#rewilding au

[freeusemuses]

Make her scre-am~

A rewilding starter

"Good girl~" Morticia practically purred as her daughter had satisfied another customer. Before turning to address the crowd that had formed around the post Morticia had tied Wednesday to I'm downtown New Vale. "Now my dears, it is 10 lien per hole. An extra 10 to finish inside of her. And above all else, please enjoy yourselves~"

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Fraggle Rock Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Boober Fraggle/Sidebottom Fraggle/Mokey Fraggle/Red Fraggle Characters: Red Fraggle, Boober Fraggle, Wembley Fraggle, Gobo Fraggle, Mokey Fraggle, Sidebottom (Fraggle Rock) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Rated t for minor gore Summary:

Boober Fraggle is a normal human person, living a normal human life. Sure he has weird medical issues and a strange wolflike apparition in his dreams, and sure his parents died in a mysterious accident, but he is perfectly normal.

Red Fraggle knows theres a werewolf in town. One who hasn't transformed in years. And she's going to find them and rescue them from whatever has trapped them in their human form.

[gust-jar-simulator]

I need to exorcise some thoughts from my head, so! These are thoughts pertaining to my personal take on BOTW Link, listed under the AU (and eventual fic) Rewilding. I can and will write the general more closely canon Wild, but this alternate is my boy and I cherish him.

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He was raised to be a weapon.

It doesn’t matter where he came from, who he was born to, what they wanted for him- knight’s blood will out in a knight’s bones. Where village mothers looked at their daughters and called them future heartbreakers, where hunters looked at their puppies and saw them already grown with ducks in their jaws, Link was pudgy hands and wide eyes and perfect for molding around the grip of a sword.

He could kill a man at an age when most children were learning how to card wool.

He didn’t have much of a childhood, and doesn’t remember the people who tried to give him one.

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The Master Sword didn’t kill him because she couldn’t.

He wasn’t stronger, smarter, better, or more qualified. He was a child, and his name was Link, and he didn’t know what death was yet.

She knew. She knew in a way she couldn’t convey, the intimacy of shoving a pillow over a god’s face for millennia until he finally stopped twitching. She knew there were multiple ways to die- seven years caught out of time, timelines fracturing into what-ifs. It was children. It was always, always children, and they were always ready to die because they didn’t know what it meant. They were ready to kill, because surely a man wasn’t much different from a rabbit caught for dinner.

Children were always ready.

Fi, ancient, breathing reedy breaths of starfire divinity… was not.

She was so, so sorry. But sometimes the only way to protect the ones you love is to let them walk their road.

The guards found Link at the outskirts of child-eating woods with Hylia’s own execution blade, and called him a hero.

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It genuinely didn’t matter how the princess treated him. It didn’t… fully register. Not a lot registered in the way others expected, but that makes sense when you’re a weapon and not a person. People think, feel, flinch.

Swords move to draw blood, and stay sheathed when there is none. It simplifies things.

Other people saw it too, when they looked at him. Swords stitched into his formalwear, small functional studs in his ears bearing the Triforce like a maker’s mark. He was forged by the order of the royal family, all silk and starmetal steel. Food, sleep, breath, blood- were they really his? Did he need those things? Theoretically. There might be a way to do without, but time spent researching elixirs was time spent away from his orders, and that could not happen.

It was… hard to remember who made a fuss about his elixirs. Surely nobody cared about a few lynels, but… sandalwood. Feather oil. Brimstone. Salt and scales. Somebody made a fuss when he sat at the edge of camp, still like the suits of armor in the castle halls, nothing but a sword on the wall in waiting.

He wasn’t a person, and it was hard to remember the people who treated him like one. That’s why he couldn’t forget Zelda. For one, she was his purpose. For two, she was loud, but she didn’t treat him like a person. He was her obstacle, her opponent, her inconvenience, in whatever way she chose to frame it. His orders came from higher up, but her dodging… he’d been good at everything in his life, she was right. He was a sword forged, he couldn’t be anything less. But he couldn’t explain that, because it wasn’t his job to explain it. His mouth wouldn’t, couldn’t move to answer. He was a tool, not a teacher.

