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I feel like Legend is REALLY good at braiding hair cause Zelda forced him to learn on her hair as a sibling bonding thing and he actually really enjoys it
Anyways, my ask is basically:
I wanna see Legend braiding Wild's hair, I need some fluff rn
Thank you!
"ofccc this is such a cute idea !!" Kafei says, knowing damn well they don't know how to draw braids. They also forgot to draw patterns on Wild and Legend's tunics.
Legend has been acting very distinctly off, lately.
He’s not injured, Sky knows that much. There wasn’t a time where he’s been separated from the group. Something triggered him, perhaps? The veteran has more than enough baggage to sift through.
Sky really isn’t sure.
Legend hasn’t been the same since… about a week ago? Something of the sort? He’s been quieter, laughter not so loud, snarks not so present. If it were anyone else, Sky wouldn’t be concerned.
But this is Legend he’s talking about. Legend, who shows a prickly front but is soft on the inside. His facade isn’t prickly right now, though, more like a dull point.
Triggers don’t last that long, right? If they didn’t, he would be better by now, at least outwardly. Then again, Sky doesn’t know much (if anything at all) of the “shell-shock” the veteran, the captain, and even Time seem to describe. What he knows is limited, tales from an era long before Skyloft, when the world wasn’t so peaceful. So, maybe there’s a chance it can last this long?
This train of thought does not change the fact that there is still something wrong, and Sky is very much concerned.
Another day passes, and the Chosen Hero watches his friend. A multitude of notes show up.
One: no one else seems to have noticed the problem at hand.
Two: Legend is acting as he usually does (jabs, rolled eyes, etc.) around everyone in their group.
Third: the veteran is only acting oddly around Sky.
Now, this has raised a very important question in Sky’s mind. Did he do something wrong? While he’s never been one to hold silent grudges (except against the goddesses, of course), maybe Sky had done something to be an exception.
He mulls this over throughout the evening, as they set up camp. Physically, he’s busied by setting out his bedroll, as well as some of the others’. Mentally, though, he thinks, and thinks, and thinks.
If the veteran hadn’t been borderline ignoring him, Sky’s sure he’d make a quip about how he shouldn’t think so much.
“It must get difficult thinkin’ so hard, birdbrains,” he’d mock, and Sky would laugh, and all would be well.
But all is not well. And Sky is growing more nervous by the second.
He thinks over every interaction with Legend in the past week. Nothing stands out to him. It started normally, with pokes and jokes and smiles and giggles. Then, like a switch had been flipped, the pink-haired man had become strangely subdued.
Could it have something to do with that? The whole… pink-rabbit, thing? But that was months ago, and this was so much more recent.
“Sky? Ya ‘ere?” Fingers are being snapped in front of his face.
He jumps, looking into the marked face of Twilight. Sky hides it with a flush and a chuckle. “Yes! Sorry, got lost in my thoughts, there” — and here is where the birdbrain comments should go, yet none do — “what did you ask?”
Twi, ever the worrywart, frowns slightly. “I ‘as j’st askin’ ‘bout watch. Doubleshif’s, you an’ Ledge. But, if yer not up for it—”
“No!” Sky is fast to interrupt. “No worries! I’m alright, truly. That sounds wonderful.” He gives the most reassuring smile he can muster, and it’s honest and true, for once.
Twilight’s frown lifts, a bit, and the slightly older man nods and steps away towards Wild and Wind, who are still cooking dinner.
Watch with Legend, huh? Could this be his chance?
A small bit of him warns that things could go very, very, wrong.
Luckily, the bigger part of him tells him that if he doesn’t say anything now he will run out of time to say anything at all.
So, that is that. Watch is set—blech, the middle shift—and Sky walks over to the rest of his friends before he can think any more of the situation.
“Sky!” Wind waves. “Come sit by us!”
‘Us’, in this case, happens to be himself, Wild, and Twilight, none of whom he’s opposed to being near. Thus, he picks his way to a spot on a ground, settling next to Wind. The smaller melts into his side (a common occurrence), and Sky happily accepts a bowl of pumpkin soup.
