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uniquevoidflowers · 5 months

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A fic for @luna-lovegreat

The request: "wild did something dangerous (of course) but he could have died but honestly didn't think about it and then the others are like you idiot you could have died but he thought it would have been fine and was saying so and then he realized he didn't have miphas grace anymore. It could be even more evil if it involved water so he was wearing the Zora armor >:)"

A huge splash.

“RANCHER!”

Wild’s head whipped around so fast he could’ve gotten whiplash. He climbed atop a cliff, a safe distance away from all the monsters and searched the battlefield for Twilight. There was no sign of him, only the other links stabbing and slashing enemies. But Wild did notice a Lizalfos sneering and pointing at a spot in the lake nearby. He pulled out his bow and tried firing an arrow but he was too far away. “Pup?” Time called, panic in his voice.

The cook gritted his teeth and then ran off the cliff. The air slowed and time almost stopped. He could see wide eyes and mouths moving but didn’t care. Wild nocked an arrow and watched satisfied as it pierced the Lizalfos head, and then time resumed and he was falling rapidly to the ground. “What are you doing?!” Warriors shouted.

He pulled out his paraglider and caught himself, then sailed towards the lake. He let go of the paraglider and landed safely on the ground. “Twilight?” He yelled.

The cook saw a dark blob deep in the water and his breath caught in his throat. He quickly pulled out his slate and soon with a swirl of blue, his champion’s tunic was replaced with the Zora armour.

I’m coming, Twi.

Then he leaped into the water. He began to sink underwater and his heart raced and panic made his stomach churn. Wild had never liked going underwater, but goddess-dammit he would do this for his mentor. He sank towards the dark blob, and sure enough it was Twilight, eyes closed and slack. The cook tugged at his arms but the ranch hand wouldn’t budge. Wild’s lungs began to burn. He flailed for a moment.

The Shrine of Resurrection. You died. You failed everyone.

No, he thought. He has Mipha’s Grace, she can help him. The cook shook himself out of it and found that Twilight’s leg was caught under a rock. Wild pushed the rock until it tumbled off Twilight’s leg and then he pushed Twilight up, ignoring the agony in his lungs and nose, and the blood pounding in his ears. Someone grabbed the rancher and he relaxed a little, before realizing he was sinking again. Water filled his throat as he coughed and his vision began to turn black.

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Warriors heard the second splash and jerked around to see the cook gone now. He paled as he realized Wild had likely gone in. “Cover for me, Sprite!” Warriors demanded and took off towards the lake.

He was able to see two blobs in the lake and reached out towards it. A freezing cold hand just barely brushed his, so the captain grabbed it and pulled it up. He saw the rancher there and quickly got him on land. There was no Wild, but Twilight’s lips were blue and he wasn’t moving or breathing. “Fuck.” He cursed and began chest compressions.

After awhile Twilight convulsed and water spilled out of his mouth as he began hacking and throwing it up. Eventually Twilight slumped and laid on the ground, thankfully now breathing. Warriors pulled out a potion and helped the rancher swallow it. Colour returned to Twilight’s face and his breath evened. “Where’s the cook?” Time shouted.

The blood drained from the captain’s face. “Someone watch over Twilight I’ll be back!” Warriors barked and inched closer to the lake.

“Don’t try anything reckless, cap! We’re already down a few fighters!” Sky called.

Warriors lost track of Wild and swore. “Take this!” Time suddenly threw a suit at Warriors.

Warriors held it for a few seconds before recalling Mask wearing something similar and he put the suit on as quick as possible. Then he dove into the water. Surprisingly, the suit helped him breathe underwater easily so he began searching for the champion. He swam for a bit before spotting blonde and a lighter blue. The captain rushed towards Wild, and wrapped his arms around him before slowly swimming up. Something hit Warriors upside the head and his vision blurred before he heard a cackle and then another thing hit the captain. He was forced further into the water. His head throbbed badly. That wasn’t a good sign. But the captain was reminded that Wild was probably dying or dead and he swam up despite the thing that was hitting his head repeatedly. He got above water with a gasp.

“—rs, Wa—, Wars!”

A hand helped him back ashore. “Sky?” Warriors slurred, his head pounding.

“Yeah. Time and Wind are handling the last few Lizalfos.” Sky informed him, worry shining in his eyes.

“Where’s Wild?” Warriors asked.

“Right next to me…He’s…He’s not breathing.” Sky choked out.

Warriors tried to move to get to the cook but his vision whirled and he had to stop. “Don’t worry I’m coming!” Hyrule screeched, eyes wide.

Sky had his hand on the captain’s shoulder. “Stay awake.”

He nodded slightly and watched as the traveller did chest compressions and mouth to mouth. “That was the last of them!” Wind yelled, relief and worry in his tone.

“Good job sailor.” Sky praised giving Warriors shoulder a squeeze when he almost drifted into sleep.

“Potion!” Hyrule hissed.

They all searched their bags, and Sky checked Warriors’ but they were out of potions. “Shit, okay…can we access Wild’s slate?” Hyrule questioned.

“No…I’ve tried before.” Wind answered, ears drooping slightly.

“…Oh, wait!” Sky pulled out a fairy bottle and tossed it to the traveller.

Hyrule swiftly uncorked it and the fairy flew out. Hyrule whispered something in a language Warriors couldn’t understand and pointed at the cook. The fairy chimed and whizzed over to Wild before circling him, pink particles fluttering down. Everyone waited, tense and worried until Wild shot up and water began spewing out of his mouth, spraying it all over Hyrule’s tunic. The fairy chimed again and flew away, disappearing in the distance. “Wild!” Wind gasped.

Water poured out of the champion’s mouth as he hurled it on the ground. “That was the last of them.” Time came back, panting heavily.

“Ol’ M’n?” Wild slurred, and then passed out, head hitting the ground with an alarming thud.

