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Snippets & Shorts - LoZ/LU

Summary:

A collection of Legend of Zelda and Linked Universe prompts, shorts, bonus scenes, and so on that didn't warrant being their own work.

More details

- ALTTP Link completes the Palace of the Four Sword. What does he do with the Sword?

- The Chain is newly formed and Legend just needs a couple of hours to himself or he's gonna murder someone, okay?

- Young Legend met the chain, he knows Koholint is false, but also what he'll have to face when he leaves.

- Wind is a responsible young man and has a very responsible day.

- Four finds a fairy charm. Unfortunately Hyrule is also present.

- Sky and Wild at the drowning of the world.

Chapter 1: Index

Chapter Text

Chapter Title Warnings Type Character Summary
1 Index Page
2 Applewood None Prompt / Fic Fight 2025 ALTTP Link What Link does with the Four Sword
3 Introvert (Derogatory) None Prompt Legend, Wind Travelling with people sucks, Legend is going to kill a man
4 Alterity Bonus 1 None Alterity Bonus Lore (Young Legend) Link knows Koholint is fake. Would it be so bad to stay a little longer?
5 Wind's Very Responsible Day None Prompt / Fic Fight 2025 Wind Wind is a responsible young man and has a very responsible day.
6 Bauble None Prompt Four, Hyrule Four finds a fairy charm in a dungeon.
7 Flooding Rain None Prompt Sky, Wild And so the gods drowned the world.

So! What is this? This is where I'm going to start putting things that for whatever reason I don't want to put up as their own fic. These include scenes written for prompt games, requests for milestones, concept/vibe things ('child support') written for Notfreyja's 'Lore does Koholint' project, abandoned work, and anything else that isn't really its own story.

Most things are just here for being too short and me preferring to archive them together than have a bunch of 1k word fics.

Anyhoodle, this is a bit of an experiment and we'll see how it goes.

Chapter 2: Applewood

Summary:

Prompt: (A Link to the Past) Link has beaten horrors within the Palace of the Four Sword, gaining the legendary sword within. What does he do with it?

Notes:

Written for the Legend of Link Fic Fight 2025.

Thank you to FeverProject for the prompt!

Chapter Text

When Link was a child his uncle had told him fairytales.

He told him of giant birds that would carry heroes across the land, of the fae luring children away or replacing them with changelings, of cursed lovers who could only meet at dawn or dusk, of a girl who spun shirts out of nettle to save her brothers. He told him of heroes and villains, of normal boys and girls being brave and strong, he told him the cautionary tales meant to keep curious wandering children safe. Though Link was always cautious by nature.

He told him of the Hero of the Four Sword.

Link liked those stories best of all.

When he was little —and now at 11 he wasn't little, thank you— he liked the stories of the Picori the most. He wanted his own adventure to forge a Great Sword and a world full of tiny, helpful friends to play with. He loved the idea of that secret world. He looked for them of course, all children did, but he never found one. Maybe they really were just a fairytale, but then again he still found rupees and things in the grass now and then. Maybe he just wasn't a good kid.

As he got older he liked the other stories more.

There were loads of different versions, and lots of them didn't make sense with each other. Uncle said that's what happened with old stories, if the character was beloved then the stories would grow and change and people would write new ones.

The Hero had the same name as him, and he liked that. It wasn't an uncommon name, it was the same as the first King in the legends after all.

The Sword he forged and wielded was magic. The stories called it the Four Sword, that they agreed on. Sometimes it was just a magic sword, sometimes it let him create illusions and shadow creatures, and the Hero would use them for puzzles and pranks. Sometimes it would copy him, and here would be four of the Hero having adventures and saving the day. Sometimes it wasn't a copy but the Hero as four different aspects of himself. Sometimes it was four brothers, identical, and they played at being one person.

The stories never spoke of his fate.

Link would think of him sometimes when everything was falling apart. When his Uncle was gone and the Princess was counting on him, when the knights were hunting him and a safe place to rest his head was nothing but a memory.

The tales said he'd saved the Princess, defeated evil, they always made the adventure sound fun. He would tell them to himself walking in the rain, hiding in a dungeon hoping to outwait a monster, settling to sleep under a hedgerow. They weren't the only stories of course, but they were some of them.

He wouldn't let himself dwell on the other boy. The one who had died a martyr all those years ago after saving the sages who would ultimately seal the demon king, the one who haunted him like a ghost all through his journey.

At the end of it all he found the Palace of the Four Sword.

It was the last place to go, and he was worried there was some evil lurking there that might crawl out of the Sacred Realm if he left it be. He couldn't leave anything unfinished. It had to be done, it had to be over. He didn't really think about the name, it was just something else named after someone in history.

