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huneyproses · 6 months

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Concept: LU all boys meeting their pre-adventure selves (as a chain)

I'm posting in shorter parts than will be posted to AO3.

Part 1/? (Aiming for 20/10)

Note: Switches POV throughout, I am a firm believer in "give them some oddities funny little man" It is explained in this part (with reasonings), but for ease of reading: Soldier -> Warriors Guard -> Wild Rancher -> Twilight Farmer -> Legend Crimson -> Sky Smithy -> Four Traveller -> Hyrule Outset -> Wind Green -> Time

Oh how glad he was to never grow up.

Link placed his hands below himself, giving a small cushion for his tail bones to rest on. The harsh rock of the cave floor had begun an all out war against his rear end with how many positions he had shifted to in an attempt to get comfortable. Oh how he wished to return to the soft cushion of his own bed back in the forest, sleeping till the sun began wain in the sky, and only waking up from Saria’s incessant shouts at the base of the latter. There was always something to be done—always something Link would forget about until she reminded him.

He brought his knees in closer, resting his forehead on them. He really did miss her. Not just her, the whole lot of them. The very forest itself.

They had been trapped in the cramped cave for a long time. He wasn’t fully sure how long, but time felt immeasurable during the tense silence that had preceded the discussion. When they had arrived in the cave, the man that appeared to be a Hylian soldier motioned for immediate silence, only whispering a short “Do not speak” before turning his attention to the gap between the stone.

Link had assumed, based on how easily the man had commanded authority over the eight that he would be the one to break the silence, but instead it was broken by an all too pitiful yip from the small brunette in a ratty cloak. It was difficult to see with the little light streaming in, but even so the bright red of his cheeks was somehow readily apparent. A few had responded with a chuckle, Link, himself, even let out an involuntary giggle.

His hushed explanation—“It was a really big spider”—and the muddled, yet frantic apologies made it difficult to not let out another laugh.

But with the glare the soldier had levelled at them, any jovial atmosphere that could’ve emerged was snuffed out. He had followed it up with a loud sigh, dismissing any sort of plan he may have had with a wave of the hand. And following, the man began his interrogation, citing the need to be familiar with those he would need to fight alongside—and, based on the way his eyes flicked towards Link and the other three younger boys, protect.

It almost seemed like some sort of game they would all play back in the forest. The soldier had instructed them all into a circle. Saria would’ve named the rules, taking charge as she always did. Eventually, halfway through the game, Mido would’ve gotten fed up with losing and have started some dumb argument that somehow was always Link’s fault. They’d fight, kicking and scratching their way through an argument—all before someone threatened to tattle and it ceremoniously ended with forced, muttered apologies. Despite how at-odds Link and Mido seemed to be, Link still found him to be a comfortable constant. He never changed, and his antics could be amusing. Sometimes.

But he wasn’t in the forest, these people certainly weren’t his friends, and going around in a circle naming their names, oc-u-pations (?), and fighting ability wasn’t a game. Link drew his gaze up once again, avoiding the eyes of the older men, looking towards the fidgety brunette. He seemed incredibly downcast after the silent reprimand the soldier had shot them. Without thinking, Link nudged himself a tad closer to the boy. If it was for his comfort, or the boys, Link wasn’t all that sure.

Though, the more introductions they went through, that feeling of defiance and wariness had shifted to befuddlement. Occupations, Link had surmised, meant jobs. That was all fine and dandy; A farmer, a smith's apprentice, a rancher, and quite a few knights. The loud boy didn’t have a job, and the boy beside him called himself a traveller. All the knights seemed confident in their fighting experience, and even a few of the others seemed to have training, which was probably good news, if the loud grunts of the monsters stalking the perimeter of the cave was anything to go by.

But somehow there was something wrong. Something very odd. Each and every boy began their introduction with their name: Link. They were all named Link. It sure surprised Link (himself)—sure, he’d never been out of the forest before, but having 9 people all with the same name, that was definitely odd, right?

Link (him, Link. This was already annoying!), was the last of the group, having refused to speak the first go around, the soldier offered another chance. But, given the pure look of awe mixed with indignation Link gave the man, he simply let out a sigh.

“Right.” Soldier-Link had started, brows knit in a mirrored way as a majority of them, “We…all share a name. That will get confusing quickly.” He crossed his arms, closing his eyes for a moment, “I suppose we can refer to each other via occupation, though a few of you have none…therefore…”

“I will simply assign one.” With a forming smirk and a renewed confidence, Soldier-Link leveled a pointed finger at each Link.

