They land into his era, and he’s suddenly excited about something. Asking yields a denial as effective as a snow mitt in a blizzard. Twilight thought about where they were. South Akkala stable, Eldin to the west, and death mountain looming over.
Wild cooked a nice light lunch for everyone, then told everyone to get their stuff that they’d be going for a little walk. Wind groaned, knowing a “little walk” can mean “many miles” and “foot blisters” for the sailor.
“Don’t be like that, you’ll love it when we get there, I figure we could use a break, and I talked with the stablemaster, there haven’t been monster sightings for a bit, but as soon as we receive word, we can be off, we aren’t even going that far.” Wild reassure them.
“But where are we going then?” Wind whined. Wild winked at him.
“It’s a surprise.”
It was indeed a surprise, in that it was a hot spring, the water pleasantly warmed by underground magma. Wind did love it as promised, even Time and Wars especially were enamored with it that they didn’t even bother to say they can’t stay long.
Before Twilight can strip like the others to get in the water- Wind is already in, having jumped in after only taking off his shoes, Wild is tugging his sleeve, pointing to the side. Following his boyfriend, Twilight is led to a semi-secluded pool, seperate from the rest, with what look like some kind of bubbles foaming around in spots.
“What’s this?” He asked. Wild was blushing lightly.
“I- I thought we could use some alone time, and I had this fancy soap I got from Wars’ time, and thought you might like to try it out with me. Just us.” Goddesses his boyfriend was amazing. He pulled him close, and rested their foreheads together.
“That sounds amazing, love. I can’t think of anything I’d rather do more.” He reassured. Wild chuckled, tracing teasing fingers down his arm.
“Well, I was thinking we could take each others clothes off….” Wild left off. Now it was Twilight’s turn to blush. They have… been intimate before, but never so seemingly casually, or without being very hidden away. Sure the pool was secluded, but…
“I-I mean I’d like that really very much, I just don’t think that- the others could walk over and- Not that I-“ Twilight stuttered. Wild chuckled that beautiful sunshine laugh.
“I meant to our undergarments, my perverted puppy.” Wild corrected, tilting his head to kiss Twilight’s heated face. The nickname and embarrassment made his face hear even more.
“Oh, I- yeah, I’d like that- not that the other wouldn’t be pleasant- I just- ugh” Twilight gave up, burying his face in his hands.
Wild chuckled at his expense, and he felt his waist loosen as his Obi came free. He gasped, and felt Wild take one of his hands, exposing his eyes to the sight of Wild carefully untying his gauntlet, then looking at him as he pulled the piece off, followed by the glove underneath. Feeling the cloth slide off his hand so smoothly, from the different angle from when he does it himself, sets something ablaze in his gut.
He gulps, let’s his freed hand cup Wild’s face, who smiles, before Twilight reaches down, to unclip Wild’s shoulder and chest armor, and let it fall, and they take turns unclipping pieces of armor, pulling gloves and covers, Wild pulls his chainmail and undershirt off in once go, leaving his arms up, trapped by his shirt, as he presses a kiss to Twilight’s lips. The first since they started this intense back and forth, then presses a kiss to his shoulder. They let the chain mail fall, and Twilight returns the favor removing Wild undershirt, his leather armor having gone already. Twilight is drawn into another kiss, and they stay there for what feel like forever, but isn’t nearly long enough.
Wild pulls himself back from their kiss, and pulls twilight by one arm into the water, Twilight can feel his jelly legs almost collapse into the heat as he’s pulled in, and he just floats, easily following Wild, who pulls him into another kiss, and they let their hands wander, Twilight feeling the strong, toned muscles under wild skin tense and shift as he brushed his hands over his abdomen, and up his side. They just spend as much time as they please enjoying the heated water, and each other, hidden amidst the bubbles, and the heat.
They don’t even notice the pitter patter of wet feet that approached, nor their retreat.
They’ve been able to relax a bit for once. They were still in Wild’s Hyrule, they already dealt with an infected Lynel herd with minimal injuries, and they were relaxing in the Lookout Landing underground, enjoying some drinks, except Time, who was having milk for some reason?
Wind was happy to being left alone for his drinking, not even needing to secretly spike his drink with one of his rum flasks, Wars for once not trying to confiscate his booze. He really felt like he needed it.
He caught Twilight and Wild… well, doing something he hoped he’d never see them doing. He kinda suspected something between them, and he’s happy for them, but he really wants to erase the image of them both, probably naked in a pool, swapping sailors' tales, as Tetra would have called it. His granny would call what they were doing making love. Although from context he’s heard, that’s not quite the right term.
Point was, Wind really wanted to forget that he saw that. It’s enough for him to know they’re happy together, but by the gods, spirits, and Din’s tits why did he have to see it?! Alas, the image seems burned into his brain no matter how much of his rum he chugged straight after. He tried.
But… he doesn’t have to be the only one to suffer. Wind grinned at his realization. He looked around, judging the group’s drunkenness. They’d been drinking for a few hours already. A few even looked bored. Perfect.
“Hey guys, why don’t we play a game?” Wind suggested.
“What did you have in mind?” Wars took the bait.
