ooc;; So in probably the strangest turn of events I can be putting into words, Yakuza: Like a Dragon hit me with a buttload of inspiration for the LoZ verse like holy hell, giving me all the right ideas for what differences LoZ Pit’s gonna have from his canon self and helping me put the ideas into words.
I’ll probably touch this up another time but here’s a brief rundown if any of my LoZ followers wanna humor me, feel free to hmu if you wanna have fun w/ this:
‘Pit’ is but one of the angelic servants that served the goddess Hylia in the era of the Goddess. For all intents and purposes, there’s nothing truly special about him compared to others - barring that his Goddess offered a little more power to him than the other angels. The reason for such favoritism in power being that despite being one of the weakest angels, existing from an unexpected - but incomplete - excess of divine power during the Goddess’ existence, he wound up being one of the most resilient and determined servants she had, and simply wouldn’t take being overlooked... his dedication was something respected, and to that end he did pull himself up as one of the most devout and prominent of her servants.
Like all of her angels, however, focus was hardly on him - rather more focused on the protection and safety of the mortals that lived on the surface. Doubly so when she would come across her human champion... while no feelings of animosity were ever held to the humans and indeed, Pit wholeheartedly agreed with her want to protect them and see them safe, all the same it did mean that the angels were hardly any sort of focus - which lead to his continued existence after the goddess reincarnated away from her divine realm being something quite soundly overlooked when the loose ends should otherwise have been handled - with him being the strongest remnant of her direct power at the time, while much of the divinity of it all was either dispersed or suppressed within the reincarnations she would go on to become... the remnants of her most devoted servant would go into a state of limbo for millennia on. Not conscious, thankfully, and in fact he would have no memories of ever doing so in the first place... but all the same, his being remained.
Over the millennia the divine bloodline grew, the time the divine magic that gave him existence would eventually level out, and release itself in the form of the divine being that should not exist eventually being pulled to the next reincarnation, allowing him an unexpected revival... rising in a time, era, existence no angel was meant to live. With no memory of doing anything more than taking a mere nap - he is understandably quite lost, with nothing but the princess he meets to welcome him, and he finds she is no more aware of the situation than he is, telling him only that the goddess he is looking for is a legend and wondering about the wings that adorn his back. It is on him at this point, to deal with this new era, to grow accustomed to it... and to stay at this maiden’s side, due to this inexplicable pull he feels toward her to keep her safe.
A few significant points for his portrayal here:
Pit here can come back in any of the eras, all up to your preference. Believe me, I’m not gonna be super picky about details like how long he should be out of commission. If you’re a Zel muse and you’re in an era, there you go, that’s when Pit arrives.
He is still quite awkward here. Naturally polite and rather unused to interaction more than necessary with anyone other than his goddess, so it’ll take him some time to adjust to speaking with others.
He’s a fish out of water hard here. He doesn’t know anything about Hyrulean civilization, he doesn’t know about the legends, or what the culture is like now, anything of the sort... there’s a lot he isn’t going to understand until he learns it.
Though he was not a super strong flier, initially being a weaker angel himself, he could fly once. Continuing to exist only as a remnant of that old power will certainly nerf him in some ways.
How much power any Zelda can use with him (considering, you know - Hylia’s power still resides within her in some capacity) depends entirely on how much she has tapped into Hylia’s power within her. Never at full capacity as he perhaps once could have - but how she can offer flight, or even telepathically alter him in any way would depend on that aforementioned factor completely. Unless determined otherwise, a mental link for communication will likely form, but that’s the only proper constant.
He’s not nearly as powerful here as he is back home. He’s less a weapon and more of a relic, a remnant. Without the awesome power of a powerful goddess fully standing behind him, he can keep up with some of the stronger human warriors once he’s back in shape, but god-killing is considerably more difficult. He is exceedingly tough and hits like a tank, but he’s entirely fallible to surface dwellers here.
His loyalty still lies with his goddess, and until/unless he learns that the goddess as he knows her is well and truly not something he can ever return to, seeing her again is going to be very much on his mind. Not to say he does not care about his Hylian friend(s) he grows close to, and in fact he grows more grounded with them the longer he remains with them, but he does yearn for the home he knows most back.
You know he’s shippable here. Just something worth pointing out.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
He could picture the look in his mother’s eyes if she knew. He could picture them flashing with anger, no, first it would be hurt, grave disappointment, then anger, then, what could she do, quiet resignation. Her son had crossed a line, and even if he swore, or she made him swear, what’s done is done. His mother’s eyes were like his own. He was the spitting image of his father, that’s what the people who knew his father the best had told him all his life. But not his eyes. Not his eyes and not his gift. Gift, or whatever it was now.