It’s not the same as from his home, of course, but it’s still soup and there’s still pumpkins. He’s still satisfied by the taste.
“Thank you, Wild,” he says, setting the now-empty bowl beside him.
Wild grins crookedly. “‘Course, Sky, I’m glad you liked. Seconds?”
Sky shakes his head. “Not tonight.”
The sailor, on the other hand, shoots up, mouth completely stuffed. “‘ll take ‘is s’rv’in’!”
“Calm yerself, sailer, others gotta eat,” Twilight chides.
“Meanie.” Wind crosses his arms with a pout. Sky ruffles the top of his head, a fond look surely on his face, and the smaller does not shy away.
He spares a glance to Legend and Hyrule, across the fire. The former is staring, brows furrowed, but looks away as soon as he notices Sky’s gaze. The latter continues chattering away as if nothing happened (and, in their eyes, nothing did happen).
Overall, the fire is warm and his belly is full. His friends sit around him and talk and snort and sigh, contentment filling the air. Sure, they have double watches set up, the tension is high, and they are exhausted, but they are together and they are (physically) healthy. Sky could not ask for much more.
So, Sky turns in for the beginning of his rest. Wind is sprawled next to him, looking like the starfish they all claim to exist.
Three hours later, Time is shaking him awake.
“You’re up, Sky. Four’s already woken Legend,” he whispers.
Sky nods. This is a song they’ve danced to many times.
Seeing him up and aware, the oldest moves to his bedroll with a soft ‘goodnight’. The Skyloftian echoes it in turn, before advancing towards the dying embers and confusing veteran.
At first, the watch is normal. Sky watches one side whilst Legend watches the other. There isn’t much talking—there never is, on the second watch, what with tired eyes and restless heroes—but the bit that is remains light and regular. For a moment, he can almost forget the anxiety that’d been eating him away earlier.
Then, Sky makes a comment that shatters the glass around them.
“Oh c’mon, vet,” he rolls his eyes. “We both know you use those trinkets of yours quite often.”
The chuckle Legend gives sounds forced, and Sky is hit with a pang of guilt. It was meant as a simple jab—nothing more nor less—but it maybe it was too biting?
Sky takes the second to study Legend’s newfound stance. He’s hunched in on himself, hands hugging knees, and despite not being able to see his face, Sky can assume his expression is that of a resigned sort of scowl.
It’s the same reaction he’s seem many times on multiple others. Twilight when scolded by Time; Wild when scolded by Twi; Wind when scolded by Warriors; Hyrule when scolded by Legend. It is not a reaction he expected to receive from their veteran, let alone one to be stemmed from him.
It spikes a whole new pang of worry.
He turns back before Legend can catch his face. “Sorry, Ledge. I like your items a lot. It’s not a problem to use ‘em, you know.”
From the corner of his eye, he catches the tension release, just a little bit. Enough, though, to know he said the right thing. Good.
Legend doesn’t give a response besides a light bump of the shoulders. The watch continues in a not-quite-awkward but not-quite-comfortable silence.
Creeeeak.
Sky’s head is up in an instant, scanning and pausing and reviewing the treeline in front of him. His ears twitch and try to catch every little thing, from the scamper of a mouse to the rustle of the wind. He’s certain Legend is doing the same, on his end.
A beat passes. Two. Three.
Legend’s breath hitches. “Bokoblin. One o’ Wild’s, reckon.”
“The others?” Sky whispers, voice barely making a sound.
“No. It’s just one. On three?”
Sky nods.
One beat. Two.
“Three!” Legend hisses.
Sky springs up, Master Sword poised to strike and shield up to block. Legend follows in a similar manner, clutching the Tempered Sword and some sort of shield. The ‘blin barely reacts before Sky is moving, moving, moving, slashing at the beast with a ferocity he didn’t realize he possessed this late at night.
The monster bleeds black.
Legend notices too, and lets out a soft string of curses before he’s in on the action. They trade blows, one then the other then both at the same time.
The bokoblin does not back down. It swings its own sword at their ankles, then their waists, then their heads. Wide arcs that make it near impossible to get in, despite the fact that the odds are two to one.
