#rowanverse

[echoing--stars]

I'm a little bit late with the tag game ask BUT

I saw "Bakery Dragon" and "Wars gets turned into a small noodle dragon" and I kinda need to know about those two to continue with my life, so.

Hi Rav! Never too late!

These two are actually kinda similar in that Link is the dragon in both XD

Bakery Dragon is based on the children's book by Devin Elle Kurtz! I remember seeing her illustration on tumblr years ago? Maybe before the book was published? I don't know, time and memory are weird. (She's @tamberella on tumblr though! Her art is awesome)

It's barely LoZ/LU, and mostly just an excuse to write Rowan with a cute little dragon helping him in the bakery. Since the baker in Bakery Dragon looks a bit like Rowan!

Here's a small snippet (under the read more, along with more about the noodle dragon one!):

When he turned back to the counters, he caught something in his peripheral vision. Something shiny that hadn’t been visible until the lamps brightened. Huddled beneath the chalkboard sign was a… dragon? Rowan blinked. Rubbed his eyes. Looked again. Yes, that was definitely a dragon. A very small dragon. A very small, very cold dragon, if its shivering was anything to go by. And the fact that the sidewalk in front of his bakery was prone to getting puddles. The sign might block the worst of the rain from landing on the poor thing, but the water was beginning to pool beneath the dragon.

As for "Wars gets turned into a small noodle dragon", that one has more substance! But no actual writing! It's all just an outline, as I discovered when I opened the doc to pick a snippet XD

In this one, Link is on a mission to pursue and defeat Cia. He gets separated from the other soldiers and at some point in the fight, she curses him and he turns into a small noodle dragon (think Dinraal but like. golden retriever size)

He's able to escape and finds Rowan. He's a cottage witch in this one. He can make potions and magic pastries and stuff, and the land surrounding his home is pretty magical and warded against evil. Link is suspicious at first and hides under the porch, though the area feels safe. He's eventually lured out with pastries and the call of a warm fire in the cottage.

The war with Cia and Ganon is at a bit of a standstill in the background, since the hero has gone missing. About a year passes, as Link tries to figure out how to turn back without putting himself and Rowan in danger, since he worries that if he leaves the safety of the wards, Cia will be able to find him.

Eventually, she does anyway, at around the same time the other LU Links arrive. Link sees them use the master sword to turn Twilight back from his wolf form. He tries and fails to steal the master sword. They Links end up visiting Rowan's cottage and Rowan realizes that dragon link seems fixated on the sword, and ends up following the Links after they leave to steal it. When he gets back to the cottage, Cia and her forces are attacking, trying to grab dragon Link.

I guess I'll leave the rest in case I ever write it! But hopefully that's all enough to satisfy your curiosity :D

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Gift art for @echoing--stars oc Rowan the sweet sweet boy cuz I adore him and every fic he is in so so much <3

Also featuring a teeny little Proxi munching on some apple and honey on the counter as his number 1 helper

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Flufftober Day 19: Keeping Someone Safe

This one is for @echoing--stars who lets me steal their oc blorbo Rowan so I can play with him like a Barbie doll. I've put him into the LU Pokemon AU, so here's a little piece featuring his partner Fidough and her one-sided rivalry with Time

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Bidoof circled Time’s legs before snorting and wandering away. "He's a bit of a grump," Rowan mumbled as they watched him go back to the bedroom. He gestured to the living room. "And over there is Fidough."

The tiniest Fidough he’d ever seen stared at him from her perch on the couch, having perked up from her nap upon hearing her name. He smiled, laughing at how quickly she went from looking vaguely disgruntled to extremely alert in less than a second. She yipped, launching off the couch and running directly at him, going so fast that she slammed into his shin. She bounced back, shaking her head before looking up at him and barking urgently.

"She's always been very insistent on being the center of attention," Warriors chuckled, kneeling down. He held out a hand and she immediately zipped to his side, drinking in the pets and attention he gave her.

"He's her favorite," Rowan whispered, as if it were a terrible secret. "She loves watching all those Elite Four battles that get televised. I think she thinks she’s battling too.”

Time laughed as she barked at him again. “She seems to think she’s tough enough for it.”

“Oh, she’s absolutely ferocious,” Warriors praised with a wink. “The toughest pokemon in the region.” She preened under his attention and praise, and Warriors cooed at her some more.

