroken sobs muffled against Time’s armor. And Time, staring at Wolfie with an expression Warriors couldn’t quite read.

It was a lot; too much, even, and Warriors bailed while the others were too preoccupied to notice. The guilt came back full-force at that; clawing at him and demanding to know why he couldn’t even be bothered to stick around. Why his own gnawing discomfort was more important than his brothers, left behind to mourn without him.

He returned to camp, enough of his senses remaining to know better than to wander off somewhere the others wouldn’t think to look when they noticed he was gone.

The fire had been killed before they left, so Warriors quickly built it back up before spreading out his bedroll and settling in to stare. First at the blood that coated his hands and tunic, mostly courtesy of Four who couldn’t seem to resist putting his little hands all over everything. Then at the fire, the trees, back to the fire. The world went on, somewhere outside the little bubble that had formed around him, but inside, it was mostly blank. He blocked out the images of Wolfie, the sounds of everyone else, the entire horrible fiasco. It was all just a distant humming as he sat, staring into the fire and stubbornly refusing to feel.

Time held no meaning; and while he knew some of it had passed, it could have been twelve seconds or twelve hours. The sun was setting by the time he felt a hand on his shoulder, so he knew it’d been awhile, but he couldn’t be bothered with caring. It wasn’t like he had anywhere to be.

“Hey,” Time’s voice was low and gentle, like he was speaking to a spooked horse. “How’re you doing?” It was a dumb question, no matter what way Warriors looked at it. On one hand, he was obviously doing terrible. On the other, everyone else was doing worse. Time should be worried about them. “You got rid of Wind,” he commented absently, noting the distinct lack of sailor attached to the old man.

“Sky has him,” Time shook his head, inclinding it back toward the woods. “Wild had a couple shovels; they’re digging a hole.”

‘Preparing a grave’ went unsaid, but it was all Warriors could hear. Fresh tears filled his eyes and he scrubbed them away, frustrated at his body insisting on acting as if he felt something without allowing him the courtesy of actually feeling it. “How’re you doing?” He asked, addressing Time without turning to look at him. That felt like it would take a lot of energy; more than he had. Anything beyond staring at the fire felt like far too much to tackle.

Time took a moment to answer, and silence said everything that he refused to. “Doesn’t matter.”

Warriors blinked, a tiny slice of motivation returning and giving him the willpower to turn toward Time and fix him with a disbelieving glare. “Of course it does you idiot. You and the rancher were close. Probably more than the rest of us.”

Time shrugged. “He loved all you boys, Captain. And he didn’t keep his secret because he didn’t trust you.”

Warriors stiffened at that, wondering what exactly he’d done to give himself away. “Then why did he do it?” He demanded, anger flaring in the empty void in his chest. Anger because he’d never know, now. He’d never know if Twilight would have told him eventually; or the rationale for choosing not to. “Why did he choose wandering off alone over telling us the truth!?” His voice was rising but cracked and ruined it, forcing him to trail off with a frustrated little growl.

Time shook his head. “I don’t know. But that was his choice, Captain. And you can’t blame yourself for the choices he chose to make.”

Warriors wanted to believe that. But. “What about making him feel like he couldn’t make a different one?”

Time sighed, picking up a stick from nearby and rolling it in his hands just to have something to keep them busy. “Do you honestly believe things would have gone differently if you had known?”

Warriors shrugged. He didn’t know for sure; but he was sure of one thing: “He wouldn’t fight us to let him go off alone all the time.”

“Maybe,” Time admitted. “But, some of us did know; and not all of us because he wanted us to. Knowing who Wolfie was would not have enabled you to stop what happened. He made a choice to go off alone, and we made the mistake of respecting that decision. We all did. You just happened to be the one who offered to go look for him. That’s a good thing, Captain. You did what you could.”

He was running out of arguments, even if Time’s words hadn’t done much for the gaping hole where his heart once beat. “I told Four he was ‘just a wolf’,” Warriors recounted, because that was his fault.

