#wild needs a hug

[mx-legend-of-faye]

Time: Wild, why do you sometimes use “we” when you’re talking about only yourself?

Wild: “We” but it’s me, my anxiety, the thoughts that plague my every waking hour, be they joyful or detrimental thoughts, and the ghosts of my dead and dearest friends.

Time: ………

Wild:

Time: Wild… are you okay?

Wild: Mmmmnope probably not, but we’re fine, it’s fine.

Time: *immense fatherly concern*

[beesbeesdragons]

I wrote a mipha's grace reveal fic, go read it go go go

[colibrie]

Day 3: "Make it stop"

"Easy," Twilight cooed, his voice a carefully curated mixture of firm warmth and gentleness that had soothed more than one creature on the ranch. His hands were carefully spread, palms open and placating as he took a cautious step forward. "Easy Wild."

His cub flinched back like he'd been struck, sword swinging to slash haphazardly at the air between them. Something moved in Twilights peripheral, but stilled when he swung one hand back in a clear sign to hold.

"It's okay. It's okay cub. It's just me. You can put that down now."

"T-Twi?"

"Yeah buddy, it's Twilight," he coached, forcing his shoulders to relax as those hazy blue eyes regained a bit of focus. "Put the sword down."

"I can't...I can't do it Twi. Not again. I'm not strong enough," Wild whimpered, long tresses fly in a matted mess about his head as he shook. "Make it stop! I don't... I won't... Make it stop!"

"Wild! Eyes on me!"

"MAKE IT STOP! "

[shade-pup-cub]

Febuwhump 2024, Day 16: Wild, Twi & Chain - Came Back Wrong (continuation of Day 4)

Fandom: LOZ/Linked Universe

Summary: Moving forward after getting Wild back from Dark was not going to be easy. He still hated all of them and wanted them dead. Twilight was going to do whatever he needed to get his Cub back not only physically, but mentally. The others were much more guarded over Wild's free range and the chances of getting their old version of their brother back.

CW: blood, moderately graphic description of injuries, MCD-temp, suicidal thoughts (no actions), impulse control

“We aren’t tying him to the damn tree, Legend!” Twilight had been in this argument for the last hour, going in circles, getting no closer to a solution to their problem.

The problem? Wild.

After the events of Dark kidnapping Wild, none of them had any clue how to go forward. They already had his hands bound in front of him and some of them wanted his feet bound at night.

Legend wanted him restrained as much as they could, not trusting the scarred hero turned enemy.

Twilight on the other hand saw this as worsening his Cub’s condition. They needed to show Wild that they weren’t what Dark said they were.

“How could you even be on his side anymore?! He tried to kill us!”

“Because he is still one of us. He is still the Wild we know and love, it has just been buried inside him.”

“You know what, fine. Have it your way, Twilight, but if he murders all of us in our sleep, it is all on you.” Legend poked Twilight in the chest as he spoke.

“Gu-ys?” Wind’s stuttering voice said in a hushed tone. They all turned to him. He was bug-eyes and visibly shaking.

Following his eyes, everyone looked to where he was looking. He was looking at Wild. Twilight gulped at the sight of his Cub. His head was tilted down some, a malicious smile curled too much like Dark’s, eyes were calculated as they bored holes into Legend.

When it was clear that all eyes were on him, Wild pointed his gaze at Sky, smile dropping into more of an ominous grin of anticipation. Sky would be his first target and there was more than one reason for that. The Master Sword was his biggest threat, revenge was his motivation.

“Nope, he’s getting tied to the fucking tree.”

Two weeks sleeping tied to a tree. Two weeks of only his hands tied to a tree. One week his hands tied to one of Twi’s and two nights tied to someone else’s until Wild had slept tied to everyone. It was a forced vulnerability to show none of them would hurt him.

To say that they were all sleep deprived during it would be an understatement.

They eventually allowed Wild to walk freely with them. Of course, that was without his Slate for a time. The day he got it back was the day they were ambushed from all sides and he couldn’t help in any kind of way and Sky had been separated from the rest, whacked across the head, Master Sword kicked away.

