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Just a guy on the internet I go by Grey online :D You can check me out on ao3 for a variety of fics: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Grey_Decemi

[greydecemi]

inspired by lost in paradise! (season 1 end credits)

dipping my toes into jjk, and after watching season 2 I needed some lighthearted art of the gang. all silly is intended

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[greydecemi]

Seth, guardian of Nyleth

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I know, I forgot his moss shawl thing ;-;, please forgive me

Also, I truthfully haven’t gotten to act three yet, but this guy and his story is just so amazing he’s just so sad and yet so incredible

[greydecemi]

first drawing of Macaque! Got a bit frustrated with his shadow, but eventually just left it as is

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reblog if you’re NOT tumblr famous, but you ARE tired and kinda gay

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If You Can't Say Anything Nice 1

Whumptober Day 7: Radio Silence

Characters: Legend

Trigger warnings: Anxiety, bullying, struggling to communicate, lil bit of unreliable narrator

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"I don’t know what his problem is, but you shouldn’t let him push you around like that.”

Sky’s response is lost in the roaring in Legend’s ears. His skin feels cold – his face feels hot – his eyes burn painfully dry –

He hadn’t – he wasn’t being mean. He hadn’t even – what had he even said? The buzzing in his head is spreading, drowning everything out. His skin feels like millions of bees are walking over it – or humming just underneath.

I’m sorry, he wants to say. I didn’t mean it.

No one – no one ever listens, though. Scoffs, brushes it off. Tells him off for talking back. For being sarcastic, or for lying. He’s not. He just – doesn’t understand.

If you can’t think of something nice to say, his uncle used to tell him, don’t say anything at all.

He’s trying. He doesn’t – it’s not as if Legend wants to make people angry with him. Working in a team – isn’t something he’s that experienced in, but he’s not against it. He wants to help.

The others call him ‘the veteran’. Sometimes it just makes him feel old, but it means the others recognise he’s seen a lot. Fought a lot of different monsters, dealt with a lot of different problems, found often unconventional solutions (that somehow still involve less fire than whatever Wild is doing at any given moment). It means he notices stuff, and sometimes that stuff is useful.

In the very next fight, Legend is working his way through what feels like a small horde of miniblins when flashes of colour among the overhead kargaroks catch his attention. He bats one of the little monsters away and squints upwards, making sure – yeah, there’s at least one vire in the air.

“Wars,” he calls, since the man is on airborne monster control, “watch out, when you kill those –”

“Yes, thank you, Legend, I think I have it covered,” Warriors snaps.

Legend flinches back from the next burst of fire. Why had he-? He’d just – how was that even-? Then his train of thought is broken by a moblin’s roar and he gratefully lets it fall away. Maybe battle’s not the best time for something he struggles with anyway. Maybe he needs to think it through more.

He lets the moblin push him away from where Warriors is trying to start a forest fire. Then, when it overextends itself thinking he’s too tired to dodge, he steps in close and stabs up into the heart.

The moblin collapses and starts to smoke gently. A bokoblin stops to wave its weapon at him angrily, and Legend takes the opportunity to behead it. Why were Wild’s monsters so weird?

The natural tide of the battle has drawn Wind to the edge of the clearing, where the ground underfoot becomes a minefield of rocks and exposed roots. He wants to warn him, but after Warriors – he’s fine, Wind’s always telling them he doesn’t need their protection. He’s a hero just like them.

Wind finishes off the bokoblin and swings to the next, triumphant. Wind’s like that - big, sweeping movements that look flashy and open to exploitation, while his excellent blade control keeps him well centred.

He’s still used to a flatter battleground, though, and doesn’t always notice shifts in terrain. Wind knocks aside a stab and steps forward to cut the bokoblin in half. The monster goes down with a squeal, but so does Wind, foot caught in a tree root and ankle twisting under his weight.

Quietly, Legend deals with a couple of keese diving in. They’re not difficult – one sword stroke each to cut off a wing takes them down – but if they get an artery, especially when you’re already off balance, they can cause a lot of damage. That’s why he wanted to warn Wars.

Why did he yell at me?

Wind staggers back up without incident. He tests his ankle and winces, but heads off to sneak-attack a lizalfos that’s focused on Twilight with only a slight limp, and Legend gets absorbed in a cat-and-mouse fight with one of Sky’s annoying armoured moblins.

Later, once the fight is over, he approaches Wind.

“Hey, sailor. How’s your ankle?”

Wind flushes. “Fuck. It would be you who saw that.”

Legend rocks from foot to foot. This is already not going well, Wind’s already upset, should he just cut and run-? But next time Wind might be too far away, or there might be more monsters. He has to at least try.

