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[julies08]

Thinking of Legend and Fable again and just... the chaos those two can be in so may I request a ficlet of telepathy?

When the group had wandered through the gate, they were prepared to enter another Hyrule of inconsequence to history, but instead, one of their own had recognized the terrain. Legend of all people knew this land and this era, and had guided his fellow heroes to the castle to meet up with his Zelda.

It was a calculated risk, he knew, but he had to check on her after all this time. He just wouldn’t admit much else to it. Besides, after her last letter, he’d wanted to check in.

“This is stupid,” he snapped, waving a hand at her. “Why would you even agree to this, anyway?”

“Unlike you, I don’t have the luxury to travel the world and do as I please,” Zelda grumbled, crossing her arms. “Link, I have a responsibility, and part of it is to carry on the family lineage.”

Link sighed heavily. “Well, I… I can be there. I will be there. But... I still need to figure out where the danger is, that gate is there for a reason, it’s likely the shadow is somewhere around our lands…”

“You can be with me in spirit, there are more important matters than this tedious affair. Do your sacred duty as I will do mine,” Zelda advised, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Protect Hyrule, Link. And please, be safe.”

Legend nodded before leaning in to give her a quick hug. The two separated, and Legend departed to find the others so they could start hunting for the dark blooded beasts.

X

Twilight had to admit, he never grew accustomed to the ornateness of palaces. It probably didn't help that the majority of his time spent in Hyrule Castle was during an active invasion, and therefore the true austerity of the architecture and aesthetic had never entirely been particularly noticeable.

It was surprising to find such a place in a land where Hyrule had been fairly ravaged by war and ruin. Although Legend's Hyrule was not in as bad shape as the traveler's, or perhaps even his wild friend's, it had still seen better days.

Nevertheless, nothing in the castle had prepared him for when his eyes skimmed over a hallway of paintings and settled on a large one depicting the royal family. The king, the queen, Zelda from this land, and...

And Legend?!

Twilight stared at the painting, pivoting so that he was facing it fully. So was this like a congratulatory painting for saving the kingdom so much? That's what this was, right?

Warriors sidled up beside him. "What are you loo--"

The captain grew silent immediately, eyes fixed on the art. Then he barked out a loud laugh. "Oh my goddesses, so this is why he said don't come down this way."

Twilight turned to Warriors. "Wait, what?"

"I think you were too busy going into sensory overload, but Vet was telling us where we could and couldn't go in the palace," Warriors explained.

"So naturally we immediately went here!" Wind added from behind the captain. Then he looked between the two. "So what are we looking at?"

"Our veteran hero is in a painting of the royal family," Warriors snickered.

"Oh. So is he engaged to his Zelda?" Sky asked, coming up to Twilight's other side.

Twilight's face scrunched a little. This was... they needed to figure this out. The last thing they needed to do was assume one relationship when it was the other.

"I think it's just because he saved Hyrule," the traveler commented as he peered over Sky's shoulder.

"Fifty rupees says he's engaged to her," Warriors said with a cheeky grin.

"Maybe he got lost in the castle while they were painting and they just put him in it because he was there," Wind pointed out with a laugh.

"Oh please, Vet never gets lost, he's got eighty thousand maps in his bag at all times," Wild tossed back.

"What if he's part of the family?" Four questioned. "Like, he's blood related?"

Everyone blinked and looked at the smithy, who shrugged under the scrutiny.

Twilight glanced at Sky. Wouldn't that make him...? Well. He wasn't sure. They were still trying to figure out where everyone fit in the timeline.

But it would certainly explain Legend's attitude. Though honestly, if anyone in their group was going to be a haughty noble, it would be the captain.

"I'm pretty sure our veteran said you weren't supposed to be here."

Everyone whirled to see Time standing behind them, arms crossed. The younger ones bowed their heads, sufficiently schooled, when Wild snapped his gaze back up. "Wait a second, that means you're not allowed here either!"

Warriors put a hand on his hip, raising an eyebrow at their leader. "He's not wrong, you know."

"I'm allowed everywhere," Time replied lightly.

"Uh huh," Warriors shot back. "Sure you are."

"Okay, but do you know if Vet is related to the family or engaged?" Twilight burst out. "'Cause we gotta figure this out."

Time smiled. Twilight inhaled sharply in suspense. Their leader knew.

And he wasn't going to say anything.

Everyone groaned in unison.

“What are you guys doing here?”

The group turned to see Legend, hands on his hips and cheeks flushed in annoyance. “I specifically said don’t enter this area!”

“Okay, but this painting—”

“Let’s go, we need to find where those beasts could have gone.”

Twilight glanced back at the painting one more time as Warriors chuckled heartily, and the group departed the castle.

As they entered the city itself, Legend paused, glancing back at the castle a moment before sighing and rolling his eyes a little. Sky and Twilight exchanged looks, both raising eyebrows but not commenting.

The rest of the trek seemed normal as everyone got distracted by all the sights in Castle Town. Twilight noticed a stray puppy and excitedly sought it out, attracting Legend’s attention and causing the veteran to follow him.

“For heaven’s sake, Rancher,” Legend said, exasperated. “We need to be—”

The veteran stopped abruptly, before grumbling, “I do not look cute, dang it!”

Twilight blinked, bemused, holding the puppy as it wagged its tail happily. “Uh… what?”

Legend stared seemingly through the cobblestone, brow furrowed in annoyance, but Twilight’s words snapped him back to reality, and he blinked. “Uh. I—I mean, we need to keep going.”

“Right,” Twilight agreed hesitantly, following the veteran out of the alley, pup in his arms.

“We can’t bring it with us,” Legend huffed, gesturing to the little adorable creature. Then he stiffened. “Why on Farore’s earth would you go for that?”

Twilight stopped, affronted. “He’s just a little guy, vet, take it easy! What you got against puppies?”

“Wha—no, not—the puppy’s fine, I just—” Legend groaned, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut.

Twilight tilted his head to the side. “Vet, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” his friend huffed, storming ahead.

…Well, that was weird.

X

Legend already hated that his half-sister was enduring an afternoon of meeting potential suitors, finding the best man to marry as was her royal duty as heir, but juggling staying calm while also trying to ignore her running commentary in front of everyone else was proving to be difficult.

Ew, okay, this guy has a double chin, definite no, he heard Fable whisper in his mind.

“This is an abuse of power, I hope you know that,” he hissed.

Only because you’re still learning how to communicate silently. I can’t help that you’re babbling in front of your friends like a lunatic.

“You’re zoning out in front of your bachelors,” he retorted.

“Uh… what bachelors, buddy?” Sky asked, sounding completely baffled.

“Nothing!” Legend immediately squeaked, shaking his hands. “Stop hearing things, Sky!”

You wanted to be here for me anyway. I’m including you. Oh! Oh, Link, this one is CUTE!

Legend scowled. “Looks aren’t everything.”

I am aware, thank you very much. Oh my goooosh, his accent is so dreamy!! I might actually—WAIT, does he have SIDEBURNS? UGH NO, HIS HAIR HID THAT. ICK.

Legend pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew he could mentally block her off, but he wasn’t quite ready yet—

“Hey, Vet, I think we might’ve gotten a lead,” Four noted as he approached.

HA oh my gosh wait, this guy is going to read me poetry, I don’t know if I should be touched or embarrassed for him.

“Zelda, I have to go,” Legend whispered, blocking her out entirely before she had a chance to reply. He had to focus.

The monster encampment was disturbingly close to Castle Town. Legend didn’t bother alerting the knights of Hyrule, knowing how useless they were in his own era. He and his friends would be enough.

And they were. Although the group was a little banged up at the end of the fight, they were all fine, and the beasts were gone. There had been no sign of the Shadow, though, which made Legend nervous. Sighing, he finally relaxed his magic entirely, letting his sister’s thoughts flood back to him as she pleased.

She was silent.

He supposed they had fought long enough that the event was over. Fable didn’t really utilize their telepathy on a regular basis, and he had told her he had to go. He’d just check on her at the castle.