Wild could have allowed the spear to easily go through the Chosen Hero’s chest, but instead Twilight saw Wild sprint over and take up the Sword to defend him. It managed to be a short battle with Wild back in the ranks.

Sky consciously got to a sitting position. “Thank you, Wild.”

Wild jolted at his name, breathing heavily from fighting. He spun, sword lowered, but still kept it between himself and the other. His pupils wouldn’t focus as his mind raced between ‘kill’ and ‘walk away’. He grabbed at his head as the war in it raged on. In doing so, Fi began to burn Wild’s hand, yet Wild seemed only to hold onto her tighter.

“Wild? Wild you have to let her go.” Sky said as he got to his feet and waved everyone away so the struggling hero wouldn’t be crowded.

“I-I, I can’t. He won’t get out of my head. Get out of my head!! ” Wild promptly fainted, sword falling to the dirt path next to him.

“Wild!” Sky, Twilight and Hyrule didn’t even think twice of the potential danger. Warriors grabbed the back of Wind’s tunic, keeping him in place when he tried to join them.

Time sighed as he sheathed his weapon. “We make camp near here. Drink a potion if you need one. Yes, Sky, that means you. We can discuss later what just happened. Let’s move.”

This was the turning point in Wild and how he was treated. A few more liberties, like cooking under supervision, was added to the things he was allowed to do. That first night back to cooking, was the first time Wild had laughed freely.

He handed a bowl of stew mixed with rice to everyone, Legend first. Legend never once pulled his words towards Wild. “How do we know you didn’t poison it?”

There was a collective, “Legend!”, from around the campfire.

Wild shrugged and began to eat. “Guess you have to eat and find out.”

Everyone stopped eating, looking at their food.

“He’s kidding, right?” Four asked quietly.

“He’s eating it.” Hyrule added, but still didn’t take another bite.

Legend turned to the Traveler. “That doesn’t mean anything. We have literally seen him eat rocks!”

Without missing a beat, Wild laughed, “And Time drinks Poes. What is your point?”

“I’m never telling you a secret ever again.” Time’s heatless glare had Wild rolling.

This was Wild, the Wild they knew. The one that could give and take jokes, even if he still kept to himself. Even if he still didn’t like to sit too near to anyone else, he kept close enough to be involved.

Wild tried to stay busy since it was a hazard to let his mind wander too long. Warriors and Sky took the opportunity to see what kind of fighting skills Wild had, now that his memories of being a knight were back. He hadn’t told them everything, but just enough to seek out the two other knights for sparring. Twilight always sat in on the things Wild was doing too.

Wild began to take off his tunic when Warriors stopped him. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean? I’m getting ready for the spar.”

“Yeah, I know, but why are you undressing?”

Wild looked at him with no small amount of confusion. “Is’t this how it is supposed to be?”

Sky and Wars shared a look before the Skyloftian spoke. “Wild, what makes you believe that this is normal?”

“This is how I have always done it. Before the Calamity and when Da-.” He swallowed thickly at the name he refused to say out loud. “I was always told to wear shorts so I could feel when I made a mistake.”

“Holy Hylia. Where did we go wrong?” Sky asked more so himself than the other two.

“Cub, that’s called abuse.” Twilight said from the sidelines.

“No it’s not.” Wild began. “Right?”

Warriors and Sky shook their heads no. Wild gave a soft, oh , and put his Knights armor on again that seemed to be his new go to outfit.

Wild’s fighting style changed, causing the fighting dynamics to change with him. He hung close to Warriors, Sky and Time more than Twilight, Legend or Hyrule. He used his bow still, but not as often as he once had. He quickly climbed the ladder of best swordsmen as if it was a competition, but it seemed like most things regarding skill was just that. No one questioned it, but gave praise to his fighting ability. There was no doubt as to why he was chosen as one of Hylia’s Heroes.