Legend pushes and knocks it off balance, and Sky seizes his chance. He steps into the circle, sword going faster than a blink, and stabs through the head. The Master Sword glints on the other side. The beast dissolves into nothing save a gem and some guts.
Sky lets out a cheer and turns to Legend.
Who’s eyes, suspiciously, are blown wide with fear. Did he get hurt? Had Sky missed something during the heat of the battle?
He stumbles forward—wait, stumbles? Sky shouldn’t be stumbling, he didn’t get hurt, just look down—oh. That’s blood. On his tunic. On his stomach.
Shit.
Pain erupts from the area, stabbing and scorching and hot in a way it really should not be, not on a fresh wound, not unless it’s infected—
“Sky? Sky! Stay with me, hero, stay with me.” Legend is frantic and holding his shoulders, lowering him carefully to the ground. Why is he so panicked? It’s not that bad, right?
Another shot of pain rocks his body, and he bites back a scream with practiced expertise.
Nevermind, it is definitely that bad.
Still, though, Legend is upset, and he can’t have that. Legend shouldn’t be upset, not because of him.
“I’m okay,” he gasps. “‘m fine, Ledge, just needa—” a coughing fit fights its way out and he cant stop it.
“You ain’t fine, you needa potion or sum. Hold on fer me, ‘kay? Hold on, ‘ll get Roolie or, or,” Legend stops, stares, and then darts up and away. Sky frowns, because Legend is still stressed and he can tell because his accent is loose and free and that is not something he often does.
He holds on for as long as he can, though. He can hear shouts and people getting up and running and since when did they get so far? What’s even happening? Is someone hurt?
Ow. Right. Sky is hurt.
His stomach doesn’t feel so good. It feels sticky and hot and gross and bad and he doesn’t like it. Maybe a nap will help? Naps usually help when he’s tired, they always have. Maybe he should nap.
Just as his eyes start to fall shut, someone shakes him, yelling and shaking and yelling and shaking. Bright, violet, eyes meet dull sky blue, panicked and calm and panicked and calm and ow ow ow everything hurts so bad.
The violet eyes have a mouth attached, and it keeps opening and closing but he can’t hear anything. Should he be hearing something?
Something cold presses against his stomach and he hisses. It keeps going, pushing and pushing, but the cold becomes warm and soft and comfortable. Sky could nap, like this.
Despite his eyes fluttering shut, someone grabbed and shook him, yet again. He really wishes they’d stop, he’s trying to nap here!
“—descendant!” They say.
…What?
Now significantly more interested, Sky strains his ears to listen closer. Oh, cool, the warm-yet-cold hands gave some of his hearing back. That’s nice.
“I’m—or—dant!”
They’re… huh?
“I’m royal!”
The Chosen Hero blinks. Once, twice, three times. His vision is so blurry he can’t make anything out besides those glaring eyes and disheveled hair.
The pain is subsiding, a little bit, so that’s neat.
What did they mean… royal?
Oh. Oh! Wait! Him and Sun start the royal bloodline of Hyrule, don’t they? This person could be referring to that! Is it a Zelda? Did one of the other Zeldas come? They’re so sweet, all those young women, and it triggers something in him that’s quite enjoyable. Maybe, once this pain quiets down, he can talk to them? That’d be just wonderful.
He closes his eyes again, humming in contentment when the unknown Zelda doesn’t shake him back. The sharp and burning and horrible ache is nothing more than annoying, now, and he’s slept much worse than this. He falls unconscious, unaware to the trembling hero next to him.
What could be minutes or hours or even days later, Sky opens his eyes again. It’s dark out, and stars shine brightly up above. Trees dot the outline of his vision.
He tries to sit up. His lower abdomen protests vehemently, and he has to abandon such efforts. Something between a groan and whine escaped him, despite his feeble attempts to swallow it whole.
“Sky?” Someone asks. “Sky! You’re awake!”
He looks towards the voice, and is pleasantly surprised to see Legend. He made it out of the fight! There’s no visible bandages, or splints, or anything but concerned eyes and a soft face.
Sky musters up the best smile he can. “I’m okay, Ledge.” He pushes up again, and this time makes it as far as propping his weight onto his elbows. His stomach screams, but he’s alright, truly.
