#legend being a veteran at escaping

[frayedblorbos]

HEAR ME OUT-

LINKED UNIVERSE THE GREAT ESCAPE AU

I have very detailed notes and plans because I hyperfixated on it for three weeks- like, honestly- so much potential angst even if I don’t make it 100% historically accurate and only follow the gist of events. But I don’t know if this would have a target audience at all- so please comment, like, reblog, whatever-

Just show me that this has an audience and I will write it!

[its-avalon-08]

Hai its-avalon-08,

I had an idea for a Logan Sergeant fic.

Can you do a Logan Sergeant x fem reader story; where Logan is invited to play a videogame with some of the rest of the grit. But he just started playing the game, and the rest of the group has played the game for some time and have really high level characters. So Logan feels a bit useless. So in the summer break he gets to know reader, maybe she see him struggling with is in a cafe or something. Not knowing she is really good at that game. And she helps him to level him up. And after the summer break the group play again and find out about Logans improvement. So Logan invites reader and they can believe how Logan gets help from a famous gamer.

If you can make it all platonic or Logan and reader getting a relationship is up to you.

And for the group members of the other drivers is up to you too.

level up (ls2)

✦ pairing - logan sargeant x female!reader

✦ genre - self doubt, fluff, logan being cute

The sun shone bright over the summer streets, bathing everything in a warm golden hue as Logan Sargeant sat hunched in a small corner of a cozy café. His eyes were glued to his phone, fingers tapping furiously at the screen. He wasn’t scrolling through social media or checking emails — no, Logan was fighting a battle. A virtual one. And one he was miserably losing.

A frustrated sigh escaped his lips, and he leaned back in his chair, letting his phone fall on the table in defeat. He didn’t know why he had agreed to play Legends Unleashed, the new game that had taken the Formula 1 grid by storm. It was a role-playing game where the drivers were tasked with taking on mythical quests, battling monsters, and leveling up their characters. The only problem was, Logan had just started playing. The rest of the grid, seasoned veterans by now, had characters with insane stats, fancy armor, and rare weapons. Meanwhile, Logan’s character — a low-level knight with a rusty sword — was stuck losing to even the weakest enemies.

He could still hear the teasing from the last game night echoing in his head.

“Logan, mate, that was rough,” Charles Leclerc had laughed, his voice crackling through the headset.

“Did you even hit the boss once?” Lando Norris had chimed in.

It wasn’t malicious. Logan knew that. It was all in good fun, but it stung nonetheless. He wasn’t used to feeling so out of his depth — not on the track and certainly not in a video game. But this game had turned out to be a much bigger challenge than expected. And now, with the summer break in full swing, Logan found himself with no races to distract him from his embarrassing performance.

As he took a sip of his coffee, he glanced around the café, hoping to clear his mind. His gaze flickered over the familiar faces of regulars and tourists enjoying their day, but it eventually settled on a girl sitting a few tables away. She had her laptop open and was intently focused, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she clicked and typed with ease. Something about her caught his attention — maybe it was the determination in her expression or the way she seemed completely engrossed in whatever she was doing.

Logan frowned, noticing the game she had minimized on her screen before returning to her work. His eyes widened slightly. Was that… Legends Unleashed?

He shook his head. It was probably just a coincidence. Tons of people were playing that game now. It didn’t mean she was some kind of expert. But then again, she didn’t have the look of someone who was just casually playing. Her focus was too intense, her movements too precise. Could she be good at it?

Before he could stop himself, Logan’s curiosity got the better of him. He stood up, gathering his things, and made his way over to her table. Clearing his throat, he caught her attention.

“Hey, sorry to bother you,” he began, a little unsure. “I couldn’t help but notice… are you playing Legends Unleashed?”

Y/N looked up from her laptop, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, I am. You play?”

Logan scratched the back of his neck, feeling sheepish. “Uh, I’ve tried. Let’s just say I’m not exactly good at it.”

Her eyebrows raised slightly. “Not good? It’s a tricky game, I get that. How long have you been playing?”

“A couple of weeks,” Logan admitted with a rueful smile. “But it’s hard to keep up. My friends are way ahead of me.”

Y/N tilted her head, intrigued. “Well, it sounds like you’ve been thrown into the deep end. But don’t worry. With some help, you can get there.”

Logan chuckled. “I think I need a lot more than some help. The last time I played, I was more of a liability than anything else.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair, tapping her fingers thoughtfully. “Tell you what — if you’re serious about getting better, I can help you. I’ve been playing for a while.”

Logan’s eyes lit up, his surprise evident. “Really? You’d help me?”

She nodded. “Sure. Everyone starts somewhere, and it’s more fun when you can hold your own. Plus, I kind of enjoy teaching people.”

Logan couldn’t believe his luck. Maybe this summer break wouldn’t be so bad after all.

As Y/N closed her laptop and got up, offering him a knowing smile, Logan felt a strange sense of relief. Little did he know, this café encounter would be the start of his comeback — and that Y/N was far more than just a casual gamer.

But for now, all Logan could focus on was the unexpected offer of help, completely unaware of the storm he and Y/N would stir up when the rest of the grid found out.

The summer break had just begun, and Logan Sargeant was about to level up — in more ways than one.

time skip

The sun had long set, casting the city in a soft, peaceful glow. Logan lay sprawled out on his couch, his laptop balanced on his knees and his headset firmly in place. The flickering lights from his game illuminated the dark room as the familiar sounds of Legends Unleashed filled the air.

“Okay, Logan, you need to time the dodge right after the first attack,” Y/N’s voice instructed through the headset, her tone both patient and teasing. “You’re still getting hit because you’re hesitating.”

Logan rolled his eyes, his character taking yet another hit. “I swear I’m dodging, Y/N! This boss is just ridiculous.”

On the other end of the call, Y/N’s laughter rang out, soft and infectious. “You’re dodging too late. Watch the movement of the arm, not the weapon.”

They’d been doing this for weeks now—spending hours gaming together, their late-night calls becoming routine. What started as simple game tutorials had turned into something much more. There were moments when they’d be in the middle of a game, only for Logan to get distracted by her voice or the way she’d make light of his constant failures. He often found himself zoning out, just watching her on the tiny screen where they video chatted while playing.

Like right now.

Y/N’s voice became background noise as Logan’s eyes drifted to her face, illuminated by the glow of her laptop screen. She was sitting in what appeared to be her room, comfortably propped up against pillows, her hair loosely tied back. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her explain the intricacies of the boss battle. She was so animated, so passionate. The way her eyes lit up when she spoke about strategies and the small laugh she had whenever he missed something obvious was quickly becoming one of his favorite things.

“Logan? Logan!” Y/N’s voice broke through his daze, and Logan blinked, snapping back to the game.

“Huh? Yeah, sorry,” he muttered, feeling his face heat up slightly as he realized he had completely zoned out.

Y/N chuckled, clearly amused. “Were you even listening to me?”

“Uh, yeah… definitely,” Logan lied, hoping she didn’t notice. But the knowing smirk on her face told him otherwise.

“You were staring at the screen again, weren’t you?” she teased, leaning closer to her camera. “I swear, you zone out so much I’m starting to think you enjoy losing.”

Logan laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “Maybe I’m just strategizing, ever think of that?”

“Strategizing by staring at my face? Interesting approach,” she quipped, her smile widening.

Logan’s heart skipped a beat at her playful tone. They’d developed this rhythm — this back-and-forth banter that felt effortless. It was something he hadn’t realized he’d been missing until now. It was like he’d found a new kind of comfort, one that wasn’t just about learning the game. Y/N had quickly become someone he looked forward to spending time with. Their conversations had gone from strictly game-related to late-night talks about life, racing, and random things that made them laugh.

"Okay, okay, maybe I was zoning out," Logan admitted with a grin. "But you make it hard to concentrate sometimes. You get so into it."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh? Is that a compliment or an excuse for why you're still losing to a level 30 boss?"

Logan chuckled, his cheeks reddening a bit. "Probably both."

There was a moment of silence between them as they both focused on the game again. But Logan couldn't shake the growing realization that his feelings toward Y/N were changing. The more time they spent together, the more he found himself drawn to her in ways that surprised him. She was funny, smart, and effortlessly cool in a way that made him feel completely at ease.

He didn’t just look forward to the gaming anymore. He looked forward to her — to the way they’d laugh until the early hours of the morning, or how she’d tell him stories about random things that happened during her day, or how she'd make even the most mundane game tasks feel like an adventure.

"Alright, we’ve been at this for a while," Y/N finally said, breaking the comfortable silence. "I think you’ve earned a break from getting your butt kicked."

Logan sighed in mock relief. "Thank God. I was starting to think I’d never get past this boss."

"You will," Y/N assured him with a soft smile. "You’re getting better, you know. Much better."

Logan’s eyes flickered to her again. Her tone was so genuine, and the way she smiled made something in his chest tighten. He knew she meant it, and for some reason, her words felt like more than just praise for his in-game performance.

"Thanks," Logan said quietly, his gaze lingering on her. "You’ve been a great teacher."

Y/N shrugged, brushing off the compliment like it was nothing, but there was a hint of pride in her expression. "Well, you’re a pretty good student."

They both fell silent again, but this time it wasn’t awkward. It was the kind of silence that felt comfortable, almost intimate, as if they’d said everything they needed to without words.

"Same time tomorrow?" Y/N asked, breaking the moment, her tone casual.

Logan smiled, his heart racing a little at the thought of another night like this. "Yeah. Same time tomorrow."

As they both logged off for the night, Logan lay back on his couch, staring at the ceiling. He should’ve been focused on his upcoming race or how much he still needed to improve in the game. But all he could think about was Y/N — and the way she made everything feel a little bit better, a little more exciting.

And as much as he loved the game, it was those late-night calls, those small moments of goofing around with her, that had him looking forward to tomorrow the most.

Logan was leveling up, sure. But it wasn’t just in the game anymore.

time skip

The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the horizon as Logan anxiously glanced at his phone. The night had finally arrived — a game night with the rest of the grid. But this time, there was something different. This time, he had a secret weapon.

"Everything okay?" Y/N’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. She stood beside him in his living room, looking far too calm for what Logan was feeling.

"Yeah, yeah," Logan mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I’m just… nervous."

Y/N tilted her head, amused. "Nervous about what? You’ve been doing great lately."

"Not about the game," Logan clarified, shaking his head. "It’s just… I invited the rest of the grid over, and I didn’t tell them about you. You know, that you’ve been helping me." He paused, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I kinda want to surprise them."