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long time coming, it has been a long time coming folks
anyway my whole brain for like a month has just been like yeah yeah zutara that’s fun they should kiss and stuff, but what if we explored genetic memory and generational trauma and like identity and destiny and blah blah blah but with their K I D S
so what else to do but write a fic about their oldest son having a real Moment
quite literally the first fanfic i’ve ever officially written so bone app the teeth everyone dig the fuck in
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“Okay, okay, fine,” Roman conceded, holding his hands up. “How about... these ones?” He held up two green leather gloves, swirls of silver embroidery inlaid.
“No,” Virgil said. He grinned at Roman’s exasperated expression.
“You can have literally any glove you want. Anything in the world. And you choose black? Just black?” Roman gestured to the gloves in fury. “They aren’t even nice black! They’re worn and faded!”
“They’re comfortable,” Virgil said defensively. “And you know I’m not into color.”
“But you could look so fashionable,” Roman bemoaned, resting the back of his hand against his forehead. “My fiance is a bland peasant, I can’t believe it.”
“Hey,” Virgil said, poking him with his foot. “Don’t talk to your future king like that.”
“I can talk to my future king however I desire,” Roman said, leaning forward and invading Virgil’s personal space. “Because you said yes–”
“Shut your face,” Virgil groaned, shoving Roman away from him. “I said yes to Patton first.”
“I mean, fair,” Roman said, dramatically refusing to get up from his position on the floor. “I think I did too.”
“We all did,” Logan said, walking by. He paused mid-step, sharp eyes taking in the room. He sighed and entered. “Roman, are you trying to get him to wear something different again?”
“It’ll work this time, I swear!” Roman said, sitting upright with determination in his gaze.
Logan rolled his eyes and knelt by the pile of gloves sitting between Roman and Virgil to the side, delving into the dozens of fabrics up to his elbows. He searched around for a few seconds before pulling out a pair.
Logan turned and grabbed Roman’s chin, pulling their lips together and kissing him deeply. A happy noise jumped from Roman’s throat and he pressed into Logan, hand reaching up to curl into his hair.
Logan pulled away and smacked him in the face with the gloves he was holding. “Here.”
Roman sputtered as Logan turned, gave Virgil a peck on the lips, stood up, and walked out the door.
Virgil watched him go with a dopey smile on his face. He giggled at Roman’s flustered movements.
“What did he pick out?” Virgil asked him.
Roman grumbled and unraveled the gloves, instantly groaning. “Dammit all to hell, he got me.”
Virgil stared at the gloves with interest, reaching out and plucking them from Roman’s hands. “Oh, these are beautiful,” Virgil breathed, turning the soft leather over in his hands.
They were a soft black color, gentle accents of purple stitched across the backs. The hems had a distressed look.Virgil slipped them on, moving his fingers experimentally.
“So?” Roman prompted, leaning back on his hands. “How is it?”
“I do love them,” Virgil said, pulling them off carefully. “But I’ll wear them for when I’m out and about. When I’m just at home, and don’t need to worry as much...” He put his old gloves back on. “I’ll use these.”
Roman pretended to let out a huff of breath but smiled softly. “At least Patton has touched those.”
“Yeah,” Virgil said, sighing lovingly and flexing his fingers to look at the tiny red embroidered heart on the thumb. “He said he wanted to work on a fancier pair but knew I would never wear it.”
“Speaking of, didn’t he say he had a surprise for us?” Roman said, head rolling to the right.
Virgil paused, a grin steadily growing on his face. “He did. He told us to meet him in the gardens.”
“That’s where Logan was going,” Roman said in realization. He jumped to his feet. “The little shit! He wanted to get there and see it first!” Roman grabbed Virgil and pulled him up, grasping his hands earnestly. “Come, dearheart, we must have haste!”
He pulled a giggling Virgil after him and they raced through the corridors.
Roman loved staying at Virgil’s summer home. At the central palace, so much was expected... but here, with minimal, handpicked servants and guards (as Virgil was still the heir) they could be themselves. Nobody cared if Virgil was carefree. Nobody cared if they ran in the hallways.
They burst into the garden, falling over each other and laughing as they slowed to a stop in front of Logan and Patton. Logan was talking animatedly while Patton gazed at him lovingly.
“Patton!” Roman cried out, falling into Patton’s arms.
Patton giggled, brushing Roman’s hair out of his eyes. “Hi Ro!”
“Patton, my beloved, I missed you dearly,” Roman declared, standing up so Patton wasn’t supporting his weight.