As the months went by, things became normal. Wild didn’t sleep in full plate armor, he was given back his full range of things he could do and pulled his weight as he said. It was calming and held hope for him as he became rehabilitated.

Like every rehab though, there were low points. Typically one of the others would see it coming on and do their best to help or ask Twilight to take over. When Wild noticed it himself, he would politely excuse himself from the group and ask Sky for the Master Sword.

Time majority of those times stayed out of Wild’s view due to him looking similar enough to Dark.

Twilight had been asleep on one of those nights, fitfully sleeping as much as he could before he took over the last shift of watch. There was a smell that tickled his senses, but he didn’t wake.

A muffled cry and his eyes were open. What he saw was the greatest nightmare he could think of. Wild had a hand over Time’s mouth from behind, knife already sliced clean across his throat. It was only a few seconds before his eyes rolled back and he landed face first in the dirt.

Looking at the rest of the camp, more of the same was there. Sky had the first watch and mostly likely was the first one Wild went for. The beloved weapon Sky held dear, was run through him and embedded into the log he sat on. His upper back and head was draped off the log, eyes open and staring at Twi.

Warriors had his scarf wrapped around his very wrongly bent neck, purple and blue bruising already there from Wild strangling him. Fear was the expression on his face. It was clear why as he had Wind partly in his lap as if Wind woke up in the middle of Warriors struggle. Wild must have snapped his neck and got to Wind before he could scream.

Wind himself didn’t seem to have any blood on him, nor was his neck like Wars. Twilight assumed that Wild placed a hand over his mouth and nose to suffocate him.

Four was face down, blood pouring from the back of his head. Blunt force trauma was the only thing that could have been the cause.

Hyrule’s body was partly tossed into the flames. Fire took over his lower body as it continued up his clothes and now nipped at his face.

Legend… Twilight couldn’t even look at him due to how mutilated he was. Wild made sure he had paid for the cruel things he had said about him and the things that should have been done to him for the others’ protection. Bile was close to coming up and Twi had to look away.

The only thing he could look at was Wild in his blood soaked clothes stalking towards him. He wanted to move, to run, to fight, to say something, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do a damn thing as Wild straddled his chest, short blade raised over his head with a deranged look.

When the already red glissoning blade reached his chest, Twilight gasped awake.

Nightmare… It was only a nightmare. He swallowed down his fear and turned only his head to look at everyone.

Legend’s body was just as it had been when they went to sleep. Nothing was sticking out, pulled out or caved in.

Hyrule was at Legend’s back, curled up in a ball. His cheeks were pink, but only from the warmth shared between him and Legend, not from the fire cooking him.

Four looked dead to the world and would be for a few more hours. Outside of Sky, he was their deepest sleeper.

Wind was wrapped up across Warriors lap, breathing and snoring with clear airways.

Warriors had his scarf laid in his lap, a hand fisting it so the Wind Burrito couldn’t roll away with it. There was a bruise on his neck, but not from what the nightmare showed.

Sky was on his stomach, sleeping peacefully. No sword through his chest, eyes perfectly closed and probably dreaming of Sun. They really needed to visit the islands in the sky soon so those two love birds could get married.

Somewhat above Twilight’s head was Time. He sighed in relief knowing that his ancestor was not gone and that he wasn’t going to become the ghostly skeleton that he once knew. Malon was a forgiving person, but it would still be a conversation none of them would want to have.

That left… Wild.

At the campfire was the hero in question. Twilight could see his shoulder’s trembling and not from the cold. One of hands was in his hair and there was no way it didn’t hurt with how hard he was pulling.

Twi’s heart hurt knowing that his Cub was suffering alone. He didn’t second guess shifting into Wolfie and padding over, but giving enough room in case Wild reacted badly. He gave a slight huff through his nose, letting the other know he was there. Bloodshot eyes with big tears met him.

Oh Cub…

“Hi, Wolfie.” Wild sniffled and removed the tears with one hand, his other hand becoming quickly hidden. “Sorry if I woke you. Go back to sleep and I’ll wake you for your watch.”

