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legendofzoodles · 3 years ago

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LOZ Character Analysis/Rant

The Hero of Time

‘the flow of time is always cruel’

Forced to grow up too quickly, to abandon childhood and embrace adulthood for the sake of his destiny and kingdom. Neither Ganondorf nor Majora were the true villains. Time itself as always been Link’s true enemy.

Ironic that history will forever champion him as The Hero of Time.

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To be honest he never struck me as the cold serious type. I feel like he only became hardened and jaded as his perspective on his past experiences changed with age. I mean, look at that goofy kid! He was a mischievous little gremlin back in the day and I won’t hear otherwise. He would have been very sociable with the forest children, playing games, playing pranks and living a carefree life.

At least subconsciously, he was aware that he was different to the Korkiri. This would have been pointed out to him due to him being the only one without a bonded fairy until much later in life and the fact that everyone was aware that he was growing up. This wouldn’t have been a major concern for him at the time. It would be 7 years later.

The inciting incident that spurs his adventure is the death of his mentor figure: The Great Deku tree. This would have had a profound effect on the young boy, but the send off was so inspiring that more than anything it motivates Link to fulfil his new role. The Deku tree recounts to Link the creation story of the three Golden Goddesses and the business with Ganondorf. At the time much of this would have flown over Link’s head who was probably more focused on the fact that his tree dad was dying and the job he needed to do.

Much later in life though, realising that there are supposedly benevolent beings with infinite power who created this world who sit around and let fiends like Ganondorf cause such misery would add to his jaded view of the world.

Leaving the Korkiri forest must have been bittersweet, especially since he had to do it alone, for the forest children could not leave (I feel like if Saria could, Link would have wanted her to join him). The first part of OoT must have been a blast for child Link. For a short time he got to go out and explore Hyrule with no strings attached, a truly free kid (many characters refer to him as a child quite often: ‘kid’, ‘lad’, ‘fairy boy’).

At his young age he didn’t properly grasp the severity of the situation, and saw the quest as fun. To his credit, things were going great, he met princesses (and got engaged to a fish princess! He would’ve looked forward to bragging to Mido about it), wrangled himself a loyal horse and explored the land (bet this cinnamon roll had planned to bring back gifts for his friends in the forest).

Then Ganondorf pulled the rug out from everyone and great googly boogly, it all went to shit.

The shock of waking up from what he probably initially assumed was a nap must have traumatised him. Imagine waking up to realise you had missed out on puberty, see the kingdom in ruins, your woodland father figure is dead, your childhood friend/crush is dead and it’s your job to fix everything.

He did everything perfectly up until now. None of this was deserved.

At first he might have felt guilty for abandoning the kingdom, but honestly I think that would have dissolved into sheer anger the more he thought it through. Since he was a child, nothing regarding the 7 year coma can really be attributed to him specifically. And being 9 I don’t think that would register until much later in his life, but due to the confusing nature of the whole thing, he wouldn’t know who to blame or what to direct his anger to. Hence the bitterness he carries with him.

Fi obviously didn’t want him to perish. She did what she did to give him the best fighting chance, but perhaps it was poor judgment on her part to prioritise the wellbeing of her master over that of the kingdom. It was the right call in terms of protecting the hero, but it screwed over literally everyone else. Not to mention that the Royal Family and Raru had been duped by Ganondorf and Zelda/Lullaby had been forced into hiding.

All in all, I don’t think the 7 year coma was anyone’s fault; the forces of good made their moves and Ganondorf just outplayed them.

Link himself wasn’t a much of a player at all, more like a variable both sides used in order to outplay the other. The outcome of this struggle behind the scenes was cruel and unfair in the eyes of the hero. He’d done what he was told, he had purified the Zora and Goron’s guardian deities, he had collected all the sacred elemental gemstones and was ready to claim the power that was his birthright.

Raru, Fi, Hylia, the Goddesses even the Royal Family failed the Hero of Time. But he wouldn’t have thought this back then because he believed that he was destined for greatness. He’d been told by the Deku tree that he’d accomplish amazing things and save the kingdom. In his mind, he had failed.

Since Time still pretty much had the mind of a child in the latter half of OoT, he probably deviated from the main quest, unable to resist the need to help the suffering people. The sight of the kingdom he’d just explored now in such disharmony, a twisted corrupted version of itself, must have been awful. The kingdom had already been taken over, so there was no real need to hurry, he just needed to focus on building up his strength and make sure he defeated Ganondorf. It probably also took him a fat while to get used to his new body.

Because of this, I’m genuinely not surprised that there’s a canon outcome where he dies to Ganon. The odds were against him from the get-go. There was no way he was going to be at his best when he was still mentally 9 and in a body he’d barely gotten any experience in. Maybe he misjudged a sword strike, overestimated his reach or underestimated his speed. It wouldn’t have taken much, just one small mistake for it all to be over.

On the flip side, following the outcome where he does win, it would be a massive boost in ego. Not in an arrogant way, more just in self assured confidence. The fact that he was able to overcome all that despite the trash hand dealt by the Gods and his own weapon, would give him the attitude of not fearing what life throws at him. Although it wouldn’t make him reckless, it would be the reason why he’d continue to go out adventuring and helping people. He has the hero’s spirit after all, going out of his way to do what’s right is in his nature.

The trauma from speedrunning childhood was probably the main reason he allowed Zelda to send him back in time. That, and to expose Ganondorf before he can cause all that devastation. He probably thought it would be exclusively beneficial for him and the kingdom, by way of erasing those 7 years of hardship under Ganondorf’s takeover...not splitting the timeline. I feel like Zelda knew it would cause a timeline split (she has the Triforce of Wisdom, she 100% knew and you can’t tell me otherwise) and leave her timeline without a hero, but purposefully put his wishes above that of hers and the kingdom. Maybe out of pity and/or guilt.

To protect him, she didn’t mention that teeny weeny world shattering detail.

Regarding Sheik, I think Time would have liked and respected them a lot during OoT, taking comfort in their guidance. Probably saw them in an older sibling sort of light, quickly feeling comfortable to joke around with them and maybe confide a bit too. I don’t know how he’d feel about them being Zelda, because I don’t know how he’d feel about Zelda herself. It wouldn’t be overwhelmingly positive though, some of that unyielding bitterness would be directed at her I’d imagine.

After all he lost everything, his father-figure, his best friends, his childish innocence and doesn’t even have a home to return to anymore. But Zelda? When all this is said and done she can return to her life of privileged luxury, ready to rule the kingdom healed by the Hero of Time (and the sages too). To be fair that’s adult-timeline Zelda, child-timeline Zelda isn’t really the Zelda he knew, but he probably isn’t too keen on having much to do with her either.

I feel like there would be things from both OoT and MM he’d struggle to get over later in life, due to him being so young when he experienced them.

Needless to say he never touched the Master Sword again.

His desperation to find Navi at the end of OoT is interesting though. It shows that he cares about her, but she wasn’t kidnapped or went missing...she left him. It’s possible Link thought she just needed to go somewhere, but I don’t think that was the case.

No matter the reason, it was for all intensive purposes, a dick move. Because even if you’re not a Korkiri, I believe you can still make it into the forest if you have a fairy companion to guide you. Be doing this, she effectively locks Link out of the Korkiri forest, banishing him from his childhood and robbing him of the chance to live in carefree peace with the forest children. So aside from missing her, he probably chased after her because without her, he can never return home.

And we know in LU that years later she still hasn’t come back...

During his life leading up to LU, he was probably going with the flow. There was no way back into the Korkiri forest without Navi, so he sort of aimlessly roamed around Hyrule and went wherever there was adventure. Helping anyone who needed it, taking down dangerous monsters and travelling around the kingdom. He didn’t think of it as a job and didn’t take it too seriously, he knew he had the power to do good so like his predecessors before him, and did what was right because he could.

I do like the idea that sometime before LU, maybe in his mid twenties, there was an incident where he used the Fierce Deity mask and something went horribly wrong. He ended up defeating whatever forced him to resort to that power, but it resulted in the Fierce Deity almost possessing him, or the power itself tried to take over for a moment- either way it lead to the missing eye and tattoos.

I have a fair bit more to say on the Fierce Deity...but I’ll leave it there for now.

Time never saw the masks he collected as toys. Some were connected to the dead, one housed a very powerful entity and therefore needed to be treated with respect. Keeping the collection mostly to honour those they represented and maybe also as proof of the adventure. MM was another thankless quest, no one outside of Termina (which may or may not exist) knows what happened there, so he could tell stories using the masks as evidence that he wasn’t full of shit.

That being said, his skill as a swordsman and warrior would be enough for most to believe him. He’s had a long while to master the blade and was probably besting even the most skilled knights in the Hyrulean Army while back in his child body after OoT. He can use a bunch of different items, shoot a bow with deadly accuracy and even do a nifty bit of magic.

Unfortunately, due to his circumstances his intelligence stat capped off mid-way through childhood. Filling his time with adventure and daring do meant he wasn’t exactly hitting the books and making up for the lost years of homeschooling...or tree-schooling in his case. As such, he’s a very slow reader, his handwriting is like that of a 4th grader’s, his arithmetic is excellent as long as the numbers don’t get to big or the math more complex than adding, subtracting and multiplying. Also statistics and fractions smaller than 1/4 mean basically nothing to him.

In his defence, what’s reading a few books compared to year’s worth of life experience? This man is wise beyond his years, always aware of his surroundings and one could say he’s very much a people person. The only thing that didn’t improve with age is his cringe humour.

Since the Hero’s Shade looked heavily armoured, it seems likely that Time was officially signed up to the army but maybe as a reserve and has had knight’s training once he became old enough to enlist. Things didn’t go smoothly after Ganondorf was outed by kid Lullaby and Time. The King of Thieves didn’t get arrested lying down, he got arrested after a long drawn out bloody conflict with the Royal Family.

This conflict led to the Gerudo being chased out the desert and the reuse of their Spirit Temple, turning it into a prison: the Arbiter’s Grounds. Time couldn’t fight in this war because it happened when he was still a kid (could have ended when he was in his mid teens) and since he isn’t known as the legendary hero there was no way the army would let a minor fight in their ranks. He wouldn’t have risked pulling out the Master Sword to prove his status, for fear of Fi putting him in stasis again or Ganondorf having access to the Triforce and Sacred Realm.

He may be bitter towards the Master Sword, but he’s downright hateful of Royal Family. He saw evidence of the atrocities the Sheikah committed under their orders in the Shadow Temple, their cruelty towards the Gerudo and incompetence to stop Ganondorf in his original timeline. Hence why he spends his life doing his own thing rather than rise the ranks of their army.

Music is incredibly important to him. It not only serves as a meaningful connection to Saria and the life he once had, but it’s also how he interacts with the world and enforces his will on it. Again, as a kid he only saw the ocarina as a practical little instrument that could do cool things (btw I know for a fact that Time would never drop Saria’s ocarina or favour it to Zelda’s, even if it’s something the player can do. He wouldn’t do it willingly, only resorting to it if he needed space for a item that could save his life), but as he grew into an adult appreciated its connection to space as well as time.

He may travel alone, but that’s mostly due to the sense of isolation he acquired from his experiences and the burden of bearing the God-like power of the Fierce Deity. On days off or when he feels he needs a break, he’ll seek out the company of those he cares about. Those relationships would have started from scratch, because in this timeline no one remembers him and courageous acts he committed to save Hyrule.

Still has a deep connection to the Korkiri forest. Even though he couldn’t return. It’s a safe bet to assume that the Hero’s Shade is in fact a Stalfos. What if the reason he risks going into the Lost Woods without a fairy guide was because he’d heard news that the Korkiri Forest was falling into decay. The Deku tree still dies in this timeline and without a new sapling to replace him, the forest dies. What if Link went to try and save the forest by finding a new sapling, only to find himself lost and cursed to forever roam the haunted woods as the Hero’s Shade. All while his home slowly perishes.

Leaving the forest in the decrepit state seen in Twilight Princess, with the hollow husk of the Deku Tree serving as the game’s first dungeon. Who knows the fate of the Korkiri...

Twilight’s existence makes him exceedingly happy. Before that revelation, he probably didn’t think too much about stuff like legacy, descendants and passing down his skills. He’d have a funny view on nostalgia. Spent most of his life not putting too much thought into the past or dwelling on a future that may not come to past if he doesn’t make it back from an adventure. Until he gets a family of his own. The normalcy and security his wife and kid(s) bring will finally have him looking at the past fondly and the future with hope.

I’ll leave you with a couple more famous OoT quotes:

‘melody that will draw you into infinite darkness’

‘A childish mind will turn into noble ambition’

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Thanks for reading!

I truly believe that this incarnation of Link is one of the most interesting. Imagine what having control over yet being completely at the mercy of the flow of time would do to a person. There are lots of other interpretations you can pull from Link’s experience on OoT and MM, which is a testament to the incredible game design.

Expect edits every now and then for posts like these. They take a while to write and I don’t always proofread...

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beskarberry · 5 years ago

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Silver and Steel

Bargaining with Beskar, Chapter 2 (The Mandalorian x f!reader)

It was then you noticed the open wall next to you. The steel panel was slid open to reveal a vault packed corner to corner with more firepower than you had ever seen in one place. Your eyes roamed from blaster to rifle to flamethrower, noticing that not all of them were made for five fingered hands. This wasn't just an armory, it was a trophy case.

