#live laugh love ravio

[bluutooth]

I had so much fun drawing him mightve gotten carried away WHOOPS

Gift for @localicecreambiter of their ravio and link designs cuz i looooove them

[tenderleavesbob]

“I was raised by a tree,” Mask said. The others scoffed and told Mask to stop joking, but Link knew it had to be true. Mask was like Proxi. Mask didn’t lie. Not knowingly. Not deliberately.

“I don’t have parents,” Mask said, and Link knew that was true, too. Mask didn’t seem to understand what parents were.

“I’m okay on my own,” Mask said, and Link knew that was bullshit. The only time Mask could lie to Link was when he lied to himself.

Before the war, before the attack by Volga, before Link realized how many fantastic stories his grandma told him were actually true, Link had few expectations in life. He joined the military because they offered food and a safe place to sleep. He discovered that he liked it and decided it was something he could not only do but make a life out of doing. He never expected to gain any real rank or be recognized. Even as the other soldiers talked about their dreams about a wedding and a spouse and children with their eyes and eyes, Link couldn’t imagine anything like that for himself. His path seemed clear enough. Live by the sword, die by the sword, fight well enough for a good grave.

The moment Link saw Mask and Tune, his plans changed.

“I don’t need tucked in,” Mask complained as Link smoothed the blanket over him.

Not a lie. Mask didn’t need it. It didn’t change the fact that he liked it and wanted it. It didn’t change how he relaxed under the blanket and settled under Link’s hands.

“Maybe I need it,” Link retorted. Not a lie. “I like knowing you’re in one piece at the end of the day.”

While Mask stuck his tongue out at him, Link turned to Tune on his cot. Tune wasn’t like Mask. He could lie and merrily did, often with dramatic flair. Link tried to keep him away from Ravio as much as he could, with limited success. Tune didn’t have parents, either, and admitted that he couldn’t really remember them. He did have a loving grandmother, though, and a little sister he adored. He didn’t fuss when Link smoothed the blankets over him. He even tilted toward Link with a hopeful smile, and Link laughed when he kissed his forehead.

“What I need,” Tune declared with a bright grin, “is a bedtime story. We haven’t had one of those in a while.”

“You had one last night!” Link ruffled Tune’s hair and walked back to his small desk. Mask was on the way with a pout he didn’t have mere moments before. 

Mask didn’t need kisses, he claimed, and it was technically true. It didn’t stop Link from pausing long enough to kiss his forehead. He watched the tension drain from Mask’s small shoulders before continuing to his desk.

“Last night was a while ago,” Tune argued. “Hours ago, even! C’mon. A small story?”

Mask had also made it clear, multiple times, that he didn’t need stories. Link thought that was another instance where he lied to himself and to Link. Everyone needed stories, after all. Even as the stories of past heroes threatened to break Link, the stories with happy endings kept him moving forward day after day.

“Well, what story would you like?” Link asked. He shuffled through some letters on his desk, lit by a small lamp. Darkness had fallen hours ago. “About a Zora princess?”

“No!” Mask snapped, so quickly that both Link and Tune stared at him.

Link coughed and went back to his papers. His hands paused on a rough draft of a letter. The final draft was better. Sincere and apologetic without his own selfish grief pouring through. Link quietly crumpled it. “All right then. Hmmm. What about an ancient knight? One who flew in the skies?”

Something he once believed no more than a fantastic story, woven beautifully by his grandmother and painted by odd dreams. Now...

Mask mused on it, and Link and Tune waited for him to decide. Tune was happy with anything. Link thought he just liked oral stories. The cadence of them, the feeling of the words uniting everyone. 

There was a letter from Linkle. Link brushed his fingers over it. He received it yesterday but hadn’t had a chance to respond yet. She laughed at him and teased him. Whoever would have believed that Link would be the first one from their group to have children? her letter read.

Certainly not Link. That hole had always been inside of him, but Link thought it was small, mostly filled in by duty and his fellow soldiers. After Cia? After the Triforce appeared on his hand? After the sudden rise in rank and the terror of the weight on his shoulders and after old friends began drifting away, looking at him like they had never seen him before? That hole had seemed endless, threatening to swallow him.

Yet Tune and Mask had patched it so easily.

“All right,” Mask decided at last. “That’ll do.”

Tune didn’t need Link. Link knew that. Link took him into his care and protected him as much as he could from the horrors of war and ensured that he always had a safe harbor in this storm, but despite being young, Tune was steady. Tune was able to take what he needed and offered his own care in return. When this war was over, home waited for Tune with warm, loving arms.

“That’ll do,” Tune repeated with relish. Mask eyed him suspiciously, but Link noted he didn’t move from the warm cocoon of his blankets. He rarely did after Link tucked him in.

Link prayed to all of the Goddesses he knew that Mask had someone waiting for him in his era. Mask swore he didn’t need anyone, but Link recognized the shadows in Mask’s eyes. He knew what that awful, gnawing darkness felt like.

He hoped that being with Link alleviated some of that darkness for Mask like being with Mask did for Link.

“That’ll do,” LInk parroted with a grin. He turned away from Linkle’s letter. It could wait until after storytime. “Maybe years ago, before there was a Hyrule…”

[sapphicseasapphire]

Does Legend ever learn to appreciate Outset as a distinct culture instead of through the lens of his own timeline?

Yes!! Over the course of their adventure, the Cryptid Chain visits Outset quite a bit! The first time that Legend visits, it’s a shock. He’d been bracing for it- Wind literally talks about his home and his family nonstop. So he had somewhat of an idea of what he was walking into. But… it was just so unlike anything Legend’s ever seen before. Mer and Aquili, going about their lives together. Soaking together. Doing land-dweller chores. Running. Climbing!

… he’s never seen so many Mer out of the ocean before. Just him and Ravio. And every laugh sets him on edge. Everyone looks healthy. Happy. Even in the warm sun, no Mer looks burned. It’s… too good to be true.

He loves Outset Island. It’s proof to him that there’s hope for a better world. As the adventure continues, he finds himself looking forward to visiting again. He reminisces with Wind, talking around the fire for ages. Outset is joy, it’s freedom, it’s peace. He LOVES it.

(I have more to say about this but I don’t want to spoil it too much haha!)

[infiniterupees]

Fanfic idea I've been chewing on where Link went on his adventures on a slightly more spread out timeline, ended up on Koholint around 16, where he suffers an injury that still remains with him when he returns to the waking world. This is his one proof that it was real. The injury is something that's actually getting better but that makes Link panic because he thinks he'll forget when it heals completely and he's none too mentally healthy so he ends up making the injury worse or reinjuring himself so it will BE permanent.

He spirals after that, pushing everyone away and living the depression lifestyle until he starts taking out all his demons on the forge as he decides to learn how to blacksmith. He's still depressed af and Gully has to come drag him out of bed most days.

Then, when Link is 17, Ravio shows up, begging for his help to save his world, and it's like someone turned the lights back on. He's still depressed but he doesn't have to think about that when he's busy with another adventure. He's been on too many, but he can't leave any hero work to another. Why should anyone else suffer?

And he starts to get better! His injury still bothers him, but Ravio helps him out with items that make his adventure easier, less painful. And more importantly, he stays. He takes up space and fills the house with colors and chintz and warmth and noise and he's real and right there all the time, chiding Link and stealing the blankets when Link dares to linger in bed. Tutting soft and sympathetic when Link's injury flares, tending to him when it leaves him aching and immoblized. Cleaning him up when he drags himself home battered from fights gone awry. Whistling a duet in the kitchen with Sheerow while he makes breakfast. Eyes crinkling at the corners when he laughs.

Link's heart heals a bit. And even more when Ravio decides to stay in Hyrule after the adventure is over.

