Fic summary: 8 times Four is a dad to the rest of the group.
Chapter: Summary: Four and Wild bond over hating the same guy.
Wordcount: 2.7-9k I think
Comments: after three years, here's chapter 4 of the Dad!Four fic I thought I would never finish. If I die, please write in my epitaph what chapter I managed to whack out before eternal peace.
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Me after this silly ass, not even my longest, chapter ever:
Oh boy,, it's been a year since I've engaged with TOH but I'll try my best. Just a heads ups that I haven't even read TOH fanfiction. Also heheee sorry, i was really tired yesterday.
Luz inspected the room, looking for any spot she may have missed while on her decorating frenzy; she had been wanting to do something nice for King as their birthday soon approached... it was of no surprise to anyone, especially herself, that time passed her by quicker than she expected. One look at the calendar and the day was today and the Owl House was devoid of any signs that a national holiday (as King would dub it) was to take place. So she gathered the gang at an ungodly hour of the morning to go fetch everything they would need; decorations, food, games, gifts - can't forget those!- all to host the best surprise party there ever was.
And although perfectionism was Amity's job, Luz was damn proud of the job she had done with the place. Everything was ready; floating balloons decorating the ceiling, a colorful canopy dangling from the chandelier and, most important, the three-tier monster cake was in the front view from the main entrace. Ohh, King was gonna love this!
"HEEEEEEE-"
A high pitched screech snapped her out of her thoughts; Hooty was calling. But... that was not his voice.
"Why do you sound...?" She didn't even need to finish the question as she saw him take a deep inhale of a rogue balloon and let out the most insane cackle she had ever heard.
With tears in her eyes from trying to contain the contagious laughter, she grabbed the balloon and inhaled herself. After all, King would love a little helium voice-flavoured birthday song.
how do your requests work? what are your guidelines for drabble prompts?
Well, I'm very lenient with drabble requests, IIRC, you can either send a loose idea like "A nd B have beef and they try to sort it out" or literally just character name and a word like idk "Pikachu + knife".
It being a drabble means that it will be at least around 100 words (but I know no self-control, so sometimes it'll be more depending on how hard I vibe with the prompt! (:
I mostly okay with anything, including shipping, but atm I guess I have no interest in writing explicit smut. But Idk, if you tell me the ship maybe I'll consider it! It's worth a shot, I think!! :D
just an update on the fandoms I'm willing to write for:
Legend of Zelda (any videogame (preferably TP<3))
Linked Universe
Sky: Children of the Light
Bee & Puppycat
The Owl House
Outer Wilds
Hollow Knight
Night in the Woods
Frieren: Beyond Journey's End (??? Mayhaps??? I like it a lot to feel intimidated to create for it lmaooo)
Over the years “mature” became a word most people would use to describe him; along with some not-so-positive ones. He always found it ridiculous that they would use it to, well, talk about and to a proper adult. But he can’t blame them for what his body looks like; he knows they mean well, after all.
Four wishes some of that maturity everyone talked about would find its way into the confines of his mind, the ones he keeps deeply in for himself to ignore only. Those moments that he keeps telling himself there is no point in keeping bringing life to; they are gone, long gone, and nothing is like it once was twice. But there is a childish denial unwilling to let go of yet.
His mind focuses on memories of warm evenings and desultory touches while picking wildflowers; a gloved hand on top of his callused one. Life is so that it will make these small moments linger longer in us than we think they’re worth, and yet there is the need to keep them alive. So he will disguise that denial as nostalgia for as long as he needs to be at peace with it. That’s how the process of change goes; he will peek at these moments with fondness and then carefully tuck them away until the next time.
Summary: *vaguely gestures with her hands* yeah. Legend and Twilight go fishing!!!
Comments: this is the hill I will die on. Please I beg you to try change my mind because I want to throw hands (friendly) at whoever thinks the opposite. Let's Have A Talk (:
fic request: hyrule "getting lost" on purpose for some alone time from the group, and bringing someone with him to find a cool spot and just hang out a while! bonus if it turns out he very rarely actually gets lost and just uses it as an excuse xD extra bonus if it's legend 👉👈
Anon, I love you. You're the epitome of big brain.
