#lu fi

[doodlesaur-central]

Even the greatest no-capes work around will always be met with scrutiny, lol.

(@skyward-floored same as before, I tried to mix Warriors's outfit with Frozone and your fic descriptions but if anything's off, just pretend it's an old version of his costume!)

Part One

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[lunamilliesapphire]

Sky randomly drops Fi's opinion on conversations.

he words it in the exact same way she does, and he doesn't even notice how funny it is.

for instance, if the chain was arguing about how to take down a monster camp, Sky would say with a straight face,

"Fi would like to express her displeasure about this conversation, and wants you to know that there's an 81.6% chance that you will die."

the rest of the chain is just like, 'Thanks Fi.' and goes along anyway.

[bokettochild]

I rethink to the possible dramatic fight between corrupted Four and Legend and why Fi didn't react.

I think that, first, she knew that Four was lost.

And Legend was a baby, she had to protect him. If she reacted and "punished" him for using her against another Link, he would be defenseless against Four. And would be killed.

Well, you inspired me.

How dare you.

  He is a child, her master.

  He is a child, chosen by the gods and forged to his destiny, forged beside her as he remade her. He is a good child, a brave child. His heart is the purest she’s beheld in all of her existence, and he wields her with ease as a result. 

  Some of her masters have struggled with her weight. Some that will yet come will fight to be worthy of her. This one does not. This one carries her blade, as long as he is tall, in his one hand and swings her wide like his peers might with a favored stick; a fanciful weapon against imagined foes as they wander through a forest or down an old hunting trail.

  Her young master wields her to battle.

  Her young master wields her in a battle against one who had possessed, long ago, as much right to wield her himself as the hands that now do.

  The Hero of the Four Sword is not as he ought to be though. There is no purity in him any longer, only madness. Madness set in and stolen over before he ever had a chance to claim her power. Madness that had made her once reject him, the single time he’d come to try and claim her. His own sword was stolen, was hidden, but her blade cannot be claimed by those impure of heart or unsound of mind, and he’s both now. He is darkness and shadow consumed as he stands, his shattered parts bearing a blade reclaimed by the very hands that hold her now.

  He’s not himself anymore. The boy that was is gone, the man that he became now buried. He’s only a shell, darkness and madness taken over a form kept whole and hale and healthy when it should have fallen and withered in the course of the thousand years between his locking away and this, his reawakening.

  Link’s hands around her tighten, there’s a tremble in his shoulders as he raises her, as he lifts her to catch a blow that falls against her blade.

  Steel screams against steel, and Fi herself screams, a resounding that has her little Master stumbling, faltering, crying out as the force of the blow sends him falling to his knees, has him barely dodging on a blow that nearly pins him in his place, only avoided with a swift roll, with a curl and twist and a breathing and panting and loud terrified sob.

  He talks about them, her Master. The Hero of the Four Sword was a great hero, he’ll say. The madness that took him in the end aside, he was a master of bladework, of forging, of fighting. Perhaps, her little Master has mused to her, staring up at the sky and the constellations he claims that his people have named for his predecessors, he will be like him. Perhaps, he has murmured between the blows of the hammer and the push of the bellows, he will be a great smithy and hero as well, if he tries very hard to become so.

  He won’t live to become either with the shattered hero now attacking him, however. Not when four swords make to carve him into pieces. Not when he’s barely dodging and ducking attacks.

  But then he lifts her blade, and Fi screams again.

  She is not made to be wielded against her masters. Whether their hands have held her or no, Hylia forbade her from causing them harm. Hylia commanded that she burn the hand of any who would try and lift her against those she was meant to guide, to serve, to protect.

  But here is one, her precious little Master, and he raises her against a master whose hands were not worthy when at last they sought her, and there are four of him and only one of her little Link.

  Blades cannot feel pain, but a spirit programmed to serve can feel agony just the same when she overrides her orders, when she goes against her protocols, when she forces back the surge of heat that wishes to come up against her steel to burn small hands that lift and swing and stab her towards a foe that ought to have been a friend, a helper, a mentor perhaps. Her Link fights, wielding her blade against his predecessor, and she keeps at bay that burn, that fire.

  He is only a child, Fi reasons. He is an innocent child with a pure heart, forced into a fight he cannot escape, trapped in a prison meant to contain his foe, not himself. Trapped in a battle with a hero who is more weathered then he, more skilled then he, who has four selves with which to fight while he himself has only the one.

  He needs her. 