“It was the tree roots giving you problems. A lot of your fighting happens on the deck of a boat or on sand, right? The footing’s different and you’re not used to it.”

Wind makes a face but nods.

“Getting used to obstacles underfoot takes practice. There’s a couple things you can do to regain balance more quickly that don’t work for sand, obviously it’s best not to lose track of where you are in the first place but –”

“Aw, don’t bully him, vet,” Twilight jeers, leaning an unkind elbow on Legend’s head. “Not everyone can be as perfect as you.”

Legend swats him away and storms off, face blazing.

-----

As he scours black blood from the rivets of the Tempered Sword’s guard, Legend listens to the not-argument happening a few feet away.

“Nope, I’m not touching that. Do your own weapons maintenance, Wind.”

“Aww,” Wind whines, “why not? You’re sharpening Twilight’s sword!”

“Because his is blessedly normal,” Four says sternly. “Yours is enchanted to hell and back. I don’t touch magic weapons, not anymore. You never know what they’re gonna do to you.”

Four Sword’s already enough for you, huh?

Legend’s throat locks up before the words can come out.

Would Four be upset if he said that? He’s so proud of his blade and the workmanship that went into it, and he’s right to be; why use something else when the Four Sword suits him so well? But what if he thinks Legend is looking down on him for not trying a different weapon – for not helping Wind – for refusing to touch the Master Sword to Sky’s face –

“You shouldn’t push your chores off on other people, Wind,” Sky chides lightly. “Four’s only helping because Twilight sprained his wrist.”

Four shrugs. “I mean, as soon as we come to a smithy who’s willing to let me rent an anvil, I’ll definitely be fixing up everyone’s armour.”

“That’s different. That’s a valuable skill we appreciate you using to help, not basic weapons maintenance,” says Time. He ruffles Wind’s hair when the boy pouts. “Come along, Wind; I need to do some work on the Biggoron Sword today. Want to see if you can finish first?”

Legend mutely watches them go.

He hadn’t… said anything. No one yelled at him.

If you can’t think of something nice to say, don’t say anything at all.

…is he just… not a nice person?

-----

Legend takes time over the next few days to really watch the people around him interacting.

They talk a lot. It’s a constant back and forth that makes Legend tired just following it, chatter and jokes and stories. Even Time, notoriously reserved, will crack jokes that make everyone stare at him in delighted bewilderment. They’re also touching all the time, little things; Wars tugging playfully at Wind’s hair, Wind throwing himself at Twilight demanding piggyback rides, Sky gently hip-checking Four when the smithy gets stuck in his head.

By contrast, everyone keeps their distance from him. Even Hyrule, who sometimes wanders over eager to ask questions about the time before his own, keeps a careful arms-length away. No one else even gets that close, unless it’s to shove him or pinch his ears.

There’s a difference in how they treat him that he hadn’t noticed before.

Legend’s chest hurts.

They really do just… tolerate him. He’s – he’s a good fighter, and that’s – that’s all.

Maybe that’s - maybe that’s - okay. He can be useful, that way. He can fight all kinds of monsters, and quietly cover their backs. He can still help.

He keeps to himself after that. In battle he’s as fierce as ever, and freely guards the others when they’re turned away from danger. But he stops trying to reach out, to participate in team tactics. He stops trying to joke with the others, or offer stories he thinks they’d find interesting.

He stops talking.

It’s the best thing for everyone.

So why does it hurt so much?

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Sitting by the evening’s campfire, Legend considers getting up and moving closer, maybe adding some more wood. He feels cold, despite the licking flames. Legend’s so engrossed in the decision to move or not move that he completely misses the footsteps approaching from the side.

“Hey, Legend.”

He flinches and looks up. Wide violet meets sky blue, and Sky smiles warm and gentle. “Can I sit with you for a bit?”

I can’t stop you/why would you want to/I’ll only make you upset/don’t refuse/don’t make him mad; his throat closes before he can say anything. Instead he presses his lips together and nods.

When Sky sits, he’s so close Legend can feel the warmth radiating off him. He nearly sways into it; stops himself at the last second. No one likes you, he reminds himself, don’t push your luck.

Sky doesn’t catch his lapse, for which Legend is thankful. The man is instead looking out across the camp with his usual absent smile. It’s like he just came over to… sit there. With him. For no reason.

Slowly, hardly daring to believe it, Legend relaxes. Sky does spend a lot of time just watching the world go by.

This isn’t so bad.

“Hey, Ledge.”

He flinches again.

Sky’s not quite looking at him, still facing the fire. “I noticed you’ve been really quiet lately. It can be hard, sometimes, being in such a big group. I guess I’m just -” he flashes Legend a crooked smile - “wondering if you’re doing okay.”

