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OK, so I read your interactive fanfiction and can I just say that it's genius? My mind was blown. Like, this is the type of thing that inspires me to keep writing my random ideas and trying to do my best because I want to do cool things like that.

I am shaking!😭😭😭 That is so sweet of you!!🩷💛 Thank you so much🥹 I'm so glad to hear that my fic inspired you to keep writing ☺️ please never stop, art gives flavour to the world and every individual creator adds their own spice✨✨

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/21808657

This is my most liked fic on AO3 so I'm (re)posting it here for anyone who might want to read it but doesn't know about it

Summary/the ask that requested this:

HI! If you're after LU requests, how about the group finds out about Wild's ability to ride nearly anything. Like Seals and bears and Lynels (if only for a short while on that last one). They first discover this after Wild rocks up at the Stable they are staying at, attempting to board a Stalhorse. At this point, the stable hand is just happy it's not the Lord of The Mountain. Again.

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We Fight For Nothing

Musical vibe^

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CHAPTER 3 IS UP!! Enjoy queers! (you too non-queers ;) )

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Chapter 2 Out Now! Get it while it's hot!

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A Poisoned Chalice

Chapter 1

As soon as Warriors saw the army-sized horde of monsters he knew it was going to be a long day. The Links had been travelling together for months and the packs of monsters they had encountered during that time were less than half the mob they currently faced. They had covered the forest in this Hyrule fairly easily, only a few stray bokoblins bothering them. Yet the minute they stepped out into the vast openness of the prairie they were spotted and surrounded by swarms of monsters that had been a trademark feature in his Hyrule ever since the war.

“What even are these numbers? I’ve never seen monster camps this big, even in my Hyrule,” Wild gawked. 

“It’s just our luck,” Legend grunted as he clashed swords with a moblin that towered over the grumbling hero. “As soon as we finally make it out of those goddess-damned woods we get attacked. I’m willing to bet someone’s getting nicked today. We've been far too safe for far too long.”

“Ah, always the optimist,” Warriors retorted after he impaled a chuchu, a wave of gelatinous blue gunk spreading over the grass at his feet. “Can you at least try to be positive for once?”

“Easy for you to say, Captain,” the veteran shot back. “You’re used to mobs like these.” 

Legend wasn’t necessarily wrong, but even Warriors hadn’t expected to be ambushed like this in a foreign land.

The battle raged from noon to dusk but, unbelievably, contrary to Legend’s pessimistic prediction nobody was seriously hurt. But even with everyone righteously exhausted, Twilight, their current Hyrule’s patron, noted that there was a village nearby where the Links could spend the night instead of camping out and restock on supplies in the morning.

Without further delay, the group made their way to the village.

So with the day’s events behind him and the safety of an inn to revel in, the captain dragged his feet through the hall and stumbled into the small room he would share with Legend and Sky. After doing the bare minimum of taking off his armour and kicking off his boots he flopped onto the bed, thoroughly worn-out.

 

“I know you’re tired, but don’t you want to get more comfortable?” Sky asked, noticing Warriors’ less-than-cosy position. The hero simply grumbled in reply as he sat up and took off his tunic, launching it to the far side of the room before he fell back onto his pillow and closed his eyes. Sky sighed. “That’s not exactly what I meant.”

Warrior slept like a rock the minute his head hit the pillow. The bed was comfortable and warm, and the room was dark; the perfect atmosphere for a peaceful sleep. However, no matter how many people Warriors knew were with him, his rest was not without dreams.

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He was seated in the palace dining room for some reason, an elaborate feast spread out on the grand wooden table before him. He wouldn’t have thought it that strange if he wasn’t the only person in the room, however. Well, he and a figure he could feel staring at him from behind his back. The captain turned around to see who was standing there and found the figure to be shrouded in heavy shadows.

 They stalked closer, the darkness following them as they walked. The faceless shadow silently set a large platter of food from the feast in front of the knight. He was about to refuse the meal when his hand unconsciously picked an apple off the plate and he greedily devoured it, seemingly much to the satisfaction of the figure, who was eager to pile more food onto the plate. Again Warriors began eating against his will.

The food seemed endless, an abundant cornucopia of fresh fruit, stews, meat and vegetables.

After consuming many helpings of food Warriors was deterred by his full stomach and stopped his ravenous feasting. The figure, now next to him, lifted a spoon full of stew to his lips but the captain refused it. “I don’t want to eat anymore.” The shadow simply urged the utensil closer until Warriors had no choice but to open his mouth to protest. “I don’t-”

He almost choked as the spoon was shoved forcefully into his mouth, the offender leaving no room for protests. He wasn't sure how he could tell that the figure was growing impatient by his squirming, but he was no longer a willing participant in this feast. He reached his hand out to try and stop another onslaught of food when he found that his hands were firmly bonded to the armrests of his chair. His legs as well were bound to the floor.