Link had two fairies with him when he walked into that fight.

And none when he staggered out.

He died twice on the blade of the Four Sword.

The final fights were messy and desperate, some of the worst of his life. The… the creatures (not people, they couldn't be, they couldn't) had watched him with dead corpse eyes and reeked of choking dark magic. Silent as they tried to slaughter him.

He'd messed up, he'd messed up so bad.

The first was hard, but he won, he used almost all his magic but he won.

And then there was another.

He should have guessed there might be four of them. He didn't, and almost paid for it with his life.

As he dragged himself home, pain still shooting through his knee with every step, he wondered if he's pay for it for the rest of his life instead. The wound had been deep and messy, he hadn't had enough potion left to fix it entirely.

He made it home. Hurt and afraid and riddled with guilt. By the skin of his teeth he made it home. And he took the Sword with him.

Link was the only person in the whole world who knew the fate of the Hero of the Four Sword.

What a monstrous thing it was.

Had it been Ganon's presence that created them? That corrupted the Sword? He didn't know. But he couldn't… he couldn't leave it here, right? What if it it happened again? If there was a soul in it, like he kind of wondered if the Master Sword had, then he didn't want to leave him there alone.

Besides, it was the order of the world. You beat a dungeon, you took the item at the end of it.

He told Uncle Alphonse eventually. Not everything, never everything about anything, but he told him the Sword had been split and he had defeated the monsters wielding them (he only ever called them 'monsters' to Uncle), and the swords had fused into the Sword.

He told him the place had been called 'Palace of the Four Sword', and Uncle had, blessedly, understood. He had been the one to read Link those stories when he was little after all. Uncle told him they would take care of it together.

And they did.

The Four Sword rests in the cellar in an applewood box packed with scrap wool and featherdown, surrounded by barrels of cider and their stores for the winter.

They lit a candle, and Uncle said the words they say when a Knight falls.

Maybe someday Link will take the Sword to Princess Zelda and see it put somewhere grand and important, somewhere that's a worthy resting place for the Hero of the tales.

He hoped he didn't mind being left in such a humble place for a little while, but the thought of going back to the palace and facing all the knights again so soon was… intimidating. Somehow, he didn't want it to be anyone else though.

At first Link always greeted the Sword formally when he entered the cellar, showing respect as if afraid of angry ghosts. The creatures of the Palace warring in his head with the kind, brave Hero of the stories.

But time went on and nothing happened, and familiarity dulled the edges of danger and fear. He would tell the applewood box little things; how the weather was looking, the state of their trees, his quiet little braveries in getting back to day-to-day life, in moving on from… that.

He hoped he didn't mind, he hoped he understood.

One day he entered the cellar to find he wasn't alone. A small creature, the likes of which he'd never seen, stood on the box housing the Four Sword. Like a mouse but smaller, and wearing a little red hat and green shirt. It placed a small white flower on the box, bowed deeply to him, then vanished.

After that Link stopped being afraid of shadows and spectres. The guilt at what he'd done stopped twisting beneath his ribs.

One day he will say goodbye to the Hero of the Four Sword, but for now Link leaves him to guard the cider.

Chapter 3: Introvert (Derogatory)

Summary:

The Chain, and Legend hated that name, and hated Four for coming up with it, and hated Hyrule's giggling every time someone said it, and hated—

And wow! Okay! Yeah! Maybe he was in a mood, huh? Even for him.

The Chain had been together for five days and Legend was slowly losing his mind about it.

Notes:

Prompt!
'Alone, Finally' with Legend. For loz-chainsofcorruption (tumblr)/imagination_junkyard (AO3).
Originally posted on tumblr 15 April 2025.

Chapter Text

The Chain, and Legend hated that name, and hated Four for coming up with it, and hated Hyrule's giggling every time someone said it, and hated—

And wow! Okay! Yeah! Maybe he was in a mood, huh? Even for him.

The Chain had been together for five days and Legend was slowly losing his mind about it.

There wasn't anything in particular wrong, anything specific anyone had done. It was just everything. It was so many people being around all the time, it was every task taking longer, it was waiting on people and being on their schedules, it was having to be switched on all the time in case someone talked to him, it was that they were strangers. Eight exhausting strangers meant someone was around all the time.

Fortunately for the sake of his increasingly threadbare nerves and patience, they had stopped early today to avoid arriving at whatever town Warriors was directing them to at an inconvenient hour. Which meant even with the endless cycle of chores and maintenance and 'getting to know each other' horrors, he finally had some time to fuck off.

