#mualuau

Things to Choose From:

Legend of Zelda

Linked Universe

Mixed Up Ages LU AU

Warehouse 13 LU AU

Peppermint Winter’verse LU AU

Max Steel 2013

Or something else you’ve seen me post about

Only request is that it’s clean/PG/SFW

Happy reading!

“Hey Wild? C’n I borr’ a frog? I promise to give ‘im righ’ back!” Twilight asked early one morning. Wild dragged a hand down his face, trying to wake himself up. It was way too early for this kind of nonsense.

“Why?” Wild asked in response. Twilight, instead of answering, looked around camp, as though he feared being overheard - oh. Well, so long as he didn’t get the poor frog killed, Wild didn’t really care right now.

“‘M gonna slip ‘im inta Wars’ tunic. Wars ate th’ last o’ th’ berries in ‘is porr’dge wh’n I told ‘im to leave some f’r me,” Twilight grumbled. “Ya should’a seen th’ pile o’ berries on ‘is porr’dge. Would’a fed a’ least two people.”

“Oh, uh, sure, I guess. Just make sure he doesn’t get squashed or something, ‘kay?” Wild stipulated as he started snuggling back into his bedroll; it was still too early for breakfast, and since no one but Twilight was awake, apparently, there was no need to start just yet.

Wait.

Legend woke up with a strangled gasp; he didn't want to wake the others up, nor did he want to be coddled. He was just barely not the baby of the group, and if the others got woken up by him freaking out over a nightmare? He'd never hear the end of it. He'd be babied like everyone babied Twilight.

Scrubbing his face, he got up and moved to the fire, away from whoever was on watch (he was pretty sure it was Four, and Four seemed to do everything he could to avoid situations like this, so that was nice). A rustling sound a moment later dashed his hopes of being allowed to be alone while he tried to pick up the shattered ceramic pieces of his composure with bleeding hands.

The intruder on Legend’s moment of respite turned out to be Hyrule. The guy who was apparently the one to clean up Legend’s multiple failures at stopping Ganon. Yeah, Legend wasn’t sure he wanted to give Hyrule any more ammunition against him; not that the man ever used it, but Legend always felt this… huge weight above his head and in his chest, like a giant sword was hanging by a thread, just waiting to cleave him in two whenever he thought of Hyrule and the failures he inherited. Would inherit? Whatever.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?” he asked as Hyrule sat down next to him. Hyrule smiled and shook his head.

“I was already up,” he said simply. “Are you alright?” This was the last question Legend wanted to answer. He hunched his shoulders and wrapped his arms around his knees; it was just a bad dream, there was no reason to coddle him. Hyrule, instead of taking this as the hint to buzz off that Legend was intending, craned his head a bit to look Legend in the eye. This was rather difficult, since Legend was doing everything he could to avoid eye contact, so it was impressive when he managed it.

“Legend? Do you want to talk about it? Just going off of how you’re acting, you’re not exactly chipper right now,” he remarked.

“No,” Legend muttered into his knees, doing his best to scowl. Instead of getting grouchy at him, though, Hyrule just nodded and scooched closer.

“Alright. Are you alright if I give you a hug?” he asked, and Legend wasn't sure what to say. What if he absolutely wouldn't be able to stand a hug but had said yes? Would Hyrule get super frustrated and not want to hug him anymore? Legend really liked Hyrule's hugs, he didn't want to lose them (or him)! But if he said no, would Hyrule be offended? Or would he think that Legend didn't like his hugs?

“How about this,” Hyrule said, cutting off Legend's mental spiral. “I'll give you a hug, and if you need me to shove off and quit it, then you let me know and I'll stop. Sound like a plan?” Legend nodded and leaned into Hyrule's warm, solid, real arms.

“Thanks, Hyrule.”

“Twilight, come on, please! Just sit still for five minutes so I can cut your hair!” Wild admonished as he tried to make sure he wasn't going to leave Twilight with something worse than the mop he currently sported.

“Ugh, why can’ you jus’ hack it off quick’n’easy? ‘S ‘ow Pa does i’,” Twilight grumbled in response as he crossed his arms and continued to wiggle. Wild sighed.

“Because if I do while you’re wiggling, you could end up with a snipped ear or something. Pretty embarrassing way to get a scar, let me tell you,” he said.

“Ugh, fine. But i’s so borin’! I needta move!” Wild heaved another, gustier, sigh.