“What is this? What did you do to me?” the captain said, glancing up from his bonds to look the figure in the eyes, except he was no longer there. Replacing the shadow was a man he hadn’t seen in nearly six years. “Thomas? I don’t understand. You’re supposed to be-”

“Dead? Gone? Forgotten in the middle of a nowhere region?” Thomas laughed. “Glad to disappoint you.”

“They sent you to Faron.”

“And yet here I am, willing and eager to give you the best treatment a hero could receive. Now, you must be hungry after saving the world and all. Come on, open up!”

Another spoonful of food was messily shoved into Warriors’ gawking mouth. When he recovered after nearly choking on whatever nasty concoction was shoved into his mouth- at this point he wasn’t even sure it was food- he struggled vainly against the chains securing him. He was too afraid to argue, too afraid that he would get another mouthful of whatever Thomas was feeding him. He felt sick, his stomach too full and the meal too vile to keep down.

“Aw, are you feeling unwell, Captain? That’s too bad, I almost feel sorry for what I’m about to do.”

Without warning, Thomas pried open the captain’s mouth. Warriors jaw was clamped like a vice but somehow Thomas had the otherworldly strength of Ganondorf himself and was able to separate his lips without effort. The captain saw him reach for a chalice on the table behind him. The cup was filled with a sour-smelling liquid that’s colour and fragrance reminded him too much of wine to be something else.

“Sto-” Warriors started to cry but a mouthful of alcohol followed his plea. He hastily gulped the liquid and tried to beg again, trying and failing to stop Thomas from continuing this torture. When the chalice was empty and he got a chance to breathe, the effort making his stomach hurt, he asked, “why are you doing this?”

Thomas laughed lowly, his deep voice echoing on the cavernous walls. “Why do you think I should?”

As Warriors was about to reply a feeling of weightlessness overtook him and before he was able to process his surroundings he was in a new setting entirely.

The training grounds of the castle were not an odd sight for a soldier of Hyrule, but the sheer number of training dummies left without partners to train was startling. There were over one hundred wooden dummies and nobody besides him in the courtyard.

He heard a voice on the balcony, a feminine voice like water trickling in a cavern, a quiet echo carrying her soft words. “You know what to do, Link.” It was Zelda.

The master sword was in his hand. He felt his grip on the blade tighten. He was afraid, but of what he was uncertain. He held up his sword, his grip loosening as he made a practised jab at the wooden dummy that suddenly emerged before him. The blade slid straight through the chest of a soldier that hadn’t been standing there before. Warriors jumped back, shocked and horrified by what he had just done. He recognised the face, he knew the person he had just killed!

“Don’t stop,” he heard and turned sharply to the sound of general Impa’s voice. She was calm as she took in the scene before her, and Warriors wasn’t sure if she’d witnessed the same thing he had. He reluctantly shook off his anxiety and brought his sword down on another inanimate dummy. But he was convinced this must have been a strange hallucination or test as the once-wooden figure once again turned to the flesh of a soldier he recognised. He gasped and nearly dropped his weapon when the soldier fell dead to the ground.

“Don’t just stand there! Attack them!” That was Cia! Why was she there?

He didn’t have time to think about that though as he cut and sliced dummy after dummy- soldier after soldier- killing them almost instantly, blood and gore carpeting the once clean courtyard floor.

“Do it!”

“Cut it down!”

“Fight for your kingdom!”

“Do the right thing!” They cheered as he single-handedly reduced the numbers to a mere handful.

He was shaking as he made the final attack on the last still soldier. The captain sank to the ground with a strangled cry along with the body of the man he had just slaughtered, unwilling to look the three spectators in the eyes. He was crying, feeling unbearably guilty for what he had just done. Why did he not stop? He knew every single one of the people he just killed, but he hadn’t stopped. He couldn’t hold back his sob as he looked at the dead eyes of the man before him. He shared a room with this soldier. His name was Neil. He ate with him, fought with him, and finally killed him. He wanted to scream, he wanted to attack whoever was responsible for this rampage, but he only had himself to blame.

He felt the familiar taste of bile before he was startled by the feeling of hands wrapping around his throat.

What was happening?!

Warrior woke with a start, the leftover emotions from his dream prominent on his face. He was shaking. He felt sick to his stomach. He gagged and jumped to his feet, looking for the bucket of drinking water Legend had collected for the room. He threw the water out, not caring about the soaked wood under his feet and knelt in front of the bucket. He heaved and retched until he felt his abs ache. He couldn't even remember half of his dream yet he was still terrified of whatever had caused this reaction. He couldn't make himself go back to sleep. Through the adrenalin, he still felt so tired but he would rather keel over than reimagine whatever nightmares his mind had conjured up.