“You damn better be,” the vet mutters, but he helps push the chosen hero up the rest of the way. Sky nods his thanks, before scanning their camp.
It’s still the same place they were last time. A small grove in the middle of uncharted woods, somewhere so random that no one knows who’s Hyrule it is or even if it is anyones. There are six sleeping forms and the outline of Wolfie.
There is no Zelda. He distinctly remembers a Zelda being there, after he was injured. Did she leave? He wanted to talk to her.
“Where did she go?” Sky asks, frowning. That’s unfortunate.
Legend raises an eyebrow. “Who?”
“Zelda,” he says, like it’s obvious. “She was here whenever… I got hurt, I guess.”
“Sky,” Legend looks very confused. “There wasn’t ever anyone’s Zelda here. Why would you think so?”
His words are thought out, slower, deeper than the mess he’d been when Sky was injured. That’s good, it means the vet has had time to breathe and calm down since then.
“There wasn’t? But someone mentioned being of royal descent, did they not?” Had he made that entire conversation up? Something of delusion built from blood loss and poison?
Legend’s expression freezes; a blush creeps across his ears. “You, uh, you heard that?”
“Yes?” How could he not? They were shaking and shouting, for Hylia’s sake!
“Oh.”
Sky is growing quickly more confused, and concerned, and he remembers why he was so nervous around Ledge in the first place. Something was wrong—no, something is wrong—and he wants to figure it out.
“Legend? Did something happen? Are you alright?”
The veteran shakes his head. “You got stabbed, Chosen. Scared the hell outta us.”
But that doesn’t answer about the past week or the mysterious person who he’s very very certain said they were related to him.
“I’m sorry,” he starts. Before the other can object, Sky continues. “What about the Zelda, though? Or whoever it was? Someone said they were my descendant, I thought.”
Legend looks anywhere but at Sky’s face. It’s very suspicious. “That, uh, that doesn’t matter. You need rest.”
Sky uses his own arms to keep him up, despite the insistence of the pink-haired hero to get him to lay back down. The more lucid he is, the less the pain matters. It’s nothing, now. He’s done more on less.
“No, wait, Ledge—”
“It was me,” he whispers, and it’s as quick as the pegasus boots he loves so much.
“Hm?”
Legend flushes, continuing to look away. “It was, uh. It was me. I’m your…” he trails off into something incoherent.
Sky raises an inquisitive brow.
“Don’t make me say it,” Legend scowls.
“Say what?”
“You know what!” And Sky really does. He wants to hear Legend admit it for himself, though.
“Stab wound,” he deadpans instead.
Legend huffs and pouts and crosses his arms, scowl deepening, then softening, then deepening again.
A beat passes. No one stirs except for the two exhausted heroes.
“Fable—my Zelda—she’s my sister. I’m the Prince of Hyrule, technically.” Legend brings his knees up to his chest and hugs them, eyes downcast, stance tense and so similar to how it was by the fire, that night.
Everything clicks into place very neatly.
Legend is not upset with Sky. He is worried about Sky, worried he’s been a disappointment, worried that he’s somehow made a mistake. So he cut back on snarks and rolled eyes, on cocked hips and wide gestures, replaced it with something subdued and a (quite frankly horrid) attempt at being something different.
“Can I hug you?” Sky asks, because it’s the only thing he can think of saying.
The veteran—the teenager, really—all but jumps. But, exactly as he hoped he would, the boy uncurls himself just enough to nod and accept the arms barrelling into him.
Sky represses a gasp (ow ow ow, next time, do not fall into someone’s arms with a scabbed stab wound, good Hylia), and squeezes tight, pouring every ounce of care he can in. This is his descendant, his kid, and it’s such a rush of emotions he’s surely going to have to process later but for right now Legend slots perfectly into his arms and all is well.
“You’re not… you’re not mad?” The boy rasps.
Sky uses one hand to comb through unruly hair. Jeez, did this kid brush it at all while he was unconscious? He’s going to have to use the recently acquired dad-card to fix that.
“Why’d I be mad, Ledge?”
