#lu twillight

[rosehipandroots]

MY SUMO WRESTLING HUSBAND IVE WAITED SO LONG FOR THIS TO BE BROUGHT UP XD

(art cred @/linkeduniverse)

[ikaishere]

[skyward-floored]

Pup

I was looking through my fics since ao3 is back up, and realized I never put this one on tumblr?? A crime. But here it is now. Bapy Twi and protective Hero’s Shade Time for your reading pleasure :)

Ao3 link

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There’s a child crying.

A sharp golden ear pricks as the sound of it flits past, soft cries interspersed with hiccups that are desperately trying to be muffled. It’s a fair distance away, the wind carrying the sound of it through the forest, and the ear’s owner glances around and twitches his other ear as the sound continues.

There shouldn’t be anyone in this part of the woods.

A frown tugs his mouth, as much as it can in the form he’s currently in. He’d felt he’d be needed soon in the land of the living, the cure for his spirit’s restlessness drawing nearer by the day, so he’d drawn closer to the kingdom he’d once been the hero of, settling into the form of a divine beast as he’d padded through the woods, waiting and watching.

And then the crying had begun.

He raises his head, his ears flicking, and listens intently, following the quiet sounds towards their origin. Brambles tug his golden fur, but he pulls his way past the thickets, certain that if his hearing wasn’t so sensitive, he likely wouldn’t have heard the child at all.

He hasn’t been walking for long when the crying abruptly goes quiet, cutting off with a fearful whimper. He freezes, sharply pricking his ears before lowering his nose to the ground instead.

He filters out the smells of the forest, ignoring the fresh plants and musky scents of other beasts, searching instead for that of a child. It takes a moment, but a soft, young scent finally wafts into his nostrils, hints of pine and soft hay spiked with fear throughout it... but there’s something else making up the scent of the child that makes him start.

A faint musk of horses, and milk too.

A scent he knows intimately.

He quickly finds the direction where the scent of the child is coming most strongly from, and takes off at an even faster pace than before. The crying had concerned him, but the absence of it worries him even further, and the realization of who this child must be has him trotting rapidly between the trees.

All of a sudden a cry rings out, sharp with fear, and he bolts, paws pounding against dirt and moss alike.

He nearly trips on the roots that stick up from the ground, and mud tries to slip him up, but he ignores them all and runs even quicker, grateful for his long, powerful legs. His fur stands on end as he suddenly enters a clearing, and the reek of monsters hits his nose, but the beasts aren’t what he focuses on.

He only has eyes for the small child huddled on the opposite side of the clearing from him.

The boy can’t be older than two, dirty brownish-blonde hair brushing his face, blue-grey eyes widened with fear. Tears shine in his eyes, and he’s trembling where he’s cornered solidly against a large tree. The sight of him is almost entirely blocked off by monsters, all with weapons drawn and malicious grins twisting their already grotesque faces even further.

But what most sets his hackles rising and a growl rumbling through his chest, is the sight of the tip of a blood-red blade pointed at the child’s neck, held by a foe the golden wolf knows well.

A Shadow.

He growls, and the shifting darkness turns, glancing towards him with a startled look in his eye. But the emotion is quickly smothered, replaced instead with an amused smirk.

“Now this is a pleasant surprise,” he remarks nonchalantly, as if he’d suddenly dropped by for tea rather than found him about to murder a young child in the middle of the woods. “You’re looking quite a bit older than last I saw you. But I suppose regret does weigh a man down, doesn’t it?”

He lets out a deeper growl in response, and the Shadow chuckles.

The darkness making him up abruptly shifts, settling into something less formless. A broad form with a pelt draped across the shoulders slips into view, a normally kind face twisted into a smirk. Tattoos glowing a faint red as bangs brush across his forehead, and the golden wolf almost takes a step back at the familiar face now looking at him.

But he checks himself, standing his ground with a snarl.

“Perhaps it was forward of me, but I went ahead and introduced myself to your descendant,” the shadow says, smiling down at the young boy he’s still pointing his sword at. The child shrinks away, and he laughs again. “I must admit, I don’t see much of a resemblance.”

He suddenly dips down and snatches the boy up by his tunic’s collar, eliciting a startled cry from the child.

“Take a good look at what you become, Link,” he says in a low voice, ignoring the boy’s struggling. “Because this will soon be a future that doesn’t exist.”