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 7.5k

Content warnings: ALOT. Descriptions of violence (a little spicier than canon) blood mention, near death experiences, hurt/COMFORT, fluff, smut exhaustion sex, top!reader.

A/N: I hope y’all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it but yeah PLEASE READ THOSE CONTENT WARNINGS!! It all works out ok in the end! Also good chunks of this was inspired by a particular filk song called Call the Navigator which I’ll link in the replies so the external link doesn’t ef up my post.

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"Med pack... junk....junk....spotchka?....is that all you've got?"

You were bent over a deep supply crate, your legs barely touching the ground while you dug through what you had hoped would be the food stock. There were several banged up tins of rations and a handful of miscellaneous junk, but nothing that looked real food. You were clean and dry after your shower, but the energy that had been spent in this very supply room just an hour or so earlier had to be replenished. "Where’s the rest of it?"

The silence coming from the cockpit was expected, but still frustrating. With a huff you grabbed two food tins and made your way through the old ship towards the ladder. At the top though a small antechamber you found your new comrade seated in the pilot chair, fussing with the buttons on the console. On either side and slightly behind his chair were two other passenger seats, though the one on his left was missing a good deal of padding. The cockpit was poorly lit save for the lighted console and the dusty starlight overhead. Though you were in the air, you could tell you were still on Tatooine. Hooray. Why are we still here? The great Dune Sea stretched out on all sides, sparsely dotted with sand people villages, but you couldn’t see any of the large space ports such as Mos Eisley or Mos Espa. In the ships’ darkness you couldn't tell what the lumpy thing was in the other chair, probably blankets or laundry. You went to toss it off the seat when a pair of huge black orbs peeped out from the heap of fabric.

"The fuck is THAT?!" You rocketed backwards, dropping the food tins in the process. The bug eyed creature made a soft cooing noise and lifted the rest of the blanket off itself, allowing two gigantic green ears to pop into view. It didn't look like a threat, in fact it looked kinda cute, but you knew it could still be dangerous. A pair of stubby three-fingered hands made grabby motions at you, the little creature giggling at your bewildered face. " Where'd you find this thing, is it some kind of pet?"

"He's not a pet." Finished fiddling with the console, Mando turned in his chair to readjust the blanket that had slumped off of the small beastie. It squealed happily and wiggled in its comfy cocoon before noticing the food tins that were still on the floor. He pointed the tiniest claw at them and chirped at you, demanding to be fed. "You'd better give him one of those before he gets mad."

It took you a moment to process what he said before scooping one of the tins off the floor, peeling back the lid and placing the dish in the seat next to the little thing. He greedily scooped the mystery mash into his tiny toothy mouth, gibbering between bites. You picked the remaining tin off the floor and leaned against the door frame, watching it happily chow down.

"If it's not a pet then what is it?"

"He's my..." the Mandalorian paused, fishing for the right words to say, "...he is my child."

That was not at all the answer you expected, if he had said emotional support gremlin you would have been less confused. The baby was still making a mess of his dinner, almost dropping his plate before Mando snatched it and set it carefully back in his lap. You had seen first hand that there was a human under all that metal plating, and your tired brain fizzled trying to make the connection between the two very different beings. Mando could tell by your puzzled face that he had some explaining to do.

He told you the tale of how he had been charged to bring the baby in as a high credit bounty, but after he used the reward to get new armor he went back and stole the child away from its captors. He talked about the Mandalorian concept of a 'foundling' and that he himself was one too. At some point you had popped your food tin open and started eating, though you were so captivated by his story that you couldn't remember doing so. When he'd finished you set your empty dish on the busted chair and gently held your hand out for the child to grab with one mush covered paw, who babbled excitedly at his new friend.

Behind you his parental guardian was rigid, ready to take you out if you made one wrong move against his precious cargo. Though he had been the one to steal you away and forgo freezing you in carbonite he still didn’t exactly trust you, your reputation as a hunter-killer was what had driven your bounty so high. He knew you were disarmed, but what else could you be capable of? However, you weren't paying mama-hen Mando any mind. Instead you let the baby play with your hand a bit before he returned to his food. You decided that the only place left to sit was on the floor. Squished into the tiny space between the passenger and pilot seats was cramped, but it gave you a fantastic view out the rounded transperisteel window into the vastness of the night sky.

“Your story sounds awful familiar.” You turned your attention to the metal clad man, watching him fidget with the steering controls. “You abandoned a guild reward for anothers wellbeing, like I did. Someone that didn’t deserve to be dragged back in cuffs. Is that why you picked up the puck on me? Some kind of kindred spirit something or other?”

“We’re nothing alike.” He was watching out the window, focused on flying the ship to unknown destinations, but he was bouncing the leg farthest away from you. So when the cogwheels turn in your head, the machine moves somewhere else. If you hadn’t experienced his human body first hand you could have easily convinced yourself he was a droid.

“Now that’s not true. You told the guild to get fucked because your moral compass was pointing the other way. I didn't just let that quarry go y'know? It was more than that. There was... there was someone she had to get back to. And the New Republic was just gonna lock her ass up and for what? It wasn't right." You remembered that Togruta woman, pointing a blaster at you with tears in her eyes and her belly swollen with a child that did not belong to the man she was being forced to marry. A few thousand credits weren’t worth another child being made an orphan, and you gave her your ship to escape in while you led hunters on a wild-bantha chase away from her. You knew it drove the guild insane but you wouldn’t have it any other way. A tiny green foot poked itself out from under the blankets by your head, bringing you out of your reverie. On reflex you tucked it back into the safety of his blankies.

Though you thankfully didn’t remember much of your early childhood, you knew you had come from Corellia. You didn’t know if you had parents or siblings, but there had been many other young street urchins in your alley behind the shipyard, and all you had then were each other. You never planned on having any kids yourself, but they were still something to be protected. At all costs, if necessary. “I’m guessing this little dude is happy with that decision.”

Mando had begun to take the ship closer to the ground, it was almost totally dark outside but you could see on the radar there was a large mountainous formation up ahead. Carefully, he landed the beat up craft on a sturdy outcropping of rocks, kicking up whirlwinds of dust and sand. Far out over the sand you could see a collection of lumpy looking ruins that were slowly succumbing to the march of the dunes. You guessed this was where your quarry was hiding out.

The baby was starting to get sleepy, his huge eyes disappearing slowly as the weight of his eyelids became too much. His little head rolled forward, threatening to toss him off his seat. Your big mean bounty hunter heart couldn’t take it, so you scrambled to your feet and scooped the baby up in your arms, sitting down in his seat to get him situated in your lap. He fussed and squirmed a bit, but you had learned a no-fail trick from the Corellian ship builders that would often help to sneak orphaned children onto their ships and off that skughole of a planet towards a better life. Many years ago they had done the same for you.

“Oh, I have sailed the midnight sea from Hoth to Arvala-5.

Seen the Cloudshape Falls of Alderaan, met rocks that were alive.

But soon I came to realize as world to world I roamed,

That nowhere in the galaxy could really be my home.”

The songs you knew were often sang by whole crews of starship sailors, loud enough to shake their durasteel walls, but you dropped your voice low and soft to turn the star-shanty into a lullaby. The baby was watching you with glittering eyes, he had stopped his wiggling and curled up tightly against your chest.

“So call the navigator, set the course and go!

We've stars and planets to explore, my wild heart tells me so.

Beneath the metal decking I can hear the engine sigh

And all I need is a mighty ship and a staaaa-aarr to guide her by”

A tiny yawn betrayed his wondrous eyes, and he gave up and closed them shut, rubbing his little hands on his face. You lowered your voice to almost a whisper.

“I've seen a million beauties and I've known a million fears,

And life is what I've found between the laughter and the tears.

Still I will sail the last frontier through worlds both tame and wild,

And marvel at their strangeness with the wonder of a child”

Soft snores were your only applause, the baby having drifted off mid stanza. You hummed a few more lines of the song to be sure he was asleep. The cockpit was as dark as the surrounding sky, but the glint of silver caught your attention. Starlight reflected off the beskar plates in a way that made the black of his visor seem darker than the heart of a collapsed star, and just as deadly. The Mandalorian was watching you intently, completely motionless.

The precious moment with the baby had made you very forgetful of the dangerous situation you were actually in. You had been captured, you were this man’s prisoner and yet here you were all cozy in the chair with his adopted son in your lap. You glared back at him, matching his fierce gaze when the little green bundle moved to get more comfortable, one tiny hand catching claws in the top you were wearing; a tunic that did not belong to you.

“Here, you take him then.” Your voice was hushed so as not to wake the child, and you raised him up gently to try and unhook him from your shirt. Immediately there were two gloved hands coming to lift the baby off of your lap. He was a monolith of leather and metal, but the way he pulled his son in close was so gentle that all the ferocity of his profession dissipated like mist. Mando carefully tucked the blanket under the sleeping little baby and wrapped him up tight before slowly turning away from you and the flight deck to head down the ladder in total silence, leaving you alone in the dark.

You watched him go, the top of his shiny silver head disappearing into the floor. Without the sounds of life in the cockpit the quiet of the night weighed heavy on your ears. He still hadn’t told you why he had kept you out of the carbonite, all you had done was let him use you as his personal play-thing... and maybe murder off some of his bounty hunting competition, but that wasn’t much to go off of. You had done worse for much less. Put your skills to better use, that’s what he had said. Absently you toyed with the end of your sleeve, no, not your sleeve. His sleeve.

That was another thing, what reason did he have to show you hospitality when his first interaction with you had been so violent? Binding you and marching your ass through the desert after he had fucking shot you. Your escape plan had almost worked, ha! All you would’ve had to do is tire him out and run but that had backfired entirely. The apex of your thighs still thrummed with sensation, warm and blissful. Though you’d had lovers in the past you usually didn’t still feel them so deeply afterwards. The smell of the fresher soap still clung to your body and clothes. Clutching at the collar of your sweater you pulled it to your face and breathed deep, letting the heady scent of it fill your lungs.

“Let’s go. We have work to do.” The modulated voice coming from the ladder startled you from your guilty indulgence and sprang you to your feet, but the source of the voice was already back down the ladder. You sheepishly followed suit.

“You plan on telling me what we’re up to exactly?” Down below the Mandalorian was loading himself with ammunition, each and every slot on his many bandoliers was packed to the brim with charges. His pulse rifle was slung over one shoulder, clanking up against a new piece of equipment you hadn’t seen before. Some kind of jet pack maybe.

“I have two bounties to catch on Tatooine. One of them conveniently fell into a sarlacc pit. The other one's hiding out down there." A bounty fob blinked red in his hand; quick flashes indicated that the target was close by. “If you help me with this, you’re off the hook. I’ll tell Karga you’re dead and the guild will stop sending hunters after you. But-” He turned to face you, he was holding your beat-up old back pack by one ratty leather strap. "If for one second I think you'll turn against me, I'll take the half credits for your corpse."

"You're one to talk!" You hissed, storming up to the gunslinger with the ferocity of a lothcat. "You kidnapped me! I didn't ask to be here."

The man in question didn't budge under your verbal assault. "Do we have a deal or not?"

He forced your backpack into your arms to accentuate his point. You ripped it from his grasp and stormed to the other side of the cabin. Everything was still inside; a pack of bacta patches, a few mementos, three busted tracking fobs and some blaster charges. Speaking of blaster-

"Where’s my gun, Mando?" Your question was answered when you turned back to face him. He was holding it by its barrel, extending the grip towards you. You met his visor with contempt, but took the old blaster from him carefully as not to cause a misfire. It would be nice to not be on the run from a guild you had pledged your loyal services to for so many years, that now wanted you delivered back to them in carbonite; and you knew that Karga would trust his favorite hunter. The life of a moisture farmer wasn’t what you dreamed of when you escaped Corellia. Fuck that. "Yeah, it's a deal. One hunt and I'm gone."

If he didn't want you to ogle his wares he should have closed the panel, but instead he joined you at the wall, picking up some extra plasma cartridges and a vibroblade with a curved handle, which he pushed into your hands. "Will that be enough?"

Either you trust me or you don't, pick a side, tin can. You didn't answer him right away, opting to pull a chest holster and another couple of blasters down from the wall. You cinched the holsters tight and tucked a blaster in on either side, slung a disruptor over your back and stuffed the knife in your boot. Once you had everything in place you stuck your fists on your hips like a superhero with a confidant nod. "Yeah, that should be good."

Mando was watching you with intensity, his visor going over each of your weapon choices. He tugged on your holsters’ cross straps to make sure they were secured. You rolled your eyes at him, "I know how to dress myself, sir."

No answer. Typical. He stopped fussing with your straps and turned back to the wall, selecting a heavy multi-ammo bandolier. He stepped closer to you, wrapping both arms around your waist to fit the belt in place on your hips. You tried to convince yourself that it was the cool beskar of his chest plate pressed up against you that sent a shiver down your spine. The physical contact was over as quickly as it had been initiated, and then he was back in the vault fishing out the tiny silver explosives that fit neatly into the circular latches on either side of your belt, handing them to you without a word. Finished with his selection he pressed a few buttons on his vambrace, one to slide the armory shut and another to summon an egg-shaped hover crib to float to his side. Inside its shell the child was sound asleep, a heart-melting smile on his tiny little face. As adorable as he was, you furrowed your brow in confusion.

“Is he coming too?”