Have Hyrule and Legend having a wholesome moment. It's not much, but it's honest work. <3
Bold of you to believe Hyrule gets lost easily
Being on an adventure with a party was quite different from what Hyrule had imagined; truth to be told, the thought never crossed his mind. But when it finally became a reality and he found himself surrounded by people 24/7, the closeness, the noise, started to suffocate him.
Don't take him wrong, he loves his new friends. He absolutely does. Ones more than others, but he still loves them all. But he could do with fewer people from time to time. And since some of the others didn't seem to be willing to separate for more than a couple of minutes, unless extremely required, he decided to take matters into his own hands.
The first time was almost accidental. He did go off-trail for a bathroom break, but as he waited for his business to be finished he realised how quiet the woods were; no clinking of armour, no footsteps, no small chat, just birds chirping and treetops rustling gently against each other. Just pure, comfortable quiet. He didn't even notice that he had finished already, so lost contemplating his surrounding and how much he missed this. Soon enough, he snapped out of it, fixed his clothes and started heading back to the main trail. The group was probably far ahead, so he didn't rush to reach them. Instead, he took his time, idly following the trail and admiring the beauty around him: massive trees, so tall they covered the sky, the only source of light slipping through the gaps between the leaves; so lovely and delicate and warm. Without the noise of a full travelling party, he noticed that the small creatures of the forest didn't mind his silent steps, some hares peeking from their burrows and a couple of squirrels chasing each other down a tree trunk.
He didn't know how long it took him to catch up with the group, but he knows that it must have been a good half an hour or more; their faces showing nothing but annoyance, maybe a bit of worry etched on their youngest companion, but irritation definitely took the lead.
"Where were you?!" was the first thing one of them asked, followed by some concerned queries about his well-being.
He took exactly one second to think and answer "I got lost on my way back."
And from then on, he was never allowed to leave the perimeter without a partner. Which, mind you, fucking sucked. There he was trying not to hurt anybody's feelings, yet his answer ended up backfiring in the worst way possible; not only was it harder to have some quiet, but the group also started to underestimate his sense of direction in a way that felt almost insulting. Did he have to remind them that there are no maps in his Hyrule and yet he knows the land like the back of his hand? But go off, not like he cares, anyway.
He tried to not let it bother him, and not past a couple of days, he found a solution to the very same problem he got himself into. He started to sneak out without anyone noticing, and if they did notice, they were nice enough to not rat him out. To each their own, whatever. It became a habit, whenever he would feel the tingling sensation at the nape of his neck, he would begin to fall behind and leave the group as soon as he saw an opportunity. Often times, it was Wild and his weird wolf who found him pacing around somewhere, the blue-clad hero with a mischievous smile on his face while the wolf sported a frown, not thrilled to be on hunt duty. Other times, Hyrule made his way back to the group a couple of hours later, before anyone started arranging a rescue team for someone who clearly didn't need it. But he appreciated the sentiment; at least he knows that they wouldn't just ditch him anytime.
One day, though, he noted that their veteran was in a sour mood, more than any other day. He had no idea that could be possible, but, hey, you learn new things every day. He felt kindness fill his body more than usual and was willing to let the veteran in on his little secret. He didn't need to worry too much before turning to him as they unpacked their stuff for the night.
"Hey, I'm feeling a bit restless," he said and the other just hummed in response, "do you want to go for a walk with me?"
"No."
For a moment, he thought of dropping it right then; but on the other hand, he was feeling a tad overwhelmed by the noise coming from the guys helping the cook with dinner and the others taking care of their gear. Couldn't they be a bit more... silent? For mostly mute companions, they sure were extremely loud in their tasks sometimes.
"Please, everyone is busy," he pleaded, now moving to be face to face with the veteran, "please, Leg. It won't take long."
He saw the Legend drop his shoulders in surrender before agreeing to a short walk around the area. And as soon as they had their stuff ready, they took off.