Y/N chuckled. "You mean, you want to wipe the floor with them."

Logan grinned. "Maybe."

There was a knock at the door, and Logan’s nerves kicked into high gear. "They’re here."

He opened the door to find Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, and George Russell standing outside, each carrying a different bag of snacks and drinks.

"Look who decided to finally host!" Lando announced, patting Logan on the back as they walked inside. "What’s the occasion? Felt bad for getting wrecked last time?"

Logan rolled his eyes, shutting the door behind them. "Something like that."

The guys walked into the living room, exchanging pleasantries with Y/N, not knowing just how involved she was in what was about to go down.

"So, Logan," Charles began, already sinking into the couch. "You ready to lose again, or did you actually practice this time?"

Logan shot him a confident look. "You’ll see."

"Well, I’m excited to see this ‘progress’ you keep talking about," George teased. "Last time, I thought I was watching a training video on how not to play."

"Ha ha, very funny," Logan replied, rolling his eyes. "Just wait."

As they all gathered around, setting up the gaming consoles, Logan couldn’t help but notice how cool Y/N was acting. If she was nervous, she didn’t show it. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying the pre-game banter, sitting cross-legged on the couch and watching the guys with an amused smirk.

"Alright, let’s do this," Lando said, rubbing his hands together. "Logan, you’re gonna need a miracle to get through this one."

Logan exchanged a look with Y/N, who gave him a subtle wink before they all logged into Legends Unleashed.

The game kicked off, and almost immediately, the rest of the grid noticed something was different. Logan wasn’t the weak link anymore. In fact, he was holding his own — dodging attacks, landing perfect hits, and strategizing like a seasoned pro.

"Wait a minute," George said, his voice full of disbelief. "How the hell are you doing that, Logan?"

"Yeah," Charles added, his tone equally shocked. "Since when do you know how to time your moves like that?"

Logan grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Oh, you know… just practiced a bit."

"Practiced a bit?" Lando exclaimed, eyes wide as Logan’s character took out a particularly tough boss in record time. "Dude, did you hire a coach or something?"

Logan glanced at Y/N, who was quietly sitting to the side, clearly enjoying the confusion. He could’ve revealed her identity right then and there, but where was the fun in that?

As the game continued, Logan kept surprising everyone, his movements smoother, his decisions sharper. The guys were losing it.

"Okay, this is insane," George said, throwing his hands up. "You’ve leveled up like, a hundred times since the last game night!"

"I’m telling you, Logan’s been holding out on us," Charles muttered, leaning forward in concentration. "This isn’t the same guy we played with a month ago."

Just as the final round was about to start, Logan turned to Y/N. "Hey, you want to take over for a bit?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a small smile on her lips. "Are you sure? I don’t want to embarrass anyone."

"Please," Logan said, smirking. "I think they deserve it."

She shrugged and took the controller, her hands moving with the kind of ease that could only come from experience. Within seconds, she was effortlessly leading the charge, her character cutting through enemies with precision.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Lando nearly shouted, sitting up straight. "Who’s playing now?"

Y/N grinned but stayed focused on the screen. "That’d be me."

The room went dead silent as the rest of the grid watched in stunned disbelief. Y/N’s gameplay was flawless, and it wasn’t long before they started putting the pieces together.

"Wait a second," Charles said slowly, his eyes narrowing. "You’re… you’re not Y/N from GameChix are you?"

Logan looked at Y/N in confusion. "GameChix? What’s that?"

Y/N let out a soft laugh, pausing the game to face him. "It’s… well, it’s a gaming channel I’m part of. A pretty popular one, actually."

"Pretty popular?" George repeated, looking like he’d seen a ghost. "You’re literally one of the top-ranked Legends Unleashed players in the world!"

Logan blinked, completely dumbfounded. "Wait. You’re famous?"

Y/N smiled sheepishly. "I guess you could say that."

Lando’s jaw dropped. "Mate, how did you not know? Y/N’s a legend in the gaming world! She’s like… a god at this game."

Logan felt his cheeks flush as the rest of the grid erupted into fanboying.

"I can’t believe we’re sitting here with the Y/N!" Charles gushed. "I’ve watched your streams for years!"

"This is unreal," George added. "I’ve been trying to beat your dungeon records for months!"

Logan could only watch as his friends lost their minds over Y/N, who took it all in stride, looking a little embarrassed but also clearly used to this kind of attention.

"You’ve been playing with a pro this whole time?" Lando asked Logan, incredulously. "Dude, no wonder you’ve gotten so good."

"Uh, yeah," Logan replied, still processing the fact that Y/N was way more famous than he’d realized. "But honestly, I didn’t even know."

"Well, now you do," Y/N teased, nudging him lightly. "Guess I’m more than just your tutor."

The room buzzed with excitement as the guys peppered Y/N with questions, asking about her strategies, her favorite in-game moments, and how she got into professional gaming. Logan watched her, half in awe, half amused at how cool she remained, even with the grid completely fanboying over her.

As the night wore on, the excitement eventually died down, and the others headed out, still in disbelief over the surprise twist of the evening.

Logan walked Y/N to the door, still shaking his head at everything that had happened. "I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were a famous gamer this whole time."

Y/N laughed softly, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him. "Well, I figured it didn’t matter. You weren’t exactly hiring me for my fame."

Logan chuckled, his heart racing a little as he met her gaze. "No, I guess not. But… thanks. For everything. You’ve made this whole thing way more fun than I expected."

Y/N smiled, and for a moment, the playful teasing between them faded. The atmosphere shifted, a quiet tension filling the space between them. Logan wasn’t sure when it had happened, but somewhere between all the late-night gaming sessions and their growing friendship, he’d started feeling something more. Something that made his pulse quicken whenever she was near.

Before he could think too much about it, Logan leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a soft, hesitant kiss. Y/N responded immediately, her hand gently resting on his arm as she kissed him back, the moment both tender and electrifying.

When they pulled away, both of them were smiling, breathless and a little stunned by what had just happened.

"Well," Y/N said softly, her voice teasing again, "that’s one way to end game night."

Logan grinned, his heart still pounding in his chest. "Best game night ever."

[layraket]

Day 27 - Voiceless

Character(s): Wind and Legend (LU)

Words: 1126

Summary: Wind is usually one of the loudest of the chain. Him staying silent means that something is wrong

Whump scale: 3 (see the full scale here)

Warnings: Injury, future Character Death referenced (he's just being a ghost here)

Kinda related to day 19

Also thanks to @majorproblems77 @ordonianhero and @gryphonlover for giving ideas! tried to combine them and get something new out of it, sorry if this isn't what you all though at first, but hope that this fills your expectatives!

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Arriving to an era between heroes wasn’t that pleasant, just meaning that they will need to do extra work to go around an know more of their surroundings.

Sometimes they could recognize if an era was after or before them, these times made even easier their mission. This time it seemed like they arrived to a time after Legend, maybe a hundred years passed since his adventures.

Traveling was easier this way, he could easily recognize the paths and where did they lead to. This was going to be quick.

They arrived to the first monster camp, killing any monsters and leaving it clean. There was no portal yet, so there must be one or two black blooded monsters camp left.

Although, there was something that didn’t let Legend sleep well that night.

Wind was usually one of the loudest in their group, always in fights indicating or calling for something that he noticed, like an attack that came by surprise or monsters trying to escape.

Nothing of this happened their whole fight, no sound came from their sailor. Now that he was thinking about it, no word has been heard from him since they arrived.

The veteran went for the third shift, occasionally looking at the sailor’s direction. Seeing him so still was also worrying, like if any movement would make someone mad, normally he would be rolling around and snoring like a walrus.

The next morning the rest of them went like they normally do; Sky being grumpy until having his cup of coffee, Twilight already up and packing his things, Wild making breakfast, the usual. But there was something that they were lacking.

The usual jokes and stories that the sailor always tells to fill the silence weren’t present, he just sitting there eating his breakfast without a word.

This continued for other two days of traveling, and Legend was getting tired.

He decided to ask, he knew that the others knew but nobody dared to do the question, maybe thinking that the kid needed his space. Unfortunately for them, he hated to just wait and do nothing.

The vet went to walk next to the sailor, calling his attention by just walking a little louder “Hoi Wind, Can I ask you a Question?”

If this was a joke from the goddesses, then he can tell that they don’t have a good sense of humor. The captain called for them, already localized the camp of monsters.

He will have to postpone this talk, but this will not end here.

As they expected, these were black-blooded monsters, being a little more intelligent than their usual normal selves. Still, they had managed to coordinate and know how to take them down more easily.

Anyone who gets hurt Hyrule goes to aid them, and if he was busy or out of magic Warriors took that job. This was going well.

Until, from a corner of his eyes, he found Wind already surrounded by monsters and with injuries all around his body, is that a cut on his neck?

Why the fuck did he not call for anyone. This was definitely not okay.

“GUYS! WIND’S IN TROUBLE!” He called for the rest, already going by his own to aid the sailor. He saw something in his eyes, maybe a plead to not come closer, to ask him to stay away. He will not do such a thing, first dead than that.

He killed the biggest of the monsters, a moblin ready to swing its sword towards Wind, making it fall to the ground and disappear in a cloud of black smoke, just leaving a dark-colored blood on the grass.

“Din’s damn it kid! Next time call for someone, you would almost get killed!” The lack of response or an insult for calling him a kid was feeding his fears. There was something wrong with him.

The rest took care of the monsters, now the camp was completely clean of any monster. It was confirmed by the feeling of the portal opening in the center of the battlefield.

They all prepared to go through, as always going in duos if the portal separated them.

He will talk with Wind after this.

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The first thing that his eyes saw was a spectral figure. He knew what it was, he sees them in a daily basis, almost everywhere he went.

When he was about to do a comment, the spirit puts a hand on his mouth, shutting him and a voice, too similar to his, answered.

You will share with me, no voice to cry out what you get to witness. No voice to refuse to my request.

Even if he wanted, nothing could come out of him.

Every request he wanted to do, the spirit answered, nobody being able to hear it but Wind. He heard his own voice say his fears out loud, comments that he would never dare to tell on the other’s faces, things that he would never share.

If the others ask what was wrong, how could he tell them that a ghost was haunting him with his own voice and saying that he felt weak and not worthy next to them?

How could he tell the vet that…

During fights, even if he wanted help, even if he decided to put his own doubts aside, to call for help, no voice could come to him. The spirit kept using the stolen cords, now saying things that he could never say.

When Legend came to his aid, his own voice was there to haunt him.