From where he’s pressed the other against his chest (how did he never realize Legend was so small? Has he seriously never hugged him before?), Sky can’t see the expression he’s making. He can well assume, though, that’s something along the lines of furrowed brows and pressed lips, confusion evident with a hint of something else.
“Why wouldn’t you be?” Legend finally decides on, and Sky almost laughs at how absurd the question is.
He pulls back to look the boy in the eyes. “Legend, you are a wonderful person who has done wonderous things. You have faced atrocities that no person should, and come out stronger, better, and you have done it again and again, because you care for people less fortunate than you.” His descendant’s eyes are blown wide, wide, wide, and the deep black spots are all the more obvious; no wonder he’s so open, right now, there is not a single ounce of sleep in that body. “I know I haven’t known you long, but I am so proud of you regardless, Legend, and I have no words for how happy I am that I am somehow related to you.”
Violet eyes stare into sky blue, expression lax in a way Sky has not seen before, details in the starlight that are old to one but new to the other.
Sky is hit with the fact that he has never looked at the veteran before this. Not hard enough to point out the little things, like the freckles or light scars or baby hairs.
“Oh,” Legend murmurs, casting his gaze downwards and caving in on his own body a bit more. “Okay.”
“Legend,” eyes flick up once more, “I’m being genuine.”
“I know.” A long pause. “I know, it’s just not that simple, I guess. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, Ledge.”
Legend’s eyes go wide, wide, wide, once more. “The others can’t know I’m Fable’s brother.”
That is definitely something Sky is going to address at a later date.
For now, he hopes that the glint his eyes get is mischievous and his smirk comes across correctly. “Exactly.”
Legend does not look convinced.
“We’ll be like Twi and the champion were, for a while. Imagine how pissed Wars an’ Wind’ll be trying to figure it out,” Sky says, because while he’s seen hell he’s still just barely twenty and the epitome of a little shit.
(Holy Hylia, he’s going to have to address that later. How do Twilight and Wild do this all day? They’re barely a few years apart!)
Legend stares at him, and then lets out a cackle of a laugh. Real and honest, all because of Sky, and hope blooms in his chest. The other is undoubtedly the hardest nut to crack and Sky is finally getting through, after months of work.
Soon, he starts laughing too. He can’t help it! The vet’s laugh is so contagious, and he’s rocking back on his knees, and Sky is wheezing, and they’re both definitely delirious.
They’re also a bit too loud, because even as their giggles subside, the other Links begin stirring. Hyrule first, the lightest sleeper by far, but Wind and Wild and Wars follow not long after. The chain wake to two grinning brothers, and while they don’t understand it, they’re joining in as well.
Sky’s stomach hurts like a bitch, which is not a word he uses lightly, but he feels happy in an odd sense. A lot has happened—too much—but he can ignore it in favor of a good laugh with his brothers.
Fair Weather Fellows
@torpetavantas asked for a fic where Legend and Twilight' hair changes colour, due to their animal forms and cold weather.
This fic allowed me to explore their relationship a little bit more, as they're a pairing I don't see very often. So thanks for the suggestion, I hope you enjoy this little tail.
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“Any luck?” Legend asked, trying to stop his teeth from chattering as he looked up.
Twilight gave his head a forlorn shake as he came closer. Snow dusted his black pelt and had started to soak into his hair, which he tried to shake out.
“None, this blizzard is too thick and after that mess of a battle the others could have spread out anywhere over this mountain,” Twilight sighed, hands on his hips.
Legend's shoulders dropped and he held his fire rod that bit tighter. At the moment it was their only source of heat among the pine trees providing what little shelter they could. However, Legend could feel it drawing on his magic reserves and they wouldn't be able to rely on it for much longer.
Hi, Rei!! I saw that you write to Lu?? Is it a dream?? I wanted a request in which Lu dates male a very powerful ex-assassin unknown (maybe even more than Sakamoto 👀), but who is the same age as her. What would that be like?
And you hid this from me???
Synopsis: Lu finds out that her boyfriend is an incredibly (Taro Sakamoto-level) strong ex-assassin. How exactly would that go down...?