Warrior took several deep breaths, but he couldn’t control the flow of tears streaming down his cheeks. He choked on a sob, trying to stay quiet for his companions’ sakes. But it seemed Legend had already woken up to the sound of his retching.

"What's wrong?" Legend asked groggily, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he shifted in his bed. "I heard someone being sick." He looked around the dark room and spotted Warriors on the floor. "Pretty boy? Are you okay?"

Warriors bristled at the nickname but let it roll off his back. After debating on how to answer the question he decided that lying to Legend wouldn’t get him anywhere since the vet would simply just pry an answer out of him anyway. He couldn’t give Legend the whole truth though, even if he wanted to. “I’m fine,” he said shakily, exhaustion still thick in his voice. “Just a bad dream. Go back to sleep.”

“That must have been some dream if you’re losing your lunch over it.” Warriors didn't have the will to comment on Legend's statement. Instead, he kept silent, his mind already swimming with vague images of his dream. Legend rolled his eyes so far back he looked possessed. “Well, I don’t know about you but I can’t sleep in the same room with a bucket of puke. I’ll come with you to throw it out but I’m not touching that,” he said and Warriors almost heard the genuine concern in his voice.

“How generous,” he huffed but accepted the company nonetheless. “Just don’t make a big deal out of this,” he said. As he stood he felt his pants cling to his legs and noticed with annoyance that the water he threw out of the bucket was all over the floor and his trousers. “Great,” he muttered.

“Better change those pants. There’s a chill in the air and we don’t need you getting more sick than you just were.”

“I wasn’t-”

“Yeah, yeah, just cool it. Now come on, you look like you need some air.”

After a quick change of clothes, Warriors followed Legend outside. Sky- by some divine miracle- was still fast asleep so they quietly shut the door behind them.

They were silent as they walked through the corridor and down the stairs, nobody willing to make small talk or ask questions. But Warriors could feel Legend’s eyes on him, looking for any reason or excuse to bring up what had happened in the room. Finally when they reached the outside Legend spoke.

“I’ll take care of this,” he said, scrunching his face and gesturing to the gross bucket the knight was carrying. “Just go back to bed.”

“But you said-” the captain started to argue, but he was promptly cut off by Legend’s exasperated response.

“I know what I said, just go before I make a scene.”

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“Did you not hear me?” the veteran screeched and Warriors couldn’t hold back a snort. He held up his hands placatingly and went back inside to the room. He eyed his bed for a long moment before deciding that pretending to sleep was probably the only way to get Legend off his back for now. He got under the blankets and closed his eyes, trying his hardest to look convincingly at peace while his mind was still racing with fear and guilt.

About half an hour later he heard the door creak open. He could hear Legend speaking muffled nonsense as he got into the bed next to him. Warriors did his best to even out his breathing to fool the veteran. There was a brief pause. He could feel Legend’s eyes burning a hole in his skull before he heard an audible huff and the sound of a body hitting a soft mattress.

He was about to celebrate his successful hoodwink when he heard the vet mutter, “go to sleep.”

He wished it was that easy.

A gigantic thank you to @autumnalchemist for being my beta❤❤ Much appreciated, friend😊

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There For You

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LU Server Prompt Challenge: 'In with the new'

Wind glanced around the group thoughtfully as the nine heroes sat down to eat beside the fire. He had been gnawing on a question for quite a while but didn’t think it was important enough to ask, but now that the group had a nice conversational mood going he allowed his curiosity to guide his tongue. “Why do you all wear the same outfit every day?” Seconds after he said it, though, he wondered if he had used a poor choice of words as everyone’s heads turned to him at the question, wearing varying expressions of offense and surprise.

“That’s um-” Wild seemed to actually be considering the question, if his furrowed brow and steepled fingers were anything to go by. “That’s actually a good question, Wind.” After a while, he just shrugged. “I have no idea, to be honest. I have an entire wardrobe of armour with me. I just never thought to change since the Champion's Tunic is just so comfortable to travel in and with this killjoy here,” he said, glancing pointedy at Twilight who uttered an indignant 'hey!' , "I can't just warp to shrines to get around my Hyrule... Huh, guess I answers my own question. But still, it wouldn't hurt to try something new."

That was Wild's opinion, but everyone still looked genuinely contemplative.

“Why did it never occur to me to change my clothes?" Legend exclaimed. "I mean- none of us even had the chance to take a bath in like two weeks,” Legend was incredulous, for some reason. He pointed an accusing finger at the general crowd, “you all smell terrible.”

There was a stunned pause at the veteran's outburst. Time coughed, “well it’s not too late. I think it’s high time we all put on some clean clothes anyway.”