Moving closer, Wild stiffened. He had never been afraid of the large wolf, so this was unusual for him.

Wolfie slowly nosed at the visible hand then peered around to see why the other one was so quickly removed from sight. A glimpse of shiny metal had his head jerking up. Wild had a dagger in hand.

Talk to me. Wolfie tried to say as he pressed his big head into the other’s chest, an eye still on the hidden hand.

“I never knew what family- outside of you- was before you guys stumbled into Hateno and dragged me along into this adventure. I was okay with not knowing what it was before since I didn’t have memories of my life before the Calamity. He showed me who my family was before I died over a hundred years ago. I had parents and a little sister who was attached to my hip and would have done anything to keep her safe. I failed at that too.”

Wolfie gave a whine then a lick to the under part of Wild’s chin to encourage him to continue.

“I found the Master Sword too young, but it didn’t do what it did to Time. I wish it would have. My family died because of that blade and I couldn’t stop it from happening. My parents were killed by knights, the very thing I was turned into. My sister died of starvation.” He gave a wet unamused laugh, “I served the very kingdom that took everything from me, including the memories I held so dear.

“Now I have you guys and I almost killed you all because of our enemy doing the exact same thing. He saw how I was molded into the ‘Silent Knight’ and he did the exact same things to me so I would see things his way. I was told repetitively that we were mere puppets, Hylia’s play things. Told that the Shrine was a way to fix me into what Hylia or the Kingdom wanted me to be, because I wasn’t enough. Then He told me that even you all thought the same of me, that I am broken, not enough, worthless, a liability, just a weapon to get the job done. I believed it too. I was so blind by it all that I almost killed my family.

“The Master Sword was what changed everything. When I could have let Sky die, something in me wouldn’t stay quiet, I had to act, to protect, to save him. Having a weapon in my hand made the brainwashing come back and I fought it so hard, but I couldn’t stop it. That’s why Fi stepped in. She showed me the truth and I was so overwhelmed by it all. I wanted to change, to be better, not just for myself, but for you and the rest of them.” Wild looked around at all the sleeping bodies.

“Do you wanna know the worst part of it all?” Wild suddenly asked after a few moments of silence.

Wolfie tilted his head for him.

“I still have the impulse to kill every single one of you.” He pulled his hidden hand around, dagger tightly held in his hand. “And I fight between doing so or ending my own life to save you.”

Wolfie gave a startled yelp at the confession, not wasting any time as he transformed back to his normal self.

“You would be safer without me. Gods… Legend was right, I came back so wrong-”

Twilight wrapped Wild into a strong hug, terrified to let go of him. He was wide eyed as he heard the first sob leave the young hero, breaking his heart further than it already was. He easily slipped the dagger from WIld’s hand and tossed it away with a thud, pulling Wild closer between his legs so he could lay his head against his chest, hear the steady thrum of his heart beating.

“What is wrong with me, Twi?”

“Nothing is wrong with you, nothing . You came back to us broke, Cub, not wrong. This world would be less bright without you in it. This family of misfit heroes would be less than complete without you part of it.” He gave a kiss to the top of Wild’s head. “I would be less if you left, Cub.”

A few more sobs broke free and Twilight silently cried with him.

“Twi, I’m so tired.”

“I know you are, we can see it. When you begin to fall, lean on us, please. Wild, promise me you will search us out to help you.”

Wild cleared his throat, “I promise.”

“Get some sleep. I’ll start my watch.”

“Twilight?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“Always, Cub, always.”

Twilight felt the teen slump into him more, falling asleep before his eyes were even fully closed. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself. Feeling eyes on him, he looked around and saw that everyone was awake, unmoving, watching.

Sky was the first to move closer, placing his Sail Cloth over Wild’s back. They both smiled as Wild gave a hum of appreciation, clutching it more to his chest.

Changes start small, but they were all there to help the healing process. They would not let Wild go through this alone.