Look at you, here being a bother that they need to protect just out of pity, if only you even got there in time, if only you were able to do something… But no, you are not able to do even that. You are not even able to protect one of you brothers.

He didn’t know what was it referring to. He didn’t want to know, an idea forming in his head. He didn’t like his mind sometimes.

When they finally leaved the era, he felt like chains finally let go of his throat, breathing becoming even easier and the cold feeling always in his back gone.

If he ignored the veteran, nobody commented on that. Legend doesn’t need to know; he doesn’t deserve to know what will happen.

The image of his ghost, a clean cut in his throat almost separating his head from his body, was something that he will take to the tomb with him. If he can, he will try to be faster. To be useful.

If he never went back to telling stories, jokes, or anything else, nobody dared to ask. And if they do, a proper answer will not be what they get.

[adrift-in-thyme]

Febuwhump Day 9: Bees (Wind & Legend)

Ao3

CW for blood and injury and torture

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“Well, isn’t this just so pleasant? When I woke up this morning, I said, ‘You know what I wish? I wish I could spend my day in a cell that smells like sweaty men and thousand-year-old bananas.’”

Wind can’t help but roll his eyes at Legend’s sarcastic drawl. He doesn’t like it either, of course. Being cooped up in the Yiga hideout isn’t how he wants to spend his afternoon either. Time had promised to spar with him and he had been really, really looking forward to it. But there isn’t much they can do about it now.

If the assasins had tied them up with ropes, then they would have escaped hours ago. Wind is no novice when it comes to undoing knots. But chains? Their smithy would be better equipped to handle that sort of thing. And, unfortunately, the Yiga had only gotten the jump on him and Legend.

“What do you think they want anyway?” he asks if only to distract his brother from continuing his lament about his spoiled afternoon.

Legend lets his head fall back against the wall with a pouty clunk.

“The champion, probably. These guys hate his guts.”

Wind cocks his head. From this angle, the pile against the far wall suspiciously resembles human bones.

“Because he’s a hero, right?”

“Yeah. Because he’s a hero.”

“I wonder if they hate all heroes then,” Wind says, thoughtfully. He doesn’t really care, to be honest. But anything to keep from pondering the mysterious objects and substances strewn about the place. “Or if it’s more of a one-person thing. Like they only hate Wild, cause he foiled their evil plans.”

“The first one, to tell you the truth,” comes a voice from the space right in front of them.

Wind jumps, red hot pin pricks traveling down to encase his scalp, neck, and arms. Beside him, Legend goes rigid.

A Yiga assassin bursts into existence in a cloud of red papers. He raises his hands the way Wind and Aryll used to when they were presenting one of their plays to Grandma.

“You know one hero, you know them all,” he drawls. “That’s just the way of things. Which works to our benefit, actually.”

“Oh good,” Legend snaps. “Since you’ve figured out the inner workings of us heroes, you must know that we’d never give anyone up to you. Especially, a brother. So, if you’ll just take these chains off, we’ll be on our way.”

The Yiga chuckles. He squats down in front of Legend, leaning forward so that his face is inches from the veteran’s.

“I like you,” he hisses. “You have spirit. It’ll be fun to make you scream.”

Legend pales, though he manages to keep a scowl on his face. The Yiga digs his fingers into the hero’s shoulder and hauls him to his feet. Wind’s stomach lurches.

“Don’t hurt him!” He shouts, scrambling up. He wishes he had his sword and shield, his boomerang — something to get them free. “He doesn’t know anything!”

It’s a hopeless attempt and he knows it. But it still feels like a punch in the gut when the Yiga throws back his head and laughs.

“Oh, he knows things, I’m certain of it. You both do.”

He shoves Legend toward the door, then grabs Wind by the ear and pushes him in the same direction. Wind sends him a blistering scowl, which he pointedly ignores.

“Walk, you two,” he growls, shoving his sickle into Legend’s back. Exchanging an exasperated glance, the heroes stumble forward.

The assassin forces them down a set of stairs and into the main room. A small group of other Yiga awaits, formed in a semi-circle towards the middle of the floor. They spread out as their companion nears, allowing them room to enter their little huddle. Wind can practically see their sadistic grins shining from beneath their masks.

For all their comic obsession with bananas, these guys give him the creeps.

One of them grasps him by the shoulders as he walks forward and yanks him to a standstill. He stumbles, lifting his head just in time to see the original assassin practically drag Legend into the center his Yiga companions have made.

The veteran trips over a bump in the floor and tries to catch himself. But the assassin delivers a swift kick to his shins that sends him sprawling.

“Vet!”

Wind lurches forward, fighting to reach him. His captor holds him fast, however. And he can do nothing but watch as Legend picks himself up, face pale and eyes glinting.

No sooner has he gotten to his feet than he is back on his knees, gloved fingers holding him down and in place.

“I will now ask you a question,” one of the Yiga purrs, stepping forward on cat’s feet. “And I hope, for your friend’s sake, to only have to ask it once. Where is the Hero of the Wilds?”

Wind catches Legend’s gaze from across the room and holds it.

I’m sorry.

Amethyst irises darken in determined resolve. Pale lips press tighter as he nods once, short and quick.

“You know what to do, sailor,” he calls.

He does. Wind takes a deep breath. He does know what to do. But it’s gonna take everything he’s got to do it.

“I don’t know,” he says. “And if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”

He can tell even through his mask that the assassin holding Legend has narrowed his eyes. In the next second, a sickle gleams. It swoops down like a graceful gull, heading straight for Legend’s middle. Wind doesn’t even have time to scream out a warning.

It slices through tunic and flesh and keeps going, ravenous for more. But the Yiga won’t allow it to satiate its appetite. He yanks it out. Blood splatters the floor. Beneath the overhead lights, it looks similar to the rubies Wild likes to collect.

Legend’s eyes go wide. He chokes, a cry begging to break from between bloodied lips.

“No!” Wind screams, jerking to get free. But a dagger finds his neck and abruptly, he stills.

Cackles echo around the room as Legend sags in his captor’s grip. His face is deathly pale now. When he raises his eyes to Wind’s, however, that fierceness is still within them.

“You see the pain that your friend is enduring,” the assassin hisses, tilting his head. His grip on Legend tightens and a low whine emanates from the veteran. “So, spill it, boy, before it gets much worse for him. We know that you know the answer. Where is Link?”

“Maybe you weren’t listening before, because I told you I don’t know where he is!” Wind retorts. It’s a battle to keep his voice steady, but he manages. Contrary to what some of the heroes think, this isn’t his first time facing the enemy.

…though it is his first time watching a brother be tortured. That’s an experience he could have done without, thanks very much.

The assassin motions. One of the Yiga moves. Quick as a flash, he zips forward, and brings his weapon screaming across Legend’s cheek. His skin splits open, a gleeful crimson smile beneath his left eye.

Something between a growl and a half-scream bursts out of Legend. He curls in on himself, bound hands clasped into fists. His breath comes in tight little gasps that make Wind’s chest tight.

“Every time you refuse to cooperate, we will create a new mark on him,” the assassin snaps. “So, I suggest you start talking. Unless, of course, you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”

“You bunch of sadistic idiots,” Legend croaks. “Did you not hear him? He doesn’t know anything.”

Another Yiga rushes forward. And this time Legend screams. A large gash runs across his arms and chest, cleaning separating the collar of his tunic from the rest. Blood oozes from it, only worsened from his weak attempts to pull away.

Wind feels his breakfast rise into his throat. Desperately, he drags his attention from his brother, even as blood runs down Legend’s body and drips onto the floor, even as he drags in wheezing breaths between clenched teeth, scream tapering off into a whine.

He has to find them a way out of here before it’s too late. And there must be one, there must be…

A small disk of gold glitters not far from where he kneels. In the rush of fear and fight for bravery, Wind hadn’t noticed it. But now it holds his gaze.

Legend has used something like this before, he realizes with a spark of hope.

“Tell us where he is!”

It is another assassin now, pushing forward and shoving the previous one aside. He reaches out and clamps his hand around Legend’s throat. The veteran chokes, face flushing and breaths gurgling.

“Tell us or we break his skinny, little neck!”

“Not yet! We still need him!”

“Well, the kid isn’t talking. This’ll make him real chatty.”

Slowly, carefully, Wind stretches out his leg. His foot connects with the hard object and he begins dragging it towards him.

Little by little it comes. And still Legend gasps. Still, he struggles, trying to tear at his captor’s skin, to kick at them, to escape. Still, his blood drifts away to pool beneath him.

“I can’t tell you!” Wind shouts, even as the hope within him grows and blossoms into something larger. Almost. He almost has it.

“I don’t know!”

Two more agonizing seconds tick past. Legend’s face is completely red now, eyes bulging as he tries and fails to fill his lungs with air.

Panic whirs in Wind’s ears, making him lightheaded. But the disk is within his reach. Gnawing his lip, Wind nudges it into his palm.

He doesn’t spare a moment to look down at the designs etched upon it, doesn’t give their attackers even that long to realize that he has found a way out. He takes a deep breath and feeds some magic into it.

It heats in his grasp, hungrily taking the power he offers and turning it into something useful. Something mighty and fierce and…

Wind’s eyes widen as a hoard of small flying things catapult out of his palm. The room fills with a deafening buzz as their wings beat together, propelling them towards their targets. Screams and shouts of terror quickly follow.

The Yiga scramble back, desperate to evade the stingers outstretched to pierce their skin. But they are not even close to as fast as the bees.

For that is what they are. A swarm of furious, yet very courageous bees.

The Yiga’s hand leaves his shoulder, the dagger falls to the floor. Seconds later, his chains fall with it, unlocked by the crafty bees. They buzz happily at him as Wind leaps to his feet, a triumphant shout on his lips and a thankful grin on his face.

The room is chaos. The Yiga try to fend off the vicious insects, swiping at them with windcleavers and sickles and daggers. But their weapons are useless against them. Even when they manage to strike down one, one hundred more appear, each angrier than the last. But never once do they harm Wind.

They part as he rushes to Legend and the only thing he feels is the wind of their wings.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a bee medallion?” He cries, grinning. “This is the coolest thing ever, vet!”

Legend looks up at him as the sailor drops down beside him. He lies in a pool of his own blood, eyes half-lidded and skin as pale as a redead. But he manages a small smirk.

“Never needed to,” he croaks. “Never thought I’d use i-it again. ‘Sides one of you would wanna borrow it.”

Wind reaches out to rest a hand on Legend’s arm. All his joviality is gone now at the sight of him, replaced instead by horror and sorrow.