“I am always fresh and clean,” Warrior defended. He took a sniff of the air and his face twisted into a slight grimace. “Though I suppose it couldn't hurt to change things up a bit,” he concluded.

Everyone made their way over to their respective possessions to rummage for a new set of clothes, having decided that it was finally time for an outfit change.

“Hope that answered your question.” Four said to Wind who had been watching the whole interaction from his place at the fire.

“What? Oh, yeah. Sure.” He’d completely forgotten he’d asked the question that sparked the group’s eagerness to get out of their dirty clothes.

The only people who seemed perfectly content with what they were wearing were Hyrule, Sky, Four, and himself. He was a pirate after all. He had endured worse conditions and after spending days on a little boat in the ocean clean clothes were no longer a priority or even a concern. Not so for the others.

Surprisingly, Wild was very invested in his collection. As he scrolled through his slate he started picking articles of clothing from it, holding it up and tossing it aside in favour of looking for something else. After a while, he had a sizable pile of clothes next to him that looked more like a scrap pile than a wardrobe and it only continued to grow.

Jeez, how much clothes does he have?

Legend’s pile was also quite large and sported silk, lace and furs of all kinds scattered across the floor of the clearing. There were a number of random extravagant pieces on the surface that Wind could see. They didn’t look like armour though. In fact, they were more akin to costumes and disguises than actual casual outfits. A few well-tailored dresses were also among the bulk of cloth.

Time had already changed. He donned his classic green heroes tunic but wore a red cap instead of the matching green. His boots, oh Hylia, his boots were made of the same rough leather as the other pair, but now had detachable iron soles.

"Time, what on Earth are you wearing? " asked Wind, who was starting to regret decision of letting his curiosity get the better of him.

"What?" Time questioned. "They're detachable."

"Yes, but why are they attached? You're wearing half your body weight on your feet!"

"You underestimate me, Sailor. Watch this." And then he did a backflip wearing iron fucking boots.

"...Fair enough," Wind conceded, baffled but appeased.

Twilight was in the process of changing into the most ostentatious set of armour Wind had ever seen. Though Twilight smiled as he put it on, the gear was most certainly not the most comfortable choice.

Warrior was wearing… what was he wearing?

“Bah! Choices are a curse!” Wild shouted after ten minutes of nitpicking.

“Oh come on, just pick something. Be practical.” Twilight said though he was the last person to talk wearing armour he could barely walk in. Seriously though, the breastplate and pauldrons looked like they were made of solid gold, as well as the boots. The thing even came with a matching crown thingy. It was a mystery how he could even stand upright without being crushed by the sheer weight of all that heavy metal. Time may be able to execute a perfect backflip wearing heavy metal on his feel, but if Twilight could prove to take just one step while wearing that trashy armour, Wind would never recover from the shock.

Wild groaned. Beside him, Legend groaned too. The veteran had also been struggling with choices.

“You know what? Fuck it. Wild you choose my outfit and I’ll choose yours. Deal?”

Wild considered the offer, then shrugged, ready to give up on his hunt too. “Sure.”

The pair swapped places and looked over their options. With a smirk, Wild had selected a skirt, top, and hair bow in a very indiscreet hot pink. He had also picked out some golden slippers that looked far too dainty for Legend's big feet. Legend chose… a skull...type...thing? He also picked out a pair of mechanical looking greaves and a suit of metal armor that looked like the sleeves’ were made of repurposed accordions.

“Ok lads. We’ve waited long enough. Models present your outfits!” Wind announced. If they were going to treat picking outfits like fashion show preparation, might as well make an event out of it.

“Is this really necessary?” Sky piped up before being hushed by Four and Wind.

“Hush now!” Time repeated.

Legend came out first, sporting a very short skirt with his signature No Pants™ rule blessedly ignored in favour of including a pair of cute white shorts. A big hot pink bow topped the outfit that nearly matched the pink in his hair. He looked confident and energetic as he jogged his way out from behind a tree.

He trotted all the way out, chanting some obscure cheer that the heroes obliged to clap to.

“This wasn’t exactly what I meant by practical," He admitted, "but I guess it’s not very restrictive-” Overall, Legend looked rather content with his outfit.

Wild came out next looking like a mixture of savage cave hermit, ancient warrior, and immobile tin man.

“-That on the other hand.”

“You really have no fashion sense, do you?” Wild asked Legend, who tried to hide his snicker behind his matching pink pom-poms.

The group had a good laugh at the poorly dressed hero's expense after that.

Warrior appeared after the laughter died down. The party had forgotten about him, too caught up in the mess with Wild and Legend to notice what he was wearing.