[natureless-creatures]

A Blank Slate Painted With the Facade of a Hero (Febuwhump day 2, Wild)

Ao3 Link

Summary:

How long does it take to rebuild a person? Does it take as long as a village? A kingdom?

A small moment in the mind of a hero who failed.

Maybe he’s always been jumpy, he thinks.

The faded memories from before (he was perfect then) gave him little with which to live by now (a fake hero, a lie), but he feels -somewhere in his heart- like it’s always been this way. 

Every time Sky would come in for a hug, or Wind would be too enthusiastic, it was as if his body reacted on its own. On instinct alone. Or was it merely an echo of the person he used to be? (Perfect. Unyielding. Unflinching.)

Every time an explosion was too loud, or a monster caught him off guard, he flinched. Was it his body remembering? (A blank slate painted with the facade of a hero.)

The murmur of the townspeople in Kakariko Village should be comforting. It should be, and yet it’s a reminder. The laughter of children playing games, running over rough roads and tumbling into the dirt should be music to Wild’s ears. 

Then why isn’t it? 

It should be paved roads. The village should be decorated with statues of living people, a celebration of valour, not the tombs of its fallen generations.

(The graves on which his name should have been written.) 

The faces of parents smiling, watching onward as their children play freely. 

(They’re never free, thanks to him.)

A toddler, barely two years old, presents a pebble proudly to his mother (there should be more, should be older, should be living as grandparents,) and she smiles fondly down at him. 

Wild continues his journey into the village and comes to the shop he ventured into the town to visit. The outside is decorated brightly, inviting. The owner greets him with a beaming smile (he shouldn’t) , and asks him how he’s been, before preparing the usual restock of ingredients and equipment he’s come to expect (he wouldn’t, not if he knew how he’d led their home to ruin) and sends him on his way. 

Wild continues his journey, onwards to his brothers. He knows they’ll greet him with the same warmth, the same affection they always have. He doesn’t think they should. 

When they do, it instils a sense of emptiness within him.

Was it always so empty?

He goes through the motions of cooking, of chatting, acts in the ways they expect him to. How his current (dead, not real) vessel is expected to. 

Dusk falls, and Wild cannot sleep. 

The air is crisp as he makes the trek to the quiet place upon the crest of the hill overlooking the village. The townsfolk slumber, and the sounds of life are put to rest. 

Wild wonders how many more sounds there would be, in the before.  

A pair of fireflies flit friskily through the twilight air, circling one another and winding in ever tighter circles. A thin trail of smoke rises from the home below, the only indication of life in the silent village. It’s not silent, not truly. The chirping of crickets echoes throughout the hills, and the rustling of small creatures spreads throughout the forest behind him. Somewhere else, a fox calls its harsh mating cry. All around him, there can be heard yet more various creatures of the night. And yet, the night brings out a unique emptiness in Wild’s heart. It should feel serene.

(It should be louder, more alive.) 

The older, larger firefly finishes its flurry of movements as the younger, smaller firefly reigns triumphant in their dusklight duel. The younger firefly zips away, leaving the older firefly dazed and in the dust. The microcosm of nature over, the night forgets about it. And thus, does it continue. 

The soft thud of footsteps on grass. The muted shuffle of movement. 

Twilight does not speak as he takes his place by Wild’s side. 

(Would he resent him too, if he knew?)

Wild says nothing as he registers the older hero by his side. He cannot, will not. 

(Would he have, one hundred years ago?) 

The ghosts of the fireflies remain in Wild’s vision as the afterimage burns into the night. The lights flicker and dance, and the sounds meld into one. 

But the night continues on, for it does not know the concept of caring for such trivial things. 

Would the land continue on, after he was gone? Would the people of his world continue to live in the aftermath of his failure death?  

Twilight shuffles beside him, and he instinctively flinches. 

How long does it take to rebuild a person? Does it take as long as a village? A kingdom? 