But when they returned to the castle and he sought her out, he was advised that she wasn’t there.

The group lounged around in the large quarters provided to them, sprawled on the floor or across furniture, and Legend paced worriedly. He wandered far enough from the others to call out to her quietly. “Zelda? Where are you? Did the bachelors make you flee the city?”

He waited a moment. Frowned. Tried again.

Silence.

“I’m looking for her,” he immediately said, marching towards the exit.

“Why?” Wind asked, looking at him upside down from where he was lay halfway off the chaise lounge and halfway on the floor. “We just got back.”

“Is something wrong?” Warriors asked from where he sat, eyes intense as he watched Legend.

“I don’t know,” the veteran replied honestly. “And I—”

Link.

He froze. She sounded so distant.

Link… the moat… smells disgusting on the south side.

He knew that tone, that sarcasm. After being through as many situations as Fable had, she tried to downplay when there was an issue, coating it in nonchalance and humor, just as Legend clothed himself in a tough exterior. Something was definitely wrong, but she was telling him where she was.

He didn’t bother explaining anything to the others, rushing out of the room. He heard his brothers-in-arms scrambling to keep up with him, and his mind whirled with a million different possibilities as he ran ahead.

What if she was captured by the Shadow, what if she was dying—

“Zelda, what’s going on?” he panted, running ever faster as progressively more horrifying scenarios played in his mind.

He got no response, and it made his heart hammer against his ribs. He burst through the door leading outside, hearing the tapping of boots and clanking of armor and chainmail as the others started to catch up. He traced the perimeter of the moat until he hit the southern facing end of the castle, and—

Fable was there, bleeding from a cut on her temple, looking exhausted on the ground beside a fallen beast.

“Zelda!” he gasped, falling to his knees at her side, looking her over. “What happened, are you okay, what’s wrong—”

“I’m fine,” she assured him with a tired smile. “I took it out myself, see? I don’t always need rescuing.”

“Did you seriously seek out a beast to fight it yourself?!” Legend snapped. “You can’t do that, Zelda, you’re not equipped for such fights for Nayru’s sake—”

“I didn’t seek out a beast,” Fable argued with a huff. “I was worried about you!”

“I can handle myself!”

“These beasts are different, you said as much!”

“I am literally traveling with eight other heroes!”

Fable sighed, deflating a little. “I couldn’t reach you. I know you had said you needed to focus, I just… wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Well, that was stupid,” Legend advised irritably, grabbing a handkerchief and holding pressure against her temple.

Fable’s gaze drifted to the ground. The Hero of Legend began to feel guilty more than upset and worried, and he softened his tone, about to speak, when the queen shoved him off her.

“Well, you’re stupid,” she said, rising. “Always rushing off on the next adventure, coming back more broken and hurt! I can help too, you know!”

“Zelda—”

“You think there aren’t times that I wish the roles were reversed, that you were the one surrounded by guards—”

“Incompetent ones,” Legend grumbled.

“And I was the one who could fight, who knew how to use a dozen weapons and had the experience to back it up, I was the one who could do the rescuing. And you had to be stuck dealing with bachelorettes fawning over you and people from other countries trying to curry your favor, while I got to explore the country I love so much!”

“You really wish you were the bastard in this family?” Legend growled.

Fable didn’t back down from his low tone. “Yes! If it meant I didn’t have to deal with such a grouch who might as well have a minstrel playing a lament with his every step, then yes, let you be the king and I’ll be the Hero. The only thing I don’t envy of you is your magical items simply because I don’t need them! My magic far surpasses yours. Though I suppose some of them would be entertaining, and honestly a power boost from your rings would be interesting—”

“A minstrel playing a lament?” Legend repeated, offended.

“O woe is the Hero of Legend,” Fable cried out, hand pressed to her forehead dramatically. “Forsooth, we verily doth not know of his pains! O how the mighty Hero’s shoulders doth shudder at the weight of the land he loves so dearly, how the souls of his land torment his wondrous mind!”

“O how he doth endure the insurmountable pains of listening to his queen’s barbs!” Legend fired back, cheeks flushing. “O how she doth wail like a babe when he tells her to stop being stupid!”

As the two continued to bicker and trade increasingly dramatic insults, the heroes simply stood in the distance, staring in bewilderment. Twilight glanced at Warriors. “Definitely siblings.”

[julies08]

If you're still taking prompts- Legend and the Book of Mudora?

This time, the Shadow came right after the vet. Legend dodged, seeing the charge and smirked, ready to get payback for last time they met. Sky readied the Master Sword, aiming it skyward until it lit up with an ethereal glow. The Shadow swung heavily and he ducked before managing a slash on its side. It cried out and then dodged a burst of fire and ice, Legend double wielding his rods with a confident grin.

The vet traded blows and it was almost like a dance. He froze the monster and then unleashed his fury, memories of a bedridden Twilight in his mind.

“SAILOR!” Somebody shouted frantically.

Legend looked over, swallowing panic and trying to see if the others were going to be able to help. In his moment of distraction, the Shadow struck, and pain seared through his chest. A scaly foot pinned him down and the veteran thought he was about to be stabbed but instead, the monster grabbed his bag. “Hey,” He choked out. “A little help here would be nice!”

There were so many items in there—dangerous items—and if they got in the wrong hands…

The Shadow brought out the Book of Mudora, and then grabbed the vet’s neck, claws piercing skin. An arrow then flew into the monster’s head and then another followed. Twilight came over and soon Legend was released, coughing up dirt and something else. The pain was hard to ignore, almost overtaking his panic. As he tried his best to stay awake, he wondered what on earth needed to be translated for their enemy. He wondered if the monster had taken the whole bag.

The captain was at his side and asking him, “Vet, are you there?”

”M’here. The sailor?” Legend slurred, remembering why the Shadow had gotten the hit on him.

“A fairy healed him right up. We’ve got another one but we’re not sure if it’ll be like the rancher’s case,” Wars answered and put pressure on the wound, causing agony to ripple through him.

He bit his lip and tried not to show it. “My…bag?”

“You don’t have it?”

“It took th’ Book…of…”

“Of what, veteran? Stay awake. The traveller’s on his way.”

“Your hair’s all messed up, pretty boy,” Legend felt something metallic on his tongue. “Are you…okay?”

“Veteran, what did the Shadow get?”

Legend felt his eyes slip closed and a yell of his name before everything went dark.

[julies08]

Legend has a shitty risky idea.

I was not sure I could finish this one before I go to visit my family for summer, so I decided to draw it entirely in traditional (I just cheated for the level of the water I didn't like at the end) and it was actually very gratifying. I think I didn't write in print letter since my first year of school.

I swear there will be a happy ending, just now I'm so tired I can't see the export button on Krita.

Edit: now with the said ending: part 2

[julies08]

Opera house au thoughts plsssssssssssssss

Oh boy, I keep forgetting what I have shared and what I haven't! So apologies if this is redundant or repeats things I've stated before!

Warriors is not a social media kinda guy. he hams it up for the camera when it comes to work, but his private life is just that- private. The only social media he has is set so that only his family and close friends can see it (although he does have professional accounts as well, since all actors need to), and he's completely different irl than he is in front of a camera

Time's influence on Legend is subtle, but it's there. Only Twi and and Time know, but Legend is actually in a garage band on the side with his buddies Ballad and Myth (there was a weird naming trend a couple decades ago). Time is exceedingly proud but refuses to let it on to anyone except Twi, who just thinks it's funny that he'd bother

Dusk probably will end up having to face off against her parents eventually, but I think Twilight by that point is just barely holding himself back from going off at them, at least until she gets her chance, because he has words on Legend and his lost twin (Fable) Raven, and Dusk's behalves, but believes Dusk should get first dibs (she's too polite for her own good though and tries to keep it civil, so he does most of the yelling in the end)

Wars lives in a less than ideal part of town, which unfortunately means that if shit is going down and someone needs help, they usually end up crashing at his place. legend has ended up there a few times after going out with Lullaby/Sheik, and while Wars has questions, he never asks. He's the guy who always has an open door and a couch you can crash on, as long as you mind your own business in his home and respect his cousins

Fable and Wild have mutual crushes on each other but have no idea the other likes them, as Fable thinks Wild is sweet on Flora and Wild thinks she might have a thing for Legend or something

Legend reminds Fable of her dad for reasons she can't really name, it bugs her a lot, especially when she could swear she hears him humming songs Raven wrote, only when she listens really close, he's already stopped and there's no way of knowing

Hyrule's pretty good at memorizing stuff, and eventually, he and Legend start learning whole plays together, reciting them back and forth while doing prop prep and such. Sometimes someone will come to them and ask them to run a scene with them, and the two will play every part except the asker's in order to help them prep. This is what convinces everyone they need to get Hyrule on stage.

