#Mama lus

[cirrus-ghoulette]

Sometimes, if Phantom stares at Cumulus for long enough, he can accidentally make himself go little.

[voiidghoull]

MAMAAAA

[tami-ko-bunny]

time....

[thatonedragongirl]

A fic where the Chain figures out that Wild’s Hyrule is the Now, and Wild’s Hyrule (and therefore Wild) is a culmination of everything the Chain has done

Enough of just Sky feeling guilty I want Warriors rethinking his life when he finds out Wild is his successor and when the worlds split up they in fact did not entirely split back up and now Wild is his fault

Gimme sum Hyrule fluff when he finds out the world gets healed or Time realizing the timeline divergence he made gets fixed

The Chain thinking through every thing they’ve done that may have affected Wild’s Hyrule while Wild’s asleep

It just makes Wild precious cuz he’s the result of everyone’s work

[breannasfluff]

Safety and Frogs

AO3 Link

Malon hums to herself, combing her fingers through fluffy brown hair. The screen door to the house swings open; squeaking on the hinges. She should oil it later.

“Got room for one more?”

“For you Fairy Boy? Always.” She smiles up at her husband as he settles onto the wide porch swing on her free side.

“How’s Hyrule?”

“Ran out of energy helping with the fairies. Now we’re both enjoying a nice break.” At her side, the traveler is fast asleep against her shoulder. She’s eased Link to sleep with the same gesture many a time.

“Well, I think I could do with some rest myself.”

“Finished with the horses?”

“The boys are still moving grain. Wild is…helping.” Causing chaos, comes the subtext.

“And Wind?”

“…hm.”

So, instigating said chaos. Well, as long as they don’t set the barn on fire. Link sets the porch swing rocking with a foot and she leans into his side. Even after 10 years of marriage, her favorite place is next to him. They’ve been together long enough that they can be apart, but it will never be her choice.

Link is…different, the more time he spends with the boys. Oh, sure, he’s changed a lot from the young boy who wandered out of the forest. Even more so since they started dating or got married. Those were drastic changes, borne out of struggles and pain.

Now, he changes subtly each time he comes home. Link grows comfortable in his role as the temporary leader of the group. He knows when to keep the boys out of trouble and when to let them learn their own lessons. With so many diverse backgrounds and ages, he deals with all sorts of oddities.

Malon can’t help but look at him with the boys and imagine little ones of their own. Her fairy boy would be a wonderful dad because he already fills that role for eight others.

At her side, Hyrule shifts slightly and she resumes combing through his hair. He settles with a little sigh. Glancing at Link shows a fond smile at the motion.

“How are they doing?” she asks.

Link turns his attention back across the ranch, eyebrows furrowing slightly at the racket in the barn. “It’s good. Everyone’s grown more comfortable with each other and their role in the group. Friendships are still being made but…there’s a lot more trust than when we started.”

He presses a kiss to Malon’s hair. “I love them. Even when they drive me up the wall. All I want to do is see them go home safe.”

“You’re doing that already.”

“But…I feel like I should do more.”

Malon knows this mindset; they’ve battled it for years already. It’s a product of the hero’s spirit; the insatiable need to help. “Link. You are already doing that. Do you let Wild blow up everything he sees?”

“No.”

“Did you let Wind steal Warriors scarf and dye it?”

That gets a snort; one of the funnier stories he shared with her. “No.”

“Do you let Hyrule wander off and get lost?”

“I think that’s impossible to stop, but I send Wolfie after him.”

“What about traveling all night? Not checking for dangers? Eating unknown foods?”

“Okay! Okay!” Link holds up his hands, waving her off. “I get it, I do a lot.”

She smirks and kisses his shoulder. “You do a good job, fairy boy. You’ll get them all home safe. I promise.”

“How do you know?”

“Because with you? There is no other option.” Link will do everything in his power to protect the boys. She’s made her peace with it, even if it raises his chance of injury. He wouldn’t be the man she loved if he was different.

The racket in the barn dies down, and there’s little sound but the odd whinny of a horse and the creak of the swing. Malon lets her eyes close as she leans on Link, taking a deep breath of the warm summer air.

“I can kill 16 bokoblins with thunder.”

Her eyes pop open and she glances over at Hyrule. He’s blinking sleepily up at her.

“…what?”

He just nods and yawns, showing white teeth. “Chu chus are edible if you are desperate enough.”

Well, that’s…worrying. Malon glances at Link, hoping for some help.

“Go back to sleep, traveler.”

Hyrule yawns again. “Legend’s got a pair of red underwear he stole from Wild…” and then he settles back on Malon’s shoulder and falls asleep again.

