#an era slowly passing away 😔

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Lu Boys Death Lineup

I was feeling a little edgy, a little angsty (perchance). I wanna say, this is based a little bit on canon and a lot a bit on vibes. Maybe this can be my (low effort 😔) febuwhump. Anyways, in order from first to last here it is.

Four - Four is in his mid-twenties when he gets called to help investigate with the resurgence of dark magic in the palace of the four swords. He goes in not expecting much, he’s used to being called to help aid in small things, like monster uprisings or in this case something to do with dark magic. He doesn’t expect things to go so wrong. It’s dark magic alright, but so much of it that it’ll overcome the land immediately if something isn’t done. Ganon is trying to return and Four is the only person in the way. So, he gives everything to seal it away. This effort fractures Four again, but not in the way it did before. This time the colors don’t reunite with each other but instead Four’s physical body is vaporized and his soul tears in to four pieces, each absorbing all the leftover darkness that Four couldn’t stop. Dot has no choice but to seal the palace completely.

Hyrule - When the chain’s journey ends, Hyrule doesn’t return home to a peaceful era. His journey continues and despite his and both princesses’ efforts things start to get worse. The cult has grown in an huge way and Hyrule soon knows no peace, constantly traveling to avoid them. They’re grasping at straws and with each year that passes since Ganon’s death they get more agitated. By his late twenties he’s more than exhausted. Hyrule no longer knows rest. He can’t return to the castle or any town, not even, especially not even, the ones that had been kind to him. The cult would find him. They burn would burn down buildings, cut down people, and even trample crops just to get to him. Unrelated to Hyrule, they destroy new growth forests and scar any attempts by the earth to heal. This has to stop. He goes to the cult and finds Ganon’s ashes himself. He makes sure that there isn’t anything left this time. The fire he creates, his last spell, burns for years.

Twilight - Twilight’s body is never found. Everyone who had known him had been greatly concerned for him for a few years now. It seems that he had been slowly going mad ever since he had turned 30. He had grown more and more restless, walking circles in his house until the carpet wore down. He withdraws for weeks, emerging with untrimmed hair and wild eyes. He holds a great sorrow at all times that cannot be quelled. He starts disappearing into the woods for weeks at a time. One day it all stops and it seems that he’s calmed down. His mind has returned to him. He begins tending to the ranch again, he smiles more, laughs more. But… There's an everlasting air about him that just feels like he’s waiting for something. A great storm descends on Ordon one day. It brings some destruction with it. Floods wash away buildings built too close to rivers and trees fall from loose soil. In its wake, it’s as if the world was shining silver. Twilight is nowhere to be found.

Wild - Wild is almost 40 when he leaves his and Flora’s shared home to go on a little expedition. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for this time but he craves fresh air and adventure. He’s on a well worn path, just leaving from a stable when he drops as if he were a puppet with all of its strings cut loose. And that’s it for him. Of course other travelers and stable hands try to check up on him, but he’s gone. There’s not a lick of life left in him. Purah runs a series of autopsies and can’t find anything wrong. He was in perfect health when he left and the people interviewed at the stables claim he was acting normal, or as normal as Wild can act. Purah decides that he must’ve thrown a blood clot or something, he probably had a left over brain injury from Hylia knows what, but both she and Flora know that’s a lie. They wonder if the shrine of resurrection only had so much to give Wild. They wonder if they have timers too.

Time - Time is almost 50 when he returns to battle. There’s a returning darkness that must be quelled. He prays that this won’t turn into another failure of his, that the mistakes he makes now won’t hurt his successors anymore than he’s already hurt them. His ocarina stays home; it’s buried deep under a floorboard beneath his and Malon’s bed. He takes some peace of mind from that. His fight takes him back to the lost woods where he never returns from. It’s decades later and Malon is old. Her hair has long been grey and she has grandchildren to keep her company. How she wishes Time could’ve met them… She’s called to the castle one day and asked if she recognizes skeletal remains of a Hylian body that was found downstream from the lost woods. She does. She prays that with a proper funeral her love might find rest, but she knows that he won’t.