But she was his obstacle, his challenge, and this was a fight more complicated than starmetal and fangs. This was a person, difficult and irrational and inescapable, tied to him tighter than any betrothal. Until prophesied apocalypse do they part.

His mouth wouldn’t move, and for once in his life it burned.

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You see a lot, when you don’t speak. Not that Link made a habit of listening, but there wasn’t much else to do. A sword is responsive, attentive to the need to strike.

As it happens, you suddenly want to say a lot, when your vision is fading black.

He choked on words and blood, and something finally broke through the starmetal steel around his mind. Link understood what it meant to kill, because he understood what dying was, and he did not want to do it. Nobody gets a choice in these things, of course. Certainly not weapons.

The Master Sword scraped together what little starry breath she had, and screamed.

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Link scrambled up the steps of the research facility with an armful of bits, bolts, and wild half-signed stories muffled by the Guardian parts falling out of his arms, with eyes as blue as the ancient Sheikah forge.

He’d fallen in love with the world in a dozen little ways- apples at the mountain shrines, pictures of things trying to kill him, laughter on the roof. It didn’t matter if he sat a little too still, if he didn’t blink as much as he should. He’d picked up a wolf somewhere that seemed willing to mother him on behalf of all of Hyrule, and that would have to be enough.

The thing about Sheikah tech that Robbie knew and most people didn’t, though, was that Ancient Weapons weren’t designed in a vacuum. The prototype had always been the blue starmetal steel of Hylia’s own blade, mimicked and refined and mass produced for a war on epic scale. It was imperfect, of course. Nothing could perfectly replicate divinity, but what was science if not the attempt at it anyway?

Link’s eyes flashed starmetal blue in the dark, like deep water underlit by chemical fire, and Robbie tried not to think about what happened when men tried creating their own gods.

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Open Starter: Cow's for Sale

A Rewilding Starter

Faunus muses only

"Think we'll get a good master?" Yang asked as Pyrrha began playing with her huge tits. It was an attempt by the redhead to further entice the crowd within the White Fang auction house to purchase the two as a pair.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, and that beautiful technicolor rainbow in between." The auctioneer addressed the crowd that had gathered in the auction house. "It appears that these two wish to be sold as a pair. Therefore, the price has gone up. The starting bid, is now 500,000 lien."

[freeusemuses]

Lucinda Vox finds herself at the mercy of the Fang during the Fall, and unfortunately for her, the Fang don’t seem too keen on being merciful~

A hulking beast of a panther Faunus had a savage grin on his face, as he railed mercilessly into the sexy semi-goth human bitch. Holding tight to what was left of her clothing for better leverage. "Fuck~ This has been a long time coming!~"

[freeusemuses]

Open starter: A sensual Schnee

A Rewilding starter

Willow didn't care about the risks involved in coming to New Vale. But at the end of the day, she was the one who ran the SDC. And she was going to have some fun, damnit!

So there the MILF was. In the middle of New Vale. Ready for who or whatever wanted to get their hands on her first.

[freeusemuses]

Seems like Blake has a lot to make up for after abandoning the Fang, and the Fang footsoldier who found her is going to make sure she pays for every last bit of it

How much time had passed? Hours? Days? Blake couldn't tell. She couldn't do much of anything in her current state, other than mewl and moan as she hung uselessly in the iron grip of this White Fang foot soldier. Her entire body shaking and jerking with every powerful thrust.

[freeusemuses]

Open starter: Spider-Stream

Rewilding starter

Faunus muses only

"That's right, a human woman is and had been Vale's friendly neighborhood Ghost-Spider." Gwen grinned at her phone as she unmasked herself while stretching rather provocatively. "TL;DR. Radioactive spider bite, got powers, decided to become a hero. But that's not why I'm here right now..."

"The real reason I'm doing this, I'd because I'm hidden away somewhere in the city~ And the first person who finds me, gets to do anything they want to me right here on stream~"

And yet, Gwen had already sent her location to one person in particular.