“‘M sorry, Legend,” he says, sudden tears flooding his eyes. Roughly, he brushes them away. “I’m sorry they hurt you.”

Legend’s hand encloses his. He tries not to focus on the dampness of his fingers, or the crimson that smudges against his skin.

“You did good, sailor,” the veteran whispers, breath hitching on the last word. “You did real-really good.”

Wind smiles through his tears. “Well, I’m gonna do even better.”

He squeezes Legend’s hand and gets to his feet. Their pouches and weapons are propped against the far wall. Squaring his shoulders, he breaks into a run, headed toward them. With luck, one of them will have a fairy or potion remaining.

“I’m gonna get us both out of here.”

[cafecourage]

Part 1 Here

Now for Part two!

With Sky, Legend and Hyrule

Sky:

- The last and final of the four links people go to for hugs. Sky is a squishy boy and has historically given the best hugs. He also adores hugs and cuddles to a fault as he grew up in a very physically affectionate community. So all hugs are welcomed here.

- You are the one that typically gets hugged out of nowhere from him. He is the trapper. Once Sky gets tired he seeks you out and scoops you up and away for a nap. There is no escaping him at this point.

- He is also typically always in-tune to your emotions so even when you need a hug he will be the one to give you it. So surprise hugs aren’t always surprises to him. But he will act surprised.

Sky was glad to be home he really was. He loved the small community he grew up with. However, it was slowly becoming increasingly aware that he didn’t have much time to himself as Sky cant help but say yes to helping out. It seems like he couldn’t make it 10 minutes without someone asking about the surface or a small task that he just happened to be around at the same time to help.

You weren’t happy. Sky knows that you aren’t happy. He doesn’t know how to even start explaining all of this to you.

“I’m back….” He says finally coming into his home down on the surface. It was nice that the surface had lodging for everyone. As there was an inn and a few houses here. “Beloved- Oof!” You suddenly ran from around the corner to hug him. Sky’s heart warms a bit as you nuzzle your face into his chest. “Sorry love.” He smiles kissing your forehead.

“Don’t leave the house tomorrow.” You pout as you hold him tighter. Well he couldn’t promise that…

Legend:

- This man doesn’t really like PDA. Like straight up he wont hug you in front of the others. He will hold your hand though and thats like the limit of his actions. I don’t think Legend is against you showing PDA with him but he just doesn’t like starting it.

- Legend is sort of fine with surprise hugs but he will be sort of pouty. He will slowly sink into your arms though. Everyone knows to not make fun of the loving couple since there is a reason why Legend is like this. They just want him to be happy.

- When he wants hugs though… he is going to flop on you. His head resting on your shoulder happily.

You know your boyfriend was a grumpy person. There is no one who doesn’t know that. Heck even people who just met him knew that the Veteran was called a Veteran for a reason just by how he acted. What people didn’t know was the why’s, no that it matters to be fair. Legend didn’t need to explain himself and you already knew why he was the way he was.

The times that you felt like he needed to be hugged are when he has nightmares. Typically Legend wont say nothing about having a nightmare not even to you. But you know. He is more anxious than normal and very angry.

In that case you lay on him like a weighted blanket. No words need to be spoken between each other as he accepts being hold and loved.

Hyrule:

- A BOY THAT LOVES HUGS. Hyrule will not deny hugs he will actively hug you as well. He doesn’t mind surprise hugs. In fact he would try to make it into a game. He would want to see who would get the most hugs as possible.

- I feel like he would also trade in sweets for hugs and kisses. Probably randomly but if you get some sugar cubes or candies. You would fine one in your pocket and as soon as you see it he is going to take the payment for it.

- Physical affection is really just payment at this point.

Your boyfriend was sugary sweet. Almost literally. Most of the time you cant help but squish his cheeks and kiss his face. “Cute” You said with a giggle, as you basically had Hyrule trapped in your arms. Hyrule had given you candy earlier today while the group was walking. You woke up cranky and just in a bad mood. So the candy truly helped you. You go hug him more now as just being there was making you feel a lot better.

Hyrule kisses the top of your head as he sneaks some candy for himself as it was relaxing time. But also he needed an energy refresher himself. He wanted to stay awake to heal your sore muscles with his magic. So a small bit of a sugar rush is in order.

[kikker-oma]

FINALLY I FINISHED IT!!!

(p.s. ignore the horrible grammar lol)

Day 28

He shouldn’t have wandered by himself. 

One could argue that a path would be the safest option, as it typically was. This wasn’t the veteran’s Hyrule though, but then again, following a path was a universal sign of safety. 

…

“I’m telling you! The path is the safest option.” Legend grumbled, “I am not walking in some random forest.”

“I know it seems counterintuitive vet, but trust me, it’s the champion’s Hyrule, we should listen to h-“ Sky immediately got cut off.

“Listen, you don’t know anything, how many adventures have you been on? One, exactly.” Legend paused, “You’re not the one to talk, you weren’t obligated to be a hero.”

And with that, the veteran stormed off.

…

Legend heard the faint sound of paper flying everywhere, the atmosphere suddenly grew more tense than it was a few seconds ago.

He froze.

Don’t turn around. He could have sworn he heard himself say.

“Are you Link?”

The sound of the name Link caused the veteran to turn around in confusion. Yes, his name was Link.

Oh no, oh sweet Hylia no.

The person standing in front of him saw red.

It happened all so fast, he didn’t even have the chance to grab his sword before a slash swept through his body. An anguished scream escaped his throat, he gasped for air.

He tried to fight the person who harmed him, but as fast as they appeared, they were gone.

The world spun, he couldn’t hold himself up anymore. He let go of his sword as he swayed on to the ground.

This was his fate. 

…

Sky fidgeted with a loose string on his tunic. It was true, he wasn’t obligated to be a hero, yet at the same time, did he really have a choice? 

A distant scream rang through the forest, the chosen hero’s head immediately perked up. The chain was close enough, he could wander off to check out what’s going on.

Sky’s boots crunched on the leaves as he made his way closer and closer to the path ahead of him. He could feel his heart beating in worry. Something didn’t seem right about what he just heard.

His grip on his sword immediately loosened when he encountered Legend’s body. The boy was bleeding, he was barely even breathing, yet he was gasping for air. 

The chosen hero dropped to his knees. Raise him up, he needs to breathe. A distant voice rang in his head. “Hey, hey Legend?” The boy choked out. The veteran looked up at Sky, and then back down at his hand, and then back up at Sky.

“Link?” His voice was merely a whisper. He was tired, he just wanted to sleep.

“Yes it’s me, Sky. Can you open you’re eyes for-“ Sky struggled to hold back his tears, he can’t panic, he has to be strong, “Please, Link, can you open your eyes for me?” Blood was dripping down the veteran’s side. The chosen hero hated the sight of blood, it scared him.

“Sky?” The boy slurred, he could barely open his eyes. It hurt so bad, he felt so hurt, “Am I going to die?” 

“No, no buddy, you are not going to…” Sky’s voice trailed off. He should have brought a potion with him, why didn’t he bring a potion with him? The rest of the chain was out of sight at this point.

“I… I’m sorry.” Legend rested his head into Sky’s warm embrace, he felt so cold, why was he so cold? “I.. I’m sorry for being mean to you.” Legend felt tears well up in his eyes, “I, I wasn’t very nice… was I?”

Sky froze, and pulled the wounded boy closer. He is dying and he’s upset because he just lacked a filter? Without Legend the chain wouldn’t be the same, “No.. don’t ever say that!”

“Sorry.”

“Hey, you’re the nicest, kindest, person of us all. Ok? Do you understand?” The chosen hero was sobbing at this point. His brother’s blood dripped through his hands, and slowly falling onto the smooth ground.

Legend should hug Sky more often… his brother was so warm compared to his cold heart. “Sky?”

“W-what?” The boy sobbed, burring his face into the veteran’s knotted hair.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Legend! So much.” Sky  ran his fingers through Legend’s hair. He’s stronger than this… Traveller will be here soon. He has to be.

“Can I tell you a story?” Legend looked up at the sobbing hero, he didn’t want his brother to cry. He was too sweet for that, “It’s silly. I ran into a wall-“ 

Sky didn’t wait a second. Legend needed to be awake, he needed to be breathing… maybe talking wouldn’t be the best idea, but he could keep it slow. Legend is responsible enough, “Of course, now, how did you run into that wall?”

“So basically this mean person named Yuga turned into a painting…”

BLLAAAARRREE

Legends DYING and he's trying to comfort Sky😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔

Oh sweet beans

The Yiga need to back the freak off or I will go feral on them for hurting the Boy😡 actually, it's too late. DUMB YIGA😤 there. That should do it haha

Oh, sweet Sky is panicking so much and Legend just wants the warmth of his hugs and heart and WAAAHHH😭

Thank you for writing this for me, you're such a gift, friend!

[theecholegend]

Something whumpy please.

Well, it’s not a word but I’ll be happy to do it anyways :)

suddenly, a thud. Pain shot up from his right side and wrapped around to his left then up to his head. All he could do was gasp for a breath when he realised just  how hard breathing suddenly became. 

The Veteran took in shaky breaths, pleading for his lungs to fill with air again. The sounds of the world were being drowned out by ringing and thumping that switched from ear to ear, on and off on and off. 

Legend reached up, weak hands grazing over…grass? He had fallen? Is that what happened? The ringing pitched to a screech and a strained cry escaped The hero's lips as he dragged himself to his knees and buried his head into the earth, clawing and smashing his hands over his ears in hopes of giving relief from the cursed sound. 

[candy8448]

More to my Legend Headcanons:

When Link steps out of the portal in a new forest, he runs into another boy who seems to look 15. They get into a fight, he gets punched in the face and they fight until the other boy makes it clear that he isn't trying to kill him

Coincidently, this boy is also named Link

This is going to be a problem...

The two Link's wander around, trying to figure out what is going on when they stumble across a pair of a guy in a wolf pelt and a boy wearing a blue tunic with long hair, a short guy with four coloured quaters in his tunic (he looks suspiciously familiar) with a guy with a big white cape, and a group of three. A small boy wearing blue, a knight wearing a long scarf and a man in armour with curious marks on one side of his face and a scar over his blind eye.

They make a curious group, nine Links stumbling across eachother in a land they don't know presumably all heroes from different points in time, seriously in need of some nicknames.

Link finds himself named the Legend, Veteran

One time they come to his Hyrule. They return to his (uncle's) house to stock up on supplies and for him to swap out some weapons when a certain purple bunny pops out.