“Where I go, he goes.” Mando said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He strode back to the supply crate you had been digging through earlier and packed a handful of rations into a bag for the journey through the dunes. Cool desert air gusted into the stuffy cabin as the access ramp fell open, and the three of you headed out into the darkness of Tatooine.

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Your dreams were hazy and feverish, shots of blaster fire flickered through the fog from unknown assailants. The smell of blood and blast plasma strong in your nose even while unconscious. You saw the sneering face of a Twi’lek twist in agony and purple blood painted his face before he winked out of existence, replaced in your mindscape with bloody hands. Your hands. Then there was cold beskar on your cheek and strong arms hauling you from the carnage. Harsh wind in your ears and the ground spiraling away beneath you. The howling wind so loud you couldn't hear the questions being barked in your face. Pain, the smell of burning skin, then nothing. You felt objects moving frantically nearby, and something soft and green was pressing into your ribs. Your eyes, heavy as they were, fluttered open to see two huge black orbs staring up from your side where bright red blood was staining the sheets under you. Is that ... my blood?

“Hey green bean...what’cha up to?” Your voice was hoarse and weak, scratching its way out reluctantly past chapped lips. Talking made your head pound, you reached up to cradle your aching skull when two leather tipped hands caught yours and held them steady.

“Easy... Don’t move too much. Please.” Your hands were gently set back down at your sides, shooting pain up your arms. A large black and silver body was hunched beside you, frantically sticking bacta patches to your skin.

“Mand...do? What…what happened?” Your voice was barely a whisper, so faint the recycled air of the cabin threatened to whisk it away.

“You got the bastard, but that fucking Twi' managed to get a shot off in your gut point blank before he went down. You shouldn't have survived that but you did.” Is that a compliment? He was wrapping a long gauze bandage around your arm, fixing the bacta patches in place so they could do their thing. It hurt, but not as much as you thought it should have. Down by your side the child had rolled into you face first, passed out cold next to an emergency cauterizer. Mando nodded at his sleeping son, “And if it wasn’t for him, you’d be dead for sure.”

The baby? How is he involved with this? Thoughts echoed loudly in your skull, and you decided that thinky time was over. The little guy had the right idea, you should sleep now, embrace the comfort of the dark behind your eyes, let it swallow you whole.

“Hey hey hey! Not yet. Stay with me, ok? You need to drink something. Here.” An armored hand slid under your head, urging you to sit up just enough to take a drink out of the metal canteen pressed against your lips. “You need to stay awake, just for a little while.” Cool water graced your dry mouth and dripped onto your chin. Embarrassed by your mess you tried to wipe the droplets away but once again your arms were halted in place. A rough piece of fabric dabbed at your face.

“I’m not a baby, Mando. I can take care of myself.” The creeping sting of blast-burn that still scalded your skin told you that might not be true. The bacta was just starting to seep into your bloodstream, but it would take some time to work its magic.

“I know that. I was with you down there in the fray. A rancor would have been less terrifying to face than you. But right now I need you to hold still.”

Another compliment? Or was that sarcasm? You’re losing your edge, tin man. You tried to roll your eyes but the effort made your head spin; you glanced around the cabin, trying to avoid meeting the visor that was pinning you to the cot. Strewn about the floor of the ship was what was left of your holsters and weapons, splattered with red and purple blood. You couldn’t be sure, but it looked like one belt had been blasted to smithereens, torn strips of leather the only indication it had been there at all. Farther away you saw a dark block in the carbonite freezer. The Twi’lek from your nightmare was frozen solid, though from his limp posture you guessed he had stopped moving long before he was put in the chamber. One of his long lekku had been cut clean off, and even in carbonite you could see the wound was fresh. Something long and curved stuck victoriously out of the center of his chest. Your vibroblade, lodged to the hilt in his sternum.

Mando was still kneeling on the floor by your side, and though you couldn’t see his face his hunched shoulders gave you the feeling that he was distraught. He still had your head resting in his palm, his thumb absently toying with your hair. Maybe it was the bacta running through your system that made you start to feel warm and gooey on the inside, but the sensation of his hand on your scalp felt... nice. Nice to be touched in a way that wasn't just for survival. Though you had already felt his hands on your body this was something else entirely. Sincere. Maybe it was just the first time somebody near you wasn't trying to kill or capture you. You foolish girl, you've already been captured. Are you so lonely that a gentle touch makes you melt? Maybe it's you that's losing your edge.

"You should have left me for dead, cashed in on that half credit reward."

"That is not The Way." His mantra was rehearsed, spoken as easily as he drew breath, but you could hear the exhaustion in his voice.

“Well... thank you for not letting me bleed out.” You could see the top of the baby's green little noggin still curled up against your side, though the part of your ribs he was leaning on didn’t have a single mark. You looked for the blast wound that Mando was supposedly talking about, but aside from a handful of plasma burns your skin was smooth and healthy; the pool of dried blood under you was the only indication anything had been there at all. What kind of mando magic is that? And what did he mean about the child? Your first thought was how disappointed you were there wouldn’t be a good scar. Your second was realizing your top was missing. Shreds of it were still on your shoulders, but the front had been ripped off completely to get to your vanished wounds. Mando seemed like he didn’t even care, he had been so focused on patching you up that the idea of modesty was thrown out the window, but you couldn’t help teasing him. “There’s not a scratch on me, Mando. You just wanted me topless, didn’t you?”

His thumb on your scalp froze, his visor going from your face to your chest with rapid snaps. Without letting your head drop he used his other hand to tear his cloak from his back and throw it over you and the sleeping baby. “Better?”

Party pooper. “Yes, thank you.” Why is he being so nice? He must have ulterior motives, right? Why keep me alive if not to cash in on that bounty? You decided to push his buttons some more. “This bed sucks. Is this why you're so crotchety? Because you sleep on this Maker-forsaken thing? It’s making my back hurt.”

The cot you were on was spartan at best, more of a cloth covered bucket than a bed. It was recessed into the wall opposite of the armory, bits of machinery and droid parts hanging over the space above you. There wasn’t much of a gap between your head and the durasteel plating of the ship’s hull. Your teasing was rewarded with a long, tired sigh. The hand that cushioned your head moved down to your shoulders, pushing on you so that you sat up straight. You scooped the baby off of your side and into your arms, trying to ignore the dried blood from your wounds that stained the sheets before swaddling the sleeping bean in his father’s cloak. The metal man rose from the floor, letting go of you just long enough to remove his cross-belts and unlatch his chest plate, setting them on the floor with a dull thunk. He squished himself between the wall and your back, his dorsal plate scraping loudly without its cape. He scooched one armored leg around you until it was between your hip and the wall on your side, pulling you into his lap and turning his whole body into a pillow, letting your torso rest on his. He was used to the sharp metal bed frame, but that didn’t mean you should be subjected to it.

“Is this ok?”

You could only nod, your cheeks flushing red with a mix of emotions. It was more than ok, his formidable body was warm and comfortable. His arms wrapped around your waist, helping to support not only you but also his foundling. The spice of him was strong now with him on your back, worn leather and metal and that damn fresher soap that was making a fool out of you. Underneath his steady breathing the sound of something rhythmic caught your attention, it was quick and faint, but unmistakably the sound of his heartbeat. His heart is racing. Listen to that engine purr.

Behind you a man with a name you may never know watched your chest slowly rise and fall with each breath, not with lust but something unfamiliar though not unwelcome. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears, whether from the ordeal of keeping you alive or the fact that you were in his arms again he couldn't be sure. He sighed, trying to convince himself to calm down, but the deep breath he took only flooded his senses with the essence of you, threatening to melt the beskar off his head with the heat rushing to his face. He couldn't help the way his fingers traced over your skin, careful not to undo any of the bacta patches. He jumped slightly when your hands found his, but the weight of the child still in your arms made it difficult to reach your fingers. The glove you were touching was suddenly empty, and a bare hand snaked out from under the cloak that kept you modest. With the press of a button the child’s pram floated its way over to you from the supply crates. The baby’s adopted father carefully lifted the sleeping creature off your lap and into his hover crib, another button press on the vambrace and the shield door slid closed.

His hand returned to the safety of the cloak, pulling the other glove off before finding your fingers again. His skin was so warm you couldn't help but imagine his hands somewhere more intimate. Evil, evil bacta... Maybe you wouldn't have to.

"I should thank you properly." It was impossible to hide the tiredness of your voice, but he was close enough you only needed to whisper. His grasp tightened around you, your once plush pillow was now a rigid wall of muscle.

"You should go to sleep." the sound of his baritone words so close to your ear made your skin prickle. Too late for that. Slowly you guided his hand down your belly until your tangled hands bumped into your belt line. A low growl rumbled out of the modulator. “Cyar'ika... you need to rest."

The alien term of endearment made you hum, but you ignored his words of warning and pushed his hand under the tough fabric till his fingertips found your heat, both of you gasping softly at first contact. His free hand fumbled with your button, and after some difficulty you undid it for him along with the zipper. With space to work, with his wrist moved freely, lazily rolling a calloused fingertip against your clit; remembering his lesson from the first time he experienced your body, his touch was light as a feather.

There wasn’t much you could do for him in the position you were in, so you leaned back against him and relaxed, letting him enjoy you at his own pace. The bottom of his helmet was pressed into the crook of your neck, and though it was sharp you could feel something warm and soft underneath it. So there is a real man under there. Scruffy stubble brushed at your skin and sent goosebumps down your chest. Under the beskar his eyes followed the prickling trail that lead under the tattered cloak you still wore to your breasts, watching the way the fabric pointed where your nipples grew hard for him. His other hand couldn’t resist finding its way to your pert peaks, rolling them between his fingers in that way he knew flushed you with heat. Soft gasps rewarded his ears as he worked at your breast and clit, rubbing them in tandem. Your hips rolled into one hand and your back arched into the other, urging him to help you build your climax. He obliged, adding a second finger to pinch your clit softly between strong digits until you fell apart around him.

The pressure that was building behind you and pressing into your spine told you that if you wanted more from him you would have to give him a better angle. You started to get up, but the hands on your sensitive spots held you in place.

“What about your injuries? I don’t want to hurt you.” What injuries? There’s nothing left! His voice was filled with sincerity, a far cry from your first encounter. You didn’t answer him, instead you found each of his hands and squeezed them with a hum, asking him to trust that the bacta had set in and made you comfortable enough to move from your impromptu med bay. He slid his fingers out from your burning core, dragging the wetness from your cunt over your skin until his palms were on your back, helping to push you up off of him. The teeny tiny bed frame made it difficult to spin yourself around until you were facing him, and even more difficult to kick your pants off as you passed over top of him, but he never took his hands away from you to keep you steady until you were seated in his lap.

Straddling his waist you rolled your hips over where his cock was hidden from you, making him shudder under your legs. His arms glided from your knees to your hips, languidly making their way up your sides and past your breasts to the last remaining tatters of the black knit sweater he had allowed you to wear. Hooking a thumb under its ruined edges, he slid it up over your arms and cast it away into the darkness of the ship. His hands went right back to working at your breasts, massaging them like dough in time with your grinding hips. You took a moment to admire how he looked underneath you, his remaining armor glinting in the hazy ship light as his hands searched for every sensitive inch of your chest. You knew from legend that his helmet could never be removed in front of you, but you’d never heard anything about the rest of his clothes. Where his chest plate had been was a strappy flak jacket dotted with magnetic fasteners. Your hands went slowly to the first clasp, and the hands that were so indulged in you froze, his body stiff between your legs.

“Is this ok?” The irony of you repeating his question from earlier back to him made your lips turn in a sly smile.

“Y-yes.” His voice was nearly imperceptible, and you realized that he was shaking. You looked to his visor, watching him nod in consent before you continued. He dropped his hands to your hips, pulling down on your thighs and rutting up into you while you busied yourself with the complicated under armor until it fell away at his sides, revealing a pair of suspenders and an identical black knit tunic as the one that had been shredded off of you. You didn’t have the energy to peel every article of clothing off of him, so this would have to do. Without his cloak bunched around his shoulders you were able to see the flesh of his throat, so warm and inviting that you wanted to sink your teeth into it.

You bent down to nibble at the exposed skin, and the filthy moan that rattled out of the helmet sent shivers down your spine. The taste of him was exquisite, better than you could have imagined under all that fabric and leather. The overwhelming cocktail of his scent straight from the source made you bold. You kissed your way around the edge of his helmet where the metal met his skin until you found his pulse point and made good on your desires. His body convulsed when you bit down, sucking at the tender skin until you left blooming marks that would be there for days.

“Cyar'ika... Please...“ There was that word again, you didn’t know what it meant but the way he breathed it like a prayer felt like warm honey in your belly. Releasing his tormented neck you ran your hands down his broad chest until your thumbs bumped the leather suspenders that lead you down to his waist line where you were able to tug the edge of his shirt free, giving you a delicious window of his tummy; well-muscled and dusted with dark brown hair.

“What’s wrong, tin man? Nobody ever touch you like this before?” He was still shaking while you ran your hands under the edge of his shirt and through the soft treasure trail of fuzz from the top of his belt line to the bottom of his ribs. He couldn’t answer you, his breath caught in his throat at the sensation of your hands on his skin, but you were starting to put the pieces of his puzzle together. No, probably not.