  She should burn him. She should stop him. She should not allow herself to be wielded so, to be wielded against a Master, especially when the blood of her last wielder has only just been cleaned from her blade after it was driven through him, after she’d been forced to feel the final beats of his heart against her edge, painted scarlet with his lifeblood as the both of them fell with finality.

  She was forced to take the life of the last, she does not want the life of the one who came before him.

  But the alternative is to leave her little Master unguarded, to let him be weaponless and allow him to die instead.

  A hero will die, and she will either be the one made to kill him, or the one who did not protect him. There is no protocol for this, there is no answer, there is no right action because any action or inaction will result in the harm of a master.

  Blades cannot shed tears, but as the Four Sword strikes against the Master Sword, Fi’s screams echo in the halls of the dungeon, the closest to agony a sword can feel stretching onwards until, at last, one blade falls still, falls to stone, and falls silent.

  Even then, her cries do not cease, they only quiet.

  She has broken her orders.

  She has disobeyed her mistress.  But her Master needed protection, what else was she meant to do?

[tashacee]

Hear me out; 𝘋𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨! but it's LU edition

.............................oh, alright then

screw it i'm making this a tag game. If you get tagged (and feel like it) make a new post and imagine A Zelda Object as. Uh. An anime waifu i guess.

i tag @sapphicseasapphire @gia-d @marcusdoodlesalot @zarvasace and @weavingstarlight

[lu-fic-recommendation-of-the-day]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29569926/chapters/72674772

Secrets of the Wild by @kwonhochi

Summary:

Wild has been keeping most of his journey a secret--the Chain only knows that the Calamity destroyed Hyrule and that he can come back to life with Mipha's Grace. They don't know about the other dead Champions, that he slept for a hundred years and lost his memories, that he failed. And frankly, he's not sure if he wants to tell them. The other Heroes of Courage would be ashamed he shared the Hero's Spirit with them, they would hate him for how he let down his kingdom and friends.

Of course, Wild might not get a chance to hide his secrets as the Chain travels through his Hyrule.

Tags:

Fi makes an appearance

Angst

Fighting

Mild Swearing

More tags to be added

Wild-centric

Wolfie also shows up

tagging is obscenely hard

wow are you still reading these tags?

Mute Wild

Wild uses sign

Miscommunication + Idiots equals no good times :(

this has a lot of angst oops

Trauma

Panic Attacks

Discussion of Death

Wild Angst

Poor Wild

Wild Has Issues

No beta - stuck on that one side quest

Secrets

Reveal

Mild Gore

I'm Bad At Tagging

I'm Bad At Summaries

I'm Bad At Titles

Word count: 42,865

Finished: Yes

[1caru]

testing a new pen :)

[thejolteonmastertj]

Legend & Fi Are Best Friends Y’all

One of my favorite HCs/Plot-bunnies is Legend even has heard the Master Sword’s voice before, during his first adventure as a kid. Grew real attached & even had full conversations with her…

… but as he grew older he began to assume it was all his imagination.

Nobody in his era knew the sword was supposed to even have a voice, the knowledge had been lost to time. Even if he pieces together the fate of his predecessor based on the state he found the blade in—He’d have had no proof that the pungent air of melancholy & mourning surrounding the blade was literal…

… Until he meets the Chain.

He doesn’t even make a big deal about it—It’s all very subtle. Soft adoring gazes & a few particularly telling blink-&-you-miss-it details.

Young Legend may or may not have ever even told anyone, (specially not Zelda, he didn’t want her to think he was a kid!) but he might’ve felt expected to grow up fast & caught on to that talking to inanimate objects is very childlike. I get the feeling he would’ve kept it to himself for the most part.

It’d be pretty easy to pass-off even. It’d barely even need to be a secret. Guys using personable feminine pronouns for boats, planes, cars, even, yes, swords has been very much a thing through history. Any slip-ups on the Vet’s part would simply be interpreted in this manner, he could even keep outright talking to her once in a while…

… but there’s still a difference between a grown man personifying one of his prized tools & a child bonding with an imaginary friend. It just wouldn’t be the same.

The bittersweet wonder, relief & vindication Legend must’ve felt when he learned one of his longest-allies wasn’t a mere figment of his imagination after all.

Lookat how ready & willing—thrilled even Legend is to not just speak to Sky’s Master Sword, he’s also the only one aside from Sky shown so far to like, actually talk to her as if she’s a person. The other Links—even Wild refer to the blade as an object.

That’s a dude that’s definitely heckin spoken to his dang sword before. He does it so easily, there’s zero awkwardness,

idk, it’s just… these are the vibes I get.