He draws his blade up again, pressing it to the child’s throat.

Link whimpers and the golden wolf grows dangerously, but he’s unable to do anything without risking his descendant’s life. There are simply too many weapons pointed his way, things that could go wrong, and the wolf darts his eye around for an opening.

“It’ll be quite fascinating to see what happens to this time period without you to save it,” the Shadow says mildly, teasing the blade closer. “Eternal Twilight sounds rather intriguing to me. I wonder what will become of Hyrule?”

He glances back at the wolf, who feels desperation start to sink into his chest.

“What do you think, Hero of Time?” the Shadow hums, and the golden wolf feels his heart clench when the red blade draws a single bead of blood from the boy’s throat. “A snap of the neck, or a sword through the chest? I’ll let you decide.”

He lets out a fearsome snarl, blood roaring in his ears.

The Hero of Twilight cannot die now, he is too important a player in future events, too important to the fate of Hyrule. He plays an integral role in history, and killing him now would damage the flow of time irreparably, both in the Twilight invasion and later in their quest to take down the Shadow.

Not to mention the fact that this is his descendant, the only living remains of his family, of his wife, of his children—

Twilight cannot die now.

The Shadow waits for him to make a move with a smug grin, certainly expecting him to try something. The wolf recognizes the look in his eyes though, and knows that if he so much as takes a step in the wrong direction his descendant will be dead before he can even think about attacking.

He glares at the Shadow as a terrified tear escapes down Link’s cheek, feet burning with the desire to get the child out of his clutches and somewhere safe. But the darkness only smiles at him, a satisfied look in his eye as his descendant continues to struggle.

It’s the look of someone who believes he’s won.

And the thing is, he likely would have too, if not for the fact that the hand of the child in his grasp suddenly begins to glow.

Blindingly.

The boy’s hand flashes, and the shadow shouts in surprise and drops him. It’s the only opening the golden wolf needs to leap forward at the nearest monster, tearing it’s throat out without any provocation. The beast lets out barely a gurgle as it falls, and the wolf leaps at another, tearing through the group that stands in his way. It doesn’t take him long to fight his way to the middle, and he leaps forward, standing protectively over his descendant.

Their Shadow hisses in anger, and the golden wolf matches it with a growl of his own, the two taking stock of each other.

He can hear Link’s heart thudding nearly out of his tiny chest behind him, and glances back at him just once, taking in the tear-stained cheeks and trickle of blood on his neck. Then he turns his attention back on his old foe, who should be long gone in this era of history.

“Obviously I should have gone after you first,” the Shadow snarls, eyes blazing. “I’ll kill you both, Hero of Time, and I’ll make you watch as I rip your descendant to pieces in front of you.”

Instead of replying, the golden wolf launches himself at the Shadow’s throat.

The movement is startling enough that his teeth connect, though not as solidly as he would’ve liked. He bites as deep into the thick, dark magic that makes up his foe as he can, ignoring the familiar visage the Shadow is still wearing, and the darkness shrieks.

He lurches backwards from him, black blood spraying down his front as he swings his sword, and the golden wolf goes to attack again despite the stinging cut now marring his cheek.

He fights with a ferocity he usually doesn’t give into, claws gouging and teeth snapping as he protects the child behind him. The Shadow is no match for one as skilled as he, even with his tricks and skills of his own, and soon the golden wolf is standing above him, shadowy form barely held together.

Black blood seeps into the forest floor, and while the golden wolf sports a few injuries himself, none are overtly dangerous. Blood trickles down his snout as he steps onto the Shadow’s chest, and he levels the darkness with a terrifying glare.

“LEAVE,” he roars, and with one last look of pure hatred, the shadows disperse, sliding back to whence they came.

The golden wolf lets out an exhausted huff, and sits down for just a moment.

He takes stock of himself, and makes sure the clearing is completely void of any more dangers before turning around to look at Link. He pads slowly over to the boy still shaking against the tree, aware that the sight of him will likely be frightening due to the fight he just witnessed. There’s blood in his fur and he’s still panting for breath, but Link merely stares at him, a few tears still rolling down his cheeks.

His blue-grey eyes, so familiar to the wolf, flit across his face, fear still bright in them. But they also shine with an odd curiosity, and wonder along with the terror.

He supposes that makes sense. Twilight always had loved dogs.

