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[occasionallyprosie]

*yeets hearts and love towards you*

i’m so sorry things have been stressful and just sorta bad recently!! don’t even feel bad about not posting, get some rest!! i hope things get better soon and that you have a great day/night!!

I appreciate it, thanks kiwi! 🩷

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sorry for the lack of actual interaction lately, ive been in a bit of a low point motivation wise as well as extra energy between work and school, as well as family stuff. i did promise yall updates and i swear i will get to that soon

vent beneath the cut

its just, ive been trying to come on and at least reblog whatever cool things i come across. i swear i am trying its hard to do anything except work and school.

this gets rather personal, but i really do need a vent and i don’t really have anyone to do that with irl. so.... sorry y'all, you get to deal with me

im so stressed right now, im moving out from my parents into on campus housing this fall semester, and that's really expensive. my big thing is im absolutely terrified of taking out loans, ive been working so much lately trying to build up my savings to cover those costs, and then finals are next week and we're celebrating my birthday and my brother's birthday this weekend. i have next to no time to study, my gpa is at risk of dropping if i screw up this stupid microeconomics exam, i need to keep working bc like an idiot i have an actual work ethic and feel awful when i can work but don’t, and also because i need money. not to mention how much ive been hearing my parents talk about finances these days, i have an older brother in school and hes doing nothing to pay for it. we have two other siblings that need to make it through school and from my pov, hes not even trying to pay for his schooling but complains about me using my little free/down time to rest while he needs to help around the house??? they stress me out. work is starting to do so as well. school always has but its hitting that finals peak.

i just... i cant wait until i can stop for a bit. if this is adulthood i dont want it

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if you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to live in the midwest, this is it. 

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Warning: Blood

Oops..

Hyrule is used to seeing wounds and blood but panics 1000 times more when he sees his own blood.

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Hello and good day to all my fellow Legend of Zelda fans!

As you may or may not be aware we in the Legend of Zelda fandom have been having some troubles when it comes to tagging on A03. Mostly that the only tags that seem to be available to tag various Links with was the Linked Universe specific tags. Which led to writers either trying to make their own tags (which no one knew how to find) or inaccurately using Linked Universe Tags. Neither of which were fair to creators writing outside of Linked Universe, or fair to the Linked Universe community (let alone JoJo herself!).

People trying to tag their non-Linked Universe fics were either scrambling to be found or blending their words in with Linked Universe works. And Linked Universe fans who were searching for Linked Universe fics ended up stumbling across fics they weren’t looking for.

So, with that in mind, I reached out to the A03 team in search of a solution. And they have gotten back to me! I am going to post a picture of their reply under the cut, but I will summarize it first.

There (now? I’m not clear if they’ve all existed before) are tags we can use for most of our various Links that aren't Linked Universe. They’re just not tags that go in the “Character” box. Instead, you put Link (Legend of Zelda) in the character box and then one (or more) of these tags into the “Additional Tags” box. The tags are ‘Link from X game’. So, for example: Link from Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom (Legend of Zelda) or Link from Twilight Princess (Legend of Zelda). If you try to put a specific Link in and they don’t exist already you’ll just have to fill it in unfortunately. And the more people use that tag the sooner it will be made into one that’s canonized.

Mind you! These tags should NOT be used for Linked Universe fanfictions. JoJo has explicitly asked that Linked Universe fanworks NOT be tagged with general Legend of Zelda tags. And that is what these are. So please leave these tags for those of us writing outside of Linked Universe.

I did a little experimenting and there seems to be a tag for every game EXCEPT;

“Link from Four Swords Adventures (Legend of Zelda)”,

“Link from The Legend of Zelda (Legend of Zelda)”,

“Link from The Adventures of Link (Legend of Zelda)”, and

“Link from Age of Calamity (Legend of Zelda)”.

There is also no tag for:

“The Hero of Men (Legend of Zelda)” (or whatever title could be used for the hero before Link from The Minish Cap)

But there are Character tags for “Ancient Hero (Legend of Zelda)” and “Hylia’s Chosen Hero (Legend of Zelda)” (who I believe is the First Hero).

The more we, as a fandom, use these tags (especially the ones that aren’t currently searchable) the more readily usable they will be.

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About the AO3 "No Guest Comments for a while" warning

If you're not following any of AO3's social media accounts you might be in the dark as to what kind of "spam comments" have engendered this banner at the top of the site:

These spam comments have been posted about a great deal on the AO3 subreddit for the past couple of days. Initially they comprised a bunch of guest (logged out users) bot comments that insulted authors by suggesting they were using AI and not writing their own fics. Some examples, from the subreddit:

But it then escalated to outright graphic porn images and gifs being posted in comments, again by logged out 'Guest' accounts. Obviously, I'm not going to give examples of those, but between these two bot infestations, AO3 has clearly decided to act and has temporarily closed the ability to post comments for users who are not logged in with an AO3 account.

Unfortunately, this means that genuine readers who don't have an AO3 account won't be able to leave comments on fics that they enjoy.

If you are a genuine reader who doesn't yet have an AO3 account, I strongly suggest getting yourself on the waiting list for one. More and more AO3 authors are now locking their fics down to registered users only - either due to these bot comments or concerns about AI scraping their work - which means you're probably missing out on a lot of great stuff.

Hopefully guest commenting will be enabled again at some point soon, but I suggest not waiting until then. Get yourself on that list.

Wait times are going to be longer than usual at the moment, due to the current Wattpad purge [info on Fanlore | Wattpad subreddit thread], but if you're in line, then your invite will come through eventually.

Update: There's now a Megathread about this on the AO3 subreddit.

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DHKAJDKAHSLAHAKSKSJAKHAJ

HELLO???

When you said you made a thing I wasn't expecting 2 minutes?!?!?! That's so cool! You're amazing, thank you so much!!