You decided not to torture him any longer. The fabric of his pants was nearly stretched to capacity and wet with your slick. You had to stretch one leg out onto the floor to get enough of a footing to lift yourself high enough off him that you could free him from the canvas prison. His cock nearly burst out of its confines, and your face flushed red at the sight of him standing proudly at attention, twitching in your hands with a flood of shimmering precum made just for you.

His chest was heaving, ragged breaths forcing their way out of his modulator before you’d even taken his length. You used your hips to notch him at your entrance and his grip on your thighs clenched like a steel trap. Slowly you lowered yourself onto him, letting him fill you until you were stretched wide. Your eyes met his visor, though from the way it was tilted you knew he was watching himself disappear into you. His arms wrapped tightly under your ass as he thrust into you hard enough that he lifted you off the cot, quickly scooting both your bodies down the bed until he was flat on his back. You tried to stay upright, but his pounding soon had your head spinning until you were falling forward into his chest, digging your arms around his shoulders in a way you were becoming familiar with. Your hands found their way to the back of his helmet to where his hair line started, sneaking a few fingers under the metal edge to tangle in his curls. The Mandalorian’s hands were on your waist, holding you in place while he rocketed up into you, filling the ships cabin with the sound of wet slaps. His thick cock hit different from this angle, grinding up against the sweet spot deep inside you with each rut until you started seeing stars behind your eyes. He could feel you building up around him and he quickened his pace until you were gasping his name.

“M-mando! I... I’m gonna....” Your muscles coiled with heat until you burst, your sweet cunt fluttering around his still pumping cock until he went cascading over the edge of ecstasy with you, his helmet vibrating with a guttural roar. His feverish body shook, giving you a few short thrusts to milk the cum from his cock until it spilled out from where he was lost inside you.

His shaky arms held onto you so tightly, as if you would blast away into space if he let go. The endorphins flooding his head made him want to pour his heart out and tell you everything, bare himself in body and soul for the first time in his life. He wanted to tell you how nice you had looked in his clothes, how the loose knit fabric draped over your breasts was a work of art; even more so when you were standing before him armed to the teeth in his hunting trophies. How seeing you slice that fucking Twi’lek to ribbons was more graceful than any ballet. The sight of the bloody hole that had been burned into your side had made his skin crawl. Mando wasn’t ready to explain the child’s healing powers, he barely understood them himself; but if it wasn’t for the baby he would have been burying your corpse instead of tending your wounds. Instead of experiencing your living body like he was now.

His heart fluttered at the thought of his foundling healing you with his baby sorcerer magic, his tiny green paws pushed on your side where the blood was spilling from your wound. The thought of you dying for his bounty made him sick, but pride flushed the sensation away when he thought back to that first day with you up in the flight deck. How when his baby boy was restless that you acted, not with malice but with tenderness and care. He'd never wanted to rip his helmet off faster in all his days than when you sang his son a lullaby, the sweet tune of it filtering through his sensory equipment, and he longed to hear it as it was meant to be. In that moment he had been entranced, but the fierce glare of his visor had made you feel threatened. He didn't want that. He wanted to make you feel safe. The same way you had made his child feel, the same way you made him feel now. Like the galaxy itself couldn’t tear you from him.

But the ugly truth was that soon it would all end when you both went your separate ways. All the feelings he wanted to confess to you died in his mouth, leaving a bitter taste that brought him back to reality. You still straddled his waist, and though the blood had long since left his cock it still sat neatly in your heat, letting him feel your gentle heartbeat around him. Carefully he pulled himself free from the apex of your thighs and rolled you both sideways onto the unforgiving cot, letting gravity shuffle you down until you were nestled in the crook of his arm. He couldn’t help brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, meeting your half lidded eyes with his own behind the visor.

“I don’t think I can get to the fresher this time.” Your voice was barely a whisper, and the edges of sleep crept unbidden to your eyes; the traumatic activities of the day finally winning over your endurance. “You’re probably going to have to burn these sheets.”

Mando hummed with indifference, though for you he would burn all of Tatooine down if you asked. All the lovely thoughts that had danced through his mind came rolling through again, haloed in the warm light of afterglow. Only one made its way past his lips, sneaking out of the helmets’ modulator like a prayer.

“How does the song end?”

“Mmm?” You were so close to sleep, so cozy and full of cum that you knew would be a fun mess for morning-you to clean up. You wracked your brain trying to remember what the hell he was talking about. The star-shanty? “Why, do you need a lullaby too?”

“N-no. Just curious. When you leave, my foundling might ask me about it.” Liar. The calloused hand gliding up and down your spine brought the original contract you made with him ringing through your skull. One hunt and I’m gone.

“Leave? I’m not going anywhere until I see you tell Karga face to face that I’m rotting in a sarlacc pit. No take-backs. That old dog will probably dance when he hears he won’t have to part with his credits and I want to catch it on holo-corder.”

The rumbling sigh deep in his chest sounded more like an engine powering down than a mortal man, and it told you more than words ever could. The arm you had around his chest was met with strong fingers that intertwined with your own. He doesn’t want me to go. Who are you, Mandalorian?

“Tell me anyway? Please?” His arms tightened like a fortress around you. His words were distant, echoing out from somewhere in dreamland instead of right by your ear. Alright you big softie, if you’re going to beg me. You sighed heavily against him, trying to recall the songs of your distant past.

“The nights are long between the stars, and lonely too for me,

I wonder how I might have fared with home and family.

But the bonds of friendship I have formed will last my lifetime through,

Security is not for me, my dreams are all of you.”

The same soft snores that had been your original encore with the baby now ghosted in your ear, muffled by the mysterious beskar helmet but still unmistakable. Like father like son.

The weight of his arms around you was like nothing you had ever felt in your years on the run. You had traveled so far and met so many living beings but not once had you let another share your bed while you slept. You could get used to this. The thought was the last you had before sleep overtook you, your body slumping against his while you dreamed of silver and steel.

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c4pricornc4ts · 5 years ago

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Sbi + Friends Rec List 3

This list is split into two sections; fanfics in the real world and fanfics in minecraft.

They are in order from fluffiest to heavy angst so if you want to laugh, use the top of each list, and if you want to cry, bottom of the lists. Thank you for all the support and as always, please message me if there’s anything wrong with the links and I will fix them. Enjoy!

Real World

Sisterinnit - amooniesong

2.1k 1/1 Family, Fluff

“Wilbur, do you know anything about babies?”

“Tommy, I am not giving you the talk on my stream.”

“Wha-- Wilbur!” Tommy scoffed, his familiar high pitched laugh blasting through Wilbur’s headphones and broadcasting into the ears of the twenty-four thousand people watching Wilbur. “That is not what-- I don’t-- I mean, what do they do? Other than just piss and shit and sleep?”

A Day on The Farms - Moonbear_Meliox

1.9k 1/1 Family, Fluff

They're farmers now

the art and (mine)craft of war - bluesandbirds

4.2k 1/1 Family, Humor

Tommy is a gremlin. An absolute, evil gremlin child and sometimes it's a curse to be related to him. But who is this Dream guy, and why is Tommy suddenly talking about him all the time? Alternatively: Techno, nobody is trying to steal your little brother, that would be kidnapping, please calm down.

ok maybe ghosts exist - itsjosh

1.2k 1/1 Humor

The ghost stream is as much of a success as it can be.

pick me up, take me home - meridies

24k 3/4 Family, Angst

With barely three hours notice, single father Phil receives a new child to foster. And unlike his two other adopted children, Wilbur and Techno, Tommy is seemingly hellbent on creating chaos. As their close-knit family begins falling apart, all four of them are forced to learn what it truly means to have one another.

Fever Dreams - RedHairedN3rd

1.5k 1/1 Family, Angst

Phil reflects on when his youngest had a fever.

Just a Fluke - kageyamas_meat_dance

4.4k 1/1 Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Tommy is going through it and isolates himself and everyone else gets really worried.

The child who is not loved by the village will burn it down to feel it’s warmth - ChipperDotChar

1k 1/1 Angst, No Comfort

Tommy gets tired of being insulted and treated like a toddler by the people he looks up to, and he’s also armed with a lighter.

A little pyromania never hurt anyone.

Kidnapped - MeltingAutumn

3.7k 2/? Angst, Hurt/Comfort

“Tubbo?” Wilbur finally shatters the silence with a gentle, broken voice. “Did, um… did you hear?”

Instead of replying, Tubbo bursts into tears.

A Loud Boys’ Guide To Unhappiness - soupstarsandsilence

3.8k 1/? Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Late one night, Tommy runs away. He's going to stay with Will (not that the older man knows it yet), and maybe while he's there he'll remember how to be happy.

Minecraft

family in all its forms - subwaywalls

6.8k 2/? Family, Humor

Philza joins Dream SMP, finds several children, and realizes he is the only responsible adult here.

A Survivor and His Bloodthirsty Son - CakeCleaner

7.4k 3/? Family, Hurt/Comfort, Angst

“You’re a strange one aren’t you, mate?” The piglin gave him a huff that sounded way too deep to be a child’s and an indifferent expression, his previously petting hands retreated back to his side and he stared the elder down with no hints of aggression or fear, as if he was the one dawning Netherite gear and not the other way around.

Or: Phil adopts a little piglin and said piglin grows up into what legends would whisper with fear as the Blood God

“You’re What!” - Thing_Of_Trash

300 1/1 Family, Humor

Tommy sees what's happening to his Older Brother and knows he has to take drastic measures.

A Winter’s Ball - Syverne

4.9k 1/1 Angst

Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, and Technoblade are invited, among others, to restart an old tradition of celebrating the winter solstice by attending a masquerade ball hosted in Manburg. This is the first winter's ball since the devastating volcanic eruption rocked the world and wiped out most of Earth's population - and had strange effects on those who survived. Despite worries that it might be a trap, the citizens of Pogtopia attend this ball under promises of a truce, and Wilbur comes face-to-face with an old friend whom he thought had long turned to hate him. or; Wilbur Soot and Jschlatt dance.

Turn Back Time - ErrorCode_21891711

3.2k 1/1 Angst

Wilbur didn't expect to find Tubbo and Tommy turned into children. An accident with potions leads to Tommy and Tubbo being turned into 9 year old children and it's up to Wilbur and the rest of the people of the Dream SMP to take care of they're youngest members until they find a way to either reverse what's been done or wait until it might wears off. They didn't expect to learn some unpleasant things about Tubbo and Tommy's past along the way.

Even the strongest can be weak - fan_fics_are_life

1.6k 1/1 Sickfic, Mild Angst

Technoblade wants to train Tommy but his health says no.

flower fields (and the bees that live there) - noahloveszombies

1k 1/1 Family, Comfort

niki, tommy and tubbo finally get away from the war.

or; niki becomes a big sister.

Father Goat & Mother Duck - Valkohai

6.3k 5/? Family, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Sometimes, a family can be found in even the oddest people. In Tubbo's case, those people were tyrannical dictators. Just his luck, huh?

Don’t hurt him - AlpineWasTaken

1k 1/1 Angst

Bad's skin crawled with discomfort and phantom pains as he stood firmly in front of Tommy.

"Don't hurt him."

“Show him the door.” - ViolentVioletEye

3k 1/1 Series, Family

Schlatt will do anything to protect his son. Even if it means becoming President for a nation he knows next to nothing about. He's been thrust into stranger situations. He can handle this.

Tar Filled Lungs and Bloodless Hearts. - gayblockz (lizandre)

1.7k 1/4 Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Cigarettes are merely a lousy distraction that keep him from doing what needs to be done. Cigarettes are a futile attempt at keeping warm. Cigarettes are the reason Manburg is still standing.

A story detailing Wilbur Soot's seven last cigarettes.

“It’s okay. I trust you.” - Lilian_nator

1.2k 1/1 Angst

"It's okay Wilbur. I trust you. I trust you will do the right thing."

mother drake (your duckling drowned) - anon

3.8k 2/2 Angst, Character Study

After the Manburg Festival, Quackity takes a walk alone. The thought keeps coming back to him.

Hell Hath No Fury - lavender_macaronss

900 1/1 Angst

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” Niki finds out about Wilbur’s plans, and she does not take kindly to them

The trial of Tubbo - EfoxKitty

11k 4/8 Angst, Major Character Death

It's finally over. They've won and L'Manburg is free once again. The president is dead and his tyrannical regime is over. But now they have to deal with a question: What are they going to do with Schlatt's right hand man? Tubbo, only a child, yet still a murderer. How can they fairly judge his involvement in the new government? By organizing a trial with Tubbo as the main witness/suspect.

#minecraft fanfiction #minecraft #tommyinnit #tubbo #wilbur soot #technoblade #techno #philza #schlatt #jschlatt #quackity #niki #nihachu #fanfic rec #c4pricornc4ts #fanfic #fic recs

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shekorla · 5 years ago

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Linked Universe Zeldas

So last December I decided to draw my idea for the Zeldas on a whim. Found the WIP recently and decided to finish it.

Also, I typed up all my headcanons for them because I have a lot. They are below the cut.

And I put down nickname ideas, because I'm bad at naming things, and I think the LU discord has already decided on a set of nicknames that they like. Personally, I really dislike most of those though.