They're married in the spring. Link begins to live again. He stays home for 2 years and finally starts to think maybe he'll be allowed some peace.

Then one day Zelda calls him up and asks him to take care of some minor problem. Some archeologists or construction workers have dug up an old dungeon, and some monsters are loose. Nothing huge but Ravio and the princess both urge him to go as Link has been fairly restless lately, grappling with a sense of purpose without any world saving to do.

This isn't a world saving event. A handful of soldiers could dispatch the monsters easily. But Zelda sends Link and he goes on his shortest quest yet and is happy to return home within a few days.

Ravio is gone. (He fell through a portal and ended up in a war. But Link doesn't know that.) Ravio is just. Gone. With no explanation or hint as to what happened.

At first he assumes something mundane happened, and Ravio will be back soon. Then he doesn't come back and doubt creeps in. He starts jumping through all the mental hoops.

Did the gods snatch another loved one from him just to be cruel? Is Ravio hurt, lost, kidnapped? Dead? Oh god he's laying in a ditch somewhere dead because he pissed off the wrong buyer.

Link searches all of hyrule for him and finds nothing. And then the really bad thoughts

Did Ravio just leave? Took his oportunity and hightailed it back to Lorule? Finally got sick of all of Link's bullshit, the burden of it all and the dungeon was just a distraction so he could slip out the back? Of course he left who would stay with someone as messy as Link? Who could blame him? Link would leave himself if he could. Honestly it's fine at least if he left he isn't dead.

Sometimes, Link can be charitable to himself and entertain the idea that Ravio will make his way back to him. After all, Link gets pulled into crazy bullshit all the time and disappears on people. Maybe something like that happened. Perhaps he's being too catastrophic.

Link decides he will wait and see. He won't give up on Ravio yet. He won't spiral. Ravio is coming back.

Except he doesn't. And after 5 years of clinging, white-knuckled to that hope something in Link finally snaps.

Link is 24 when he stops dead in his tracks and admits to himself: He's not coming back. He's not ever coming back. And it breaks him entirely.

Link, suicidal, goes and jumps off a cliff. Only to fall immediately through a portal and land in a heap with 8 other heroes. It seems he's not allowed to do that. So that's how Legend meets the chain and what an unhappy meeting it is.

I have more plotted out. I swear it has a happy ending, but the general premise is pretty dark. And stays pretty dark. I love playing around with horror elements and a chain dynamic where Legend is a bit older and actually showing signs of how bad adventuring can fuck you up (where Time is their example of how its possible for them to heal and Hyrule is the resident example of generational trauma) and is kind of a dark mirror to the rest of them where they work so hard to save him because its kind of like saving themselves. I just love the downfall timeline so much. I want to play in that world. I want to send them to the era during the imprisoning war and to dive into the fallen hero etc.

Also bonus "just fucking communicate" trope /angstdramafest of Wars knowing exactly where Ravio went, but Legend never talks about him, so no one even knows he's missing.

[ivecomeforsouls]

Chapter 10 - A Perfect Picnic Place

Legend and Marin held hands as they passed through the lush forest trail. Ravio was up ahead, almost out of sight, looking for a good spot to stop and eat.

"I'm glad you're here, Link. I've been hoping you'd return for years now. Do you plan to stay?"

Legend had to think about that for a moment.

"Well, I still have another adventure that has only been put on hold. It has to happen. Though what I'll do beyond that, I'm not sure."

"You will come back though, right? And maybe you could take me sightseeing!" Marin's eyes shone at the thought of it. "We could go see that castle town place, or Holodrum, or your house. Anywhere! Would you take me somewhere?"

Legend laughed. "Well, I'm not sure if Castle Town really is all that interesting, but if I come back, and I will if I'm still alive, I'll take you anywhere."

Marin looked almost scared. "If your still alive?" She repeated softly.

Legend gripped her hand a little more tightly. "Marin, there is always a chance that I might die on the field, but I've lived through six adventures already, and this time, I'll have my brothers. I'll come home to you."

"Mr. HERO!" Ravio shouted from the distance. "I found a spot!"

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The picnic spot was beautifully laid out under the cool shade of an ash tree. Ravio was sprawled out on the grass with his hands under his head, and his legs crossed, while Marin and Legend sat together on the picnic blanket eating rolls and and bean dip.

"Marin, if you could only travel to one place, where would you go?" Legend played nervously with Marin's hair, as she laid with her head in his lap and her eyes closed, enjoying the gentle, autumn breeze.

"Hm. I'm not sure." Marin thought for a while. "I would like to see your hometown. The place you've worked so hard to protect."

"Well, Marin," Legend thought very carefully about what he wanted to say. "I would love to take you there. Perhaps you would like to stay awhile, too?" Legend took a deep breath.

"Marin, will you move in with me? As my wife?"

Marin looked up at him with a smile that shone so brightly it could replace the sun ten times over, a gasped.

"Oh Link! Yes!" She grabbed hold of his hands and pulled them around her. As he leaned in and kissed her to sound of Ravio's loud, obnoxious, joyful shouting.

"If you shut up, you can be my best man."

And they enjoyed the rest of their celebration in peace.

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[ladye-zelda]

@merriclo Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! From, your Secret Santa!

I am so sorry it has taken me this long to get to you 😭 but hi! I'm you're secret santa! I hope you're okay with some modern au Linked Universe -- if it's not to you're liking then I am more than willing to redo it for you! (I hope that's not wrong of me to say that)

A little bit of hurt/comfort; did my best to convey a found family

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Of all of the things, Legend had least expected a letter to go through his mailbox. Spiders and dust were to be expected, as anything that was delivered to his house were the packages he ordered from Malozon. Notice of his bills were emailed to him directly, and Legend had long since made sure that no one sent him any junk mail. Besides, he was hardly at home anyways, having leased his house to Ravio while he lived in his van, occasionally visiting to make sure the house was still in his name. He thought he would take a break and spend the holiday at home for once, but found only a note saying Ravio had left to be with his family in Lorule. Alone for the holidays once more.

Except, during the one time he decided to check his mailbox, he found the letter. Curious, he took it and opened it immediately. An invitation.

It was written professionally enough. Holiday get-together at Time’s ranch. 6 pm. Scribbled on the bottom, however, there was a handwritten note.

Hey Legend – heard you were in town for the holidays. That’s great! We know that you love to stay alone during this time, but we would like for you to come. If not, then that’s okay! Enjoy the holidays!

Your Pal, Twilight.

Twilight was right, Legend did enjoy spending the holidays by himself, but…

… maybe he could go to this party just once.

It was very busy in the Lon household. The main house was crowded head to toe with Links scurrying everywhere. Wild and Twilight were helping Malon in the kitchen, while Wind, Hyrule, and Four were on decorating duty with the tree. Wars wandered trying to help out the best he can, but he ended up joining Sky in helping decorate the rest of the house. Time avoided the chaos and stayed on the couch, sipping a nice warm cup of hot chocolate. He was no good at baking, and never had an eye (pun intended) for decorating, so staying out of things was probably the best decision he had ever made.

Besides, it was not like he could really focus on those kinds of things anyways. He was worried for the missing member of their group. Legend.

None of the Links had heard from their friend in a long time. They weren’t sure why he would pack up and leave his house all of a sudden, or go totally silent. Although they texted him from time to time to make sure he was okay, they decided that he would probably still need some space. They didn’t have high hopes that he would come over for this party, but that didn’t mean that they still couldn’t try.

Time didn’t hear the knock on the door, but soon he found Four hopping down from the ladder he had gotten, yelling “I got it!” then rushing to open the front door.

“Legend?”

The house suddenly became quiet. Malon, Wild, and Twilight rushed out of the kitchen, their mouths gaping as they saw who was at the doorway. Time looked up, immediately standing, both his eyes open in disbelief.