Legend's got something of a reputation in the acting community, albeit a weird one. Fans of the opera know him by face and sometimes by voice, but his name is unknown. There are theory boards. Hyrule accidentally joined one and spends a lot of time wondering what would happen if he told the others there the truth about their idol, or really anything about him. they don't even know if he's a guy or a girl, and when Hyrule posts anything about his time at the Opera, it tends to make them go crazy (he gets a kick out of messing with them)

Never carpool with Twilight, you think you're getting the sweet country boy, but it turns out he drives Time to work when Malon can't, and that man is scary. It's not worth it, walking is better. (Nevermind that Twi drives like a redneck)

Sun, Sky, Twilight and Legend go out for "family dinners" to a 50s style diner on the edge of town. it showed up in Mother's Day, and also in A Chance to Hold You Again, but I want to confirm that that is Their Spot. Dusk has no clue how much it matters to them, or the significance of Legend asking her to go there with him. He knows this and it's the only reason he had the guts to do it.

First sometimes flies in to check on the Opera, usually once a year, and sometimes Hylia tags along. The kids love them. They are the only people, everyone is convinced, who Time is afraid of. Everyone swears Time freezes on the spot if First is talking to him, and they're not sure if it's hero worship or something else (First doesn't like him, he won't explain why, not even to Hylia)

Hylia likes to play doting rich lady. Think Madame from the Aristocats; she's utterly adoring to all the kids and has a fondness for all the ladies as well. Sky and Time both don't like her, mostly because of the wealth flaunting/power plays they think she's employing.

Twilight spends his days off volunteering at an animal shelter that specializes in cats. If one of the strays/Impa's cats from around his apartment is having issues/has kittens, that's where he takes them.

Four is severely allergic to cats and as such refuses to let Twilight into the sound booth ever, because it doesn't matter how much that man showers, he's always got cat hair on him and Four refuses to deal with a sneezing fit while running sound/lights

That's all I got for now, sorry!

[julies08]

Hi this is the anon who asked if I could write a continuation to your Legend overworks himself fic, here it is:

"Legend, did you want to-" Time cut himself off mid sentence.

Legend was out cold already, eyes firmly shut and head resting against the car window. That must have been some kind of record, to pass out so soon. It also spoke to the level of exhaustion his coworker was somehow functioning at. Well, barely functioning still counts as functioning, right?

Time huffed with a small smile, turning his attention back to getting out of his parking spot. No sense talking to an unconscious man, especially when this rest was desperately needed.

He resisted the urge to turn on the radio or play his favourite cd. As much as his 'old man cds' (as Wind liked to call them) helped settle Time's brain after a shift, the man in the passenger seat needed every second of sleep he could scavenge from the unforgiving life they lived.

Call it overkill, but Time even decided the deviate from his usual route home to avoid any major bumps and potholes in the road. Sure, it took longer, but in Time's opinion? Worth it.

He remembered how the nurse was borderline delirious  when he'd come to collect him. He remembered the quiet anger in Wars' voice when he explained the situation to Time. He remembered Legend's addiction to caffeine and how the small man's guardian angel must work overtime to keep his heart from failing under the strain of caring for countless lives.

So it's the least Time can do to make sure his colleague's rest is as peaceful as possible.

However, one small problem lingered in Time's head as the ranch drew ever closer... how was he going to get Legend inside? The man was like a grumpy cat, and almost certainly would NOT tolerate being carried inside like a sickly victorian maiden. But also would probably fall flat on his face if he tried getting inside by his own power.

Ah, whatever. They're here now.

Time parked the car and got out, ensuring he didn't shut the door too loudly. He walked around to the passenger door and chuckled a little when he spotted the cloud of condensation Legend's breath had made on the window. The man's eyes remained firmly shut, his head at an uncomfortable looking angle with his forehead pressed against glass.

In his years of training critical thinking and decision making, Time had never felt more conflicted. That's a lie, but you gotta appreciate the humour of a tired man.

Time sighed. Then he opened the door and caught the sleeping nurse's forehead before it smacked into his shoulder, settling his head to rest back. Now the painful part.

Time crouched slightly and lightly tapped Legend's face, waiting until Legend's eyelids flicked and he let out a low groan.

"Link. We're at the ranch, I'm going to carry you inside. Is that okay?" Time kept his voice quiet and didn't touch Legend until he gave some kind of response.

The response came in the form of another low grumble, this time vaguely affirmative, and Legend's eyelids stilling. His head lolled limply to the side. It was better than nothing, and Time took it as his cue to unbuckle him and slowly slide an arm under Legend's knees and another around his waist. Then he hefted the man up as smoothly as he could, until Legend's head rested comfortably against his shoulder and Time was certain he was asleep again.

Hylia, what was Time going to do with these boys? He shook his head with a soft sigh. Making sure he had Legend securely in his arms(and internally worrying about how light the man was), Time shut the door and locked the car using his arm to support Legend's legs while his hand did the work.

Getting into the house wasn't an issue, because Twilight had seen them through a window and opened the door for the pair.

"Oh crap, what happened to him!?" Twilight asked in a hushed panic.

"Eleven. Fucking. Shifts. In a row." Time gritted his teeth at the memory, righteous anger flooding his mind. Warriors had been right; it WASN'T right. Or fair. Legend, the cactus he was, was left so exhausted he had to be carried  inside.

"I- eleven???" Twilight's eyes shifted between Time and Legend, growing in horror as Time's grave face and Legend's eyebags that looked almost painted on solidified the truth.

"Eleven." Time sighed. He shook his head and looked Twilight in the eyes.

"Crap... is there anything I can do to help?" Twilight murmured, the heartbreak audible in his tone.

"Can you prepare the spare room for him and help me change him into something more comfortable?"

Twilight was out of the room before Time even finished talking. Truthfully, the only thing Time wanted to do was take a long shower, eat reheated leftovers, and pass out. But what happens happens, he doesn't know how or why, but at some point he'd started seeing the boys in a more... fatherly way?

Nonsense. They're just coworkers that the old veteran cared too much about. Time hid his sigh with a chuckle and adjusted his grip on the still unconscious Legend. Though, what would Malon say if she saw this? Probably give him eyes  and coo about how good of a dad he'd make someday.

Well, at least he'll be practiced if that day comes. When that day comes.

Ah, he's caught in his own thoughts again. Twilight's probably done by now; the man was always a quick worker, and the guest room was never left untidy persay. Time should go check on him, so that's what he does.

And nearly bumps into the man in question in the corridor.

And laughs about it so hard it nearly wakes Legend, but doesn't.

But once the giggles subside, Time brings their sleepy nurse to his spare room, where he and Twilight hastily work to get him out of scrubs that smell of disinfectant, despair, and dried blood. They dress him in soft, slightly worn clothes that are clearly Twilight's but sue him; Twilight knew he had a knack for buying the softest clothes. Wild may tease him, but everyone had seen the gremlin steal Twilight's sweaters.

Yet despite being jostled and propped up at several points, Legend remained limp, face slack, limbs floppy. If not for his soft snoring, Time would assume he died.