The lump in his throat burns.

“Legend?” Sky looks so – so concerned, so worried over Legend, when he’s always cranky and mean and can’t say anything right –

The first sob takes him by surprise.

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The Four parts of panic

Sky was bleeding out. Rapidly. He’d taken a moblin spear to the lung whilst they were clearing out Skyview Temple in the Chosen Hero’s own era. Hyrule had done everything he could, but it didn’t change the fact that Sky was so close to death, blood pouring from too many wounds scattered across his body. Four stood off to the side awkwardly as the others collectively worked together like a well-polished sword, balancing out the equation when no one else could. But where did he fit?

OR Four has a panic attack, and Warriors helps him out.

WARNINGS: Sky almost dies? But it's not the main focus at all so there's no real graphic death scenes or anything. Panic attacks.

Preview under the cut!

Sky was bleeding out. Rapidly.

He’d taken a moblin spear to the lung whilst they were clearing out Skyview Temple in the Chosen Hero’s own era. Hyrule had done everything he could, but it didn’t change the fact that Sky was so close to death, blood pouring from too many wounds scattered across his body.

Wind and Legend were rummaging through Hyrule’s pack, giving him the supplies he needed. Wild and Twilight were brewing an elixir, albeit rather slowly. Time and Warriors were aiding Hyrule, one pinning Sky down whilst the other flittered around, helping the others, and then swapping roles.

Four didn’t know what to do.

He was a blacksmith, not a healer. Of course, his four colours were debating options, but Four was at a loss as to what to do.

Vio muttered, We need to find a herb or something – stop infection on those wounds.

We don’t have time for that! Red cried. He’ll die of blood loss before infection sets in.

But infection should still be of our concern! Vio retorted.

The monsters are still around here somewhere, we should go hold them off. They’ll have been drawn by that scream Sky let off earlier, Blue remarked, We could hold them off now, so the others don’t have to.

We can’t hold off all the monsters in Faron woods by ourselves, Blue, Green retorted, ever the voice of reason.

Blue snarled angrily, Well, there’s not much else we can do, is there Green?

Four stood off to the side awkwardly as the others collectively worked together like a well-polished sword, balancing out the equation when no one else could.

But where did he fit?

“I need more wood, this fire’s going out!” Wild called out, and Wind responded before Four could, answering the Champion, “I’ll get it in a moment.”

Four wringed his hands together, trying to find something to do, but failing. Back home, whenever he’d feel this feeling, he’d started working on something, working on a solution, hammering his issues away. But there was no hammer and anvil for him here. He felt his breath quicken, the voices of the Heroes fading to background noise as his heart pounded in his ears.

He felt stuck, he felt weak, he felt useless.

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[greydecemi]

@undertheopensky saw your reaction to What we need to be human and thought you might be interested in the Four-centric fic!!

[greydecemi]

The Four parts of panic

Sky was bleeding out. Rapidly. He’d taken a moblin spear to the lung whilst they were clearing out Skyview Temple in the Chosen Hero’s own era. Hyrule had done everything he could, but it didn’t change the fact that Sky was so close to death, blood pouring from too many wounds scattered across his body. Four stood off to the side awkwardly as the others collectively worked together like a well-polished sword, balancing out the equation when no one else could. But where did he fit?

OR Four has a panic attack, and Warriors helps him out.

WARNINGS: Sky almost dies? But it's not the main focus at all so there's no real graphic death scenes or anything. Panic attacks.

Preview under the cut!

Sky was bleeding out. Rapidly.

He’d taken a moblin spear to the lung whilst they were clearing out Skyview Temple in the Chosen Hero’s own era. Hyrule had done everything he could, but it didn’t change the fact that Sky was so close to death, blood pouring from too many wounds scattered across his body.

Wind and Legend were rummaging through Hyrule’s pack, giving him the supplies he needed. Wild and Twilight were brewing an elixir, albeit rather slowly. Time and Warriors were aiding Hyrule, one pinning Sky down whilst the other flittered around, helping the others, and then swapping roles.

Four didn’t know what to do.

He was a blacksmith, not a healer. Of course, his four colours were debating options, but Four was at a loss as to what to do.

Vio muttered, We need to find a herb or something – stop infection on those wounds.

We don’t have time for that! Red cried. He’ll die of blood loss before infection sets in.

But infection should still be of our concern! Vio retorted.

The monsters are still around here somewhere, we should go hold them off. They’ll have been drawn by that scream Sky let off earlier, Blue remarked, We could hold them off now, so the others don’t have to.