From his facial expressions alone frankly. 🤭

[sprite-and-the-bunnydragons]

A question for everyone, but particularly the characters that might be spoilers if I mention them by name:

How are you doing after everything that just happened?

Got your message about this being for Linked Seas! Spoilers ahead for the whole series up through the first chapter of Aftermath.

Midna: I’m fine. Twilight and his tribe are safe, I’m free, and Zant’s ugly face has a date with my fist. All missions accomplished. I just … need to stay focused on that fact.

Twilight: *muffled grunt from where he’s laying face-down on his bed*

Ravio: O—oh, that’s very nice of you to check on us! *cough* I’m doing much better. Legend caught my infection, so he’s a bit of a goo monster right now, but Mr. Warriors says he’ll be fine. I can’t believe how nice Legend’s tribe is, they don’t mind at all if we sleep when we’re tired or ask for food if we’re hungry! I’ve, uh, let Legend do the asking for us, heh. These mer aren’t like anyone else I’ve ever met. This is all real, right?

Legend: *gross, gooey, snorting sound* ‘M fine. Rabio’s fine. But Warriors won’d led me out of bed, an’ he fights dirty.

Warriors: Ugh, I forgot how itchy Denise poison can get. *scratches gills* But I’m glad Ravio’s a much better patient than his twin, he actually stays in one place and rests. Unlike almost a dozen other mer I know. If I could stop having nightmares about Lana and Cia, that would be great.

Time: ……………..

Malon: *sigh* To be honest, I haven’t been this worried since the day we first found Legend. He and Ravio should be just fine in a few weeks if we stay on top of their injuries and illnesses, but everyone’s a bit rattled from the Barrier breaking and … everything else. It’s been a nightmare trying to convince Time to leave our grotto, he’s afraid he’ll lose control again. Which is ridiculous, he has the best control of his magic of anyone I’ve ever seen. I know it’s hard to stop once he gets going, but he knows he doesn’t have to fight right now. At least Ravio’s adjusting faster than Legend did when we met him. Poor thing’s still as skittish as a goby, but he’s all right with me or Warriors, sometimes even without Legend awake or nearby. Thank you for checking on us, friend, that’s very kind of you!

Fi: I … can hear you? We are … connected …? What … am … *her voice fades to soft static, then nothingness*

Wild: I’m gonna sneak in to the infirmary to check on Legend and Ravio if it’s the last thing I do. I just need to wait until Sky recovers from … whatever Sky and Sun did to patch up the Barrier. Once he’s up, we’ll have plenty of mer to watch the guppies if I get sick from hanging around the twins. The … new twins? Does that mean I get to call Four and Shadow the “old twins?”

Hyrule: I’m pretty tired, heh. Me and the others wound up using a lot of magic to keep the monsters away. I wish I could’ve helped Legend and the rest, but at least I distracted a few of the monsters away from them! I just wish I wasn’t on bed rest and could check on Legend and his twin. No one will even let me think about healing—which isn’t fair, I know my limits! I know my limits, but that doesn’t mean I have to follow them, especially when my tribemate’s in pain.

Sky: It’s fine! Everything’s fine. Sure, the Barrier shouldn’t be able to become sentient, but I mean, that magic isn’t something most of us understand well. I—I’m sure this was part of Hylia’s plan. I just need to be a little faster next time to make sure I can help Sun better when we have to—oh? You were asking how I’m doing, not how everything else is going?

Four: It’s really nice to know Shadow has a bit more freedom and safety now that he doesn’t have to draw energy from me every day. Our soul bond … uh, we’re still getting used to it. There were a couple things we were working out between us before Midna helped us forge our bond, and now that we’re so deeply connected, those things feel a lot bigger. We’ll figure it out, I’m sure. It’s great to be able to split and introduce everyone to the Colors, too!

Shadow: I’m not talking to Four. Not until he decides to use his brain and tell the others about our other secret. I am glad I don’t have to hurt him to keep us both alive anymore, though.

Wind: I can’t believe everyone else got to sneak out and save the world and stuff without me! I’ll show them. I’m gonna get so good at fighting, they’ll HAVE to ask me to help next time something like this happens!

Aryll: Hmph. Everyone’s swimming around and acting upset, but no one will tell me why, not even Wind! They all say everything’s fine, and it should be—the adults fought off the monsters and we’re safe, so why is everyone still being so weird? At least I heard Legend found his twin. Hope she’s a female, then I can have a sister! And they’re twins, which means they look the same, which means another pinkie for our tribe! *concerned look over at Four and Shadow* Uh, right?