Hylia, this really  couldn't happen again. Everybody knew Legend for his thorns keeping everyone beyond arms length, insults rolling off his tongue in place of admitting he cared. He'd work himself into ashes before asking for help; hell, he'd drag himself from beyond the grave if any of the Links needed his help.

But now.

Now he's no more than a hollow puppet, his strings cut and stuffing robbed by an insatiable need to help others that the damn hospital exploited. It took and took and took until an intervention stopped it. Though it couldn't stop the silent horror bubbling in Time's chest, nor the heartbreak wracking it.

If not for the fact Legend was his coworker, Time could easily mistake him for Twilight's patient as the man carefully tucked him into bed. Long awaited sleep washed his face clear of the stress weighing it down, leaving Legend looking so... young. Vulnerable. Someone to be protected, rather than a person someone had failed to protect.

The sentiment was something Twilight seemed to share, judging by the tender, bittersweet smile he gave Legend while he softly brushed hair from his face.

"We should leave water and something to eat, for when 'e wakes up." Twilight stood up straight and looked to Time. "I'll, um, go do that. 'm sure you wanna jus' have somethin' to eat and go to bed yrself."

Time patted Twilight on the shoulder with a weary smile. "You are... very correct. Thank you, Twilight, I appreciate it."

Twilight left the room with nothing but a passing smile to Time, leaving the man standing alone beside the bed. He looked to see Legend, cocooned in softness, at peace at last. His eyebags may still be an eyesore, but the peaceful sight of his slumber was anything but.

Before he left, Time texted Warriors an update and spared but a simple goodbye to him.

"Rest well, you idiot."

I'm just an amateur writer but uh I hope you like it :]

Awww my goodness this is fantastic! You’re a wonderful writer, I enjoyed this so much 😍😍

Poor Legend is STRUGGLIJG awww honestly so relatable lol, bless Twi and Time ❤️

Thank you so much for writing and sharing!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[julies08]

Knight and Prince

Fandom: Legend of Zelda, Linked Universe

Summary: Warriors takes a blow meant for Legend.

Word Count: 2551

Tags: protective Warriors, hurt Warriors, angsty Legend, siblings Fable and Legend

WARNINGS: blood, injury care

Written for @legendoflinkficfight Thanks to @cinis0, @A-walnut, and @not-freyja for the prompts!

<fic start>

It’s a cold day when the Chain says goodbye to Fable and Hyrule Castle. Warriors wraps his scarf tighter around his neck, then dips his face to hide a smile in the fabric when Fable bodyslams Legend with a hug.

“Zelda,” Legend complains, but she just laughs, and Warriors swears she hugs him tighter.

“I’ll miss you, Linky,” she whispers. The captain stiffens and turns away. He’s close enough to them that he caught the words, but they aren’t for him. “Don’t take so long coming home next time, okay?”

“I won’t, I won’t,” Legend grouses. His words are loud enough for Warriors to hear easily, and he glances back in time to see the vet finish prying his sister’s arms away. “Don’t you have to be all royal?”

“And not get a hug from my baby brother?” she teases. “Royal decorum can wait.”

“We’re twins,” Legend says flatly.

Huffing a laugh, Warriors turns away again to run his gaze over the courtyard. He’s met a lot of royalty in his time, from his own Zelda and visitors during the War of Ages to past and future Zeldas during his current adventure, and if he knows anything about them, it’s that most know exactly where to shove royal decorum when it suits them—not that he would phrase it like that to their faces. Royalty has the privilege of not always being decorous, but the people who serve them—people like Warriors himself—don’t have the same privilege.

Not that all of his brothers have the same experience, he thinks wryly. Tetra is Wind’s captain, but also a fellow pirate; Dot is Four’s best friend; Wild and Flora have told decorum to never grace their presence again.

There have been occasions when Warriors and Artemis relaxed together. Mostly after the War, when they were alone and away from prying eyes—but those moments didn’t come often. Not when there was so much to do for Hyrule.

So here, in this courtyard surrounded by soldiers and nobles, Warriors falls back on what he knows. His eyes trace the walls, noting the timing of the guards, and his ears listen for the wooden thud of spears crossing to prevent people from entering the yard. All the while, he stands with his feet apart, shoulders straight, and arms behind his back—the picture of a soldier ready for action—and he keeps within leaping distance of his liege in case of attack.

Technically, Warriors has only sworn an oath to Artemis, and she isn’t here. Sky will one day be king, but no one in this time period except the Links themselves know this.

Until this visit to Fable, Warriors thought the only liege he had was the individual Zeldas. Then she greeted Legend, not just like a brother, but as a brother.

Prince Legend, Warriors thinks, and holds back a snort. It sounds ridiculous. To him, Legend is the person who has cursed and sworn at every moment, who mocks Hylia and Links alike. Legend, like the rest of the Chain, is a person who Warriors has come to see as a sibling. To hear he’s a prince…

Warriors shakes himself and looks back. Fable has finally stepped away, giving Legend space, and nods at the small bow he gives her—the perfect length from a prince to his crown princess. 

So Legend does know decorum, Warriors thinks at the exact moment a glaring light hits his eye.

Everything else is instinct.

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Legend hits the ground, and the breath crushes out of him. Spitting curses in his head because he’s too busy wheezing for air aloud, he tries to get his arms under him, but there’s a heavy weight sprawled across his back. Legend is stuck on his stomach. His toes dig into the dirt behind him and his elbows jab into his own sides.

His cheek burns like someone took sandpaper to it, and when he finally gets his breath back and spits, it comes out bloody.

“Legend!” Someone is yelling.

“Close the gates!” Zelda?

“Your Highness, you need to go inside—”

“To your station, General. Before someone else gets hurt.”

Legend has never heard his sister so angry before. He shifts, trying again to stand, and his left elbow bangs against hard metal. The pain vibrates up his arm and he stills, groaning.

“Legend? Can you hear me?”

“Rulie?”

“Can you open your eyes for me?”

His eyes are closed? He tries to open them, squinting, and then they widen.

Legend lies flat on the ground. Hyrule kneels over him, freckles stark against skin bloodless from shock. Beyond him, there’s a circle of Links crowding in close, and beyond them, a wall of silver metal and blue cloth: The backs of his sister’s knights, closing them in. Legend thinks he’s had nightmares of this exact scenario, except then, the knights’ swords faced inward, not out.

“Zel?” he asks.

“I’m here, Link.” Zelda appears above him. Her eyes are wide, and for the first time since they were little, her hair is in disarray. “We need to get him off you, but it’s going to hurt, okay?”

“What?”

“It’s going to hurt, but it’ll be over quickly.” A hand squeezes his right one, and Legend darts his eyes down. Jewels click together where his sister tangles her fingers with his, but his attention is caught on the thin wooden length impaled in his shoulder. No, not impaled—the wood stops at a sliver of metal that gleams against his shirt, slowly being covered by blood dripping from above. Legend traces the blood upwards to green cloth and metal rings, torn open to reveal pale skin—

Then the weight over him shifts, the green and metal pull away, and Legend bites his tongue as the metal is yanked out of him. He catches a quick look at a small, razor-sharp arrowhead, and then the weight is gone entirely. Instead of sitting up, though, Legend lets his head fall back to the ground, energy sapped.

“Put your hands there, Sky.” Hyrule’s voice is distant. “Wild, a red potion?”

Weight presses on Legend again, but this time, it’s just on his injured shoulder. He jolts against it and glares upward.

“I’ll kill you!” he snaps.

Sky smiles, small and wobbly. “I’ll let you,” he promises, and Legend blinks. The pain coursing through his right side has woken him up more. Something about this situation isn’t right.

“What happened?” he asks.

Sky looks away.

“Tell me! Or I’ll pluck every feather from that overgrown—”

“Link!” Zelda reprimands, squeezing his hand, and Legend falls silent. He lifts his head up when Wild appears with a red potion and doesn’t protest when Zelda helps him drink. His mind races, and his stomach rolls when he remembers the bloody green cloth.

The royal family’s color is blue. Green is the hero’s color. And Hyrule isn’t at his side, even though he took an arrow to the shoulder.