It really was Legend standing in the doorway, rubbing his neck uncertainly as he stared at some spot on the floor. Four immediately hugged him, only to have Wind run up beside him saying “Hey! I want a hug too!”

Everyone gathered around Legend, laughing, crying, all trying to talk over one another. Sky and Wars came back from whatever part of the house to check what was the commotion about, and broke down in emotional messes seeing their long-lost friend. Sky, who was half-crying, half-smiling, cut his way through the crowd to give Legend a big hug. Wars, on the other hand, was trying not to laugh hysterically seeing Legend’s choice of hair color. “You do know you’re supposed to drink red juice, right?” he teased, rubbing his friend’s hair.

Instead of scowling like Legend did whenever Wars teased him, he was smiling. In fact, it was probably the most their hermit (as many of the boys said Legend was) had ever smiled in his life. He was grinning from ear to ear, his buck-teeth that he was usually insecure about shining in their glory, trying to weave in “I missed you too”s in the “I miss you”s. 

Time smiled as well. The kid was going to be okay.

After everyone had had their fill of Legend hugs, they sat him down on the couch. Wild went to go make him a batch of hot cocoa, Malon took Legend’s coat and boots and switched them out for a warm blanket. Wind and Four went to finish decorating the tree, while Hyrule, Wars, Sky, Time, and Twilight sat down with him, Twilight and Hyrule sitting on either side of their friend. Malon went back to the kitchen to help bake the rest of the party’s treats. Hyrule volunteered in place of Twilight, but everyone knew Hyrule was worse of a disaster than Time was. Sky went in his place instead, despite the closest he had ever got into any sort of food preparation was the one time he had to volunteer in a soup kitchen for a misdemeanor he had done as a minor (quite a surprise to all of the Links when they had found out).

While everyone tended back to their duties, Legend listened intently as they updated him on all of the things that he had missed. A few birthdays, a wedding. Time began to worry that Legend would start feeling sorry for himself, but Legend stayed surprisingly positive throughout the whole exchange. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t hurting on the inside.

“Cookies are done!” Malon called from the kitchen. She brought out a plate of gingerbread cookies, offering them to each of the boys. “They’ve cooled down too.”

Everyone took a cookie, giving their thanks and complementing her as they took a bite. “Well, don’ thank me fully,” she giggled. “Gotta give a lil’ credit to Wild too!”

“Thank you Wild!” the boys called. They received a thumbs-up from him in return.

“So, what ‘bout you?” Malon asked, turning to Legend. “What’r all the cool things you’ve seen on your adventure?”

The boys looked at Legend with wide eyes, unsure if the question had struck a chord with him or not. Legend, however, just stared deeply into the cup of hot chocolate cupped between his hands. His expression looked a lot like Wild’s whenever he was remembering something. Unpleasant or not, only Legend could tell them.

Eventually, Legend broke his stare with a big sigh. “It was quite the adventure.”

He told them all that had happened in the last year. His van broke down more than a couple of times, he was chased by a tornado, and spent a season working at a renaissance fair. Working at the fair was his favorite part, as he met all sorts of people. “But…” he says, with a sad sort of expression. “They’re not like you guys.”

He realized what he had said, his cheeks flaring up in embarrassment as his brothers started to “Awwww” and tease him.

Wild finally came into the living room, chuckling. “Well, I guess it’s time that we celebrate the moment that Legend, our one and only king of sass, admits that he likes us.” From behind his back, Wild brings out a giant chocolate cake, decorated with frosting and already lit candles. Written on it was, Happy Birthday Legend!

Legend squinted at the words. “But… My birthday was last month.”

“We know,” Malon said. “But, well, we weren’t sure if you celebrated your birthday already or not, but we missed your birthday and wanted to make it up to you.”

“I… I don’t know what to say…” Legend stammered. His lip started to quiver, and before anyone could blink tears began rolling down his eyes. Hyrule and Twilight pulled him into a hug, before each of the rest made their way to him. Wild stood off to the side, confused as to what he had done wrong, but Time placed a hand on the younger’s shoulder and shook his head. Nothing that Wild had done was wrong.

Legend was full-on sobbing now, spilling how it had been so lonely ever since he left. He regretted leaving, that he was stupid for feeling all cooped up and instead of staying, missed out on all sorts of lives and events he wanted to be a part of, but didn’t.

“I’m sorry,” he choked. “I am so sorry.”

Time waited until Legend’s cries had quieted down before saying something.

“You have no reason to apologize, Legend,” Time said. “To laugh, to love, to hurt, to regret. Every single one is a step forward. While you may look back and see all of the things that you wish you have done or wish you have changed, the point is you’re looking back. Look how far you’ve come.” Time placed a hand on Legend’s shoulder. “We’re all here for you. We all care for you. No matter where you go, or when you come back, we’ll be here for you.”

“Aye aye!” Wind said. “We love you Legend!”

“Oh… guys…” Legend said, making a wet chuckle. The boys gave Legend one last hug before breaking into the chocolate cake Wild had prepared. For the first time in what felt like forever, Time’s family felt complete.

[st0rmyskies]

you absolutely dont have to answer this, but how would the hsh boys deal with a manhunt for an escaped killer trapping them inside? like, who would be wearing noise cancelling headphones 24/7 for the police sirens, and who would get fed up and go to hunt the guy down themselves? hope things get a little easier for you soon!

Actually I need this ask like you have no idea.

Twilight - The most lowkey nervous of the house. He's incredibly grateful to be living in Time's fortress, but he's also pretty freaked out living so close to or within the search area. He tends to double- and triple-check locks whenever he passes by doors and he'll snap at the others to stop opening windows, although he'll try to laugh it off and not let on how scared he is. Debates for a hot 30 minutes whether he should go visit home indefinitely. He loses the most sleep in the house listening to the helicopters at night.

Wild - He comes up with the most imaginative methods for how the killer might get into the house and terrorize the group, and he loves to share them out loud while working in the kitchen or when passing by the others lounging in the living room. It's pretty common to hear a bunch of them yelling "WILD!!" to get him to shut up now and then. But he's also weirdly not scared. Definitely has a "there's no way that would happen to me" attitude.

Champion - Completely nonplussed. He continues to keep his routine of working out, hanging in his room, going out when he needs to - although he does carry a concealed weapon on him when he leaves. Definitely has a hair-raising "fuck around and find out" aura to him.

Warriors - Gets weirdly serious about the situation at first. He's the first to check doors and windows to make sure they're secure. He keeps the television on the news channel - turned low, of course - for round-the-clock updates. He's constantly checking social media for updates and posting selfies of his arduous ordeal of being stuck inside. By day 5 or 6, though, he's starting to get bored. He's needling his roommates and starting petty fights for no reason, yelling at them when they try to change the channel, and spending way too much time in the bathroom trying new things with his hair.

Sky - Takes things seriously for the first 2-3 days. He keeps his eye on the news with Wars, he talks Twilight down when he can tell that he's a bit panicky, he's the first to gently change the subject when Wild starts to get a new fantasy in his head. By the 4th day, Sky is sick of being inside so much. ALWAYS down to accompany one of the others outside for an errand or whatever, so long as it isn't before 9am.

Legend - Is reasonably unaffected. He’s kind of a shut-in, really. Working with Ravio means that he doesn’t need to leave the house for much. He does like his occasional trip to the cafe but the coffee maker works just as well. When the others begin to get stir-crazy is when he starts to get bitchy and hides in his room most of the time. 

Hyrule - Still living his life. Escaped killer or not, Hyrule has a job that he still needs to get to. He's so dead inside at 5:30am each day that he could open the front door to the killer standing on their porch and just say "excuse me" and pass right on by with his work bag on his shoulder. Public transport isn't running, so Time is up with him each morning to take him to and from the hospital personally, which he supposes is a perk. At least Time doesn't expect too much in the way of conversation so early in the morning.

