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asterias-corner · 1 year ago

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i think we are severely lacking with the age regression (sfw) in the lu fandom 😔

little links by silentspider, is such a good fic!! it has multiple parts that are all so good! (16k words in total)

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i think that they all would age regress to some degree at least- but the main ones would be time, warriors, wild, and legend, i dunno they just give me major little vibes :’)

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•time would be super energetic, and climb lots of trees, he would totally collect bugs too. And could be convinced to put them in fours bedroll. Time would regress to 5-6 years old, He’d say the trees are all unique, giving them names and being the only one to successfully tell them apart. He likes to keep a stuffed horse that looks like epona in his bag, malon made it for him!

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•Wars would enjoy playing pretend, or more physical games. Usually regresses to 7 years old. He’d probably force everyone to play sharks n minnows, ghost in the graveyard, games like that! he likes to color or draw, also likes to watch four do weapon maintenance. ——

•Wild is a total nature kid, would roll around in mud and you’d not even know what color his clothes are by the dirt and grime just absolutely covering him. Definitely regresses to 8 years old, only going younger is stressed. Rocks are in his pocket, some Rollie polies even. Would climb the highest tree within range and wind would have to get him down. Enjoys playing hide and seek, always ends up being the last to be found. HE MAKES MUD PIES!!!

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•legend is more bubbly, but will not share ANYTHING. Don’t ask it will be no. He usually regresses to around 6-7. He likes to hangout around water, and will collect anything that catches his eye, using his hat as a big pocket. Likes to read or play capture the flag (or any variation of such) will try and sneak to do things he knows he isn’t supposed to do.

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•wind would probably age dream, never fully regressing, but usually is around 6 while doing so. Enjoys pretty much the same as he usually would not age dreaming, but will beg and BEG to braid everyone’s hair. No matter if it’s short or not, a braid will be in every links hair by the end of the day. When he isn’t age dreaming, total big brother and will convince them into shenanigans.

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•four would regress discretely, but the main giveaway is how quiet he gets. Usually just regresses to 9 years old. He likes to read and keep to himself, but that’s when he’s not split. The colors already similar when regressing, but all enjoy different activities. Green enjoys fishing strangely enough, but uses his hands. Blue would see how long he can do a hand stand or something competitive. Red would color and draw with wars. Vio would be the one to read and likes being read too as well!

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•hyrule is similar to wild, but likes to take walks and analyze everything. Regresses to 5 years old. He enjoys the sensory of being outside, touching everything (that is safe to do so) and usually drags sky along, regressed or not. He has a special journal just for pressing flowers and pretty weeds. Likes to swim and float in a starfish position for hours.

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•sky is the one who regresses to 11 years old, and likes to wrangle four, hyrule, time, and wars into playing charades. He doesn’t carve (cus he isn’t allowed) but learned origami instead! Likes to give them to everyone, usually of their favorite animal or the animal that reminds him of them!

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•twilight regresses to 7 years old, likes to play tag! Forces everyone to play when available and it’s scary when he runs full speed to catch someone. Now they know how dink felt . Teaches hyrule how to catch fish bare handed in the rivers, wild gladly takes them to cook as a meal. Twi likes to hang upside down on a tree and screeches at anyone who passes by- if he’s questioned his only reply is “I’m a bat!” Nothing else. Also likes to smack his head into people, full speed, grinning and unapologetic. If questioned, only reply is “I’m a goat! That’s my job!” And runs off to do it to someone else.

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remember guys, Age regression is a SFW COPING MECHANISM!!! So i don’t wanna see any hate! These are just my personal opinions and self projection

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shade-pup-cub · 1 year ago

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Febuwhump 2024, Day 22 - Wars, Mask/Time & Chain - ALT Last Words

Fandom: LOZ/Linked Universes

Summary: Through a portal, Time is reduced to his younger self. Things are never simple with the heroes and they all learn how young Time really was when fate forced him into his role of being a hero.

CW: Slight blood and language

“We aren’t gonna last much longer here!” Legend grunted out as he blocked a sword that was aimed at Hyrule.

Four hissed as he got nicked by an arrow. “Any tricks up your sleeve Vet?”

“I’m fresh out of tricks and we are overrun!”

Wild was in a tall tree picking off monsters when he shouted, “Portal! It’s towards the end of the hill.” It was a snow covered hill and a straight shot into the portal. They all kept fighting as WIld thought of a plan. “Shield surf to it, the monsters can’t keep up!”

One by one they all hopped onto shields, pulling off the crazy stunt they all gave Wild a hard time about multiple times. Legend and Sky sat on their shields. Wind and Hyrule dove onto theirs, laying on their stomachs as the others were more experienced with balancing on their feet. It didn’t take long for them to crash through the dark portal and roll across the green grass on the other side. Of course Wild’s shield broke and he went flying into Twilight, bringing them both to the ground.

Shaking off the dizziness from switching worlds, there was someone missing. “Where’s the Old Man?” Wind asked when the eldest couldn’t be seen.

“Uh, you guys, I think I found him.” Sky was crouched down next to what looked to be a child. “I didn’t see him get hit by anything. Did the portal do this?”

Hyrule was the next one to kneel by the child. “He’s so tiny.”

Time groaned and rechead for his head. Two bright blue eyes opened and he took a moment to register that what was in front of him were people. He rolled away and pulled his sword. “Who are you people? Where am I?”

Being the youngest, Wind wiggled his way through everyone who was gathering around. “Back up! Give him some space will ya!” Wind huffed and turned back to the kid. “Hi, you don’t remember us do you?”

“Why should I know any of you?” His blade stayed between him and the others. He glared at them with an all too familiar look, even if he was turned into a kid, baby fat still laid over his muscles.

Twilight stepped closer, then stepped back when the young Link pointed his sword at him and growled.

Wars was the last to be coherent to everything and the voice from the past had him pushing everyone to the side quickly. “Mask?” His little brother was standing right in front of him again. How did he not know that Time was Mask?! He was kicking himself for not putting it together. “Hey little brother, it’s been a long time. You want to put the sword down so we can talk about what’s going on?” Warriors got onto one knee to be more eye level.

It was clear that Mask knew who Warriors was. His face softened, shoulders relaxed and sheathed his weapon on his back. “Cap?"

"Yeah, it's me. You haven't changed a bit. How long has it been since you were in my era?" Wars needed information. He needed to know what they were dealing with. Mask wasn't always the levelheaded one like he was as adult Time.

"Maybe a month or two." His eyebrows pulled together and the boy's features turned from calm to anger. "Did you try to find me after our last battle?"

Warriors didn't have to think back very hard. He knew the battle, the sinking feeling in his gut when he saw his little brother's green tunic grow darker due to a stab wound. He had hollered for Mask to get back up when the kid hit the ground. Wars never got the chance to see if he did.

"I looked for you for days on end. There was no sign of you anywhere."

"You ran away and left me for dead." The words came out coldly, meant to sting.

"That's not wha-" He was stopped by a fist colliding with his cheek.

Mask sat on Warriors chest and kept punching. He gave three more blows to his once big brother's face before the Captain grabbed Mask's wrist and sat up. "I didn't run away! I was kidnapped!"

"Bullshit! You left because we were losing!" Mask slammed his head forward, effectively making Warriors grab his bleeding nose as it broke against the younger's forehead.

Twilight, being the strongest, wrapped his arms around Mask. The boy thrashed against the hold. "Let me go!"

"Not until you calm down so we can talk everything through." Twi moved his face out of striking range when he saw that Mask was going to slam his back.

"Fine, let's talk! Let's talk about how Link left me dying with a gut wound, under a pile of his dead soldiers, bleeding out and I had to use the Fierce Deity Mask just to stay alive!"

Sky looked at Wars, then Mask. "How old are you?"

"Eleven." Mask felt Twi's grip slack some and took his chance to get free. He drew his sword to keep the others from grabbing him again.

Legend surprisingly was at Warriors side first, "The Cap said he was kidnapped, don't you think you should hear him out?"

"So he can tell me lies?"

Hyrule was fixing Warriors nose, saying, "He is your brother. He always talks about you, how great of a kid you are and how he misses you."

"I don't care!!" He huffed as his anger rose and clouded the little bit of a filter he had. His eyes locked with Warriors and venom dripped from words, "You are not my big brother, you are a coward that left me for dead and I hate you. I hate everything about you. I wish you were dead!"

The others gasped and Warriors felt like he had just been stabbed in the heart. 'Is this how Time felt?'

Mask covered his mouth as soon as the words came out, big ocean blue eyes watering. He had seen the Cap close to death before and it terrified him. He would never wish real harm to him. His guilt was clear as his ears drooped and the tears spilled over.

Wars looked hurt and turned his head away from the child he adored and protected.

Mask looked around at the others who were shocked by his words. His bottom lip wobbled and his chest ached. Here he was being a cruel brat to the one person who never lost faith in him and he never thought he would see again. 'What have I done?!' He took a few slow steps back. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, I promise I didn't mean it."

Dread sank into his gut like a stone thrown into a lake. Warriors wouldn't look at him. 'Why do I keep messing everything up?' "M'sorry…" Mask bolted for the forest, ignoring the calls for him to come back.