“Oh Hylia,” Twilight said. He stared mouth agape, at Warrior who wore little to nothing in the colour white. A pair of tight white shorts that hugged his thighs like an overexcited redead, an equally tight midriff top, and a red cap with a black rim. He also had a sign attached to his back for some reason. The shock was palpable withing the crowd of Links.

“What?" Warrior pouted. "It’s practical.”

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Just Be Happy

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Maybe some bonding between Warriors and Twilight? I think we don't see too much of that

I made it a Modern!AU! Hope you like it, my friend.

Twilight was asleep in his shared apartment having a good dream about playing with the kids in Ordon and eating ice-cream. He was a light sleeper, though, so he was able to wake up to the slightest sound. The walls were as thin as paper in this complex so the sound of quiet sniffles coming from the room next to his sounded as if it was right next to Twilight. At first, he tried to ignore it, hoping his roommate was just struggling with a cold. But then Twilight heard the choked sob that came with the sniffles.

Twilight sighed and, with much difficulty, extracted himself from the warm goose-down bed set and pulled himself from the mattress. He slid into his fuzzy bunny slipper and tiptoes to the other room. He could still hear the soft crying from the other side of the door. Twilight knocked once.

Nothing.

He knocked again and this time a response came. “I’m fine, Twi. Go to sleep.” Warriors had always been bad at lying. Twilight had his suspicions about what could be wrong, but he wanted to get it out of him.

“Come on Warri, I know there’s something wrong.” Twilight tried not to sound too demanding. “Please open up.”

Twilight heard footsteps coming closer before the door slowly slid open. Warriors was standing on the other side of the doorframe, tear tracks on his cheeks and the forming droplets of more tears held in place in his eyes.

“Oh, what’s wrong, Warri?” Twilight asked, concern softening his voice.

Warrior sniffled again. “Noth-” he began before he choked on his tears and the unshed tears in his eyes began to fall. He sighed, knowing he couldn’t lie and say it was just allergies. Twilight brought him into a tight hug, rubbing circles on the other’s back to try and calm him down. It took a bit of time, but eventually, Warriors was ready to talk. He took a deep breath. “He broke up with me,” he confessed, “over text.”

Twilight was angry now. He was mad and he wasn’t going to let that slide. “Get dressed,” he told Warriors, leaving no room for protest, and Warriors, although thoroughly confused and still very upset, obliged.

Twilight had ordered him to get into his pickup truck and they were currently stopped at the 7/11 close to their apartment. Twilight had gone in, bought a dozen eggs and toilet paper and returned to the truck with a look of pure mischief on his face.

“What’s that for?” Warriors asked, his nervousness clear in his voice.

“You’ll see.”

The pair drove in silence, the only sound being Twilight’s track of Johnny Cash playing in the background. Then they stopped at an average suburban house with a silver Audi minivan parked in the driveway.

.“Quickly, come on,” Twilight said, jumping out of the car. “Bring the eggs.”

“Why are you whispering?” Warrior asked, but he was shushed and just shut his mouth.

Twilight took an egg from the carton, an evil smirk on his face and he launched the oval-shaped object at the windshield of the minivan.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Warrior asked in a panic.

“We’re getting revenge on that jerk that broke your heart,” Twilight explained. “Now give me another egg.”

“Twi, this isn’t his house. He moved three weeks ago.”

Twilight froze, his mischievous expression becoming more and more panicked. “Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“I didn’t know you were going to vandalise someone’s car!”

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?” came a man’s deep voice from further up the driveway. Sure enough there was a burly old man standing by the front door holding a shotgun.

Uh oh.

“Run!” Twilight ordered.

The pair escaped to the car and drove away, though a bullet did make its way through the back window of Twi’s truck. They drove away, the curses and gunfire following them down the street until they finally got away onto the main road. There was a shocked silence…

Then the pair simply burst out laughing.

“Oh boy, I thought that guy was gonna blow our heads off,” Twilight said, still in a laughing fit.

“Our heads? You threw the first egg, you weirdo,” Warrior claimed in his own defence.

When the two had finally reached their apartment their laughter had died down to giggles.

Twilight smiled. “Hey,” he said, stopping Warriors from leaving to his room. “Feel better?”

Warrior copied his smile and nodded. “Yeah. Who needs people like him anyway?”

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A lil fic prompt? Wolfie gets caught in a bear trap??

This turned out waaaay more not-about-the-bear-trap and more angsty (but not with a happy ending. Sorry, my friend)

Striding across the forest path, the Links jumped at the sound of their name. As usual, the postman arrived to deliver the group’s male. The poor confused postman always hands the stack of letters to Sky, assuming him to be the only Link.

“Thank you very much,” Sky says to the mailman upon his retreat and examines the scripts written on each envelope. “Alright, I have one for War, one for myself, and...hmm” Sky hums, bringing the letter closer to his face so he can scan the text. “One for Twilight,” he finally concludes.