Twilight shrugs off the heavy pelt from his shoulders, and then there is warmth around Wild’s nape. He doesn’t flinch again. Something strange, he thinks vaguely. 

Is it possible? 

Somewhere from behind the brush, new fireflies take the place of their predecessors. A pair of wolves howl, their distant cries echoing through the valleys.

(A stalwart companion. A warm body. Thudding paws by his side. A shepherd to his journey of ruin. The wolf with the strange markings, by his side always.)

Maybe, it is. 

[thesadpuffin]

Zelda Reacts Part 5

Thank you for your patience while I lost my mind over how many layers this outfit has :') I had the idea for this one early on and I felt like doing it before I get to some of the other requested outfits! I would have been so happy if they hugged at the end of botw 😭😭😭

Part 4: Barbarian <<< >>> Part 6: Voe

[mochipong]

Your last prayer—ten thousand years late(r)

[sheikfangirl]

They found each other again ♥

I don't know about you but.... I think that's what happens after Zelda says " I'm home" 😚

[emo-batboy]

A Wild Battinson (Social Media AU)

Part 45 (Masterlist)

(Part 46)

@bruciemilf it’s been months bestie but it’s tradition

If you follow me on my main, you know I haven’t actually been gone. I’ve just been on a few side quests. I’m also being fought over by two companies rn so that’s fun (and completely stressful, please I’m just a 22yo teenage girl) but we’re BACK for a limited time! Idk I’ve got like at least five parts in my drafts so let’s see what happens.

TOODLES

[littlecrittereli]

That moment when your non-affectionate brother is suddenly affectionate

[chitinleg]

got him off-balance!

[mx-legend-of-faye]

Guys do you ever stop to think about how hard Wild must’ve struggled to find his sense of self?

His Hyrule was full of people telling him he’s a hero and he needs to save them, or alternatively that he doesn’t exist at all anymore since he was told he was the hero but then everyone knows the hero is gone?

So Wild, with no memories of who he was before, but all his kindness and readiness to help still in tact, goes on to become the hero of his Hyrule once again. At that point, a hero is all he really knows he is, and it’s all he’s told he’s allowed to be. Hyrule needs a hero, so that’s what Wild is.

Sure, he learned some things he really enjoys, and makes the best of them …but remind me how he came to learn them? Because even on his way to save Zelda and Hyrule, he stops to help others with smaller tasks? And those people teach him things in return? Because he helped them? Because with no memories, Wild woke up, and was told he needed to be helpful?

And when Zelda was safe and Hyrule was no longer under threat from the Calamity, where does that leave Wild, a hero with nothing to save his people from?

When your job that made you who you are is completed, and you can no longer remember the feel of your mother’s hugs or the sound of your father’s voice, where does that leave you? Who are you after that?

Wild had to relearn a lot more than you first might think. Wild had to relearn how to be a person. He had to relearn who he was as a person.

And he will never again be the same person as who Zelda remembers him being. He will never again be the child his parents raised.

He’s someone new, and it’s great and it’s exciting and he gets to exist now without expectations, but there was a period of time where he was a shell of person with no sense of self until he was told by all around him that his purpose was to help and to save.

So he didn’t get to start from a blank slate and become who he wanted. He had to have his purpose become an almost null point once he beat the Calamity. He had to start discovering who he is, not from the ground up, but from the ruins of who he thought he was, who everyone needed him to be.

My train of thought has left its tracks and so I’ll bring this to an end here. I hope what I was saying was coherent, I am very tired right now so—

[prankprincess123]

BotW/TotK/AoC Zelda's relationship with divinity and religion is such a dynamic. She is literally the reincarnated human form of one of their goddesses, and blessed with the power of another. And she's sitting there, praying desperately to herself and wondering why no one is answering. Praying to the other three goddesses and wondering why all they do is look at her expectantly. Of course Hylia aids and answers Link, she has loved him since he was the First Hero. But in this lifetime instead of unlocking and mastering her powers with ease, she spends literally an entire decade screaming at herself "Why don't you love me?!?!" expecting an answer from the outside, and growing increasingly frustrated with herself for this fact, and then getting mad at her boyfriend because "Why do I love you more than I love me!?!?" (While he stands there with hearteyes, wondering how she doesn't realize she's the greatest being in their universe and literally worshiping the ground she walks on)

And then, even after she unlocks her power, their history is so mythologized that she doesn't realize that the goddess she's still mad at, who makes her feel like such a failure, is literally herself.