Malon presses her lips together, trying to stop the laughter from shaking her shoulders. Link rolls his eyes. “Hyrule says the weirdest things mid-nap. He gives me a run for my rupees; I’ve got no idea if what he says is true half the time.”

She arches an eyebrow. “And the underwear?”

“You’re welcome to ask.”

The silence stretches, and then they both break into quiet giggles. The gentle motion of the swing lulls her into a doze. She should go inside and start on dinner. Maybe bake some rolls? What would the boys like that she can make in a kitchen? Wild deserves a break from cooking, especially over a campfire.

Perhaps…she can make… ~

Malon wakes to whispering. She doesn’t move at first, although her ear flicks as she listens.

“Take the picture,” someone hisses. Legend.

“I did! Look, they’re all conked out.” There’s Wild.

A pause. Then Four asks, “Hey, what if I tickle the old man’s ear with a feather.”

“Don’t do that!” A light slap and some shuffling.

“Hey—”

“Shh!”

Someone else has joined the trio and Malon works to feign sleep.

“Why are we whispering?”

“They are asleep. Hey, whatcha got, Sky?”

“A frog! Look, it’s a small one.”

“Can I hold it?” Wild asks.

“Sure, here you go.”

Silence. Suspicious silence. It’s a silence that points to a prank in action.

“Hello, boys.” Link’s voice has Malon opening her eyes to take in the situation. Wild stands directly in front of Link, hands cupped around the frog. There’s a slight look of panic.

“Have a nice nap, old man?”

He ignores the question. “You weren’t going to put that frog on me, were you?”

“O-of course not! I would never!” Wild glances back at the other boys, looking for backup. Four edges away. Sky is confused, and Legend has a highly insincere smile on his face.

Next to her, Hyrule wakes up and blinks, looking around. “What’s going on?”

“Wild has a frog.”

“Cool, can I see?”

Wild passes the frog over, relieved at the distraction. Hyrule examines the frog and then pops it in his mouth.

Did he just…eat…a frog? Is that something these boys do? Goddesses, is she not feeding them enough?

“Hyrule.” Link’s voice is cool and he’s making use of his disappointed face. “Spit it out.”

The traveler does; the frog none the worse for its sudden journey into a mouth. Sky swoops in and saves it before anyone else decides they want a snack. Hyrule gives her a sunny smile. “Frog legs are excellent cooked.”

She manages a faint smile. “I’m sure they are.”

No, her fairy boy will have no trouble with children in the future.

[trippygalaxy]

MAMA'S BOY WARRIORS WHO'S MOTHER WAS KILL DURING A RAID ON HIS HOME VILLAGE, SAVING THE YOUNG WAR'S LIFE BY HIDING HIM IN THEIR HOME WHILE SHE TRIED TO FIGHT ANY MONSTERS THAT DARED TO STEP IN THEIR HOME.

AFTER THE SOLDIERS WERE ABLE TO CLEAR THE VILLAGE FROM MONSTERS, ONE SOLDIER FOUND THE TERRIFIED BOY CLUNG TO HIS MOTHER'S BODY, BLOOD SOAKING HIS CLOTHES WHILE HIS EYES WERE A PUFFY RED. COAXING HIM FROM HIS MOTHER WITH PROMISES OF SAFTEY AND FOOD, THE SOLDIER WAS ABLE TO CONVINCE THE LAD TO JOIN THE SOLDIERS BACK TO THE CASTLE.

FROM THERE THE BOY WAS RAISED BY THE GAURD THAT SAVED HIM ONCE THEY ALL REALIZED THAT THE BOY DIDN'T HAVE ANYWHERE TO GO.

MAMA'S BOY WARRIORS WHO SWORE TO PROTECT THE LAND OF HYRULE IN THE NAME OF THE CROWN AND HIS LATE MOM. THE ONE WHO SAVED HIM WHEN NO ONE ELSE COULD.

@the-cucco-nuggie it isn’t much but its my little idea :3

[thepinklink]

For @skyloftian-nutcase, for being a wonderful writer, friend, nurse, safe space, and person in general. I hope Sky’s smile is infectious and it brings you as much serotonin as drawing it brought me. Thank you, Mama Lofty, for everything that you do!! 💖💖💖

[isasan347]

@sraksha some sketches :3

[emma-altium7]

Warriors headcanon because I said so-

Warriors totally blames himself for the war. Whenever anyone tries to get him to understand that it wasn't his fault and Cia was a psycho, he'd say nothing but secretly he'd be like: "It was totally my fault, I should've given myself up when I had the chance."