“Why don’t you come in?” Rowan offered, stepping into the rest of the apartment. “Didn’t mean to keep you cornered in the entryway. Want anything to drink?”

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Fidough loved the couch. It always had her favorite blanket tucked just the way she wanted it, creating the perfect nest for her nap. Rowan and Warriors had been out for the morning, which meant there was no one to disturb her while she relaxed.

The door clicked open, and the sound of footsteps on the stairs had her ear twitch, pulling her out of the depths of sleep. Not enough to truly wake her, but she could hear that her people were home. She rolled over, snuggling deeper into her blanket, not quite ready to get up yet.

Until she heard her name.

She groaned, letting out a yawn as she pushed herself up. Maybe they were talking about giving her a poképuff. Warriors always gave her one when he visited. She shook her head and glanced in the direction of the doorway, but what she saw snapped her awake instantly.

Rowan and Warriors were there, but a third man stood with him. A man she recognized all too well.

She yelped, launching herself off the couch. How dare he! After everything he’d done to Warriors and his team when they disappeared into the glowing box! How dare he show up in her house! She would protect Warriors!

Fidough rammed directly into his leg, tumbling back at the force that she hit him with. That should’ve hurt, but when she looked up at him, he was smiling, laughing even! The audacity! She barked, demanding him to leave, show some respect, watch out because if he dared step any further into her house she’d charge at him again. But he didn’t seem to care about her threats.

Warriors knelt down, holding his hand out to her and she immediately ran to his side. He was asking for her to protect him, she knew it. She planted herself between him and the man, glaring at him while Warriors showered her with praise and pets. She was so good at her job. Rowan said something to the man, and Fidough hoped he was telling him to leave, but to her horror, he stepped further into her house. She barked, trying to warn Rowan, but Warriors picked her up and followed them. She burrowed angrily into his arms. She’ll just have to keep an eye on him from now on.

[echoing--stars]

ok picture this: Wars is an absolute MENACE. He goes to bake and Rowan just so happens to check the expiration date on let's say his baking powder which may be 20 plus years old....

just pulling ideas outta thin air ya know not targeted at all

Totally not going out of order to post this one today while it's fresh nope not at all

This was supposed to be crack, but it's mostly just very sweet! It is also based on a true story of a beloved friend using baking powder that is older than they are. I will be kind and not call them out though XD

This one also got long. It's longer than some of my fics on ao3 I'm pretty sure! And I remembered to use a read more line break this time!

(If you read this and would like to request a supposedly short snippet, see this post!)

Link thought that Rowan would be proud of him. He’d read the recipe twice — twice! — before starting. He’d taken out all the ingredients and all the equipment he needed. He’d only had to dig for a few things, but he’d bought the chocolate and butter that he knew they were out of yesterday.  If he’d misread the recipe yesterday and thought he’d needed baking soda instead of baking powder, well, no one had to know except himself. They’d use the extra baking soda someday. He assumed. And he’d found some baking powder anyways so what did it matter? He cracked the eggs in a bowl and made sure no pieces of shells were left in them. He measured out the sugars and dumped them in the mixing bowl along with the sticks of butter (and yes, he had remembered to take them out of the fridge that morning) and added two teaspoons of vanilla.

Link put the eggs and the sugar canisters away and then wiped the sugar residue out of the measuring cups he’d used. Rowan had talked about the importance of cleaning as you go and keeping a tidy workspace, after all. Next was measuring the dry ingredients. He started with the smaller measurements, putting them in a small ramekin for now. If he put them on the bottom of the bigger bowl, they wouldn’t mix well.  Another thing that Rowan had taught him was how to properly measure flour for baking. If you couldn’t weigh it, then you should spoon it into the cup and then level it. But was it really that important? Link thought for a moment, then shook his head. This was a simple cookie recipe, it wasn’t that big of a deal. He dunked the measuring cup into the bag of flour and scooped some up. He smooshed it against the side of the bag to even out the flour and — Knock knock! Link dropped the measuring cup into the bag of flour and grabbed his phone. Had one of his roommates forgotten their keys? It was too early for Rowan to be here, he wasn’t supposed to be off work for another hour. There was another knock and Link wiped his hands on a paper towel before heading to the door. He unlocked it but left the chain on, opening it just enough to see who was on the other side. “Rowan?” His boyfriend smiled sheepishly, and Link shut the door to undo the chain before letting Rowan in. “There’s a peephole for a reason, you know.” “That’s less dramatic.” “Whatever you say, Link.” Rowan pulled him into a brief hug, and when they pulled away, Link pressed a kiss against his lips. Rowan smiled into the kiss, and Link laughed as they pulled apart again. He turned to head back into the kitchen. “Why are you here so early? I thought you were at work until seven.” “It was slow today, so I left early.” Rowan dropped onto one of the bar stools at the counter. “What are you making?” Link blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I wanted to make you cookies. I’m sure they won’t be anything fancy, not what you make, but—” “They’ll be perfect, Link.” Link’s cheeks heated even more, and he turned back to the bag of flour. Now was not the time to flirt. Not even if Rowan looked extra cute with his hair coming undone from the bun he normally kept it in and the soft sweater and… He shook his head. No time for distractions. Now that Rowan was watching, Link measured the flour right. He took the spoon he’d left out and scooped the flour into the cup and leveled it with a spatula. He dumped it into the mixing bowl and started on the next cup.