"Devotion" by @occasionallyprosie is a great fic! I love her interpretation of Legend so much. I think Devotion's mix of heroism, tiredness, and love really fits the name and so I wrote a piece to convey that. Here you go, and I hope you keep up the great work!

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Summary:

Legend’s eyes widened as he searched his pockets and felt his back only to feel nothing at all. He swallowed thickly. “I brought some powerful stuff. If…”

“We’ll just have to pray to Hylia our captors don’t use them.” Warriors shrugged although he did seem worried.

“You think Hylia’s going to do any favours for you?” The sound of a young Time’s voice echoed throughout the cell.

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Febuwhump 2024, Day 20: Truth Serum

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I made a fic for @kikker-oma’s art~

Ao3 link:

Link to art:

Warnings: Blood, Temporary Character Death

Legend sat down at an inn bed with his thoughts. He tapped his foot on the carpeted floor, and looked up at the white ceiling.

“Don’t be a bully, vet. Sky doesn’t deserve that.”

Twilight’s words rang through his head, his eyes stinging. He had been pretty mean hadn’t he? 

The ranch hand was right, the chosen hero didn’t deserve Legend’s remarks. Sky was the kindest and most heroic soul the vet had met.

So why had he said those things?

The vet rubbed at his eyes, not wanting to cry.

A bully.

It made Legend want to scream. His goal was to help people right? If he couldn’t do that…if he was the exact opposite then…what use was Legend? 

The veteran wouldn’t give up so easily though. He’d try to change, and apologize to Sky. He thought over it, trying to picture what he was going to say. He hoped Sky would forgive him, no matter how futile it was. 

The veteran stood up off the bed, pulling off his blue cap and laying it on a side table. He took a deep breath and opened the door when—

“HELP!”

Legend rushed out the door and followed the cries of help, heart pounding. He found a young lady, crying and holding a man’s body. “What happened? Is he breathing?” The vet asked as he heard footsteps.

“No!” She cried. “I don’t know what to do. There are horrible monsters out there and he-he tried to fight ‘em but they were too strong.” 

He heard the captain’s voice, calling out for an explanation. The lady explained with a trembling voice and Warriors took one look at the limp, unmoving man before using chest compressions. Legend bit his lip, not sure what to do.

“What happened?” Time’s low, concerned voice made the veteran turn around.

“The lady said he tried to fight some monsters outside but couldn’t.” Legend informed.

The old man’s stoic eye trailed to the lady. “Where are these monsters and what specifically happened to him?”

“Oh Hylia.” The lady shuddered and then took a deep breath. “They have a camp real close to the inn and he didn’t wanna risk anything. One of the Moblins grabbed him by the neck and squeezed. He-he tried to get out but I heard a crack and he went unconscious. Out of blind rage I rushed at the Moblin and stabbed it with my pitchfork until it released my husband.”

“Was there any black blood?” Legend asked.

“Ye-yes. Come to think of it, I never recognized the Moblin. I just assumed it was one.” The lady mused.

“I’ll take care of the camp.” Legend decided. 

The lady’s eyes widened. “Are you a warrior or a knight or something?”

“Something like that yes.” The veteran shrugged.

“Well…I can’t stop you but, be careful.” The lady warned.

Legend gave a nod. “Slow down, vet.” Time interrupted. “You’re not taking on a camp alone.”

The vet scowled. “Why? On my adventures I was alone.”

“I don’t want to risk anything. I’ll grab the others, and we’ll all go together. Stay here.” Time said sternly.

“Fine.” Legend grumbled and the old man ran up the stairs.

After a few minutes of waiting the urge to leave and help was getting stronger. He needed to help. He was just about to go out the door when Twilight rushed over and stopped him. “And just what do you think you’re doing?” Twilight blocked the doorway.

The vet rolled his eyes. “I thought it was pretty obvious. I’m going to go help.”

The rancher shook his head. “Time gave you an easy task. To stay here. Why are you so insistent on making a choice that could get you hurt, or killed? That’s not helping anyone.” 

“B-but…” Legend’s protests stuck in his throat.

“That’s not helping anyone.”

“Bully.”

The veteran stared at the ground, trying to make a retort, prove that it was better that he did go but nothing came out. The ranch hand crossed his arms and leaned against the door, as if Legend would try to rush out now. Soon the others came, armed and ready to go. The rancher opened the door and the vet followed everyone silently. Hyrule nudged him as they walked to the camp. “You okay?”

Damn it of course his sweet successor would notice. “Yeah.” Legend nodded.

The traveller didn’t seem that convinced but he didn’t say anything. They crept to some bushes near the camp. “Four Moblins from

Hyrule’s era. Two red Wizzrobes from Wild’s era. Ton of Bokoblins from Wind’s era, and a…Lizalfos with an axe?” Time guessed.

“Daira.” Hyrule muttered.

“Weaknesses? Things to look out for?” Four prodded.

“That axe can go through shields. The Daira will throw it. Long range weapons are our best bet.” Hyrule advised.

“Wild, I suggest you fire arrows at the Daira. If it throws its axe at anybody, dodge don’t block.” Time commanded.

The champion nodded and climbed up a tree. “Two of us should go after the Wizzrobes, always keep an eye on them.”

“I can.” Hyrule and Four said at the same time.

There was an awkward pause before Time cleared his throat. “Yes, both of you can. The rest of us can do with the Moblins and the Bokoblins. Do not take more than one Moblin at once.” 

The veteran readied his sword, unsheathing it. “Let me distract them first.” Wild called in a whisper-shout.

The monsters looked at the trees, but then looked back at their fire. The cook shot an arrow at the ground near a tree, far away. The Bokoblins and Moblins went to inspect it while the Wizzrobes looked up where the arrow had been shot. Hopefully, Wild wasn’t caught. “On three.” Time whispered.