Link honestly thought that Ravio had left but he supposes he can let him stay and guard his things.

The chain wandered into Kakariko village when they notice how every person embraces their grumpy Vet and adore him. He is one of them and they are his people.

The knight are as horrible as ever. They attack people, including little children, for the smallest things, they stop young women in the streets and strip them off their things. Legend is usually the one who has to stop them, every single time. He has to teach little girls and boys how to fight and defend themselves and it breaks his heart.

The knights come for him especially. While the kingdom has accepted and love their hero, they he is more one of them than a prince, the knights still view it as their duty to dispose of him. People owning shops help him escape through a back window of their shops or something whenever he is backed into a corner and needs somewhere to hide.

Warriors and Time often give villagers a scare whenever they come by, but they are slowly getting used to those two being with their Link and his friends.

Legend may or may not hhave been shot in the leg in hyrule field and taken to the castle by some knights, and Ravio may or may not have had to show the rest of the chain the sewers enterance into the castle so that they can free him.

Legend had honestly gotten taken to prison quite the few times and has almost always found his way out when Zelda (or Fable now) wasn't able to get him out herself.

The fact that Legend keeps almost every one of his wanted posters kinda freaks the chain out a little.

[trippygalaxy]

howdy howdy!! i’m flatbread anon! just started reading through your work and i love it so i was wondering if i could get legend being whipped? like i mean downright worse than mashed potatoes on thanksgiving. i love him sm <3

i hope you’re having an amazing day!!

-🫓

YES FLAT BREAD ANON, YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN!!! Warning: light talk of monster guts/gore (REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED AS OF 05-30)

Legend

How on the goddesses green earth was this fair? How could you be so damned...prefect! It baffled --and annoyed-- Legend to no end. Sat by his lonesome, Legend watches you from across the makeshift camp site as you help the sailor pick monster guts from his, and your own hair.

The veteran can't help the huff that escapes his chest. How can your beauty shine even through the thick layers of sickening flesh of monster meat? How is that even possible?! Was it some sort of magical item, or perhaps some curse of beauty? You frustrated the man to no end and yet, your company is nothing less than a blessing.

A blessing...Yes, he was sure of that. Maybe, just maybe, the goddesses were taking pity on him for once and sent you as a gift. That seems like the only logical reason for how you fit so perfectly with him. Legend mind wanders for a moment, admiring ever part of you. Not only were you as charming as royalty but you were as stubborn as a mull! You challenged him quite often, yet not once where any of your words or actions fueled by ill intent.

You shushed him on a number of occasions, most notably when he was attempting to brush off your --and the groups-- concern when he was injured. Normally, a few quick witted words would have stopped his blabbering but in that moment nothing wavered his persistence. So with dwindling patience, you cupped the hoarders face and brought him close. The gesture itself rendered him speechless, he also didn't quite catch your whispered concerns as he was much more focused on you tender touch. The softness of your skin was a welcoming comfort he'd never forget.

He was positive that if he had inched a hair closer, he could of kissed you. A part of him wished he had. The thought of your tender lips meeting his --a kiss of passion and love-- send a blazing blush to his cheeks. Bringing a hand to his face, it drags down until it rests covering his mouth. This wasn't a bit fair, he decided, not fair at all.

[luimagines]

Finally did a part 2 of this cuz college is tearing me apart.

Kith kith thank you kith kith kith

TW for brief mentions of torture, murder, and subtle themes of trafficking.

—

“Why did you hide your scales??”

“I didn’t want you all to find out.”

“Why didn’t you want us to find out??”

“Due to my species secluded nature and the value people put on as a rare species, it’s taught to us as young guppies to never reveal what we truly are.”

“Why am I your favorite??”

“Sailors and pirates spread tales that we’re evil and monstrous to deter people from searching us out and invading our waters. They protected us, so when you told me of your tales, I knew you were a good guppy.”

“Is it cannibalism if you eat fish??”

“No.”

This back and forth between the Sailor and Hush, now preferring (Y/n), has been going on for the entirety of the walk to the stables. Seated on top of Epona to prevent his wound from reopening, Wind had no short of breath when asking every question he thought of in his little head. Impressively, at least to Time, (Y/n) never disappointed the boy by answering every question thrown at them, no matter how ridiculous. However, that last one was enough for everybody else.

“For the love of— Enough questions! Goddess, if I hear one more “why” I’m turning around and you’ll never see me again!” Of course Legend was the first to speak up, dramatically covering his ears with his hat.

“Come on, Legend! Are the you the least bit curious?! (Y/n) is more willing to talk now!”

The veteran just groaned, refusing to grace this frustrating argument with a response. (Y/n) merely chuckled, bringing a hand up to cover their mouth as the laughter escapes them.

“Sailor, perhaps that’s enough questions for now, you can ask me more at dinner. That sound good?” In a gentle voice contrasting the carnage they left in their wake an hour prior, (Y/n) does their best to halt whatever ludicrous questions Wind had left.

Reluctantly, the young on agreed with a small pout. “Fine, but I still think that you eating fish is cannibalism!”

“It’s really not.”

Once the stable was in eye shot, many of the group gave halfhearted cheers. It’s not often enough that they get an actual roof over their heads, so it’s a very welcome view. The large horse structure stood high above where the building actually ended, acting as a sort of beacon for the traveling heroes.

Wild, Warrior, and Time went ahead to grab a few beds for the party, one extra soft mattress for Sailor due to his heavy wound. The kid’s been busting his butt with helping everyone out lately, so it was a little treat for him, at least Warrior thought so (yes im a sucker for dad warriror to wind sue me).

Seeing that they were back in a more public area, (Y/n) goes back to being silent. At least now the chain had an idea why and didn’t question it.

(Y/n) helped getting Wind off of Epona and to the bed, lightly cooing at him whenever the boy winces in pain from the movement. The sight particularly warmed Twilight’s heart, feeling especially empathetic towards (Y/n), the two of them both hiding another side to themselves from the chain. He makes mental note to talk to them about it later, Time already asked (Y/n) for a deeper explanation of the situation.

The captain had never seen Wind so willing to help, but it was a welcome change.

Later that night, the group was huddled around a nearby cooking pot, watching Wild toss together who knows what to create their dinner. Wind was resting on his bed, absolutely exhausted from the day. Without his comments, the chain grew tense, many debating who was gonna ask (Y/n) the first question.

“What exactly is a guppy?”

Surprisingly, Sky was the one to break the ice. Everyone’s eyes shoot to either him or (Y/n), Wild almost ends up dropping his ladle into the pot.

The silence following Sky’s relatively innocent question was comical, so much so that (Y/n) couldn’t help but crack a smirk, an airy chuckle escaping them. “Oh boy, it’s gonna be a fun night. It’s just a word for a young mer, nothing more.” They lightly rolled their eyes, the personality they had known mixed with the voice they only just learnt felt so right now hand in hand.

A couple more laughs are shared before the silence from before lays over them again. Twlight shifts his weight on his feet before asking a question everyone was avoiding: “Not that we’re mad but… why did you choose to hide this?” He knew he was a hypocrite for asking such a question, but he just had to know. Maybe, deep down, he just wanted to see how the group responded to revealed secrets. “You kinda touched on it with the sailor, but you didn’t get into the meat of it.”

(Y/n) doesn’t move for a moment, the question weighing heavily on their shoulders.

Noticing their discomfort and stunned by Twilight’s question, Sky tries to speak up. “You don’t have to answer of course! Don’t force yourself—“

“I can show you.”

Without waiting for another word, (Y/n) pulls their shirt up just under their pectoral muscles, the scales the boys had seen in their companion’s arms were scattered across their stomach but…

“My peoples’ scales fetch a high price to noble pigs who use our bodies as jewelry and keep us as pets for status…” That pause to take a steadying breath, “I was trapped as a pet before, had to kill my masters to free myself before they took any more of my skin. It’s just safer to hide ourselves forever than risk becoming nothing less than a trophy.” (Y/n) chuckles humorlessly, their gaze falling to the fire in the center of the group. “Our voices can be a strong indicator for what we really are… So I kept it to myself.”

Twilight could practically see the the flashing memories and arrow fast thoughts flying pass their eyes. He watched them pull their shirt back down, a little further than it usually falls, as if hiding their scared body will erase the pain entirely.

The rancher relaxed his shoulders and sat himself next to them, noting that they shift away when his pelt brushing their back. “That explains a whole heckin lot… Thank you for tellin us, Hush,” (Y/n) relaxes, “even though I bet it stinks having to tell us already.” He smiles and lightly slugs their shoulder, trying to bring some of the playful energy back to the group. “So, you sure it ain’t cannibalism eatin fish?”

“For the love of the goddesses— It isn’t!” (Y/n) overdramatic groan has to be the loudest the chain has heard them speak, if you don’t count their shriek from earlier. Laughter sings around the circle with (Y/n) going into an exasperated rant that they didn’t really mean.

They think they can get used to speaking this loud.

—

tada, again! \(•v•\)

oh my god- I was not expecting this.

A dark but very realistic background for our friend Hush. Poor thing.

But also- Can't say I'm surprised. Mermaids and sirens are mythical creatures. It only makes too much sense for those rich and ignorant to take advantage of them.

They're free now though! And with good friends and people who will defend them!

Hopefully they do get used to speaking out loud. And maybe learn to blend in a little more with the others when they speak so they don't get caught and figured out.

[breannasfluff]

Jump (LU)

“You’d jump if you weren’t such a coward.” Legend’s voice is a harsh sneer, grating in Sky’s ears. “It would be easier for everyone if you got this over with.”

He can’t hold back the tremble of his lip. “But…I don’t think I want to anymore.”

“After everything? All that whining and complaining and now you want to back out?”

“I just…maybe it’s not worth it, okay? Maybe there’s another way.”

The veteran just rolls his eyes. “Of course you’d run away. What a disappointment.” Then he steps forward and shoves Sky off the ledge.

He falls and he screams, then ice is filling his mouth and he’s choking, thrashing to swim to the surface.

“Ledge! I could have died!”

“Din’s Fire, you baby! It’s just a lake!”

“It’s cold!”

Legend is pulling off his tunic to join him. “And you whined all day about being hot!”

“But—“

“Cannonball!” Wind runs past both of them and crashes into the lake, sending a spray of water to soak Sky.

He shrieks and Wind surfaces, giggling. “It’s better if you get it over with all at once!”

Sky sticks his tongue out in retaliation. “I think you missed a spot; let me help.”

Now it’s Wind’s term to yowl as he splashes across the lake, chased by Sky. “Legend! Save me!”