Character used: Lu Shaotang
Cw: Male!reader; drinking; mild swearing
She probably found out on pure accident. And it went down one of 3 ways:
1) She was getting harassed by some shady folks. And as much as you trusted her strength and independence— you wouldn't let that slide. So you rolled up your sleeves and got to work.
2) Someone from the past caught wind of your whereabouts and wanted to take you out. She just happened to witness you take care of it.
3) Wutang ends up mentioning it in passing and now Lu knows.
CAMPSIDE PRANKS 1: Wild gets bored Waiting for Legend
Wild had already cooked heart soup, hearty elixirs, hearty simmered fruit, and had at least two dozen stamina elixirs ready to go for the Vet when he finally woke up from his fever.
There was nothing much else for the heroes to do while they waited for the Hero of Legend to recover.
As morning became afternoon, The Champion put away the clean pots and ladles, and sat on a log, bouncing his knees and looking all around the camp. Time and Four polished armor, Warrior and Hyrule hung up laundry. Sky cleaned and polished leather with Twilight. Wind sat in a tree with Aryll’s spyglass, keeping diligent watch for monsters.
This in-between era provided few clues regarding their place in time, and the Vetern’s fever worried them. They’d ruled out black blood right away, and potions had minimal effect on illnesses, and so they resigned themselves to waiting it out. Luckily, his fever broke in the night.
Wild noticed them watching his bouncing knees. He stopped, and caught sight of the river stones in the stream. They were all oblong and somewhat flat. He grinned, and rushed over to them.
Gathering as many as he could carry, he placed on at Legend’s side, just a few feet from the bedroll. He set another just behind it, and tipped the first. It struck the second nad knocked it down. Grinning wider, he set a trail of stones from the Vet’s side toward the edge of camp and around the perimeter.
Twilight and Sky finished polishing, and chuckled, then brought him more stones.
The others soon joined in, Wind giving ideas for a path from his perch.
By the time Legend woke up, grimacing at the bright late-afternoon sun, he found an audience of grinning heroes surrounding him.
He scowled, and rubbed his face, feeling for signs of charcoal or paint.
“Here,” Hyrule took the tea Wild made and crouched beside him. “You’ve been out for three days with a fever, but it broke last night. Here, this will help.”
He sat up and took it gingerly, surprised at the weakness in his own hands.
“What in Din’s name are you all doing over here?” He rasped.
“We, uh, well, have a surprise for you.” Wild stammered.
“Wild got bored,” Twilight laughed. “Made you something.”
“Did he? Should I be excited, or afraid?” The Vet sipped the tea.
“It starts behind you,” Time offered, and Legend turned around.
Legend stared at it, and quirked up one eyebrow.
“Go ahead. Touch it.” Hyrule smiled.
A trail of stones, barely balancing on their narrow edges, wound from his side and all around the camp, between trees and up and down rises and dips in the forest floor, through a dry creek bed nearby, and circling tightly around the camp, spiraling inward until it ended next to where it began.
Legend touched it.
They all watched the trail of rocks topple one after the other.
Legend’s sleepy grin made it all worth it.
Once again the brain worms are winning, one of these days the writers block and the worms will fight but oh well.
More Linked Universe fluff, sorry mutuals who don't have a clue what's happening.
what's this?
i recently found out, after recalling what I could remember from Skyward Sword wii, that there are no snow biomes in game. I don't if they added any, i don't know why they would, but if you ignore Sky being in mario kart, this means he's never seen snow before. there's literally snow in at least one of everyone else's games so he's the only one who hasn't seen it. thusly, i wrote something for it.
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Sky panicked the second they had fallen through the portal and into a soft mound of white stuff. “What is this?” Sky wheezed, brushing it off of him. It was cold and wet and it hurt when it touched his skin. “Am I gonna die? Are we gonna die?” Wild laughed, his face contorted in confusion and disbelief. "it's just snow." Sky paused, looking at the 'Snow' that surrounded him.
"What's...snow?" The word felt weird to say, it made no sense. It was a complete nonsense word. "frozen rain that falls from the sky." He looked down at it. "What does it do?" "the same thing rain does." Sky bent down, scooping up the snow in his hands. It melted from the heat of them.