"Let him go…" the Captain said as Wild went to chase after the boy.

"But he-" Wild began to protest.

"Give him some time, then I will go after him." Wars began washing the blood off his hands and face. He had so many questions, but he needed to ask Time, not Mask.

"He's eleven, but Time said he went on three adventures. We know of the original one, then some adventure where he got the mask collection, but he was in the War?" Wind was trying to wrap his head around it all.

Legend paled. "He had three adventures within three years. No wonder he doesn't talk much about his journeys, his childhood or hardly anything personal outside of Malon."

There was a heavy silence as everyone pondered over their own traumas leading up to Ganon and other evils. To think a child, well they were all children, but a nine year old kid that should still believe in make-believe went through anything remotely similar, if not worse. The Goddesses better have been desperate.

"I'm going to bring him back." Warriors whispered as he finished getting as much crimson off of him as he could. He followed the clear signs of where Mask had gone. Tall grass was split by the boys frantic run.

"Mask?" He started to call out once he was fully in the woodline. "Mask, come out so we can talk. Please?"

He stopped at a downed hollow log, seeing the trail end there. He could hear the faint sniffles from inside it. He sat with his back relaxed on the rough surface, rubbing the edges of his scarf as he gathered his thoughts.

"When I was captured and taken to Cia, I was thankful that it was only me. She would have used you against me. I saw you get hit and not get back up. I could only pray that someone found you in time. I managed to escape that night and I ran right back to where I had been standing before and began the search. There were so many bodies that needed to be sorted through, but I only wanted to find you. I didn't stop until midday that next day. Impa knocked me out so I could get medical attention and promised to continue the search. No one ever found you and I thought I lost you forever."

The sniffles slowed to a few hiccups. Warriors he could hear Mask moving around before he poked his head out just enough to look at the Captain.

Warriors sighed heavily. “I have hung onto your last words to me before we went into that battle. ‘Children are the promise of a future, the assurance of greater things to come’. You sounded too old for those words, but now I know why. You really are an adult trapped in that body, aren’t you?” When Warriors turned to his side and saw Mask looking at him, he smiled gently and reached out a hand. Mask came crashing over into his arms.

A few moments of a tight embrace, Mask gave a wet laugh. “You were trying to keep me and Tune from fighting because we were children. I was glad I changed your mind, but how did you find out about my physical and mental age thing?”

“I got to meet you as an adult, late-ish thirties. You are actually traveling with me and all the other heroes that you saw earlier.”

“And Tune?”

“Tune too, but he hasn’t been to the war yet.”

“I didn’t see myself though.”

Warriors didn’t exactly know how to say this to him easily, but they kid deserved to know. “That is because you are him, but when we all went through the last portal it changed you back to this age and clearly with no memory past this time in your life.”

“Of course it did. I hate time travel.” Mask mumbled before looking up at Warriors. “I really have missed you and I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it.”

The now older hero pulled his little brother into his arms. “I’ve missed you too Sprite.” Releasing his hold, Wars asked him, “Ready to go back before one of them is sent after us?”

“Probably smart to get you back to safety.”

“You little shit…” Warriors, with as much love as he could, pushed Mask off his lap and got some of the best giggles out of him.

Arriving back to the others, Mask stayed slightly hidden behind Warriors, barely talking as the others were introduced to him, again. Warriors was patient, knowing that Mask was trying to trust the ones in front of him. “I go by Warriors or Captain, this here is Sky, he is the first of us. -”

Mask gave a breathy “wow”.

“- That is Four also known as Smithy. Legend is next to him, he is our veteran.”

“Or Bunny.” Sky added.

“Ha ha.” Legend gave a rude gesture with no heat behind it.

“Hyrule is next to him, he is our Traveler and part fae.” Warriors loved the starry eyed look Mask had at that. “Next is Wild, he is the only one that can cook. The taller one is Twilight and your descendant.”

“So which girl did I marry?” Mask somehow asked innocently.

Twilight choked. “W-which one?”

“Yeah.” Mask gave a chuckle. “I’m technically engaged to Princess Ruta and Malon.”

Wind burst into laughter. “Twi could have been part Zora!” Twilight promptly caught the now second youngest in a headlock, thoroughly messing his hair up.

Warriors rolled his eyes, also messing with Mask’s hair. “Malon.”

“I was hoping for that.” Mask said with pink cheeks.

Wind broke free of Twilight's playful hold, going for a kick to the knee, saying, “She’s great! You two look so happy together.”

Something in Mask’s chest stirred… Happy… He was going to finally be truly happy. He pulled on Warriors scarf, whispering in his ear. “Is that Tune?”

“Sure is.”

Mask flung himself over to the pirate. He was still shorter than him, so he wrapped his arms around the boy’s middle, squeezing tightly. The last time he saw Tune was the last time he had seen the Captain, but the sailor had been forced through a portal created out of nowhere.

Wind was always happy to help someone, but even as he wrapped his arms around their age reduced leader, he asked, “Did I miss something?”

Mask nodded. “Yes, but I can’t tell you what it is or it could ruin what has already happened.”

Those two were tied at the hip the rest of the day. It was terrifying and refreshing. The two played in the trees (easily dragging Wild along in their fun), played more pranks than imaginable and told stories with such animated movements that only children had.

The terrifying part, Legend had asked Mask what his favorite magic was. Instead of just telling the Vet, ‘Din’s Fire’, Mask felt the need to show him. Everyone took cover as the little monster in green rolled on the ground, laughing hysterically as the fire was pushed out around him.

Warriors got up from where he took cover. “Sprite! Really?!”

The other sat up with black soot smeared on his face and into his hair, “What?”

Warriors pointed to the whole woodline behind Mask that was now up in flames and looked to be only growing larger, spreading from tree to tree at an alarming rate. “You are going to burn the whole forest down!”

“I can fix it!” Mask pulled out his blue ocarina and began to play an upbeat song that Mask swayed to. Thunder clapped as lightning streaked across the suddenly darkened sky, then the rain came pouring in. Somehow Mask was laughing even harder at the others expense, falling back over.

Warriors really couldn’t be mad. At least the fire was out.

They set up camp right there, not wanting to travel after the day's events, especially as the night krept closer. There was a buzz of happiness around them all as Wild cooked, Mask curiously looking into the pot.

Warriors had a fond smile as he settled into his spot to eat, just watching Mask. He had missed him and now never wanted him to leave his sight.

Wars looked over when Twilight sat next to him, a fond smile also on his face. “How’s it feel to see him like this again and know that he turned out okay?”

A low laugh slipped out from the Captain, “I imagine it’s the same feeling you had when we found Wild. Seeing the young man he had become during the time apart. Someone to be proud of.”

Warriors paused as he pumped his shoulder into the other man’s. “The same feeling Time has every time he looks at you. Proud.”

Twilight lowered his head, ears dusted pink. The young man always looked up to the eldest hero from day one and Warriors had always been curious over why, but that was a secret Twi kept close and he would never push for him to spill it.

Across camp, Mask stood before placing both hands on his head. He stumbled a bit to his left, knocking into Legend who caught him before he fell.

“Kid, you good?”

“I don’t… I don’t know. Som’tin isn’t right.” Mask slurred.

Warriors was on his feet instantly, headed for the youngest when they all saw Mask fade in and out like a blur or the static that would come up on Wild’s Slate. Not a soul moved when Mask screamed, voice going from his young pre teen voice to a post puberty voice. When he came back into focus, he was no longer the young child, but a tall teen in a green tunic, cap, white collared undershirt and white leggings.

Looking at the closest people to Mask- Time- Link(?), Wars took a mental not for later of how Wind paled, but clearly had excitement in his eyes while Legend paled with a whole different emotion. Anger.

“Y-you-!” Legend started, but Warriors put a hand up for him to stop and took slow steps as if the teen in front of him was a spooked animal. “Mask?”

Sorrow filled eyes looked up at him. “Link… Cap? What is happening? Where am I?”

“What is the last thing you remember?”

Mask seemed to be searching his memory. “I- Zelda… s-she was sending me back.”

“Back to where?” Warriors didn’t want to pry on a memory Time hadn’t ever told him, but he needed to know.

“We defeated Ganon after I woke from the seven year sleep, but she-” he was starting to struggle to breath with his panic. “She wouldn’t let me stay there, in that time, making me go back to when it all started.”

Mask crumbled to his knees with another scream, body blurring again until he was an even smaller child than he was at the beginning of this chaos. He looked so heartbroken as he cried out in anguish, but it wasn't physical pain as much as it was emotional.

Twilight was the one to step in as Warriors was trying to work through his shock. “Hey, Link right?”

The child- gods… he was a child!- showed no fear as he looked up at the Rancher, removing the tears from his eyes. “Mhm.”

“What’s the matter?”

“She left me.”

“Zelda did?” Twilight did a head tilt, similar to Wolfie.

“Navi, she left me. She was supposed to stay with me forever, but she left!”

Off to the side, Hyrule gasped and placed both hands over his mouth. The name must have meant something to him.