❖Corresponding Link: Four

o Age: Teen, just older than Four. Not a major difference, just enough that she can tease him about it.

o Status: Officially still holds the title of princess, acts more like a queen. Her father is extremely protective of her, but after Vaati he conceded that he couldn’t protect her forever. Since then she has been learning to fight, forge (not good at it), and taking over more and more responsibilities from her aging father

o Nickname ideas: Light, Picori, Force

o Fighting style: Mostly fights with a sword and shield. Has extremely strong innate light magic. (light force, although weaker now) Doesn’t necessarily know how to focus it yet (magic bomb, some healing). If you are going to be on the battlefield stop running around like that.

o Current relationship to Link: Best friends, practically siblings. When they were kids there was definitely some major crushing going on. Then everything with Vaati happened and things got… complicated. Neither she nor Link really knows what type of romance they want for the future. They still play lots of pranks on people. She helps keep him stable on the days when his colors get a little too wild.

o Random stuff: Hyperactive and cheery. Always something new to see or learn and she wants to do it. hates sitting still, she is always moving somehow (got turned to stone). Top is hers; Link made the sword (gift), rest is extras from four’s parts (stolen). Hair is naturally extremely curly, lets it down for formal things, tied up for adventuring. Helped four get back to functioning as Link after being four people. Will attack him to get him to take care of himself. Is taller than both four and wind.

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❖ Corresponding Link: Hyrule

o Age: At least a hundred. Was 18 when she was cursed to sleep, no one is exactly sure how long she was asleep.

o Status: Was a princess before falling asleep, offered the crown once woken up. Really over being royal. Link helped her get a job and lodging on a farm at the edge of Hyrule. Really likes that.

o Nickname ideas: Legacy, Farmgirl, First, Ancestor.

o Fighting style: Healer. Lots of bandages to patch everyone up. Doesn’t like to fight, but will stab a man if the need arises. The world is cruel, be kind. Has weak magic, a little bit of healing, and lots of prophetic. Knows the best places to hide on a battlefield.

o Current relationship to Link: They are good friends. He checks up on her from time to time, and she makes sure that he always has a place to rest and relax in safety. Their world is a little bit of a mess, everyone needs a support system.

o Random stuff: Has insomnia. Afraid of not waking up. Extremely wise, or maybe just world-weary. On tense but good terms with current queen Zelda of Hyrule. Forgives her brother, has come to terms with her fate. Taciturn and calm, probably depressed. Extremely sensitive to dark magic. (like an old burn wound) Dislikes people who use it to forcefully get their way. Doesn’t outright hate the principle of it, but will actively shy away from the presence of it.

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❖ Corresponding Link: Time

o Age: Adult, mentally/physically the same age.

o Status: Queen of Hyrule. She is married and has a daughter.

o Nickname ideas: Destiny, Sheik, Queen, Lyre/Harp (what is that thing?), Sage.

o Fighting style: Fights mostly with magic. Uses the harp to play songs (ironically fights like HW sheik) has basic sheikah skills. Has only been training to fight for a short time, is still fairly physically weak. One of the most proficient magic users all round. Can take down the basic mooks, but won't last long against a bigger enemy. Knows how to fight alone.

o Current relationship to Link: Strained. Not OOT sheik. Is MM Zelda. Only knows link as the boy who showed up to save the day, then left. Has had occasional interactions, she visits the ranch, he works with the guard. Only in the past year or two, she has had dream glimpses of the alternate timeline. She knows that she and link killed Ganon side by side, that she helped link disguised as sheik. Does not know about the seven years or most of the trauma. Basically, seen like five cutscenes and nothing else.

o Random stuff: Prophetic dreams. Knew she would be leaving on a quest. Kingdom is well set up to work in her absence. Loves her family, is an idiot who doesn’t know the importance of checking in via letters for anything other than politics. Snobbish, proud, put too much stock in titles. Best manager, not a great leader (doesn’t have the personal skills for it). Sees the world as extremely black and white.

❖ Corresponding Link: Twilight

o Age: Young adult.

o Status: Newly coronated queen, has been running the show for a few years now, it's just barely official

o Nickname ideas: Dusk, Dawn, Shadow

o Fighting style: Uses mainly rapier to fight. Also, a great archer. Because of temporarily sharing a soul with Midna, has access to powerful twilight magic. Not as strong as Midna, still strong. Has goddess magic (channel through weapons). Tries to hide twili powers mostly since it's “dark magic”, but only technically. She knows it's not true dark magic and really just wants to avoid a lecture (does not get along well with time’s Zelda). Knows her way around the edge of a battlefield.

o Current relationship to Link: They barely know each other. Only really interacted through saving the world things. Then they went separate ways. She considers Midna a sister and wants to slap both Midna and Link for not realizing they like each other. Once she knows Link better, she will probably tease him a lot.

o Random stuff: Unlike most of the other Zeldas, sees the world as being mostly shades of grey, rather than stark black and white. Somber and stoic. Secretly a massive gremlin. Has a few habits picked up from Midna's soul along with the magic. Is awkward around ‘normal’ people. Has spent almost her entire life in political settings. One of the best politicians. Rather open about her feelings, it's just small and easily missed. Feels guilty for the troubles that befell both Hyrule and the twilight realm. Hates having to stand back unable to help. Screw rules she is going to help.

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❖ Corresponding Link: Wild

o Age: 118-120ish(?) I don’t know how long it has been since the events of BOTW.

o Status: Technically queen, currently is focused on rebuilding Hyrule. Has no intention to take up the throne any time soon.

o Nickname ideas: Scholar, Architect, Champion, Urbosa, Scientist, Little Bird.

o Fighting style: Not a great fighter but she is learning. Decent with a sword. Gets a crossbow from twilight and then makes her own out of sheikah tech. (currently has no magic and good riddance). Learning to navigate a battlefield.

o Current relationship to Link: They are good friends, but it's awkward. Neither of them are totally sure how to act around the other. Basically, either gremlin adventures, or awkward small talk. Past the first road trip, only interact a few times a month. She is caught between trying to mourn her knight and accepting her new hero. Cooking shenanigans.

o Random stuff: Loves learning new things. Can and will study and find the effects of every plant. Knows poisons, antidotes, elixirs, potions, and everything else. Still trying to come to terms with everything that happened. Frequent nightmares. Claustrophobic/minor insomnia. Knows all the languages. Loves studying sheikah tech, and finally gets the chance to as much as she wants. Hates the castle. So many things change culturally over 100 years and she has no idea what to do. Awkward, but sincere.

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❖ Corresponding Link: Wind

o Age: Teen

o Status: Technically the queen. Hyrule currently consists of a single town on the mainland, and lots of plans. Queenish. Anjean is teaching her how to politics.

o Nickname ideas: Name is tetra that’s it.

o Fighting style: Uses a pirate saber as well as the phantom sword. (IDK if spirit tracks is part of Wind’s story, but I was not passing up the opportunity to give tetra a massive sword). Decent archer, and can channel light magic into weapons…. most of the time…... It’s a work in progress. Also has general goddess magic. Big explosion of light. Knows her way around a battlefield

o Current relationship to Link: Serve on a crew together. Best friends and partners in crime. There is a lot that needs to be done to start a country, they will do it together. It’s not going quickly. They keep getting distracted. Why do paperwork when you can steal things.

o Random stuff: Smol. Link hit puberty and got a growth spurt. She did not. Not a politician, this child should not be in charge, whose idea was it to let a pirate child run a country. Great leader. All the social skills. Shoot first… that’s it. Sassy. Trying her best to be a good princess and live up to her lineage. It's hard. There is no book. Feels like she is letting everyone down. Hates big birds. Occasional nightmares. Really hates being cold. (turned to stone)

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❖ Corresponding Link: Legend

o Age: Older teen

o Status: Queen. Has ruled for a while. Amazing support system. They regularly keep things running when she gets kidnapped. Good relations with all surrounding countries.

o Nickname ideas: Maiden, Sage, Hilda.

o Fighting style: Doesn’t. Pacifist. She can attack with light magic, chooses not to. Healing magic, team buffs, defense. Just because she doesn’t fight doesn’t mean she will let her team die. Strongest support magic. Does not know her way around a battlefield.

o Current relationship to Link: Good work friends. They get along well enough. No massive personal relations. She asks him for help with killing monsters, he asks her for help with laws. It works for them. Occasionally they will get lunch together and catch up. (aka make sure he didn’t get himself killed.) Can use telepathy to contact Link at any time. Keeps it to emergencies only. Because he finds it massively annoying, and a little creepy.

o Random stuff: Massive romantic. Currently single. Misses being able to gossip with Hilda. Kind and compassionate. Does not stand for injustice. Will forgive until the end of time. Just because she is kind does not mean she is weak. Strong-willed. Good politician. Loved by her people, even if Ganon has attacked like five times. Ganon is the only person on the list of people she would happily shank. So much paperwork. Give the girl a break. Keeps craft supplies on her for long imprisonments. Scrying magic, and a little bit prophetic.

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❖ Corresponding Link: Warriors

o Age: Adult. Older than warriors, younger than time or his Zelda.

o Status: Queen of Hyrule, and commander of its army. Her Hyrule has been in turmoil for a while even before the war with Cia.

o Nickname ideas: General, Commander, Tactician.

o Fighting style: Best fighter. Can use all the weapons. Summon a bow or rapier of pure light magic. Strongest understanding of how the goddess magic works with weapons. Mostly fights as Zelda (basically her gameplay style), still uses her sheik disguise sometimes (ironically fights similar to smash bros sheik because of extensive sheikah training.) Lives on the battlefield.

o Current relationship to Link: They work seamlessly together in battle and are friends outside of it. They haven't actually known each other very long so it's awkward sometimes. She still has to occasionally remind him that she doesn’t need a title. If they were two kids in a village then they would probably date. But they are not, and things are complicated. Duty to the kingdom comes first.

o Random stuff: Best makeup. Amazing, if ruthless, politician. Best historian. Blunt. No time for crap. One of the best leaders doesn’t have the pure charisma to outdo warriors though. Resting B Face. 90% of soldiers are scared of her. Comes across as harsh, rude, cold. Really, she is just a bit awkward and hides behind a mask. Can’t do people, can do basically anything else. Minor prophetic magic.

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❖ Corresponding Link: Sky

o Age: Old teen/young adult. Older than Sky.

o Status: Technically the queen, but Hyrule hasn’t been founded yet. Officially goddess Hylia reincarnated. She doesn’t go around flaunting the title, but sometimes the memories of Hylia she gained will overwhelm her. Full goddess mode. Doesn’t stand for dark magic.

o Nickname ideas: Hylia, Sun, Swallow.

o Fighting style: trained at the academy and knows how to fight with a sword. Not a good fighter. massive bursts of power usually win her fights. Sometimes she can channel a little bit of her power, but usually, she just gets overwhelmed by all of it. General goddess magic, cannot channel through weapons. Thinks she does, but in fact, does not know her way around a battlefield

o Current relationship to Link: Do I need to explain? These two are head over heels. Sappy love birds all the way. Childhood friends. Everyone is surprised they're not engaged yet.

o Random stuff: More adventure-ready style to reflect working on founding Hyrule. Fierce and determined. Kind. But she will get her way. Struggles to balance her mortality and newfound divinity. Feels bad that Sky had to fight for her. Loves her bird. Beautiful singing voice. She is trying her best but is in fact very bad at being an adventurer. Good at sewing. Loads of people skills, working on leadership skills. Best with children. 6th sense type prophetic magic. (aka see a shot before it is taken, but not a coming calamity.)

That's it. Congrats on making it to the end. You get a cookie. 🍪

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little-fae-hero · 5 years ago

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Raising a Kokiri part 1

The Kokiri forest was a textbook definition of a fairy haven. The magic that ran drifted through the air relaxing the boy, the smell of the deep wooded pines always brought a sense of inner peace. It was a place where not only any fairy could relax but flourish.

Yet it did nothing for Navi’s pain.

Any fairy would be calm and relaxed in the forest, naturally reverting to their smaller form only standing about 4 inches tall, yet Navi wasn’t afforded this luxury. She was still standing over 8 feet tall, even though her wings had grown with her they couldn’t support her body for more than a few minutes.

‘Why must I be curse like this?’ Navi thought bitterly as she sat on a tree stump, watching the other fairies play with their kokiris, trying to numb the slight pain she self. Navi knew exactly why she was stuck in this form, it was the reason she was in pain.

Her kokiri, Link.

Even at the thought of his name she could stop the flare of pain in her chest, or the tears falling down her face. She should have never allowed the Great Deku tree to give Link his quest, if he had needed the horrible man to be killed she should have done it. He shouldn’t have restricted her to her smaller form so she couldn’t protect her baby; she shouldn’t have had to watch her little boy forcibly grow up and see so much pain. Her baby boy shouldn’t have had to travel through time to strike down the demon king. The only thing she was grateful for was the princess sending both of them back in time. She just wanted to protect him so much, that when the forest finally called her back to free her of her small form she took it, she could finally protect her child. And when she got back to bring him home...he wasn’t there.

He wasn’t there!

Navi tore up their home, searching through every corner of Hyrule, even going as far as to hurt Ganondorf for the location of her son. But it was all dead ends. She couldn’t feel her bond with her kokiri, and it tore her heart.

Navi had to stay in the Kokiri forest sense, then, trying to keep the pain from being away from her Kokiri down. Even Mido and Meosa came up to try and comfort the lone fairy, hah it seems that hell had froze over. Some Fairies had offered to allow Navi to take care of their Kokiri but Navi could bring herself to take a role from another mother; for now she was committed to being the guardian of the forest, making sure nothing would take a Kokiri from their fairy.