Just when he was about to ask another question, tiny white things started falling from the sky. "Is this..." "also snow, yes. snowflakes." Sky gaped, watching it float slowly down to join the rest of the snow on the ground. It landed on his hair and in his eyelashes. Wild chuckled, pulling the sheikah slate from his hip. "why don't you try catching some in your mouth?" Sky looked at Wild with wide eyes. "You can do that?" He nodded.
Sky leaned his head back, opening his mouth to let snowflakes fall on his tongue. "It feels weird!" He mumbled. Wild laughed, taking a picture with the slate. "i am so showing this to the others." he mumbled under his breath. Wild looked at the clock on the screen. "speaking of which, if they're here too, we should get to finding them." "hey, sky, we need to wrap it up before it--" he was cut off by a lump of snow thrown at his face.
He glared at Sky as the snow rand down his face. As much as he enjoyed the childish grin he was showing, this meant war. Wild wasted no time, scooping up his own snow ball and chucking it Sky. It pelted him in the side. "So this is how you wanna play, huh?" Wild smirked. "better get to making some snowballs, cloud boy." Sky laughed, unceremoniously packing lumps of snow into somewhat round shapes and chucking them at Wild.
Their feet dragged in the snow, the sounds of their laughs cutting through the dense nothingness of the tundra. When they'd ran across half the field, leaving dents and foot prints in the snow, they crashed into it. A soft, cool, bed to catch them and soothe their tired bones. their soft giggles trailed into tired pants as they laid next to each other.
"That's the most fun I've had in years." Sky smiled. "me too."
Lu: Time and wind catching fireflies together
A/N Okay, so writing Wind is not my strong suit (or Time, ngl) so I needed this practice and I hope I did okay! The world in BotW is by far my favorite Hyrule out there, and I think it’s just absolutely beautiful and the perfect backdrop for a soft, fluffy scene like this - hope it’s okay I didn’t spring for Outset Island or Time’s Hyrule, but thanks for the request anon! Sorry it took so long!
Writing Song Choice: “Darkside” by Sam Tinnesz
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Time stirred from where he found himself tangled in a mass of Links, limbs and blankets next to Twi. He cracked his eye open and saw Wild curled up to Twi’s back, his fingers intertwined with the pelt over Twi’s shoulders. Sky was sprawled out with his sailcloth unceremoniously draped across his chest, leg slung over Wild’s waist and a thin line of drool sliding from the corner of his open mouth. War’s arm had flopped over Four’s waist and a loose thread on his blue scarf trying to snake into his mouth that flickered in time with his quiet breathing. Four’s head had somehow ended up on Sky’s stomach, and he was curled up under a portion of the sailcloth that made their smallest hero appear even smaller.
His ears picked up the quiet sound of snoring, and he turned his head to see Legend prod Hyrule with his elbow and roll over. Neither one of them seemed awake, and the even breathing of Legend and snoring of Hyrule confirmed it.
Time didn’t mind the soft smile that involuntarily crossed his face at all of the Great Heroes quietly (except for Hyrule) sleeping in the most un-heroic ways possible. They certainly deserved it. They had landed in Wild’s Hyrule that afternoon, and immediately been thrown into a messy battle with a camp of black moblins. No one had been seriously hurt, thank Hylia, but they were all tired from the battle and the switch, so Time had no qualms about letting them set up camp and bed down early.
He contemplated the likelihood that he could borrow Wild’s slate, figure out how to take one of those pictographs that Wind and Wild were always swapping with each other, and return it without waking any of the others. He decided the likelihood he could even figure out how to work the slate, and was about to let himself drift off again.
Wait, Wind. Where’s Wind?
A quick look at the sky told him it was likely Wind’s watch (which he ended up taking after Time and Twi had to effectively force Wild to sleep a full night for once.) Time took a quick look around and the rustling leaves alerted him to Wind’s blue lobster tunic sneaking away from camp with a bottle in-hand - likely one of Twi’s based on the shape.