Before the child could collapse into Twilight’s arms, he blurred out again, coming to as a young adult. His hair was long, coming to his mid back while braided. He was in his green tunic, but took up the black fitted undershirt and black leggings.

His head was down, hands holding his face, hands that were covered in blood. The sight of blood pulled Warriors from his pause. He landed next to Twilight, grabbing the changed hero by the wrist.

The other gasped, startled by the contact and jerked his head up. There was so much blood, the wound over his eye fresh. He was trembling like a lead, but Warriors didn’t have time to console him since he seized up again into a blurry translucent mess.

Now his hair was cut short, his body more bulked with muscle like they knew Time to be, but his face was still young, mid twenties.

“C-cap… make it stop. Please, I can’t- ha-AHH!”

Another see through static blur and Time was back with them. He looked beyond exhausted, white as a ghost and older… older than he had been that morning before all this happened.

“Wars, I’m gonna be sick.” Time barely had a moment more before he began to puke. Somehow Four already had a bucket waiting. Then again, Four had a tendency to get sick and probably saw it coming.

Twilight helped keep Time up on his knees as Warriors kept his hair out of the way. The others tried not to gather too close, not wanting Time to get claustrophobic, but they were concerned for their leader.

Mouth rinsed, Time abruptly stood, staggering for a moment. Legend had his hands on the man’s back, Sky and Twi at his sides, Wars at his front. He didn’t listen to anyone telling him to take it easy and that he needed to sit down. Instead of sitting, Time’s good eye rolled back and he collapsed forward into Warriors, bringing them both down to the ground.

With the air officially knocked out of him, Warriors wheezed out, “By the Three Sprite, you are heavy!” Some of the tension bled out with that, bringing a chuckle to the boys.

Once checked for injuries, taken out of his armor and cleaned up a bit, Warriors laid his brother back onto his chest in a non crushing way, allowing him to sleep peacefully for the first time since the last time they were at the ranch.

With the moon high in the sky, the forest child stired, waking Warriors. Time was groaning a bit as he pushed himself up off the Captain and out of the embrace.

“Hey, where are you going?” Warriors asked as he saw Time sigh, ears lowered, running the blue fabric through his fingers like he had two decades before. It was a look of longing, a look of still needing or wanting to be close and maybe even protected.

“Too big. Too big and too old.” The simple words cut like a knife. Time thought he was too old to be held close. It was even more of a sign that he was forced into the role of an adult too early. He should have been held as a child, had someone care for him and codle him before he was thrown into his first adventure, but he wasn’t.

Wars sighed. “You aren’t too big or too old to lean on your big brother. Now get back over here Sprite.”

Time looked like he wanted to flop back down where he had been, but he held himself back, going slowly until his head was resting on Warriors chest again, blue scarf around him like it had been when he was twelve.

Warriors carded his fingers through his brother’s hair. “Children are our future, but that doesn’t mean they should have to step into the roles the future holds for them before they are ready. Be a child for a while longer. I have you.”

He didn’t mention how his tunic started to feel wet under Time’s cheek and how he clung to him a little more.

#ao3 writer #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump #linked universe #hero of time #hero of warriors #lu mask #hw mask #lu chain #age regression #time needs a break #and a hug #almost done #didn’t really edit #sorry for any misspelling

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linkhappyface · 1 year ago

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mutuals look AWAY im in my self indulgence era im cringe but im FREE 🦅

okay baby wild(cough bug) headcanons

-such a lil guy. he loves to just lay on someone while they do other stuff and just be there but not really present. much different from normal wild hours where he has to be on the watch for everything snd people expect him to do EVERYTHING. no he is lil dude all he does is lie there.

-fav activity is laying on sidon in the water. the ripples and sidons slow lazy kicking. it puts him right to sleep which he desperately needs all the time.

-has a little seal plush he got in Gerudo Town its his most beloved item and hes never shown it to the chain for fear of getting teases or it getting dirty or hylia forbid broken.

-he gets so quiet when hes small. like hes normally super quiet and uses sign more often than not but hes like silent when hes small. especially when hes trying to push it down and repress those feelings. takes a lot of concentration to focus on being an adult.

-i dont like using the term impure regression so we’re calling it involuntary regression. his regression is almost always involuntary. it happens in response to anxiety, anger, fear. basically any negative emotions can make him small in a snap.

-it took him so long to even tell the others about his regression and even longer to allow himself to regress around any of them. when hes small he mostly just cries, silently. it kind of unnerving because he’ll cry for ages and nothing seems to help or stop it. definitely a trauma thing from all the times hes had to push his emotions down when he was younger.

-hes very sensory when hes small. likes to play in the mud and water and feel everything. and put everything in his mouth.

-his fav when hes small is sidon first but then twi. twi is like a human furnace. seemingly always running hotter than the rest of them for some reason. twi also radiated big brother energy he would take such good carw of the baby

-such a lil guy. literally such a small dude. microscopic. a single celled organisms perchance.

-clearly i love him

i wanna do the rest of them at some point so we’ll see :3

#linked universe #headcanons #linked universe headcanons #lu wild #lu twilight #age regressor #agere #sfw agere #age regression #agere headcanons #fandom agere

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shadedheart138 · 7 months ago

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I Left My Body Lying Somewhere In The Sands Of Time

This piece of writing focuses on a certain coping mechanism that I don't know if everyone is comfortable with, so I'm putting a border up. And here, I will put a definition! "Age regression is a psychological phenomenon that occurs when someone's thoughts, emotions, or behaviors revert to a younger developmental stage. It can be a temporary or long-term response to stress, trauma, or other factors, and it can happen at any age."

So this is NOT A KINK, and I only say this due to the people I know are out there who perceive it as such. People have this in real life. People cope with this in real life. This is just a personal headcanon that I was learning how to write with, and I'm doing my best to know all the research. Please let me know if anything doesn't fit or doesn't seem right or anything that I've gotten wrong, I'm trying to learn.

If you don't want to read it, no one is forcing you to. Be safe, readers!

Time was supposed to be unshakable, wasn't he? Their leader, the man everyone turned to for answers? When something goes wrong, who's the first person everyone knew had the answer to the given problem? Always ready to give advice. Ready to comfort. Old and wise.

So why was he curled in the trunk of an old tree, not feeling old at all?

His adventures had been hell, with time travel. More than double of his lifespan had been spent as a child. But he was in his late thirties now, he was sure, so why did he suddenly feel so small like the world was too big and he wanted to hide? Where was the strong leader people looked for?

He was gone, and a child was left in his place.

Link sniffled and cried, hugging himself. Thankfully they'd been at his and Malon's ranch, so whatever this... this was, was at least occurring in woods he knew were safe. But to someone who felt so small, feeling like the treetops hit the sky, like his memory wasn't quite there or complete, the forest was a maze. Almost like he was nine again. If Time was Time, he'd walk home in five minutes, no problem. But he... Was he Link out of Termina? Link after beating Ganon? Where was the math, what was his age? Would the Mask of Truth show him how old he really was, deep inside?

Was he nine, seventeen, sixteen, eight, five, thirteen, eighteen, or thirty six? That was too many numbers to think of. Masks he could do. He knew them, he wore them, he was the person inside for a bit. Somebody different. Certainly not the mess he was now.

He couldn't walk out, no problem, this time.

Link's hands- at least he knew he was Link, if not anything else. Was that a comfort or a curse? - fumbled at his belt. So many masks usually lined his belt. Where did they all go? The details were fuzzy. Only three of them were still there. At least there were three and they weren't all gone.

He hit his elbow on the tree and instead of flinching, his cries renewed, quiet and confused. Ow, why were even the trees being mean to him today??? It wasn't fair! It wasn't his fault that his limbs were too long and he was too tall and he felt too old to sit here and cry. Brain and body were not the same. Both complex in different ways. All mixed and matched and jumbled. He couldn't quite get a proper grasp on that feeling in the back of his brain, starting to spread and bleed fuzzily into the rest of his consciousness.

Link sniffled and rubbed his eyes. Right, what was he trying to do again? Masks? Ah. The first one he'd ever held.

He unclipped the Deku Mask with shaking, too-big fingers and cradled it gently. Perfect. He sniffled again. " 'M sorry." His voice was thick and small. He then slipped the mask over his face.

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Why did transformations hurt so much? He'd forgotten how much they hurt. He didn't want to hurt. Had he, at some point, gotten used to it? But when had he had the chance to forget, it couldn't have been that long ago?

No matter. Link was maybe a little shorter than he was at nine, with the mask, and that almost cured his sniffles completely. Small in both body and mind, perfect! Matched like Malon's favorite cucco socks! But now what was he going to do, in these woods, in the late hours of the day? It was rapidly getting dark.

Being small wasn't useful in the dark.

And oh, Link didn't like the dark. Things that screamed and cried and took your life lived in the dark. The moon lived in the dark. Majora. Ganon. They all lived in the dark and he was surrounded by it, barely able to see the trees. No fairy to light his way. No song of home faintly heard through the trees to be his guide. Not even a night light.

He burst into tears again.