For himself, “Soldier.”

To the stoic boy with a ponytail, “Guard” for his occupation of being a guard for the princess (however dismissive the eye-roll Soldier-Link posed while giving the name—he still gave it).

The boy beside him denoted “Traveller” for simply being such. For a short second the brunette caught Link’s eye, offering a reassuring smile. Link turned indignantly; he was trying to comfort the boy, not the other way around!

The same was true of “Farmer” and “Rancher” and “Smithy”; the former two being older boys. One looked like he could toss Link across the room, another that had a deer in the lantern light look about him. The latter was the younger of the three with relentless strands of tuft out the back of his head that gave a real funny look to him (especially with his contrastingly wise face).

The sickly boy with a weird outfit was nearly coined “Knight'' but was deemed too confusing with the other two. After a moment of deliberation, he offered up “Crimson”, with an explanation cut short by a sudden fit of coughs with intermittent apologies. Rancher gravitated closer, bringing a hand up to his back.

When Himself-Link refused to speak (he began to be unsure if he was doing so because of a lack of trust, some complex, or because he was genuinely frightened), he was called only “Green.”

“And for you—”

“Outset! I’m not anything yet so that makes the most sense since it’s the island I’m from.” The boy with messy hair and bright expression blurted out, “Plus I’d rather not be called, like, lobster.” He gestured to his shirt (The same thing Link was definitely named after), before placing his hand on his hips. He must be proud of one-upping the older guy, Link sure would be.

As if to confirm, the Soldier huffed, “So that was why the air smelled salty.” brushing his hair back, he moved to lean against the wall of the cave. He had opened his mouth to speak before the serious one—Guard—spoke up.

“—We are nowhere close to the sea.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t know exactly where we are but…” He trailed off, bringing his attention to the side of the cave, tracing around the wall to the entrance. “These caves were carved as encampments—as safe havens from the creatures, but also for the possibility of war before…” He trailed off momentarily before continuing, “The entrance is marked. They were only built in certain areas around Hyrule. None are close to the ocean.”

Soldier remained silent, having brought his own gaze towards the slitted entrance of the cave. After a moment, he scoffed incredulously, “You’d think a soldier of the castle would know about safe havens;” challenging Guard, he moved closer, “Lying about something as great as being the Princess’ royal guard when it's so easily disprovable. You’ve sure got some balls.”

Guard remained silent.

Suddenly, Soldier grabbed the collar of Guard’s shirt, lifting the smaller man with discomforting ease, “Stop fuc—” He cut himself off, glancing towards Link, “Stop lying. Who are you? I won't hesitate to throw your sorry excuse out of here if you don’t answer. You’re short, certainly not Sheikah, and not to mention a man, so you’re certainly not her highness’ guard.”

Guard matched Soldiers vitriolic glare, gripping his arm with a vengeance even Link could tell wasn’t going to end well. Rancher stood from his spot, placing his hand firmly on Soldier’s shoulder.

“You need to calm down man; we can do this later. You’re gonna scare the kids.”

Soldier glanced between him and Guard, taking a deep breath before dropping his collar. He leaned into Guard’s ear and whispered something indecipherable. Turning around he pushed back his hair again, “Weapons. What do we have?”

“I have a sword,” Traveller said, bringing it out into his hands. Guard followed suit, flashing a shiny sword with a purple and green hilt. Compared to travellers, it was stunning. Alluring in a way Link couldn’t understand. It had a triangle with four smaller triangles inside at its base. It was so long it nearly stood at half Guards’ height. It was probably too big for Link to even hold.

And yet, just looking at it made him feel an indecipherable sense of dread. He looked away, tucking further into his knees.

Soldier had approached Traveller, from what Link could tell, his voice echoing from directly beside him. He had even squatted down to meet their sitting position, “Do you mind if someone borrows it, Traveller? I assure you it will come back—if not I shall purchase you an even better one.”

His voice was deceivingly sweet compared to his earlier disposition, but, even so, Traveller handed it over, if the steps following the exchange were any indication.

Link turned his head towards Traveller, legs crossed as he focused on the fate of his blade. He hadn’t had a good look at him before, but with their renewed proximity, he got a better sense of the brunette's features. He was definitely close to Link’s age, with girly features and freckles dotting his face. Were it not for his name and clothing, Link certainly would’ve definitely thought him as a girl. He was pretty.

“Green?”