Warriors was (and still is in his mind) a Mama's boy. Also, Warriors' mom died during a ambush, she was a soldier in the army and she wished for Warriors to also become one like her.

Warriors' mom was definitely the one to first wear the scarf and when she died, the soldiers took said scarf and gave it back to him as part of his Hero's Clothing.

Warriors definitely has the worst self-esteem in the whole team, he thinks himself as the least of the least and will think of everyone else but himself. He could be sporting a broken rib, a fractured leg and a shattered hand and still fuss over Legend's cut, or Wild's scrap or Sky's sprained muscle.

Whenever this happens, the Chain will threaten Warriors by telling him that they'll bring Time into the discussion and he'll bring the ultimate mother hen, Fierce Deity.

Warriors is the main medic in the team, while Hyrule knows how to heal, he doesn't know how to do it without leaving permanent damage. Warriors, being the war general he is, does know how to how to take an arrow out, how to stop a bleeding wound, etc.

Warriors was made for combating multiple foes at once, not 1v1, so when he began traveling with the Chain, he would always swing in a wide arc. He's gotten better at fighting one opponent but anytime waves after waves of monsters come out, the Chain will split from Warriors to avoid getting hit by his swings. They also know he does better alone in those types of situations and if anything happens their's always at least one person watching from a far, ready to jump in.

Warriors likes keeping up his appearance, it use to be because of his status as a war general but know he doesn't really know why. Also he's got the whole makeup, cream and hair product kit.

The man has a knife almost everywhere on his person, in his boot, underneath his scarf, in his glove, on his hip, on his breast (inside a hidden pocket), etc. He's afraid of getting betrayed like the soldiers did to him during the war.

[ordonianhero]

Wind: hm. We are missing something in this jam session.

Legend: I agree. But what?

Twilight: WE NEED MORE GOAT BELL!

Malon: I agree.

[doodlesbf]

Hesper belongs to @thesoftieanon

Flip Gender on hesper and time doodle

Yes hesper is still taller than time.

[bloodybloob]

So like… what if the shrine made Wild baby? Like 3 year old child toddler gremlin? And like- his hair was still super long? And maybe like- small shirts were full on baggy gowns for him while the underpants he woke up in were big enough to function as shorts?

So uh- I may of- I may or may have not have done all of those things…

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

why does everything have to be a hecking issue with my sister

[breannasfluff]

I saw you did dad as a prompt, how about 'mom' to match?

“Honey, do you mind helping me in the kitchen?”

Wild looks up at Malon’s call, setting down the book he was paging through. The rest of the Chain is sprawled across furniture and the floor. Time has his socked feet up on a table, half asleep.

The kitchen is a state of organized chaos; bowls and flour decorating the counter. Malon grins at his approach.

‘How can I help?” he signs.

“Here. Open up!” She scoops a spoonful of something from a bowl and pops it in his mouth.

Almond and sugar unfold on his tongue and he hums as he considers. ‘More salt?’

“I knew I was missing something!” Malon reaches for a jar, adding a sprinkle to her bowl and mixing again.

Wild stands awkwardly, but she doesn’t continue with instructions. ‘You wanted help?’ He has to repeat the signs when she glances up, having missed them.

“Oh! Just a taste tester. If you want to go rejoin the boys you can, or if you want to keep me company we can try one of these when they are baked. Up to you!”

The champion stares, because she didn’t ask him to take over cooking or baking. She didn’t even ask for help! ‘I can be useful?’ It comes out a question.

With a sigh, Malon stops mixing and wipes her hands on a towel. She fixes Wild with a firm look. “Sugarcube, I know you are an accomplished chef, but it’s not your job to feed those boys 24/7. You’re in my house now, and your company is plenty help enough.” Her eyes crinkle at the expression on his face, sliding into worry. “You do know that, right? You’re worth more to us than the services you provide.”

But…to Hyrule, that is what he’s worth. He’s the body who can draw the Master Sword and defeat the darkness. He protects the Princess and the land with his life.

‘I know that,’ he signs belatedly.

Malon clearly doesn’t believe him, because she reaches out to grab his hand and pull him over. Brushing away his hair leaves a sticky residue on his skin, but he doesn’t mind.

“I’ll tell you as many times as you need to hear it, Wild. You belong to this family just as much as the rest of those hellions, including the one I married. You need something, you ask for it, okay?”

His face is crumpling, eyes stinging, as Malon pulls him into a fierce hug.

“Shh. I’ve got you. I promise.”

Wild squeezes her tighter, clinging to her words.

[telemna-hyelle]

You asked for it, so suffer the hotne- I mean consequences

@anadorablekiwi