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three!”

They all leapt out of the bushes and Legend sprinted over to the Moblin with the pitchfork holes on its side. He sliced his arm clear off, and sure enough, black blood spilled out. The Moblin let out a roar and turned around, eyes fierce and hungry for revenge.

The veteran dodged a spear and ran up it, standing on the Moblin’s neck and slashing the monster’s neck repeatedly. The Moblin wailed and flung Legend off its neck. The vet landed on his neck but he got up before the spear could pierce his chest. He let out a battle cry and as Fi began to glow he impaled the beast. The Moblin whimpered and fell to the ground, disappearing in a puff of smoke. The only remains of the monster was the black blood staining Legend’s tunic. He turned around just in time to miss a sword. 

Another Moblin, snarled and picked up its dead friend’s spear. It wielded both the sword and the spear. Legend dodged both weapons with a hint of fear. He had never seen a monster double-wield like this. His resolve hardened an he grabbed his ice rod and froze it in place. He was running to lunge at it with his sword when agony reached his chest and he stumbled to the ground. 

Someone cried out his name. He had no warning when he was suddenly flung across the battlefield and he landed on the cold, bloody ground. He screamed, as his chest burned. He spotted the Moblin raising his sword to finish the veteran and Legend whimpered and tried to move but his limbs refused. He closed his eyes, heart racing as he readied himself for the blow.

It never came.

Instead he heard the beast roar in pain and the battle cry of the skyloftian. Soon something picked him up and there was a hand on the wound in his chest. “Legend?” Someone said frantically.

The vet managed to open his eyes a little and he could see the chosen there. “You’re going to be okay.” 

Sky reached to hug him, and Legend could see the tears streaming down his face. The vet coughed, a thick warm substance spilling from his mouth. Blood? That isn’t good.

“Time has the healing supplies.” Sky bit his lip, looking worriedly at Legend. “TIME COME HERE!” Sky shouted.

Sky? Oh yeah Legend was going to apologize to him. Realizing he might not make it he took a breath. “I’m so-ory I was so m-mean to you…” He coughed again. “Sky…I was-wasn’t very nice…was I?”

He hadn’t pictured apologizing like this but he hoped it worked. The grip on him got tighter as Sky held him closer. “NO! Don’t ever say that! Y-You’re the kindest of us all.” Sky shouted.

Legend blinked slowly, surprised. That…That couldn’t be right. 

“Bully.”

Sky was kind to say that. “I love you…Sky…” Legend slurred as his eyes began to droop even more.

“I love you too, Legend, so much.” The chosen replied.

Legend gave a small smile as his eyes began to close. 

At least he got to apologize.

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Sky heard footsteps and Time’s voice as the vet’s eyes closed. “Vet, stay awake. Legend, please.” Sky begged.

The vet’s head rolled to the side, his mouth not opening or moving. The old man pulled out a fairy, both of his eyes open. “I couldn’t get here. The monsters were blocking my path.” Time panted.

The skyloftian’s heart twisted painfully. He grabbed Legend’s limp wrist and searched for a pulse, only to find nothing. The vet wasn’t breathing either. Sky let go of the veteran, kneeling beside him. Sky remembered his knight training and he put all his might into chest compressions, trying to revive the vet. After what felt like forever, he heard a small weak gasp and Sky stopped. “Fairy!” Sky cried out.

Time uncorked the bottle as quickly as he could and the fairy flew out and noticed the bleeding out hero. The fairy circled Legend and the wound glowed a bright pink before it was gone. Sky picked up the veteran and thanked the fairy who chimed and flew away. The battle was done, when Sky checked. “I’m so sorry.” Time choked out. 

The chosen swallowed. “It’s not your fault.”

If only Sky could’ve done something. The old man scoffed and left to tell the others what had happened. Then they began walking back to the inn.

In those moments before Legend had died he had apologized, said he was mean. 

Where in Hylia had that come from? 

The Legend he knew was soft, with a guarded exterior. He had once seen the vet with a bunny. Legend had scooped the animal up gently cheeks burning but his violet eyes were  filled with happiness. He had also been kind to people, helping out whenever he could, lightening the mood, offering advice. 

Why had Legend thought he was mean?

“Sky, come on.” Wind’s voice brought Sky out of his thoughts.

He came inside. The man from earlier was gone and the lady from earlier was talking to the innkeeper. She noticed everyone come in and gasped. “Are you all okay?”

Four nodded. “We all just need rest. The monsters are taken care of.”

“Thank you so much. Here, have this purple rupee.” The lady handed it to the smithy and looked worriedly at the vet. “What happened?”

“He took a nasty hit, but we got a fairy.” Time informed.

Well, Legend had also died but Sky guessed the old man didn’t want to worry the lady too much. “Well I hope he’ll be alright.” The lady hummed.

Sky nodded and began to carry Legend upstairs, and bumped into the captain. Warriors paled. “Sky?”

“I’ll explain later.” The chosen murmured and set Legend gently down on the inn bed. 

He pulled out a chair and sat down, relief making his eyes sting with tears again. “Sky, you’re covered in blood.” Warriors said. “Go clean up, I can stay here with him.”

The skyloftian stood up, nodding and grabbed a spare tunic. He headed to the inn’s bathroom to clean the blood off, and he gagged at how much of the blood-Legend’s blood- was there. 

He covered his mouth as a sob escaped his throat. Hot tears poured down his cheeks and he couldn’t stop them.

He had seen Legend die.

A knock. “Sky? S’that you?” 

“Y-yeah.” Sky responded, voice thick.

“Can I come in?” Twilight asked.

“Mhm. Just washing off blood right now.” Sky answered.