“Who was it?” Legend asks. His voice comes out flat, and when Sky meets his eyes again, the first knight is holding back tears.

“Legend,” Sky starts.

“Who tackled me? I need to know, because they did a shitty-ass job—” Legend’s voice breaks. Done waiting, he shoves against the ground again. Sky is still holding pressure to his wound, waiting for the red potion to do its work, but it’s not the dead weight of an injured brother holding him down, and he manages to turn over and sit up.

Warriors lays on the ground before him. The captain is on his front, arms and legs limp, head turned to face Legend, with an arrow sticking out of his left side. A second arrow rests behind Hyrule, like it’s been tossed away, and the healer has both hands over Warriors’ right shoulder, magic radiating around them.

Someone shoves Legend right in his own wound. He groans, then protests, “I’m almost healed!”

But Four is stern and unrepentant where he glares up at him, palm pressed tight to Legend’s shoulder.

“Warriors just took those for you,” the smithy snaps. “Don’t undo all his work by stupidly bleeding out before the red potion finishes healing you.”

“I didn’t—!” Legend’s voice breaks again.

He wants to look away, but his gaze is caught on Warriors. Blood smears the ground between them where the captain’s body must have dragged when they pulled him off of Legend, and more blood pools in the creases of his clothes. His royal scarf, his prized possession, has been discarded to the side just like the arrow.

“I didn’t ask him to save me,” Legend finishes in a whisper.

For a moment, Four’s pressure falters, but then the smithy presses back twice as hard. “I didn’t say you did,” he replies. “It was his choice.”

“He didn’t hesitate,” Zelda adds. She twines her fingers with his again, but if she intends to comfort him, her words do the opposite.

Legend was raised to be a knight, trained by his uncle to one day stand at his sister’s side, and then magic ruined it all. Knights have hunted him across Hyrule and beyond, rarely giving him a day’s rest, and even in his sister’s castle, he feels their glares on his back.

And now there’s Warriors. A knight through and through, to the point Legend sometimes wonders if Hylia crafted him just to annoy Legend, but also someone who has become his brother. Someone who—

Legend’s breath hitches as he remembers the way Warriors has acted since meeting Fable. Standing stiffly, not cursing, shielding any and all emotion, he assumed it was all because Fable is royalty. But what if—

“Let me go,” Legend rasps, and then, when Four doesn’t move immediately, he shoves the smithy’s hand away, pushes to his knees, and lunges toward Warriors.

Voices rise around them, but all his focus is on the idiot lying unconscious before him.

Grabbing Warriors’ shirt, Legend says, “If you sacrificed yourself because I’m a prince, I’ll kill you. You hear me?”

“Link—”

“I’ll kill him!” he spits, eyes meeting Zelda’s. “If he did that because—because—”

“Legend, let him go!”

Legend jerks toward Hyrule. The healer’s hands reach across Warriors, the remnants of his spell sinking in to the sealed wound, but his eyes are wide.

Legend looks down. 

Last he knew, Warriors was unconscious, but now he twists against the ground, toes pressing into the dirt and small moans falling from his lips before he lifts the hand closest to the arrow in his side. In an instant, Legend lets go of the captain’s shirt and seizes his hand instead, afraid he’ll disturb the arrow more.

But at his touch, Warriors pulls away and claws at the ground, fingernails catching on dirt and digging in till Legend couldn’t take his hand again if he tried.

Time leans in over the captain’s head, fingers hovering over his healed shoulder but not touching. “It’s just us, Warriors,” he soothes. “Just us.”

Legend opens his mouth, but for once, he’s speechless. No words come to mind. What does he say to someone when they’re in pain because of him? When his brother took two arrows for him, and all Legend wants to do is shake him for it?

“Can you hear us, Wars?” Hyrule asks. “We need to take the arrow out.”

“Can we do that now?” Four asks. “The shock alone might kill him!”

“Not with me here.” Hyrule’s eyes blaze with magic and determination. “I won’t let him go.”

“Do it.”

It takes Legend a moment to realize who the words came from, but then he jolts and looks down.

Warriors stares back at him. His eyes are half-lidded, his normally infuriatingly perfect golden locks plastered to his head with sweat, but he’s awake.

“Do it,” Warriors repeats. “Now.” He hesitates. “You—you do know how to—”

“Yeah.” Hyrule’s voice is soft now. “Yeah, I know how. You just—uh, will you let Legend hold your hand? So you don’t interfere?”

He doesn’t say “when the pain takes you out of your mind,” but Legend hears it, and he suspects Warriors does, too, because his gaze is wearily accepting.

Warriors tries to pry his hand from the dirt, but his movements are slow and fumbling, nails caught in the ground he’d dug into.

“Here.” Fable reaches for him. “May I?”

Warriors blinks, and Fable continues. Her hand rests on the captain’s, and a shiver goes up his arm, but he doesn’t stop her from pulling his fingers free or from cupping his hand in hers.

“You saved my brother,” she says. “Thank you.” Her words are for Warriors, but her eyes are on Legend, her face open and honest.

Legend’s heart burns in his chest. His sister is about the only person in the entire kingdom he can stand, and yet, circumstances—the lasting remnants of magic on the knights, his Hylia-cursed adventures—have dictated they rarely get to see each other.

But he sees her now, and because of Warriors, they’ll get to keep seeing each other.

“You’re an idiot,” Legend rasps. He rests his hand on his knees, palm open, and his sister lays the captain’s hand in his. Legend squeezes it tight. “Just—tell me you didn’t save me because I’m a prince.”

Warriors squeezes his hand back. Though he must be exhausted from pain, his grip is strong.

“Course I didn’t,” Warriors whispers. “I saved you ‘cause you’re my brother.”

Oh.

Legend tells people he’s a cold-hearted bastard because he ran out of tears long ago, but Hylia damn the captain, his eyes are watering now.

“Turn him now,” Hyrule says abruptly, and then Warriors is moving. The other heroes pull at his left side till he’s resting on his right side, head in Time’s lap and stomach off the ground. Legend moves with him, shuffling closer so they don’t lose contact. In the corner of his eye, he can see hands shifting Warriors’ tunic and chainmail away from his lower abdomen—then Warriors screams, hand tightening around Legend’s.

Legend squeezes back and turns his gaze to the arrow. The shaft has been stripped of its fletching and Four has one hand on the blunt top and the other on Warriors’ side where he’s slowly pressing the arrow through.

Legend tastes bile, but swallows.

“Almost there,” Four murmurs, and then—

There’s a squelching, sucking noise, and a steel arrowhead tears its way out of Warriors’ abdomen.

“There!” Legend says. “It’s through, it’s through!”

Even as he says it, blood seeps through the new wound and quickly turns into a stronger flow, red flooding downwards and soaking into the grass and Legend’s leggings. Sky reaches around him, grabs the wood behind the arrowhead, and pulls. In moments, the arrow is out and Hyrule presses his hands to Warriors’ side, one over the entry wound and one over the exit.

Legend barely breathes, watching Hyrule’s magic close the wounds, and then he turns to Warriors’ face again.

The captain’s eyes are closed, but Time smiles at him.

“Just sleeping,” the old man murmurs.

Legend is tempted to lie down and take a nap right beside Warriors, but he forces himself to stay upright. His brother still has a tight grip on Legend’s hand, and he doesn’t plan on letting go.

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@pelicanpig Here you go!

Zelda put her signature on a scroll and placed it in a pile beside her. There was still more to do, and knowing that only made her eyes feel heavier. She glanced at the window in her room, the ornate frame paling in comparison to the vivid, blue sky. If her hero was here, he would've opened that window and extended his hand to hers.

She sighed, dipping her quill in ink. He wasn't here, and so she couldn't leave until all these papers were dealt with. Zelda noticed a letter from weeks ago, sitting on the shelf, and took it gently into her hands. She reread every word.