Which brings us to the problem? The portal.

It was made of golden magic, opening at the edge of the Kokiri forest. New smells of different woods made it clear their once safe woods were not so safe anymore, even the growing deku sprout wouldn’t protect the forest.

Navi was the one who argued for guard duty, while others protested she stood firm. She was stuck in this form anyway, might as well put it to use.

So she stood at the edge of the portals, in between two woods and realms.

And she waited.

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Warrior was beginning to think that Hyila hated him, or maybe she just hated the Links in general. It seemed like every two steps the Links were attacked by these monsters with black blood. To add to the bullshit that was their life they had switched worlds in the middle of the day, and they just so happen to appear in the middle of an enemy camp. Which lead to the links being surrounded by enemies that they had to fight their way out.

Warrior was starting to understand why Time and Legend hated Hyila so much.

They finally killed all the monsters, leaving the heroes tired and bloody. Time decided that after their fight that it was the perfect time for setting down for the night.

Wild started cooking while Time and Twilight secured the perimeter away from monsters, the other Link finally taking a break from all their fighting. It seems like the goddess was giving them a break.

Dinner was great, Wild knew how to make amazing food, and Sky was assigned to their night watch while the second shift was awarded to War.

Soon the sky went from the twilight to the darkness of night, and all the links drifted to sleep. However soon Sky, the hero on watch found himself drifting into dreamland.

What they didn’t realize was that nine Links would soon become ten.

Young Link, ugh what a horrible name he was given, he preferred what his big brother had named him, Mask. He offered to help his older brother with his monster problem, however this led to where he is now.

He was alone, it was dark out, he was cold, and he was in pain. He missed his big brother, he always helped him. He missed Navi.

Mask couldn’t stop the tears from falling as he thought of his fairy, his mother. He didn't know why she had left him, he always thought fairies were supposed to care for their kokiris, did she not want him anymore? His saving grace in Termina had been Tatl, she wasn’t Navi, but she help the little boy not feel so alone. However now he was stuck in another hyrule, with no big brother and no fairy.

He was tired of being alone, tired of waking up in places he didn’t remember, tired of being so cold.

Mask soon realized he had stumbled along a camp, he pulled out his sword realizing where he wandered into possible danger. However, taking a look around he realized that everyone was asleep, which was a poor decision on their part. Mask put his sword away, looking around camp for stuff these soldiers wouldn’t miss; maybe Mask would finally find some food that didn’t taste like ash.

The young child rumbled through their bags, surprising most slept like the dead. One of them has some fairy magic to him, which if he knew the person he would probably be glued to the man's side, the fairy magic could lessen the pain he was feeling. Surprisingly this man had fae food which likely meant that this man was a fae in some form.

Mask was originally going to leave after his tiny food raiding, however a bright blue caught the boy’s attention. His curiosity got the best of him as he slowly got closer, could it really be his big brother. Finally getting closer he could see the man’s face.

It was his big brother, Link, or as Mask liked to call him War.

Mask felt some of his anxiety flow away after seeing War. Maybe it was his separation anxiety, or even the pain and cold from being separated from Navi. Mask just grabbed the end of War’s scarf, curling himself in it and lying down on War much like a toddler would. His warmth wasn’t like Naiv’s fur but it would help keep out the cold.

Mask soon drifted off to sleep, surrounded by warmth and close to his big brother.

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Navi felt something, something that lessened the pain in her chest. She didn’t know what was outside the portal, but it lessened the pain in her chest.

Could it be her Kokiri? Could it be the person who stole her Kokiri away from her?

It took a lot of convincing on Navi’s part but she finally got the other fairies to agree to let her explore; which meant someone else needed to take over guard duty.

That didn’t matter to Navi, she would explore this strange new world, and figure out why it lessened her pain.

So she went off into the unknown.

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The sun was starting to peek through the clouds by the time Wild got up, he was always the ‘first’ one up although he would bet all his rupees the old man was awake, just acting like he’s asleep so he didn’t have to cook.

Speaking of cooking he needs to get up, make sure none of the links were hiding and injuries then start cooking breakfast. He went around to every link, making sure he couldn’t see any blood or signs of bandages; but he stopped at Warrior.

Did War always have a child with him? Where did the child even come from? Was it another Link?

Wild decided he shouldn’t even bother with it and went about making breakfast.

Slowly the Links began to wake up one by one most concern on getting some food. However Hyrule let out a yell when he realized some of his food was missing.

War soon found himself returning to the land of the living and he realized two things, one, it was daylight out and two, there was a weight on his chest. Warrior found the latter much more concerning and tried to get up, seeing that he was pinned under the weight he just opted to look up. He was greeted to blond hair, green clothes all wrapped up in his blue scarf.

“Mask?!?” War screamed out waking up every other link that was asleep, apparently the little child could sleep like the dead. Warrior finally realized who it was, brought his arms around the young boy to bring himself up into a sitting position. Mask seemed to grumble out at the sudden shift but was trying to stay asleep.

“Come on little buddy” Warrior whispered to the little hero, shaking him slightly.

“Nooooo” the little boy whined out as he tried to stop the sun from waking him up.

Sky observed wondering who that little child was, many of the other Links were watched in cursorily.

“Sooo War, is he yours?” Legend said very bluntly which caused their elder hero choking on his spit. Warrior just sent a glare to the pinked haired hero.

“No he isn’t mine” War said as he watched Mask slowly wake up “although he might as well be sense I’m the only one who puts up with grelimin nature”

“....i...hate you” Mask muttered out to War after hearing himself referred to him as a gremlin.

“Come on, it's time for breakfast” Warrior said as he untangled the little boy from his scarf. Mask seemed to just rub his eyes as his feet hit the ground, then he looked up to realize there were 8 people he had stolen from. Mask just turned to give War a certain look.

“No, they are safe, you can’t stab them” War just simply stated, as Mask nodded in understanding. The Links just looked at War in shock.

“Like I said, he was a gremlin,” War said with a shrug. They all move around the campfire to eat, Time keeping an eye on their newest little member. War was doing the same, but only because he noticed how skinny the boy was.

Wild cooked the soup that Wind loved so much, and they all began to chow down. Time side eyed the tiny hero of his past, he saw how Mask would take a spoonful of the soup with a smile but as soon as eyes were off of him, he would turn around and spit out the soup. Time grimaced at the memory, when he was that young everything tasted like ash so he knew this was a common occurrence. Time figured that he had been the only one who saw that.

“So Mask I thought Lana was going to send you back to your time?” War brought up soon after Mask had ‘eaten’ most of his food.

“Dark link got in the way...Lana said he took something important so she can’t help the timelines merging again” Mask answered “Lana also said hi”

War smiles at the fact Lank asked Mask to tell War she said hi, however that smile was quickly drowned out with worry. Dark link was back, did that mean Cia was back as well. What does that mean now? Will he and the group need to stay in his hyrule trying to get back whatever dark link stole?

“What should we do after this captain?” Time asked snapping the hero out of his anxiety brain.

“We should probably head to the castle, my zelda might know a way to contact Lana” War stated as the Links nodded and went back to their soup. This will be simple, go to the castle, find the Dark links and get the piece back. And now he has all the other links to help him out so it should be easy right….right?

They had all gone to gather their things for their journal, Mask had no idea how far they would get sense this place was crawling with monsters. He had gone to pick through some of his belongs out in the forest, he didn’t need any of them getting noisy, especially the man with the Deity markings.

“Where is it?” Mask grumbled to himself as he dug through his bag, his stomach growling at him. He knew he had fae food in here, he stole it from the brown hair guy who smelled like a fairy. And he needed to eat something, he couldn’t fight unless he had something to eat.

“Looking for these?” A voice said making Mask jump before turning to glare at the voice. It was the man with the deity markings, likely named Link like the others; he held the bag he stole from the fairy link, it was filled with sylvanberriers which honestly to most just likely looked like pink apples. The man held one in his hand, causally tossing it up and down.

“Give it back, their mine” Mask hissed out to the older hero, who just looked amused at him.

“Really, isn’t there a warning about children eating fae food? And nothing tops fae food like sylvanberries” The man said taking a bite out of the fruit much to Mask’s horror. The man simply gave a shrug as he tossed the bag to the child.

“Yeah now I was alot like you as a child, Only fae food until I learned how to taste again” The man commented which made Mask freeze. Eating human food again and it not taste like ash? Was that even possible? The man let out a chuckled as he tosses another fruit to the young boy. Mask caught it without much problem.

“An apple?” He muttered out.

“Yep, you will have to trick your taste buds for a while, if you eat fae food with normal human food it will start to lose the ash taste” The man said with a shrug “Or don’t and go on with your life; i don’t know it was so long ago”

The man slowly walked back to camp and Mask made a mental note to ask his big brother what that man’s nickname was; if mask had to take a guess he feels that ‘happy’ and ‘salesmans’ fits the man more. He looked back and the two fruits in his hand, before deciding to take a risk. One quick bite of an apple before a bite of sylbanberry, to which he chewed waiting for the taste of ash to fill his mouth.

But that didn’t happen..well it was still there very far off in the background, he mostly tasted the berries that reminded him of home. Despite how much Mask wanted to save the moment he began to swallow most of the other fae food, they needed to get moving after all and Mask had questions that needed to be answered.

Mask quickly finished his food before heading back to the other Links. The first thing Mask did was ask everyone’s nickname. Apparently the man with the Deity markings was called Time and the weird fairy man was called Hyrule. The two closest to his age were Wind and Four, but that’s really all he paid attention to.

They walked along in the forest, heading towards the direction of the castle; the links had opted for the forest because it just wasn’t as open as hyrule fields. However both Mask and Time knew better then to assume the forest was safe, they knew the feelings of eyes on the. However Mask felt that might had been wishful thinking because he was missing Navi, so he opted to distract himself.

And the best way he found to distract himself was stealing.

He got about 10 minutes in before he got called out.

“Hey!” Warrior yelled, making the group jump “Give that back” he ordered.

Mask immediately put on his innocent acts as all the links turn to look at War. Some looked at War like he lost his marbles.

“Sorry Mask here has some sticky fingers” Warrior saids to the group, most replied with raised eyebrows.

“War, I’m sure it was nothing,” Legend said, not liking how the peace and quiet ended. You could tell the veteran hero was annoyed. War just stared at him dead eyed.

“Hey Legend where is your wallet?” Warrior asked the pink haired hero.

“Of course it’s right her-” Legend said as his hand went to his pocket, however the words died down when he realized it was gone. War gave Mask a small bump to which Mask opened his palm revealing the wallet.

“Sorry” Mask said as Legend snatched his wallet back.

They went back to walking in the woods, Mask talking with Warriors while Legend did his best to avoid the young pickpocket. The tension growed but Mask and Time were used to it.

It was nice….until it wasn’t.

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pinkittwice · 6 years ago

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LU Headcanons Galore

I got hit in the head and this was the result of the metaphorical lighting strike.

Which Link would be better around kids?

Not to say, who would make the best father. That’s not what I mean by that. I’m talking about a babysitter or at least who would be better to handle children in their general vicinity. This would tap into what kind they may be though.

I will explain.

1. Twilight

Kind of a no-brainer. He’s the go-to babysitter, as shown through his own game. He’s got it down to a T and the kids would love him and the stories he would tell and overall it’s a good call. You can’t go wrong with Twilight. He’s the most rounded out of everyone when it comes to taking care of children no matter the age. Babies? He’s changed diapers before and knows the ins and out of feeding them. Runaway toddlers? He’s chased goats before, what’s the difference? Bored children? He has a new game they can play. Older kids don’t want to listen? He’s dealt with Wild before, no means no. Twilight will be a good dad if he has the chance. 10/10 Best option to offer really.

2. Time

This man has too much dad energy anyway. He’s the one taking care and looking over the gremlins we know and love. Poor guy’s just tired but he loves them all the same. Not the mention he also grew up in a village of only children. So I’m sure he could just teach them all the games he knows and before they know it, it’s bed time. He’s a different person around the children than the group by all means. A little more open, a little more relaxed- it’s not like he’s walking down a path where monsters could jump out a any minute. The kids would love him too. But unlike Twilight, since Time doesn’t have as much experience watching over the kids, he would have some trouble finding a good groove and he’s not sure whether he would be too strict or not. Not too worry though- he’d be a good dad too.

3. Sky

Ah yes, the sky child. The mom friend, if you will. I believe he has a fondness for children anyway- so if the other two aren’t offering or simply can’t watch the kids for the night, he’ll gladly step in. Helping them feel better if (when) they get hurt, making them dinner, lunch, breakfast, telling them bedtime stories- you name it- he loves it. He wants to be a dad. He wants to be a dad so bad. He always gets excited at the idea that he could have children of his own running around and calling him papa. He’s done a lot to make sure that the future he molds would be safe enough for the generations ahead and if another part of that journey is jumping through space and time, he’ll do it. He is doing it actually. Unfortunately, he’s a bit of a push over when it comes to children. He can’t put his foot down for the life of him. He tries- oh how he tries- but his resolve crumbles in seconds. He’s the chosen hero of Hylia herself and has taken down Demise on his own just fine but... he just can’t say no.