Time’s face hardened into a more stoic mask. “Let’s go.”

Sky helped Warriors up, concern glimmering in his eyes as the captain stumbled a little. “Got hit in the head by something.” Warriors explained.

“There was a Lizalfos spitting at that water.” Sky gritted his teeth.

“Wild’s enemies?” Warriors asked.

“Most likely. The champion’s got some nasty monsters in his era.” Legend piped up.

The old man picked up the rancher, and Legend ended up carrying the cook. They walked, silently, only distant noises from nature echoing throughout the air. The veteran refused to look at anybody. Time’s eyes stayed ahead of the group, eyes pained. Wind looked nervous, looking at everyone with worry. Eventually they found a spot to set up camp and pulled out two bedrolls for Wild and Twilight. “Does anyone have blankets?” Hyrule asked.

Four pulled out some and the traveller wrapped the cook and the rancher with a couple of blankets. Everyone sat down on the grass. “Why…I know he’s reckless, but he’s smart! We could’ve come up with a plan!” Legend blurted out.

“What matters is he’s alive now.” Sky declared.

“What if he throws himself into a situation like that again…and doesn’t make it back out?” Legend choked out.

Everyone fell quiet. “I’ll talk to him.” Time decided after awhile.

The veteran stood up, rubbed his eyes and took off, sprinting away from the camp at an incredible speed. “Vet!” Hyrule cried out, standing up with one arm extended.

“He probably just needs a moment.” Time murmured.

Hyrule’s mouth started to move but he didn’t say anything, and sat back down. The captain took a shuddery deep breath and stared at the ground as voices slowly became incoherent, a buzzing noise ringing in his ears instead. His head pounded as he was pulled into unconsciousness.

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“—down, rancher. He’ll be okay.”

Wild groaned softly, his throat aching and his chest tight. “Wha..?”

“Guys, he’s awake!” Wind yelled.

“Cub.” Twilight growled.

Wild looked over to see his mentor seething. “Twi.” He responded, uncertainly.

The rancher stormed over. “Why’d you do that? Go and risk your life over mine, when I…I could’ve—should’ve gotten out of there on my own. You scared me, you-you idiot!”

“Twilight, I would’ve been fine. I have Mipha, remember?” Wild sighed.

“No the fuck you don’t. Remember what you told me at the beginning of this quest?” Twilight hissed.

“Mipha had to leave once the Calamity was defeated, and so did all the other champions. It’s a shame I relied on them so much, I’ve gotten more careless.”

Wild stiffened, and paled. He checked his slate, and sure enough, Mipha’s Grace was gone. “Oh.”

“Don’t you ever try something like that again.” Twilight stormed off, fists shaking.

Wild muttered a few curses under his breath and fidgeted with the sleeve of the Zora armour. “You’d probably be disappointed in me with how much I’ve needed your grace.” He mumbled.

Wild could almost see a faint teal glow in the room and hear a warm, soft whisper in his ear.

#unique writes #linked universe #lu wild #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu sky #lu hyrule #lu time #lu wind #lu legend #fic request #sorry this is pretty short #I think the ending is pretty good though #hope you enjoy #tw drowning #ig #tw temporary character death

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shade-pup-cub · 2 months

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For a fanfic suggestion, how about Four getting sick as a consequence of being so small? Like overeating because they keep giving him big portions 'because he's still growing!' and getting sick from it, or from a wrong potion dosage. Maybe he's more susceptible to hypothermia or heat strokes. Just spitballing ideas! Four is my favourite but I don't see too many fanfics of him :(

Hi Anon! Hope you enjoy. Stay tuned because the next one-shot I’m posting is of Four.

Thank you for the request!🖤

If Four had to describe his fellow heroes in the way of the roles they played dynamically Sky would be the ‘Mother Cucco’ who is always brooding over the sick or injured in a way that wasn’t suffocating. Time would be that ‘Dad Friend’ or ‘Cool Uncle’ that you knew was awesome, but also knew you better listen to. Twilight was the ‘Protector’ and ‘Big Brother’ for obvious reasons and Four would never call him the group's pet due to how disrespectful that would be, but it was nice to have someone like Twi who could shift even if Four hated dark magic. Hyrule was of course the group’s ‘Doc’ and everyone had learned to listen to him or get a slap upside the head. An angry healer meant for a bad day.

There was one person in the group that Four (more so Red) had a soft spot for and that was Wild, their designated ‘Chef’. Bless that man for being able to cook! Four was going to die of starvation with the others cooking.

Wild was the last to join them and it was beyond clear that he did not trust anyone outside of Twilight and somewhat Sky, since the First Hero was the one holding the Master Sword. He was quiet, skittish, feral and had his own odd ticks that Vio liked to sort through and keep notes on, just like he did with the others, but Wild was a challenge to him.

Four made it a point to learn everyone’s written language as well as sign language, proving useful with Wild. None of the others, except Twi, could understand what Wild was signing to them. So when Four figured out the dialect and some of the sign changes, noticing that it really wasn’t too far off from his own, Wild began to open up to him.

This was all months ago and Wild was now fully talking to everyone, more laid back and he had a dynamic role that he fell into as the cook. Cooking brought a smile to Wild’s face and Red beamed at how much happier the newest member was while being able to feed everyone.

That was exactly where the problem was. Red refused to hurt Wild’s feelings when it came to the food. The other Colors would say something, but Red always won that argument. It wasn’t that he disliked Wild’s food, no, it was the amount. Wild and Hyrule were a bottomless pit for food, Time and Sky could easily eat two full servings of just about any meal while Wind and Twilight could go for thirds. Four was lucky to get through one serving! Heaven forbid the meal was heavy on rice and meat and not because it was filling.

Like any other night where they could afford to have a fire going, Wild cooked. It was a hearty meal of rice, a red meat that was cooked perfectly, seasonings and Wild even added two fried eggs with runny yolks. Damn it if Wild knew this was Four’s weakness, his favorite meal and the added eggs were the cherry on top.