“For me? I never get letters,” Twilight murmured.

Twilight took the offered note and looked for who had signed it. “It’s from Ilia?” That immediately gladdened the Ordonian as he began to read over the letter, though the content was far from what he had hoped it to be.

“What’s wrong? You’re frowning,” Wild asked carefully.

Twilight heard the question, but words failed him. A weight settled in his stomach. A chill ran down his spine as he continued to read. He felt his breathing quicken as tears moistened his eyes and cheeks. Once he was down to the final signature he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He brought his hand to his mouth, struggling to hide his sob. His back was facing the group, but he could feel their presence surrounding him.

“Twi? Are you okay, pup?”

...Colin’s gone...

Twilight fled down the path the group were meant to tread, hearing their shouts and calls but ignoring their words. He wiped at his eyes and tried to calm down but he couldn’t stop himself from weeping. He shifted and continued running, not watching his feet, just moving as quickly as he could through the dense trees. He did not see the trap buried in the undergrowth - it was deliberately hidden to catch victims unaware. He wouldn't have expected it; animal traps were banned in Hyrule and have been since Zelda became queen. Those that remained were old, rusty, and covered in muck.

Twilight's strides were long, pushing off through the spongy earth and propelling him forward in a steady rhythm. The small click caught his attention but it was too late; his heel slammed into the trap, triggering the metal teeth that rip into his flesh. He screamed.

He was still screaming as he hit the ground. The trap was clamped around his left leg and the air was filled with the stench of blood gushing from the wound.

White-hot pain shot up his leg as he rolled on his back grasping his shin, trying to release the metal clamp. Twilight’s vision blurred and speckled, he stilled and the throbbing eased a little so he attempted to crawl, dragging himself through the dirt and creating a trench in the tall grass and soil. He managed less than a meter before he vomited and blacked out.

 Twilight woke to the sound of chattering. He opened his eyes, surprised to find that he was in his human form, a thick bandage wrapped around his injured leg. However, the wound was far from painful and the bandage was not soaked in blood as he had assumed.

‘Must be the potion taking effect,’ he concluded.

“Hey, you up?” Time said, coming over to sit next to the farmhand.

“Just about.”

Time gave a small smile before his expression changed to that of concern. “What happened, Pup? What was in that letter?”

Twilight had nearly forgotten. The letter…

“It said that… one of the kids on the ranch was-was,” Twilight tried to continue, but he began shaking, another sob overtaking him. “They’re gone, Time!”

Time hugged Twilight to his chest, holding him in a tight embrace and just letting the young man cry.

I'll do this promot some justice in another fic.

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Requests are open, right? Well then, I dare you to hurt Wind without using Aryll or his Grandma or anyone on Outset Island. I guess this turned into more of a challenge than a prompt, but I'm curious to see what you'll come up with. ^u^

Wind was hurting, crying bitterly as he tried to fall asleep. He couldn’t believe what he’d done, he could hardly believe what was happening around him right now.

“Hyrule, pass me the gauze, will ya,” Legend asked nonchalantly in a vain effort to mask his panic.

Warrior was dying and it was all Wind’s fault. He was stupid! He didn’t watch where he was going and broke his ankle right before they were swarmed by an attack. He’d been given the last potion they had to heal so that he could fight. Who could have predicted that they would need that potion right now?

No! It was WInd’s fault. He left Warrior exposed from behind so the Moblin could get in an attack. Wind had caused everything.

The youngest sobbed into his pillow. He tried to mute the sound of his crying, but Sky took notice and came over to the little hero.

“He’ll be alright, Sailor. Don’t you worry.” Sky tried to calm Wind down, but he couldn’t be swayed. He felt immense guilt and sadness that his older brother was suffering on account of his own failure to foresee future accidents.

“Sky,” WInd choked out, “i-is it my f-fault?”

“Hylia, of course, it’s not your fault! What gave you that idea?”

“It i-is though. I took the last potion. A-and I didn’t watch his back.”

“No, Wind. Don’t think like that. One potion wouldn’t even be enough right now.” Sky tried to reassure the young hero, but the statement only served to highlight how bad the situation was.

“But still! It could have helped,” Wind said, frustrated that the sky hero wasn’t understanding.

“Hyrule and Legend are doing everything in their power to get the captain in tip-top shape. Are you saying you don’t believe they can do it?” Sky said teasingly, trying to lighten the mood.

“N-no. No, they can do it.” Wind wasn’t sure if he truly believed himself.

“See? They got this. Warrior will be good as new in a few days.”

Wind glanced over in the direction in which the operation was taking place and saw the determined look on the healers’ faces and Warrior’s own still, bloody form.

