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night owls (chapter 1: a smoke)
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the chain bonding at nighttime; legend and twilight smoke together
Legend asks for second watch. Nobody protests, but Wind raises his eyebrows at the thought of volunteering for such torture. Twilight doesn’t think much of it; as long as there’s someone to relieve him from first watch, he doesn’t care.
So they settle in for the night. As Wild’s fire dies down, Legend and Time play their ocarinas together. They flow into an easy harmony, like they’ve played together all their lives. It’s probably something to do with the Hero’s Spirit. How else would he have been able to howl a true melody with another wolf?
Wind, always a pirate, tells the others stories that only make them worry about what’s out there in the Great Sea. Four gets antsy, and so does Hyrule, and the two end up throwing small knives into a tree to shake off their energy. Twilight recognizes them as ones Four has been slowly working on whenever they spend time in his Hyrule.
Eventually, the first drifters begin to snore. This time it’s Sky (unsurprising) and Time (a little surprising, but only a little). Wild hands Twilight the fire stick, then joins in. Twilight stretches and sets in for watch. Everyone knows who the wolf is by now, but still, he’d rather they sleep before he takes a trot around the place.
It’s maybe half an hour before Legend bids him goodnight and rests his head on his pack, the last one to go. Legend’s always been like that, taking more watches than he needs to and skipping out of any extra sleeping hours he can. It’s a bit confusing, because wouldn’t the Veteran, of all people, know that proper rest is important?
Twilight pokes the fire one last time to make sure it’s gone out, then he stands and walks some paces away from camp. He needs them in hearing distance, at least - once he’s in his wolf form, he’ll easily sense any danger that might befall them, but he stays close just in case. They’re in Wild’s Hyrule right now, and while nighttime ambushes aren’t nearly as common as they are in other places, Twilight can never be too sure.
He takes the crystal into his hand and shifts. The wolf takes as long stretch after his fur fully covers his body. He resists the urge to howl, though it is very much there. He’s not even in a situation in which he needs to. He just likes howling.
After pulling his limbs, Twilight sets into a trot around camp. He can still smell the lingering taste of dinner. It was some of Wild’s freshest tonight, cooked with fish from the river not five minutes away. Wild almost tried to catch them himself, but Time had given him a look for so long that he backed off. Twilight and Time had got to enjoy some fishing time together.
Tonight is nice. A gentle chill, not unwelcome, sets into his fur. It feels fresh, like the wild is welcoming him in with open arms. Twilight feels at peace.
He takes several circles around the camp, then dares to make way to the river. The night gives him a sudden boost of energy, and he jumps in with his paws. He surprises himself with actually catching a fish or two. He happily enjoys them as a snack.
Twilight checks the moon and determines that his watch is almost up. He makes way back to camp, ears up to make sure nothing is coming, then-
A rustle in the plants catches his predator's senses. Twilight’s head whips around, and he crouches, slowly making his way through the brush. He can smell something burning, but it’s small, consolidated. He sniffs the smoke, and… dammit, did one of the boys wake up? Who in Ordona’s good name decided to get high in the middle of the night!?
Twilight internally groaned. Well, fuck. If he gets reported to Time he’ll have it. He peaks a little further to make sure that the smoker is someone in their group. His head pokes out of the brush.
An arrow, knocked and ready, stares back at him. Behind it is Legend, eyes red. He’s sitting on a fallen tree, the joint laid to his side.
You’re joking, Twilight thinks. Legend blinks, shrugs, and places the bow down.
“Thought one of Wild’s pack wolves was chasin’ me,” Legend mutters. Twilight accepts this and shifts back.
“I was on my way to wake ya up for yer watch,” Twilight says. “Looks like yer too busy getting stoned, though.”
Legend laughs, a short thing through his nose. He lifts up the joint and holds out his hand in Twilight’s direction. “What, you want to join?”
Twilight raises his eyebrows, but he takes it. He sits next to Legend. “I’m not on watch anymore, ya’know.”
“I’ve been ambushed high before, cleared a dungeon, too. I’ll be fine.” Legend waves him off. Twilight takes a long hit, because it’s been ages since he’s had enough time to sit at the farm and smoke.
“Cleared a dungeon,” Twilight repeats, passing back to Legend. He takes a hit before replying.
“Mhm, for the hell of it. Had to re-rent from Rav like three times.”
“So, not well.”
“Can’t say I’ve practiced.”
Twilight rolls his eyes. Legend passes back to him. He takes another hit, this time curling his lips so the smoke makes an ‘O’ shape.
“Look at you, fancy,” Legend comments. “Should’ve known the moment you called yourself Rancher.”