The veteran is busy sliding off the rock and poking a toe in the water. He grimaces when he pulls it back. “It is…chilly.”

Now he agrees? After rudely pushing Sky in?

Legend is backing up, shaking his head. “You know, I think I changed my mind—“

“No take backs!” Unnoticed, Twilight scoops him up and tosses him into the water.

If Sky’s scream was loud, Legend sounds like a remlit dunked in a lake. Wind escapes, only because the chosen hero is laughing so hard he starts sinking.

When Legend surfaces, he fixes a vengeful eye on Twilight, still watching from the rock. “You’re going to regret that.”

“I’m shaking in my boots,” he deadpans.

The vet’s eyes catch on something and Sky covers a smile. Time is slinking up behind Twilight, intent on providing the same treatment.

The rancher spins at the last moment, making Time freeze. “Nice try, old man, but that won’t work on me.”

“Worth a try,” he says easily, before wrapping his arms around Twilight and tipping them both into the lake.

From the shore, Four, Wild, Warriors, and Hyrule sun themselves like starfish. Well, if they want to roast, that’s their problem.

[amongthebooks]

Thinking about Ghost and Soap who both knew they’d end up together within moments of their first meeting. Who, despite the lieutenant’s history of being stand-offish and the sergeant’s general surface-level friendliness, immediately clicked. 

There was no worrying about ranks, or hesitation due to personal baggage. No. They were so sure of their feelings that they got together as soon as the mess with Hassan wrapped up. Their captain pointedly letting it slide when it became clear that it was more than a quick fling, when he saw how much of a positive impact they had on each other. 

Thinking about how their love for each other translated into becoming unstoppable on the field. The two were so in sync that even their other teammates thought they had help from the divine. Where one of them ended, the other began - they were extensions of each other, in such a way that even the roughest missions resulted in the two’s safe return, hand in hand.

Thinking about how the soldiers assigned underneath them always knew that they would be coming home in one piece. That the terrifying masked man would make calls for the benefit of them, first. Ensuring that no man would get left behind no matter how dire things seemed.

That the sergeant would always ensure morale was up, throwing around jokes and asking about their personal lives in a way that lifted their spirits. Making sure everyone knew that they were more than just another body to toss aside, always encouraging them to continue on so they could make it back to their loved ones.

Thinking about how many lives Ghost and Soap touched, how many years they spent spreading the legend of the 141’s success - all of it built on the back of the companionship that they found together.

Thinking about how easy of a decision retirement was to them. How, when one brought it up, the other was quick to agree without hesitation. They knew that they had dedicated years of their lives to serving, and that they should finally take some much needed time for themselves. Knowing the legacy they had left behind - a family of soldiers who were as efficient as they were kind. 

Thinking about their transition into civilian lives. How Ghost surprised Soap with a small cottage near the town the man grew up in - close enough for family visits, while being just far enough on the wooded outskirts to allow them the privacy they deserved. 

How Soap took up leading a team of youth’s football and finally had the time to work on his art. How Ghost retired into Simon, his masks becoming something he left behind as he grew more confident in letting the world see his scars. Working as a trainer for service animals, specifically for veterans - wanting to give back to the community that had graced him with his own dog. 

Thinking about Simon and Johnny finally tying the knot. The proposal happening on their yearly anniversary of their first mission together, the question asked as they laid together under the stars. Celebrating the fact that they could take the night to bask in each other’s presence - no reports, missions, or soldiers to otherwise preoccupy them.

Thinking about how the ceremony was small - Soap’s parents and two older sisters on one side, and Price, Gaz and Laswell on the other. Both having their families there to witness the most important day of their life. How both vows and first kisses were exchanged as the witnesses cheered for the happy couple. 

Thinking about their much larger reception. Where all of Soap’s extended family came to celebrate the occasion, delighted to finally meet the man who had stolen their John’s heart. How some soldiers crashed the party, the ones who kept in touch after they had served with the duo. Happy to raise their drinks in celebration of their success story - the two having managed long and prosperous careers and escaped to tell the tale. 

How Price made a toast to the newly Riley-MacTavishes, recounting multiple embarrassing stories about the both of them while they were under his command. Explaining that they were like the sons he never had, and that he was so proud of who they helped each other grow to be. Maybe even throwing in some jokes that claimed he was the reason that they had gotten together.

Thinking about Simon and Johnny finding somewhere quiet that night, taking a moment to reflect on how amazing it was that their life turned out like it did. Recounting that first mission they went on together, laughing at the thought of a younger Soap saving the seat for the superior he had only just met. Lavishing each other in soft kisses as reality sunk in. The quiet cottage, the dog, the family that loved them both - they had it all.

Thinking about how they promised to spend the rest of their days by the other’s side. 

Knowing that they wouldn’t trade any of it for the world. 

[bokettochild]

So, inspired by my Chain and Magic post, I have written something. It is short and I don't know if I'm going to continue it, but here it is.

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  Legend is nice.

  Okay, that’s wrong, Legend isn’t nice, per say, but he feels nice. 

  Wild can’t explain exactly what he means by that to the others, but it’s true. Being around Legend feels nice, safe, peaceful. Granted, the vet is one of the most vocal and most salty members of their chain of Links, and he’s certainly got his share of issues, but there's something about sitting next to him after a long day that reminds Wild of Death.

  Okay, that also sounds wrong, let's back up, yeah?

  Since meeting Legend, Wild has been able to feel Death on him. As someone who’s died himself, it’s hard not to. There’s a certain magic about Death, something distinctive that he’s learned will make those who’ve experienced it perk up when they sense the magic that reflects that which lingers on their own selves. 

  It happens with stal-monsters, it happens with skull-children, it even happens with the champions. Maybe that’s where he learned to sense it; the champions. Their magic still lingers about him and he’s learned to sense them by magic alone. Not that he can use much magic, only the kind that they’ve given him, but he still knows what death magic feels like.

  So that’s why he knows that he feels it when he’s near Legend.

  It’s not strong, by any means. It’s not magic like a soul that is lingering in the mortal world, or even like a death curse or anything (Urbosa assures him that isn’t what it is anyways) it’s just, Death.

  He can see where she has traced her mark on the vet’s skin, feel her magic seeping from the scar that by all rights should have killed his brother (maybe did). Her fingers have brushed from his jaw down; etched down his throat and across his shoulders, curling around one arm and back up, down his torso and his thighs and back up to the place on his back where Death must have lingered for a moment, lingered to take a soul, but stopped before it was gone.

  He doesn’t know what made the scars, what accident or incident it was that etched a white trail up and down Legend’s skin the way it has, but he’d studied the marks closely the one time they all went swimming together, and when he's dared to reach out and touch one time, taking Legend’s left hand in his own and tracing the splintering scars, he’d felt Death whispering at him from the contact.

  It was nice.

  A lot of the heroes think that dying is a horrible thing. Twilight talks about it as some inevitable monster that they couldn’t escape, and Warriors much the same. The younger ones see it as distant while Time worries about it, but Wild has seen death. He’s died once before, he remembers, although not well, what had happened.

  He’d been in pain. Hurting, hurting so bad! He’d been in absolute agony in one moment and the next- Warmth, darkness. A gentle caress wiping away the cares of life, assuring him he had done his duty.

  It’s been the hardest memory of all to unlock, but it had come to him one day when he’d, in a fit of exhaustion, flopped against the veteran instead of Twilight, who was on his other side, and felt the death magic touch him again. He’d come back to himself to find a very startled Legend and highly concerned Twilight, the rest of the heroes staring as he’d sobbed for a reason even he couldn’t explain.

  Death had been nice.

  She was warm where everyone in his life before had been cold and judgemental. She had held him tight and fought for him when no one and nothing had ever fought for him before.

  She had lost. Some blue magic pulled him back into light and cold and pain and water. She’d tried to take him back when the water had clouded his senses and filled his lungs, but even though she would brush against him, trying, reaching, straining, Death was unable to grasp him as he’d drowned and drowned and drowned, all without being allowed to die, until the lid of the Shrine had lifted and air had plunged into his lungs to wake him and Death had been cast so far away he could no longer remember her.

  But Legend felt like her. And because of that, Legend was safe.

  He couldn’t explain it, but as much as he loves Time, and Twilight (and Wolfie of course) sometimes, when his memories are bad, he doesn’t seek out the two older men. Sometimes, when his memories hurt and he wishes he was dead, he goes and he sits next to Legend instead.

  Legend doesn’t seem to mind. If Wild can feel him, then Legend can probably feel Wild’s death too, but he never says anything. No, Legend doesn’t speak up at all. If Wild is holding his hand and tracing his scars, pushing up a green sleeve to follow white trails up the vet’s lithe arm, the other boy doesn’t protest. He does stare sometimes, but he doesn’t ask.

  He likes that about Legend. Legend never asks anyone to explain their quirks and habits. He certainly stares at them, and sometimes he seems to be trying to read them, or their magic even; his own poking at theirs in a curious manner, but Legend’s magic feels just a bit like death too, so it’s okay. Wild can’t control his inner magic the same way Hyrule and Legend do, but he knows his magic responds in pleasure to the vet’s presence, and that alone seems to be enough for Legend to accept that sometimes he just wants to sit with him.

[layraket]

Day 7 - Only for Emergencies

Character(s): Hyrule (LU)

Words: 1096

Summary: Thunder is a powerful and expensive spell. Even with all that, will be enough?

Whump scale: 2 (see the full scale here)

Warnings: Injuries and burns

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In fights the ones that stay in front are Time, Sky and Warriors. Wild, Wind and Four play support. Twilight, Legend and Hyrule attack the ones that try to get away.

Usually this method works very well, until it doesn’t.

There were reports of an army of monsters going around the edge of the forest in Warriors’ era, and they needed to get rid of them.

It would be easy, if only these weren’t overpowered monsters. The locals weren’t lying when they called it a whole army.

Soon it was clear that their normal formation wouldn’t work here, Four being the first to be outnumbered and get a hit in the shoulder.

Hyrule wasn’t sure where to go. They didn’t discuss the tactic here with this number of enemies, so he ran to the first one that he saw.

“Wild!” When usually the champion was on top of a tree he was fighting with all the ferocity that gave away his title. There were at least 15 monsters around him trying to land a fatal hit.

The traveler made his way through the horde and took down a good amount of the enemies. More were coming, now trying to close any gap or chance for escape.

It was clear that in no time they will be again cornered. This seems to be the last ones at least, but that didn’t make it easier.

Then the roar was heard.

