people will give Time offerings because of the markings on his face, they assume he's an emissary or a chosen for the Fierce Deity (which he is tbf, that's his papa) and the FD still has a surprisingly large following of people across time (hah) so they'll treat Time with the same respect they would treat a deity and Time has learned that this is just a fact of life now with those markings and accepts the offerings gratefully (it would be impolite not to).
the chain never gets used to this, the first time they witnessed this they were at Hyrule Castle in Warriors era and a priest approached them carrying a platter with jewelry made of silver, diamonds, and sapphires winding together to make earrings in the shape of a moon and star, as well as very expensive wine, a moonstone pendant, as well as this happening well into the night. Imagine their surprise when the priest approaches the old man and explains it's an offering to him and the God of the Night, and imagine their further surprise when instead of saying that he's got the wrong person (because as far as they know, he does) Time graciously accepts the gifts and says a few words in a language none of them know (it's Terminian shh) and when they try to ask him about it this guy just responds with "It's bad manners to push away an offering"
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Headcannon, he can see lil Time, who died, watch over Legend and Hyrule
(ie worry over when they look sad or curl up and sleep w/ them)
Headcannon, he can see Fierce Deity float around Time, Wars, and the others
(ie poking Wars in the ribs and muttering about his eating habits, trying to push Time back to his bedroll, attempting to tuck Wild in, fretting over whenever Twilight gets injured, sitting by a homesick Sky, curled up around Legde and Rulie w/ lil dead Time's ghost, making funny faces at Wind once discovering he can actually see him)
Headcannon that whenever it seems Four's eyes look purple-ish, he sees Shadow flicker over him with a very fond look in his eyes
Headcannon that Wind can see the first one flash to life above them full of fury when one gets badly injured or angry, he's the most corporal, so much so that Wind thought he was alive the first time, he particularly likes Sky
Headcannon that none of them know until Wind tells them or something happens
Kinda can't stop thinking about that one theory video where Link's dad became the fierce deity to defeat the god of chaos that caused the Hylian civil war.
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In honor of Fan Joy July :D Have some brief Fierce Deity and the Chain, inspired by @maesonc-artistic-adventures wonderful piece of Fierce and Warriors :)
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It’s the first time Link’s donned the mask in years.
The magic is instantly familiar and terrifying, like trying to breathe in air that’s blasted into one’s lungs at the speed of a hurricane, filling him to the brim with energy. His body is overwhelmed, mind filled with sudden pain and a fear that is not his own, with screams and laughs and memories and history and it’s too much—
Link screams, the magic taking over him entirely, and his voice deepens as he cries, his own consciousness violently shoved into a void of numbness, a blessed release, with just the sentiment of save him echoing in the distance.
The cry vanishes in the air, swallowed by the sounds of clashing swords and snarling beasts, and the Fierce Deity takes in a breath.
It’s the first time he’s been out in years.
Blank, glowing orbs scope out the environment in seconds, accustomed to taking in a disaster in an instant, and he sees four heroes still trying to fight, two huddled around one fallen teenager while another tries to reach someone who likely just got knocked down.
Fierce hardly knows these faces, only wisps of images from his host, but he knows this one.
His double helix blade is out in an instant, carving a path across the battlefield. Black blood stains the grass, like spilled ink over a green canvas, and the other heroes note quickly that a veritable force of nature is heading their way.
The monsters converge on him, recognizing he’s the greatest threat, but as heads and limbs go flying, they flee quickly. He doesn’t give them a chance to go far, stabbing his final opponent in the back, and then he reaches his destination.
He remembers this little soldier, remembers his love and care for Link, his smiles and laughs and yells and anger and courage. He remembers his battles, victories and losses alike.
There is another young one near him, hesitantly watching him, sword at the ready in his grip but tipped off to the side, waiting for the deity to make the first move.
He knows that sword, too, though he hardly knows the one holding it. Still, there’s an aura to this child, like the vague remnants of a perfume of divinity, just enough to get a hint of it.
Fierce flicks his blade with enough power to stir the air, singing as it slices, and the monsters’ blood is off in an instant. He then puts it away.
Hylia’s Chosen relaxes, still watching him. “Old man?”
Fierce doesn’t speak at first. He’s focusing on the captain, kneeling down to look him over. He hardly even recognizes that the other hero is addressing him—how long has it been since someone even acknowledged him rather than shrank from him in fear?—and he realizes the child thinks he’s Link.
He doesn’t bother explaining, not this time. It’s been too long, the captain looks too bloodied, and his blood is boiling from the fight. Instead, he gently orders, “Look after the others. Are their injuries worse?”
“I—no, the captain definitely took the worst hit,” Hylia’s hero answers, eyes worried.
“He will be fine,” Fierce assures. “Get to the others. I will follow you to your camp.”
He doesn’t realize his words tip off the other hero, a sudden edge of anxiety giving weight to his movements as he dashes for the others. He instead reaches for the little soldier he once fought alongside, carrying him gently in his arms as he moves to follow Hylia’s hero. The young one feels a little heavier in his arms than he remembers, and he smiles just at little, knowing that he must have grown.
He still seems too small, though.
Warriors wakes up briefly to the feel of armor against his side, of weightlessness and safety that he hardly remembers. He sees facial markings and glowing eyes, and he almost croaks out a word before passing out again.
He wakes far later to a ring of heroes worriedly hovering over him while Time nurses a magical hangover in the corner of the camp. But when the captain sits up, accepting a potion from Legend, he locks eyes with the old man.
Thank you, he says without words, nodding.
And as Time nods back, he can feel the fierce deity mask warm with magic, almost as if in relief.