Wind really wasn’t sure if he believed his optimism, but he relied on his words-to-live-by.

Fake it till you make it, big guy. He’ll be fine.

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Slight Accidental Angst™ at the end, migraines, Modern AU. Am I missing something? Don’t think so.

Have Fun reading this kinda trash fic!

Twilight had had a long day. As a college student with a part-time job, his schedule was a bit more hectic than the average Joe’s. When Twilight got home at the ungodly hour of two in the morning he was understandably exhausted. So you could imagine his frustration when he woke up at three AM to the sound of retching coming from the bathroom.

Twilight groaned, turned over on the bed and covered his head with his pillow, though his effort to try and ignore the noises was futile. With a grumble, Twilight got out of bed, dragging his feet until he made it to the source of the sounds. He knocked gently on the bathroom door, forgetting his earlier crankiness in favour of being more sympathetic towards his roommate. “Warri? You in there?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

Warrior continued to heave, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls before he emerged a minute later, following the flush of the toilet. He looked terrible. His hair was tangled, he was hunched over with his blanket pulled over his head, shielding his eyes from the light, and he looked a bit green around the gills.

“Woah,” Twilight uttered when he saw Warrior’s weak frame. “You do not look okay.”

Warrior gave a breathy laugh and leaned against the doorframe. “Yeah, well, I don’t exactly feel okay either.” Twilight tried to look sympathetic, but he was really tired so his slight frown looked more like a judgmental scowl. “Sorry if I woke you up,” Warrior said suddenly. “I just really wasn’t feeling good.”

“Dude, it’s okay, just get your ass to bed and we’ll call it even.”

Warrior nodded, drew his blanket further over his head to make a makeshift cloak and waddled back to bed. Twilight watched Warrior leave before he returned to his own room. He wondered how his roommate could handle having such bad headaches for two straight days. More often than not he’d get migraines that last for about 24 hours or so, and, honestly, Twilight felt sorry for the guy.

The young college student returned to bed, though he couldn’t help the worry that snaked around him for his friend. He fell asleep eventually, but just enough that he could be woken up by the slightest sound.

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Warrior felt like shit.

He’d been getting migraines since he was ten but they never got any easier to handle. As he lay in his twin-sized bed, staring at the painted image of the galaxy on his ceiling, he could only focus on the painful throbbing in his skull, nausea, and dizziness that wouldn’t surrender to good old Pepto-Bismol, and his complete inability to tolerate the dimmest light. He was just glad he didn’t have an exam that day. Engineering was no joke and he was 100% certain he would not have been able to focus.

Suddenly, another bout of intense nausea churned Warrior’s stomach and he groaned in discomfort. He half expected Twilight to make him an ice pack like he always did when a migraine would sneak up on him, but he understood that Twi was just tired and needed sleep. It was fine. He was fine.

But he actually wasn’t that fine. His mouth started tasting sour and filling with saliva. An odd pushing sensation in his throat told him that he needed to move, and fast.

Warrior sprang out of bed as fast as he could manage and nearly sprinted to the bathroom only to come just short of the door before he doubled over and disgorged his stomach contents on the hallway floor.

“…shit,” He muttered once he was sure he was done. He wanted to die right then and there. He was so embarrassed! Not only would Twi find him surrounded by his own sick, but the ache behind his eyes also intensified when the hallway light suddenly switched on.

Twilight appeared in the doorway, surprise covering his face until it was taken over by concern. “You really aren’t feeling good, are you?” He asked, eyeing the mess Warrior made.

“Sorry,” the captain replied sheepishly.

“S’fine. I’ll clean it up,” Twilight offered, though by the way he scrunched up his nose he wasn’t too keen on the idea. “Go sit in the kitchen. I’ll make you something to eat.”

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Warrior sat down at the kitchen table, his head rested on his crossed arms. After retrieving his baby blanket from his room and throwing it over his shoulders, Warrior was out like a light. Twilight had thankfully managed to clean up the mess (thank Hylia they didn’t have a carpet) and made his way over to the fridge after shaking Warrior awake. “Alright, all we have is some soup?”

“What kind of soup?” Warrior asked groggily, rubbing his eyes and stretching.

“Uh… chicken.”

Warrior shrugged. “Why not? Sounds good,” he said before returning his head to his arms lying on the table.

Twilight hummed and got to work heating the soup on the stove. He felt he needed to make conversation seeing as Warrior was probably feeling pretty abashed about the whole situation from earlier. “So,” Twilight began, “How long have you been feeling like this?”

“About three hours,” came Warrior’s muffled answer. “I took some ibuprofen, but that never seems to help.”

Twilight walked over to the freezer and procured an ice pack from the depths of the cold box. He handed it over to Warrior who took it tentatively and placed it over his head which was still resting against his other arm.