The door opened and Twilight came in, looking concerned. The chosen turned on the water and began to wash the blood out of his hands and nails. “Are you okay? No wait that’s not a good question.” Twilight sighed. “How are you feeling?”

Sky watched the blood wash out of his hands and stain the water that was draining a foggy red. “M’fine.” Sky spoke softly.

“Don’t give me that.” Twilight tried. 

“What do you want me to say?” Sky asked in a cold, icy tone.

He hadn’t meant to say it like that. “Sky.” Twilight didn’t seem to care though. 

He stepped forward and hugged the chosen. “Legend’s going to be okay. It’s okay, Sky.” Twilight reassured.

Before Sky could stop himself, he sobbed. “Twi-he died.” 

“I know. He ain’t dead anymore though. It’s okay.” Twilight continued.

Sky could still feel the blood on his hands. 

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[occasionallyprosie]

@savimatteo2810 I love love loved turning this headcanon into a mini fic. It ended up being a bit longer than I thought so sorry about that. Or not.

Hope you enjoy.

More Than a Brother

Wars had been a little offended when Malon didn't ask him to join the rest of the muscle with help on the ranch. He knew he wasn't the strongest hero and he wasn't ashamed of that. Still, he couldn't help that her words stung him a little. The only benefit of being side lined was that Wind had ended up with him. With nothing to do on the ranch Wars and Wind had offered to run errands for Malon in town and make their usual enquiries about monster sightings in the area.

They had been in Time's era less than a day but Wars was keen to keep his head focused on their mission. As tempting as it was to relax in a warm and welcoming place like Lon Lon Ranch, he was keenly aware that they couldn't let their guard down completely. Shadow was still out there somewhere, as were his black blooded monsters. Plus, they were still no closer to figuring out what was causing the infected monsters to begin with. Wars itched to do something and if he couldn't make himself useful on the ranch, he would gladly walk to town to do some recon.

As he and the Sailor left the ranch and joined the road headed for town, Wars realised the two of them hadn't spent much time alone together. He felt guilty that his attention was so often drawn away from his brothers, either by planning, scouting or just sleep and recovery. During the war he and Wind had been fairly close. Of course Mask, aka a younger Time, had also been around, usually causing trouble and generally being a little shit. But Wind had been a little older than Mask and he and Wars used to talk a lot. He missed those quiet evenings when Wind would tell him about his travels and exploring the great sea. Wars had marvelled at the idea of Hyrule being utterly submerged beneath crashing waves. Wind had marvelled at the idea of horses.

"So where do you wanna go first when we get to town?" Wind asked, pulling Wars out of his memories.

"Hmm?" He mumbled.

"I said, where do you want to go when we get to town? I've been saving up some rupies and I thought about going on a lil shopping spree. Fancy spending some of that soldiers wage you're hoarding?!" Wind gave Wars an elbow to the ribs and Wars rubbed at it with a smirk.

"I'm not hoarding it, I'm saving it." He insisted. "And I'm sure you're the only one who believes I have any rupies to my name anyhow!"

"Well that doesn't matter, what are you saving it for anyway?" Wind probed.

"Retirement," Wars sighed.

"Re-what?!" Wind scoffed, almost halting in his tracks as he tried to comprehend the older hero.

"Retirement Sailor. You know, that thing that happens to people when they finish working."

"Yeah, but you're not that old yet. I mean, you are old but you're not THAT old. Not like Time."

"Hey, I'm not old!" Wars retorted.

"Eh, you're old to me," Wind shrugged.

"Thanks, that's good to know," Wars chuckled.

Wind seemed to forget his pervious question and they continued walking in silence for a while. Eventually the light began to fade and darkness swallowed up the road ahead.

"S'pose we should find somewhere to make camp," Wind observed, already looking for a good spot beside the road.

"Time says there's a rise a little way off protected by some trees. It should only be a little further, then we can get some sleep."

"Okay good," Wind yawned. "I hate walking."

"I know you do champ."

Just as Time had said, Wars spotted the hill and the ring of trees just up ahead on their right. The pair stepped off the road and climbed the short rise to the top. Wars' eyes swept the perimeter instinctively looking for danger. The hill was a good vantage point. If Time hadn't suggested it, Wars would probably have picked it out as a good camp site anyway.

"Where do you wanna sleep Wind?" Wars asked, already pulling out his own bed roll and a flint and steel.

"Here looks flat enough," Wind announced, laying out his bed roll on a soft patch of grass beneath two trees. "I'll gather up some firewood. Did you bring food? Or do I have to eat your cooking?"

"I swiped some pastries from Malon's pantry before we left. But I resent your attitude towards my cooking!" Wars retorted, pointing his striking steel in Wind's face.

"What?! Everything you cook is lumpy and too salty, everyone says so," Wind shrugged, already turning to go look for sticks.

"What do you mean everyone?" Wars asked to Wind's back, but the kid had already walked away.

Wars sighed and shook his head. Trying to remind himself that he had wanted Wind to come with him on their little outing. When Wind returned with a hefty armful of decent looking wood, Wars set about lighting some kindling and building up their campfire. He pulled his bedroll closer to the steadily building flames and sat on it cross legged. Wind did the same, almost mirroring Wars' movements. Wars pulled his bag into his lap and pulled out the pastries wrapped in paper, handing one over to Wind.

"Thanks," Wind said, as he took the parcel eagerly and started to unwrap it.

"Thank Malon when we get back," said Wars, before he took a bite of his own supper. "Actually, probably best she doesn't know these are missing. I don't think she likes me much already."

"That's not true," Wind protested, lowering his pastry for a moment. He frowned at Wars which made him hesitate.

"Come on, I'm definitely her least favourite of Time's boys. I'm no help around the ranch and as you so kindly put it before, I can't cook. At best I'm a guest who has to be accommodated for, at worst, I'm a burden to her."