Hyrule was excited to have some alone time after what had been entire days without the opportunity to sneak out. He didn't even mind Legend coming with him. In fact, he was delighted to have him around. While Legend often worried about his disappearing habits, he was also the most chill about it. He really liked him. He hoped that this walk would ease his mind of whatever was bothering him; he wasn't going to ask, that was not the point of this. If Legend wanted to talk, they would.
"It sure is nice around here," Legend said, as emotionless as ever, making Hyrule question if he even meant it.
There were no trees blocking the sky, the sea of constellations shining brightly above them as they walked up a hill. Hyrule guessed it was most likely a small mountain if his adventure had taught him anything. The path was becoming too steep for them to trek in a straight line. Just as soon as they got to what seemed to be a dead-end, Legend whistled, catching the traveller's attention.
"It was a great walk," he said, boots already turning around and retracing his steps. "Time to go back."
But Hyrule didn't follow him. Instead, he reached in front of him.
"Last to get to the top is a bald cuccoo," he shouted as he started his climb.
He didn't even look back to check on Legend, he knew he would be following him. They climbed in silence, saving their energy and attention for the slippery rocks that fell from their hands and under the weight of their boots.
About ten minutes later, when the moon was at its highest point, Hyrule reached a small plateau on the side of the mountain. It might not be the destination they had in mind, but he couldn't deny that the view from there was stunning. To their south, he could see the prairie they had passed through early in the day, the light of the moon illuminating every single patch of grass and rock; on the other side of the mountain, to the north, Hyrule could spot the light and smoke coming from their campsite. They weren't that far, after all. Just enough to relax.
"What the fuck? You can't just say shit like that and start climbing, Hyrule!" Legend wheezed as he dragged his body over the edge, completely out of breath and slamming his back against the cold ground.
Hyrule ran to aid him to stand up, extending small apologies as he offered his hand, his shoulders shaking with a stifled chuckle.
"What are you talking about? That was fun!"
He gave Legend the time to look around, hoping that the view would make him forget his irritation. In the end, he guesses he succeeded; a soft smile adorned the other's face.
"I wished we could stay longer, but we gotta head back."
Hyrules ears perked up in interest and a grin that showed nothing but mischief appeared.
"Oh, it would be such a shame if we got lost on our way back and we had to wait until morning to avoid getting even more lost in the dark."
It took Legend 5 seconds before the gears in his mind began to work and process what Hyrule said.
"You little shit," he punched him on his arm playfully, earning him a cackle from the traveller. "You. cheeky. little. shit." He marked each word with a punch, each less hard than the last.
Hyrule rubbed his arm, "so, what do you say?" He looked at Legend expectantly, " If you want to go back to the others, we'll go. I'm not keeping you here, but I think some time off would do us good."
It was then that Legend noticed that Hyrule had brought his bag with him. He sat down and started pulling a variety of items from it, a fabric too thin to be a blanket being one of them.
With a snap of his fingers, a nearby bush lit on fire, and in no time they had their own little impromptu camp set up.
"I have some fish if you want me to make something," he pointed to his bag, but as always, he didn't wait for a response, already elbow-deep into the bag looking for the food, "caught it this morning, it's basically fresh."
Two small fish stabbed through the middle with a stick later, he handed one stick for Legend to grill over the fire.
"So... you get lost... on purpose..."
"Yep."
"Why?"
Hyrule bit the inside of his cheek and flipped his fish over, " for the exact same reason you accepted to come with me, I suppose." He took the fish off the fire and inspected it. "Unlike most of you, I didn't have a companion during my adventures. Having someone to talk to whenever is nice and all but... well, I simply value my privacy. I like being alone."
Legend could only hum in agreement. He rolled his stick, half of his fish almost burnt, "Wow, thanks," he said, his words coated with sarcasm.
"I like being alone with you," he laughed at his own words, a bit unsure of how to fix what he had said, but no less true.
A soft smile pulled at Legend's lips. He sighed in contentment and extended an arm to ruffle Hyrule's hair.
Give me Shadow messing with the others, please and thank you. Four may or may not be aware of this happening. Or he's getting pranked just as hard.
henlo, Silver! Thank you for the prompt! :D
Here’ Shadow messing with some of the boys (and by extension Four), and Four trying to not get kicked out of the group :’D
It started as a series of unrelated events.