Four gave a bright smile when Wild handed him his bowel filled past the brim with deliciousness, eyes flashing with a hit of red.

‘Red, don’t you do it.’

‘Shut it Blue! Did you see how happy he was? He hasn’t been able to cook in a week due to Hyrule restricting what he can do.’

‘That’s Wild’s own fault, Red.’ Green did not have the other Color’s back, choosing to side with Blue.

‘Vio, help me out here.’ Red pleaded.

Vio sighed, ‘We go through this every time. Why are we still fighting over it?’

‘Oh, thanks a lot Vi. You could have been the one that Red listened to.’ Blue snapped.

‘Can we just eat and let Red be happy? He has been looking forward to this all week.’ They could hear the mental tiredness in Green’s voice.

‘Yes!’ Red happily shouted in their shared mind.Four gave a slight wiggle where he sat, bringing a small amount of attention to him.

“Someone is happy to have Wild back to full health.” Legend snickered.

“I’m just happy Hyrule isn’t cooking. I don’t think I can handle another night of potential food poisoning.” Four hummed with the first bite.

“Hey! I can hear you!” Hyrule said from across camp, not truly mad.

“I didn’t say anything that I wouldn’t say to your face.”

When Twilight said he was full after two servings and Wind said the same after one, Four knew he was in trouble. He slowed his pace, but made it a point to finish the whole meal and pushed through the meat sweats and the bloated feeling.

Barely able to move after all the food, Four gingerly laid down on his bedroll, trying to get comfortable. He pretended to be asleep while Time asked who would be on watch, thankful that he didn’t have to be on a shift. It didn’t change the fact that he was awake in the middle of the night.

His eyes flashed open as a shooting pain like a hot knife being stabbed into his lower right abdomen erupted suddenly. Oh that wasn’t good. He placed a hand over the area, applying pressure, relieving some of the pain. Letting go of the pressure made him see little swirls of color. Curling into a ball worked for a moment, but he had to shove his fist into the spot again, have one leg out slightly and the other tucked under him to help increase the pressure.

“Four?”

‘Shit! That’s Hyrule!’ Blue hollered.

‘Shhh!! Keep it down will you? Last thing we need is to have a headache with this.’ Green snapped back.

‘Should we split?’

‘Red, no, that would just make four of us have the same issue and everyone freak out.’ Vio was trying to be calm.

“Four, hey, what’s wrong?” Hyrule asked as he knelt close by.

“N-nothing.”

“You suck at lying. Come on, let me help with whatever this is.” A hand rubbed along his back. “You are burning up and sweating through your tunic. How long have you been sick?”

“Just woke up with it. I’ll be fine.” Four sniffled, not crying.

“Is it something you ate?”

“N-no!” Four shot up into a sitting position causing all of it to be much worse.

Hyrule quirked an eyebrow. “So it was something you ate. No one else is sick though.”

Four held his breath for a moment with his eyes closed trying to will the pain away. “Please don’t tell Wild.”

“Don’t tell me what?” Damn shift change!

‘Noooo!’ Red cried out.

‘Busted, might as well spill it.’ Vio said in a non comforting way.

When Four didn’t say anything, Hyrule stepped in. “Four got sick on something he ate and didn't want help and didn’t want you to know.”

Wild squatted down beside the other two. “How about you let Hyrule help you then we can figure out what made you sick?” Wild gave a soft, but concerned smile.

‘He’s… not mad?’

Giving a sigh, Four agreed and laid back on his back so Hyrule could examine. Warm tingling magic poured from Hyrule’s hand as he searched for the problem. Four tried to stay a still as he could, but wiggled his feet around. He relaxed more when Hyrule pushed on the area that was hurting, but when he let go, Four sucked in a ragged breath.

“It’s your Appendix.” Hyrule confirmed.

Four tilted his head. “The useless organ that does nothing outside of causing issues?”

“That’s the one. Now to fix it, you need to throw up or else it will rupture.”

Four’s ears dropped alongside Wild’s, who asked, “And it was because of something he ate?” Oh no. Wild was making the look Red never wanted to see. He was blaming himself for it.

“He probably ate too much or too fast or even both.” Hyrule reached a hand out for Hyrule to take so he could stand.

“Too much? Four, you only had one serving.” Wild stood and helped the smaller hero over to an area away from the rest of camp. It was slow moving, but they made it. “Want us to stay or-?”

Four didn’t give them a choice as he held onto a tree to promptly throw up everything his appendix thought to hang onto for later. Wild pulled Four’s headband back some to hold his hair away from his face as he told Hyrule to get a red potion.

“Only haa- half of oo- one please.” The dry heaving was worse than the actual throwing up.

Stomach settled and not trying to kill him, Four made it back to his bedroll and wanted nothing more than to face-plant into it and sleep for the next day. Insead he had to face Wild… well Red needed to face Wild.

“You going to tell me the big secret that you didn’t want me to know earlier?” Wild ask as he sat in front of Four and picked at the grass, starting to weave the ends together.

Red huffed and decided to come clean of his predicament. “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings by saying I wanted less food.” Wild seemed more confused than before and now that it was said out loud, Four felt a bit silly for it.

“Why would that hurt my feelings?”

“Cooking and feeding all of us makes you happy and I thought you would think that I didn’t like your food when really it’s much more complicated than that.”

“I’m listening.”

Hyrule passed the least filled potion he had to Four, giving him a look that he better drink.

“Both of you should probably hear this since it applies to potions too. Wild, you are the only one's knee caps I won’t break for saying that I’m still growing as if I’m close to Wind’s age and that is due to you meaning it in a kind way unlike when Legend or Wars says it to pick on me. I can’t eat as much as Wind because I’m not growing anymore due to a magic I was exposed to in one of my adventures. I can’t drink as much potion due to my size and it will eventually make me sick.”