"I don't see you that way," Wind mumbled, almost too low for Wars to hear.

"What d'you say?" He asked.

"I said I'm sure she doesn't see you that way." Wind said a little louder. "She likes all of us, doesn't matter if we're useful on the ranch. Besides, I don't think Miss Malon is capable of being mean like that."

"No, I don't think that woman has a bad bone in her body. I wouldn't like to arm wrestle her, but she's certainly got a good heart." Wars said wistfully, gazing into the crackling flames of the fire.

"She'd make a good Ma," Wind sighed, raising his pastry to his lips again.

"I'm sure she would. And though I think the prospect would terrify him, I think Time will make an excellent father some day." Wars took another bite with a smile tugging at his lips.

"Could have fooled me back when we first met him. I thought I was a menace!" Wind huffed and Wars let out a cackle of laughter.

"You were both terrors, but Time certainly turned terroizing me into his own personal hobby," Wars chuckled as he spoke.

"Used to think you'd clap him round the ears if he ever stood still long enough," Wind remarked, licking crumbs off his fingers.

"Believe me I tried, but I don't think I was the right man to try and discipline that wild child," Wars shook his head.

They fell into silence as Wars finished his supper and Wind threw his scrunched up ball of paper into the fire. Wars did the same and added a few larger sticks onto the flames. A few sparks drifted into the sky and he watched them rise high towards the stars.

"Get some sleep Sailor. I'll take first watch," Wars insisted, nodding to his younger brother.

"You sure we need it?" Wind raised an eyebrow. "Malon says there haven't been monsters sighted in these parts for weeks now."

"I know, but that can always change. Besides, it's not just monsters we keep watch for after all. There's regular old bandits, wolves and of course the Bogey Man!" Wars flashed Wind a toothy smile and waggled his eyebrows.

Wind couldn't help laughing at the usually so serious Captain. He'd never made such a claim before.

"The Bogey Man?!" Wind raised his eyebrows, staring at Wars in disbelief. "Come on Cap, how old do you think I am?"

"Twelve?" Wars tried to remember the last time they had discussed ages with each other.

"Thirteen," Wind huffed, crossing his arms with a pout. "And I'm almost fourteen."

"Right, of course," Wars nodded.

"And as we've established, you're old. But if you want to sit up for half the night I'm not gonna stop you. I'm bloody beat!" Wind exclaimed with a teasing note in his voice.

"Language Sailor!" Wars chided him.

Wind wafted his hand in the Captain's direction and began to make himself comfortable on his bedroll. He yanked a blanket over himself and pulled it all the way up to his chin. Wars smiled. Wind did the same thing every night he went to sleep.

"G'night," Wind mumbled, his voice now muffled by the blanket.

"Good night Link."

***

A few hours passed in silence as the night dragged on. Wars sat with his back to the warmth of the fire, staring out into the night and it's potential dangers. Every now and then he wood look behind him at Wind. The boy looked even younger when he was asleep. The usual fire and grit of his personality washed away by peace and comfort. His face looked calm and his brow was smooth. Wars felt himself smiling at their youngest brother sleeping so deeply.

Wars yawned despite himself and quickly gave himself a shake. He drank some water and tried to sit up straighter. Years of training had made it easier to go longer and longer periods without sleep. Besides, if something happened to Wind because he fell asleep on watch, Wars would never be able to forgive himself. He tried not to look at Wind again and kept his wide eyes scanning around them for any sign of danger.

However, a short while later, his attention was drawn back to Wind. A sound like a small whimpering animal caught Wars' attention first. He looked down to see the peaceful expression on the boys face had been shattered. His face was screwed up in what looked like pain. Fear tugged at Wars' heart as he quickly checked to see what could be wrong. There were no immediate signs of injury and Wind hadn't accidentally rolled too close to the fire. His mind relaxed a little as he realised Wind was probably just having a bad dream.

Though Wars and all the heroes knew from personal experience, just how bad their nightmares could be. With a sigh, Wars got to his knees and scooted over to kneel beside Wind's head. He placed a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder and gave him an experimental shake.

"Wind?" He asked softly. He didn't want to wake him too quickly and disorientate the poor boy.

Wind didn't stir, but he let out a soft moan and scrunched up his eyes.

"Hey, Sailor," Wars tried again. "Wind, you're dreaming. You might want to wake up."

Wars gave Wind another shake, firmer this time, concerned about what might be going through Wind's head right now.

"No... don't wanna... Mustn't... Stop!" Wind uttered in barely coherent syllables.

"Come on Wind wake up!" Wars said loudly and shook both of Wind's shoulders for good measure.

At last the boys eyes flashed open. He sat up with a start and Wars did his best not to crowd him in case he panicked. Wind stared around himself, clearly confused and definitely afraid of something. Wars could hear his breathing coming out in rapid little rasps.

"Wind," He said, lowering his voice to a soft whisper. "Wind it's okay."

Wind whipped his head around and Wars could see tears streaking down the boy's face.

"Wind, Link, you're okay. You were having a bad dream. You're okay. You're safe."

Wars did everything he could to reassure Wind he was alright. He knew that many of the boys, including himself, didn't like to be touched too quickly after waking from a nightmare. It made him feel trapped, as though hands with evil intent held him down. So he waited until Wind seemed lucid enough before laying a hand on his back. Wind flinched, but he didn't move away either which was a good sigh. Wars tried again and this time Wind leant into his hand.

"There you go," Wars cooed. "You're alright. That sounded like one nasty dream."

Was began rubbing circles into Wind's back as he continued to speak. Wind nodded feebly.

"Nightmare," he squeaked, the sound tugging at Wars' heart. "Ganon and Aryl and Grandma... Mmm, don't remember much else."

"Well that's good. I'm sure you'll forget the rest too," Wars remarked, trying to find a positive.