Four - He's quieter than usual and is spending a lot more time in his bedroom with the door locked and the curtains drawn. He'll come down for meals, but he excuses himself anytime Wild starts up with another fantasy about how the killer is going to come in and get them all in their sleep. He categorically AVOIDS the living room with the constant news feed about the situation. Alone in his room, though, he checks on the situation online at least twice a day, and he's watched the surveillance tape loops of the guy more than any of the others.

Shadow - Shortly after the whole circus starts, he's texting Four, offering to have him come stay at Shadow's place, which is much farther from the action. But Shadow has a basement apartment, which would make Four a bit paranoid. So 36 hours in, Shadow shows up outside of Four's window unannounced, nearly giving him a heart attack, and quietly moves in with him until the whole ordeal is closed. Somebody's gotta keep Four from falling apart all alone.

Wind - He literally could not care less, all up until his Amazon orders start coming up as "unable to be delivered due to emergency or weather situation." THEN he's stomping around the house, ranting and raving about the uselessness of the police force and that "It's just one guy!!" and "How hard can this be!!?" Most likely to get into it with Warriors and sent Legend in a disgruntled huff stomping off up the stairs.

Dark - Leaves some food and bottled water out on the fire escape each night like you'd put out milk and cookies for Santa.

Time - For the first few days, he’s the sensible dad. The townhouse is built to protect; he has enough locks and munitions to hold off an army. He keeps the blinds shut and the lights on and informs the boys that it’s smarter to travel in groups, only leave if you really need to, etc. By day 4 when the others are beginning to grumble and get restless, he reminds them to leave it to the proper authorities, but even he is getting a bit stir-crazy, barking at the boys when they’re peeking out the blinds or squabbling too loudly downstairs. On the evening of day 10, Time leaves the house with a duffel bag and only informs Twilight that he has some work to do and to keep the doors locked. He returns 18 hours later, showers, and passes out for the entire night and most of the next morning. He’s immediately more relaxed in the house and doesn’t harp on the others about keeping doors locked and so on. Later that day, the news reports that they’ve found what’s left of the escapee. 

[tendertendrils1]

11, 16, 63, 64, aaaaand 75 for R&R!

~🐹💖

Rodent anon you have made me so happy asking about so many!

11. Link your three favorite (horny) fics

With the caveat that some of my absolute favorites are not currently posted anywhere I can publicly link them: 

-The Aristocrats by Quibbathor. (Link is NSFW) Legend/Wars, one of the stories that made me realize how much I enjoy Legend as a sub. -The Bet by itsnotasecrettoeverybody. (Link is NSFW) Legend/Wars again, one of the other stories that made me realize how much I enjoy Legend as a sub. Also a favorite from this author: An Enjoyable Experience, Four/Shadow. -For something newer, I’m really quite enjoying the farm sim au by green_lake! 

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

(Nervous laughter) Aside from the 11-page ideas document that lives in a folder with over a dozen half-written scenes just for future R&R stuff? I am actively working on the next R&R installment, plus two more kinktuary fills (I still need to post the first one actually, thanks for the reminder!) and another three or four unrelated things that may never see the light of day because either they are kinky enough that I’m embarrassed about them or I got stuck. 

This is from some early plans to bring the hover boots back:

Link came home to find Ravio wobbling around in the hover boots.  “Bun! You’re home early!” “Zelda had an emergency.” Of the political variety, unfortunately. Nothing Link could solve by stabbing. “What are you doing?” Aside from making Link nervous that his husband was about to lose his balance and break something in a spectacular fall. Link grabbed a flailing hand to steady him.  “I was going through my things and found these again. They’re supposed to have practical applications. Imagine coming to a gap in a dungeon floor and being able to simply go over!”  Link took a step backward to better see the boots, looking down at them in sudden interest. Ravio’s feet slid across the floor. He yelped, clutching tight to Link’s hands.  Grinning, Link took another step back. And another, towing Ravio after him. “What were you going to do, step off the hill out front?” “Well, yes. But I might be changing my mind. I think I like these better when you’re the one wearing them.” “Maybe you just need practice,” Link teased, heading the direction of the door and taking a reluctant Ravio with him.  “No, Bun! Where are you taking me? Ohhhhh!” He wobbled again, hands tight in Link’s own just to stay upright. “Come on, let’s test them.”  “Bunnybut! Link! Don’t you dare!” Laughing, Link pulled him in for a little kiss. 

63. Something you hate to see in smut

I’m going to choose not to answer this one because I don’t want to risk saying something that makes anyone feel bad about their kinks or their writing. Feel free to request another!

64. Something you love to see in smut

I enjoy story dynamics that challenge stereotypes! Especially around the status quo for certain characters, character types, gender dynamics, and fanfiction tropes (i.e. non-traditional omegaverse dynamics). 

That said, mouthy little guys all trussed up and getting dommed to hell and back is a near-constant favorite. And I don’t write it much, but tentacle dub/non-con is always delicious. 

75. What scene in (R&R) took the longest to write? What was difficult about it?

Any time Link and Ravio argue or have a serious conversation, it’s challenging. Much easier to just let the kinky scenarios flow! The explosive argument Link and Ravio have in making up was exceptionally difficult because on top of it being an argument, it was an argument where Link was overtly in the wrong. I hope it was understandable why he reacted the way he did, but he was still wrong, and that made it very hard to write.

[anxious-art-block]

LU Headcanon’s Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

THE EDGY BOOOOOYY

[Legend it’s Legend’s turn]

Would rather saw off his legs than wear pants

Could and would probably slap Hylia if given the chance 

These are my headcanons so therefore I make the rules and so I say he is 100% engaged to Ravio 

Legend is an insomniac, and has gone a total of 71 hours and 42 minutes without crashing before

Is absolute besties with Hilda and Styla, despite one being from another country and the other being from an alternate dimension, it doesn’t stop him

“Bureaucracy will never beat a shift iron rod to the kneecaps.” 

Agender icon [He/She/It]

!!Hyrule!!A baby!!

Can’t read, and therefore can’t read a map [hence getting lost at any given point] because he was never taught how

“Yes, ma’am/sir!”

Wouldn’t often go into large towns in his Hyrule, and is often overwhelmed and scared of large crowds, so when they go to another or go to a town in their current one, will cling to Legend’s arm like a baby koala

“There are young and innocent ears in the room, and by that I mean Roolie.” “Gah?!”

I’m pretty sure it’s LoZ canon that he would be blood-relatives with Legend so I’m gonna make him and Legend have similar mannerisms and faces [Hyrule has a more rounded/babyish face and button nose, while Legend has sharper eyes and flat yet tall nose] 

They have the same confused and pouting expressions

Even more broke™

Snorts when he laughs

Twirls a lock of hair on his neck when nervous

It’s fucking WIMDY

Wind’s Hylian is based on Polynesian [Mainly Samoan, Tokelauan, and Tuvaluan]

“I lived on a WARSHIP-“ ok I’ll stop

The absolute BEST BIG BROTHER in the W O R L D

Uses the word fuck like a comma

Probably a medium 

Misses Linebeck :[[ 

Has a thing with large birds, things like seagulls and small birds he has no problem, but if there any larger than half his size he’ll lock up, and will always make sure it’s where he can see it

Has to keep a notebook of EVERYTHING after Phantom Hourglass, cause he still isn’t entirely sure if the journey actually happened or if it was just one big hallucination caused by the Ghost Ship

Wind and Tetra’s love language is beating the shit outta one another

The OG problem child

Loves Sun so fucking much he cannot even stand it

Princess Peach lips mf

Is a narcoleptic 

Has trouble breathing on the surface, it’s hardly ever too serious unless he seriously overexerts himself but there will pretty much always be a slight wheeze to his breathing 

Is mostly stressed about leaving Sun not just cause he misses her, but because he doesn’t know what could happen if he’s not there, especially since last time he WASN’T she was taken 

!!Him and Groose are now besties!!