Wild was the first to break the silence with a laugh. “Four, that's all you had to say. I wouldn’t have gotten mad or been hurt by that. Concerned maybe, at least until you told me why so I knew you weren’t starving yourself.”

“Same with the healing. The last thing anyone wants is for you to overdose on potions.” Hyrule added. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m tired and going to bed.”

Four watched him get up and walk over to where Legend was sleeping and land partly on top of him. The other let out an ‘oof’ and a grumble. “Do you want company during your watch?”

Wild shook his head. “You need sleep after all that. Get some rest Four. I’ll wake you and Hyrule last.” Wild stood and was walking away when he suddenly turned back aground. “Hey Red?”

Four jumped at being called one of the Colors and Red made sure to take over, eyes becoming the same color red as the tunic he wore. “Hmm?”

“I have smaller bowls that I can fill for you instead so it doesn’t look like you aren’t eating like normal. I’m sure Sky would say something if he thought you weren’t.”

Red had never been happier. “Thank you, Wild.” Four laid back down into his roll with a new found appreciation for his companions.

‘See, that wasn’t so difficult.’ Green whispered.

‘Shh, don’t rub it in.’

#anon request #fic request #hero of four swords #Red just want everyone happy #this was fun!#Thank you Anon!!#linked universe #four linked universe

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lamia-viper-zelda · 11 days

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Looking for a fic I read a while back. Only scene I can remember is the Chain were in a potion shop in Legend's Era, the townspeople don't like soldiers any more than Legend do. Hyrule accidentally startled Warriors, who I think punched him by reflex, and the shop keeper kicked him and Time (who they thought was his partner I think because of his armor) out. Does this sound familiar to anyone?

#Linked Universe #LU Fic Request #LU Warriors #LU Hyrule

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alldni · 7 months

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my warriors if you vote percabeth in this poll and send a screenshot i will write absolutely anything for you (under 1000 words) here is my ao3

(fandoms i write: fma, sbi, pjo, doctor who, linked universe + zelda)(i will write most ships too)(MOST. not all)

#percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo #fic requests #open requests #fma #sbi #linked universe #doctor who #zelda

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quirkle2 · 2 years

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4 with Warriors? :D

what's he excited about !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[expression challenge]

#qktalks #qkdraws #anon #this is not a recent challenge in the slightest this ask has been in my inbox since like june i think #maybe. idk #i reblog art challenge prompts and then store the requests i get for when i hibernate during the winter months #obviously . duh #GVEIYAGV #linked universe #lu #lu fanart #lu warriors #sorry if it looks a bit wonky i didn't flip the canvas much #also sorry if the expression is a bit lackluster im . well. not the best GVEIAYGV #not exactly the emotion i was aiming for and Also it looks kinda bland . wars sweetie im so sorry u do not deserve this #i accidentally put the white shine in his hair on the same layer as the lines . haunting i know GVYAEGV #had to spend like ten whole minutes fixing that mistake. my wrist is Throbbing rn i shouldn't have dedicated the entire day to drawing #got nothing done except this and it took like 4 hours for some reason. literally why GVYEIAV #im like less than 1k words away from finishing my fic too jay just fucking write . what is stopping u #well. my shitty ass phone is stopping me but. Excuses Excuses Jay Quirkle Dot Tumblr Dot Com #wow i just wont shut up huh. it's like im a fly and im incessantly trying to climb into ur cup of tea #those r my vibes. i've found them GVEAYGIV #that doesn't make any sense it's 12:30 am i usually go to bed sooner i am not made to stay up past like 11 #i simply stop functioning #anyway goodnight . ty for the ask anon i enjoyed drawing.... Him :)

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sraksha · 2 years

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Hey there! Might a request some bonding with Papa Time and Mama Sky? Thanks!

Talking about girls <3

And because you used "Papa" and "Mama" i have to reward you

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu time #lu sky #lu twilight #lu legend #art request #sraksha's art #another nod to bokettochild's feathered au fic #because yes

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zarvasace · 1 year

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Next time you feel the vibe for writing in the disability AU, might I request some Time-centric content? <3

vibin tonight with it :D something short!

Time is Not a Pirate

...despite the eye patch. ~700 words, gen everything, everyone present, Time and Wind have the biggest roles. AO3 link here!

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It's no secret that Legend likes to sew. He'll grumble about it, but he's the one everybody goes to when anything tears. Wind has a new appreciation for Legend's skills, with the even stitching he touches every night when he takes his leg off. When Legend isn't walking or sparring or saying cryptic things about his thousand adventures, he's probably sewing something. On occasion, he'll bring out some knitting needles, and Wind will never admit how the comforting sound reminds him of his grandma.

Tonight, Wind sits near the fire to ward off the chill, halfway watching Time writing in a journal and halfway paying attention to the signing lesson that Wars and Sky are giving to Hyrule. Wild has a banana on a stick over the fire, doing his best to convince Twilight to pick a fruit and roast it. Four sits quietly near Legend, both of them tending to supplies maintenance. It's as calm an evening as they get, which naturally makes Wind a little jumpy. It's calm evenings that get interrupted by monster attacks.

"Hey, old man," Legend calls suddenly, and something goes flying over Wind's head.

Whatever it is strikes Time in the forehead, though not because he hadn't tried to catch it. His mouth slants in a way that tells Wind that he's a little annoyed, but mostly trying not to laugh.

"Legend."

"What? I fixed it." Legend gestures, and Time picks up the thing to look at it. Wind climbs to his feet, curious, and goes to lean over Time's shoulder. Time shuts his journal, paranoid rat, but does hold up the thing for Wind to see.

It's Time's usual eye patch, a nice one made of soft leather on the inside—he's been wearing his spare, which doesn't fit him quite as well. The strap had started to fall off a few days ago, so apparently Legend had picked it apart to repair it. With the pretty blue thread on the outside, Wind thinks it looks better than new.