I don't know when I'll be back, the letter informed her and she could hear his voice from all the way here. There was ice in her stomach as she knew that there was a chance he might not be back anytime soon. She remembered finding his limp, ashen body, just barely clinging on to life. She remembered a broken raft and the feeling of seeing him so hurt after two months of not seeing him at all and waiting for his return.

She swallowed back her fear and rubbed her eyes. She needed him, and he needed her. Surely, he would walk right in here and help her carefully out the window, before guiding her through his orchard once again. She would listen to his grand tales and his simple updates again, or kiss him softly under the shade of his vibrant apple trees.

A knock sounded and she stilled. There were still tears on her lashes. She cleared her throat, "You may come in."

A servant let herself in, hazel eyes meeting hers with warmth and...something else. "His Majesty requests you to come down to the throne room at once."

"Oh, well, did he tell you the occasion?"

"I apologize if I am overstepping Your Highness, but I think you need to see this yourself. Let me escort you there."

Zelda felt suspicion brew in her gut but she nodded slowly. "You are alright. Let us go, then."

The servant led her silently down the steps blanketed in velvet carpet, though her smile had dimmed long ago. The anticipation was beginning to unsettle her but they reached the throne room. The servant dropped to her knees and the princess saw eight unusual warriors. "Father, you have called for me?" She inquired but her gaze was on the group, searching for a head of strawberry blonde hair.

"Yes. These are the Heroes of Hyrule from the past and future. They are briefly visiting before continuing another quest," The King answered, but his face was shadowed.

Zelda's heart began to race as she didn't see him among the group. "Where's Link? His letter said he'd be travelling with them."

Father's eyes softened, almost imperceptibly. "He has been sent to the infirmary. He arrived in an unstable state, but our healers are doing all they can right now."

Her breath caught, and for a moment there was silence. Father never said what exactly happened to Link. He had never said anything like this before. "Your duties have been dismissed today," The King assured. "Go and see him, Zelda."

Something was very wrong.

She thanked him and took off. Her breath came out shallow as all she could think about was him on that raft.

"Goddesses."

Nightmarish burns wrapped around pale skin. Violet eyes were closed, swelled and red from tear-streaks. His clothing was tattered, and he was thinner than before.

However, when she arrived at his bedside, there wasn't any surface wounds she could immediately see. He was unconscious, face a sheet of white. Purple hyacinths sat in a vase next to him. "I'm here Link, I'm here," She breathed.

Her words went unheard and she sat down, hugging her knees. Her heart didn't calm but her breathing did. She called for him through his mind but he didn't reply, for the second time in their lives. "I've missed you, but you know that. I was going to send you a letter because there's a ball very soon and I know how much you like dancing. The Lorulean royal family is attending, which means Queen Hilda will be there...and probably Ravio too."

The silence was deafening.

"Your Highness? A nurse came in. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I am. What--what has happened to him?"

The nurse took off the blankets with a roll of bandages clutched in her hand. "He's got a stab wound but that's unfortunately not the worst of it. He's developed an illness we call Dinnayru."

Fire and ice? Where had she heard that before? "What is that?"

"It's a deadly illness that causes delirium, vomiting blood, and in worst cases, seizures. I don't know if you recall, but the late Queen fell to it."

"Oh," She pressed her mouth into a thin line, blood turned to ice in her veins. "Will--will he be okay?"

"We'll do our best and see what we can do," The nurse tried to reassure.

Zelda blinked back tears and pulled up a chair, it's wooden exterior cold against her back. The light that was once spilling loftily into the room and illuminating the flowers was gone. The room became dim from dark clouds and the warm torchlight fell onto his still face.

"Your Highness?"

She startled and saw a man with dusky markings on his face. She recognized him as a hero from before. "Yes?"

"Our traveller's Life Spell hasn't done a thing for him, so we were thinking of taking him to a Great Fairy."

"That should heal his stab wound," She nodded.

"His illness too, right?" He pressed.

"They tried everything to save my mother but she's gone."

The man's face twisted in sympathy. "I'm sorry for your loss but don't you think it's worth a try?"

"It most certainly is, but we could lose him at any moment..."

"It won't come to that, princess. We'll find a way."

Something about the fire in the man's blue eyes made her rise. "You're right."

"We're at your side, Highness. The ve--er--Link is our brother."

She was ready to leave, until a sudden coughing filled the air. She looked over and Link whimpered, body trembling as he gagged. Zelda rushed over, eyes wide. "Link, say something!"

"Zel..da," He croaked and then blood spilled out of his mouth and nose in a vicious amount.

The red liquid pooled at her feet and she felt horror before her consciousness slipped away from her.

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linked universe inspired Zelda painting!

The quality is killed so bad, but i did this zelda painting over march break, it’s about three and a half feet long and it took me over 45 hours to sketch and then paint! Very much linked universe based, lol. Sorry spirit tracks and trigorce heroes- you got kicked, unfortunantly…

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a mix of old art of first link and orville for the three orville fans that exist, i dont think ive posted any of these before?

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Legend and Warriors with F?

F: Cuddly

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A rustling sound and the creak of feet on floorboards grabbed Warriors' attention. He watched Legend, eyes squinty and cheeks red, slowly stagger forward. They had been cycling through watch duty, because even a sick Legend was stubborn, and feverish though he was, kept trying to go places.

Where, they weren't sure, but it was up to them to keep him in bed.

"Where are you trying to go now?" Warriors asked, getting up from his chair and putting steadying hands on Legend's shoulders.

Legend didn't reply, just continued squinting forward. He tried taking one more step but didn't go anywhere with the captain holding him back.

"Do you need the bathroom?"

That would be a worthy cause for venturing out, but the teen just huffed, shook his head ever so slowly, and began to slowly sink to the ground.

"Oookay, no, no we're going to lie back down in bed, not on the floor," the man chastised gently. It always surprised him how lightweight Legend was - it was a piece of cake to keep him upright and direct him back towards the bed. He tried to get him settled, but the boy seemed fussy, so Warriors sighed and sat next to him, rubbing his back as Legend stared at nothing with a disgruntled expression.

It sure was odd, to not be smacked away. Not fever-Legend surely wouldn't have ever let him do this.

Then, in a sudden, decisive movement, Legend flopped to the side, arm thrown over Warriors' lap as he pressed his face into the captain's scarf.

Warriors blinked in surprise and then fought off a laugh. Oh, how he wished Wild or Wind were here to snag a photo. It would be such good teasing material once he was better.

"Who'd have thought you'd be so cuddly?" Warriors murmured as he attempted to shift into a more comfortable position, only for the veteran to curl into him more tightly. The captain rearranged his scarf more like a blanket over the boy and leaned back against the headboard.

"You better not get me sick," he added like an afterthought, even though Legend already fallen asleep again.

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This was supposed to be for the weekly challenge (Fierce Diety), but I didn’t finish on time… plus I forgot what i had planned as the dialog. 

I’m still a subscriber to the Fierce Dad-ity headcannon…. 

but angst, man!! ANGST!!!

Maybe I’ll color it…. ffftt yeah right. Until then, enjoy the Linkwork XD

Hope you all still enjoy it!!

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Three more of the same series :

Legend

Hyrule

Twilight

It will take some time before I post the three last, they are still rough WIPs at best

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Here are new photos of my first Link cosplay, inspired by the pre-Skyward Sword manga !

Except I didn't have time to brush the wig so I didn't put it lol

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My Athena cosplay, inspired by Epic the Musical, is finally done !

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Hiii so here are my different cosplays

Athena cosplay, inspired by Epic the Musical :

And here is the process :

- for the helmet

- for the shield:

- for the spear :

- for the shoulder pad :

The first Link cosplay, from the pre-Skyward Sword manga :

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Hi I loved your sicktember series you did last year (only just found out you have tumblr XD) !!!!!!

Do you have any information about the 'Time is batman' au? I love it so much

AHHH THANK YOU 💖💖💖

I have... quite a lot about that AU actually. The basic jist is, of course, Time is Batman and adds each of the Links to his family. They're all still named Link in this AU but they still use their LU nicknames. The vague idea I have is to have a series where each of the boys get their own book about how they end up getting adopted by Time. Some will get more books loosely based off their games or if the plot deems it needed, but everyone gets at least one.