Wind nodded and then flopped against Wars' body. He almost knocked them both to the ground but Wars caught him in his arms and braced himself just in time.

"You okay kiddo?" Wars asked with a frown Wind couldn't see.

"M'okay," Wind mumbled into Wars' chest.

He could feel tears soaking into the front of his tunic, but he hugged Wind closer to himself regardless. Wars couldn't count the number of times he'd woken up shouting and screaming only to fall into Time or Sky's arms. Their warm embrace chasing away the specters of his own nightmares. Somehow when the roles were reversed it was a little different.

Wars had always been a very closed off person. He had to be out of necessity. The army was no laughing matter. And after all, emotion had started the war of ages in the first place. He'd had to grow up and get smart quick, quicker than most young solders his age. Responsibility had been thrust upon him leaving no room for his heart. A cool head was all that was required for a hero in his time, he knew that, and Wars had done his very best. But all of that was behind him now. Yet he still struggled to show his emotions. The walls he had spent years building would probably take years to take down again. His brothers had begun to do some of that work. Assuring him at every possibility that not everything was down to him. The burden of this new threat was shared among them equally and everyone had their own baggage to carry.

The small body currently curled against his own tugged at that vulnerable side of him. The side he had done his best to bury deep deep down. But against his better judgement he had decided to let these boys in. Let them into his heart. Wind had earned a place there long ago, as had Time, little terror that he was. But Wind was still young. Too young by all accounts.

Wars found his thoughts drifting to Time and how he had essentially adopted the other younger heros. He really would make a great father some day. What about himself? Wars had never given it a moments thought before, but now he considered the prospect. Would he make a good father if it ever happened. Of course he'd actually have to retire and settle down and of course find a wife who'd put up with him.

Wind stirred in his embrace. Wars glanced down and found that while he'd been thinking to himself the kid had gone back to sleep.

As gently as he could, Wars laid Wind back down on his bed roll and tucked his blanket in around his body. With a sigh Wars scooted away a little and returned to his watch duty. Not before he considered his question one more time. Would he be a good dad?

***

Just after midnight Wars woke Wind for his watch and the bleery eyed teen begrudgingly unfurled himself from his blankets and went to sit by the fire for his stint. Wars knew he shouldn't feel guilty about making Wind do his shift. But he couldn't help it. Even though Wind was constantly insisting he pull his own weight with the group and be treated just like the other heroes, he was still a child. Though Wars knew Wind would have some very choice words for him if he ever called him a child to his face.

Wars slept fitfully until the sun began to creep over the horizon. He awoke to the feeling of weak sunlight on his eyelids. He'd always been an early riser, usually up before everyone else to chat with whoever had been on last watch. Wind gave him a nod as he sat up and rubbed his palms into his sleep caked eyes. Wars guessed he must have shed a few tears while he was dreaming, given the damp patch on his scarf. Either that or he had slept with his mouth open and dribbled down his chin. If that was the case he hoped Wind hadn't been looking at him at the time.

They broke camp at a leasurely pace, hoping to get a late breakfast in town once the bakery opened. There was a chill in the air despite the warm summer they were experiencing. Wars noticed Wind with his arms crossed, rubbing his upper arms to keep them warm.

"You cold?" Wars asked plainly.

"I'm alright, it'll warm up soon enough," Wind shrugged, but he kept on rubbing his arms.

With a sigh Wars pulled the scarf from around his neck and draped it over Wind instead. Wind stiffened and glared up at the Captain.

"I said I'm alright, you don't have to give me this!" He protested. Even though he pulled it around himself unconsciously.

"I know, but I don't want you to catch a chill. Looking after a hero with a cold or the flu is a pain in the ass!" Wars remarked.

It was a pretty lame excuse. They'd all been sick at some point on their journey, and none of them had ever made the sufferer feel guilty about their weakened state. But Wars couldn't admit that he hated to see any of them suffer, especially Wind. Although the young hero was surprisingly sturdy, Wars just couldn't escape the fact that he was still a teenager. A young one at that.

They continued to walk in silence for a long time while the sun gradually crept higher into the sky. Eventually Wind was warm enough to offer the scarf back to Wars, but before he could open his mouth to speak however, they heard a shrill scream rent the still morning air.

"Where did that come from?" Wind asked, wide eyed as he stared around the empty road.

"Somewhere to the west," Wars replied, ears and eyes alert.

Though he had already been watching out for danger, the scream had caught him a little off guard. He tried to pin point where it had come from but he couldn't hear much else. The birds had fallen silent which wasn't a good sign. Another scream. This time higher and sounding more strangled than the first. Wars and Wind's heads both whipped around in the same direction and they sprinted off towards the source of the sound.

It only took them a few minutes to run through the small coppice of trees and discover the source of the commotion. Some travellers crossing Hyrule Field were being mobbed by large flock of keese, two of which were on fire. The two people running across the grass waved their arms over their heads, swatting at the large bat-like creatures. Wars pulled out his fire-rod, knowing it wouldn't hurt the fire-keese much but that it would hopefully drop some of the others.

Wind held out his batton before him and began uttering a familiar song under his breath. Wars braced himself for the gust of wind he knew would surely come next.

"Get down!" He yelled at the poor travellers.

Mercifully they saw the two young men approaching and did as instructed. They both dropped to the ground, hands held protectively over their heads. Wars swung his rod in a wide ark towards the keese, sending out a spurt of bright flame. Wind's gust whipped up at the same moment and carried Wars' flame higher. A second later the flaming torrent collided with the flock and sent most of them spiralling out of the sky, only to poof out of existence in a flash of purple dust.

"Not infected!" Wind called to Wars, who had pulled out his sword to deal with the two flaming keese.

Wars swung high but the keese dodged easily out of his way.

"Damn it!" Wars swore under his breath as he missed again.