"You did a good job," Time says, running his fingers over the repairs. He takes off the patch he's wearing to put the other on. "Thank you."

"'Course. Don't know what else you were expecting." Legend picks up his next project, one of Sky's tunics.

Sky's voice makes Wind look over to see Warriors signing. "You'll fit right in with Wind, now, won't you?"

Wind makes a curious noise. "What do you mean?"

"You're not serious?" Twilight asks from across the fire. He's given in to Wild, and is trying to figure out how to best spear half an apple on a sharpened stick. "Pirates wear eye patches. Even I know that."

"He's right," Sky agrees.

"What do you know about pirates, Hero of Skyloft?" Wind laughs.

After a glance at Warriors's interpreting, Sky blushes. "That's… a story for another time."

"Do your pirates not wear eye patches?" Time asks as he tightens the strap around his head.

"No, we do. But you're missing an eye, that's not the same thing."

'Is it a fashion statement, then?' Warriors asks.

Wind snorts and moves to sit on top of the log that Time leans against. "It can be, I know of some crews that paint them colors to show loyalty. Nah, it's for seeing in the dark." He demonstrates by cupping one hand over his right eye. "Keep a patch on, and if you need to go from the sunny deck to the dark below, you don't have to wait for your eyes to adjust, you just flip it up. See?" He rotates his hand to mime an eye patch flipping up.

"That's really smart," Wild says with a tilt of his head and a rotate of his banana. "I might start doing that."

"Why would you suddenly need to see in a dark place?" Twilight asks incredulously.

"You never know!"

"Have you worn one like that before, Wind?" Time asks.

"Sure, it works. I don't like doing it for long, though, my balance is already pretty bad with my leg. I don't need to make it worse."

Hyrule lifts his hands as if to physically stop them talking. "Wait, wait, wait. Back up. You have to wait for your eyes to adjust to darkness? And wearing an eye patch can… help?"

"Hyrule," Wind laughs, "you'd make an excellent pirate."

Time shakes his head. "Don't corrupt him, Wind."

"And you would make an awful one."

#my writing #linked universe #lu time #lu wind #disability au #lu fic #i've posted so much recently #i'd apologize #but nobody actually has to follow me if they're annoyed #so like.#anyway.#thanks for the request!!#the end of febuwhump is in sight so i'm probably gonna spit out some more disability au over march #and maybe marvelous misadventures???#of course the ending of it all began #i have plans but we'll see lol

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octolingo-writes · 6 months

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Hello fandom and writers! I have a question:

#jrwi #linked universe #resident evil #fanfiction #ao3 #tagging these bc I want information #this is regarding my JRWI requests fic bc I'm thinking of making a table of contents chapter but I want to gauge demand #octo posts #please spread this around! I think it'll be helpful for authors in general :)

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skyward-floored · 1 year

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Have you ever considered a story of the boys encountering butterscotch? Or cookies, made by momma malon ofc

“I camf oem m’ mouff!”

“What’d you said Wind?” Four asked mildly, taking an amused bite of the cookie in front of him. “Oh goddesses, this is the best cookie I’ve ever eaten.”

Four sighed in pure bliss, and Wind shook his arms, a wide look in his eyes.

“I faid I camf oem m’ mouff!!” he mumbled frantically, and Hyrule snickered from next to him.

“You put too many butterscotches in your mouth, sailor,” Warriors said with a shake of his head, then leaned over and snatched a cookie from Wind’s plate. “You should’ve known better, they’re pretty sticky.”

“I’s ma ma faw!” Wind said huffily, swiping at the cookie Wild had stolen. “Mamom mamfes mem fo goo!”

“Does anyone have any clue what he’s saying?” Legend said with a snicker, opening his mouth to throw a butterscotch of his own in.

Time walked up, snatching the candy from midair and popping it into his own mouth, much to the veteran’s dismay.

“I believe he said Malon is the best cook in Hyrule,” Time said with a smile, ignoring Legend’s death glare. Malon herself rolled her eyes at her husband, giving him a light flick from next to him.

“And he’s right, these cookies are heavenly,” Sky sighed dreamily, taking another one. “I don’t think I’ve ever eaten such delicious cookies.”

“Hey,” Wild pouted, “how about my cookies?”

“When have you ever made cookies?” Twilight asked him in confusion, and Wild shrugged and crossed his arms.

“...well never, but mine would be really good.”

“I fin boff of yo’ ‘ookiff if goof!” Wind said happily.

Everyone turned to stare at the sailor, who smiled at them as best as he could with a mouthful of sticky candy.

“Still no clue what you’re saying.”

Wind sighed, and began to chew more quickly, making a horrible smacking sound as he tried to swallow the mass of candy in his mouth so he could speak again.

“Well I didn’t even know what cookies were until I met you guys,” Hyrule said, chewing on a cookie with sparkles in his eyes. “I think all of them are the best.”

“That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard,” Wild said in a horrified voice, and took Hyrule’s shoulder’s seriously in his hands. “Remind me when this is over to bake you an entire sack full of cookies to take home.”

“M’ foo!” Wind said excitedly, jerking forward and accidentally knocking straight into Warriors’ knee.

The captain jerked at the sudden hit, and his elbow shot out directly into Wind’s cheek. Wind made a surprised noise and abruptly spat out the entire wad of candy in his mouth.

Directly onto Legend’s head.

“Sailor!” the veteran yelped, batting fruitlessly at the mass of sticky butterscotch that had just landed in his hair. Wind blushed as the others laughed, and Malon handed Legend a cloth to clean himself off with, which he snatched with a foul look.

“I um, won’t stuff my mouth so full next time,” Wind said sheepishly, and Legend glared, then swiped the rest of the cookies the sailor had had on his plate.

“There won’t be a next time if I have any say in it,” he grumbled.