Good for him good for him

Little to no reaction during a switch 

Weather is both his best friend and mortal enemy 

The scariest when angry

Will cry at the drop of a hat and doesn’t know what to do about it 

“No one will know the violence it took to become this gentle.”

FINALLY ON BRAND

Is very careful about not stepping on small things

Is pretty fuckin’ sick of Vaati at this point

“It’s funny when short people threaten me, like what are you gonna do?” “Say goodbye to your kneecaps asshole”

Thought of this when I first read the manga when I was like 13

So I often draw/write Four like a fusion from Steven Universe 

No I don’t take constructive criticism 

“This is who we are, this is who I am.”

Did he exist before the blade split him? Yes. But when he merged for the first time afterwards was he basically a new person? Also yes.

I rest my case

Misses Shadow :[[[[[[

Has a tooth gap!!

!!Has rainbow colored eyes!!

A whopping 4’10”

Puppy eyes work on him really well, it doesn’t matter who is making them, he will cave pretty much upon contact if you give him puppy eyes

G e n d e r

Alright I’m done for now

[bluutooth]

Was ranting to my friend about Ravio and sending her art of him and she looked him up and said this

FUNNIEST SHIT EVER I CANT BRO

[linked-universe-fic-finder]

hi! hope you're all doing good

anyways

just some good old shenanigans with the chain? I don't really mind if there's also angst, fluff or anything as long as it's funny (even if it's just a small section of a larger fic)

or just any lu fics that made you laugh!

bonus points if its wild centric cause I love my pyromaniac child

bonus bonus points if its also really cute and heartwarming

Of course!

Koholint? I'm afraid I don't understand. by Jackalope108 - When Dink bring ups the subject, Legend pretends that he doesn't know what Koholint is.

The Perils Of Giving A Stage To Five Over-Dramatic Idiots by htruona (circhester) - I've recommended this one before, but it's just so good. Four and his colors (and Shadow) being overdramatic idiots.

let the not-quite-dead-yet reader society commence by schrodingers__cat - Legend and Hyrule start a fiction only book club. Time starts a counter book club in protest.

Hey There Demons it’s Me, Your Boy by Ariandre - Legend lives with Ravio and two free loading demons.

Wait, You're Telling Me Wolfie is WHO?! by wheatbreadslice - Twilight is tired of being nice. He tells the chain that he's Wolfie. Individually. And he doesn't tell them the others know.

[tenderleavesbob]

Set after this fic.

Warriors lived. Despite the violence, despite the blood, despite Warriors's terrifying stillness, Warriors lived.

Legend sat by the campfire, pretending not to watch as Wind fluffed Warriors's pillow for the hundredth time. Warriors was shirtless, which was an odder sight than Legend had expected. He only realized this evening how rarely Warriors wasn't covered from head to foot. Warriors wasn't even wearing his scarf: it was wrapped around Wind's neck, and anyone who tried to touch it earned a snarl worthy of Wolfie.

Wolfie himself was curled up beside Warriors, helping support his bandaged arm. The broken bones required both Hyrule's magic and a potion to fix them, and the arm still looked fragile to Legend. Time was on Warriors's other side, staring at the white bandages covering Warriors's torso as if he expected blood to stain them again at any moment. Legend couldn't blame him. He kept waiting for the same. For blood to bloom like a sickly flower and for the light to fade from Warriors's eyes.

Hyrule had reassured him for almost twenty minutes straight that Warriors would be fine. He just needed rest and to take it easy for several days. Hyrule wasn't awake now to assure him. All of the green potions in the world couldn't keep Hyrule awake after both the battle and the effort he put into keeping Warriors alive.

Sky sat on the log beside him, close enough for their shoulders to brush. "He'll be fine," he said softly. Taking over for Hyrule, Legend guessed. "No one would be so quiet if he wasn't."

Legend grunted and didn't answer. It was embarrassing that not only Hyrule but Sky felt he needed the comfort in the first place. He looked away to where Wild was making dinner. A light soup, so as not to distress Warriors's battered stomach. Beyond Wild, Four sat with the remnants of Warriors's bloody shield in front of him, a look of rare, quiet devastation on his face. For once, something besides Wild's weaponry was too broken for him to fix. Legend had to look away.

"Thank you for holding Wind back," Sky continued, voice still soft. Too soft in Legend's opinion. "It must have been rough. I'm sorry we couldn't help more."

"You helped enough," Legend said shortly. Unwillingly, his gaze returned to Warriors. Warriors was still pale but grinning at Wind. He said something, too low for Legend to hear, but it made Wind laugh and Wolfie's tail wag. It didn't change Time's expression at all. "Someone had to protect our backs."

Like Warriors protected Hyrule's because Legend was too slow. He was always too slow. Too slow to fight, too slow to protect, too slow to realize the effects of his actions and choices. How many people died because Legend was too slow?

"Legend!" Warriors croaked. Time and Wind both tried to shush him. Warriors waved them off with his unbroken arm. "Come here! Everyone is being too nice to me. I can't stand it. Help a guy out!"

Legend scoffed and stood up. He heard Wild grumble something to himself about the need for protein. "I thought you would love it! Only you would complain about being spoiled!"

Warriors grinned at him and extended his hand toward Legend. There was still mud under his fingernails. "I need a little spice to go with my sugar. Do you still have some of those cinnamon candies Ravio sent you?"

Several voices yelped in protest. Legend rolled his eyes and walked over to Warriors. "Like I would share them with a lazy guy like you."

Warriors beamed at him. He was pale but his eyes were bright and his bandages remained a clean white. He was fine. He was going to be fine.

Legend settled beside Time and Warriors and braced himself for Warriors's pathetic pleading for his cinnamon candies. He had been too slow before, but he could be here for Warriors now. He could keep him safe.

Like hell was he going to play nursemaid, though. Or share his damned cinnamon candies.

...well. Maybe one. Later.

[randomwriteronline]

"Do any of you like boys?" Wind asks all of a sudden.

Time wastes no time going “YEP” as loud as he can without thinking.

"Why do you ask?” opts to instead ask Four.

The sailor shrugs: "I'm curious," he replies.

"Do you want to tell us something?"

Wind grunts and glares at Warriors like a teen whose relatives keep asking when he is going to get a date, and when he is going to bring them over for dinner, and if he has any plans with them for the future, and yadda yadda yadda.

The captain recognizes his venom, and laughs and waves a hand to assure him he is only playing with him.

"I do like me a handsome fellow," he answers the sailor's question. Wild and Four nod next to him.

Twilight waits a moment before agreeing.

Wind turns to Sky, who smiles sheepishly: "No, I'm not one for boys, sorry," he answers, "Only girls for me."

All eyes focus now on Hyrule, and the brunette quickly raises his hands as if to shield himself: "Ah, I'm - I'm unavailable, actually - just... Not into the courting and romancing game. I'm already fine on my own is all."

"The only girl I've loved turned out to be a fish's dream," Legend recalls, as dry and bleak as he can be (somebody offers him a half hearted 'that's rough buddy'), "But other than that, no, I don't like anybody."

"What about Ravio?" Sky asks, confused.

The veteran turns to look at him just as puzzled: "... What about him?"

"I thought you and him were...” he makes a vague gesture. “You know?"

Legend sputters, bends forward, caws out a single nervous laugh, trips on his own feet, colors his face a vague shade of red, then attempts to appear as composed as possible while he replies, eyes enormous: "No??"

"I did think something of the sort too," Twilight adds unhelpfully, "You two really seemed to have something going."