We can’t hold off all the monsters in Faron woods by ourselves, Blue, Green retorted, ever the voice of reason.

Blue snarled angrily, Well, there’s not much else we can do, is there Green?

Four stood off to the side awkwardly as the others collectively worked together like a well-polished sword, balancing out the equation when no one else could.

But where did he fit?

“I need more wood, this fire’s going out!” Wild called out, and Wind responded before Four could, answering the Champion, “I’ll get it in a moment.”

Four wringed his hands together, trying to find something to do, but failing. Back home, whenever he’d feel this feeling, he’d started working on something, working on a solution, hammering his issues away. But there was no hammer and anvil for him here. He felt his breath quicken, the voices of the Heroes fading to background noise as his heart pounded in his ears.

He felt stuck, he felt weak, he felt useless.

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What we need to be hylian

Legend knew that Sky had killed a God.

But Legend found it almost impossible to believe, that the dozy hero with his head in the clouds, who spoke with compassion about everything he did, or everything he saw, had killed a God. The Hero who slept cuddled under the sailcloth his Zelda had cautiously crafted for him.

Legend just couldn’t believe it.

Until today.

OR: Legend and Sky get captured, which brings out the darker side of the Chosen Hero. WARNINGS: There is violence, but its not graphic. Got a lot of reference to Skyward Sword in it (Sky has Ghirahim trauma), which won't impact the story if you haven't played the game.

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Legend knew that Sky had killed a God.

He distinctly remembered the moment where the Chosen Hero had quietly explained the reincarnation cycle, and how it started. He remembered how Sky had recounted that final battle against Demise with shaking hands, rubbing old scars up his right arm as the others slowly came to terms with the reality of the situation.

But Legend found it almost impossible to believe, that the dozy hero with his head in the clouds, who spoke with compassion about everything he did, or everything he saw, had killed a God. The Hero who slept cuddled under the sailcloth his Zelda had cautiously crafted for him.

Legend just couldn’t believe it.

Until today.

They had been ambushed, and both Legend and Sky had been taken hostage by the strange assassins in Wild’s Hyrule. They’d taunted them for what felt like days before locking them both in separate cages.

Legend was sitting on the floor of the cage, unable to see his hands due to the metal casings that surrounded them to prohibit the use of his magic. The room was filled with the stench of blood staining iron, and he rested his forehead on the cool metal bars, trying to find a small amount of relief in the cold. The hideout was stiflingly hot, and Legend found himself dizzy just from the heat.

Sky was in a similar situation on the opposite end of the room, bound up in a cage, and sweating through his undershirt. His hair was matted slightly from Yiga blood, as one had bled out on top of him. He caught Legend’s eye and gave him a worn grin, which Legend returned in kind.

Their humid peace was disturbed by the slamming of the dungeon door, as multiple Yiga entered, followed by the singular most ugly assassin Legend had ever seen. He seemed more decorated than the rest of the Yiga, with strange charms adorning his outfit and an unsual looking scarf (Legend didn’t know what it was, but it looked like a scarf) around his neck. But he had little time to speculate who it was before his questions were answered.

“I present to you, companions of the Hero Link, the all-powerful leader of the Yiga Clan, Master Kohga!” The Yiga all saluted as the ‘all powerful Master Kohga’ laughed.

“Well, well, well! Look what we have here!” Kohga said, clapping his hands together. “Two companions of Link! The one who attempted to best me and cast me down into the depths of Hyrule! What would a Hero like him have use for you two, hm?”

Legend had heard enough villain monologues in his time that he didn’t want to listen to another, so he responded with his usual snark, and mocked him. “What’s it to you, oh so powerful leader of the Yiga clan?”

Master Kohga made what sounded like a sound of frustration and stamped his feet like a toddler on the floor. He pointed a finger at Legend, exclaiming, “How dare you insult me! Oh, I wasn’t even planning on hurting you unless you refused information, but obviously, I need to teach you a lesson!’

What was this guy’s deal? He was jumping to some quick decisions that, in Legend opinion, felt undeserved. But Legend felt his heart rate pick up at Kohga’s choice of words. Of course, there was going to be punishment.

“What kind of punishment?” Another voice said, and Legend was surprised to see Sky pitching in. His tone was different to anything he’d ever heard from the Chosen Hero before, low and deliberately emotionless, as his was filled with stone-cold defiance.

Kohga turned to Sky and shrugged with malice. “Well, I for one really enjoy a good show. And as penance for your friend’s snark, you will be the one to pay the price.”