Then he bit into a cookie, the glare on his face softening a bit as he chewed.

“And I don’t care what you say Champion, no cookie you could make would ever be this fantastic.”

“Hey!”

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Hi, I saw you are taking requests!

If you want to, could you write something (anything, short or long doesn't matter) of Wind and Four interacting? (Maybe they are the first ones to meet after they go through the portal and they are looking for the other, or something else, like literally anything)

I'm curious how you imagine their dynamic!

I took the idea of them being the first to meet and ran with it, also! this turned out much longer than initially planned, and its up on AO3 for easier reading. Just in case though I'll post it here with the link as well as on my pinned post. Enjoy!

Link to AO3: Of Sailors and Smiths (3794 words) by RedSpottedSheep

What was once a peaceful sailing day turned to rough seas and a rapidly greying sky. Link, of course, was no stranger to rough days at sea. More of his life had been spent on the water than on solid ground. At least that's what Grandma said. Link had no problems with that. The sea was a place he could find adventure and feel free, a place he cherished no matter the circumstances. Like now, fighting with his sail to stay on course against whipping winds while wrestling to get his baton out of the leather pouch on his belt.

Upon managing to grab the artefact, after no struggle at all thank you, and conducting the simple yet beautiful melody of Wind’s Requiem, the sail began to obey and kept him easily on course. Yet there wasn’t much to be done about the violent waters. Now Link’s goal for the day had changed. The current task at hand was to now get back to the shore of Outset Island in one piece. Link hadn’t had enough time to react before he was being pulled into..whatever that was. Hadn’t had enough time to turn away, to guard himself, dodge, anything. Now he was paying for that negligence in the form of falling straight onto the grassy forest floor in a wave of nausea, a splitting headache, and general disorientation. The day kept getting better it seemed.

Out of habit taught to him by now two years of combat experience, Link had managed to at least try and break his fall, throwing his shoulder in front of him to take the force, and using his arms to protect what he could of the rest of his body. Only after the dishevelled boy propped himself up and looked around did he realise he was no longer at sea. Nor washed ashore the rocks and sand of his tropical home island. No. He was in a forest with tall grass, trees, overgrowth and wildlife. Yep, that would make it a forest. Just as his shitty luck would have it. Taking in the rest of what had to be one of the weirdest situations Link had found himself in yet, he noticed that while he had been thrown into the woods, there was no trace of his boat anywhere in the immediate area, meaning either he’d been taken away from it entirely or it was off at sea most likely never to be recovered. In a flash of panic, Link shot to his feet, now aware of the absence of his baton, one of his most important items. A hasty search through his pouch yielded no results of course, he’d been holding the damned thing and now it was probably in the ocean with his likely sunken boat!

Becoming thoroughly frustrated, Link began to walk. In what direction, he hadn’t a clue, but the smoke rising in the distance probably had something to do with it. Smoke usually meant civilization right? Maybe. Or was it monsters? Link couldn’t find it in him to care. If it was a village, great, a monster camp, better. A chance to hit something and take out his building stress was much needed and appreciated in times like these.

The trees had now thinned, and Link could see rows of buildings and bustling streets of far more people than he could count, and of course far more than the population of his small homeland. Still, knowing that he wasn’t entirely alone was a good sign and a step forward for finding his baton and getting the hell out of there. Vendors and pawn shops had seemed the best place to start after stuffing his sword and shield into his seemingly bottomless pouch. Link had figured it best to not come as a threat while he was wandering among the vast crowds, not wanting to cause a panic. Being barely five feet tall was an inconvenience at best trying to navigate the crowd and see the different stalls set up. It took much longer than Link wanted it to, and he couldn’t help the impressive string of curses that tumbled out of his throat when he hadn’t seen his baton among any of the hundreds of wares being displayed. All that time searching and nothing to show for it. Up until that point, Link had avoided conversation with the shopkeepers or passersby, though now it seemed inevitable if he wanted to figure out where he was. ‘Here goes nothing,’ Link thought to himself as he walked up to the nearest vendor, a man in his middle ages selling a wonderful assortment of shit the hero of winds had never seen.

“Hey, where is this place?” Surrendering his pride in lieu of information seemed like a bad deal, but it was all Link had to go off of when the shopkeeper answered with nothing more than “Hyrule Town, Kid, your parents around anywhere?” Link should have anticipated this. Of course he would be taken as nothing more than a lost child. He could handle himself! Why did everyone assume he was helpless? A few frustrated breaths later, and Link had made his way to one of the various knights guarding what Link quickly identified as the path to what he figured was Hyrule castle, as different as it was. “I need to speak to Te-Zelda, let me through.” The armoured woman fixed him with an unimpressed gaze. “And who are you to demand an audience with the princess?” She asked, seemingly humouring him. For what, Link had no idea considering no part of the interaction indicated a joke. “Link, the Hero. Can I just get through? I really need to talk to Zelda.” Apparently, the mention of himself struck a nerve in the guard, and she tensed her sword grip. “What did you misunderstand about staying away until you get your head screwed on right? Changing your look and waltzing in here demanding to speak with the princess is an utterly stupid move. Now get out, hero, I should be throwing you behind bars for coming in here.”

The hero’s title being spat like an insult was just the beginning of the confusion Link felt. Why was the guard suddenly so hostile? Changing his look? Get his head on right? Was this guard crazy? She had to be mistaken. “Okay, okay! I’ll leave.” Link raised his hands in mock surrender, unable to help the sarcasm that dripped from the gesture. Any intention he had of leaving was now tossed aside. Link wasn’t leaving until he had answers. Sinking back into the masses proved to be an easy task, and while he did Link searched for someone else who seemed a good source. Eventually he found the keeper of one of the pawn shops he had looked at earlier, approaching the man with his most inconspicuous facade, which, admittedly, wasn't all that convincing. Still, though, the man turned his attention to Link expectantly. “Uhm..excuse me, what happened to the hero? Link? I wanted to hear more but my parents wouldn’t tell me..” Link was grateful for the first time to be on his own. If anyone knew who he was and heard this horrid act he’d never be able to live it down.