This earns a laugh from Twilight. “‘Veteran’ doesn’t make me think ya’d be smokin’ at ass-o-clock instead of sleepin’, yet here we are.”
“It’s better than dreaming,” Legend replies. Cryptic. Twilight passes.
Legend leans back after he pulls the paper from his mouth, shifting so his head lays on the log. He stretches his legs until his knees pop.
“Same sky,” Legend says. Twilight grunts in reply, so he continues. “No matter what times… we have the same sky.”
That prompts Twilight to look up. He recognizes some constellations almost instantly. He’s never been much of an astronomer. But if you watch the same thing, every night, even if you only see it for a few minutes after what you’re looking for is gone… you’ll remember it.
And Legend is right. It is the same sky.
“‘s like that’s the only thing,” Twilight murmurs. Legend nods.
“Hyrule’s all fucked up… but the stars never died.”
“I’ll drink ‘ta that.”
“Ha.”
Legend sits back up. Passes. Twilight’s taking his hit as Legend pipes up again.
“You watch the sky a lot, yeah?”
“Hm?”
“Sunsets, we always gotta pry you away. Why’s that?”
Twilight flashes a smile. His mouth goes dry, and ah, it’s hitting. “Only time our worlds are each other’s.”
“You told me that before,” Legend muses. “Talk about it like it’s a lover.”
“She was,” Twilight mumbles. “...I think.”
“Yikes,” Legend says. Twilight huffs, passes. He leans back and sighs as the high kicks in.
“Been a while, huh?” Damn, Legend doesn’t shut up when he’s not sober. That’s fine, Twilight can be a bit of a talker, too.
“Can’t get away from y’all long enough.”
“And that’s why ‘m here now.” Legend has a point.
Legend’s rolling another, and Twilight hadn’t realized their first was out. He digs into his bag, which is sloppily laying next to him, and takes out his fire rod. A genius idea dawns upon Twilight.
He reaches down and grabs a blade of grass. He holds up as far away from his fingers without dropping it, then motions Legend to look.
“What.”
“20 rupees if ya can burn this blade of grass and nothin’ else. Test yer fire rod skills.”
“Shit, you do have a dog brain!” Legend laughs.
Twilight scoffs. “‘Scuse me!”
“Make it 30, I’ll do it,” Legend continues. “Easy.”
So Twilight holds his arm out as Legend shifts to his knees, aiming the fire rod carefully as he taps into its magic. Legend counts down from three, and because Twilight is actually confident in him (and he’s too stoned to actually think about what they’re doing), he doesn’t move a muscle.
Fire rods, in fact, are hard to aim in close proximity. Even more surprising, they tend to send out a set amount of fire with each use, and cannot really be adjusted to send out a tiny flame. Under normal circumstances, Legend and Twilight would know this perfectly well; in fact, under normal circumstances, they wouldn’t be caught dead even imagining doing this. However, it’s ass-o-clock in the morning, both heroes are baked, and there’s a bet involved.
And so, Legend shoots a burst from the rod, it singes Twilight’s finger, and he jolts away before he can even yelp in pain. Twilight’s had burns before, but shit! And he’s waving his hand like that’ll do anything, and Legend is cursing, and Twilight briefly remembers that he just won 30 rupees so he stops panicking.
“Fucking- ugh! Shit, if the magic rod was real, those fuckin’ fireballs, they could’ve… fuck!”
Twilight hums as he gets to his feet. He checks his finger - it’s not too bad, but it is quite red, and Legend’s desperately digging through his bag. Maybe it is bad, then.
Legend practically throws him the fairy, and Twilight pops the lid open without a second thought. The fairy heals up his hand nicely, though it still feels quite warm after. Legend’s still cursing.
“30 rupees,” Twilight reminds.
“Fairy worth more, you owe me,” Legend grumbles.
Twilight just shakes his head until Legend groans even louder and forks over the money. He pockets it with a grin.
“I give you my weed and you fuckin’ scam me,” Legend lights the other joint, which was abandoned up until now. “Not to mention give me a heart attack.”
“Was an honest bet,” Twilight counters.
“Whatever.” Legend takes another long hit, probably to make up for the past five minutes, and then gives it to Twilight. The two fall into silence for a while, trading the joint. Twilight watches the moon slowly climb through the sky.
Twilight’s mind drifts. He thinks about the conversation they had earlier. Two realms, connecting at dusk… Legend has mentioned another world, too. Lorule. That day, he found out about the wolf. He was a bunny, ha! And he mentioned…
“When was the last time ya saw her?” Twilight asked, more to himself. It wasn’t his business. Usually, it wouldn’t even come out of his mouth.
“Her?” Legend questions.