Oh—he hated that nickname, “...You really gave your sword to that guy?” He cursed himself for how pathetic the voice that echoed from him sounded: quiet and frightened with a higher pitch than he swore was normal. Link discreetly cleared his throat.

“Well he’s an adult. He seems to know what he’s doing with it—well, better than I would anyway. It’s mostly just for protection.” He let out a small laugh.

“He’s some adult. You really trust him?”

Traveller blinked, averting his gaze as his smile fell. After a moment, he shrugged, “I don’t have a choice right now.”

“What?” Link sat a bit straighter, furrowing his brows, “Why wouldn’t you? It’s your sword.”

“If I want people to stay safe, it isn’t. I shouldn’t be reckless. These guys work with the kingdom from what they’ve said; they know how to handle a sword better than me. I’d rather have them wielding it.”

“You trust them more than yourself, then?”

“No!” Traveller let out a short laugh, earning a glare from Link, “Sorry, sorry—I don’t mean to laugh at you. Of course I don’t.”

“Then why are you giving them your sword?”

“Um…” His bright expression had all but dissipated, leaving only the trace of a smile as he finally set his eyes back on Link’s. Suddenly, his face seemed a lot older than it had before, “I just think it’s the best thing I can do to keep everyone safe.”

Link crossed his arms incredulously, breaking off the conversation with a discomforted huff. That conversation gave him more questions than answers. He supposed that could just be what Hylians were like—confusing! The guy’s reasoning was dumb. How can you give away your protection for someone else’s and still say you trust yourself more?

Watching the quiet conversation between Soldier, Crimson, and Farmer. Soldier gestured towards them a few times before they both nodded, eventually turning their backs on Soldier and venturing closer. Link spotted Traveller’s sword on Crimson’s back. At least it’d be close to Traveller.

At some point, Outset had also joined the newly formed group, hands lazily laced behind his head. Smithy followed him at a distance, fidgeting with the band on his head.

“We’ll split into two groups.” Soldier started, gaining everyone's ear, “Guard, Rancher and I will get the attention of the monsters. Farmer and Crimson will take the kids east towards some stable that should be there.” Link didn’t miss the distrusting glance Soldier shot Guard before continuing, “It’s a risky plan, but it’s our best chance of getting out of here before night falls and we become stuck without food or water.”

Link glanced at a few of the others. Guard hadn’t offered a readable expression since the encounter with Soldier. Smithy looked uncomfortable, tossing his gaze around the room. Outset had a sour expression, pursed lips in a pout with his gaze towards the cave wall. Rancher looked sceptical, scratching the side of his head with averted eyes, yet spoke nothing in contrast to it. Traveller and Farmer looked worried and uncomfortable respectively. Crimson had placed himself beside a cave wall, head leaned against it with his eyes scrunched closed since Soldier had begun to speak.

All in all, great plan.

But it wasn’t as if Link was going to offer anything better; As little as he trusted this Hylian soldier, it wasn’t as if he had a choice. No weapons and no real fighting experience bar practice duels with other Kokiri….

“Alright, we’ll head out on my signal.”

They all shimmied their way toward the mouth of the cave, Soldier remaining just outside the entrance. For a discomforting amount of time, he waited with his right hand palm up. Yet, with the ambient sounds of the birds and unfamiliar buzzing whirring outside, silence had yet to add to it.

Suddenly, his hand moved. Three fingers up—

Two—

One—

“Now!”

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clarks-letterman · 5 months

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Wally anon: fdjdb the way you hate Eddie keeps killing me. 😂 But, I'd absolutely agree on the tonal inconsistency being the ultimate problem. That & the fact the writing seems to be, like...desperate to just flatly recreate the excessive nationalism in many 80s films & manifesting that with strawmen Russian villains just to make Hopper seem more "awesome" when that completely betrays the subversions the series started with. That also stands in opposition to how the mysteries were always meant to be motivated by more or less the same goal with slight genre differences. Cause you have Joyce & Hopper in literal Russia, El's plot being run from the government, & the Hawkins crew in an ANOES sequel. One might seem like it has the least stakes, but I would've rather completely followed the wannabe Freddy Krueger plot!

I imagine if he has his name sewn in, it's cause, somehow, his underwear used to go "missing" (it was him actually being too...excessive with them in private, & ripping them, so he'd throw them out to hide the evidence), so it became a matter of keeping track so he wouldn't have to keep getting new pairs (& he would've obviously stopped his...prevous activities cause he has an attachment to these now that his name is in them).