To his left he caught a glimpse of Wind with his hand in his bag, clearly searching for a different weapon. He was surprised when the kid pulled out his boomerang. Wars chuckled to himself. Of course ranged weapons would work better on these annoying creatures. But he wasn't the best shot in the world.

Wind raised his arm and threw his boomerang as hard as he could. It spun through the air in a swift ark towards his target, colluding with one of the two keese. Wind jumped into the air and caught the boomerang with practiced ease. He spun around to throw it a second time, once again hitting his mark. Warriors rushed forwards to make sure the two beasts were dead, plunging his sword into one when he found it twitching in the grass

Momentarily distracted by the puffs of purple smoke, Wars failed to keep an eye over his shoulder. A lizalfos, one from Wild's era, snaked through the long grass towards his back. Wind's keen eyes noticed the disturbance in the grass however and managed to cry out before the lizard like creature could reach its target.

"Dad watch out!" He yelled, suddenly clapping a hand over his mouth as he realised what he'd said.

If Wars had noticed he didn't waste time thinking about it. He spun on the spot staying low and ready for attack. His vision focused in on the Lizalfos and he held his shield out ready. He'd faced plenty of Lizalfos but the ones from Wild's era could be particularly troublesome. Wars used his low position to dash forwards and jab upwards towards the creatures head. It jumped back in alarm, but Wars had expected that. He kept moving, trying to keep the monster within striking range. Wind wanted to rush in and help, but Lizalfos were so unpredictable he could end up endangering Wars or himself if he interfered.

Warriors and the Lizalfos danced around each other in the long grass. Both waiting for the other to drop their guard or make a mistake. Despite the infuriating way the creature moved Wars was patient and chose his moment carefully. In its frustration the Lizalfos stopped moving to roar at Wars. Instantly he lunged forwards, thrusting his sword up into the creatures head through its lower jaw. With a strangled hiss the Lizalfos stilled and slumped forwards. Wars had to stumble backwards to avoid being crushed beneath it, before the monster fizzled into smoke.

As Wars got his breath back and bent down to pick up his sword, he noticed the two travellers approaching. A pair of young women with heavy back-packs hanging from their shoulders walked towards him and Wars slapped on a friendly smile of greeting.

"Thank you so much!" One of the women exclaimed breathlessly. "If you and your son hadn't come along when you did, those creatures would have killed us for sure!"

"Or at the very least they would have stolen our harvest," said the other, indicating their bulging back-packs.

"And we had no idea that lizard was in the grass too!"

"Actually they're called Lizalfos, and they're not that dangerous. Just difficult to land a hit," Wind enlightened them as he walked over.

"Wait," Wars said with a blink, as he registered what had just been said. "Did you say son?"

"He must be tall for his age, but you look like you've trained your boy well Sir," one of the women remarked.

She paused as she hoisted her bag off her back and set it on the ground. Opening the flap Wars and Wind could see that it was full of corn cobs.

"We don't have much, but I'd like to offer you some of our harvest in return for saving our lives. Please take it with our thanks," she continued, pulling out an armful of corn and holding it out to the two boys.

"Thank you ma'am," said Wind eagerly. He stepped forwards and clumsily took the food.

Wars couldn't help but chuckle as the boy struggled to hold what appeared to be at least ten corn cobs almost as long as his forearms. Hopefully he'd earn some points with Malon for bringing back free food.

"Here," he said, pulling out his own bag. "You can put them in here Wind."

Wind obliged and the two women watched as the boys loaded up Warrior's bag.

"Aww, Wind. What a cute name." Observed one of the women, earning her a scowl from the boy in question. "Did your mama give you that name? Or was it your father here?"

"My...?" Wind began to ask as he looked up into Wars' face, which had turned bright read.

Wind wondered if it was from the sudden exertion, or something else.

"Thank you for the food and I hope you don't run into any more danger on your journey. We should be pressing on now," Wars declared, as he streightened up and turned so that Wind couldn't see his face.

"Thanks again," said the woman as she hoisted her bag back onto her back.

Wars and Wind stood for a moment watching the two women walk away towards the road. For a long time they stood in silence, neither able to look at the other. Wars was acutely aware of how warm and flushed his face was. Had Wind really said what he thought he had? He tried to think it over in his mind. There wasn't really anything else it could have been. Had he really called him, Dad?

"Wars?" Wind asked, a little timidly from behind him. "You okay? That Lizalfos didn't get you anywhere did it?"

Wars cleared his throat and pulled his smile back onto his face before turning to look at Wind.

"No, I'm alright. No injuries to report here. How about you?"

"I'm good. Should we get going?" Wind replied, jerking his thumb back towards the road.

"Yeah, sounds good to me."

Warriors shoulders relaxed a little as they strolled back across the grass towards the road. He kept trying to turn his attention back to their task, completing Malon's errends in town. But he kept getting distracted. They had once again turned onto the road and Wind was walking a little ahead of him. Wars' scarf fluttered behind him, almost touching the ground. He'd looped it around his neck a few times, but it was still far too long. Wars felt himself smiling absentmindedly, then shook himself.

What was happening to him. What was he doing?! Wars was used to looking out for and taking care of other people. If you didn't have other soldiers backs in a war why would you expect them to have yours. The same was true of the Chain. They all looked out for each other and they relied on each other to have their backs in times of crisis. They were all experienced heroes who had faced numerous foes and come out on top. Despite all of this knowledge however, Wars couldn't shake the feeling that he had to protect them. Or more specifically, he had to protect Wind.