“Never have I ever, you say something, and if anyone has done it, they drink.” Wind explains.
“I thought it was something you haven’t done, specifically?” Legend corrected. Wind shrugged.
“Normally yeah, but I think it’ll be more fun if we can say things we have also done.”
You ever just enjoy torturing someone who never shows up?
Like my Wars has an entire multi-year history with Mask, going through the war, Mask growing into looking almost identical to Time at the point in the story they meet. So much so Wars has to stop himself from saying something to Time because they look almost the same, but Mask is gone, and this is Time. The two of them started in the same place, but they’ve gone very different paths. Different fates. Different burdens.
Time can still be saved.
And this is probably never going to come up unless Wars takes the plot from me and trauma dumps. Which is quite possible.
And if you’re asking about timeline implications, it’s a mess and I look forward to seeing if anyone tries to untangle to mess I’ve woven.
What if Wind is the bright cheerful boy, but what if he sometimes has to force himself to he that way, because sometimes he’s reminded that these other Link’s are all Hero’s chosen by the Gods or Goddesses to wield the Master Sword and vanquish evil, while he forced the gods to accept him.
He, who left the sword at the bottom of the sea. Who doesn’t live in Hyrule, but it’s flooded peaks. He feels for Wild’s tale of the past, because it’s basically his history. The land is gone, and he grew up on what little is left. He didn’t even have any hardship in his life until his sister was taken and has forced himself into the role of hero.
Everything he’s taken for himself, was theirs by birthright. And he isn’t sure if he belongs, having lost the master sword, doubly so now that he knows it was another person.
But he tries not to think about that. Because it makes him ache that if they find out, they’ll reject him as a hero. Most of them already treat him like just a kid. Legend and Wild are really the only ones who don’t. He adores Sky, but he really does baby him. Then again. He babies everyone.
What if Twilight isn’t the strong and confident warrior. He’s strong for sure, and he’s certain in his form, but he’s the one who doesn’t have trauma, or has the least trauma.
But what if he gets home, and he jumps at every shout, until he realizes it’s not aimed at him. Or he freezes if it is, until the phantom feeling of heat in the cold night fades.
What if he jumps at every pop of the wood in the fireplace. He doesn’t leave the fire going, even in winter, because he’s afraid to be surrounded by flames again.
Someone comes by late at night. He freezes, terrified of the torch and pitchfork in each hand. Until he realizes it’s not a pitchfork, it’s a Shepard’s hook. One of the goat got out in the night. They spend all night looking for the missing ram because he didn’t turn into a wolf. He couldn’t.
What if he meets the chain, and never turns into a wolf. He’s terrified of telling his village, and battle brothers they may be, he no more willing to tell these heroes.
Until he meets Wild. Because Wild knows. They remember each other, Twilight from his fanciful dreams, and Wild the wolf that saved his life and sanity.
Bc tumblr's search function is broken af so I can't find any of your posts about it: Mind telling me what your Forged Connections au even is? :3
Oh don’t worry I am still in the writing stages, I haven’t posted so you haven’t missed anything yet!
Forged connections is a non-LU Link Meets AU, most of the Chain has different designs, and the group lacks Four for reasons that will become apparent in the future.
It’s an AU focused around the Link’s personal interactions and interpersonal conflicts, but will include action as well. Because when you throw this disparate group of heroes, wanderers, secret keepers, and trauma in one place, they won’t work like a well oiled machine, without work.
It also has a Wild x Twilight subplot and was the original inspiration for me making this fic. It just grew a multi-part plot.
I hope to start posting the first chapter in late January or early February so stay tuned if it sounds interesting!
Sure! Funny snippet from a much more serious conversation;
“Maybe you could tell us the ages you think you are?” Legend suggested, asking between bites.
“Good idea. If the calendar and the birth records are accurate, I’m one hundred nineteen years old. My body was in the shrine for most of that, so physically I’m about 19, but I woke up and had my adventure a little over two years ago.” Wild explained. They thought for a moment, and Hyrule broke out laughing, handing his bowl to Sky to avoid spills and doubled over in laughter. Everyone turned to him like he’d gone mad. Wild was curious about what was quite so funny.
“That means-! You’re both the youngest- and oldest!” He explained between laughs.
“Don’t be so sure about that, Hyrule.” Time smirked.
“Are you more than one hundred nineteen, old man? If so, we should call you ‘ancient man’ Instead.” Legend countered. Time raised his hand, about to speak, closed his mouth, opened it again.
“That’s not the point.” He settled on saying, his face firm, eyes glaring, to various giggles around the fire.
Time is a bit of a brat in this fic lol. He hates not being the oldest.
17. Do you have a writing routine?
Yeah, pretty simple really.
I usually lay in bed and write, either before I got to sleep or after I wake up on the weekends. A good day of that, and I can write out a few scenes and sometimes even an entire chapter.
23. Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?
The Beginning is the easiest for me, though sometimes I’ll rearrange the beginning sometimes so the beginning I start with is not always the beginning I end with.
It’s usually the middle I have trouble with, getting from point A to point B. I’m getting better but it’s still difficult sometimes.