A silly little fic for an amazingly funny comic by @dragkbluire
Room at the Inn
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"No animals allowed, huh?" Legend read the sign outside the inn, then smirked up at Twilight. "Guess that means you and I need to stay out here tonight."
"Oooh no, not me Vet," Twilight shook his head vehemently. "I've been fixin' for a bed all week!"
Four poked his head around Twilight and stared at the sign for a moment. "I bet you Time could get an animal in."
"You really think the Old Man has a tricky streak?" Legend scoffed. But his eyes glittered. "50 rupees says he can't."
"Deal! C'mon, Twi. I wanna see this."
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Time sighed, then smiled down at the Smithy. "You really bet rupees on this, Little One?"
"Absolutely." Four ticked the points off on his fingers, leaning casually on Wolfie's shoulder. "I've listened to the Sailor's stories. You've shown us your masks. Plus," he grinned, sharp and mischievous, "it's been ages since we had some harmless fun."
Time put on a long-suffering face. "I dare say it won't be fun for the innkeeper." But he began divesting himself of his armor, storing it piece by piece in his pouch. He tried but failed to hide the excited grin tugging at his lips. "Let's do this," he agreed.
Four whooped. Wolfie's tongue lolled out in a wide, doggy grin, and he gave a happy bark.
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Four nestled himself deep inside Wolfie's neck fur, Minish-sized and ready for the show.
"Keep a good grip," Wolfie told him as they mounted the steps to the inn. "I don't know what Time has planned. We may need to run."
"Got it," Four whispered back, the Picori language rolling naturally off his tongue.
Time opened the door for them, then approached the older lady at the reception desk. "Good evening, ma'am," he said smoothly. "Do you have three rooms available for the night? I'm traveling with a sizeable party, but they're willing to share."
The innkeeper peered over the desk, her round glasses slipping down her nose. "I'm sorry, sir," she said, voice dripping with false regret. "We don't accept animals in this inn."
"Oh yeah," Time remained relaxed, one hand resting on his belt, "I'm fully aware of that." He gestured down at Wolfie. "This is my great-great-grandson. We really look alike, right?"
The woman stared. "Sir, a wolf can't be your..."
She blinked, and Wolfie shifted under Four's feet. He muffled a yelp as his perch grew into Twilight's pelt.
Time didn't even glance their way. "What's the matter?"
The woman pursed her lips and stared at the pair of Hylians in front of her, then huffed and closed her eyes. "Besides, you look too young to have a great-great-grandson."
Out of the corner of his eyen Four saw Time's hand plunge into his pouch. In an instant, a mask clamped itself onto his face, and the Old Man shrunk into a kid. Four stuffed his fist into his mouth to stifle his giggles.
"See?" the young Link jeered, pulling his good eyelid down and sticking out his tongue at Twilight. "She says I look too young! So you better stop calling me 'Old Man'."
Twilight chuckled. "Okay, okay. I'll take that."
Four peeked around Twilight's shoulder. The old lady stared, fingertips pressed together in concern. "Are you...Hylian?" she questioned, glasses slipping down her nose again.
In the time it took her to fix them, Twilight shifted back to Wolfie and Time pulled on another mask, turning into a Zora. Four buried his head into his arm, silently cackling as the pair just stood in front of the desk.
He heard the barely-audible griding of teeth and raised his head, gasping for air. Oh golden three her face! Legend's gonna be pissed he missed this.
The innkeeper sighed in defeat and pinched her eyes closed. "Yeah, you two look very alike. Welcome to the inn." She slid the register book and quill across the desk.
Time removed his mask, signed and returned the book, and accepted the three keys in exchange. "Let's go, Pup."
Wolfie trotted happily after Time. Four turned and looked back at the reception desk. The poor woman had her head buried in her hands, staring blankly at the register book in front of her. Her lips moved, but he couldn't hear any words. He nudged at the shoulder rolling beneath him. "Did you catch what she said?"
Wolfie twitched an ear and huffed an amused bark. "She said, 'Am I tripping?'"
Four giggled as they went to retrieve the rest of the Chain. He went through the nearby Minish portal and entered the inn with everyone else, smugly accepting his hard-won rupees from Legend as they paraded past the front desk, Wolfie proudly in the lead.
First up on the art spree we have this fantastically unhinged piece I decided to draw as part of my taking over of the may Write a thon bit. There was a plan, then I made one (1) joke about FD invading the server and enough people thought it should actually be done that I started organizing people for it. Since I was the ringleader I made some extra art so that others who wanted to change their pfp could snag some art from me. Which brings us to another joke that I made and then decided to follow through on XD. I threatened the lovely @mrsmusica with renaissance style FD art as a joke. Here we are now. Hope you friendos get as much of a laugh from as I have thus far!
Live Q&A with @SapphicSeaSapphire, coming this event on the LU Community Write-A-Thon Server!
Come and hang out with our spotlighted creator! Ask about Sky's wings, find out what Wild keeps in his hair, and ask what is ACTUALLY the deal with Time!
I have a gift for @lu-community-write-a-thon that I definitely didn't spoil during the event itself....
HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY, LUWAT !
You probably heard it before, but I'm so thankful for this event. It allowed me to meet many friends, motivated me to finish projects that I seriously doubt would have ever been done without it, and all in all just makes the 1st of the month a fun day that I look forward to.
I tried to put as many references as I could in this banner, I definitely missed jokes but it is starting to get a little crowded haha !
I hope my silly banner is at least amusing to you, and that it properly conveys my love and gratitude to the mods and admins of the event.
And to the fellow WAT-ers, I can't wait to write with you all again next month !
Wild never bathes in tubs. He only ever washes in open water. However, with him incredibly ill, the chain decides to cool him off in the inn bathtub. It doesn’t go well.
Set in @mirensiart's pain-sharing au
inspired by a comment by @eldritchsteamhearted
Link and snippet below the cut
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Wild was ill and he wasn’t getting better.
Legend had gotten bored of his mending and embroidery on the second day. The rest had gotten tired of the finger pricks when he misjudged where his needle was even sooner, not that he’d heeded their complaints.
Now, on the eve of the third day, Legend had mended and embroidered just about everything of his that he could, and he was debating insisting that Warriors hand him his scarf (honestly, it could probably use some protective embroidery — it was a miracle a monster hadn’t used it to strangle him yet).
Apart from using his needle and thread, Legend had participated in games (mostly card, mostly started by Wind), sang songs with the others (largely led by Wind), and listened to Wind tell stories. The kid had looked ready to vibrate out of the room day one, and Legend was honestly kind of impressed he hadn’t exploded something yet. It was amazing how much harder being trapped in a small room with everyone else was, compared to travelling. It wasn’t any different than when they had to make camp for a few days, and yet it felt so much worse.
That was probably the second worst part — not being able to leave. The inn owner had ‘politely’ asked Time to not let anyone leave the room, so as to not spread the illness. It wasn’t unreasonable, and the owner had even brought them food and supplies, but the room was not big enough to support nine people at once.
The worst part, of course, was that Wild had gone from bad to worse while they stayed here. A doctor had been sent for, but the only thing they could offer had been advice for keeping the fever down. There hadn’t been some quick potion that Wild could drink where he’d be up to his usual antics by evening. Instead, he had to fight it off himself, and he was losing.
I can't believe it's been about a year since I started making artwork for the @lu-community-write-a-thon spreadsheets. I've had fun with it--I love working with everyone, and it's so satisfying to watch everything come together for each month's event <3