Link's tears weren't really there, seeing as he was effectively a Deku Scrub. There were no tears to cry. But the frantic breathing was there, the choked sounds in the back of his throat where vocal chords used to be. His hands were clumsy, made of wood, but they were small, how he wanted, needed, felt. How would he get home?

Oh, no no no, Link couldn't go home. They would think he was so silly, Mido would laugh. But was he going home to the Kokiri, or home to Malon? Would Malon think he was silly? His boys?

He didn't want to think of his boys. Link wasn't someone's dad. Being a parent was an adult job. And Link had just made the rule that he wasn't allowed to think of adults, effective immediately. Perfect rule, and rules were to be followed. Rules kept you safe.

So, instead of trying to go home, he scampered off deeper into the woods. He could find fairies, some light. And maybe when he felt better, they could guide him home. Navi always seemed so good at that.

XXX

"Where the fuck is he??" Warriors hissed, looking at the darkness outside. Time had gone out hours ago, claiming he needed firewood. It didn't take hours to gather wood from a stack of wood that was already chopped. He'd seemed a little detached as he told Warriors where he was going, but Warriors had chalked it up to needing some alone time from everything around.

"He jus' fuckin' up an' vanished." Twilight was pacing again. Time wasn't known for just disappearing. Or for saying he was going one place and turning up in another. That was Wild and Hyrule's job. Sometimes Legend's, if he was pissed off enough.

"It's nearly night, don't you think-" Four was cut off by Warriors grabbing his sword.

"I'll go get him. He's somewhere out here. I'll find him. He can't be far."

XXX

Oh, Link was so far away from home, and he wanted to go home NOW. Forget looking silly, the trees were all looking at him and they were mad and there was no moon and he could hear all the noises the forest made. He wanted to go home.

Link made soft, wounded noises, heading this way and that. No fairy bushes, no mushroom lights. No Navi. No Tatl. Just the dark and ohhelpno-

A very small hole he'd wedged a foot into. Had something grabbed him? Link pulled and pulled, but his foot was stuck and tight. Maybe some sort of burrow? He'd know if he was bigger. For sure. Link whined softly. He could hear the forest moving, which meant he had to GO GO GO or else something would find him and snatch him and he'd be gone forever-

Footsteps, quietly crunching, soft to try and not be heard. Link held his breath.

And immediately lost it in a grating sob, unnatural in the transformed body. Link's hands were too clumsy, no matter if they felt the right size. He couldn't magically dig himself out of the burrow-hole. The footsteps were getting faster, more urgent. Link couldn't get up, couldn't get free, one more footstep, Link curled up over himself, two more, hands on his face, covered in dirt one more two more three and four- "Heyyyy, shh. Are you okay?" The voice was warm, calming. As if talking to a frightened, wild animal. "I'm not here to hurt you, just looking for a- Time?" A time? What a funny thing to be looking for. Vaguely, Link recalled that he responded to that name. He paid it no mind, instead continuing to try and wiggle free.

XXX

Warriors looked down at this... Deku Scrub? That clearly seemed to be Time. The scar, the eyes, even the markings had transferred. Time was making an odd rattling noise, sort of like shaking deku nuts in a bottle. Trying to talk? Trying to explain? No. Warriors noted that it was some attempt at Hylian crying, though the body wasn't built for the sound.

Oh, dear.

"Okay, okay, I'll just- I'll try to figure out what's going on, okay? Is- is it some sort of curse? Can I break it? Here let me-" Warriors reached under Time's arms to lift him free, and Time was immediately clinging to him.

XXX

A curse? Was he cursed? Link cried into Warriors' neck. He knew Warriors, knew him from stern talks and warm mugs and being carried when he was too sleepy to walk. Warriors was safe. And he'd brought light with him! Link sniffled again, hands fisted in Warriors' scarf.

Warriors started to pat him down and check him over.

"Are you hurt? Are you okay? You've been gone hours, Time."

Link shook his head. But he didn't answer the second question, nor did he respond much to his name. Warriors found the small dip under Link's chin that meant that he was wearing a mask. Warriors frowned.

"Hey, can you look at me?"

Link looked up at him.

"Are you wearing a mask?" Link nodded slowly.

"Sprite, why? You've told me you don't like using those." Link jolted at the nickname and watched Warriors with wide eyes. 'Helps', Link signed, struggling to properly move his hands the way they should for the sign.

"Helps? With what?" Warriors only got a shrug as an answer.

XXX

Time shuffled to try and lay his head down on Warriors' shoulder, but Warriors gently held his head back up. Time was being so vague. He didn't seem to be fully there, his eyes distant. What could the Deku Mask help that Time couldn't do himself? Time didn't like using masks anymore, he'd said on multiple occasions.

"Can we take the mask off?" Warriors asked, moving his hand to try and get his fingers under it-

Time startled and pushed at his hand, making that same rattling noise he'd made earlier. 'Need it!' Time signed with emphasis, shaking his head.

"Time, c'mon. We've gotta get it off, so you can tell me what's going on."

Time made what was clearly some sort of whine and tried to hide his face in Warriors' neck. Warriors made a startled noise and tilted his head a little to make more space. "Is- is there a reason you can't take it off?" Time didn't answer that one, too busy clinging.

He was acting like a child, frightened and desperate. Warriors put a hand against Time's head, holding him close. "What's going on, Time? I'm just worried." Time made an unhappy noise at the name, and Warriors was sort of freaking out inside. He hadn't seen anything like this, where someone who was normally a functioning adult acted and sounded like a child-

Oh, wait. He had.

Back in the war, once things were starting to simmer down. The nightmares and flashbacks were terrible for many people. And Warriors had seen many a person cry and wail and ask for a parent. He had seen them draw and play in a safe tent. He had watched them seem at ease for the first time in a long time. He couldn't recall what Proxi had called it, but he knew it was some form of coping. Something to make them feel safe.

Time... maybe that's what Time was facing, now. The overwhelming feeling of being small and vulnerable again. These dark woods were no place for a child, whether only in mind or not.

"Alright, Link. I'm gonna need you to take off the mask for just a little while, okay? I've gotta talk to you and need to make sure you can talk back. It might hurt, and it might not make you feel great, but I've gotta check you over. Then, if you want, you can put it right back on."

Warriors softened his voice, hoping that he'd listen.

Time- Link. He could call him Link for now. Just in case.

Link sniffled and cried... and put his hands up to take off the mask. It came off quick, and as soon as it unlatched from Link's face it fell to the ground, and Warriors was met with wailing. He'd been right, the rattling sound had been an attempt at crying.

Now with an armful of a very heavy man, Warriors grunted a little and made to sit down. Link wound up in his lap, shaking and visibly trying to make himself small as he fisted a handful of Warriors' scarf.

"Hey, hey. Okay, see, wasn't so bad. I'm gonna check you over now, okay?" Warriors started gently moving Link's body to make sure that all the nicks that'd been in the Deku Scrub body had been scars and not cuts. Finding that that was the case, Warriors then gave him a hug.

"Alright, good. You're not hurt. Can you..."

Should he really ask this question, was this an invasive ask, would he be mad-

"Can you tell me how old you are? Or how old you feel?"

Warriors bit his lip, rocking Link gently back and forth, waiting for an answer. Link gave a wounded noise and shook his head, closing his eyes and pressing at them. Worth a shot.

"Okay, can you talk to me at all? Tell me why you were so far out here all alone?"

Link visibly tried to gather himself.

" 'S hard." He whispered, voice thick and upset. Link started crying a little harder, and Warriors was quick to console him.

"No, no, no, Sprite, it's okay. You don't have to talk if you can't. I can do without. Can you sign okay? Just give me a simple yes with your hands, if so." Link signed a shaky 'yes' and then moved to hide his face again.

"Okay, buddy. Do you think we can go home now?" Link shook his head, his tears soaking Wars' shoulder. "Why not?"

Link's hands were hard to read, as he shook and clung to Warriors. Warriors caught half-made signs of 'sleepy', 'scared', and 'can't'. He sighed and moved to rest his back against a tree.

"Alright, Link. We'll just sit here until you feel better, okay?"

#linked universe #fanfiction #linkeduniverse #angst #time lu #this was hard to get the nerve to post #I know there's people out there who don't like this and that's fine #age regression #but!#I'm a safe space for literally anything #I've seen and heard too much to not be accepting #just stay safe y'all #I did my best #I might make more if it's well received #also the title is a pun I hope you know

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genderfluideadpool · 2 years ago

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i love drawing the gerudo outfit so much its so nice looking😭😭

the younger ones of the chain(and twilight🙄) asked him to play the villian in their little game and he agreed

this exists in the future in my mind when theyre all BUDDIES😭😭

#eldritch wild #eldritch wild fanart #lu wild #fanart #linkeduniverse #linked universe #linkeduniverse tears of the kingdom #age regression

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biblicallyinaccuratespoons · 10 months ago

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Have a little Legend age regression fic as a gift because you're a good person :]

It surprised nobody that Legend woke up feeling little. His nightmares had been worse than usual the night before, and his screams of agony hadn't only been from emotional pain. So, in a way, many breathed a sigh of relief that the protective fog of childhood had swept over their brother's mind.