“And you thought he was,” Time tried to help, but it didn’t. Because even without knowing the truth, Wolfie had never been ‘just a wolf’. He was the one who showed up when someone stormed off into the woods, keeping them company and existing in silence until they were ready to face the others again. He was the one who laid with them when they couldn’t sleep, and laid on them when the world got to be a little too much. He was their collective emotional support wolf who was always there for them when they refused to let anybody else be. He knew all of their secrets; and Warriors couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad at him for keeping one of his own.

“Wolfie was as much our brother as Twilight was,” Warriors shook his head stubbornly, and he didn’t care that that didn’t really make sense to say after current revelations. Of course he was; they were the same person. But they had existed as separate for so long that it was impossible not to mourn them both. The brother he’d had for far too short a time; and the wolf he never appreciated until he was gone.

“Come on,” Time put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed before standing and offering him a hand. “The others need us. And you need to stop staring at that fire. It’s gonna be okay.”

Warriors nodded, even though he didn’t believe it; and Time’s voice betrayed that he didn’t either, really. But he was right. The others needed them, and their leader of damage control was gone. So Warriors shoved aside all the wretched things that were suddenly demanding to be felt, and stepped into the biggest shoes he knew he would never be able to fill. But he would try. For the brothers he still had, the brother he’d lost, and the Wolf who had always known him better than anyone else.

#Whumptober 2022 #No.2 #Linked Universe #LU Twilight #LU Wolfie #LU Warriors #LU Four #LU Time #The others are there but not really focused on much #Major character death #Death #Blood

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summertimemusician · 1 year

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No one:

Me, running on a full coffee thermos and zero sleep after a long day, after playing Hollow Knight to get a break from collecting figurines so both me and Link/Four won't go insane before rolling up to ruin Vaati's entire day and existence:

The Hollow Knight from Hollow Knight🤝 Breath of The Wild Link/Lu Wild 🤝 Original Attempted Calamity Hero

Thought to be a kingdoms final hope but due to circumstances outside of their control ended up idnavertedly heralding it's doom by either failing to defeat the evil/only sealing the evil for a time until it would inevitably break free to rampage again and either aiding in dealing with it or being unable to do anything about it/sealing it with their fall from grace.

The Hollow Knight from Hollow Knight🤝 Breath of The Wild Link/Lu Wild 🤝 Age of Calamity Link/ Lu Calamity : No Mind to Think No Will to Break No Voice to Cry Suffering, though to be fully emotionless/stoic but oh, they feel a lot actually but they're forced to hide and suppress it due to the expectation set upon them by their respective kingdoms in being their only hope against a great evil and so they're expected to just be a machine that gets the darned job done, probably needs a big hug a blanket and warm soup.

The Radiance 🤝 The Pale King 🤝 Hylia 🤝 Demise : Higher Beings with Thematic Parallels, something something "Maybe in another life I could have had your life and you mine" idk.

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Hylia 🤝 The Pale King 🤝 King Rhoam Bosphoramus Hyrule : Idnavertedly condemning the people they love or care for to arguably a fate worse than death in an attempt to do the right thing in an extremely dubious manner to protect their subjects, No Cost Too Great. In true Deity fashion showcasing how being loved by one is dangerous on the case of the first two idk maybe it's just the mythology obsession rearing it's head.

Anyway, have a lot of thoughts about them. Discuss I guess? *Leaves without elaborating to get more coffee*