And fuck off he did.

Alone, finally.

For about forty glorious minutes before Wind found him.

"Hey Legend, you busy?"

Din give him strength.

"Yes. " Legend was busy not doing whatever the fuck this was.

Wind decided he was not, "Can I borrow your fire rod? Wars said I can't use his."

He didn't want to know what that was for. "No."

"Lame. Hey, Time said he had an ocarina, did you want to come bug him to show us how to play something?"

Legend was going to kill a man. Legend was going to kill a child.

"No."

"Aren't you bored? Everyone is being so boring."

"No, Wind," Legend bit off, trying not to alienate the entire group he was now stuck with less than a week after meeting them by tearing off the head of the team baby, "I am not bored. I was having a nice time not being in each other's pockets for a single fucking hour."

"But it's great? Isn't it amazing! Meeting heroes from all over!"

Legend just glared at Wind and attempted to set him on on fire with his mind. Wind remained stubbornly un-immolated, and instead squinted back at him for a long moment.

"Oh, you're one of those people," the kid said with the deepest disgust.

"What the fuck do you mean—"

"It's fine, accommodations must be made," Wind waved haughtily, "I'll go tell Captain Teamwork we need to leave you your lonely horizon staring time or you'll murder us all in our sleep."

And before Legend could formulate an answer to that Wind was gone again.

Chapter 4: Alterity/Ocarina, Oracle - Bonus Content 1

Summary:

Lore knows Koholint is false, he also knows what's waiting for him when he leaves it.

Notes:

Is this canon? Ehhhh. If it's not in the main fic then I'm not saying 100% either way.
It's concept stuff for Gale

For anyone who hasn't read Ocarina, Oracle; Lore is 14 year old Legend (15 by the time he hits Koholint). He's met the chain and Legend's told him what to expect to happen over the coming years, including that Koholint is fake.

Originally published on tumblr 10 March 2025.

Chapter Text

Lore had a list of 'Things Legend was fucked up about'. It included an intensity scale, but he hadn't had the chance to put it in order yet. Hadn't been able to properly dissect how badly his future was going to bend and break him into that man. There hadn't been the time after all the new additions and his rushing to finish things off in Labrynna.

He had started the list when he was eleven, shortly after his first quest. It had included 'Whatever had happened in the Palace of the Four Sword' and 'Whatever is coming next in general' and 'Himself (Folklore)'.

'Himself (Legend)' had also recently been added to the list, (honestly he should have guessed that one way earlier), along with a heck of a lot else. Some of it was obvious, he'd been ship wrecked enough times that he seemed to dread the idea of sailing. Which was disappointing because Lore had been looking forward to learning on the trip home. Way to preemptively ruin it.

Other things were more nebulous, like how he seemed perfectly happy, eager even, to pick fights Lore would have avoided. When had his flight response swapped to fight? Was it just confidence? Did he want to cause hurt? Have control? Was he just restless? Lore got restless too.

It definitely wasn't good to think too much about such things, but at the same time how could he help it? He'd been looking for any trick he could get his hands on to help control his life since he was eleven years old. Now it was all laid out before him.

Five or so years of it at least.

He'd lived with a window into his future for days. He knew what was coming, probably, and that was its own kind of terrifying. What was worse, going in blind? Or walking to straight towards your fate?

He just had to meet it, just had to make it through until he had the Triforce again. After that… after that didn't matter. That was future Folklore's problem.

He would save Hyrule, he would save Lorule, he would save the others. He'd even go do 'that nonsense in Hytopia.'

That was the point of him.

He didn't know if there was an after. 'Legend' wasn't after, Legend was in-progress.

There was a kind of directly proportional relationship between how little Legend had wanted to talk about a thing and how much baggage he seemed to be carrying from it.

And oh boy had he hated talking about Koholint.

Lore hadn't understood, not until he stood there with his toes curling in white sand and the warm ocean lapping around his ankles. Seagulls calling overhead and the triplets laughing in the distance. Hadn't understood until hours after the prettiest girl he'd ever met had grabbed his hands and shut down his brain.

It didn't feel like a dream. That was the danger of it. Legend had not known, and he had allowed himself to feel safe. Mistake. Mistake, mistake, mistake. There's no such thing as safe.

He had to get home because his Uncle was… he had to get out before his body died outside of the dream. Yes. Because he still had things to do. Save Hyrule, save Lorule, save Light and the Fallen Hero.

But Legend had been here for ages, he hadn't known and he'd survived so…

He closed his eyes, feeling the warm sun on his face and the water tug at his legs. He has a little time still. He couldn't leave now if he wanted! He does want, really he does. He does! But he's not done yet.