Sky awoke to the feeling of spindly arms strong with lithe muscle circling around his arm, and the sound of muffled sobbing by his shoulder. Instantly, he knew who it was. Legend, his little brother, the snazzy veteran with a soft bunny's heart, now a child's mind in a weathered adult body.

"Hi there, little bunny. Do you wanna cuddle?" Sky whispered softly, his voice slightly gravelly due to it being early morning.

Legend raised his head, revealing bloodshot eyes filled with tears and pain. The boy barely spared a second to nod before he flung his arms around Sky's waist and burrowed his face into the soft, squishy fat of the older man's chest. He let out a small, happy noise when Sky sleepily held him close, weaving fingers through his strawberry blonde locks. Though, it didn't calm the gentle shivers that wracked through Legend's body, nor the tears that seeped into the other man's tunic.

"Everything okay?" Sky whispered, shifting a little to cover them both with his sailcloth.

"Mmmh... 'urts." Legend groaned, voice muffled by the chest he's resting on, but pained.

"Oh, poor thing..." Sky ducked his head forward, planting a gentle kiss on his brother's hairline. If anything, it made the boy cling to him harder, weeping openly now.

"It's okay, sweetie... you can cry, you're safe. It's okay..."

"I- I dun'- I don'wanna hurt... can- can you make th'urt go 'way?" Legend sobbed, voice shaking and hitching. His shoulders shuddered with every breath, eyes squinting open as he looked up at Sky.

Another presence approached slowly. With a signature smell of hay and goats with an undertone of dark magic, Twilight carefully sat down beside the pair.

"Hey hun, could ya drink this for me? It'll make ya feel better, promise!" Twilight said softly, offering a small potion vial housing a light pink elixr. Legend's go-to pain killer for when his joints were acting up.

Legend lifted his face off Sky's chest and eyed the liquid suspiciously. His nose scrunched with disgust. "Taste bad..."

"Mhm, I know, honey, I know. But if you drink it, you won' be in pain no more." Twilight's soft tone sank with pity. Then he leaned down, whispering like he was telling a secret. "If ya drink it, I'll ask Wild to make some apple crumble. Deal?"

Legend lay there for a few more seconds, and both Sky and Twilight waited patiently. Things took a little longer to process in his little mindset, but nobody minded. They just waited in silence as the cogs turned in his head, and he eventually pushed himself up, snatched the vial out of Twilight's hands, and downed it in one gulp. He gagged a little before he flopped down, back onto the mattress Sky had become.

They half expected Legend to say something else, but he'd already passed out again.

"Guess we're not moving anywhere today, huh?" Sky whispered with no amnosity behind his words, merely running a hand up and down Legend's spine in a way he hoped was soothing. Judging by his content sigh, it was effective.

"I'll go let the old man and the captain know. Get some rest, Sky." Twilight whispered back, ruffling Legend's hair affectionately and patting Sky on the shoulder.

So he did, slipping quickly into a peaceful slumber. For all he liked his personal space, Legend was actually quite a good hugger.

...

Poke.

"Sky." Poke.

"Sky! Wake up!" Pokepokepokepoke-

"Mmgh?" He groaned, half opening an eye to find Legend staring at him, face almost uncomfortably close. His face was poked again. "Oh, hi! D'ya need anything?"

"Can-" Legend paused, biting his lip and looking away. He shuffled backwards slightly.

"Hm? What's up, buddy?" Sky propped himself up with his elbows, tilting his head slightly.

"Can-youtellmeastoryplease-" He spoke quickly, looking away afterwards.

Sky's heart melted, and he barely resisted the urge to scoop the veteran up like a remlit and plop him on his lap. Instead, he just gave the boy a soft smile. "Of course! Have I ever told you about the time-"

And then he delved into a story- age appropriate, of course- and though it was fairly tame, Sky's deep storytelling voice carried across camp and before long, most of the chain had gathered around.

Legend stuck close by Sky, who'd taken a break from dramatic storytelling to eat an omelette, as all of the others took it in turns to tell tales of their lives. Wind told epic adventures of endless oceans and ancient sages (nobody questioned when it brought Time to tears). Wild shared frankly insane moments from his adventure, from tumbling down snowy mountains after his shield broke to diving into Death Mountain to tame a giant possessed robot. Time spoke of playing games with mysterious children within the Moon (nobody believed it for a second).

Hours passed this way, just laughing and telling life stories. It was almost enough to just pretend Legend had regressed only because he'd been feeling little and not because nightmares had woken him up screaming many times that night. The veteran showed no signs of recollection; he was happy, content to just be little and let his brothers care for him. He sat patiently while Wind and Warriors braided flowers into his hair, speaking very little but making excited noises whenever pleased. Wind couldn't imagine anything other than his little sister, but the comparison made his heart melt regardless.

Eventually, Wild had decided to start making the promised apple crumble. His plan had initially been to just slip away and make it in peace, but Legend had other plans.

"I wanna help! Can I cut the apples?" He asked earnestly, poking his head over Wild's shoulder.

"Sure! Just be very careful, okay? Don't be afraid to ask for help." Wild responded with a warm smile, handing the little veteran an apple and one of his blunter knives.

Legend nodded eagerly and scurried off. He placed the apple in his lap and chopped it with very precise cuts considering his mental age. It was good! He went back and forth to Wild with handfuls of chopped apple. Until he cut himself.

It had been an accident; he got carried away and cut too far and sliced the skin of his palm. At first, Legend just stared. Staring...

Then he burst into tears, cupping the injured hand with the other and holding them close to his chest.

"Woah- hey buddy, you okay?" Hyrule, being the closest, rushed over to help. His hands hovered awkwardly, with him not being used to dealing with crying children.

"M-m-my- my hand!" Legend wailed, turning to Hyrule with tears in his eyes. His little state... isn't good with handling pain.

"Hey, hey, it's okay! Gimme your hand, I'll show you something cool." Hyrule offered his hand, keeping a smile on his face. This tone seemed to work whenever Twilight cared for little Legend, so hopefully it'll be good-?

Sniffing, Legend slowly put his hurt hand in Hyrule's. With a small hum from the curly haired traveller, his palm lit up in a refreshing mint hue and all pain evaporated from the (admittedly small) wound. Legend watched in wonder, eyes sparkling. Hyrule just smiled and gave it a small, gentle kiss. What he wasn't expecting was for Legend to flop forward into his arms, face buried in the crook of his neck and the veteran's own arms latched around his waist.

"Thankyou!" Legend's voice, a little muffled, called out. His previous fear was replaced by warmth and an intense need to hug someone, but Hyrule didn't mind.

By now Wild had enough apples for now, so set them all in his cooking pot with a generous amount of brown sugar and cinnamon. Stirring occasionally, he let the mixture simmer over a low flame while he crumbled together flour, sugar, and butter. By the time it'd reached a nice consistency, the apple chunks had softened and the sugar had melted them slightly into a bubbling mixture. Deciding it's good enough, Wild crumbled the now crumbly dough over the top, finishing it off with brown sugar and oats. He then threw a little dirt over the fire, placing another pot over the top and placing ashes on top of that.

By the time he'd turned around, the scene was completely changed. Hyrule was gently rocking Legend back and forth while the boy clung to him happily, the traveller awkwardly looking to Wind for confirmation he was doing something right. Four and Sky sat beside eachother under a tree, with Four reading a book while Sky carved something out of wood. Warriors and Twilight were... wrestling??? For some reason, and Time was goading them on instead of stopping them.

You know what? Not his circus, not his monkeys. Actually, what is a monkey...? Ah whatever. Wild decided to just sit by Hyrule, Legend, and Wind. He contemplated just taking a nap, but decided against it. A burnt apple crumble would probably crumble (heh) Legend's fragile mental state into dust.

...

Long story short, everyone loved it. Legend burst into tears again and hugged Wild so tight he might've bruised a rib, but did he care? Absolutely not. He made his brother happy, and that's what mattered.

In fact, it was enough to soothe the veteran into a light snooze, which ended up trapping Wild. But, upon waking, Legend decided that maybe he was ready to be an adult again.

He can finally take on his responsibilities, knowing his brothers have his back.

- your eeby sleeby mutual (please be kind, I haven't written any age regression fics before, I just think the concept is sweet)

: O

oh my gosh!!! this is so sweet!!!! (you literally had me nearly crying and pacing my house afterwards)

for your first one i'm astounded!! it's adorable!!! (also i feel as though you have read "Tiny Bunny in his Burrow, Gazing up at the Sky")

i loved this so much thank you so much!! you have spurred me on to continue my Little Legend writings!

i hope you have a wonderful day and have a cookie and a hug if you like those.

and here's a sketch from one of my favourite moments:

okay i'm going to stop rambling now, but just know you made my entire week! (i received this when i wasn't doing great and you kinda just turned everything around,)

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mothfables · 5 months ago

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Tumble

Legend falls down the stairs

Sky sighed, relaxing into the soft cushions of his chair. It had been far too long since he’d sat in a decent chair. That was one thing he disliked about adventures, he mused, you went so long with only the basic necessities.

Several of his brothers lounged around him, taking advantage of the rare opportunity of being in one of their own’s home.