Rowan was fidgeting in his seat while Link worked. Link tried to ignore him, to concentrate on what he was doing. But it wasn’t exactly easy. He’d just dumped the second cup of flour into the bowl when Rowan stood and walked around to Link’s side of the counter. He stood behind Link and wrapped his arms around Link’s waist, leaning down until he could tuck his chin over Link’s shoulder. “Rowan, you’re going to distract me.” “But I missed you!” Link hummed and tilted his head to the side until their cheeks were touching. The position was a bit awkward, but Link wouldn’t trade it for the world. After a few moments, Link got back to work. He grabbed the whisk and stirred the flour briefly. Rowan’s arms tensed around him briefly, making Link pause. Rowan pressed against his back as he reached towards the canister of baking powder still on the counter. Link took a small step forward to make it easier for Rowan to reach it and grabbed the ramekin of salt and baking powder he’d measured out earlier.

“Why are you using baking powder?” Link paused and let his hand fall to the counter. “That’s what the recipe says?” “Where’s the recipe?” Link gestured to the bag of chocolate chips. “The one on the back.” Rowan stepped away from Link’s back and grabbed the bag. He scanned the recipe before looking back at Link. “It says soda, hon. Most recipes like this use baking soda.” Link grabbed the bag from Rowan’s hands and squinted at the label. Had he been correct yesterday after all? “I swear I read this like three times!” Rowan laughed — the audacity — and shook his head. “You guys have baking soda right?” “I bought some yesterday.” Rowan raised an eyebrow, but didn’t question him. Link dumped out the ramekin into the trash while Rowan grabbed the can of baking powder to put it away. “Link, where did you get this baking powder?” “Huh? I found it in the cupboard. Why?” “Link. Link, this is expired.” Link turned around. Rowan was holding the can upside down and frowning down at it. “Oh. Stuff is usually okay to use past the expiration date. And besides, Time used it a few months ago I’m pretty sure.” Not that the whatever he’d been attempting to make had turned out well. But Time had never been good in the kitchen, at least not without his girlfriend to supervise. Link couldn’t reasonably blame the baking powder for that. “No, Link.” Rowan shook his head. “This expired over 20 years ago.” “That’s not possible.” Rowan held out the can for Link to take. And just as he’d said, the date on the bottom read Nov 97. “What in the fuck?” Rowan burst into laughter. “You were a toddler when this was purchased!” Link dropped the can on the counter. “Stop laughing! It’s not my fault!” “Was it here when you moved?” “How am I supposed to know? I assumed Time or Twilight bought it.” “They’ve only lived here, what? A few years? Did one of them inherit this can from their parents?”  Link sunk to the floor, head in his hands. That only made Rowan laugh harder, until he was nearly wheezing. Link could feel how red he was, his cheeks flushed from the embarrassment. “Rowan, how I supposed to know?” Link flopped onto the floor, hands still on his cheeks. He was glad that he’d mopped earlier before this whole fiasco. “This can looks like it’s from the 90s, Link. It’s all yellow and faded.” “Maybe that’s just what baking powder looks like. You’re the baker here, not me.” Okay, now he knew he was just whining. It’s not like he’d already made the cookies. Rowan knelt down next to him, his laughter finally fading. His cheeks were as red as Link’s felt. “I know, and it was very sweet of you to try. Do you want to finish?”