The golden wolf stops a few paces from the child, sitting down and allowing him to make the first move. After a long moment, the boy inches a little closer, and reaches out a trembling hand towards him. It alights on his muzzle, and he allows the child to run a few shaking fingers gently down his snout, which seems to convince him he’s not a threat.

The boy then launches himself at the wolf, snuggling tightly into his fur as he begins to cry again.

The golden wolf lets out a soft whine, meant to be comforting, and Link sniffles loudly as he presses his head against his neck. He seems content to stay buried in his fur a while, and the golden wolf breathes in slowly, allowing himself to once again taste the familiarity that lies in his boy’s scent.

The child doesn’t have the exact same scent as home, or even the same as when they traveled together. But it’s there, and as he gently nuzzles the tears from his cheek, that old familiarity both soothes and pains him.

“This is all natural strength!”

“I’ll uh, heh, look into getting him a proper rod...”

“Any chores that need to be taken care of? I’m familiar with farm work.”

“Oh, this means our little ones will have families of their own, and them after— oh I’m getting ahead of myself!”

“Win this fight! Show us that courage can fight in every battle!”

The child lets out a wet hiccup, and the golden wolf curls himself around him, trying to exude as much comfort as possible. The boy crying into his fur shouldn’t have to worry about monsters yet, about Shadows that attempt to destroy and kill, or the hero he’s going to someday become.

He‘s too young to have to worry about his future.

He sits curled around the boy for as long as it takes him to calm down, hiccupy sobs gradually slowing. The sniffles continue, but at some point they’re accompanied by the growling of his stomach.

The wolf pricks his ears at that, and pokes Link with his nose, making him startle a bit and raise his head. The boy wipes some tears from his eyes and looks at him with a confused expression, and the golden wolf gently pushes him towards his back, hoping the young boy will get the hint.

Link takes a minute to realize what he means, but once he does he easily clambers onto his back, still sniffling a little. The wolf feels his hands clutch at the thicker fur by his neck, and he carefully stands up, beginning to trot off through the woods again.

He knows exactly where he needs to take the boy.

The trip to his destination isn’t too far, but between making sure his charge doesn’t fall off his back, and avoiding the occasional monster that dwells in the woods, it takes longer than he’d prefer. By the time he reaches the spirit’s spring, the sun is nearly set and Link is fast asleep on his back, nestled into his fur with little breathy snores escaping him.

The sun is low in the sky, but a few orangey rays of light still shine through the trees, making the water almost glow as the wolf settles down next to it.

As he quietly waits for the boy to stir, a fairy flits by, pausing upon seeing him. She greets him with a chime, which he acknowledges with a nod, and she zips over, jingling worriedly at the injuries he and the child have sustained. He shakes his head at her to tell her not to worry about it, but she spins a few tight circles around them both anyway, and the handful of stinging wounds the golden wolf had been ignoring fade quickly away.

He gives the fairy an grateful look, and she chimes warmly as she continues on her way, disappearing into the fading light.

He watches her go, then gently slides the boy off into a soft patch of grass, pausing when he lets out a murmur in his sleep. But his descendant settles down again, and inwardly he sighs in relief. He settles in next to him to wait, and carefully licks off some of the blood that still stains his neck, going back and forth between cleaning out his fur, and trying to tidy Link up a bit too.

He doesn’t bother keeping an ear out for danger. This spring is a safe place, secure from darkness, and if he’s right about the village that lies only a few hills away, this is where Link is meant to be.

Footsteps suddenly approach from nearby, and the wolf pricks his ears as he listens to them. He gives Link’s cheek one last soft nuzzle, the boy beginning to stir, then slips away to watch from a distance, hidden in the bushes.

Right as he settles in, a young man walks into the spring, blonde hair held back with a bandana. His focus is on the open gate, fiddling with the mechanism that probably locks it once the doors are together, but then Link’s stomach lets out a loud growl.

The man startles and turns, and meets the wide eyes of Link, who is staring at him with an equally surprised look on his face. The man blinks at the sight, and releases the pommel of his sword he’d reflexively grabbed.

“A Hylian?” he murmurs to himself, obviously confused at the sight in front of him.

The man’s eyes take in the dirt coating the child seated in the grass, old tear tracks on his cheeks and dried blood speckling his front. He doesn’t outwardly react, but the wolf sees the confusion in his eyes change to outright concern, and the man gets down to a knee, giving Link a gentle look.