This time they were in Warriors’ apartment in his Castle Town. The captain had graciously allowed them full use of the space while they were there and the group of heroes was taking full advantage of the space, comfortable furniture, and hot water.

Today, the older heroes were relaxing in the living room, sharing idle conversation while the younger ones played some sort of game upstairs. Sky could hear laughter and pounding footsteps overhead. He wasn’t sure what it was they were doing, but at least they seemed to be having fun.

He flicked an ear in Twilight’s direction as the other man pulled himself to his feet and headed to the kitchen, saying something about snacks. Sky simply hummed in reply and sunk further into the cushions, his eyes slipping closed as he relaxed.

Suddenly there was a yelp and the sound of something heavy tumbling down the stairs. Sky was up and moving in a flash, racing towards the noise.

Upon reaching the stairs, he found Legend sprawled at the bottom, eyes wide. The younger hero’s lip trembled as he hiccuped and let out a faint whine, eyes finding Sky’s, who startled at the realization that he was looking at a very small Legend in that moment and felt his chest squeeze.

“Oh, baby,” he breathed, kneeling down and reaching out to cup pale cheeks. Legend hiccuped again. “Shh, shh, it’s okay. That was scary, huh?”

“Shit- is he alright?” Warriors asked from behind him. He glanced back to see his brothers gathered in the hallway, looking on worriedly. Wars put a hand on his shoulder as he leaned closer to get a better look at Legend.

”He had a bad scare,” Sky murmured. He gently pulled his baby brother close only for Legend to let out a pained whine, eyes still wide and lost. “What’s wrong, baby bird?”

Legend only gave a tiny shake of his head, pressing closer.

Sky exchanged a look with Wars before pushing to his feet and hoisting Legend carefully up on his hip, ignoring the quiet gasp at the movement. Together they led the rest of their brothers (the younger boys creeping down the stairs after them) back to the living room, where Sky set Legend down on a stool by the fireplace. He set to fussing and cooing while Warriors went to find his medical kit and shoo the other heroes away to give Legend space, as he hated being crowded, no matter his age.

Then he was back, kneeling down by Legend’s side to look him over. “Can you tell me what hurts, honeybun?”

Legend sniffled. His brothers waited patiently; he had a hard time with words when he was small, and his fall wouldn’t have made it any easier.

“Mm- mmmuh, mmy sh- mmy ssshh-shuh,” an inhale followed by a frustrated sound. Legend hunched his shoulders only to hiss in pain.

“Your shoulders hurt?” Wars asked, voice soft. Legend gave a small nod. “Is it okay if I touch your back? I gotta know exactly where it hurts so i can help.”

Legend bit his lip, hesitant, but nodded. Wars smiled. “I’ll be as careful as I can, I promise.”

He lifted a hand and set it gently on Legend’s back, between his shoulder blades- only for Legend to flinch away with a whimper.

Sky watched as Warriors’ brow furrowed in a frown. His brother glanced at him then back to the boy between them.

“Hey, honey… would you be okay with us taking your tunic off so we can see your back?”

Another moment of hesitation before Legend nodded again.

Sky breathed out, relieved. For a moment he’d worried Legend would refuse or make a fuss - nevermind that he hated the very idea of throwing any sort of fit when he was small. He worked with Wars to unbutton Legend’s dark green undertunic and pull his arms through to let it sit around his waist. The boy visibly shivered at the feeling of air against his skin despite the fire behind him.

Then Wars made a sharp sound, quickly cut off, causing Sky’s eyes to snap to him in alarm. The captain’s gaze was trained on Legend’s back. Warily, Sky shifted to look. He immediately bit back a gasp.

Legend’s shoulders were a mess of bruising: red darkening to purple blossomed across his skin like a macabre bouquet. Tearing his gaze away, Sky noticed similar bruising on his lower back.

“Wars,” he murmured, gesturing as discreetly as he could. Wars followed his gaze and grimaced. He swallowed before reaching into his medical bag to pull out a bottle of red potion and a scrap of fabric.

“Alright, bud, you’ve got some bad bruising back here. I’ve got a red potion that I’m gonna put on it; it might feel a little funny but it’ll make your back feel better. You can hold on to Sky if you want, okay?”

Legend gave a timid nod, reaching out to hold on to Sky’s sleeve with a trembling hand. Sky covered it with his own, hoping to reassure him. He murmured comforting words as he watched Wars pour some of the potion onto the cloth before beginning to dab it over Legend’s back.

The boy didn’t react much more than flinching at the first brush of cloth on skin, but Sky could hear him grinding his teeth as he visibly strained to remain still. The older hero rubbed circles into his hand, trying to help him stay calm.

Thankfully it only took a few moments before Warriors pulled away, cloth in hand. He cast an appraising eye over Legend’s back before nodding.

“Alright, that should kickstart the healing, but I want him to spend some time without putting any strain on his back. I’d prefer if he was lying down, as well, just to make sure.” Sky hummed in acknowledgement. “I also want to put some cold packs on those bruises to help keep the swelling down.”

Sky pursed his lips, thinking, before he lit up. “Why don’t I take up him up for a nap?” At the captain’s questioning look, he elaborated, “It’s quieter upstairs, not to mention easier to keep nosy worrywart heroes out.”

He inclined his head back toward the doorway of the room with a wink, where he knew their brothers were trying to pretend they weren’t watching (poorly, he might add).

Wars followed his gaze and snorted, then shook his head. “You make good points. Give me a moment to put these away and grab an ice rod and some cloths, then I’ll help you bring him upstairs.”

Sky nodded. “I’ll help Lege put his tunic back on. You go do what you need to do and deal with our flock of concerned cuccos.”

There was a flurry of offended squawks from the other room and the two of them shared a smirk. Then Wars was gathering up his bag and standing, giving Legend a gentle pat on the shoulder, well away from the bruises. “Be right back, honeybun.”

Legend gave a tired sniff in response. Sky cooed and carefully helped him pull his arms through his sleeves. When he moved to do up the buttons at his collar, Legend winced with a small whine. Sky immediately pulled his hands back with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, baby. Is it too tight?” Legend nodded. “Okay, we’ll leave those undone then. Good job, you’re being so brave.”

Wars came back then, smiling at the pink dusting Legend’s cheeks. “Ready to head up, then?”

“I think so! What about you, little bird?”

Legend bit his lip before nodding. He tugged on Sky’s sleeve, whispering, “Ssuh- Ssky, c-carry?”

Sky melted. “Of course, baby. I’m so proud of you for asking.”

Legend squeaked, the tips of his ears going pink to match his cheeks. He held out his arms towards the older hero, making grabby hands. Sky was quick to (carefully) scoop him up, settling him on his hip and pressing a kiss to soft hair as Wars led them upstairs towards one of the bedrooms.

“Here you go. You get him settled while I make some cold cloths, alright?”

Sky nodded and moved over to the bed, intending to set Legend down, only for the little boy in his arms to cling with a huffing whine.

“You gotta lay down, baby bird,” he sighed. Legend only shook his head. Sky ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. Legend laid his head on his shoulder with a little sigh.

Sky blinked down at him. “…oh. You want to nap together, huh?”

Legend let out an affirming sound, making him chuckle.

“Alright, little bird, we’ll take a nap together. Let me just-” he shuffled to sit on the bed and shift Legend to his lap. “You gotta lay on your tummy, okay? We don’t want you to hurt your back more.”

It took a moment before the two of them were settled in bed- Sky propped up against the pillows with Legend on his chest. Sky hummed softly, and he felt more than heard his baby bird trying to copy him, quiet little hums and squeaks sending vibrations through his chest.

They lay there for a few minutes as Legend slowly started to doze off, squeaks drifting towards snores that had Sky pressing a kiss to his hair.

Wars turned around from the dresser where he’d been using the ice rod to make cold packs and smiled at the sight that greeted him. Sky gave him a small wave, hands resting lightly on the middle of Legend’s back, careful of the bruising.

Wars picked up the packs and moved over to the bed to set them on the bedside table. He reached over for a moment to smooth pink locks away from a pale face; Legend gave a quiet sigh and leaned into the gesture.

The older hero allowed himself a fond smile before picking up one of the packs and placing it gently across his shoulder blades. The boy shivered at the feeling, whining softly. Sky quickly soothed him by threading a gentle hand through his hair. The rest of the packs quickly followed suit, finding places on Legend’s shoulders or lower back, each followed by a shiver that had his brothers frowning sympathetically.

“Leave those on for about twenty minutes. After that, we’ll wait two hours before we put them back on. We don’t want to damage his skin any more than it already is,” Wars told Sky. “I’ll come back to check on him and see how he’s doing in twenty minutes, alright?”

His brother nodded and continued running his hand through Legend’s hair. Wars gave them one last smile before turning away to leave them to nap in peace.

Next ->

#moth’s tales #linked universe #lu legend #little bunny #lu sky #lu warriors #lu agere #linked universe agere #linked universe fanfiction #fanfiction #sfw agere #age regression #hurt/comfort #field medic wars

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midnightfibberr · 2 months ago

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Age regression drabble ideas!