Warriors - When Wars returns to his era, his work doesn’t end. He finds himself training the next generation of warriors and then the one after that. Wars never stops working as there is always work. There is always something he can do to make his home safer, to keep his people happier, to make them stronger. He’s still working by the time he’s halfway through his 70s. His friends and family beg him to retire, even Zelda has passed the throne down to her heir, but there’s still more to be done. He takes lunch one day in castle town and goes to his favorite pub. Despite the castle nurses banning him from eating overly rich food and beer until he has a less stressful lifestyle (it’s way too hard on his heart), Wars still likes to sneak a treat every now and then. What’s it gonna do? Kill him? He never finishes his last pint. 

Wind - Wind dies by complete accident. It happens when he’s in his 80s. He’s chatting with his mates while cleaning one of his old swords. He hasn’t had to use one in decades but he likes to keep them in good shape just in case he has to. Somebody tells a HILARIOUS joke. Wind doubles over in laughter, but as he does so he impales himself straight through. As he’s rushed to the newly opened hospital, Wind can’t help but continue to laugh. Oh boy is this stupid. He tells the nurses not to tell Tetra. She’d never let him hear the end of this. One of them starts weeping. Through tears she tells Wind that he won’t survive this. When they remove the sword he will bleed out unless he drowns in his own blood first. He cringes and tells them to DEFINITELY not tell Tetra. He’s a little annoyed when she and their closest friends and family come rushing in. She berates him. In between curses he can tell that she’s crying. He spends his last hours cracking jokes and sharing stories and gossip with those closest to him. When he starts struggling to stay conscious, they all bid goodbye and Tetra pulls out the sword. A year later, to her embarrassment, Tetra dies the exact same way.

Sky - Sky passes away peacefully in his sleep a week after his 100th birthday party and he KNEW it was coming. Sky knew for months. It started as small comments like at breakfast where he’d be like “Hylia willing I will see the solstice celebrations next week…” and his grandkids, and great grandkids, would be like “Grandpappy don’t say such things!” And he’d relent but it escalates to him asking his family members and friends which of his possessions they liked most. If they fall into his trap and answer, Sky tells them to write their name on it so they can have it after he passes. Nobody does this to his disgruntlement. Eventually they stop believing him because it gets to the point where every other dinner Sky mentions that his time to join Hylia draws near. Just in case they make his birthday a grand event. Somehow everyone, but Sun, is still a little surprised when he goes. She’s like *shrug* “he did mention it”. Like lovebirds, Sun follows him shortly after.

Legend - Nobody in the royal family knows how Legend is still alive. Some say it’s his great spirit, others claim that it must be courage, and those that know him best claim that it's sheer spite. If they were to actually ask Legend himself he’d spit. “The bitch goddess won’t let me.” He makes his opinion of his long lasting life obvious. No longer is Legend asked to attend prayer services or holidays in celebrations of Hylia. Not after the last dozen… incidents. Legend stopped counting how old he was after the passing of his dear sister and dear rabbit. The nurses who do frequent checkups on him mention that he is 121 years old. He rolls his eyes. Legend wants to go and he brings this up frequently, usually over dinner. He has great great great grand nieces and nephews now. He cares little to meet the next coming generation. Still, despite his fits of anger and general grumpiness, he is well loved. He lives in the castle now, not trusted to take care of himself. The kids love him best. “Grunkie Link tells the best stories <3.” He always makes sure to press treats or old rings into their hands when they pass. It’s a stormy night when the castle is thrown into pandemonium. Legend has gone missing from his chambers. Honestly, how hard could it be to find a wheelchair bound 121 year old man? They find him outside, screaming at the heavens. “Take me you HAG!” Screaming turns to pleading. “I want to see them again.” Before anybody can get close, lightning strikes from the sky and smites the hero. Nothing is left behind but ashes.