The shopkeeper only sighed with a shake of his head. “There’s good reason for that, boy. He may be the hero but af’er he came back, poor kid’s been off his rocker, never leavin’ that forge, always ramblin’ to himself, don’ go ‘round gettin too curious ‘bout him, for yer sake. Can't help but feel a lil’ sorry for the lad though..”

Trying his best to ignore the man’s infuriating way of speech, Link’s eyes widened as he spoke, from trying to keep up with all the new information and maintaining his ‘innocent little kid’ act. Now his main problem was trying to get more out of the man without prying.

“Woah.. so.. where is the forge? I wanna explore it!” Staying calm and not breaking what little character there was proved a challenge. Link, by his own nature, was expressive, and he was still barely any closer to figuring out what he’d done to these people. The shopkeeper leaned in close, his voice barely audible between the people busy with their own conversations. “Listen ‘ere, boy. Don’t you be goin’ down to that forge. Stay away from it unless you wanna get yerself killed. Take the east or west exits an’ go home.”

With a brisk nod and a dramatic shift in character as Link let his act be dropped, he turned to leave, not bothering to say anything more to the man who was clearly left stunned by the sudden change of demeanour.

Right, so all he had to do was whatever the pawnbroker told him not to. Now to find an exit to the South. He’d gotten stopped and berated in record time at the north exit, which he saw a familiar Hyrule Castle beyond. So south it was. As it turned out, though, actually finding anything in the marketplace was a challenge, though at least slowly shoving his way through the crowd gave him time to think.

So far, Link only knew that the people of this town thought he was batshit crazy, and a recluse, had something called a forge, and that he looked different even though his appearance hadn’t changed at all since he first set out two whole years ago. Somehow it managed to be useful and also do jackshit to help him make any sense of the situation. Perhaps if he found the forge he’d get answers.

Finally, he reached the exit and promptly noticed people rushing their children along and glancing warily out of the stone arch marking the entrance. Leaving, there was now nothing for him to go off of, simply a once frequently used dirt path being overtaken by plants and a towering stone chimney not far away.

Locating the forge was alarmingly easy, now Link stood knocking loudly on the wooden front door, then banging his fist on the metal side entrance upon receiving no answer. Well, surely a batshit crazy guy pretending to be him wouldn’t mind if he let himself in, right? Link applauded his sense of self preservation.

After a few minutes of struggling, Link was able to get the main door open, calling out to ensure he was truly alone before he continued making his way throughout the organised chaos that was the home. Of course, he'd closed and locked the door behind him, but that didn't stop him from spinning defensively at every slight sound, regardless of whether it was him or the persistent scampering he could hear up on the exposed rafters. Now there was nothing left for him to do but wait for who would likely be his demise to arrive. And take what he could of the shiny gems and shards of precious metal scattered everywhere.

“Red, get your stuff! We need to go!” Blue’s impatience was shining through this particular day. That's not to say the smith was upset at anything in particular, just- eccentric. Not that Vio could say anything about that, they all had their quirks and irregularities. Those differences made it difficult to stay merged for long, made them feel as though their head was splitting and their ears were ringing, and they were haphazardly stitched together. Well, perhaps putting it that way would seem dramatic.. After all they were perfectly capable of coming together as one, fully functional hylian.

“But that’s not exactly what the kingdom sees, is it?”

Green smiled, though it was bittersweet. Only now realising he’d been thinking aloud, Vio nodded absently, mentally making sure he had everything. Dagger, book, spare bookmark, pen, Four Sword, check. It seemed everyone was now ready to leave their second, tinier home.

Minish village had become to feel safer than their own home in South Hyrule Field, just a short walk away from the life they’d worked so hard for, only to be discarded by the very people they fought to save. It had become commonplace for them to shrink, split and lose the time catching up with the Minish. Splitting was a tricky thing, as Link, they were fine working together- hours and days of teamwork practice had ensured that- but no matter how close of a team they could be, disputes and feuds seemed unavoidable at any given time. Like now, when Blue and Green had an impressively stupid argument about something neither Vio nor Red could figure out?

“It's getting late; let’s just merge and go, we still have a few things to do at the forge when we get back,” Green reasoned.

He was met with an unimpressed Red. “Why can’t we just stay split? I like being able to see you guys rather than just hearing everyone!”

“Because last time someone saw us split we almost had a mob at our door.”

Blue butted in, already leading the way with Vio toward the clearing they used for splitting and shrinking during the numerous visits to the woods. Now merged as one and with the usual headache, Link returned to his natural size. Instinctively the colours settled into their usual places, Green at the forefront, everyone else also at the forefront, all of them ready to jump in for input if the need came, Which it often did, even without other people around. It took all of them to be Link, and that was something they wouldn’t try and change if they could.

“What all do we need to get done at home?” “We have to finish that spare practice sword, our old one is worn down too much to be worth fixing” “I liked the old one” “We also need to fix that buckle on our shield, when it broke i'm not sure though” “Don't forget about the frayed embroidery on Green’s side of our shirt” Link mumbled aloud as he made his way through the all too familiar path through the forest back to the forge. It was something they didn’t realise he did unless someone pointed it out, whether it be one of him or someone externally. Granted talking to someone other than himself had become a rarity after their second quest. Apparently magically becoming four and having lasting effects made for a bad reputation. Though, they did get enough interaction between Zelda’s letters -she couldn't be seen with them any more unless it was for hero things- and the minish. Grandpa Smith’s health had been declining, putting it generously, he rarely visited and could only write when he could gather the strength.

Link was fine on their own, because they weren’t on their own. They stayed accompanied by themselves, and poured everything they had into their work.