4. Four (hah!)

He likes talking to kids and the kids trust him because he sees the world through their eyes (their words not mine). Four has some trouble getting them to listen to him when he tells them to do something because they take him as seriously as they would another kid. It doesn’t matter how many times his tells them he’s actually almost twenty- (a few years off but what difference does it make) the kids don’t believe him. Nothing in his adventure would have prepared him for that but he refuses to let it bother him. If they let him, he talks about the Picori and how only good children can see them and all the adventures he has had with them. His tactic is to distract the kids until mom or dad come back with stories and games- so bossing them around isn’t really necessary. All in all, everyone has fun and the kids would love to have him around again. But Four would feel a lot better if they had someone they would take seriously instead it’s a lot less work on his part and he’s not sure if his tricks would work twice. Not someone who should watch them by themselves unfortunately. Four occasionally entertains the idea of being a dad and he wouldn’t make a bad one either- he’s got the right balance between stern and flexible. But he’d rather be the fun uncle, he’s able to get away with more.

5. Warriors

He also has an affinity for children and arguably the has the second most experience in watching over them.Yes, I’m counting Young Link and Wind. It’s because of these two that he’s not any higher of on the list. Not to say that he can’t do it or that he isn’t willing... he’s just... hesitant. He holds himself up to a high standard but at the same time, lacks the confidence in himself to actually watch them, even if it’s for a little while. Young Link and Wind can take care of themselves just fine, he knows this, and they remind him constantly but he feels responsibly for them anyway. He tends to be a little stricter than necessary and his commander side comes out more often than not. He doesn’t do it on purpose but with Young Link and Wind always charging onto the battle field with all self preservation thrown away with wild abandon- he has a subconscious expectation for most children to do that and eventually get themselves hurt... or worse. And he can’t handle that. If he were to ever be a father one day, he might be even stricter with them than he was on the other two. He’ll remember himself as a child and of Young Link and Wind and be terrified of the thought of his own children being even remotely near danger. He’d love them immensely but over-protectiveness runs through his veins and his soldier side has been burned into his brain. He can’t help it.

6. Hyrule

He’s actually a bit nervous around kids. He’s been by himself for so long that it took forever for him to open up to the others, let alone some strangers that all seem to be looking up to him, wanting his attention, asking him questions about his journey, thinking he’s cool and hey this ain’t so bad- WAIT NO DON’T DO THAT YOU’LL HURT YOURSELF! Luckily, he has his healing magic to take care of that, which sparks another round of questions and big wide eyes wanting to see him to do more things but he can’t use all his magic. He gets too tired too fast... and the kids are now doing other things... all the things they shouldn’t be doing! There’s too many of them! He’s so strung full of energy that he’s jumpy the whole time and expects some injuries to be worse than they really are. He likes kids- don’t get him wrong- but it’s a lot of anxiety on his shoulders that he would rather do without. He has trouble saying no and he finds himself running after them more often than not because they don’t seem to stay in one place and he’s... so nervous. It’s a mix between being too lax and not being taken seriously. He doesn’t want confrontation but really doesn’t want anything bad to happen while he’s in charge. Nothing gets done and something was surely broken in the mayhem but everyone is alive in the end at least. He’s a nice guy and like to help people but he’s probably not the best guy to pick no matter how much he hates to admit it. Kids are a lot and he can’t deal with them the same way he deals with monsters. He’s not even sure if they would like having him around, it’s not like he has any interesting stories or anything to tell. The kids would disagree with their dying breath (much to Hyrule’s horror) but Hyrule can’t look past his insecurities either. He’s not sure whether or not he wants to be a dad. Before he met the group, he didn’t even think it was possible for them to be married, or have a home for themselves... let alone have children of their own...One wouldn’t be so bad would it?

7. Wind

Besides the fact that he’s the youngest, he also has a younger sister. It’s old hat for him to jump into older brother mode and do what has to be done. He knows what to do so no one gets hurt. However, it’s a bit chaotic because instead of taking charge, he’d probably start a raid with the kids as pirates in training. The sentence may sound like a fun imaginary game but no- he literally would take them all on a pirate ship and teach them everything he knows. Not to mention he swears like a sailor, pun intended. If he’s left in charge and alone with those kiddos, we’ve got a whole new pirate crew in the making. Whether or not the kids are into it depends on the region but even if he can make sure their alive and safe and happy at the end of the day, he wouldn’t be the greatest influence. He’s still young so having kids of his own isn’t even on his radar yet but if they that day were to come, he would be a different caretaker for sure than the older brother we see now. It’s hard to guess where he’d end up on the spectrum of fatherhood because he still has a lot of life to experience. But one thing is for certain, he’s very protective of what’s his. If he does have children, they would be in good hands- but for now.... best not.

8. Wild

Speaking of bad influences... He likes kids but he’s enough of a trouble maker himself that he might actually be the one to cause the danger to begin with. Not on purpose. Never on purpose. He just doesn’t use enough foresight to think- hey maybe don’t use the weapon near the kids no matter how cool they would think it is. Or hey- maybe don’t bring out the weapon at all. Keep in mind that Wild himself is usually in need of a babysitter so this is to be somewhat expected. As long as there is another adultier adult around then all is fine. Wild watches over the kids better if there is someone else to keep the energy calm anyway. It’s also him in case something gets to be too much for him and he needs a moment to himself. Like...if the children remind of a certain someone from his past and he’s thrown into a memory, for example. If the memory is about a little blond girl with blue eyes like his, he doesn’t talk about it. When Wild has calmed down, and things in his Hyrule are a little more stable, he wants to have a family of his own. He has no idea how that would come about but it’s a nice day dream that he thinks of, especially when sometimes... present and past nightmares become a little too much. He’d still want to explore and show the children everything the world has to offer, even if it means they travel away from home. He might not peg the right age for them to all travel together so it’s a bit more dangerous than intended but he loves telling stories and waits for the day to share all the pictures and memories he has on his Sheika Slate. Who knows?

9. Legend

He’s got the mouth of Wind, the nervousness of Hyrule and the strictness of Warriors. Not the most confident of combinations. More things end up broken than ever and Legend prays it was anything irreplaceable under the rubble. He didn’t think to keep his entire hoard of junk out of the reach and when he realized that something was afoot it was too late. Poor guy can’t handle it. At all. The kids reactions vary from being afraid of him to wanting to rile him up more and see what other fun toys he has in his never ending bag. He has no control over the situation and all of his cool has been lost. Someone else better take over at this point. He’s grumpy for the rest of the day... and maybe for longer depending on the damage. Kids... not for Legend. Nope. Let those who want to handle them, take care of it. It’s not like he asked for another job to begin with...they took his favorite ring for Hylia’s sake! He’ll never find that again!

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #babysitting #children #kids #fluff?#this is maybe the longest post I've made to date #I don't always contribute to the LU fandom #but when I do #it's about things no one asked for #and i can't seem to shut up about it

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citricacidprince · 6 years ago

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I accidentally made a fanbase about my gremlin Linksona

(Thank you to the Linked Universe Discord for encouraging me to continue making this meme child qwq)

So, about 5 days ago I said the following in a VC in the Linked Universe Discord, “What is there was a modern Link that showed the other Links memes haha funny right?” I said it as a joke, but in the next hour, I made artwork for the lad. Then a joke worthy backstory that solidified his gremlin status. And then I did the worst thing. The one thing that signifies my love for them and shows that I've grown attached. I made angst for him. I was doomed to love this dork from the start, I was just too stubborn to see it.

Soon I started to make others care for him as much as do. Fanart started to flow in. Headcanons and angst started to build. Hell, someone is writing a goddamn fanfiction! In the span I five days I now own a rat hole someone called a discord server with 15 people in it, and I couldn't be prouder. So instead of keeping this to myself, I'm sharing this boy with the world. So, guys, gals, and non-binary pals, I have the greatest pleasure of introducing the one, the only, Modern, the gremlin child who wormed his way into my heart!

(Just for clarity, all art about to be shown is mine!)

Personality:

Absolute gremlin boy. Lives to meme and will die the day he has to actually work. Flamboyant and sarcastic when the time calls for it but also kind and sweet when needed. He's practically a gen z kid, he's waiting for an opportunity to die.

Life:

Had parents until he was almost 6. Tragically died in a fire. He’s well known as a missing kid, or some think he died in that fire, but he just hid under a bridge out of “stranger danger” fear. Has lived under a bridge for 4 years of his life, from 6 to 10. Lived solely on apples and other fruits and vegetables that grew around. During winter when they didn’t grow he stole what he needed to live and has had some close calls when it came to starving or freezing to death. Was very used to cuts covering his feet and dirt covering him in general. Stole a pocket knife to protect himself.

Meeting Zelda:

Zelda was 10, dumb, and in a 7/11. She foolishly allowed 15 dollars to be eaten by a vending machine and was crying about it. Suddenly a red bolt flies past her and slams into the vending machine, making blood fly everywhere. Zelda picked up the red-haired dirty boy to see his nose broken and knocked out cold. Zelda took him home to care for him. They’ve been friends ever since.

Growing Up With Zelda:

Zelda, being the Mayor's daughter, is very rich. Despite her fathers fussing, she befriended the gremlin and allowed him into her home. She allowed him to use her bathroom, her clothes, her food, anything that would help. He didn’t want to accept at first, he felt like he’d be a bother, but after some convincing from Zelda, he allowed himself to be cared for. Zelda taught Modern how to read at a basic level, and how to clean up nicely in regards to clothes and such. She allowed him to have old clothes of hers since Modern is way smaller than she is and told him how important it is to wash and cut his hair. He also learned that bleaching your hair was a thing that he did almost immediately. She also showed him memes and that forever changed the lad.

Zelda:

Zelda is an odd girl. Growing up she was very tame and stayed in line, and out of everything, she loved her mother’s stories. She told of tricks and games and mischief, all of which Zelda adored. She died of a heart condition when Zelda was 8. Zelda always wanted to grow up to be like her mother but never had the courage. Until she met Link (Modern). She knew her father didn’t like Modern, and that gave her such joy. After that day she didn’t everything her father disapproved of just of spite and rebellion. She wore her hair in a bun, started wearing a sleeveless leather vest, a tank top, a belt with a huge ass buckle (The BAMF ones), skinny jeans, and big ass cowboy boots. She also likes to be called ’Z’ as a nickname because her dad hates it. She’s a very kind soul, but she’s a meme lord when she’s with Modern, and she’s a rebellious shit to her father. Also, to this day, she has a hatred for 7/11 and is determined to get her 15 dollars back.

The Triforce Gang:

There’s this gang Z and Link are in. It’s a gang passed down from their parents. Links dad was in it (Modern faintly remembers his dad talking about it) and Z’s mom was in it (Z admires her for it). They didn’t have to make the gang again, but it was so infamous in their town they felt like they had to. Not to mention it would be fun to do. The mark of the Triforce gang is a Triforce tattoo on all of its members (which at the moment is only two). Z has her on her cheek for the world to see (much to her fathers' dismay) and Modern has his right above his butt, making many believe its a tramp stamp. Also, the one major rule in the gang is “Snitches get stitches”, AKA if a fellow gang member is in trouble and you can prevent it, you help a fellow member out. This “gang” they are in doesn’t really do anything bad. All they do is petty vandalism/theft. And because of the grudge Z has, they do raid and attack the 7/11 quite often. The town usually allows them to do this because well they’re teens and they could be doing a lot worse like drugs. But sometimes they do have to send in a police officer, usually the chief, to make sure they stay in line sometimes.

Ganon:

Ganon is the gerudo Police Chief. He’s just a man trying to make it through the day. He has to deal with all the shit the Triforce gang does. Like whenever they draw triforces on things in sharpie, or all the minor shoplifting and loitering they do, or just all the times they've decided to harras the 7/11. It's annoying but to a point being endearing. When he met Modern for the first time he was just called a ”weather boy”, whatever that means, and brushed off. However, it was clear that the police officer wasn't gonna go away. At one point, he even tried to arrest Modern, until an important part of his past showed up-

Ganons’ Attempted Arrest Of A Meme Child:

Ganon was just going to do his job, Ya know, arresting wrongdoers. However, that didn't go to plan when he tried to arrest Modern. Ya see, after giving Modern and Z more passes than he’d like to admit, he finally had to book Modern for vandalizing the 7/11 for the 5th time that week (He tries to ask why, but all he got in response was ”Wouldn’t you like to know Weather Boy?” and that just made him confused). While putting on Moderns handcuffs, Modern noticed something. A triforce tattoo on Ganon’s hand. He immediately yelled, ”TRIFORCE GANG TRIFORCE GANG!!!” and to that Ganon got all embarrassed. He quickly tried to explain that it was just a dumb thing he was in as a teen, but Modern cut him off real quick by showing off the triforce tattoo he has on his lower back. Ganons’ confused at first but Modern snarkily askes, ”What's the one rule of Triforce Gang?” To that Ganon absolutely loses his shit. He can't fucking arrest this kid now. He may not have really been in that dumb gang in years but he took a goddamn blood oath as a kid that pretty much binds him to follow the gang's one rule. Besides, he now knows that Modern and Z’s parents were his friends, and like it or not, they are all he has left of them. So, reluctantly, he let's Modern go. But that's not the last the two hooligans will see of the man.