pls lmk what you think! Feel free to argue if you have a different idea <3

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All the Things We Tried to Forget

A double fill for @badthingshappenbingo “please don’t leave me” and @911bingo “You have to let me go. I need you to do that for me.” It’s been done for a while and I procrastinated a little on posting but I have to get it up since the 911 bingo master list is due tomorrow! This is the only break-up era reference I think I will ever make. Otherwise, it just didn’t happen. 🙃

Warnings: Tarlos is involved in a car accident, RIP Camaro 😔. Also- probably none of the rescue/medical is accurate- I got my medical degree from watching ER! 😅

@noxsoulmate, thank you for the beta!

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“Thank you, Carlos. Tonight was perfect.” TK tips his head back, resting it on the headrest, and turns towards Carlos, a sleepy smile on his face.

TK had been out of the hospital for three weeks and things have been good. He hadn’t been cleared for work yet, and Carlos knew he was going stir-crazy, even with the members of the 126 constantly dropping by to keep him company. He had finally been cleared for some activity, so they had just had their first official date night out, dinner and just a little dancing. He knows TK still tires easily and suggested they head home and continue their date night with the newest release on Netflix.

Carlos stops at a red light and reaches his hand out, grabbing TK’s and intertwining their fingers. He brings TK’s hand to his lips, kissing the back of it gently as the light turns green and he accelerates into the intersection.

Carlos barely has time to register the headlights coming at him before he hears the unmistakable crunch of metal as the Camaro crumples and pain explodes in his temple and then… nothing.

***

Carlos lets out a pained groan as he slowly opens his eyes.

“Carlos? Baby, don’t move. I’ve already called 911. The guys are just a few minutes away; they’ll get us out.”

“Huh? The guys?” Carlos repeats dumbly. He shifts, gasping at the pain in his head and radiating through his neck and shoulder. It hurts to breathe and he tries not to panic. Immediately, he feels TK’s hands firmly but gently cradling his head, trying to keep him still.

“Don’t. Move,” TK repeats. “Can you tell me what hurts?”

“Head…” Carlos murmurs as his eyes slip shut. He vaguely wonders when and how TK managed to crawl over the console and into the backseat but knows it’s not important right now.

“I can hear the sirens, babe. Just a bit longer. Stay with me.”

“Are you-”

“I’m fine,” TK assures him. “Just relax. Stay calm for me.”

Carlos isn’t quite sure if he believes TK but he’s too tired and in too much pain to argue. He’s certain TK has blood on his hands and he’s not sure whose it is but he’s afraid to ask so he keeps his mouth shut. He thinks he can hear the sirens too, or maybe that’s just the ringing in his ears from his head hitting the window.

“What about the other driver?”

“Don’t worry about that right now, okay?”

Carlos tries to nod, but TK is still holding his head steady.

“What, um, what happens now?”

TK sighs. “I’m pretty sure the Camaro’s totaled. And they’re going to have to cut the top off so they can get you out and onto a backboard.”

Carlos groans again. The lights of the fire engine illuminate the street as it draws closer but the flashing makes Carlos’ headache worse and disorients him. TK is rubbing his temples and murmuring reassurances, but he hurts and he just wants to sleep.

The fire truck screeches to a stop, and Carlos squeezes his eyes closed; he wishes they would shut the damn lights off. He can hear yelling, his name and TK’s, and he can vaguely hear Owen barking orders.

TK slides to the passenger side window. He’s animated but talking low, no doubt so Carlos can’t hear him.

“TK?”

“Hang on, baby; I’m still here.”

Owen passes some items through the window, and TK takes them and makes his way back to Carlos. “Okay, I know this is going to be a little uncomfortable…” The C-collar comes into view, and Carlos groans, but he allows TK to secure the collar around his neck.