“Where did you come from little one?” the man asks softly, and the wolf watches as Link shrinks down and doesn’t answer, lip quivering.

The man hums, and carefully inches closer, reaching a hand out.

“It’s all right,” he reassures gently, and Link looks up at him, appearing less afraid. “I’m not going to hurt you. Are you hungry? I can get you some food, my wife is making dinner right now.”

Link hesitates, and glances back once at where the golden wolf is hidden with a worried look. He seems to consider, then finally steps closer, reaching out and taking the man’s hand. The man’s face brightens into a smile, and Link relaxes, letting himself be pulled a little closer.

The golden wolf watches in satisfaction as the man, whom he knows is named Rusl, brushes some of the dirt off Link’s face, giving him a reassuring smile.

He doesn’t know the exact tale of how Rusl ends up an adoptive father to Link; Twilight had never gone into much detail when it had come up, and he’d said before even he didn’t remember all the specifics. But he couldn’t have picked a better man to take care of his descendant if he’d tried, and despite him being unable to see it, he gives Rusl a respectful nod.

Rusl then picks up Link, gently and carefully, and settles him into his arms. Link freezes at first, but then sinks into the man’s hold, head resting tiredly on his shoulder.

“Come on little one, you’re safe now,” he says gently, and Link sniffles once, an arm wrapping tightly around Rusl’s neck. “Let’s get you inside, and get some food in you. Then we can try and figure out where you’re from.”

Rusl then stands and looks around the spring one more time, calculating gaze lingering on a paw print sunk into the sand. But it’s getting darker by the second, and nothing else appears out of place, so Rusl leaves the spring, Link tucked securely into his arms.

Time watches them go, single eye glowing silently in the twilight.

[violetregrets1837]

YALL I HAVE A QUESTION

Um. What sort of accents do you guys think each Link has???

I was just looking through a draft and I was reading Twillight's dialogue and then somehow the voice that I read him in was some sort of cross between some sort of vague southern (I not american I have no idea what sort of accents you lot have over there) crossed with Australian???? Of all things???? HELP?????

And now I'm thinking even more about the different accents that everyone has.

Like, I absolutely adore fics that mention that Warriors has an accent because of him either being upper-class or lower-class and how the others in the Chain react to it or still treat him normally or wkfblshcoejclsjfksjgkfh

What about Time who totally adopts his own accent from Malon and Talon. As someone who has picked up on and has started speaking with a slightly thicker countryside accent (irish) I know he absolutely would. He just would!!! And would he even have remnants of how the kokiri and the deku tree talk??? WHAT WOULD THE KOKIRI ACCENT BE LIKE??????

And because I am biased, I'm imagining Wind with a filipino accent. Come on, he's a tropical island boy, he would have our accent!! I remember reading a fic where everyone from Wind's era was speaking tagalog and I was getting emotional because omg me too!

Wild would have some sort of amalgamation of accents from all the different regions. I have no idea how it would be, but he picks up on the Rito, the Gerudo, the Gorons- hell, maybe even accents from the Sheikah or from Hateno Village!!! He's a codeswitching natural, he teleports all across Hyrule almost daily!!!

[wanderlustmagician]

If Twilight met Time and Time wasn’t in his armor, would he reconcile the image of Time with the memory of the Hero’s Shade?

[rosehipandroots]

TWO (2) SMILES THIS UPDATE WE ARE EATING GOOD TONIGHT FAM

(art cred @linkeduniverse)

[ikaishere]

the chain having a powerpoint night! (thanks @breannasfluff @arecaceae175 and @themackenziemachine for helping!!!!! that was so fun)

wild:

"all of my friends' favourite food" but henknows stuff even they dont and refuses to elaborate

time:

"i love my wife" (everyone wishes to perish as be talks about why)

twilight:

"asigning all of my friends different breeds of goats" (hes actually weirdly good at it)

warriors:

"ranking all of the times legend ghosted me, how long he did it for and his excuses"

wind:

"assigning all of my friends an mlp character" (this starts wars)

legend:

"ranking all of my near-death expieriences in lady gaga songs scale" (he and wild get into arguments about him fitting the songs wrongly)

hyrule:

"a guide to mushroom foraging" (its actually useful)

four:

"a ranking of all the reasons hyrule cried for during rhe past month" (and its stuff like "he saw a cat" "wild made a really good soup" "time told him he did a good job" "his bus arrived on time")

sky:

"reasons why i love my friends" but when they complain about him being sappy he pulls out his second one

"buildings in the city that id like to jump off if it wasnt illegal" (mackenzie thats so funny)

ravio:

"reasons why i love legend" (but its just includes stupid picture of legend and is only reasons ravio aould love.someone for - bre you are so right)

[skyward-floored]

for iau prompts, maybe wild and wolfie bonding hours? <33

Heat and pain.