Patton laughed and leaned down, giving him a bunny kiss. “I missed you too, lovely!”
“You said you have a surprise for us?” Virgil asked, standing next to Logan and leaning into him.
“Yes!” Patton said, looping his arm through Roman’s. “Follow me!” He and Roman tried to run with each other’s arms linked, tripping over each other’s feet and laughing all the way.
Virgil leaned on Logan so heavily that Logan asked, “do you want me to carry you?”
“You’re too short,” Virgil mumbled, a smirk tugging at his lips. He whined when Logan pulled away.
“Excuse me, I can control space,” Logan said, offended.
Virgil snickered and shrugged doubtfully, giving Logan a challenging look.
“Alright, darling,” Logan said. In one fell swoop he leaned down and caught Virgil behind the knees, only using his power a bit to make sure he didn’t accidentally drop Virgil.
Virgil squeaked and flailed his arms, eventually throwing them around Logan’s neck.
Logan reveled in the dark blush settling on Virgil’s cheeks. “Still too short, huh?”
“You’re still short,” Virgil teased, lax voice contrasting his tensed body. “Just... really strong, too.”
“Although, I can’t really see where I’m going,” Logan commented. He tightened his grip. “The sight part is still iffy... I can only sort-of sense in front of me.”
Virgil pursed his lips. Logan could sometimes see without his eyes, simply sensing the space around objects and filled by objects. “I trust you.”
Logan eyed him dubiously. “That may be, but I do not trust myself.”
“We’re here!” Patton yelled out, Roman whooping in excitement beside him.
Logan carefully set Virgil down, murmuring something about needing to work out, and the two walked through the treeline hand in hand.
Patton and Roman were stripping to their underwear, and a crystalline pond shone in the dappled sunlight. A rock overhung, the perfect place for jumping.
Logan blinked and Virgil smiled widely.
“Swimming!” Roman called out, as if it wasn’t clear. “C’mon, guys! Let’s get wet!”
Virgil smacked his hand on his face while Patton laughed.
Logan rolled his eyes. “Eloquent.”
Patton and Roman piled their clothing on a rock far enough from shore and Logan and Virgil gradually followed suit. Logan caught sight of a pile of towels nearby.
“Who’s going in first?” Roman asked loudly.
“Oh, I will!” Patton carefully walked up the path to the overhang and stood on the edge. He waved at the other three happily before walking backwards off the rock.
“Patton is more brave than I will ever be,” Virgil murmured.
Patton’s head broke the surface and he laughed, shaking out his hair. Drops of sunlight scattered across the surface of the water. “Join me!”
“Who could ever resist that face?” Roman said, stalking to the end of the overhang. He stood there proudly. “While Patton is obviously the bravest of us four, I will be the next to leap the plank, our adversary of all time–”
Virgil sprinted past him and jumped, whooping loudly and landing in the pond with a large splash. When he surfaced he pointed at Roman and said, “who’s the bravest of them all now, fucker?”
“His pet names for us are always so beautiful,” Roman told Logan, who’d walked up behind him.
“Oi!” Virgil yelled. “Logan is my dearest darling treasure and I won’t stand for you roping him into your schemes.”
Roman gaped at him and Logan snickered.
“Don’t worry love, I’m sure he’ll give me a vulgar nickname later,” Logan said.
“Get in the water!” Virgil called out. Patton seconded his yell and splashed the water for emphasis. They’d swam out of the way of the overhang, and now waited impatiently.
“C’mon Lo, wanna jump together?” Roman said, holding his hand out.
“Uh, I think I’ll pass,” Logan said, rubbing his arms. “It looks cold.”
“Aw, don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm,” Roman said, walking over to him and wrapping his arms around him snugly. He lit up with orange fire. “I’ll be your own personal heater!”
Logan’s face turned bright red and he hid it in Roman’s shoulder. Roman laughed and rubbed Logan’s arms up and down, pressing his cheek against his hair.
“Okay,” Logan eventually said, slipping out of Roman’s arms. “Go on, flame brain. Get your bravery points. I’ll be right behind you.”
“Flame brain?” Roman gasped. “Are you jumping on Virgil’s train of calling me names? How dare?”
“I’ve been calling you names the entire time I’ve known you,” Logan said, deadpan. “Don’t even try.”
“But baaabe–”
“Are you two coming in or not?” Virgil shouted.
“The water’s really nice!” Patton added.
“We’re coming!” Roman crouched down and picked Logan up. Logan yelped and tried to scramble out of Roman’s arms, but he held tight.
“Let me down!” Logan said, pushing at his shoulders.