Link pushed his straight hair away from his face with his now signature headband, and looked down at their tunic to inspect the intricate golden design stitched into the green quadrant. Blue had been right, the thread began to lift and now looked noticeably messier than he remembered. That would have to be getting fixed today before it drove Blue up the wall. This was the third time they’d put the repair at the bottom of their list of priorities.

While walking his usual path through the undergrowth, a small silver glint caught the corner of his eye. Upon further inspection, Link picked up what looked to be a conductor’s wand, though this item in particular felt foreign, and it was clearly imbued with magic, unlike any Link had felt before. Though who would leave such an item discarded in the woods? Very few ventured this far away from the town and fewer still had ever even been exposed to magic, much less any of this calibre. It was something to look into more later, and Link carefully wrapped the item in a spare cloth before placing it into his pouch.

Returning the Four Sword to its place across his back as he walked out of the forest, Link continued west to the forge. Though a small, disquieted feeling followed him, urging his body forward in a steady haste. Something felt amiss, and Link’s feeling was validated when he saw light coming from inside the familiar dwelling despite the late hour. Another good sign was probably the loud clang of metal being dropped to the ground followed by a less than quiet string of curses. Whoever had broken in had to be either inexperienced or careless, things that didn't usually favour stealth.

With a small grumble, Link readied his sword and one of the many concealed daggers they carried. It wouldn’t be difficult to arm oneself in a weapons forge, so he figured his best bet was to be ready to clean crimson off the wall. One fed up sigh later and Link took hold of the newly crooked doorknob and pushed the door open, stepping toward what was his first and final straw for the day.

It didn’t take long for Link to find the intruder, a mere child by the looks of him. Round, expressive features telling of his age paired with blonde curls, blue eyes and skin tanned by blaring sun. Those same features spun around to face him as soon as the forge door was opened. Before the child could reach for his own sword’s hilt, the Four Sword was already pointed at the boy, dangerously close to his chest. The windswept boy raised his hands in surrender, showing the soot he’d accumulated from no doubt snooping through the smith’s tools.

“You have about a minute to explain what you’re doing here; what are your intentions?” Link growled, ignoring the voice inside telling him to lower the sword he was pointing at the kid.

“Are you Link?” He asked carefully, lowering his hands to his sides and trying not to show his blatant shock both at the situation and the person standing in front of him. He looked around his own age if not younger if height was the basis. “Who’s asking?” the smith asked suspiciously.

“I came here to see if you could help me, I’m Link.” Blue eyes subtly widened; “Help? Don’t play games with me, you broke into my house and rummaged through my supplies! That's not how you ask for help!”

“I'm not playing games! I got pulled through a purple mass at sea and ended up here. I don't know how to get back home and when I asked around the town everyone started talking about me..you? saying how the hero went insane or something!” For a moment the sailor could swear he’d seen the colours in the other boy’s eyes swirl a multitude of shades before settling on a violet hue. The sword pointed at his chest slowly lowered and he was met with curious interest.

“The sea you say? There are no harbours anywhere near here. Hyrule is far inland..” The sword returned to rest on the smith’s back and Link let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “Follow me and we can talk about this in the house.” With unexpected speed the smith turned and without waiting left the forge, the sailor hurrying behind him. In the main room, the two settled across from one another at a small table.

“To answer your question earlier,” the smith began, “yes, I am Link, and I’m Hyrule's hero. Now tell me, where exactly have you come from?”

“Me too, I’m called the Hero of the Winds, I live on Outset Island in the Great Sea. I was sailing when a storm hit and I was tossed into a gateway of some kind. I got thrown around some and ended up in the woods. I lost my boat and something of great importance to me, so I asked around the town and now I'm here.”

“Great Sea? I don't think such a thing exists. Perhaps it has something to do with the gateway you mentioned.. Though I’ve never heard of a Hero of Winds, there are tales of a hero before me, however, the Hero of the Skies. He was said to be an incarnation of the hero long before current times.”

“Incarnation huh? So.. I'm a hero..after you? So you mean to say that gateway took me into the past?!” The sailor questioned, scrambling to make sense of the new information. “It’s unlikely, but magic does exist, so not impossible. Still, it’s strange. We may need to get Zelda involved, I’m worried this may be the work of Vaati, or worse.”

“Vaati?- Wait, did you say Zelda? How would she be here? She didn’t go through the gateway with me.” The sailor questioned. “You have a Zelda too? Could it be possible that- nevermind, This time has a Princess Zelda as well, though I doubt they are one in the same. She may be able to make sense of this. As for the item you mentioned, what exactly was it if I may ask?”

“A baton, it’s an artefact I use given to me by my mentor. I can control the wind with it, I need to find it before anything else but the town didn't have anything even close to it.”

The smith raised an eyebrow, silently digging through his bag and retrieving the wand he’d found on the forest floor, unravelling the cloth and setting it on the table. “Could this be it? I found it on the ground walking home.” When the Hero of Winds stared wide eyed at it, Link second guessed for a moment until the item was snatched with a cry of relief. “I thought it was lost at sea! I can’t believe you found it, I looked for hours in the town and it was in that forest the whole time! A small smile graced the smithy’s face before it morphed into a worried frown. “The gateway magic is worrying, what you described sounded to me like dark magic, we need to get to the castle and inform Zelda.” Settling back into the conversation, Link nodded. “Though, I thought the people here hated you? When I asked to see Zelda I almost got arrested.”

With a darkened expression, the Minish Hero shook his head. “My last quest had some..lasting effects. The townspeople are simple minded and untrusting. Zelda was there though, she tried to get them to understand but they wouldn’t budge on the matter. We’ll have to go through my father to get into the castle with his escort.” Both heroes stood, readying themselves. As they prepared to leave for the castle, the smith turned suddenly and deadpanned, “Before we go, put back all of the materials you pocketed.”

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