Heat and pain and someone clutching his arm, holding him down, multiple arms holding him down, and he couldn’t get away even though—

Then even more heat and pain and screaming that he couldn’t tell was his own or not and burning, burning burning burning—

Fur.

Wild choked as the sensation drew him out of the nightmare, reaching out to clutch at the fur that was carefully waiting for him wake up.

The fur curled around him the moment he moved, soft and safe. A nose nuzzled at his face, and Wild focused on Twilight as he gasped for breath, the images from his nightmare slowly fading.

The fear stayed though, so horrible it felt like there was a weight crushing him into pieces. A sick feeling rolled around in Wild’s stomach, and he pressed his face further into his brother’s fur, trying to remember through the fog of terror and leftover sleep what Dad always told him to do.

Deep breaths, Wild, Time would say, rubbing him gently on the back while he tried to calm down. Deep breaths.

Dad obviously hadn’t been woken up by him tonight, but Wild could still do what he usually did.

Twilight nuzzled him again, and Wild ran a hand through his thick fur, the repeated motion soothing him as he tried to take deep breaths. It was hard to at first— really hard, actually, but slowly Wild’s breathing started to even out, and his heart stopped thudding quite so hard.

He focused on the softness of the fur curled around him, and the deep, steady breaths of his brother. An owl hooted somewhere outside his window, but Wild didn’t even flinch, feeling much calmer now. His nightmare had faded into nothing but a distant feeling of leftover fear, but it was one that he could ignore enough to fall back asleep.

He couldn’t even remember what the nightmare had been about anymore.

“Thank you Twi,” he whispered, and Twilight’s tail wagged happily.

Wild watched it swish back and forth for a moment, relaxing further into the fur he was cuddled in. Twilight yawned as he curled up a little more tightly, and Wild suddenly felt a wriggle of guilt squirm into his stomach.

This would be the third night in a row he’d woken Twilight up with a nightmare, and it dawned on him now that his brother must be missing an awful lot of sleep on his account.

“Twi?” he whispered, and the wolf flicked an ear to show he was listening. “Do you... are you ever mad that I keep waking you up? You miss out on sleep, and...”

Twilight raised his head and looked at Wild, blue eyes equally warm and intense in the faint glow from the nightlight.

I don’t mind, he was saying, gently bonking his head with Wild’s. Not for you.

“You’re sure?” Wild whispered, and Twilight lightly booped his nose with his, making him giggle. “Okay, okay!”

Feeling much lighter in his chest, Wild snuggled tightly up against Twilight, closing his eyes as his brother relaxed. His tail was still wagging, just a little, and the last thing Wild was aware of before falling back asleep was the overwhelming sensation of feeling safe.

[ikaishere]

THATS INSANEEE

I love @breannasfluff winged Boi series so much! So I started doing some fanart for it. Started with Wild, Legend, and Twilight! I hope I got it right with the wings and colors. I haven't really done a lot of art with feathers, so this was a fun challenge. The rest will come soon! Individual art below.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

I'm almost done with my first work for linked universe!!