Pls comment on this post or send me a message with ideas for new age regression drabbles! I am running low 🫰🏼

I write for:

- One Direction

- Daddy Harry, Liam, Zayn

- Baby Louis, Niall

- Baby Original Female Character / Reader

- Alternate Universe: Littles Are Known

Would be willing to swap around any of these if you were interested in something I haven’t written!

My forte:

- Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Crying, Big emotions, Being naughty/punishments, Gentle but firm caregiver, Little outwardly fighting regression but inwardly wanting it, Littles Are Known trope ❤️‍🩹

I don’t write:

- Sexual age play or anything of the like

AO3 linked in bio 🧸

#ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #harry styles #age regression #ao3 #harry styles fanfiction #infantilism #louis tomlinson #liam payne #zayn malik #niall horan #one direction #1d #fanfic request

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jjtheresidentbaby · 3 months ago

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regressuary day 2: hurt no comfort

» for @regressuary & link to bingo card here

» rg!vi & cg!caitlyn (cait’s only mentioned)

» summary: vi is in a bad state after another late night out

» tags: vi centric, pit fighter vi, drinking, bad habits, crying, set season 2, not canon compliant, tw for death/suicide mention

A bottle topples over and pours dark liquid onto the hardwood as Vi stumbles further into her apartment, another bottle hits her foot before it rolls and clanks into the side of her metal bed frame. The sounds send shocks of pain through her skull as she flops onto her unmade bed.

There’s a pounding in her head and an ache behind her eyes that makes the all familiar thought appear in her head: I’ll never drink again- she tells herself like she did last night and the night before that one. It’s been months of fighting for money, blowing it all on booze, getting black out drunk, crawling her way home, promising herself she’d quit, and re-doing it all over again the next day. She’s a mess. It’s getting numbing at this point.

In the distant part of Vi’s mind she can hear Cait’s voice telling her to clean up before bed like she did those nights Vi crashed at the Kiramman residence and Caitlyn stepped into the caregiver role when Vi slipped without meaning to. She hates herself for thinking about those nights, for longing for them, but how could anyone blame her?

Everything was okay back then. She had Cait, they were working to save Powder, trying to take down Silco, Vi was able to regress for the first time in ages, and despite all the chaos going on, she felt alright. Things seemed to be looking up until- no. She won’t think about it.

Regretfully, Vi shakes her head and turns over to curl her knees up towards her chest. She wishes Cait was here. Tears start to slip from her eyes as she feels herself drop into her regressed state, only longing for her past caregiver more and more.

There’s nothing comforting about where she is now. Her body is bruised, her mind muddled with bad memories, her environment is cold and bare, and even the sound of the city outside that usually helps calm Vi does nothing but make her cry harder. She’s beat her fists red and screamed herself til her throat was scratchy and done everything she can think to do and yet— she can’t forget.

Every touch her and Cait shared, every story Cait read aloud to her, every cutesy nickname she pulled out, every night they spent cuddled together in Caitlyn’s enormous bed, everything. It plays in a horrible loop in Vi’s head. She wishes she could switch her brain off, even just for a night.

“Mm.” Her body betrays her and a small whimper makes its way out of her throat as she tugs the thin blanket on her bed around herself. It’ll get better tomorrow, she lies to herself, knowing nothing will feel okay until she has Cait in her life again.

This downward spiral will only continue until she drinks herself to death or one of her opponents knocks her out for good. Her little mind only wails harder at the prospect of her dying alone but sleep is starting to take over, seemingly the only grace the universe is allowing her.

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asterias-corner · 11 months ago

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🐰 ~Age/petre! Legend mood board~ 🌺

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Art creds to @/linkeduniverse

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brightside-brigade · 6 days ago

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★☆~Welcome to the Brightside Brigade!!! This blog is run by the host of the system, though a few others occasionally post. If you want to read more about the system and it's members, click the post linked after the intro and byf stuff!~☆★

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Hiya!! My name is Jack, but you can call me Bright or Brighteyes! I'm a Dr Bright fictive and this is my blog! I post just about anything here, various interests, stuff about my alterhumanity or our system, shit post, and all around just be me! (《Please note I have autism, anxiety, and depression! So if my posts are ever erratic or sound off, that's why! There may also be slumps in posting! Thank you for understanding 》)

I'm bodily 22, and transmasc, plus neo/xeno hoarder. My pronouns are he/him, they/them, nya/nyas, and... probably more neos to come!

I'm arospec due to autism (not feeling/understanding emotions the same way an NT being might), and omnisexual with a masc lean. I'm currently in an in-sys relationship and I'm uncertain about adding anything external at the moment! However, playful flirting is allowed via anons so long as you're also 18+. I'm a grown ass man.

I love my source, mascot horror and analog Horror, or digital horror, resident Evil, and horror in general! Especially things like Welcome Home! Non horror things I love include pokemon, minecraft, Steven Universe, mlp and more!! I also like toys, such as lps and plushies! I hoard both. I like to draw and make bracelets! But I'm not the best at them, the knots are hard to tie. ^^"

I'm also a furry and age regressor. My agere blog will be linked below as well.

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My ID's for that are as follows:

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YKINMKATO

supports all non human identites, including physical, p-shifters, and CLCZs

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You can enjoy media with problematic themes. You don't need to "acknowledge" or "enjoy it critically,"

Shipcourse is fucking stupid.

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IRL nsfw blogs

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if your blog is heavily discourse centered

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Believe in narcissistic abuse or demonize personality disorders in general

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timesorceror · 3 months ago

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If you've found this list of fic recs via my Dreamling Fic Recs Masterpost, then you know this list is one of many.

However, if you came upon this list some other way, then know that it is in no way an exhaustive archive of the best of the best in Dreamling (especially since Tumblr posts have a link limit of 100 inline links per post). For the full spiel about how this list came to be and a link to my Google Doc with the most up-to-date full list, please see the Masterpost for details.

All you need to know is that this list works sort of like a menu at a restaurant. You're here to eat at Restaurant Dreamling, and the item categories on this menu are series written various authors.

Some are complete series, most are not.

Some series I have highlighted only my personal favorite fics, while others I recommend as-is. Most series don't have summaries on AO3, so I wrote a few of them myself, but I did copy them over when they were available. A few series recs that contain miscellaneous fics have one or two main tags that are the primary attraction of the fic which they're attached to.

I hope that explanation was enough to get you hungry for some tasty Dreamling fics, and may you have a wonderful dining experience!

acadethicc

that one amnesia post is now a cinematic universe [All Teen Works]

The only thing [Hob] remembers is the 1389 encounter. For all he knows, he woke up in the future, and a Very Hot Mysterious Guy claims he is immortal. Dream takes it upon himself to help Hob during this time, maybe realizing some of his own feelings in the process.

AceDragonType

Besties Hob & Death [Contains some Teen Works]

In which Hob and Death become friends over the course of his many deaths. He also becomes friends with her little brother Dream, and eventually more than friends. They hang out, get coffee, and are generally very cute and adorable.

Aetheltrythh

It never ends well. Or does it? [All Explicit Works]

Dream struggles with his traumas post-Fishbowl, so Hob helps Dream with some of his issues using shibari. They do some bondage and some bonding, and learning how to give over parts of yourself to someone you trust with all that you are.

Anonymous

Sandmännchen [General Audiences]

Dream is having trouble dealing with his trauma post-fishbowl. Hob figures out that Dream is going through age regression to cope, and so he sets out to help Dream with hugs and toys and lots of cuddles.

Sweet Dream [Contains some Explicit Works]

A collection of Dreamling fics containing:

• Replay [7 Chapters | 8,764 words] (Dream Sex, Dom/Sub) • To the Victor [6 Chapters | 24,532 words] (Hob is Hope of the Endless) • Other Names for Roses [2 Chapters | 9,538 words] (Omegaverse / Medieval AU) • Nothing So Crude [4,333 words] (Omegaverse / Regency AU)

apocryphal

Cottagecore [Contains some Teen Works]

The love story of a fae prince and a hedgewitch in the middle ages.

Ardin

In Secret I Love Thee Universe [Contains some Explicit Works]

Arranged Marriage AU. Modern Setting. Dream always knew he’d have an arranged marriage, so when it looks clear that his mother has settled on Robert Gadling, he figures he should get to know the man some, even if it goes completely against tradition to do so.

Aria_Lerendeair

Hopefully [Contains some Mature Works]

Hob is the anthropomorphic personification of Hope and the newest Endless. He has a lot of learning, a lot of growing, and a lot of change to deal with.

aWordyBody

What Magic Art Is This? [All Explicit Works]

Morpheus is a prolific theatre director who possibly cares way too much about art. Hob is a stagehand who just wants steady work at the same theatre, year after year.

Bacota

Chef!Hob au [Contains some Explicit Works]

Dream hires a private chef to help take some of the pressure off of caring for Orpheus. He does not factor in the possibility that he might fall for said chef. Not that this is a problem, technically.