“Alright, how about this; I cut some hair, then you get up and wiggle for a bit, then you come back and I’ll cut more, and so on. Sound like a plan?” he asked. Twilight deliberated for a moment, then nodded his agreement. “Thank you. Now, hold still a minute so I can make some progress before you wiggle.”

“Fine, bu’ can ye no’ call i’ ‘wigglin’’? Makes me soun’ like ‘m five ‘r somethin’,” Twilight said exasperatedly as Wild chuckled, nodded, and started clipping and snipping away.

The end

Send me a word/picture and a fandom/AU from the list below, and I’ll write a story for you!

Fandoms/AUs:

Max Steel 2013

Legend of Zelda

Linked Universe

- Mixed Up Ages LU AU

- Peppermint Winter’verse LU AU

- Warehouse 13 LU AU

Hob Runic Games

Ninjago (Pre-Dragons Rising)

Surprise Chosen by Nevermatch (unlisted items)

Crossovers between these are also welcome!

My requests

Keep it SFW

No ship asks please

This will be open for one week starting from today, November 28, and ending December 5!

I hope y’all enjoy!

Here’s number 27 of @thetanzanitequill’s Januwinter prompts! Enjoy!

Gloves (Mixed Up Ages LU AU)

“Okay, does everybody have what they need?” Time asked. He had been put in charge of the shopping list as well as the rest of the younger Heroes, so he was doing his best to keep everyone in line and not lose his cool. So far, he was doing alright.

“Uh, no,” Warriors said sheepishly. “I need new gloves.”

Oh no.

“What happened to your other ones? You know, the ones you wore the last time we ended up in a cold area,” Time said, almost pleading, begging Warriors to be joking.

“A Like-Like ate them,” he said apologetically. Twilight nodded.

“Yep. Th’ thing ev’n burp’d aft’r i’ did tha’.”

Well, that was a disgusting image that now resided in his mind.

“Alright, let’s go see if we can get you some new gloves. Anyone else need anything?”

Legend’s hand went up. Please, no.

“I need new gloves too. The Like-Like got mine as well.”

Time grimaced. This was fine. It was totally fine.

“Alright, two new sets of gloves. Anyone need anything else?” he asked, internally begging every other Hero to shake his head and say no.

Wind’s hand crept up. “I need new socks.”

“Did the Like-Like eat your socks as well?” Time asked, beginning to disbelieve that story.

“No, actually, they just have a ton of holes and I’m out of stuff to patch them with.”

BEHOLD! Wind in the Mixed Up Ages LU AU! I’m quite pleased with how he came out, especially his hair!

So, I would like to suggest a MUALUAU crossover with regular LU (either the two Chains meeting each other or some Links being swapped between them)

I am so excited for this!! Getting asked for a crossover (one of my favorite kinds of fanfic) and it’s with something I’ve made? Thank you, @muddledmage! (This might’ve gotten a little out of hand 😅)

Mixed Up Mix-Up?

This Wizrobe was the worst. It was already one of the stronger ones, and then it just had to be black-blooded, so this fight was going really, really poorly. It was from Wind’s era, and somehow, in spite of not being the Wizrobe from the Wind Temple, it had summoned other Wizrobes.

“Come on! Come at me, you scrunchy old wizard!” Legend had been trying to get the Wizrobes’ attention away from Wind so he’d have time to get a hit in on the one they’d been fighting originally, but it wasn’t going very well. It seemed their attention spans were far better than the average Wizrobe, which was doubly unfortunate.

Wind was trying to line up a good shot—one that would take out at least the main Wizrobe—when he heard a chorus of giggles right behind him.

Uh oh.

Wind looked behind him and saw that all five Wizrobes were almost done casting their spells. Everyone was shouting for him to get out of the way, and he tried, really, but he tripped on a rock or his own foot or something, and wasn’t able to get out of the way in time. What a way to die—not even fourteen and helpless on the ground before the combined force of five Wizrobes.

Wind hoped Grandma and Aryll would be okay.

—•—•—•—•—•—

Wind had just finished dragging Legend to his bedroll for the nth time that morning. He didn’t care what the lad said about his dream and something happening to Wind, the landlubber had a fever fit to light a bomb fuse. S’far as Wind was concerned, that swabbie was staying put.

Suddenly, he was falling through what felt like a portal but not, like the portal was going three inches to port.

He fell out in a crumpled heap on the ground.

“Sailor?” came a voice that sounded like Legend when his voice cracks weren’t playing merry havoc with him. Sadly, Wind was fighting one of the worst headaches of his life, so he could only groan and give a thumbs-up.