So, all of them live in Termina City, which is this universe's equivalent of Gotham. I'm not quite sure how the wider world works yet, but most, if not everything, should center around Termina City. Also, this universe's Justice League is called the Council of Courage.

Ummm I guess here's a rundown of the Links, Malon, and Granny? (putting it below a cut because its kind of long)

Time (Link Treewood I) - Bruce Wayne/Batman equivalent. He's called The Mask. Was formerly a superhero known as the Fierce Deity, but that hero began becoming a symbol of fear instead of hope, so Time changes his persona to be The Mask instead. He's divorced (with an eventual remarriage to) from Malon. He was adopted as a kid by a guy named Deku Treewood, and after Deku's death, was taken care of by the house maid, who insists on being called Granny.

Warriors (Link Castle I) - Called Warrior 16, and he doesn't really have a stand-in. I didn't want Time to adopt him so he became Time's cousin. He has a whole Plot with getting kidnapped somehow, then saved by Lana, and then training with the Sheikah Clan (namely, under Artemis). I'd say more but this whole plot is the B-plot for book 1 lol.

Sky (Link Loftson II) - The superboy stand-in for this AU, except of course he's adopted by Time. He's the son of this world's Superman, called Loftwing (*cough* First *cough*), and a hero called Hylia, who both come from another planet. His parents die and the entire first book would focus on him tracking down their killer and meeting Time. His final hero name is Crimson.

Twilight (Link Treewood II) - his final hero name is The Wolf, and he's the stand-in for Dick Grayson/Robin/Nightwing. He's Time's biological son with Malon, who lives with Malon, and ends up getting wrapped up in the hero stuff because his aunts Romani and Cremia (who work for the circus) get murdered, and his mom gets hurt, so he wants to track down the guy who did it and make him pay. When he's older (like, 18-20) he gets a plot about Midna (who's a witch/magician in this AU) but idk what it is quite yet.

Wild (Link Tearbreath) - The Jason Todd of this AU, but a little more stable (and also mixing in some Stephanie Brown/Spoiler). This special guy has 2 books (at least. Maybe 3)! Indeed, he dies and comes back to life. He knew Twilight as a kid before Twi moved to Termina City permanently. Wild and his family eventually moved to Termina City but tragedy struck and he was left alone on the streets. Cue him getting adopted by Time after trying to get revenge on the guy who conned his family out of money (Khoga). He goes by Zero then, eventually becomes a Champion for the Council of Courage, dies, and is ressurected because of the Sheikah. Legend ends up training him and helping him get back to Termina. Also, he's a mix of Age and Wild. In the beginning, he's called Age, but changes to Wild after being ressurected. He also gets amnesida from being ressurected.

Four (Link Smith) - This universe's Time Drake, except he's poor. Is fascinated by The Mask and figures out who everyone is, but unlike Tim, somehow ends up getting himself in trouble with a derranged scientist named Vaati and getting his soul split into pieces. That's... about the extent that I know his plot. I keep going back and forth about making Shadow the 5th piece of his soul, or his twin brother. It could go either way right now. Oh, and his hero name is Doppelganger because he gets his splitting ability after his soul his split.

Legend (Link Treewood III) - The Damian Wayne of this AU. Also Time's biological son, though this time with Lullaby, who's part of the Sheikah. He's pretty much raised to be a weapon, but when the Sheikah end up going through a civil war or schism of sorts, Lullaby takes him to Time to keep him safe. Cue a whole plot about him trying to re-gain his mother's favor by tracking down Majora (this universe's version of The Joker). What could possibly go wrong?

Hyrule (Link Advent) - He also doesn't have a clear-cut equivalent, bit I also take elements of Jason Todd's backstory for him? And a bit of Duke/Signal too. He's basically a street kid who ends up helping Time during a tough moment and Time immediately is like "I'm keeping him" and no one argues with that because Hyrule is a sweetheart. I think he's going to join the family the same time that Wind is going through his own plot. His hero name is Fairy because he can heal.

Wind (Link Castle II) - illegitamite son of Warriors and Lana. Lana gave him to Wars to keep him safe, so Wind grows up in Termina with Warriors. He doesn't know about the heroing stuff until he's about 8 and accidentally finds out, and ever since then dreams of helping them out. He ends up making up his own persona. As of right now, it's Spirit, because he can see ghosts, but I kind of want to change in case I want to somehow insert Spirit later. Anyways, Wind begins going out on his own in secret. He makes friends with a Robin Hood-type girl named Tetra (alias: the Swindler), and her gang called the Swindlers. When Warriors (and Wind's step-mom, Artemis) find out, Warriors is extremely upset about it initially and this will absolutely become the B-plot of one of these books.

Malon Lon - called Agent M, she doesn't really have an equivalent. She's Twilight's mom, but she ended up divorcing Time when Twi was around 5 because she thought Time was cheating (Time was actually just doing his Fierce Deity thing but never told her about it so he could protect her) and couldn't trust him. Eventually, she agrees to give Time a second chance and ends up helping adopt all these tramatized boys. Of course, there will be a re-wedding for her and Time. Eventually. She goes by Agent M when she's helping from the Depths (this universe's equivalent of the Batcave).

Granny Waker - the Alfred equivalent in this AU. She was a maid for Deku Treewood, and ended up raising Time after Deku died. She's spunky, and she cares so much for the boys. They all swear by her soup. She's known as Agent G when she has to help, though she doesn't like that they're endangering themselves by being vigilantes. Oh, and no one knows her actual name. She just goes by "Granny"

That's it for the main characters! I hope to add in as many extras from LoZ as possible. I already have plans for most of the Zeldas, as well as the main companions (so, Midna, the King of Red Lions, Ravio, Linebeck, the Champions, etc.), and most of the villains. Please lmk if you want to know more!

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The Many Languages of Love - Friendship (LU in Healthcare)

Summary: Legend calls out for work. He never does that. So his friends check up on him.

Setting: Healthcare AU

Warriors frowned.

He was looking over the staffing sheet for the night shift to help the night charge nurse coordinate getting coverage, and the latest person to call out was… Legend.

Legend. The same guy who would work eleven nights in a row, who would come in half dead because he didn’t want to get an occurrence and leave the ED short staffed.

Something was very wrong.

Whipping out his phone, Warriors texted Wild first, knowing he was off. When he sent the message, though, it never indicated as delivered.

Wild was likely out exploring his namesake. Typical.

Twilight was working. Four should be awake after his night shift, so maybe he’d try him next. Sky was off too. He’d just seen Time, so he knew he and likely Malon as well were both here. Hyrule was off as well. Wind had school.

Warriors reached out to who he could, and Sky replied first.

He called out? Is he dying?

Idk, Warriors replied. But somebody should check on that.

I’m on it, Sky said.

XXX

The day hadn’t exactly been going the way Legend had planned.

He’d thought the cough was due to the weather change. Sniffles with the shift in temperatures was pretty normal. But when he’d woken up today, he’d felt like he’d been hit by a truck.

It made no sense! The patients he’d taken care of last night hadn’t even been all that sick! The only one who stuck out to him was that awful trauma that had kept him busy for six hours, and then the next hour of time he’d spent with the trauma patient’s family while working on the death packet paperwork. None of the family had been sick, had they?

His symptoms hardly added up. He felt exhausted, and was vomiting so often he could barely hold anything down. But yesterday he’d just had the sniffles like a cold or flu brewing. Maybe it was the flu, he wasn’t sure, but the respiratory symptoms were gone.

In either case, he was too weak to get off the couch, let alone go to work.

It sucked.

Worst of all, his stupid pride prevented him from texting anyone about it. Even though he knew damn well Warriors would get nosy once he saw that Legend had called out. He wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or annoyed about it.

He could take care of himself, and he didn’t want anyone else to get sick. His stomach churned as he thought, it’s a good thing Ravio’s travel contract ended and he’s somewhere else now, or I’d have to drag myself back to my room.