"What-! What in the Oracles' names made you think that?!?"

"You do share a house," Wind points out.

Legend waves an arm dangerously recklessly: "It’s not a- He forcibly moved in and turned the livingroom into a magic item shop!"

Four raises an eyebrow: "Didn't you allow him to stay there?"

"To look after my stuff! You know that - you heard me! You listened to me saying that! To him! You heard it! Hyrule - Hyrule, back me up, will you?"

The healer shrinks in his shoulders with a look of fear (most likely regarding the possible involvement in these sorts of discussions) and shamefully betrays his friend to hide a little away with Time, who seems uncaring of the situation.

Legend can’t dwell on that turning of the back for long - though honestly he understands Hyrule’s reaction - as Wild makes a long loud hum that says ‘you’re not telling us the whole story’. The veteran traveler looks at him venomously and raises his hands towards him, fingers shaped into claws trembling with anger and jaw so clenched it might break his teeth, and shakes them menacingly in his direction to tell him to shut up.

“Knock it off, all of you.” Warriors unexpectedly intervenes: “If he says there’s nothing, then there’s nothing.”

Legend raises his arms in the air as if to thank the Goddesses, half in disbelief, half genuinely glad. He lowers them dramatically and improvises a bow of some kind, bobbing his head to the side: “Thank you!”

The captain shrugs: “It’s your loss anyways,” he comments, “Since the field’s clear, I’m free to court him as soon as we see him again.”

“YOU WHAT!”

The lads actually flinch for how loud the veteran screams.

“I said I’ll court him.” the captain repeats.

“You- wha- y- I- You can’t do that!”

“Why not?” Warriors furrows his brows. “Is he taken?”

“No-!!”

“Then I can court him.”

“No you CANNOT!” Legend shouts and stomps the ground. His eyes dart across the dirt to find a reason for his denial and he stumbles on his tongue a moment before finally rebuking: “You barely know him!”

“I’ve fought part of a war with him.”

“But you haven’t LIVED with him!”

“Didn’t you say...?” Four begins.

Legend swings an arm hard enough to decapitate a lesser man: “FORCIBLY,” he repeats, “And I’m not saying anything here, all I’m- what I mean is that pretty boy here doesn’t know a thing about that cowardly bastard! He can’t court him like that, now can he?!”

“Yes he can,” Sky intervenes, confused: “Isn’t that one of the things you do while courting? Get to know a person you like better?”

“Also not sure if you realize it but you’re sounding mighty possessive of him all of a sudden,” muses Twilight with his hands all tucked behind his back and a little bounce to his calm step, like the hellfire-fueled glare he just got from the veteran is absolutely hilarious (which to be honest: it is).

Wild adds under his breath something about just how much time have the two of them being living together and thank goodness Wind is puzzled enough by all of this talk to decide not to join in because Legend is about to explode.

Warriors raises a hand towards the pink-haired hero: “Listen,” he starts, “I know enough about him to think I’d like to court him alright? I mean, the guy is nice, handsome, polite, has a stable income, can successfully get through a battlefield during an anxiety attack - if you ask me, that’s a man to marry.”

“Wait, wait-” Wind interrupts him, “If Ravio looks just like Legend, does that mean you think Legend’s handsome?”

The captain laughs a little and opens his arms: “I can’t fault any of us for having been born with good looks, really.”

“But you weren’t serious about the marrying thing,” Hyrule mutters hopefully.

Blue eyes above a blue scarf stare right into his soul.

“I was dead serious.”

Wild restrains the veteran just in time before he can jump on the captain and tear his pretty boy face to pieces with his nails as he shrieks likely unkind accusations in a foreign language.

“Stop teasing him,” Time grumbles at Warriors.

“I’m not teasing, old man. I wouldn’t mind settling down with someone like Ravio.”

“You will keep your damned hands off of him -” Legend hisses and seethes, eyes blown and teeth gritted, an accusatory finger raised towards the scarfed hero “-or sweetest Goddesses help me I will rain divine judgement upon you-”

The captain leans towards him defiantly as he announces, eyes locked with the other’s: “Next time we see him I’ll kiss him on the cheek.”

“MISCHIEVOUS FARORE I’LL WRING YOUR NECK OUT LIKE A GOOSE!” barks the veteran with a shrill voice as he breaks free from the cook’s grasp and lunges for Warriors’ throat, leading the two of them caught in a vicious brawl on the ground as they wrestle like furious manul cubs.

[gintrinsic-writing]

Legend and ravio sweetness as luckily the chain ends up in Legend’s hyrule as he gets a cold?

“Still not sure why we split up,” Legend grumbled, walking along the overgrown path that led to his house. Congestion caused his voice to sound deeper than normal.

“They want to help,” Time answered, his steps accompanied by the soft clanking of his armor. “They’re just getting a few basic comfort items from town.”

Before Legend could reply, Wind snorted and said, “Duh, look who went!” He and Wild exchanged grins, then Wind proceeded to do his best cuckoo impressions.

“Very accurate,” Time said, lips twitching from the effort not to smile.

“What the hell?” Legend asked, to which Wild laughed.

“The mother hens of the group are worried,” Wild explained. “They’re getting supplies so they can mother hen you.”

Legend sneezed, then sneezed again. He felt only a moment’s irritation before deciding he was too tired to care. “Pointless,” he said with a sniffle. They were close to his house, and there was a flicker of movement in the window.

“Why pointless?” Wind asked sincerely, apparently done imitating a chicken. “Some of it might actually help.”

“Because,” Legend began resignedly, feeling the pressure behind his eyes and sinuses suddenly double, “Ravio’s here.”

Wild’s ears twitched. “What does—”

Suddenly, the front door flew open hard enough to nearly knock the bell loose. Ravio stood in the doorway, practically wiggling because he had no dignity, in Legend’s opinion. “Mr. Hero and friends!” he greeted. “I’m so pleased to see you!”

Legend stopped at the bottom of the plain wooden steps and gave in to the inevitable; the others would understand soon enough. “Hey, Ravio,” he said.

Ravio blinked once, twice, three times. His smile fell almost immediately. “Are you sick? You’re sick!”

Within moments, Legend was inside his own living room and told, in no uncertain terms, to “sit on the couch right now.” Ravio became a flurry of robes and badly controlled anxiety, and Legend simply grunted as his lap was quickly filled with a small tray teeming with a tissue box, a steaming cup of lemon tea, throat lozenges, a jar of ointment smelling like eucalyptus, and, for some reason, another tissue box.

“Boots off,” Ravio ordered, placing a cool rag over the back of Legend’s neck. Legend wasn’t sure where his hat had gone, but he knew there was no point in arguing when Ravio got like this, so he did as ordered with minimal grumbling.

Time, Wild and Wind hovered awkwardly in the doorway. Legend laughed a little at their expressions, ignoring the sting in his throat. “Come in,” he told them. “Just stay out of the warpath.”

Because Ravio was still on the move, and based on the sounds in the kitchen, Legend suspected he’d have a bowl of homemade soup before long. Wild, of course, quickly offered to help cut vegetables.

“Wow,” Wind murmured, eyeing the items surrounding Legend, “it’s like he pulled them from the air.”

“I’m beginning to realize what you meant,” Time said wryly.

“There is no fiercer mother hen than Ravio,” Legend answered seriously. “Goddesses help them if the others try to get in his way.”

Time hesitated before admitting, “I’d love to see that showdown.”

“That’s because—” Legend sneezed. “That’s because you’re secretly the biggest gremlin of us all.”

Ravio’s head popped around the kitchen doorway. “I don’t see you drinking tea, Mr. Hero!”

Legend gave him a thankful smile, warmer than he’d ever shown the others. “Yes, yes...”