Legend could feel his heart in his throat, and surged forwards, shouting, “No! It was my mistake, you overstuffed pincushion, and I’m the one with my head up my ass!” Kohga laughed, and the sound chilled Legend to the bone. “Oh, this will be fun. Yiga Clan! Take the tall one to the Pit!”

Legend watched as four Yiga foot soldiers entered his brother’s cage. He heard, rather than saw, the clicking of locks as the chains fell free, and the Yiga quickly re-bound Sky.

Before they left, Sky turned back to Legend with an expression he couldn’t place. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.”

Kohga laughed more at the despair on Legend’s face, then said simply. “You can come with me; I want you to watch this.”

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[greydecemi]

Flavoured Rewards

Twilight and Warriors attempt to parent Wind, but he's about to show them just mischievous a pirate can be...

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How rude. Wind thought to himself as he stomped away from Twilight’s firm gaze. That’s absolute bullshit, I could outdrink them all if I tried. Sitting down at a small table, noticeably away from the bar, Wind sulked.

They had arrived at one of Warriors’ towns that day and booked a room at the Inn. After much debate, Wind had only just managed to convince Twilight and Wars to come to the tavern, but they had a solid ‘no’ for actually drinking anything.

Wind scowled at them from across the room, glaring at the drinks in the Chain’s hands with such venom he wished they’d spontaneously combust. He could imagine the look on the Captain’s face if his drink exploded, sending red wine all over his blue scarf, yeah, that seemed like an adequate punishment for his crimes. He shot a filthy look at Twilight, the rancher holding a glass of water, happy chatting with Wild and Hyrule about something or another. Sky was in the opposite corner of the square room to Wind, softly snoring, his sailcloth pulled over his head in some feeble attempt to block out the din from the many people gathering and chatting away.

Four was deep in discussion with Legend, a hammer in his hands as he seemingly drilled Legend on the craftsmanship. Legend was frowning, but was very invested in the conversation, occasionally stopping Four’s train of thought with a question or two, before continuing to commit the information to memory.

“Something wrong here, sailor?” Wind jerked, face shooting to Time’s form, who had somehow taken the seat next to him without his notice. Wind puffed, a fowl expression on his face, as he looked at the bar sadly. Time huffed a laugh. “Sad you’re missing out on the drinks?” Wind somehow managed to scowl even further, before exclaiming, “Twi and Wars thing they can pick and choose what I can and can’t do! I could outdrink everyone in this room if I wanted too! Damn bastards!” He almost shouted, throwing a hand in the air before sinking further into his seat in anger.

“Hm, well, maybe I could provide an alternative?” Winds eyes changed from anger to curiosity, sitting attentively before responding, “What alternative? Better not be milk.” Time grinned, a childlike mischief settling on his face, reminding Wind of Mask.

“It’s like they get all the fun!” Tune exclaimed, flinging himself back on the grass. He turned to face Mask, “It makes me wonder if I’m ever gonna be like that.” Mask cackled, “What, a cranky old geezer? Never! I won’t let you become an old story-telling wart!” Both boys laughed on the grass for a moment. Tune’s joyful expression fell as he said gloomily, “Still, I hate that we’re missing out.” Mask raised an eyebrow, before sitting upright. “Well, they’re all boring anyway. Hey Tune, I bet I could find us something better to do!” Mask had said, leaping up from his seat on the ground with his signature smirk. “Like what?” Tune responded, curiosity seeping into him against his better judgement. “You ever seen a dragon?” Mask responded, rocking back onto his heels, his hair blowing in the breeze. “No?” Tune responded, before a gasp overcame him. “Is there one? Here?” Mask cocked a sly grin before shrugging. “I don’t know, but hey, wanna find out?” Tune nodded excitedly, standing up. Mask grabbed his hand and started tugging him towards the forest. “Shouldn’t we tell the captain first?” Tune said, no falter to his footsteps in the opposite direction to camp. “Nah, the one true Link can come and find us if he gets worried.”

“Well, I can’t tell you now, but I can tell you, it’s better than milk.” Wind pondered his extreme vagueness, before turning to face him fully. “Fine. I’m in. What is it old man?” Time gave him an expectant look, and Winds face once again fell. “I’ve got to pay for it? What kind of business are you running here?!” Time chuckled, before shaking his head. “Not pay for it, no. But you do have to earn it.” So, reward for a challenge. Well, Wind wouldn’t be a pirate if he backed down from a challenge. “What do I have to do?”

Time pulled out a list from an inner pocket and turned it to face Wind. “You have to collect all of these items without their owners finding out you have them, and return them to me. Once you have them all, you win the reward.” Wind examined the list and whistled.