TK leans in close and presses a kiss to Carlos’ curls. He flips something cloth and heavy – a turnout coat, Carlos thinks – over their heads to shield their faces. “Close your eyes,” he says. Carlos is slow at following the command, but he does, finally. He flinches as the machinery starts up; it’s loud, but TK is there, talking to him. He can’t actually make out what he’s saying, but his voice is soothing so he lets him talk.

It’s over faster than he expects and it’s only a few minutes until the turnout coat gets yanked away and he blinks at the sudden brightness of the streetlights. There’s a slight commotion, and Carlos is confused, so he does the one thing that will bring him comfort: he reaches for TK. TK takes Carlos’ hand in his and gives it a firm squeeze.

“TK, let’s go, man. We need you to move,” someone says. Paul, Carlos thinks.

TK tries to pull away and Carlos holds on with all the strength he can. “Please don’t leave me,” he begs.

“It’s just for a couple of minutes. I’m in the way, and they need to get you out.”

“No! Stay, please. I can’t do this again.”

They’re staring at him, concerned, and Carlos knows that’s not quite right but he’s not exactly sure how to fix it so he keeps talking. “I’m sorry… about the loft. We can talk about it. Just- please stay…”

“Carlos, you have to let me go. I need you to do that for me.” His voice is calm but TK looks like he’s about to cry as someone pulls him away, and his hand slips from Carlos’.

“TK!” he calls.

Judd’s face comes into view. “Hey, Carlos? TK’s gonna wait for you in the ambulance, alright? Now, Paul and I are gonna pull you out. We’ll get you into the same ambulance and then you can be with your boy, okay?”

“‘Kay,” Carlos agrees.

Strong hands are on him, pulling him from the wreckage and strapping him to the backboard. They lift the backboard onto the gurney, and Carlos is momentarily surprised at the gentleness. The firefighters step back and seamlessly Nancy and Tommy appear, taking their place.

They’re both talking to him, and he’s struggling to keep his eyes open. He’s certain this is the worst headache he’s ever had in his life; he can feel every heartbeat throbbing in his temple. Nancy’s yelling at him, but he just needs to close his eyes for a second…

***

“Carlos?” TK.

Carlos groans softly. The grip on his hand gets tighter and he opens his eyes slowly, wincing under the fluorescent lights.

“Hey, baby,” TK whispers.

“Hi.”

“You’re in pain?” TK asks. Carlos nods in the affirmative, and TK reaches for the nurse call button.

“No, I’m okay. I-” Carlos looks around and tries to push himself up. “You’re here?” he asks as TK puts a gentle hand on his shoulder to keep him lying down.

“I am,” TK confirms with a small laugh. “I am here. And okay. And so are you. Your parents are on their way.”

“I’m okay?” Carlos repeats.

TK nods. “You’re bruised up, but nothing’s broken. Some small lacerations from your head hitting the window. And you have a pretty bad concussion, but all things considered, you’re lucky. We’re lucky.”

“My- my parents don’t need to come all the way in for this?”

TK laughs again. “Try telling your mother that. I can’t keep her away. Although she did sound a little surprised that it was you in here and not me.”

The nurse comes in and TK steps out of the way while she examines Carlos, asking him questions and shining a light in his eyes. She seems pleased, assures them a doctor will be in shortly, and checks his IV before she leaves.

“Can’t we just go home?”

“Not tonight. But they’ll probably release you tomorrow.” TK is silent for a moment. “Are we going to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” Carlos pauses. “Oh. Did I make a scene?”

“Kind of,” TK says.

“I’m sorry.” Carlos looks away and TK sighs.

“I don’t want you to apologize, Carlos. I just- I want to make sure we’re good. I’m not going to leave again. You know that, right? I’m done running. You’re stuck with me.”

“Good, there’s no one else I’d rather be stuck with,” Carlos says, reaching for TK’s hand once again.

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