Oh yeah, that's one thing I'm worried about for sure. I don't think it'll be an immediate thing since I imagine it'll take awhile for her to get her body back + explain the situation to Simon. And IF that's the route they head in, I hope they don't just throw Wally out to the wolves like what tends to happen to the ~unchosen love interest~. It's why I tend to be opposed to love triangles cause you can always tell where they're gonna go. 🙅

lollllyeah, it's kind of funny cause I don't really actively think of myself as "tall" cause I'm just short enough to not be a giant but then I see an actual size difference between me & somebody else & I'm like, "Oh, yeah, that IS my height." 🫣 Also classified as a mountain for climbing purposes.

And he'd be right back in the same predicament in the bathroom when detention let out. Lesson not learned at all.

And you know if you tried to completely ignore him in class, he'd do whatever he could to get your attention. 👀 Oh, no, please continue with your thoughts on these "bathroom breaks." I'm very interested in what you have to say. 🤭 I know for sure multiple body parts would be tired as hell from all of the attention, though. 🥴

Oh, I know exactly what you mean. He'd be a menace after phys ed if you weren't physical with him yet. He already is anyway (which is why we love him), but him sitting back & watching you the entire gym period doing whatever it is you'd have to do day after day would have him thinking thoughts.

Yeah, I have a love/hate relationship with Eddie. I can see why people like him and he is favorable in some cases, but I don’t like him as a character and he’s just the poster boy for the show’s bad writing. I agree with everything you said, and I think it’s crazy that Joyce’s plot is russians when it just doesn’t line up with much else about her. El has the fact that she was on the run in season 1 and some of season 2, and with superpowers, her story feels inherently Sci-Fi related. I just wish we got more of the Hawkins crew tbh, they stayed at the heart of everything and made it season 4 the most interesting. The main thing I really like in season 4 is the fact that everyone’s split up, and not like in previous seasons where they were all running around the same town.

I wonder what caused them to rip🫣 it takes a bit of strength to rip elastic and cotton soooo… I wonder what he possibly did to get them to such an unwearable state?

Unfortunately the staging of the posters and cover image for the show on Paramount Plus featured Maddy, Simon, and Wally. I love me some Wally on the cover but it felt reminiscent of Twilight and not in the good way… love triangles were the only vibes I was getting from it. I’m just kind of hoping that they have a reversal of everything from season 1. She missed Simon in season 1 to the point where Wally felt stood up? Well, in season 2, she can’t get over her ghost friends and Wally. Hopefully they don’t do a love triangle.

Tall people>>> Sososososo good, doesn’t matter the height. I’m at a point where everyone’s a giant to me which is so funnnn (I love playing the keep out of reach game sm) Wally playing that and doing the “I’ll only give it back if you give me a kiss thing”

He only learned patience, nothing else. LMAO

The dude would bring back spitballing because that’s what his bully friends did. (He seems like the kind of guy to have friends who are bullies because he’s on the football team, but again, he wouldn’t stop them, just feel bad for the victim of it and move on) He might even become a menace and talk about whatever’s on his mind cause he knows you can’t tell him to stop or shut up or go away, you’d look crazy! At least if you forgot your AirPods or something (something that infinitely confused him) he could sing all those stupid songs from the early 80s and 70s that he knows by heart to get you through the lecture. Oh, he’d belt his heart out.

Let’s just say you’d be out of breath and your legs would hurt before you hit the school stairs (they’re such a workout and for what.) He has you kneeling and giving him a bj, your knees on the floor of the bathroom in the very last stall on the end. Somehow, all of that pain—sore throat, bruised knees, breathlessness—all carry through even if his cum splatter on your face disappears. Your face is still red as you picked yourself up off the ground and check yourself out in the mirror, the rules of being a ghost breaking. I’m definitely gonna have to write a fic about this…

You’re sweaty and worked up from playing whatever hell the coach decided to put a bunch of teenagers through. Yet, Wally’s sitting on the bench in your locker bank, looking crisp and ready to workout as ever. I feel like he’d tease you, knowing that you’re exhausted from 45-60 minutes of literal hell that is high school gym class. But seeing you in the same locker room—using the same locker as he did in the 80s (his suggestion, not yours)—reminds him of how he used to ogle guys from that very spot. Now, he’s doing it to you and he can’t take in enough of the sight. Jeez, these are really good fic ideas I may have to go on a writing binge tonight..

#wally clark x male reader #wally clark x you #wally clark #for sillies

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