He missed that moron. Living alone was not new to him, but he’d gotten strangely used to having someone else around. Maybe he’d put the word out to get another housemate.

But he certainly wouldn’t do so right now, while he felt like freaking death.

His phone buzzed. It had been buzzing. He didn't care. He saw that there were texts coming in, but his head was full of cotton and he hardly had the strength to keep his eyes open and hydrate.

He should probably start an IV on himself. He'd hoarded enough supplies to do it. But they were all in his bedroom, and he was out here in the den on the couch. Could he even make it that far?

His phone buzzed again. Then there was a knock at his door.

Legend lifted his head from his pillow before plopping it back down and throwing the cover over his entire body, hiding himself from the world. Between his shift last night and how he felt now, he certainly didn't want to deal with people, didn't want to move, didn't want to think.

The person knocked again. Louder. Legend growled and burrowed further into his blanket. Eventually they would go away.

XXX

Ok, so hes not answering his phone OR his door??

What if he's like dying

Maybe somebody should call 911

Twilight stared at the group chat, brow furrowing. Warriors had started texting everyone together after people had passed messages to each other in worry, trying to keep things organized. Time and WIld had yet to reply, but everyone else had chimed in.

Well... except for Legend himself, obviously.

Twilight had been busy ambulating a patient, but he had a moment to sit, and no call bells were going off, so he replied. 911 seems a bit much. I can leave early and check on him.

But I'm already at his door and he's not answering. How are YOU going to check on him too? Sky asked.

I know what I'm doing, was all Twilight said before texting Sky privately, asking him to get some supplies for him.

Twilight glanced towards the manager's office. He could potentially leave early. He would get a write up for it, even if it was for a family emergency, but he didn't care - if Legend was legitimately ill, then he'd take the smack to the wrist. Hospital policies were stupid anyway. Besides, it wasn't like they could afford to fire him, with as short staffed as they were.

He tried to ignore the anxiety building up in his chest. He hoped he was right when he said not to call 911.

When he reached Legend's apartment, Sky met him at the door, holding a small leather pouch. "This is what you wanted from the ranch, right?"

"Yeah, that's it," Twilight replied before grabbing it and opening it. All his lock picking tools were there, and he nodded to himself.

Sky glanced over, eyes widening. "Oh, you have one too?"

Twilight blinked, looking up at Sky. "What?"

His friend smiled innocently. "It's nothing. Can we get inside now?"

Twilight stared a moment longer before shaking his head. Legend could be dying for all they knew, he had to focus. He quickly picked the lock, opening the door, only for a bolt to stop it as soon as he attempted.

Cursing under his breath, Twilight tried to push another tool through the opening to work the latch off the hook.

"Whoever you are, I'll fucking cut you," a hoarse voice threatened quietly, not sounding threatening at all.

"Legend!" Sky called. "Legend, it's us! Are you okay?"

"What the--Sky??"

"Ledge, open the door or I will," Twilight ordered, growing agitated.

There was an incoherent string of curses before a loud thud rang across the way. Sky called out to Legend, who didn't answer.

Twilight had had enough. He kicked once, twice, and the door swung open, latch flying off the frame. He and Sky rushed in to find Legend, pale and sweaty, half collapsed and tangled in a giant comforter, eyes wide with both alarm and annoyance.

"You broke my fucking door!" Legend wheezed before groaning and putting his head on the ground.

"I'll fix it," Twilight answered easily, hauling his friend over his shoulder. "Let's get you to bed and figure out what's happening."

"What the hell, Twi, put me down--"

Sky smirked, relieve his friend was alive and awake. "You should be used to this by now after Time had to carry you out of the ED."

Legend's pale face grew even whiter. "That son of a bitch talked, didn't he, I'm gonna--"

"Enough, save your strength," Twilight interrupted. After he settled their friend in bed, he knelt down to be at eye level with him. "What happened? You look awful."

"Well, now that my door is destroyed--"

"Legend."

"I don't know!" Legend squeaked before moaning, squeezing his eyes shut. "I just feel like shit."

"Well, don't worry about it now, we'll take care of you," Twilight said gently.

Legend puffed out his cheeks to argue before giving up.

Twilight and Sky rotated being by his side and taking care of the apartment, which was a disaster - Legend had been working the last four nights before falling incredibly ill. He never spiked a fever, but he threw up whatever they tossed his way.

"G-gonna n-need an IV," Legend mumbled, exhausted. "Twi... can you...?"

"No," Twilight immediately shook his head. "No, the last time, I--Malon was--no."

"Do you have a drill?" Sky asked. "I bet I can figure out an IO."

Legend glared at him. "You are not drilling into my bones."

"We'll get Wars--"

"Just let me die."

"Legend."

"Where the fuck is Hyrule."

"I'm right here."

Sky and Twilight turned to see Hyrule walking into the room.

"Wait, I swear I locked up," Sky noted.

Hyrule shrugged. "I came in through the window."

Twilight stared. "We're on the fifth floor."

"Yeah?" another voice asked as Wild traipsed into the room. "And?"

Sky shrugged. "I mean, it works."

Twilight chewed on his tongue, opting to thank God they hadn't died rather than chew them out at the moment. "Ledge needs an IV."

"Oh, okay," Hyrule said easily. "You got supplies or do you need me to get some?"

There was a knock at the door as Legend spoke to Hyrule, and Twilight sighed, rising to answer it. He hadn't paid attention to his phone, so when Four and Wind almost barreled him over, he yelped in shock.

"We've been texting, dude, what the hell," Wind snapped. "Is he dead, is he okay, what is--"

"He's sick, but he's stable," Twilight reported as he steadied himself. "I took his vitals, they aren't terrible. Blood pressure's a little low, but not worryingly so. Heart rate's rate at the edge of tachycardic. He's probably dehydrated."

"We should take him to an urgent care so he can get some IV fluids," Four said firmly.

"Hyrule's giving him fluids now."

"He--he is?" Wind's eyes widened. "Wait I wanna see! I never get to see IVs started!"

Wind dashed into the room, leaving the other two and giving Four just enough time to warn him, "Wars is coming up, he just had to park the car. Time and Malon are on their way."

Twilight nodded, listening as Wind chatted and checked on Legend in the bedroom.

By the time he got back to the others, Hyrule had taped his successful IV and was running a fluid bolus into his friend. Twilight sighed, sitting on the bed, watching Legend squirm uncomfortably and try to rest.

Eventually, the entire group was there. They cleaned the apartment, they relaxed in the den and watched a movie, rotating in and out of Legend's room. When the initial fluid bolus was done, Legend's relief was visible.

"You certainly were thirsty," Wild noted. "You feeling better?"

"Still nauseous as hell, but yeah," Legend reported. Then he smiled, looking at all of them. "I... I'm sorry you guys had to come here. But... thanks."

Twilight tipped his head to the side. "That's what friends are for, Ledge."

"Yeah," Sky agreed. "But Twi did totally wreck your door, so we decided we'd take you to the ranch to stay there for a while."

Legend's eyes widened, smile fading. "What?"

"Okay, so we're good to kidnap him now?" Wild asked, glancing at Time.

Time checked his phone. "Malon says the room is ready, yes."

"You little--you guys--you're all assholes--"

"Now, now, Legend, you said you were thankful," Warriors tutted.

"I hate all of you," Legend grumbled, though there was absolutely no bite to it.

"Relax, we'll bring your stuff too," Four assured him. "It's best to be somewhere where others can help you."

Legend said nothing, growing grouchy and exhausted. This work stretch had been longer than most, and he could still hear the family members crying over their lost loved one, could still hear the red alarms. He was beginning to wonder if he was even truly sick at all, having never spiked a fever or been around anyone with similar symptoms. Either that, or his immune system just crashed after...

Well. He didn't know. Heavy stress could lead to illness, but...

Whatever. He would never admit it, but he was grateful to be going to the ranch.

But he knew, he knew he would never hear the end of it once Warriors found his pet bunny.