#Wild what the FUCK-#Maybe it's just the sleep deprivation but I kind of think I'm onto something #Maybe it's just me wanting to get back to writing the Breath of the Wild au's where everything is the same but The Hollow Knight is there #and BOTW Link/Wild gets himself a buddy and ally who he can massively relate to that ain't Wolfie and they both heal from their plots #Not dragging Wolfie he's the best boy still no worries #and then it segways into LU and Wild just rolls up to the Chain with this being that is both A Literal God and Void and Shenanigans ™ ensue #Twilight is probably chill because he already knows Hollow and is not too bad with dark magic #and everyone else is going #maybe Hornet and Ghost are in there too for flavor idk haven't worked on it in a while because Life #or the Au where Everything is the same but the previous Attempted Calamity is there as a ghost #and is like a feral overprotective but nice ancestor to Wild like how Time was to Twilight #Occasionally backseats if Wild is out of commission but hey he gets a free guide #even if the guide itself has no idea what he's doing #Then it segways into LU #Fia (OATCH) and Twilight have custody battles over Wild #Idk haven't gotten that far on that one either #These guys plus the Hero of Men and First kind of make me want to write an essay just to evict them from my head for a hot second #Because they're there rent free and I kind of need that thought space for other stuff #Hylia and The Pale King have a shocking amount in common with each other as does the Hollow Knight and BOTW Link/Link in general #In this Hollow Knight and LOZ essay I will-#Have a lot of thoughts about them and think about them a lot #legendofzelda #loz #linked universe #hollow knight #lu wild #lu calamity #lu twilight #Lu Fia (Original Attempted Calamity Hero)#the hollow knight

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dragonknightcal · 3 months

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Times that the chain forgot Wolfie is Twilight (Fluff for day 3 of Febuwhump)

Here's some fluff to soothe the soul.

Wind

Was super tired that day

Saw Wolfie laying down and flopped on top of the wolf

Sailor was asleep as soon as his head was resting on Wolfies side

Twilight didn't mind, but he definitely doesn't prefer it

It becomes a regular occurrence later, much to his chagrin

(he doesn't really mind that much, he's just keeping up appearances)

Warriors

Wakes up from a nightmare

Ends up cuddling with Wolfie

Maybe cries a little bit

Twilight politely doesn't bring it up the next morning

He does keep a careful eye on Wars the next day and offers silent support

Four

He doesn't forget as often as the others might

But every so often he finds himself idly scratching Wolfies ears

Red does it most out of the colors

But they all do it

Twilight doesn't mind

He low-key enjoys it from time to time

Hyrule

Rulie sometimes forgets Twilight is Wolfie

And that Wolfie is a nice wolf

He has startled in a sleepy state and drawn his sword on Wolfie before

Twilight takes note to approach slower as Wolfie

Or just transform back to his hylian form

He would never hold it against Rulie, he understands that wolves are not the nicest

Time

He lives on a ranch

He for sure has been around farm dogs

When he's super focused/distracted he’ll give Wolfie commands

The one that got the most laughs was when Wolfie/Twi was trying to snap Time out of his own head

And Time on impulse told Wolfie “No bite.”

Neither lived that down for a while

Legend

He also wakes from a nightmare

Lege decides that he needs a walk and Wolfie goes with

He ends up venting at some point

Twilight never mentions the stuff Legend said that night

But makes sure that Wolfie is there to supervise more late night walks as they seem to help

Sky

Completely forgets that Twilight is Wolfie

Baby talk

Skritches

Treats

Praise

The whole nine yards

Twilight learns to appreciate it, despite the others teasing

It's kind of nice to get praise just for existing sometime

Wild

Wild almost never forgets

However, if injured or really out of it, he completely forgets

Wolfie becomes like his companion in his era

Subject to all the cuddles and silly questions and weepy venting

Wild has admitted to Wolfie his fear of disappointing Twilight

Twi always makes sure to reassure Wild when he's more aware of reality

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maesonc-artistic-adventures · 6 months

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Just wanted to say, your Lu art inspires me everyday!

You’re so sweet! Thank you! I saw that you’d asked for Twilight fluff and this isn’t quite that but I hope it helps carry you through the end of the semester!

^Wild thinks maybe Wolfie has been hanging out with Time too much 🤔

#my art #artist of tumblr #tumblr artist #fanart #artist asks #nancyheart111 #art #sketchbook #colored pencils #lu fanart #lu wild #lu wolfie #lu twilight #linked universe #linked universe fanart #time is a terrible influence #he blames others but he’s the source of like 60% of camp chaos #dorky pup Wolfie is my fave #wolf