Ganon Is A Dad Now I Guess?:

After realizing that these two kids are related to people he cared for already made him more protective of them, didn't help that they were hooligans always getting hurt. Modern especially. Ganon got a complaint saying that someone was disturbing the peace by living under a bridge so Ganon is like, ”Cool” and just planned to kick whoever was under there out. However, to his surprise, he found a wild Modern sitting under there instead and he's just like, ”What the fuuuuuuuck”. So Ganon is immediately concerned, like, this child is living under a bridge and just eating apples and shit? That's a big no in his book. Ganon offers a guest room in his house to Modern but Modern’s like ”Nah fam, don't wanna be a bother and shit, also I'm fine, I got apples and an empty fridge to sleep in when it gets too cold! : D” That just makes Ganon worry more. Then he finds out that Z hates her dad so he just sorta unconsciously adopts these two gremlin kids who need a dad. They also stop calling him Weather boy which is nice but they start singing, ”You are my daaaaad, you're my dad! Boogie woogie woogie!” and that makes him more confused but he thinks it's a compliment?

Modern’s weapons:

He's had a pocket knife ever since he was young and he knows how to use the fucking thing. However, at some point in his teen years, he noticed on the side of the road there was a fucking pistol. At first, Modern was like, ”Oh shit” and didn't wanna touch it, but then he noticed a triforce on the grip of the gun and was like, ”Triforce gaaaaang???” He started to mess with it and discovered it was a gun that never ran out of bullets but only shot if the person/monster you were aiming at had any bad intentions (inanimate objects don't count I guess cause they usually can't think???). Modern thinks Hylia gifted it to him, but he also thinks it's kind of a bad gift. Gun recoils spook him and just they're loud in general, so he rarely ever uses it, yet. When he does start using it, he decides to give it a name that would match what the others were using. He calls it ”The Master Gun”.

With The Other Links:

So this is the part where I just go buck wild. So there's this meme kid who shows up in the place with these heroes and the only thing he can think of is to show memes and just dick around because he has to laugh away the fear or else he will cry. Modern and Wind are best friends and he loves telling memes to the others but he only ever really explains them to Wind because Winds the only one willing to listen to Modern’s bullshit and actually think it's cool. Sky and Hyrule try and listen by they just can't follow how fast-paced Modern is. Modern has absolutely blasted Despacito at some point. Modern actually feels insignificant compared to the other Links because he's not really a hero like the rest. He just has a fucking gun. His big adventure was attacking the 7/11 with Z, and that's it. He never faced major tragedy in his adult life, or he likes to believe that, so he feels like an outsider. Doesn't help he's so many generations in front of them. Also, Legend saw Moderns gun and now he wants 50.

Little Fun Facts:

The reason Modern’s hair is naturally red and not blond is that, in my little world, I thought it would be really funny if Modern was an extremely distant relative to Time and Twilight. And somehow, out of all those years, he got Malon’s red hair, and he hates it. He's bleached it as soon as he was given a chance. He's kinda salty that the other Links got natural blond hair and he git stuck with red.

Modern is extremely used to not eating for days and to not wearing many clothes during cold weather. To a point, it's actually concerning.

Some of the other Links don't really understand him so they don't really like him. It's disheartening yeah, but they'll warm up to him eventually?

Modern is absolutely appalled by the lack of self-care the Links show and forces all of them to take baths. Wild is the worst one, if he hasn't bathed in a while Modern will refuse to touch him.

Modern has mild Thanatophobia and Anthrophobia -Has multiple shorts that have different sayings on the ass, such as ”Vaccinate your fucking kids”, ”Be kind to others you dipshit”, ”You’re beautiful bitch”, “What Would Miku Do?” and so on

As said before Wind and Modern are absolute brothers and care about each other very much

Warriors and Modern would have hair days where they just braid each others hair and that's all they need

Despite making weed jokes all the time, he has never actually smoked weed and probably never will. 1) He’s too poor. And 2) It smells like ass to him.

Modern’s favorite Zelda’s are Tetra and BOTW Zelda because they actually do shit and aren't just princesses and honestly, he respects

Secretly loves cheesy romance songs

Has a country accent that slips out when he's mad (A lot of county travelers traveled over his bridge)

Is a decent gymnast and completely taught himself by watching actual gymnasts as they practiced (Please note that this had gotten hi hurt on many occasions)

Probably gets taught how to use a sword at some point

The only reason Modern looks anywhere near nice is because Z buys him clothes

How the hell is this child not dead he's been homeless for years now

Welp, there he is! My son, my boy, my sad child! I really hope you like the gremlin as much as I do! qwq

(To all the angels in the Modern discord, you haaaave to repost this with your art because those masterpieces need to be SEEN!!!)

#Modern LU #you think i'm joking???#I made a goddamn discord server for this gremlin #linked universe #linked universe discord #lu discord #linksona #meme linksona #modern link #shitpost turned actual character #loz #legend of zelda #art #digital art #citricacidart

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angstytieflingbard · 6 years ago

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Hero’s Journey: Chapter Six - Unforeseen Simulation Joint II

Summary: Link learns a little more about himself, though he doesn’t realize it yet. Midoriya is nearly killed, but the heroes manage to intercept in the nick of time.

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence

A/N: You know, I was sort of considering having him, you know, interact with the plot, but I didn’t want to change everything up this early. Also, I really, really wanted to get the ball rolling on him learning more about who he is and what he’s supposed to be doing. So if you wanted him in the thick of things, sorry! I promise he’ll be getting into stuff later. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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“Villains have breached the USJ!”

Link wasn’t exactly sure what had happened immediately after that. He remembered Yaoyorozu and Todoroki talking (the alarm systems were cut, or at least the dichromatic boy thought so), some sort of talking purple mist, Bakugou and Kirishima rushing for it, and then he’d suddenly tumbled backwards like his feet had been kicked from underneath him, vision suddenly obscured by dark purple.

And then he’d landed on his ass in the middle of a forest.

He was sure he was still in USJ, he could still see the supports and glass ceiling of the dome above, but he was far enough that he couldn’t hear any fighting. Or really anything for that matter. It was entirely too quiet for a forest, no sounds of animals or even leaves rustling, just the faintest sounds of the grass under his feet and armor pieces brushing softly together as he moved through the brush.

It was silent save for him. Until it wasn’t.

Something small and red tore through the bushes at high speed, shrieking and squealing like a pig. It stumbled right into him, and they both froze, staring at each other in surprise. The thing was only about half his size, and it looked like some sort of goblin, with a comically large pig nose, beady eyes, and wrinkly, mottled red skin, with sharp claws clutching at a crude wooden club.

‘Bokoblin’ His brain supplied unhelpfully. The staring contest lasted only half a moment longer, and it was shrieking again, swinging its club around like a bat. Link scrambled back and grabbed his staff, extending it to spear length and jabbing at the bokoblin as he got to his feet.

It only took a few hits before it fell to the ground, exploding into a cloud of reddish-purple smoke. As the smoke dissipated, Link noticed a small pile of teeth and horns, presumably from the bokoblin.

‘Shit. Did I just kill it?’ He thought with a wince, letting out a low breath. ‘To be fair, it did attack me, but…’ He poked at the pile with his staff, and glanced around half-expecting more to jump at him out of the brush.

“Hmph. You were never so hesitant to kill monsters, before.” A voice resonated from somewhere behind him, and he spun, already dropping into a defensive stance with his spear.

It was the man from before. He was possibly more terrifying up close, tall and formidable even without the death stare currently locked onto him. At this distance Link could see that his armor wasn’t quite as protective as he’d assumed at first glance, a mix of brightly colored cloth and some type of golden plating, matching the jewelry and piercings which adorned the mans face. He looked young, too, in his twenties at the latest, though Link wasn’t sure why that particular fact felt odd to him.

Meanwhile, the man seemed to be sizing Link up as well, taking in his hero costume and weapon with something that looked like disapproval. His eyes narrowed after a long moment, expression turning somewhat thoughtful.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” He asked. Link hesitated.

‘Ganon… The Calamity.’ Finally his mind gave him something useful, and he frowned at how right it seemed, how familiar, though he was sure he’d never heard the name before.

“Ah, not well, right?” The man, Ganon, chuckled patronizingly, taking a step closer. Link raised his staff threateningly, and his smile seemed genuine for a moment, like the very notion of Link attacking now was funny to him. “I used to be just like you. Soft, hopeful, kind, weak.” He spit the word with malice. “Living in a world where everything and nothing were familiar to me, from the sky, to the sea, to the people around me. But then I was… enlightened.”

He took another step forward, grabbing onto the staff before Link could even think to move, and yanked it - and Link - towards him. Ganon’s other hand curled into his collar and lifted him, forcing Link to grip onto his wrist to anchor himself.

“If I could kill you here, I would.” Ganon hissed, face twisting into a sneer. “But I need you alive if I want to find her, and believe me, I do.”

His expression morphed again, and Link caught a momentary glimpse of something dark and manic in his aureate eyes as he was lifted just a little higher.

“I might leave you a little challenge, though… Nothing you won’t survive, if you’re even half as good with a sword as you were. Doesn’t that sound fun? Getting reintroduced to some old friends-” Before Ganon could do anything, however, a beam of nearly blinding lavender light cut between them, just barely grazing the taller man’s skin.

Link reacted immediately, kicking out and catching Ganon in the jaw, pushing away from him and dropping to the ground. The villain thankfully dropped his staff, too, which he scooped up as he got to his feet, sprinting by his savior and grabbing his arm as he passed, forcing him to come along with.

It was Aoyama, expression somewhat nauseous-looking from the sudden transition between using his quirk to sprinting through the forest at record speed. The frenchman didn’t complain though, likely just as happy as Link to be getting as far away from the menacing man as possible.

Link slowed only when the brick ground of the courtyard came into view, finally able to hear what sounded like a fairly intense fight. He pushed Aoyama down into a cluster of bushes with what little gentleness he could manage in his adrenaline-fueled state, smothering the yelp the other blonde let out with a quick hand over his mouth. He settled over him, concealing the two of them in the foliage as well as he could as he listened for any sign of having been followed. After a long moment, he finally released Aoyama, relatively satisfied with their current safety, and all but melted into the surprisingly un-prickly bush.

“Link, who… who was that?” Aoyama murmured to him, usually placid smile strained to the point of near nonexistence. “He seemed like he knew you.”

Link shook his head a couple times, giving a few vague signs he knew the boy likely wouldn’t understand. His friend sighed.

“Si tu les dis…” There was a pause, silent but for the sounds of the fight in the courtyard, a mix of yelling and the sound of stone cracking filtering over to them. Link sat up slowly, turning his gaze towards the fighting.

Their view was still mostly blocked by foliage, but he could make out what looked like All Might and some type of bird-headed muscle-beast. He frowned and glanced at Aoyama.

“I’ll be right behind you.” He said, reassuring despite the slight hesitancy in his tone. Link nodded and climbed out of the bush, inching towards the courtyard. They passed the treeline quickly enough, and slipped around the edge of the battlefield as they caught sight of three of their classmates hovering near the stairs, two more going up with a battered Aizawa being carried between them. Link paused at the sight of his teacher, half-dead and unconscious, and spared a glance back at the monstrous form currently fighting All Might as he started moving again, Aoyama practically clinging to him as they reached the group at the bottom of the stairs.

“Link! Aoyama!” Kirishima exclaimed, the first to notice them. “We weren’t sure where you ended up. You guys good?” He asked. Bakugou cut in before Aoyama could respond for the both of them.

“You look like shit, both of you. Did you spend this whole time rolling around in a bush or something?” They glanced at each other at that, missing the momentary change in the other three’s expressions at their somewhat fearful gazes.

“Or something.” Aoyama said with a tone of finality. The explosive boy grit his teeth, but backed off, attention refocusing on the fight. From this angle, Link could see Midoriya, too, propped up on his elbows and staring at All Might and the weird muscled man fight with a look of horror on his face. He gasped, taking an almost involuntary step towards the fight. Hands grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back.

“Absolutely fucking not, dumbass Gremlin. He shouldn’t even be in there, I’m not letting you anywhere near that shit.” Bakugou practically growled at him, and he blinked.

‘Since when did he care?’ Link thought, but took a couple steps back anyway. He was let go as Bakugou finally moved away from him, seemingly satisfied for the moment with his compliance.

Link glanced around, noticing Aoyama heading up the stairs to help carry Aizawa, and Todoroki eyeing him somewhat suspiciously. He returned that look, and the dichromatic boy turned away wordlessly. He turned back towards the fight too, just in time to watch All Might blast his opponent out of the USJ straight through the domed glass ceiling. He blinked, brows raised in surprise.

He knew All Might was strong, but that…

“Is this a comic book or something?” Kirishima muttered next to him, seemingly just as in shock. “It’s like he nullified the shock absorption... His brute strength is crazy.”

“What insane power… Does that mean he rushed at him so fast he couldn’t regenerate?” Bakugou murmured next. Todoroki only glowered, eyes fixed on the hole in the dome.

On the far side of the courtyard, near Midoriya, the one covered in hands seemed to throw a tantrum, stomping like a child just told he’d have to wait a while to keep playing his favorite game. The tantrum stopped as abruptly as it started, the blue-haired man turning slowly to the green-haired teen only a few meters away from him.

He lunged forward, and Link gasped, already knowing there was nothing he could do even as his feet started to move, and-

A series of gunshots rang out, and the villain crumpled to the ground. Link turned, surprised, and there at the doors of the USJ were at least a dozen heroes, headed up by Snipe, pistols still smoking from his opening shots.

Even with the two main villains disappearing behind him, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief.

It was over, for now.

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