I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER SO HERE'S A SHNEAK PEAK, IT'LL BE UP IN A BIT, I PROMISE 🫶🏻🐝

Time was seated on a log, carving at a piece of wood, while Hyrule and Sky mixed up a salve to help soothe your aching muscles. Four was polishing his sword, sitting next to Wars, who was twirling a small knife in his hand. Wind was snoozing away peacefully at your side, snoring loudly. Twillight was leaning on Epona, gently stroking her mane. She had decided she needed a break too and let herself rest underneath a nearby tree. Legend was kicking rocks. Literally. He paced around the camp and seemed deep in thought, kicking away a small stone every so often. And you? Well, you were in the middle of all of this. But you loved every second of it. It was overall quiet, except for the sounds of nature or the ones your companions were making. The soft sound of Wind's snores, Times wood carving, and the grinding of the mortar and pestle interrupted by the occasional scrape of Legends boots against the ground. And then there were the smells. The smokiness of the fire, the herby scent of the tincture Sky and Hyrule were concocting, and the mouth-watering aromas of Wild's hearty meat stew were filling your nose. As exhausting and draining the journey has been, these moments where everything seemed.. like it would be alright, would replenish your energy as well as your soul for evermore. You couldn't help but smile, looking over at Wind, who was still napping next to you. Staring off into the distance, you admired the grand view that was Hyrule. The towering mountains, green meadows and trees, the pink and orange sky all accompanied by the castle at the horizon. What a sight. You wished it would be under different circumstances, though. Ones where there wasn't in underlying feeling of dread settling in your stomach, wondering how long until everything was turned upside down again. This was too good to be true. But just for a moment, you allowed yourself to bask in the warm embrace of Hyrules setting sun, surrounded by your Links, your friends, companions, and Heroes.

I can't wait for all of you to read it! 🩷

Home is where the Heart is 🌱

@pinkalmondcake 👀

@vampkennedy 👀

[wanderlustmagician]

7 & 10 for the ask game :D

I’m gonna answer these backwards, for reasons :3

10. What are your writing goals for the upcoming year?

Since we’re still in January, I’m gonna answer this for this year. My goals are to be able to write and complete at minimum 50 fan works this year and up my word count goals with each thing posted. It’s been an almost five years since I last sat down with the intention to write and it’s been both exhilarating and frustrating to get back into it. I’ve got some really amazing friends who are so supportive and I want to make their support of me worth it by finally making moves to write my own books… but I’m very out of a practice and my creativity was very lacking for a while. Now that it’s coming back, I’m going to really push myself to get back to where I was and fall back in love with it again.

I’d love to pick back up on writing for my original content ideas and get back to working on that as well, but small achievable goals to start.

7. Share a line/paragraph/snippet that you were especially proud of.

Oooh hmm. I’ve got more than one… so for the sake of not over sharing I’ll share one and if anyone is interested in the others, they can ask? Honestly I don’t mind sharing them all LOL

In this one I wanted to explore Time’s POV of realizing that Twilight is his descendant. Twilight doesn’t immediately recognize Time as the Hero’s Shade and they sort of beef with each other a bit in the beginning. This snippet is part of a larger work, but it’s post Time finding out about the Hero’s Shade and his relation to Twilight.

He feels… bad about his initial decision to tease the boy so much now. More so because he’s… he’s his in a way that no one but Malon has ever come close to being. It hurts… to know that one day he will be so… so cruel to him and say things that fuel his doubts and curb his self confidence still to this day. He’s already failed, been a… a failure of a hero, failure to Hyrule, and now a failure to his descendants. It stings, throbs like a bruise.

The boy in question, his- his descendant, Link, Goat Boy, Descendant- descendant makes a breathy whine in his sleep. His brow furrowed slightly, nose a little wrinkled, and limbs curling into himself. He scoots closer, not that he was sleeping all that far away, and runs a gentle, careful, oh so careful knuckle across the boy’s cheekbone, along the dark mark that sits there before gently pushing his fingers into the soft hair at his temple. His body relaxes, limbs uncurling slightly and the furrow of his brow smooths. Petting the boy like this, letting himself feel the affection that’s been quietly stirring up behind his sternum, it feels like a balm to his soul. He couldn’t do this while the boy is awake, no not yet. It would feel too much like coddling, like a lack of trust. He couldn’t have that.

He wonders, briefly, how much of a balm it would be to have the boy curled up against him. Warm and heavy with sleep and trust, would it soothe the ache or would it make his sins feel heavier? To have the measure of this boy’s life, so very deeply affected by his failures, in his hands… his trust in him on his conscience alongside it.

It’s worth it he decides.

(And then the next morning, when he wakes up groggy and slightly disoriented - he’ll act like normal, teasing and questioning, and take the boy’s frustration with him alongside that slowly growing trust - he greets him with a chirpy ‘morning goat boy! Sleep well?’ and laugh as the boy buries himself back into the pillow with a groan. He’ll hold himself back from running his fingers through his hair again or running a soothing hand between his shoulders, instead he’ll ruffle his hair and make it more of a mess than it was and laugh at the boy’s attempt to look scathing. They aren’t close enough for that much affection, not yet, no matter how much he wants to.)