Sky’s harp should be easy enough, the man’s sleeping, Four’s headband, much harder, Four was quite alert. Similar items were listed, in total there were seven items of varying difficulty to collect, simply due to how much the owner treasured them. “Twilight’s earring?! This is going to be impossible! You’ve set me the impossible stupid!” Wind said, pointing at Time accusatorily. Time simply shrugged again. “My reward doesn’t come for free sailor, I’m just seeing how much of a pirate you really are.” Oh, he was going to get it. “I’m more of a pirate than you are old man, in fact, I’m a hundred times the pirate you are! Probably more!” Time grinned, leaning forwards, eyes flicking between Wind’s face and the merry gathering of Links. “Then prove it.”

And so, the game was on. Wind pocketed the list, aiming to collect his prize from Hyrule first. Time had asked for twenty rupees from Hyrule, which was a simple pickpocketing task, and so Wind easily sidled into the conversation.

“Actually, Flora told me all about the evolution of the Zora-“ “Hey, Rule, Wild. Twilight.” Wind spat out the last name, fixing the rancher with a glare. “Oh, hey sailor.” Hyrule said, not noticing the aggression towards Twilight, who seemed to cower in his place. “Rulie, I really need something from you. Wild as well.” Wind fixed the confused traveller and champion with a slightly desperate look. “Yeah? What do you need?” Wild asked, Hyrule nodding along with him. “I need to borrow your slate Wild, and twenty rupees from Rulie here.” The Champion gave Wind an incredibly confused look. “.. Why do you need to borrow my slate?” He said slowly, as if trying to make sense of it all. “Uh, gambling.” Wind said, giving them an obvious stare. Twilight opened his mouth as if to protest, but Wind shoved him aside. “Nope! You don’t get to say no! Plus, I promise I’ll only spend the twenty rupees, no more.” Wind said, giving them an innocent stare, and he saw Hyrule give in. But Wild said, just as confused as before, “But why do you need my slate for gambling?”

“Victory pictures!” Wind mentally cheered in celebration of his quick thinking. Wild shrugged. “Yeah, okay.” The Champion said, pulling his slate off his hip and giving it to Wind. Hyrule rummaged through his pockets, and found a singular red rupee, giving it to Wind with a slightly bemused expression. “Thanks! You guys are the bestest!” Wind chorused, jogging off into the crowd, before turning around and heading towards Sky.

The Chosen Hero was so out of it that he didn’t even stir as Wind pushed him forwards, pulling his harp off of his belt hook with ease. Wind felt a slight twinge of remorse. “Sorry Sky.” Wind said to the sleeping Hero, who didn’t respond.

That’s three out of seven, only Legend, Warriors, Four and Twilight to go.

Wind decided he would tackle Legend and Four next.

Skipping over to the two smithing enthusiasts, Wind plastered a big grin on his face, the items he needed to collect firm in his mind. Four’s Headband, All four of Legend’s power bracelets.

“Watcha talkin’ about?” Wind said as he approached the back of the smithy, peering over the top of his head to properly see the hammer they were discussing. It had an intricately carved handle, and Wind silently admired the craftsmanship.

“A hammer I got a long time ago. Legend was curious.” Four said absentmindedly, giving it an approving look. Legend met Wind’s eyes, a suspicious look in his eyes. “What do you want, Sailor?” Wind considered his options. He could lie, but he wasn’t sure he could fool Legend, the veteran’s keen abilities of secrecy made it difficult to lie effectively. So, he went with the second option, a wonderful idea.

“Okay, I need something from you Legend, and but don’t worry, I’ll tell you why.” Legend’s eyes filled with attentive curiosity. Wind added, “And I need Four’s headband.” An incredulous look crossed the smithy in question, and he spluttered, “What?” Wind waved a hand in the air and simply said, “Just shenanigans stuff, trust me, best to stay out of it.” Four nodded, albeit confusedly, and Legend started pulling off his power bracelets. “So,” The Vet said, yanking one off with unnecessary force, “Why do you need these?” Wind rapidly thought of an excuse. “To beat Twilight in an arm wrestle.” Legend gave him a side eye, as Four pitched in, “He’s way too strong for that, even with the bracelets.” Wind winked at him, grinning ear to ear as he cackled. “Oh, I’m not going to be the one wrestling him.”

Both Legend and Four looked at each other, brown furrowed in a look of incredible confusion, and Wind simply laughed.

~~

“Ladies and gentlemen, non-men, heroes, children, animals, birdkind and fishkind, welcome to the fight of the century!” Wind shouted from where he stood on a table. Time watched from the corner, smiling at the ludicrous display.

“In the left corner we have Link, Hero of Twilight, humble herder of goats.” Cheering erupted from the tavern, people betting on Twilights victory. The rancher himself was flustered and confused, still very uneasy about the reasons behind this wrestle.