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skyward-floored · 2 years

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KING RHOAM AND GRANDPA WOLFIE OLD GUY SHOWDOWN

#they spend the entire great plateau giving each other suspicious looks #linkeduniverse #linked universe #rambles from the floor #grandpa wolfie #lu wolfie #lu twilight #king rhoam #it would be so funny if old twi could be human #because then the only people Wild would know for the first like month after waking up would be:#light voice lady; old guy who won’t give me paraglider; and old sometimes-wolf guy #wild meets an actual regular person and doesn’t know what to think

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skyloftian-nutcase · 2 years

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The Healthcare Boys get a Work Vacation! Part 3

(@hermitdrabbles56)

Legend rubbed his eyes tiredly as he stood in the registration area, holding onto his energy drink for dear life. Hyrule had already left in a frenzy, both excited about the fact that there were escalators inside a hotel (Legend quickly realized this was Hyrule's first conference he'd ever been to), and eager to get to his classes.

“I’m surprised you didn’t immediately hiss and melt the instant the sunlight hit you.”

Grumbling, the night shifter turned to see Warriors approaching with a cup of coffee in hand. He was honestly too tired for the banter, and his friend picked up on it quickly, shouldering the bag registration had given him and throwing a casual smile. “Come on, I know where our first lecture is.”

Legend walked alongside Warriors as they headed to a class about pediatric resuscitation when his friend paused, waving someone over. The travel nurse watched a stranger approach and smiled politely as Warriors greeted her cheerfully.

The nurses exchanged pleasantries with the new person, who turned out to be a nurse administrator for a nearby hospital’s emergency department. Warriors had apparently met her back in the war. When the brief conversation ended, Legend gave a nod and a little nice to meet you before awkwardly excusing himself.

Warriors chuckled. “You know for someone as mouthy as you are, I expected you to be more talkative.”

Legend rolled his eyes. “I don’t mind people as a general rule, but I hate networking.”

“You know that’s a big thing with these conferences, right?”

Legend waved a dismissive hand. “I’m here for the knowledge, not the people.”

Warriors shrugged. “You’ll get used to it. I used to hate networking too.”

That made the travel nurse pause. “You? You’re like the most sociable, confident person I know.”

His friend laughed at that. “Being confident in myself doesn’t mean I always know how to interact with others. Also, I’m a pretty straightforward guy, and networking doesn’t always allow for that, so it wasn’t something I was all that good at in the beginning.”

Legend hummed, smiling and then chuckling. “Oh, to have been a fly on the wall when you fumbled your way through it the first few times.”

"Pff," Warriors blew breath and gave Legend a playful shove. "You'll never have the privilege of seeing that."

"I suppose I'll have to make up my own stories, then," Legend surmised before smirking. "Or just ask Time, Sky, and Wind."

Warriors bit his lip, clearly holding a rebuttal back, and he grabbed a granola bar off the snack table provided by the hosting hotel. The pair entered the next conference room to settle in for the presentation.

XXX

Time paced the hotel room nervously, reviewing the material in his mind.

He was a surgeon, damn it, not a public speaker. He didn’t know why he let Malon convince him into this.

Never mind the fact that passing on knowledge to others excited him. This was—this was different.

There was a noise from the bed and he turned to see Sky stretching and opening his eyes.

“Morning,” he mumbled from under the covers.

Time glanced at the clock to see that it was, in fact, still morning, albeit barely. “You sleep well?”

He certainly seemed like he had, though it was hard to tell over Warriors’ loud snores from last night. Time had spent most of his night tossing and turning.

He honestly didn’t know why the idea of giving a talk to emergency clinicians made him so nervous. Hyrule had helped him recognize better how to speak to his target audience, and the topic was relevant. Time was not usually someone who gave much thought or consideration to things like nerves or other people’s opinions. He just did the job.

Sighing heavily, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Sky propped himself up a little with an elbow, tipping his head to the side. “What’s wrong?”

He wasn’t going to talk about this. He could handle this on his own. Not to mention he didn’t know how to put his anxiety into words anyway.

Sky sat up in bed and leaned against the backboard. “You nervous about this afternoon?”

Time sighed. This boy was too perceptive for his own good. “I’ve not done this before. Malon may have exaggerated in her submission on my behalf.”