A lynel, maybe from Wild’s era, came running to aid the rest of the small army.

The fact that it had a golden fur with black spots didn’t give Hyrule any positive thoughts.

“Golden Lynel!” Wild shouted from behind him. “They’re fast, try to stay away from its way when running!”

He had zero plans of staying in front of it, don’t worry.

The first one to go for it was Wild, obviously for being the most familiar with these monsters, the rest of them kept the other enemies from going after him. The champion has fought bigger ones, he could handle this.

Hyrule was now with Legend, defending the corners where the fight with the lynel was taking place. They were the most coordinated when fighting, it came natural with their skills.

Another roar made him stop a second, maybe Wild landed a decent hit.

Then the world was on fire.

“BACK UP! NOW!!” The warning came a little late, fire was already too close to do almost anything.

He heard Wind’s scream, and looked around to find him with his arm burned. Warriors was already next to him with a potion, taking him temporally away from the fight.

Hyrule scanned the surroundings, Time seems to be okay with Four next to him, Sky was supporting Twilight who seemed that had gotten a decent 2nd grade burn on his arm and leg.

Legend was safe next to him, that were eight of them… And Wild?

His silent question was answered seconds later, the sound of a weapon breaking coming to his ears after the sound of things burning ceased.

The champion was throwing a lot of his arsenal to the lynel, blue light coming from his hip non-stop with the weapons appearing in his hands. If he continued with this he will not have any way to attack.

“That fucking idiot!” Legend hissed behind him, the false venom hiding that worry in his tone for the champion.

“We need to do something.” The monsters were still too many to move around without getting into a fight, at this rate they will get killed.

He needs to kill them all, now.

Plan made he ran, leaving his place next to the veteran, ignoring his yell of warning.

He needed to get to the center, from there he will get the most of them. And if he wants to really help, kill that lynel.

When he arrived to where was the main fight, Wild was just avoiding getting hit with only a simple sword on his hands. He was already out of weapons.

Ignoring how the champion looked alarmed with how he sprinted towards the lynel he used his magic to jump and get to its back. Grabbing with all the strength he had its mane he called.

Electricity ran through his fingers, exploding with a strong charge and burning anything that came in contact with it.

He concentrated in no hurting his brothers, only focusing on the cursed blood of the monsters to channel all the energy.

Screams and roars from the enemies didn’t came to his ears, silent by the sound of all the powerful energy coming from his hands.

The spell dissipated and colors aside from white and hints of blue came to his vision, together with the sound around him.

Most of the monsters were already dead, burned down by the lighting and only a few being taken care of by his brothers.

The lynel was still alive, though.

It tried to get free from the uninvited passenger on its back, jumping even with sudden spams came through its limbs.

This thing wasn’t dying easily. Hyrule wasn’t either.

He called again for his magic, he still had enough to cast lighting again. This time, he used a little more of energy.

The buzzing came again with the blinding light, now concentrating all that in one objective. The spell stopped and the damn thing was still alive.

He was about to just grab his sword and try to stab it multiple times, but now seeing how it was running towards Wild made him act on instinct.

Lighting hit again the beast, stopping it on its tracks and giving the champion time to move. It was still alive. What did this lynel eat when growing up?!

His magic was running low, he only had a little of his normal reserve and the one for emergencies.

It was running towards the wounded of the group, now not paying attention to who was on its back. This was an emergency.

The traveler, with all the strength he had left, grabbed big amounts of the lynel’s mane, filling his lungs with air, and then lighting exploded.

It was almost like a big boom around; the world being covered in a blinding white and the only noise that came to his ears was the buzzing of electricity.

It stopped, his magic maybe now completely empty and leaving his fingers. His hands couldn’t keep grabbing the mane and he let go.

Falling from its back he heard a distant call for his name, at least the lynel was falling together with him.

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This will have a continuation! (not on whumptober tho)

[occasionallyprosie]

"Take A Break"

Chapter 3: "Take a Broken Hero"

Legend wasn't unaware when things weren't reality, but sometimes the fake world he forged in his mind was better than what was real.

Febuwhump 2024 | Prompt 21: Unresponsive

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Warnings: Graphic violence

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Legend had a very... strained relationship with just about any plane of existence that wasn't reality.

At some point though, he checked out of reality and into his own head.

Yeah, sure, he was distantly aware of the blinding pain and the burning and freezing and electrocution, and sure, he was aware he was still trying to scream--and failing, his voice still torn and gone--and escape the pain, but all of that was pure instinctual actions.

He was someplace white, someplace... floaty. Nothing to feel, nothing to run from, just... tranquility. Whenever the active infliction of pain subsided, the white would clear to a blissful forest that would soon disappear as the pain, distant though it was, picked up again.

It would stop sometimes, and he could explore the forest, but most times it just didn't.

They found him.

Warriors had gone on a warpath. He knew he freaked a couple of the other heroes out, particularly Wind, oddly enough, the rest of them seemed to understand his movements.

When they finally tracked them down and got him back... he was in bad condition. Wild had said in a low whisper that Legend might beat him out in scars now, and nobody was able to refute that.

Now Warriors sat in a chair beside the bed of a private hospital room, watching over their currently unresponsive teammate. Legend was asleep so it seemed, eyes shut, soft breaths slipping between barely parted lips. To be completely honest, Warriors hadn't ever seen him so... relaxed.

Even then, there was still a line drawn between his shoulders, an anticipation of something, as usual, but with none of the preparation to act. Somehow, Warriors hated that more than anything.

That was a lie, he hated himself more than anything. He hated that he didn't keep an eye on Legend like he promised he would, he hated that the scholar got taken under his watch, he hated that Legend had brand new, awful scars when not long ago he had mentioned idly to Warriors that after his first two adventures he had learned to be especially careful of getting injured and therefore was one of the heroes on the lesser end of the scar bearing spectrum.

He hated the meaningless brands that covered Legend's body, likely just caused by a hot rod or blade to cauterize the wound beneath. There was the exception of his face for the most part, but his cheek and just above his eyebrows had the same treatment. Hot burns and then freezer burns around the edges, electrical burns in his sides and to be honest, his heart was erratic at best.

The doctors had declared his case impossible, that anyone else would've died.

Yet Legend still breathed, his heart still beat and Warriors silenced himself just so he could listen to it every now and then... it was steadying out. According to the doctors, it shouldn't steady out like that, it should stop. Warriors knew that too.

Nobody knew why, but somehow, against all odds their veteran was alive.

Just... not all there yet.

Every time Warriors closed his eyes, he remembered that first room. How many tables there were, what items were on them, the walls and how they were covered in burns and blood. The main table, and the conglomeration of blood, sweat, and tears that soaked it. The nail scratches in the table, the flesh on the floor...

Warriors had an image in his mind and his memory did not allow him to forget the gruesome scene.

So, with that in mind, Warriors had no problem with Legend not being back up yet. He was surviving what should not be survivable. He deserved some rest... and for the burns to finish healing, and the rest of his injuries to heal, so he wouldn't be in pain when he woke up.

Warriors just wanted the teenager to relax, he'd just wanted him to act his age for once, and this? This is what happened?

He couldn't say he knew what Legend's life had been like up to this point, but never in a million years could he imagine the kid had gone through something worse... And this was his fault. He let his guard down. He promised to take care of things and Legend got kidnapped and tortured.

It was his fault.

He refused to leave the teenaged Veteran's side. The doctors eventually would kick him out, which would lead to Time really reverting to Mask and forcing Warriors to shower, clean, eat, and rest until he was allowed back in Legend's room.

It took a whole week before Warriors, in the dead silence of the room, feeling the almost steady heartbeat from the wrist in his hand, felt the heartbeat rapidly pick up and heard a sharp inhale.

For the first time in a whole week of unresponsiveness, Legend moved. He twisted slightly, face scrunching up, a whine escaping pursed lips.

"Hey, hey--" Warriors quickly moved up, brushing Legend's dislodged hair from his face. "Vet, it's okay. You’re safe, it's alright."

"C-Cap'n?" Legend whimpered. His eyes were still squeezed shut. Warriors wanted to beg him to open his eyes, to show that there was someone alive behind them.

"I'm right here. I'm right here. I got you. It's going to be alright," he promised.

The rabbit-fast heartbeat beneath his fingers and the quick breaths soon softened out, slowing to something calm and quiet. Just as quick and suddenly as he had woken up, he was back asleep.

But he had woken up, and Warriors let the suffocating feeling of pure grief leave him. Legend was here, he was alive, and even if it should've been impossible, he'd woken up. However briefly, he had woken up.

It was only a day or so later when Legend came to a while longer.

Warriors still, out of fear, held his wrist just to feel his pulse, to track the heartbeat that had only just basically steadied out.

"Nnnn..." Legend twisted slightly, tugging his wrist and Warriors was quick to let go as he stood fast.

"Hey, hey Link, are you with me?" Warriors called softly.

Legend blinked, his eyes honest to the golden three opened. He looked dazed, definitely not present, but he was aware and that was plenty good enough for Warriors.

"Lin'... Cap'n?" He murmured frowning at him with a confused expression. "Huh... t-that's a new one."

A new one? What could...

"No, no, no," Warriors was quick to grab his hand, "not a new one. It's me, I'm here, I'm real, Scholar, I promise. I'm right here and you’re okay now. You’re safe."

Legend sort of stared at him, then his eyes slid down and his head tilted for him to look at the hand Warriors had grabbed. He frowned.

Warriors loosened his grip but froze as Legend's hand twitched... then slowly tried to hold his hand in return.

"Don... don' go," Legend begged. "P-Please, I can't--I can't keep--Please don’t go."

"No, hey, shhh, it's okay," Warriors promised, taking his hand in both hands and squeezing ever so gently. He moved closer, just to let go and brush away the tears that had fallen. "It's okay. Hey, it's alright, you’re alright, I swear. I'm right here, I won't leave, I won't. I got you, it's okay now. You're safe."

As he kept speaking useless, random platitudes and reassurances falling from his lips, Legend stopped crying. He tilted his head into Warriors' hand and tried, Warriors hated how he could barely feel his hand twitch and try to clench, to squeeze his hand in return.

It was a while until some clarity and genuine awareness formed behind sleep dazed eyes.

"Y... You’re... You’re here?" He mumbled, brows knitting. His eyes widened suddenly.

"I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere," Warriors promised. "You’re safe. It's safe."

"M'voice," he seemed to say to himself. Warriors felt that pit in his stomach sink as he noticed the awe and relief in the young hero's face at the fact he could hear his own voice.