BeatnikFreak

transatlanticism [Contains some Explicit Works]

Fifteen years after Dream left Hob, they bump into one another on a New York street. They have a beautifully smutty hook up, and then engage in some electronic penpal activity.

to take care of me [Contains some Explicit Works]

Of course Dream would come to Hob Gadling if he were in need of comfort. It is simply that Dream of the Endless is not a creature of comfort. Eventually, Hob Gadling manages to convince Dream otherwise.

behold_me

birds of a feather [All Explicit Works]

After their disastrous 1889 meeting, Jessamy decides to interfere in her master’s affairs, arranging a second meeting where Dream and Hob reconcile by having sex on Dream’s throne. Eventually Hob saves Dream from the fishbowl, they get married, and Hob gets to meet the family, in that order.

behold_me, The_KickIt_Domain

the poetry between stars [Contains some Explicit Works]

Suffering from writer's block and broken from a bad relationship, children's book author and illustrator Dream retreats to the small, beachside town of New Haven. He'd never have guessed that the town's vibrant, eclectic coffeeshop owner, Hob Gadling, would be the glue that puts him back together.

BuckytheDucky

last name [Contains some Mature Works]

Hob is in Las Vegas for a friend's stag party. Morpheus is in Las Vegas for his ex-wife's bridal shower. A night of drinking and commiserating is all the two plan for. Life has a funny way of derailing plans.

chaosheadspace

The Library Idiots [Contains some Explicit Works]

Dream Olympiou, freshly hired subject librarian, stirs up the sleepy reading rooms and Hob's life with a personality that leaves much to be desired and a body that's got fine written all over it. Hob is in for an adventure long overdue, including misunderstandings, shushed feelings, and checked out brains (and arses).

charinabook

Dream and Hob (600 years of pining) [Contains some Explicit Works]

Dream goes with Hob to one of his classes, gets hot and bothered about it, and there is some desk sex. Also he freaks out a little when he learns about Hob’s chronic pain, but it turns out alright in the end.

CourfeyracFredMariusCratchit

House at Pooh Corner [Contains some Explicit Works]

When two boys become fast friends, their fathers are tossed together by circumstances. They stay together by choice.

cuubism

Wish [Contains some Explicit Works]

Despite all reason and belief, Dream is pregnant with a half-Endless baby. It's all a lot more complicated than Hob was expecting.

dancinbutterfly

They Kinked So Hard They Self-Actualized Themselves Pregnant [Contains some Explicit Works]

Hob and Dream indulge in some breeding kink. Like a lot of breeding kink, with dream sex and consentacles. Then suddenly there is a child, and Dream complains to Desire about it.

dancinbutterfly, Moorishflower

Fuckboi Hob [Contains some Explicit Works]

Dream is in need of a date to his family dinner. The more objectionable, the better. So he puts out a listing, and Hob Gadling, tattooed parolee in recovery, is the one who answers.

Darci

Black Coffee [All Teen Works]

Sandman stories set in a human!AU, in which Hob and Morpheus meet at a coffeeshop and become friends - and more.

Delta_Pavonis

Knight Rhythms [Contains some Explicit Works]

A collection of Dreamling fics containing:

• Good Knight [748 words] (Fantasy AU / Knight x King AU) • Stay the Knight [2,663 words] (Fantasy AU / Knight x King AU) • find in me your rhythm [9,064 words] (Dancer Dream + Drummer Hob / Fantasy AU) • Sonata in D [454 words] (Dancer Dream + Drummer Hob / Fantasy AU) • Fanfare [1,072 words] (Dancer Dream + Drummer Hob / Fantasy AU) • Metronome [975 words] (Dancer Dream + Drummer Hob / Fantasy AU) • Tremolo [1,228 words] (Dancer Dream + Drummer Hob / Fantasy AU) • Crescendo [1,181 words] (Dancer Dream + Drummer Hob / Fantasy AU) • Sympathetic Vibrations [6,628 words] (Dancer Dream + Drummer Hob / Fantasy AU) • Quaternion [5 Chapters | 16,767 words] (Fantasy AU / Doppleganger)

Not Immune to the Horse Girl Hob AU [All Explicit Works]

Centaur Dream saves Hob from being attacked by a boar. He is rewarded for his services as Hob allows him to watch him finish jacking off. Later, a very enthusiastic size queen Hob eventually services him.

Wood + Glass [Contains some Explicit Works]

When Hob accepts Dream’s response to his video for a fake relationship, he does not anticipate that the fake relationship would become real, or so deeply, incredibly horny. Not that he can complain.

Dira Sudis (dsudis)

A Condition of Complete Simplicity (Costing Not Less Than Everything) [Contains some Mature Works]

Continuity-connected fics in which Dream is varying states of fucked up. There is angst and fluff and many doses of hugs. Hob helps sometimes.

A Well-Ordered Love Story [Contains some Explicit Works]

Dream is a homebody who orders his groceries via an app. Robert “Hob” Gadling is a shopper who usually picks up his order, and through this, they get to know one another and form a sweet, loving relationship.

Dream Problems [Contains some Explicit Works]

Dream thinks of Hob while trapped in the fishbowl, and when he visits Hob after escaping, he realizes that he wants to make those fantasies a reality. Hob is actually very okay with this, though he does insist on some kink negociation afterwards.

Never Refuse You [Contains some Explicit Works]

In 1689, Dream takes Hob on a tour of the Dreaming and grants him a title, and there is also smut. This changes very little for their meetings in the Waking because Hob’s Waking and Dreaming memories remain separate. One day after Dream’s return post-Fishbowl, he asks for those memories to merge. And this… changes the course of everything.

everythingisconnected

Hob gets rest [All Explicit Works]

Hob has trouble sleeping, and Dream decides to help. By having sex. It is surprisingly effective.

foxish_nonsense

Safe Haven [All Teen Works]

When Dream cannot go back to the Dreaming after escaping the Fishbowl, he must instead drop in on an old friend. After he has recovered both his tools and repaired his realm, he returns to reassured said friend that all is well, to mixed success.

frihetkanske

One for Jessamy [Contains some Explicit Works]

Hob and Dream reconcile after Dream escapes the Fishbowl, and some time later Jessamy is returned to her rightful place by Dream’s side.

GalaxyDreamStories

Accidental Alpha [All Explicit Works]

When he left the White Horse in 1389, Morpheus did not expect to see Hob Gadling for another 100 years. He expects Hob to beg for death, especially living as an omega. Hob’s dreams apparently have other ideas.

hardly_an_escape

Trilobites & Tuxedos [Contains some Explicit Works]

The soft and sometimes smutty domestic adventures of Hob Gadling and Dream of the Endless.

honeyteacakes

Dreamling Fics [Contains some Teen Works]

A collection of Dreamling fics containing:

• In My Solitude [3,886 words] (Getting Together / First Kiss) • Coffee for Two [2,120 words] (Coffee / Falling In Love) • Small Pleasures [2 Chapters | 4,138 words] (Idiots to Lovers / Getting Together) • proceed with what you're leading me to [5,038 words] (Witch Dream / Professor Hob)

IcePhoenix96

I'm Gonna Be (100 years) [All Explicit Works]

A certain Endless and human immortal are each other’s one constant for many years. They pine, obsess, and fall in love. And Lucienne is the best wingwoman (of course).

im_not_corrupted

if I make it to the morning [All Teen Works]

After Death suggests finding Hob Gadling, Dream finds The New Inn but does not walk inside. The idea of seeing the cruelty he has suffered [...] reflected in Hob is too terrible for him to bear, and so he returns to The Dreaming. After some prompting, though, he begins to visit Hob’s dreams. Somehow, he finds a safe space there in the company of his friend.

Ismene_Jane

The Sandman Reimagined - Dreamling [All Explicit Works]

Post-Fishbowl, Dream visits Hob several times after their reunion and is invited to Hob’s home, where they proceed to deal with the sexual tension between them and enter into a tentative relationship.

issylra

someone to stay [All Explicit Works]

Dream is a little bit broken. Hob likes to fix things. They fall in love. Or, the tattoo parlor/flower shop AU that no one asked for.

take it easy [Contains some Explicit Works]

A handful of interconnected post-canon stories featuring retired Dream as Hob's roommate.

the trouble with talking [Contains some Explicit Works]

In which Dream begins to feel things and it goes about as well as you would expect.

Konstadt

Corvid Chronicles [Contains some Explicit Works]

Professor Hob Gadling meets author Morpheus Aeternus on his university campus, and this chance meeting changes the course of their lives. Morpheus gets a chance to heal and recover from his trauma, and Hob gets to support his beautiful, raven-loving partner along the way.

Edge Of Silence [Contains some Explicit Works]

Hob navigates the eccentricities of his one true friend in an attempt to increase his understanding of the universe and his place in it... [...] Dream works to consolidate what he has always known, and what he knows now, to learn from his past mistakes. A slow burn expansion of friendship to truly knowing, with a few road bumps [...] and an adventure or two.

LeotheLionathefootofOrion

hob and his boyfriends <3 [All Explicit Works]

When the Corinthian is remade, he goes to Hob. When Dream loses track of his Nightmare, he goes to Hob. And Hob always thought that “three’s a crowd” was a stupid fucking expression, anyway.

#dreamling #dreamling fic #fic recs #long post

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