Sky smiled sleepily. “I’m sure she didn’t. You’re the best trauma surgeon I know.”

“I’m the only trauma surgeon you know,” Time reminded him flatly, unconvinced.

“Well…” Sky shifted, rubbing the drowsiness out of his eyes. “You fixed me up well enough.”

Time’s heart clenched a little, and he hesitantly sat on the bed and rubbed Sky’s shoulder reassuringly. His eyes burned through the young man’s shirt at the scar left behind from the bullet wound.

“You’ll be fine,” Sky assured him, reaching forward for a hug.

Time let the pilot hold him, and if he hugged Sky back a little tighter than usual, the young man didn’t comment on it.

XXX

Four stared scrutinously at the two dishes in front of him. On the table sat two identical apple pies, baked to perfection with a barely discernible glittering glaze of sugar on top.

Off to the side, Malon and Wild stood by, awaiting the initial prediction.

“I still don’t get why I can’t be the one to predict” Wind grumbled.

“Hush, you,” Wild shushed him. “Four is the most observant and has the best chance. We’re doing you a favor.”

“Hey now, you saying we ain’t observant?” Twilight asked, his tone mildly annoyed.

“Not as observant as Four.”

A black wet nose poked over the table’s edge, sniffing hopefully between the two pies before Malon shooed Wolfie away.

“Five rupees says he’s wrong,” Wind chimed, smirking mischievously.

“Ten says he guesses right,” Wild fired back with an expression to match.

“I’m guessing the one on the left was made by Wild,” Four finally said, pointing to the pie in question.

“Moment of truth, then!” Wind shouted excitedly, immediately cutting a slice for everyone.

Malon and Wild waited patiently as everyone took a few bites of the slice. Four nodded to himself. “Yeah, this is definitely Wild’s pie.”

“I think we should try the other one to get sure,” Wind noted after wolfing down his bite.

”Ah-ah!” Malon swatted Wind’s hand just as he reached for the other pie. “The game rules state that Four guesses which pie is Wild’s, y’all taste test and come to a decision whether he was right or not, and if y’all can agree and you guess the correct baker, you can eat both pies.”

Wind pouted and took another tentative bite. “It tastes good.”

Malon raised an eyebrow. “Honey are you saying my apple pie doesn’t taste good?”

“Wha—n-no it tastes good too!”

“No, this is definitely Wild’s apple pie,” Four argued. “His pies have a specific texture—“

“Specific texture?” Twilight repeated, rolling his eyes. “Give me a break. This is Mama Malon’s pie. She stuffs way more apples in her recipe than Wild. All you gotta do is pay attention.”

Wind suddenly grew frantic at the disagreement, waving his hands. “No, no, no, we gotta get this!! Is it Wild’s or Mama Malon’s?!”

“Wild’s.”

“Malon’s.”

“GUYS!”

Four crossed his arms. “I stand by my choice.”

Twilight mirrored his posture. “You do realize you can’t out-stubborn me, right?”

The pair glared at each other, leaving Wind to be the deciding vote. Sighing heavily, the student took another tentative bite and looked no more certain.

“”Speak now or forever hold your piece,” Malon said gravely.

“And forfeit your pies,” Wild added.

Wind latched onto Twilight. “I’m going with Twi! It’s Mama Malon’s pie.”

Four’s certainty faded just a hair and then he crossed his arms defiantly.

Malon walked slowly towards the group. “The answer is—“

At that moment, the table shook as a nose poked up once more, reaching the top of the pie platter and giving it just enough wobble to stumble to the floor.

Everyone gasped. “Wolfie!!”

The perpetrator started lapping up the pie shamelessly before being chased away by an incensed Wind.

#writing #lu in healthcare #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu four #lu sky #lu time #lu twilight #lu wind #lu wild #lu legend #lu warriors #lu malon #lu wolfie #It's ok Time you're gonna be fine #Legend and Warriors are perpetually trying to outsnark each other #but then they're also classroom besties and will whisper to each other in the back when they get bored and snicker and cause trouble #Wolfie is a Menace

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