“In we go!” Roman whooped and barreled off the edge of the rock, slamming into the water with Logan in his arms.
They surfaced and Roman shook his hair out like a dog.
“Wasn’t that fun?” Roman said, grinning cheekily at Logan. Logan scowled and spat water at his face.
“Ew!” Roman ducked under the surface and shoved water in Logan’s general direction, starting an all-out water war.
Patton ended up victorious when Logan spelled Virgil in place and Roman started wrestling with Logan, arms lit in pale blue fire.
“I win!” Patton called out, splashing the water. Roman shoved Logan’s head under the water and Logan spluttered, arms flailing as he fought to gain the upper hand.
“C’mon Ro, let go,” Patton implored, swimming over and latching onto his back, arms thrown over his shoulder. The pale blue fire instantly sputtered out and Roman lifted his hands to hang onto Patton’s forearms and swimming over to an area shallow enough to stand.
Logan heaved for air and flicked his hand, undoing the spell locking Virgil in place. Virgil instantly swam over to shallow water, Logan not too far behind.
They stood in silence, catching their breath.
Patton grinned. “Wanna see who can hold their breath the longest?”
Virgil grinned back at him, eyes alight. “Bet Roman loses.”
“I will not!” Roman protested. “My lungs have a larger capacity than all of you!”
“We’ll see about that,” Logan said, a competitive spark glinting in his eyes.
After the breath holding contest (Roman did lose, Virgil somehow won) they tested to see who could hold a handstand the longest (Patton was the winner there. Logan didn’t know how to do a handstand and Virgil ended up spending his time teaching him). Then there was a chicken fight with all sorts of combinations. Logan and Roman ended up being the champion of champions in that case.
Hours passed, and, before they knew it, they were all huddled on shore, wrapped in towels and pressed together for warmth.
Virgil let Roman stick his hands in his hair, drying the strands with warm orange flames. He sighed, flicking his hair out of his face and tightening his towel around his shoulders.
Virgil stared at the water as Roman moved on to Patton. The sun was setting, sending streaks of orange and red cut in pieces by the trees to shine on the water.
It had been a year since Damian.
They got monthly letters from Thomas, who was constantly amazed at how different his friends were, and yet how they were all still the same old people he’d known and loved.
After Logan had spelled the island to trap Damian there indefinitely, Patton, Roman, and Virgil had all appealed to him, trying to convince him to move in with them. He refused, moving back home, but showed up at the palace gates a week later. Their excitement and joy upon seeing Logan was… overwhelming. It was the first time they’d ever seen Logan truly beam.
Virgil had told Roman he was to be trained to become the head knight, eventually. He’d have to go through all of the ranks, but he’d receive special training from the current head knight, his end career set. The first time Virgil told him so, Roman cried for hours, and wouldn’t let go of Virgil the entire time. Virgil hadn’t minded much.
Virgil told Logan to explore the library and familiarize himself with the expansive room, because eventually it would be his. Then it was Logan’s turn to be emotional, and while he didn’t physically cling to Virgil, Virgil could tell Logan wanted to be around him, so they stayed in their room for the rest of the night.
Virgil asked Patton what he wanted most in the world. After a few minutes of, “other than staying with us for the rest of your life... what would you want?” Patton finally said he wanted some fabric and threat to embroider. He enjoyed the hobby immensely and didn’t want to earn any money for it. Giving his work as gifts was one of his favorite parts of embroidering, and Virgil instantly sent for the highest quality threat and the most beautiful fabrics, though Patton liked to stick with run of the mill fabric. He liked the thread, though.
Six months in to being back at the palace, his father, King Emile, told him he needed to be married to secure the kingdom. His father disliked forcing Virgil into situations, but other kingdoms were pressuring them to take action, and tensions were starting to run high.
Virgil, broken, explained the situation to the other three, at which Patton had said, ever-so-quietly, “will you marry me? All of you?”
Virgil sighed, feeling tiredness creep behind his eyelids. Damian was gone, he was engaged to his favorite people in all the lands, and he finally had control in his life.
He nuzzled Patton’s shoulder, curling into his side. Roman was pressed against Virgil’s back with an armful of Logan in his lap, murmuring quiet nothings into his ear.
Virgil smiled against Patton’s shoulder. Right now ... filled with love for his fiances, surrounded by warmth after swimming all afternoon, the dying sunlight sprinkled around them...
writing that tag made me remember that yenpress translated ‘jolly duo’ as ‘happy couple’ and im
[collapses to the ground on my knees, hand on my chest and wheezing heavily through my loud crying, i love some boys who are dating. i love the happy couple so much]