[drag0nish]

Pov: you're looking for cobwebs to help your friend get a life back but you hit a dead end...

[shade-pup-cub]

WIP Wednesday!!

From: Same, Yet Different (Extended) Chap. 2

No CWs

Wild took a deep breath in, humming lowly to himself as the fragrance of breads, meats and spices wafted through the open rooms, but there was another smell that tickled the back of his mind. It was sweet like honey mixed with alfalfa and a scent that he had always associated with the warmth of the sun.  “Evander, is that you?” A woman with blond hair to her mind back, wearing a simple brown skirt, white top and boots came around the corner. A babbling little boy no older than a year was pressed to her back in the sling that was tied around her. Warmth of the sun… It wasn’t a thing, spice, herb or anything else that Wild could find in his world, because it was no longer in his world. It was her and her alone. The nine heroes in the room looked up at her entering, mouths dropping at the sight of her. She looked identical to Malon, but with golden blond hair. “Oh, and you brought the boys!” She smiled at all of them before greeting her husband and son who was still holding his sister. “Gentlemen, this is my wife, Malon.” Several, if not all of them, slowly turned their eyes to Time who was more wide eyed than he had been seconds ago. Twilight had a smirk that looked too much like Wind’s when he was planning something. “Pleasure to meet you ma’am. Would you happen to be related to Malon Lon, wife of the Hero of Time?” “Sure am, named after her too.” She glanced at Time as well. “It’s nice to meet an ancestor, or two.” She smiled back at Twilight. “This adventure just keeps getting weirder.” Wind whispered over to Four, smiles on both their faces. “I do have one question.” Malon started. “Where is Wild?” Hearing his name, Wild’s head jerked up, catching Malon’s eye. “There you are.” Frozen in place, hand still clutching tightly to Flora’s, Wild watched his mirrored era mother walk forward. Her eyes were calm, movements were confident and slowed as if Wild would spook. “May I?” She gestured to the hood that was concealing his face. Nodding was the only thing he could do as he waited. Both of her hands came up to the edge of the dark hood, pushing it up and back to reveal a duplicate of her son. The sweet mother-like smile that came with her seeing him wasn’t exactly what he expected, though he really didn’t know what to expect from her. There was no true memory. She cupped his jaw with both hands, thumb evenly rubbing across the freckles under his eyes. “Hi.” “H-hi.” Her smile brightened. “When I heard the rumors revolving around you, I thought it to be another trick, but then Evander came home and told me the truth about you.” She brushed away the bangs that fell into his eyes. “My sweet boy, what has the world done to you?” Wild patted her hand almost awkwardly. “Nothing I can’t handle.” The look he got from her when he said that made him want to take it back immediately. It was the look of a mother’s disapproval. “Don’t think for one second that this conversation is over young man.” She leaned forward, planting an audible kiss to his forehead. “I’m sure there is some hero work you boys need to take care of. Supper will be ready before sunset, don’t be late.” She let go of Wild, looking all of them over before shooing them away to get settled into the guest rooms. Wild didn’t move a muscle, taking in the growing feeling in his chest, bringing a red tent to his cheeks. He only moved when he heard a snort from Link who was watching him. “What?” ‘Why do you look so surprised by her? Surely she is no different from your own era.’ When Wild casted his eyes away, Link tapped his foot on the floor. ‘Wild?’ “I don’t remember her. I don’t remember any of them.”

I can't wait to jump back into this fic!!

[heartwarminganimals]

Clouded leopard asking photographer for some love.