His interest piqued, Time gently extricated himself from Twilight’s grip and slid his bag in his protege’s sleeping arms as he muttered at the sudden absence of warmth. Carefully stepping back and nearly falling over a log, he cast a glance back to the mass to see that each hero was still sleeping soundly. With a relieved sigh, he grabbed his sheathed sword, just in case, and followed Wind through the underbrush.
He emerged from the treeline and immediately spotted Wind sitting in the grass. He couldn’t help but gasp at the sight before him.
Wind was sitting in the grass with his feet splayed in front of him, leaning on his hands and looking at the sky. Gently illuminating the rolling hills of vibrant green grass were thousands upon thousands of fireflies, each pulse of light sending pinpricks of warm yellow light across the space. Fireflies seemed to cluster around Wind’s hair and tunic, and Time heard a soft laugh from their youngest.
“Oh, hey Time, check it out!” He couldn’t help but jump at the sound of Wind’s voice as he realized the teen had turned to look at him. He set his biggoron sword on the grass and walked over to join Wind in the grass.
“I saw you sneak out,” Time said with a pointed glance, but it held no malice and Wind just laughed.
“Yeah, I know, but I remember Wild once mentioned fireflies in his Hyrule and I wanted to see them.”
Time hummed and had to admit to himself that the fireflies were beautiful. He couldn’t really blame Wind for sneaking out to see them. They fell into a companionable silence as the soft points of light lazily floated around them, spots of gold to contrast the plethora of glittering silver stars above them.
Wind broke the silence as he begun to worry at a blade of grass. “Sorry for sneaking out when it’s my watch… You think the others will be okay?”
Time hummed and smiled. “They’ll be fine, we’ll just keep an ear out for any trouble. Wild said that the monsters here need their beauty rest, too.”
He saw Wind smile out of the corner of his eye and the blue-clad hero sat up. “Man, I thought Outset Island had a lot of fireflies, but it doesn’t have nearly as many as this.”
Time hummed again in response, eye slowly drifting shut again before it was interrupted by Wind leaning over him and holding up the pilfered bottle.
“Hey Time,” he said with a mischievous smile as he lightly shook the bottle in his hands excitedly, “you wanna catch a few?”
Time got a better look at the bottle in Wind’s hands and raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that Pup’s?”
Wind blinked before realizing who Time was talking about. He looked a bit sheepish. “Oh, yeah, but mine are all full of red potion and he had this one he wasn’t using and I was gonna let them go after catching them anyways so he’ll get it back…” he was cut off by Time chuckling.
“I don’t think he’d mind you borrowing an unused bottle. I was just curious.”
“Oh.”
There was a pause.
“Wild said catching fireflies in his Hyrule was just like catching fairies, but I don’t think he uses a bottle for either so…”
Time rolled his eye with a grin. “Go put a firefly in a bottle, Wind, we still have an hour or two before dawn and you can show the others.”
Wind gave a little whoop in victory before trying various different ways of obtaining a firefly - stealth, jumping and grabbing, with his hands, with the bottle - but continuously came up short. He plopped back on the grass next to Time with a huff.
“They’re a lot faster here than on Outset.”
Time laughed a bit and put a supportive hand on Wind’s shoulder. He couldn’t ignore the small spike of anxiety when he saw a spark light up in Wind’s eye and the teen swiveled to stare at him.
“You should help me - with two of us, I’m sure we could catch a whole bunch of them!”
Time blinked and didn’t get a chance to respond before Wind was pulling him to his feet and dragging him off towards the migrating cluster of fireflies. “You try to herd them towards me and I’ll grab a few!”
And that was how a rush of panicked heroes found the two missing members of their party, with the stoic Time gracelessly falling down a hill as he tried to chase down a glowing bug. Wind jumped off the hill with a flourish of his bottle, and landed in a mess of limbs as he got tangled up with Time, and triumphantly held up the bottle with a holler. Two warm pulses of light flickered on and off inside their temporary glass home.
Twi approached his mentor and their youngest laying in an undignified, laughing heap on the ground, hands on his hips and a smile crossing his features.
“Isn’t that one of my bottles?” he laughed.
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Thanks @unstoppablecass for letting me throw ideas at his face because I’m just hopeless sometimes XD