“In the right corner we also have Link! Master craftsman and fuelled by the power bracelets, he’s a force to be reckoned with!” Four gave Wind a murderous look as light-hearted jeering came from the crowd, none of the onlookers expecting him to win.

“Please, please, please! I really need this to get both Twi and Wars!” Wind had practically begged the smithy, who looked very concerned for his health. “Twilight could break BOTH my arms with barely any effort, Wind, and I like my arms the way they are.” Wind gave him the puppy-dog eyes, to which Four barely batted an eye. “That doesn’t work on me.” Wind threw his arms in the air, groaning loudly. “I’ll make you a deal.” Four said, and Wind looked at him hopefully. “You make the both of them look real damn stupid, and I’ll be perfectly happy to be a pawn in your game.”

“Now this is a spectacle to see folks! Can a rancher beat a smithy? Come and see!” Wind hollered. “Wrestlers, get ready!” Twilight and Four moved into position, and Wind stooped down to Warriors. “The bets still on?” Warriors nodded, “I won’t lose, yaknow. The rancher’s too strong for the smithy.” Wind grinned. “Oh, I’m certain Four can do it.” Warriors grinned. “Sure, sure. Keep thinking that.”

He stood up straight, and yelled, “Three!” Twilight and Four stooped down to the table. “Two!” They grasped arms, bracelets clinking on Four’s wrists as a sly grin crept up his face. “One!” “Good luck.” Twilight said, and Four responded, “You too.”

“Go!” Wind practically screamed, and both Heroes arms tensed up, but they remained in place. Twilight’s side of the table had a large gathering, all cheering on the goat herd, who’s face was a mask of concentration. Four snatched a glance at Wind, who was vividly cheering for him.

They remained solid as stone for a solid ten minutes. Neither of them broke a sweat, neither of them spoke as they faced off, strong blacksmithing muscle against rancher muscle. It was an impressive show.

Until Four started to lose.

It started with a small quiver, and then his arm was tilting to the side, sweat beading on the smithy’s forehead. “Crap.” He breathed, pushing hard against Twilight’s hand. Twilight was pushing very hard himself, the time clearly wearing on him.

Which gave Four a chance.

He shoved hard against Twilight’s arm, the rancher accidentally slipping against the force, and then Four was in the lead. The Smithy’s eyes glinted blue, and Wind knew he was getting serious. Twilight’s team of supporters were practically screaming at him, and Wind really felt for the guy. It mustn’t have bene comfortable with all those people screaming in his ears.

Twilight’s arm fell lower, and Four kept pushing, breathing hard, face determined. Twi’s mimicked the smithy, and Wind chanced a look at Warriors, who was staring dumbly at Four, shocked. A feral grin spread across Wind’s face.

Twilight tried hard to regain his position, but it was all in vain.

Four slammed Twilight’s hand down on the table as the Rancher grimaced, both heroes panting heavily. Cheering erupted around them, and Four was being hoisted into the air by many drunken adults, liquor spilling everywhere.

Wind looked expectantly at Warriors, who’s shocked expression was a massive reward in itself. If looks could kill, the one that Wind received from the less than happy Captain would have killed him a thousand times over.

Pulling off his blue scarf, the Captain shoved it into Wind’s hands as he shouldered past him. Wind grinned, and yelled at Warriors’ retreating back, “Thanks Cap!”

He sauntered over to where Twilight was resting his head against the table. “Good work there Rancher!” He looked up at Wind with a very confused expression, and Wind almost barrelled him over with a fierce hug.

At least that’s what it looks like, Wind thought to himself as he unlatched the earring in Twilight’s ear. Prat doesn’t deserve a hug. He pulled away and plastered a merry smile on his face. Twilight was still very confused. “Uh, thanks?” The Rancher said in bewilderment. “No problem!” Wind said, turning on his heel and jogging back over to the Smithy.

“Can I have the headband now?” He asked Four, who raised an eyebrow. “Thanks Four, you did great Four, your so awesome for participating in my scheming Four- ““Okay, okay! Thanks so much, you were a great help.” Wind exclaimed over Four’s words, and he grinned. “Yeah, you can have it.” Raising a hand to pull of his headband, Four handed over the piece of fabric as well as Legend’s bracelets.

“Thanks again! Your one in a million!” Wind said as he practically skipped over to Time, who was watching him approach with amusement. “I got them!” Wind chorused, pulling out his small pouch and rummaging through. He placed the headband, bracelets, and earring on the table, followed by Sky’s harp, Wild’s slate, the twenty rupees and Warriors’ royal blue scarf.