[bokettochild]

i've kinda always thought that legend would a beekeeper. he just looks like he'd bee one, if that makes sense. don't know, can't explain it

Honey, you can't expect that this wouldn't join Ketto's Cottagecore Collection :)

There are many things that Ravio likes about Hyrule.

Mr. Hero’s bees are not one of them.

Oh, he loves the life that the bees spread, the flowers they tend, he loves dolloping gobs of honey over his bread while Mr. Hero watches with something that is shock, concern and awe all at once. He enjoys the gentle humming that always drifts in through the windows and sets the mood for a busy day, and he likes watching Mr. Hero putter about the hives with that soft little expression on his face, a tune on his lips that the bees seem to echo in their hums.

(He also likes the silly little dances Mr. Hero will break into while he works when he thinks no one is watching).

But what he doesn’t like are the bees themselves.

Mr. Hero, unfortunately, loves them.

“Does it have to be here?” Rupee green eyes peek out from out from under his hood as he stares across the table. It’s one of those rare moments between darting across Hyrule and Lorule where Mr. Hero will stop and stay at the house for a day or two. Not that his housemate really has a choice, Mr. Hero’s leg is busted horridly, and kingdom to save or no, he can hardly limp around the house, much less tromp all over the kingdom.

“She’s fine.” Mr. Hero’s voice is softer than normal, smooth as honey as a soft expression plays over his usually scowling face, watching the bee that crawls over his hand with a fond expression as the tiny thing attends to a droplet of honey from their mid-day meal. Three or four others buzz around the hero’s head, his ears twitching ever so slightly as he tracks their motions. But still, Mr. Hero is as calm as could be as he munches some bread, violet fixed on yellow and black stripes.

Ravio himself is half a buzz away from jumping up from the table and hiding in the bed-room. “They’re bees!”

“Hush!” Mr. Hero’s face twists into a scowl, scolding but harsh. “Don’t be so loud, you’ll scare them.”

“I’ll scare them?” Seriously? Does Mr. Hero have no care for his feelings? “Mr. Hero, I don’t mind if dear come to trim your front yard. I don’t mind if birds fly in through your windows to wake you up. I don’t mind if rabbits help you work in the garden or kangaroos appear in the living room, or even if there’s a bear restocking the woodpile. But bees?” He has to fight not to raise his voice as Mr. Hero stares at him. “Why?”

“They’re harmless. And they’re just helping out.”

“They sting!” Ravio whimpers, drawing his arms close to his chest as a particularly inquisitive insect buzzes over to investigate the green eye patches of his bunny robe.

“Only monsters.” Mr. Hero’s smile is sickly sweet and utterly terrifying, and Ravio finds himself shivering at the sight of the dark clouds that flash through his doppelganger's eyes.

“Yes, well. I’m not exactly Hylian.”

Mr. Hero only snorts at that, but from that point on, Mr. Hero stopped setting out a little dish of honey on the countertop while they ate.

It is annoying that he chose to put it on the porch though.

“What are the little bumbly things?” Tune asks, staring at him with his face twisted up in confusion. “And why is everyone else scared of them?”

Ravio’s head shoots up from his bag, eyes flitting around nervously as he searches for the “bumbly things” in question, only to have the kid point out a whole nest of them perched in a tree not far from their camp, a few soldiers standing about and pointing, their idiot selves likely considering the pros and cons of raiding it.

“Bees.” He clips back, voice strained as he tries to force a smile for the youngster. “They make honey and wax and things.”

Tune frowns, silver-teal eyes flickering in thought. “I’ve never heard of bees before. I don’t think we have them on the great Sea.”

“Don’t have what on the Great Sea, kid?” Mr. Captain Hero Sir questions, and Ravio jumps in surprise when he sees the man leaning over him to look at the sailor.

“Mr. Captain Hero Sir!”

“Ravio.” The leader’s face melts into a lovely smile, bright and honest in a way it isn’t most of the time anymore. “What are you two talking about?”

“Bees.” Wind points again to the nest in the tree, and Mr. Captain Hero Sir’s face melts into a tired frown that only becomes a scowl as he spies Mask already halfway up the backside of the tree where the soldiers can’t see him.

“Bees.” Comes the tired sigh.

“Mr. Hero keeps bees.” Ravio muses. It’s been forever since he’d seen his dear friend, and it makes him worry. Is Mr. Hero eating enough? Who’s making sure he doesn’t fall asleep on the floor? Who’s keeping the house clean so he can tend the orchard? Is someone there to make sure that there’s food in the house? That trips are made to the market?

Oh heavens! Worry gnaws away in his chest. What if the soldiers have caught Mr. Hero again? What if he’s been hurt and there’s no one there to help him clean and dress the wounds?

The animals that flit over the house like something out of a fairy tale can only do so much, and blood will only scare them away, just as sure as Ravio’s startled squeaks and whimpers would.

“Hey.” A warm hand settles on his shoulder and he finds himself looking up into rich royal eyes as Mr. Captain Hero Sir stares down at him with concern. “You okay?”

“I’m worried.” He murmurs in return, fingers fiddling with the edges of his scarf. “But there’s nothing that can be done about it, not yet.” He tries for a smile, but he knows based off of his friend’s reaction that either it can’t be seen beneath his hood or that it’s not convincing. “Go get Mask, Mr. Captain Hero Sir, before he gets himself stung.”

There’s a sharp cry or three and the angry buzzing of bees and the three of them wince collectively. “Or not.” The tired captain sighs, patting his shoulder gently before darting over to the campfire and grabbing one of the discarded torches.

“What-”

“Smoke calms bees down.” Ravio answers before Tune can finish asking the question. “Mr. Hero uses it when they get really fussy.”

Tune stares at him oddly, but doesn't ask.

That evening, Ravio finds himself with an armload of Mask while the kid sulks and pouts, grumbling and swearing under his breath as the merchant and captain work together to free him from his bee inflicted torture.

“Thank the goddesses you’re not allergic.” Mr. Captain Hero Sir scolds, waving his tweezers in Mask’s face while Ravio tries his hardest to focus on a stinger lodges between the kid’s fingers, fighting winces and whimpers of his own while Mask sits through the scolding and treatment with only the occasional hiss and glare.

“I’ve dealt with bees before.” Their youngest huffs petulantly.

“Wild bees?” Mr. Captain Hero Sir cocks a brow, disbelieving.

“Forest bees.” The kid rolls his eyes.

“Well then you should know by now not to mess with them.” The captain sounds, and acts, so much like a tired father that it makes Ravio smile softly.

How would Mr. Captain Hero Sir deal with Mr. Hero’s snark and sass, he wonders.

How would the captain handle yet another self-sacrificing teenager who really needs an adult, he muses that night, as two sticky pre-teens curl against the captain’s sides, the three wrapped in the man’s scarf while Mr. Captain Hero Sir strokes their blonde heads. Mask is drooling and Tune keeps twitching and snoring loudly, but the man who holds them couldn’t look more at peace.

Bright blue eyes meet his own over the campfire’s flames. “There’s room for one more.”

The snort pushes itself from him before he has a chance to stop it. “Where?”

The man smiles, shifting and pulling Mask into his lap, the kid nestles against his chest, tucking his thumb in his mouth slowly in a motion that has Ravio cooing softly while the captain laughs. “Such a grown up.” Mr. Captain Hero Sir teases softly, knowing full well the target can’t hear him, before patting the ground next to him. “Here.”

Ravio doesn’t say no. Mr. Captain Hero’s arms aren’t as warm and safe and home-like as Mr. Hero’s, but they’re nice, and it’s closer to home than he is on the opposite side of the fire. As he settles down, the captain smiles at him, face cheeky as he motions to the bowl still sitting at his knee. “Honey?”