“Thanks,” Warrior said softly. “What would I do without you?”

“You would perish,” Twilight responded and Warrior swallowed audibly.

“…oh.”

The room was silent for a beat before the pair burst out laughing.

Once the laughter died down Twilight declared that the soup was done and dished a small bowl for the young migraineur. “Breakfast is served.”

“Thank you, my good man.” Warrior took a tentative sip of the hot soup, then another, and another. It did nothing to cure his headache but it sure tasted good. “I still feel like shit, but at least I’m not hungry.”

“Thank you for looking at the positives.”

Warrior leaned his head back down on his arms and sighed. “I’m not having a good time. Why does this happen?”

Twilight patted Warrior’s back and set his hand on his shoulder. “I can’t tell you my friend, but rest assured, it’ll all be over in a few hours.”

Warrior scoffed “Or days. And then it will just happen again in a month or two.”

“Maybe Hyrule can help. He’s a great healer. Have you ever asked him?”

“Of course I asked him. I asked him first in fact. I asked Legend, too. He said there’s nothing he can do.” The pain in Warrior’s skull spiked and he shut his eyes tightly in an effort to minimise the sharpness of it. “I just- I don’t think I can live like this my whole life.”

Now Twilight was extra worried. Those kinds of thoughts are the cause of stupid decisions. “Warri, listen to me. You’re going to be fine. There are way more good things in life than this one bad thing.”

“But-”

“No. You aren’t going to let this get to you. You’re stronger than that. Repeat after me: I’m stronger than this.”

Warrior rolled his eyes and gave an almost imperceptible smile. “’ I’m stronger than this’,” he repeated.

“Damn right you are. Now get back to bed. Don’t let me catch you with that negative attitude again, you hear?”

“I hear. Thanks, Twi.”

Twilight ruffled Warrior’s hair and sent him off to bed with a friendly pat on the back.

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This is pretty much garbage, but hey… it’s finished.

In case you’re wondering what it’s like to suffer migraines, here’s a video for you.

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Sky fluff for Ranger

Just a little note for all Skyloftians: I’ve never played SS so pardon me if my facts are off.

@castletownranger I hope you enjoy your trip, my friend! ❤️

The only thing better than seeing Sky’s crimson loftwing for the first time in six months would be seeing his Zelda for the first time in six months. Sky pondered the saying: “Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” as the party ventured forth to Skyloft. The Skyloftian giggled to himself like a kid the closer they got to their destination and skipped the path that paved the surface world where flowers bloomed along the edge of the trail.

“And? What’s got you so giddy?” Legend inquired from behind the happy hero.

“Well, what’s not to be happy about? I’m back home, I get to see Zelda-”

A collective drawn-out ‘Oh,” resounded from the group, some accompanied by cheerful chuckles at the confirmation of what they’d already assumed.

“What?” Sky asked almost petulantly.

“No, it’s nothing. We’re just keenly aware of your relationship with your Zelda. It’s not exactly a secret that you can’t wait to see her,” Twilight answered.

Sky blushed furiously, the red tinge reaching the tips of his ears. “I just missed her, is all.”

“Yeah, that’s all,” Legend said sarcastically.

“No shame in having a love interest,” Warrior reassured. “Having a partner in life is something a lot of people strive for.”

Time smiled dreamily at the comment and placed a firm hand on Sky’s shoulder. “If we want to meet the one who stole your heart we best get going then, shall we.” Time smirked.

Sky smiled back, his eyes shining with excitement.

The local hero brought his fingers to his lips and blew the loudest whistle he could create, causing the surrounding party members to cover their ears.

Sky laughed sheepishly. “Sorry.”

Before he could be reprimanded, however, a large, red bird soared down from the clouds and landed in front of the group of heroes, towering above them.

“Woah,” Wind awed over the giant creature before him. “It’s HUGE.”

“Yeah, she is. And she’s going to carry us to Skyloft.”

***

One by one the Links landed on the face of the floating island, some awestruck while others were nervous. Sky paid no attention to the others, though. All of his focus was taken up by the figure standing centimetres away from him. Flaxen hair rolling over delicate shoulders. Piercing, intelligent blue eyes meeting his and a soft, small hand reaching out to meet his cheek. Sky almost wept with joy the moment Zelda drew him in for a hug. Sky could do nothing but hug her back and furrow his head into the crook of her neck.

When they separated Sky looked into her face- really looked- and saw just how perfect Zelda was.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder…

No.

How could he possibly feel more fond of this perfect woman that he felt right now?

Sky cradled Zelda’s smooth face in his hands before slowly bringing her closer. Then the gap closed and Sky savoured the moment.

He knew this would only come again in another six months.