Time checked the items, then huffed approvingly. “Yes, you have completed my list.” Wind pumped a fist in the air, cheering loudly. He turned back to time, a steely look in his eyes before asking, “And my reward?” Time laughed. He pulled out his bag and started rummaging through it, before pulling out a medium-sized canister. “Here you go.” He said, passing it over to Wind, who uncorked it and gave it a smell. He was expecting some sort of liquor, or a liquor with no alcohol.

He wasn’t expecting the smell of chocolate-flavoured milk. “Milk?!” Wind exclaimed, turning back to the Old Man, insulted. “Yes. It’s fresh from the farm, and even I love a good cup of chocolate milk.” Wind scowled at him, before taking a sip.

Instantly, Wind’s eyes lit up. It was the perfect chocolate-to-milk ratio, the sweet flavours made Wind close his eyes in enjoyment, savouring the flavours. Time laughed. “See? It was a worthy prize.”

And despite himself, Wind smiled happily.

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THREE SENTENCE PROMPT: AIR

(((Continuation of running out of time and unconscious. This is SO many more than three sentences XD I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: concussion, vomiting (not graphic), discussion on injury, allusion of life threatening events)))

Wild came to slowly. He felt like he was floating. There was a comforting weight against his back; his senses latched onto it. A shiver ran though his body, so he curled his body tighter and pressed himself against the warm weight.

"Cub? Are you waking up?"

Safety.

Wild wasn't sure who the voice was, but he felt safe as soon as he heard it. He felt the vibration of the words through his back more than he heard them. His head felt like it was full of water, and the words couldn't quite make their way through.

"Can you open your eyes?"

Wild realized his cheek was touching something soft. He rubbed his face against it, and slowly felt more awareness seep into him along with the sensation of the soft fur.

Fur. Wolf fur. Twilight.

"Wild? Can you open your eyes, please?" Twilight asked. He sounded upset. His voice was rough like he had been crying, or yelling.

Wild pried one eye open. His eyes took a moment to focus, but once they did Wild recognized Twilight's face peering down at him. Twilight had a huge grin on his face. It made Wild want to smile, too.

"Hey, there," Twilight said.

"Hi," Wild croaked. He shivered again, and Twilight's arms tightened around him.

"How are you feeling?" Twilight asked.

The question was too broad for his hazy mind to process. Wild blinked up at Twilight.

Twilight frowned in concern and turned his head away. "He seems confused. And his pupils aren't the same size," Twilight said.

"It's probably the concussion," Hyrule responded. He walked into Wild's field of view and Wild felt his eyes go out of focus from the movement. Hyrule came closer, then peered into Wild's eyes.

"Hi," Wild repeated. Hyrule smiled.

Hi," Hyrule said. "Do you remember what happened."

Wild tried to shake his head. As soon as he moved, he was hit with a strong wave of dizziness and nausea. The world tilted, then he was emptying his stomach onto the grass. An arm around his core held him up, and pulled him back as soon as he was done.

Wild let his eyes slide shut and he groaned. His head throbbed in time with his heartbeat.

"His face is flushed. That's a good sign," Hyrule muttered.

"How is that good?" Twilight asked. His voice was loud. It hurt. Wild brought one hand up to cover his exposed ear.

"Sorry cub," Twilight whispered.

"'S okay," Wild muttered. Twilight didn't respond, so Wild wasn't sure anyone heard him.

"It means his symptoms are probably from the concussion and not the lack of air.

Air. Cave. Sky.

Wild's thoughts still moved slowly, but the spike of panic was enough to raise his heartbeat and open his eyes.

"Sky?" Wild asked.

"He's okay," Twilight said. Then, he bit his lip and glanced over his shoulder.

"He will be," Hyrule amended forcefully. "We got to you just in time."

Wild forced his eyes to refocus on Hyrule before the adrenaline left his body. Hyrule had thick bags under his eyes and his skin was noticeably pale, even to Wild in his less than ideal state.

"Spell?" Wild asked.

Hyrule nodded and ran an anxious, shaking hand through his messy hair. "I had to use my life spell. He woke up for a minute, earlier, and seemed to be... on his way to being okay. Time and Four are with him now. "

Wild blinked blankly at Hyrule. His eyes lost focus as he stared, and he let his gaze slide to the leaves on the tree above him.

"That might have been too much information," Twilight muttered.

"Sky is okay," Hyrule said. He grabbed onto Wild's hand. The warmth felt nice. "You're both safe."

"Safe," Wild muttered. Sky was okay. Twilight and Hyrule both meant safety.

Wild eyes slipped closed and he snuggled further into Twilight's embrace.

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