Someone calls his name, and he turns away from home to go to them.

Chapter 5: Wind's Very Responsible Day

Summary:

Prompt: (Linked Universe) Wind is a lot more responsible than he seems— which is good, considering it’s his turn to be the responsible one.

Notes:

Written for the Legend of Link Fic Fight 2025.

Thanks to Lou for for the prompt!
Uhhh, it turned out to be crack.

Chapter Text

Yesterday, not for the first time, Wind had been accused of being irresponsible. For some stupid things that weren't his fault, okay?

If the local kids pick a fight it's not his fault for defending himself, and the cobbler absolutely tried to rip him off the so called 'scene' he caused was utterly called for, and okay he got lost twice, but how was he supposed to get used to cities if he didn't explore them?

They had sent him back the the inn early so that he couldn't cause trouble. The insult. Then, Then! They sent a kid to deliver an update to their very irresponsible shenanigans and make him jealous and boss him around. The nerve.

Now they expected him to fix everything!

Wars even gave him permission to use the emergency funds, by which he means, he told him where he stashed them. It wasn't permission that was the limiting factor. As though they couldn't trust Wind!

Well today he would teach them a lesson, today he would be the most responsible person. He would do everything properly like the mature young man he was. Every chore and errand and generally be super responsible with the… responsibility. Whatever!

He had a nice hot bath and got a good night's sleep, it would be irresponsible to go out late at night, then got up bright and early, made his bed, and went out to a nearby shop to get a healthy, hearty breakfast — bacon and egg roll with an apple juice. You gotta start your day off right.

Then he went to shop for supplies, it never hurt to stock up! He was being prepared and mature and providing for the group. He bought arrows, bandages, extra waterproofing wax, and polish their weapons and armour. He's thoughtful like that. Then he got a pie and pastries for lunch because he's a growing boy and it's important to take care of his health.

He took his dirty clothes to a laundry and paid one of the washerwomen to give them a proper clean with the good soap. Responsible people smell nice. He even got some repairs done on his things!

Checked on Epona of course, fed her, brushed her, braided her mane. She deserved it, she never treated him like a baby. He even introduced some local kids to her and they told him all the town gossip, just like Wars was always looking for.

He was undeniably the most responsible, productive member of the chain. He's kept himself out of trouble and done all his chores and errands!

They're gonna be so proud. They're gonna have nothing to complain about. He's been responsible the entire day! And sure, it took the whole day, but you can't argue with the results!

Only one job left to do.

Wind walked into the guardhouse.

"Hi, I'm here to post bail."

Chapter 6: Bauble

Summary:

Four finds a fairy charm. Unfortunately Hyrule is also present.

Notes:

Prompt: 'Bauble' with Four, Hyrule, or Twilight.
For Nancyheart11 <3
Originally posted on tumblr 21st April 2025.

Chapter Text

It was a ball, and it was shiny.

A trinket, a toy, a bauble, if it hadn't been for finding it in a dungeon, Four would have assumed it was for decoration, or perhaps distracting a toddler. It was a pretty rosy gold in colour and fit neatly into his hand.

Four had picked it up and felt the faint thrum of magic activating. Some passive effect Item then.

He turned to Hyrule to ask what he thought of it to find the older boy starting at it with wide eyes, before shuffling over and clamping on to Four in a hug. Which okay, weird. Then it got a whole lot weirder when Hyrule gave a little hop and wrapped his legs around him too, like a child. Or a redead.

Four staggered under the weight. "Hyrule? The Fuck?"

Hyrule just hummed happily and snuggled against him as Four fought to maintain his footing.

'Hugs!' Red chimed, delighted at this development.

Blue less so, 'No! Bad!'

'Non-consental hugs,' Vio chimed in.

'I am consenting!' Declared Red with vigour.

'The Item's got Hyrule drugged up or something so we shouldn't take advantage. We don't know if he would want this.' Green added reasonably.

Which of course set Red off.

Aaaaand so that's how he managed to upset himself at the idea that Hyrule, who had always been pretty touchy-feely anyway, was giving him hugs he did not actually want to give. Great job, guys.

Why was he like this?

He was the most annoying people he knew.

"Okaaaay, Hyrule? Hyrule? You there?" The Hyrule in question just continued to nuzzle him like an overly affectionate cat, "So I'm going to see if I can turn this off, okay?"

Four sat down entirely without grace and landed too hard on his tailbone, ow. Hyrule draped himself over his back and shoulders and generally gave his best impression of a cat on catnip as Four fumbled and swore over the bauble. Eventually he didn't so much work the magic out as find a seam in the thing, jam one of his chisels into it, and push at it with his magic until it went dead.