He'd been Wars' charge before and he'd done his best to look after the boy during the war. Despite knowing Wind was a capable fighter and wiser beyond his years, Wars' heart bled every time he saw the boy take a hit, or nurse an injury. The longer their journey continued, the more the Sailor had wormed his way into the Captain's cold heart. It wasn't just that the boy was likable. It wasn't just that he was so much younger than all of them. It wasn't even that Wars thought he couldn't handle himself in a fight. He absolutely could. It was that, despite his best efforts, Warriors had grown to love the kid. And if Wind's reaction today was anything to go by, he might love Wars in return.

"Hey Sailor," Wars suddenly found himself calling to Wind, before he'd even figured out what he wanted to say.

"Yeah?" Wind replied brightly, turning to walk backwards while he talked.

Wars was afraid that Wind might step on the scarf and strangle himself to the ground with it. He pushed the thought aside and tried to focus on the one occupying his brain.

"Did you..." He hesitated. Wondering if he could let the subject slide. "Did you call me, Dad?"

Wind's eyes dropped to the ground and he turned around again, still walking a few steps ahead of Warriors.

"You heard that?" He replied sheepishly, crossing his arms as his shoulders tensed.

Wars couldn't see but from the sound of his voice he guessed Wind was pouting. He'd heard that voice and seen that face many times.

"I did, your shout almost definitely saved my life," Wars affirmed.

He reached out and gently gripped Wind's shoulder, drawing them level with each other. Walking side by side Wars tried to catch Wind's eye.

"Do you... Do you see me as a... As a father?" Wars asked tentatively.

His heart was thumping in his throat. As he waited for Wind to respond, Wars thought he might pass out from the sound of blood rushing through his ears.

"Well..." Wind began. "Not in a weird way. Like, I know you're not my Dad obviously. But, you know... You've always, always taken care of me and stuff and... The others are like brothers, they're loud and brash and they like to tease. But you're..." Wind tried to find the words to finish what he wanted to say. What he was feeling. "You're more... Yeah, I guess you're more like a father to me."

Wars let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. His heart beat returned to normal and he didn't feel quite as sick. As he relaxed a little a warm tingle washed over him. He feeling he had rarely experienced before. It made him fell light and safe. Wind, their little pirate, saw him, war torn and shell shocked Warriors, as a father figure. So much so that in the heat of battle he had called him Dad.

"What about Time?" Wars frowned, finally catching Wind's eye.

"Nah, Twilight and Wild might see him as some kind of parent, but they have a connection with each other. You and me know what that Sprite is really like!" Wind gave Wars a nudge to the ribs and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, I guess when you two met for the first time he was younger than you. That must seem so long ago for him." Wars observed, his face growing pensive.

"Yeah, not so long for us though," Wind nodded.

"Apparently not."

Their conversation dwindled and Wars tried to think of what to say next. Wind saved him however by adding,

"You don't have to say anything about it by the way. I think I just wanted you to know."

"Thank you Sailor. And, I'm honoured."

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I have this little hc for legend

Its that he literally doesn't know what's real anymore, because he gets dreams like he wakes up and he's on koholint with marin, then he spends his day there goes to bed and wakes up (back in reality) and it with the chain/ravio whatever, then his day goes and he goes to bed but he wakes up again in bed on koholint, and it's happend for so long now, he genuinely doesn't know what one is the dream and what is reality... who knows? Maybe there both dreams.. or maybe he's time traveling fuck if he knows, he's just trying to enjoy the time he has left (however long that may be)

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randomly thought about that fic idea i had like a year ago. it was just a fic with hyrule and legend being turned into kids (like 8 and 6) and the rest of the chain slightly freaking out.

i had planned for warriors and twilight to take care of them and bond the most with them because i was like, wouldn’t it be cool for hyrule to end up trusting wars first because they’re both paranoid? and then legend and twi because they both were farmers/ranchers. i headcanon hyrule to be 12 when he starts his adventure and legend to be 9/10 so this would be both of them pre adventures.

anyway from what i (barely planned) hyrule would be turned into his 8 year old self and legend into his 6 year old self because i wanted a big brother hyrule (can you see how this is incredibly self indulgent?) by i dunno a wizrobe or something?

i think that hyrule would be very untrusting towards the chain at first (given the state of his hyrule) while legend is without the ✨knight trauma✨ and would be like: hey, uncle used to be a knight, if these people are knights then i’m sure they’re great people!!

anyway i wanted hyrule to find legend kinda annoying at first and be like:

H: stop following me

L: why?

H: because i’m running away from this weird group

L: why would you do that?

H: why would you trust people you just met?

then later hyrule becomes all protective because this kid is going to die out there on his own if he doesn’t watch him so obviously he needs to stick by him. and teach him skills. definitely not because this kid became sorta endearing, noooo way. he just needs to learn how to climb this tree and braid these flowers because it’s a life skill. not because it’s fun. he swears.

anyway this fic idea was gonna probably be just a bunch of one shots with barely any plot and at the end they would turn back to normal, no clue if i would have them remember anything or not.

soooo would any of you be interested in me writing this? (or writing your own spin?) however this would be the first real fic i’ve ever written and the only writing i’ve done recently is like essays so i can’t promise that it would be good. (might still do it anyway, but it depends on when that inspiration and productiveness punches me in the face sooo yeah)

anyway hope y’all have a great day!!

[occasionallyprosie]

its such a shame people don't realize how MUCH sky and legend are depicted together. like yeah this was the last update, but also:

AND THIS ISNT EVEN IT. idmammAGRGRHHRHA THEYRE SO CUTE AHAUGHHHH

@linkeduniverse <- art creds

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[occasionallyprosie]

The *checks schedule* like four hours of free time I get tomorrow (Sunday)

It’s Friday! Tell me one thing you are excited for this weekend!

[occasionallyprosie]

Another AO3 thing I’m curious about, how do yall decide if something is good enough to read? Usually I follow a rule of 1 kudos for every 10 hits. One because it’s easy math and two it’s yet to fail me. Thoughts? Do you just go for it and pray it’s good?