“That girl,” Twilight murmurs. “Said it’s yer fault. I feel that way too, ‘bout mine, sometimes.”
Legend’s quiet. Twilight turns, making sure he’s alright. He stares at the ground with a pensive expression that tells way too much.
“She’s why I don’t sleep,” Legend mutters. Makes sense.
“I get nightmares, too,” Twilight nods.
“No, it’s-” Legend cuts himself off by turning away, gritting his teeth. It takes a few moments, but he then relaxes, taking a deep breath. “Damn, and I’m on this shit to calm me.”
“Haha. You don’ gotta talk about it.”
“I killed her,” Legend blurts out. And Twilight doesn’t know how to reply, so he doesn’t.
A beat.
“I destroyed the world she lived on. I was the only survivor.”
Twilight leans against Legend and pulls him into a hug.
They’re quiet. The weed still buzzes at Twilight’s mind, though he’s not at the peak of his high anymore. Legend stays still, looking out into the distance, wistful. But he leans into Twilight’s touch, enough that there’s trust, so Twilight stays holding him.
“Sorry,” Legend mumbles, after a bit. “Soured the mood.”
Twilight waves him off. “‘s fine. You matter more.”
“Really?” And Legend’s tone is genuine, like he doesn’t know how to mean something to people. The thought worries Twilight.
“Yeah,” Twilight says. “Really.”
Legend leans in closer, and Twilight swings his arm around the younger’s shoulder. It feels like how Twilight would comfort his younger brothers in the village. He realizes that Legend’s not too far off from that. Not related by blood, but if someone asked Twilight who Legend was, he would call him “brother”.
“People care about ya, y’know,” Twilight starts. Legend makes an “mm” sound. They’re still high, but there’s an air of sobriety between them. “Ravio cares.”
“Rav cares about my money,” Legend replies, but it’s weak and they both know it.
“Bull. When ya showed up bleeding at his door last week, he held ya close all night.”
“That’s… that’s different.”
“Sure.”
Legend sighs. “..Complicated. With ‘im.”
“I know that feelin’.”
Legend drops the little left of the joint, puts it out with his boot. His eyes drift to the sky. Twilight’s follow, and he determines that Legend’s watch will be over in maybe 15 minutes or so.
“How’re you supposed to be Link?” Legend mutters. It’s more to himself. Twilight hears it anyway.
“Hm?”
“You do all this Hero shit, and then what’re you? Who’s Link once you drop that?”
Twilight’s heard some stories about Legend’s life from him. Besides the 7 adventures thing, he knows the guy practically lives on the road, only stopping by home to spend time with Ravio.
“I’m a rancher,” Twilight replies, like it’s helpful. Legend’s scoff tells him it’s not. “What were ya doin’ before?”
“Don’t fuckin’ know. I was 12.” Shit.
“Take care of your house much? Saw the orchard outside.”
“I did smithing, once, didn’t work out.”
“Then fuckin’ retire,” Twilight says. “Ya got ‘nough chronic pain to get away with it.”
Legend groans and puts his face in his hands. “That’s what Ravio always says.”
“Try listenin’ to him for once.” At that, Legend purses his lips. “Look, he loves ya. He don’t want ya hurt.”
“I-” Legend shoots up, stares Twilight in the face. He’s beet red. Twilight doesn’t let his expression falter.
“Just sayin’,” Twilight shrugs. Legend sputters a bit.
“Fuck this,” he grumbles, standing up. He’s not actually mad and they both know it. Twilight follows, cracking his knuckles as Legend hoists his bag back over his shoulder. The buzz is starting to subside, but he doesn’t really mind.
Legend starts walking back to camp, deep in thought. He mumbles something about waking up Warriors for his watch. Twilight’s about to let him go, wave him off and go to bed, when Legend suddenly straightens and takes Twilight’s arm.
“Uh, Rancher,” Legend says. “...Thanks.”
“‘Course,” Twilight replies. “Just wake me up if ya need a smoking buddy.”
Legend snorts. “If you don’t try to kill yourself next time, sure.”
They both laugh, then Twilight bids Legend goodnight. As he settles into bed, he overhears Warriors grumbling at being woken up. Then he hears Warriors grumbling that Legend smells like weed, and he’s suddenly glad that he’s assumed enough of a sleeping position that he won’t also be told off. Especially by someone some months younger than him.
Twilight sinks into his bedroll. His limbs feel heavy in a comforting way, like when he goes to bed stoned at home. Tonight felt like home.
He falls asleep quickly, knowing that he’s safe with his brothers around him.
hello fellow don't starvers. I stayed up until three in the morning writing a modern AU for a fandom that doesn't really do modern AUs.
here's an excerpt:
Wilson rests against the counter for several minutes, holding his head in his hands. He groans.