[ordonianhero]

As the morning light began to light up the room. He shifted slightly. Dislodging the hot water bottle from his side. He slowly open his eyes, still heavy with sleep. He then let out a yawn and turned his head to the side, where he saw the older hero. Asleep. His feature looked like even with his eyes closed he was fighting something in his dreams. Rancher closed his eyes again and buried into Time side and buries in. Stirring the older hero awake. He looked over and softly smiled at his pup. He gently rubbed their side to ease them back to sleep.

[chodzacaparodia]

So if this theory about Lu Guang is true…

But seriously, how old are you Lu Guang??

[junofangz]

In my Au the first hero is apart of the linked group and he has awaken from his tomb due to having a fragment of hylias light magic within him...

He's still figuring it all out

[rosehipandroots]

hero's shade twi? HERO'S SHADE TWI???

(art by @linkeduniverse)

[skyward-floored]

How about wild becoming an example of why heroes don’t wear capes?

You all remember that older Wild thing I posted once? This is similar in time to that, so they’re all a little older here.

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“Wild, why are you wearing that?”

Wild’s startled a little at Hyrule’s question, and he quickly pushed the cape that was around his neck behind his back, somewhat hiding it from view.

“Yeah, Wild why are you wearing that? It’s not part of your usual getup,” Twilight asked, an eyebrow raised. Wild shuffled his feet a little.

“I just wanted to spice it up a little,” Wild muttered, ears pink. “A bunch of heroes have capes, they’re cool.”

Twilight studied him, a hand on his chin, and then a smile pulled at his lips.

“Ohhhh, I see,” Twilight said knowingly. “Bet you anything Flora said she likes capes, ‘Rule.”

Hyrule’s face lit up in understanding as he let out an ohhhh almost exactly like Twilight’s, and Wild’s ears went even darker, much to his brothers’ amusement.

“She did not, I’m just seeing what it’s like having a cape!” Wild retorted, his arms crossed. “Is that so wrong?!”

“It’s kind of long,” Hyrule pointed out, walking around Wild and studying the offending article of clothing. “You might trip on it.”

“I’ll be careful!”

“It’ll hinder your movement,” Twilight said with a shake of his head. “Your thing is speed, Wild, this’ll just slow you down and get in the way. What makes you think a cape is a good idea?”

“Its a great idea!” Wild snapped back, and whipped his cape out behind him. “And I’ll prove it to you! I’ll go all the way to the woods and then back with it on! Without it getting in the way!”

Twilight shrugged, the same slight smile on his face, and he and Hyrule followed Wild outside to watch him run. Wild straightened his cape out behind himself, getting into a ready position, and then with one last annoyed look over at Twilight, took off across the yard.

Hyrule and Twilight watched him run, their brother little more than a blur. His dark cape was clearly visible though, and it billowed out behind him as he jumped over a log.

“I don’t know Twi, it looks like he’s handling it,” Hyrule said as Wild nearly dodged a tree, reaching the woods and turning around. “Maybe it would be okay.”

“Just wait, trust me.”

Wild came speeding back in their direction, incredibly fast as usual, and Twilight could just faintly make out a grin on his face. He jumped back over the same log again, but this time it didn’t go as smoothly.

His cape snagged on a branch from a nearby tree, and Twilight and Hyrule watched in dismay as Wild was pulled to an abrupt stop with a yelp, then went tumbling backwards, his cape wrapping around him tighter than one of Sky’s hugs.

Twilight ran over, Hyrule on his heels as they reached Wild, their brother looking slightly dazed. He spat a few leaves out of his mouth, and didn’t quite look Twilight in the eye as he crouched next to him.

“You don’t have to say it,” Wild sighed, wriggling a little as he tried to free himself. He was stuck tight though, and Hyrule and Twilight both got to work unwrapping him.

None of them said anything for a few moments while they worked on freeing Wild, and when he was finally free, he took off his cape with a bit of disappointment.

“You were right, Twi,” he sighed, and Hyrule patted him on the arm.

“It’s not so much that I was right... more like you just forgot what Fi and G always say is the most important rule of costume design, Wild,” Twilight said.

“...And what’s that?” Wild asked.

Twilight leaned over, and gestured to the cape in his arms, a faint smile on his lips.

“No capes.”