First, the Captain's scarf went missing for hours just to be found hours later hanging from a tree branch. Odd. He didn't think much of it, maybe one of the younger heroes was feeling mischievous, and he could take it. No harm was done. So, with no more than a good laugh, he retrieved the blue garment down.
"You did it?" Hyrule asked Legend, who simply shrugged and shook his head.
"Wish I did," was all he said before landing his eyes on the smith packing his stuff. "But I smell a rat."
Then, one morning Wild woke up to Wind snickering over him. When the youngest couldn't talk over his laughter, he quickly reached for his slate and checked his reflection in the camera rune. Sometime during the night, someone had drawn on his forehead and cheekbones markings similar to those on Twilight's face. After washing his face, he questioned everyone during breakfast and when no culprit was found, Wild declared he would be taking maternity leave for a week and that in the meantime the group would have to feed themselves. Still, no one came forward. In the middle of their distress, Legend glanced at Four, who didn't even spare a reaction to Wild's threat.
The third instance is what made Legend halt in his step and think. They were traversing an open field. The evening sun burning their brows, not a single cloud in the sky and much less a single tree that could provide them shade. However, what caught his attention was the way his hat swung from side to side over his shoulder; the movement too unnatural to be caused by his step. Definitely, someone was messing with him. He took his hat off and fixed it on his head again, the end hanging over his left shoulder. Not even a minute later, he felt the familiar, slight pull. Annoyed, Legend turned around, ready to glare at whoever was behind him being an absolute pain in the ass. To his surprise, the only one walking behind him was Four, a couple of feet behind him and too distracted by a rock he kept kicking along the way. Legend frowned, but that didn't stop him from catching the small hero's attention and giving him a stern look.
"Stop it."
Four looked up from his feet, his leg frozen midair ready to kick the rock once more.
"Oh, sorry. Did I hit you?"
"Playing dumb won't work, kid."
Four just gave him a raised eyebrow and a side glance as he speeded past him, filling the gap between Legend and Sky. Legend scoffed. Well, at least he won't be bothering me anymore, he thought. It was then that his hat was aggressively snatched off of his head and he swore he could feel the faintest, almost ghostly noogie on the crown of his head.
What the fuck.
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With most of the group asleep except for the hero keeping watch and an absurd excuse, Four left the campsite. The moon shining so bright he didn't even need to bring a candle with him, casting sharp shadows. He walked, the light of the campfire disappearing in the background with every step he took. When nothing but the quiet of the forest met his ears and new trees provided him with the privacy he needed, he stopped and looked around, assessing his surroundings. Nothing to be worried about, he was sure; but being cautious wouldn't hurt.
"I know you're here," he said to particularly no one but himself, his voice trembling with excitement at the end of the sentence.
He waited and, as expected, didn't get an immediate response.
It was one moment later, when his spirits began to waver, that he spotted out of the corner of his eye the deformation of his shadow in the ground. Black tendrils emerged from it and swirled around his legs, going up to his torso like a snake strangling its prey.
"Hello, there," his body visibly relaxed as he felt the black appendages squeezing his neck snuggly, "I have a favour to ask of you."
The tendrils around his neck quickly backed away, hiding most of its body in Four's shadow, a spiky tip peeking from the blackness.
Four laughed, "you already know, huh?" he bent down to be at eye-level with the tip, "I know you like to mess with them, but could you please stop it for a bit? One of these days you're going to get me in serious trouble."
The tendril recoiled into the shadows completely, and Four knew that if Shadow had a more corporeal form, he would be slumping and groaning dramatically to the skies right now. How dare Link mess with his fun.
Naturally, Four just rolled his eyes, "Oh, well. I guess you could keep it to a minimum. Is that alright?"
The little spike peeked again from its hiding spot, its posture a bit dejected.
"huh? not good enough? How about this, you can keep messing with just one of them."
The tendril perked up with interest, but not fully convinced by the offer.
"You get to choose your victim."
And just with that, Four found himself tightly enveloped by a thin mass of darkness. If only he could return the hug the same way without his arms passing through the mass as though it were smoke. Soon crossed his mind and left a wistful smile on his face.