“SOMETHING WRONG?” WX-78 asks.
“Nothin’ wrong.. just, I can’t think."
“THAT IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU USE DRUGS, WILSON.”
“I know, I know..,” he says, rubbing his eyes. “I didn’t do it on purpose..”
“DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO EAT ALL SIX GUMMIES? REALLY?”
“I dunno.. I thought it was like, fruit snacks or.. something.. You know, those ones your mom got you as a kid? I always really liked the Scooby Doo ones, but the blue one was my favorite.. What was yours?”
They make a face.
“What was I saying again? Wait, what’s that smell?”
He turns to the microwave to see the timer with five minutes left.
“Oh, God, did I set it to ten minutes? It was supposed to be for one. Shit."
Here's a link to the fic if you're interested! :)
OBSESSED W YOUR MODERN AU CAN WE GET MORE OMG. maybe of wx & wilson doing weed together…. it’s up to you i just rlly love your modern au
IT TOOK ME . TWO MONTHS. BUT I DID IT.
“We should smoke weed together after your shift tomorrow,” says Wilson, leaning over the checkout counter of the gas station he works at. He’s not currently clocked in, but WX-78 is.
“WHAT? HELL NO. WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WANT TO DO THAT?”
“Aw, c’mon! It’d be fun,” begs Wilson.
“I REFUSE. NOW GET AWAY FROM ME BEFORE I PRESS THE ‘CALL FOR HELP’ BUTTON.”
“Why not?” he asks, putting on his best pleading face.
“I DO NOT WANT TO,” WX-78 says, and they reach under the counter where Wilson knows the button is.
“Wait! I’ll buy it,” he says, and they pause.
“DO YOU EVEN KNOW ANYONE THAT SELLS WEED?” They ask, and he bites his lip.
“Well, no. I was hoping you would?” He asks, punctuating the statement with a sheepish grin.
“ARE YOU NOT ASTHMATIC?” WX-78 asks, and Wilson wonders how they even got that information, because he indeed is asthmatic.
“BEFORE YOU ASK, IT’S ON YOUR FILE.”
“Oh. Hm, I guess you’re right,” he mutters, looking down, and then he perks up again. “Ooh, we could make brownies!”
WX-78 rolls their eyes, but Wilson is too deep in thought to pay it any mind.
“Oh, or we could make cookies! But my oven doesn’t work,” he mumbles to himself, stroking his chin.
WX-78 sighs loudly, interrupting his thoughts. “YOU’RE JUST GOING TO KEEP ASKING, AREN’T YOU?”
Wilson feels his face heat up. “Well, um.. I-–”
“GIVE ME ENOUGH MONEY FOR THIS, AND TO REPLENISH MY STASH, AND I WILL ALLOW IT.”
Wilson beams. “How much?”
They think for a moment.
“ABOUT TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS.”
Wilson’s jaw drops.
“Seriously? There’s no way it’s that expensive!”
“MARIJUANA IS NOT EASY TO GROW AND IT IS NOT LEGAL TO SELL. OF COURSE IT IS THAT EXPENSIVE.”
Wilson frowns. “Alright, alright. Fine. Do you have PayPal?”
WX-78 gives him a deadpan look.
“I NEED IT IN CASH, WILSON. ARE YOU REALLY THAT STUPID?”
He flushes again. “No, but you could just go to an ATM or something.”
“WHY SHOULD I HAVE TO GO TO AN ATM WHEN I HAVE YOU TO DO IT FOR ME?” They ask, and Wilson scowls.
“Whatever,” he says. “What about the whole smoking thing?”
“UGH. SO PICKY,” WX-78 says. “I SUPPOSE EDIBLES ARE AN OPTION.”
“As I said, my oven doesn’t work. Sorry,” he says, and WX-78 leans onto the counter with both elbows. They place their head in their hands.
“I SWEAR I WILL REGRET THIS..” they mutter. “WE CAN USE MY OVEN–”
Wilson beams. “Great! When can we–”
“BRING ME THE MONEY WHEN YOU CLOCK IN TOMORROW. I WILL HAVE IT BY FRIDAY.”
Wilson falters. Tomorrow? He thinks. I probably won’t get this chance again. Ugh. I think I’ll regret this.
He nods. “Uh.. sure. Yeah. I’ll have it by tomorrow.”
Behind him, Wilson hears someone clear their throat loudly.
He stiffens and then high-tails it out of the store, back to his car, leaving WX-78 to deal with the (presumably) pissed off customer.
Link to the full story:
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Settle down, settle down,
There might be no better way.
I’m on drugs and I really wanna cry all day.
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