Distance slowly formed in his eyes, for a moment it looked like he fought to stay but eventually just... drifted off.

Warriors had seen people dissociate before, soldiers who survived the war, men who made it pass the horrors that battle brought.

He had never, even for all the things he knew the heroes had seen, expected one of the heroes to fall into that pit. Yet in the aftermath, Legend had and he'd fallen bad.

Warriors watched him move and he seemed fine, he seemed normal, he seemed like he'd bounced back perfectly fine, but at the same time both he and the other heroes could tell Legend wasn't quite there. He spaced out a lot, hardly responded to any of them, he clearly wasn't mentally sound or stable.

They couldn't exactly leave him behind, so Warriors asked Hyrule to stay close to their Scholar, then they moved onto the next era. He didn't trust himself to protect the younger hero anymore.

They made it through several eras, they tried to get Legend back into battle at least to defend himself but Warriors felt ill when he realized Legend couldn't even close his hand around the handle of his blade, and lifting it was a whole other story. He carried it fine, resting at his back perfectly fine, but he couldn't wield it and Warriors wasn't sure how to help that. Wild said he had the same problem when he first woke up, his muscles were nonexistent after the hundred year nap, and so he was trying to work Legend gradually into gripping and lifting.

Warriors watched from a distance. How was he supposed to help this? Because even if Legend was getting better, even if on the best of days he would be present, most he was spacey, blanked out, and just... wasn't all there. When it got bad, he wouldn't even respond to the slightest bit of stimuli.

It was worrying, and Warriors didn't know what to do about it.

The next portal took them to an unknown era, or Warriors assumed as much because none of the other heroes were there to tell him and it wasn't his own.

A separation shift, one of those portals that were unstable and dropped them at random places in space at the same point in time.

Oh this was not good.

Legend didn't know exactly when the pain had stopped. He'd stopped feeling it a while ago, but he knew, distantly, that it was still being inflicted. There was a point when things were soft and fluffy, his mind filled with cotton, and fear had worked its way in, but when he was able to move and think it had faded.

He felt numb and his mind wouldn't focus. He heard words but beyond registering them as the voice of someone he trusted and recognizing them as orders, he didn't listen. They slipped from his fingers and he was left just watching.

On one hand, maybe he should've been worried about that. Maybe he shouldn't have been so... calm, maybe he shouldn't have been so distant. On the other hand, he didn't need to think, he didn't know what was needed but some part of him whispered that it wasn't safe, that he could just go away and hide.

And well, he was a bunny at his core. Running and hiding was first nature, so when his body and mind gave him a nice hollow to retreat to and stay away from the fear, from the panic and pain, from the darkness of reality, he was more than willing to disconnect.

It was safer.

Well, until the danger came to him and nothing stopped it. Then instinct kicked in and he wasn't just running in his mind.

Legend was dragged from his safe space as claws sunk into his shoulder and he was tackled from behind.

Newer, trained, forced instincts kicked in. His skin tugged at his muscles and bones in a way that was just wrong, but he'd fought past that wrong before. He rolled forward and managed to kick the lizalfos away.

He gasped, standing quickly and taking a stand. He had to get away from here, from the monsters and to someplace safe, he had to go before the burning--

There were two lizalfos, one that he'd kicked and one that was prowling him. On top of that was the dark nut to his left and a deku baba behind him.

Runrun--RUN! The voice in his head screamed, it begged for him to escape, to find safety away from the danger, away from the pain.

How could he run? He was surrounded. He needed to fight--

Fight? A voice whispered and it sounded like Their Voice. It reminded him he was tied down, that ropes and chains kept him from getting away from the pain.

He shook his head, darkness trying to hide everything from him, a blindfold trying to block everything out so he'd feel the pain that much more.

He was in pain, his back throbbed in pain, but there were four monsters around him and nothing on his wrists or in his blood to stop him from moving.

Link, a soft voice sang behind him. You must fight. I know it is scary, but take up your weapon.

The dark nut lumbered toward him, a lizalfos darted forward, he jerked backward and the deku baba lunged to bite him.

Draw your blade! The safe voice cried out and he responded.

Metal sang as he slashed frantically at the sentient plant. He dodged to the side, muscles pulled too far, skin tugging painfully in ways it shouldn't for the movements he made.

He rolled beneath the second lizalfos and ducked under the dark nut's swinging blade right after. He spun around to its back and slashed at the hole in its armor, causing the thing to collapse easily.

He tried to turn but his body just wouldn't move like he needed it to.

He stole the lizalfos curved blade as it threw it at him and he caught it with his own. He managed to dodge around the second one, hissing at the uncomfortable tug of his skin.

He cut it. He sliced through the skin that wouldn't move the way he needed it to, breaking open wounds that tried to bring memories to his eyes.

Link, keep moving.

Her voice drove the memories back, though they still played behind his eyes, they didn't overtake his thoughts and vision.

Seven more self inflicted cuts later, Legend could move with his original freedom, exhaustion and lack of strength be damned, his adrenaline made up for what his body lacked now that his mobility and dexterity was regained.

He danced out of the reach of the lizalfos who had begun to coordinate and match.

He cut through both at the throat with a spin attack.

The monsters fell and Legend staggered a bit. He panted heavily, shaking his head to try and clear away the voices, the begging to just step back, to hide and be safe from the pain that stung every part of his body.

"No. No--Shut up!" He pressed a hand to his head. Voices were the wrong word, urges was better and they were stronger than just a voice. It was exhausting, the space in his mind, just watching things was safer--until a battle came. The others could walk and follow and talk, but he held the blade, he stood and fought. They could run and hide but he had to fight. He had worked to make himself forge battle instincts that suppressed the prey instincts.

Well done, Fi said softly, and welcome back, Link. It is a pleasure to hear you again.

He laughed bitterly. "Thanks, Fi. You too," he croaked. Goddesses he was tired, his whole body hurt--that was expected though. He did just cut himself up.

He didn't have any healing supplies, he tried to shuffle through the blurry, dreamy memories of the past few weeks but he had a feeling they didn't plan on him being alone.

It was probably better to heal slowly, and he did have bandages. He moved over to a rock, sitting back on it and slowly working bandages over the new cuts along his body, tugging his tunic and jerkin off to finish up. He made a note to mend his clothes later.

He got back up and immediately was hit by vertigo and fell back, breathing heavily as exhaustion tried to set in.

"No," he muttered, as if exhaustion was something he could talk to and tell off. "I'm getting up and moving, and you can't stop me."

Fi hummed her amusement. He appreciated her breaking the silence with that, it kept him here.

He had to find at the very least a place that was safe to take shelter in until he regained energy, or he could climb a tree, that would test his mobility for sure.

He looked up. Yeah no, he's not climbing those trees.

He just had to hold onto reality long enough to find the others, then he could take a break.

Warriors found Sky, the two of them fought off a whole camp of monsters before moving on.

"I'm trying to dowse for the Vet," Sky told him the moment the monsters were defeated. "We can't leave him alone with how he's been."

"I know," Warriors sighed. "It's not--He's not stable yet. We've been here a whole day and I'm just hoping someone's found him."

"Me too. This way." Sky led the way through the forest.

In no time, Warriors heard metal clanging and the familiar noises of battle.

He glanced at Sky and they ran.

They broke into a clearing just in time to see Legend, covered in well-wrapped bandages, twisting in air and slipping between two blades that swung from opposite directions at him, completely parallel to the ground.

A moment later, Legend landed and an explosion tore the two crocodilian, axe-wielding apart.

The Veteran staggered as he stood again.

"Vet!" Warriors ran over, Legend startled as he approached but let Warriors grab his shoulders and check him over. "Are you alright? What happened? What's with the bandages? Where--Are you okay?"

Legend stared at him, clearly disoriented but Warriors was relieved to see him there, present and listening.

"I'm fine. Just needed to reopen some scars for mobility reasons. Nothing else's touched me--'cept a lizalfos but I don't count that."

"Reopen--Are you insane?"

"No. Fi says I'm actually more mentally sound than I have been in about two months, and that's saying something considering my head is currently trying to split in half between fighting and running." He gave a lopsided grin. "So actually, I'll amend that answer to a maybe."

He honestly couldn't care about the debatable mental stability of the Scholar, because he was back, he was here and he was present and he wasn't blanking out or spacing out.

He pulled him into a hug, Legend made a squawking noise but let it happen.

He pulled away fairly quickly, not wanting to make him feel trapped. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, not for the first time.

Legend stared at him, eyes wide and startled. Then mirth filled them.

He shoved Warriors away by the forehead. "Ain't nothing to apologize for, Captain."

Somehow, that was the best response he could've gotten.

[starsandsnakes]

Top Gun x Marauders ff?

Top Gun: the elite training program where the best naval aviators in the world come to compete. For Sirius "Padfoot" Black, it's more than just a proving ground - it's a chance to escape the shadow of his powerful family, live up to the legacy of his late uncle Alphard, and carve out his own path in the sky. Alongside his best friend and RIO, James "Prongs" Potter, Sirius enters the high-stakes, high-speed world of aerial combat training, determined to prove he’s earned his place.

But not everyone is convinced. Severus "Phantom" Snape, a cool and calculating pilot, believes Sirius is only there because of his family name, a suspicion that fuels an intense rivalry. While Padfoot and Prongs soar to new heights, Marlene "Snippy" McKinnon and her wingwoman and girlfriend, Dorcas "Valkyrie" Meadowes, dominate the competition as the duo to beat. But it’s not just about being the best - I t’s about earning the respect of legends like "Mad-Eye" Moody, the grizzled veteran who sees echoes of Sirius' uncle in him.

When Sirius crosses paths with Remus "Moony" Lupin, a brilliant instructor with a sharp mind and a passion for the sky, he finds himself facing his toughest challenge yet - one that’s both thrilling and terrifying. As sparks fly and emotions run high, Sirius learns that there’s more to flying than pushing the limits; sometimes, you have to trust someone else to guide you through the turbulence.

Meanwhile, James and Lily navigate their own journey as James struggles to balance his reckless bravery with the responsibilities of being a team player, while Lily provides support from the ground, mirroring her bond with her late husband. Their story is one of love, loss, and finding the courage to let go.

As the competition intensifies, alliances form, rivalries deepen, and the stakes grow higher. With Phantom in his rearview and Snippy pushing him harder than ever, Sirius must confront his past, his doubts, and the ghost of a family legacy that looms over him. Can he prove to everyone, including himself, that he belongs, or will he crash and burn under the weight of expectation?

This fanfic will be dropping eventually