[echoing--stars]

Hi Wormy, how are ya, and I have a bit of an angsty bit for ya.

What if Volga took Rowan prisoner to goard Link into an ambush

Youuuuuu giving me angsty ideas! But I guess because you asked nicely...

(If you read this and would like to request a short snippet, see this post!)

When Link got to the bakery, he didn’t immediately notice anything wrong. The backdoor was unlocked. Nothing was broken or out of place. There were dishes drying next to the synch and containers of ingredients on the clean counter ready to prepare tomorrow’s doughs. He could see some already on their first rise, and assumed that there could even be some already in the ice box. It was as if Rowan had merely stepped outside or upstairs to take a short break, and would return any moment. But when he called out Rowan’s name, there was no response. The front of the bakery was just as empty, the room dim as the sun was already going down for the evening. The display cases were empty, the linens that lined the baskets replaced with clean ones. Link took the stairs two at a time, sure he would find Rowan in their apartment. Perhaps taking a break to make a snack or check on some notes or paperwork in their shared office.  The apartment was dark and cold, no lanterns or fireplaces lit for the evening. It was as if Rowan hadn’t been up here since he went down to the bakery in the early hours of the morning. Link tried to tamp down the worry. Just because Rowan wasn’t in the bakery doesn’t mean something bad had happened. Maybe he stepped out to visit one of the neighbors. But he always locked the door in that case. Rowan never left the doors unlocked when no one was inside. It didn’t matter how safe their neighborhood was, it was a chance Rowan had never been willing to take. Which meant that the day Rowan had given him a key to the bakery and the apartment had been even more special. Link placed a hand over his chest, above where the key hung on a sturdy chain alongside his ring. It was a comforting weight against his chest no matter where he found himself. It was only when he came back in the kitchen that he saw it. A folded piece of parchment tucked under the canister of sugar. He hadn’t noticed it before, too hidden by the things on the counter to see until he got this close. Link reached for the note, eyebrows furrowed. Would Rowan have left a note like this? And why leave the door unlocked? But the writing on the parchment wasn’t Rowan’s neat script or even the messier scrawl he used when in a hurry. No, the words were bold and heavy, the letters pressed so hard into the parchment that it was a wonder it hadn’t ripped. And the message sent a jolt of horror through Link. If you ever want to see the red-head again, come to the abandoned fort west of Castle Town. Alone and unarmed. If you breathe a word to anyone, well, I can’t imagine a baker is as used to pain as a soldier like you. -V

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For the wip game: On your way home

On your way home, part 2! You get a snippet!

I don't have much written for this one and it cuts off in the middle of a sentence, but I think it's off to a fun start!

Link tapped his fingers on his arm as he waited for the elevator. He had enjoyed brunch with Zelda, but now that he’d left her in her apartment to continue her wallowing, he wasn’t sure what to do with the rest of his day. He loved Zelda but there was only so much he could take of her indecisiveness on whether she liked her upstairs neighbor in a romantic sense or just wanted to be friends. He’d told her many times that either way, she needed to start by introducing herself, but Zelda had acted like he’d suggested she change her name and move to Hytopia if her expression was anything to go by.  The elevator doors finally opened and he stepped through, careful to avoid the gap that always seemed a bit too large. There was someone else in there, and that was a surprise in itself. He didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone else in Zelda’s building in the many times he’d visited. He looked up just enough to nod at the man, but found himself frozen. He was gorgeous. Not in a body builder-movie star-super model way. No, just in every way that Link had always dreamed about. Shiny red hair, curls pulled back into a messy bun. So many freckles splashed across his face that you could barely see the pale skin between them. A crooked smile that widened when their eyes met. He was dressed for the autumn weather in a dark green cable knit sweater with a jacket hanging over one arm. “Oh, hello! I didn’t expect to meet anyone here.” Link cringed. What an awkward way to greet someone. The man raised an eyebrow. “At…” he paused, checking his watch for the time. “Two in the afternoon?” Link shrugged. “I’ve come here to visit my friend so many times and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone else in the building.” Okay, maybe he normally hung around until late at night, after any sane person had gone to bed. But it’s not like he arrived in the middle of the night! “Hmm, I guess I haven’t been here enough to know that.” “Just moved in?" The man shook his head. “Just dropping off something for a friend. I thought some pastries might...

(And yes, Zelda is crushing on Rowan's friend XD )