Hyrule abruptly let go and skittered away blushing and stuttering apologies.

"You okay?" Four asked.

Hyrule nodded vigorously, eyes wide in a way that made Four suspect he actually wasn't, but the mortification of his clingy Wallmaster impersonation was overriding the potential freak out.

"What was that, do you know?"

"F-fairy charm," Hyrule stuttered, and Four looked back at the ball in his hand, running the feel of the magic through his mind and working out what the Item was for.

"It draws fairies," Four said with a frown, but that didn't explain…

"I um, I maybe have something to tell you…?"

Chapter 7: Flooding Rain

Summary:

And so the gods drowned the world.

Prompt: Sky - Saviour

Notes:

For the lovely Skipbreaker, who gave me this prompt as part of a tumblr ask game uhhhh, a while ago.

One day maybe, I'll do something with The Flood. One day I'll give Sky some proper attention.

Chapter Text

The world is drowning and he can not stop it.

The world was lost long before the Rain came.

Wild follows at the back of the group, silently witnessing another and another's apocalypse, shepherding their small, sad party. Perhaps wondering if his own people did the same in the days of the Calamity as he slept hidden in the earth.

Sky leads them, heading north towards the mountains, the only possible refuge. They do not know where the others are. The village, no less than that, a hamlet perhaps, weathered the war, and Ganondorf's marauding army, weathered starvation and storm and sickness. It would not weather the weather.

The rain is pounding, blinding, unceasing, a kind he has never known. Perhaps no one has know it before, he prays no one will know it again.

This is The Flood.

The drowning of the world. A twisted mercy, the Goddesses would not let Ganondorf destroy the last of Hyrule, they would do it themselves. Leave him no ashes to rule over.

They do not answer him when he asks 'Why?' But perhaps they would simply answer, 'There is no hero.' Sky wonders if they even hear him over cries of drowning kingdoms.

Some would live, for Wind's world had not been dead, and they would ensure these people would be among them. He will be gone, leaving this handful to their fate. He will remember them when he builds their drowning kingdom.

They come to a river at the foothills of the mountains. The river was not a river until recently he thinks. The others have so many names for them; streams, creeks, tributaries, brooks, runs, burns, rivulets. He does not know all the words and what they mean. Neither does Wind.

It was one of them before the Rain. Something smaller, something navigable, but its banks have long since burst and they wander east looking for a crossing point. It is hours until they come to somewhere they might cross and survive. They will live or die here.

A small figure stands next to him, hood pulled up on a worn leather coat.

"Four, could you go with Wild and—"

"Pardon?" The voice is young, androgynous, just a little off from Four's.

It's not Four, Four is not with them.

A young woman peeks up at him from under the hood. She is familiar, an impossibility, he's never been here before. Still, there is a tic in the back of his mind. She is perhaps fourteen or so, small and blonde, thick hair made thicker by the rain where it's not plastered to her face.

"Never mind," he tells her, and she turns back to the river with a determined frown.

Sky goes to Wild and together they tie all their ropes together. He holds the tether as Wild fights his way across the swift waters, finding the ford for them, looping the line around drowning trees as he goes. The rain beats down and they lose sight of him.

The people huddle together, praying and wishing and mourning, finding comfort in their closeness. The girl stands at his side, shivering and silent, her jaw set and eyes hard as she watches for Wild.

Finally he returns, tired and grim, the path will be hard, but he's found one. He leads them this time, Wild at the front of the group and the villagers following behind him, clutching at the rope with the last of their strength. May this be the last hurdle before they reach the hills, may they somehow be safe after this.

They step into the river, and inch by inch they cross.

It pulls at them, at their ankles, then their knees, then their waists, climbing higher and higher. Wild leads on, and their little group follows, step by step, holding their literal lifeline.

The girl is in front of him, second to last, and while she does not complain he can see her falter and struggle. She has a lean, wiry strength, but the years have been hard and she is small in height and build, the water is high on her and it's pull strong. When she steps into a pothole and goes under he's ready, lunging to catch the back of her coat as the river tries to haul her away.

Not on his watch. He cannot save the world, but he will not lose a single one of this little handful of people, his people. They are not abandoned by the Goddesses, for he is here, her chosen.

He keeps hold of her and they march onward and bit by bit, inch by inch, they clear the river. They step on to sodden ground and catch their breath, shivering and shaking from cold and fatigue. She tugs his sleeve to get his attention.

"Thank you," gasps the young woman, smiling with the same squint and dimples as Wind's little sister, "You're my saviour."