After that night, he successfully impressed two heroes of courage with how much honey he could eat, and when the light had faded fully, Mr. Captain Hero Sir found himself with three snoring boys I his arms, each full to bursting with sweet golden honey, and each nursing more than a few stings.

When Impa made her rounds, whispering a teasing comment about going soft, the captain only shot her a grin and a playfully rude gesture, making the woman laugh.

“Bees!” Tune- no, Wind- chuckles, pointing out the hives behind the house as if he’s never seen the creatures before.

Captain hero Sir Jr. Winces, pulling away from the field as his father- brother? Snorts out knowing laughter behind them.

“Yeah.” Mr. Hero shrugs. “They help keep the orchard healthy and provide us with honey and wax. We practically need six colonies with how much honey Ravio eats.” The jab is playful but the easy smile on Mr. Hero’s face fades when he sees the uneasy way that all of the others are staring at the hives, Captain Hero Sir Jr. backing away and shaking his head slowly, soft murmurs of ‘no, no, no’ sounding as he and Wind exchange looks.

Mr. Hero crosses his arms. “You’re not all afraid of bees, are you?”

Guilty glances are exchanged between the heroes.

“To be fair,” Captain Hero Sir Jr. raises one hand, looking every inch the over-grown child that he is. “They sting.”

The simple statement has Mr. Hero blinking slowly in disbelief as the others all nod along, murmurs of agreement humming along with the bees as the vet stares in shock. “You’re all scared of bees?” A nervous shuffle spreads through the group, worsening as several of the fuzzy insects in question begin to make their way over. “Unbelievable.” Mr. Hero breathes, throwing his hands up.

“They- they sting.” Ravio reminds him, shivering as several of the creatures in question begin to land on Mr. Hero’s arms and hands, tiny les crawling along as the insects look for their favored snack in the hero’s grasp.

Mr. Hero raises a hand. “Look,” He almost sounds pleading. “Sky, pities sakes, it’s like a hummingbird!”

That seems to work on Mr. Chosen Hero, who peers forwards carefully, but none of the others are convinced.

It’s nervous glances that are thrown around the house by the heroes.

The bees followed Mr. Hero inside and even by his own admission he can’t force them back out without upsetting them, so instead he lets them hover around his ears and crawl over his fingers, an odd little expression on his face as they do so.

Ravio and the heroes give him a wide berth.

“Okay.” Mr. Traveler Hero frowns. “Is Legend being weird, or is that just me?”

“He’s always like this.” Ravio sighs, clutching his scarf in both hands and worrying the fringe he’d sewn onto this one. “You should see the lawnmowers.”

The heroes share a look. “Lawnmowers?”

“Deer.” He replies, an easy smile pulling at previously tensed features. “All sorts of forest animals really. It’s a nice help, but I can’t stand the bees.”

“Ah.”

A giggle breaks their focus, and shocked faces whip around to where Mr. Hero is curled up in his chair, cheeks pink as bees swarm over him, buzzing happily while the vet giggles and chortles softly, muffled complaints sounding from behind his hands. “Ladies, please! I’m-” Another laugh breaks the silence, violet eyes glittering in the fading light of the kitchen as Legend reaches up to gently remove a bee from where it’s crawling over the tip of his ear.

“The vet’s ticklish.” Mr. Rancher breathes, mischief lighting a dangerous fire in his eyes as he watches Legend plead with his insect friends to leave him alone.

“Oh yes!” The mischief is echoed in Mr. Chosen Hero’s crystal blue gaze as he winks. “Very.”

Soft titters and gentle laughs sound and the rest are drawn close as the vet playfully bats away the bees, begging and pleading between laughs as buzzes that could almost be laughter sound.

One of the tiny things settles on Mr. Smithy’s nose, humming lightly as the smithy stares at t in horror before buzzing off again harmlessly.

The next morning at the breakfast table, Mr. Hero makes extra certain to close the window while Ravio sets out fresh tea and biscuits, accompanied by warmed honey.

Mr. Hero isn’t safe however, and Mr. Chosen Hero makes a point of proving how ticklish the vet can be when he gently rubs his fingers over the tips of Mr. Hero’s ears. The honey wand drizzles sweet syrup everywhere as a startled and breathy laugh sounds, his friend batting off a grinning Mr. Cosen Hero and begging for him to stop.

“Sky! Sky please! Oh golly! Dad! Stop!”

When at last the caped hero releases Mr. Hero it’s with a beaming flush over his face while the vet groans against the hardwood table, honey absolutely everywhere.

“Quite buzzy there, honeybee.” Ravio chuckles, grin spreading wider at the half-hearted scowl sent his way.

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Legend’s Attempts At Retirement

@rhythmicreality @tortilla-of-courage

So I got 1 response and it was for Legend. So here’s Legend!

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Link could pinpoint the exact moment he was more wrong than he ever had been before.

It was when he got his wings

He’d been really happy when it had happened. He had heard the less than pleasant phrases about the last Hero, and he knew that Hero had wings too, but it was still exciting.

He could fly now! No one else in Hyrule could fly!

Well, Princess Zelda could fly, but that was beside the point.

His wings weren’t big, but they were fast. He couldn’t be hit in the sky, and could dart easily around midair even inside. He had perfect control of his form in the air.

He fell in love with flying.

He thought his worries were over.

He was wrong.

He thought saving the Oracle Din was the end.

He thought saving her sister Nayru was the end.

He really wanted it to end.

Washing up on Koholint was the best thing to happen to him. Marin was perfect.

They sat on the beach and she would preen his wings.

“I would love to fly like you do,” she would say to him.

“You want songbird wings?” He would joke back. He didn’t know how speech came so easily here. When he did, he would wish he didn’t.

“No,” she would hum. “I think I’d like to be a seagull,”

“A seagull,” he snorted.

“Hey! Don’t be mean!”

“I’m not mean,”

“You’re being mean!”

“I have never been mean in my life.”

“Liar!”

She’d shoved him. He’d laughed. He’d never wanted it to end.

He didn’t deserve his wings. Or maybe he did. The Hero before him certainly never saved anyone.

He sat on his raft, staring into the open sea, looking desperately for something that didn’t exist. For something he destroyed. For someone he killed.

He swore off adventuring and heroing when he got home. He barely even flew.

Then Ravio broke into his house.

Link was not pleased by this.

He was retired. Apparently Ravio didn’t understand what that meant.

Ravio really didn’t know what it meant, or he didn’t care. Either way, Link was now out of retirement.

Ravio pissed him off more than anyone else in the world, in either of their worlds. He also couldn’t live without the con-man anymore.

It infuriated him.

It gave him a reason to fight.

That infuriated him too.

Fury, he reasoned, was better than apathy.

And then Ravio turned out to be a Hero too!

Link had stood there after Zelda gave Hilda (whom he was sure it’d take him a while to forgive, even though he understood why she tried to have him killed) and Lorule back their triforce, and just watched. Watched as Hilda gained her wings, bug wings and not bird, and marveled at the translucent oil purple dragonfly wings. Watched as Ravio gained his wings, butterfly wings in so many different colours it would be pointless to name them. Watched, and waited.

And then Ravio turned to him, grinning wide and thrilled to show off to him.

Link punched him.

Ravio forgave him, and Link promised to teach him how to fly in repayment. The Princesses had been shocked and upset, but that was just how the two of them were.

In Link’s defense, that was the only time he’d ever punched Ravio, before or since. He just really needed to punch Ravio for all the bullshit he went through.

He tried taking a vacation after all of that, and he got swept up in another quest to save a princess. He got a set of penpals in Princess Styla and the other two Links out of it, but he made a decision at this point, and retired from retirement.

Clearly the gods did not want to let him rest. Zelda had better start paying him for his heroics.

Amusingly, the shocks and surprises he’d dealt with his whole life came secondary to when he and Zelda found out they were siblings.