“Alright, let’s find a place to set up camp and take care of the Sailor. Twilight, Warriors, scout ahead, we’ll follow,” said… Time? He sounded older, somehow.

Oh, shiver Wind’s timbers, had he been sent to the future?! That would explain why Twilight got sent to scout ahead…

“Don’t worry, Wind, we’ll get you back to normal in no time,” Legend said softly.

What? Back to normal?

“Wha’?” he asked intelligently.

“Don’t worry about it for now, Wind. I’m going to carry you to the campsite, alright?” Time said. Wind heard armor shifting and clanking, and then he was lifted up.

Yep. Definitely in the future. Time had a hard time (heh) lifting Wind on a good day last Wind knew, so Time definitely spent some time (hehe) bulking up while Wind was in that portal.

—•—•—•—•—•—

Wind awoke to the delicate sounds of someone puking his guts out, and it wasn’t him.

“Guuhhhh… Wind? ‘S’at you? Uuggghhh, Wild,” the guy who had just puked called out. “Wild, I w’s righ’—som’thin’ happ’n’d t’ Wind!” Wind was so confused. Why was this guy—sounded like Legend—calling for Wild? Were the older guys out doing something else? Wind was broken from his musings by the sound of footsteps.

“Oh dear. Alright, Legend, let’s get you in a clean bedroll—Time! Can you come get Wind into his bedroll? Something’s happened,” called a voice that sounded like if Wild was Time’s age. Well, maybe.

“Coming!” Since when did Time sound so young?

“Ugh, somethin’s no’ righ’, guys. Y’all soun’ weird,” Wind groaned, even though he still hadn’t opened his eyes. Sue him, his head hurt and the very thought of opening his eyes to the bright sunlight was painful. He felt someone pick him up, and the person smelled… mostly the same as Time, except a lot less armor-y, so he maybe sorta snuggled up, just a bit.

That was not Time’s chest. Time was built like a full-grown pine tree—different from Twilight, who was built more like a full-grown oak tree—not like this, this, this palm tree impostor!

His eyes snapped open in spite of the promised pain.

“PUT ME DOWN! WHO D’YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU LOUSY LANDLUBBER?! YOU’D BETTER PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW OR I WILL FIND A WAY TO TAN YOUR HIDE!” he hollered as he thrashed in Impos-Time’s arms.

“Alright, alright! I’m putting you down, just—stop thrashing!” Impos-Time grunted. Wind harrumphed, but stopped his thrashing. Carefully, he was set down on his feet. As soon as he was down, he whipped his sword out of its sheath and backed up to get a good look at the impostors.

Everything was like someone took his room back home and moved everything in it three inches to the left. Impos-Time was smaller than the one Wind knew, and he had his other eye and didn’t have the weird red slashes on his cheek. The guy who must’ve been Impos-Wild had his hair in a braid and was wearing some kind of crown—kind of like what Tetra wore when she was doing her princess-ly jobs. His nose was also crooked and he was old. The guy had little gray streaks in his hair!

Wind looked over where Impos-Legend had been laid, and he didn’t look super different, but his hair had more pink in it, Wind thought, and his face was maybe a bit less frowny, but he looked like he was sick, so Wind wasn’t sure. This all added up to one of two things: either Wind had been kidnapped and monsters were doing a really bad job of pretending to be the other Heroes, or he was in some kind of alternate world where everything was the same but not.

“Who are you people? What’s going on? How did I get here?” Wind asked, trying (and failing) to hide the quaver in his voice. The impostors looked at each other and looked—upset? Wind wasn’t sure what exactly was going on with their faces, but they certainly weren’t happy.

“Time, can you explain things to him while I go get Warriors? I think the two of you will be able to explain better than I, given your history with each other,” Impos-Wild said lowly. Impos-Time nodded and turned to Wind while Impos-Wild went off to get what would surely be Impos-Warriors.

“Hey, so, you probably don’t recognize me right now, but we know each other. At least, you will know me when you’re older and I met you when I was younger. We’re friends,” Impos-Time started, and Wind was already lost. “We’re currently traveling together with others like us—Heroes—to find and stop an evil that’s making monsters stronger and wreaking havoc. Warriors is another who knows you from when I met you, so that’s why Wild’s gone to get him.” Wind shook his head.

“That’s not Wild. He’s too old and he looks way different. I mean, what even happened to his nose? No, he’s not Wild—or, at least, he’s not my Wild.” Impos-Time’s jaw dropped.

“Hey, Wild?” he called. “I think we’ve got a different problem than the one we thought we had.”

—•—•—•—•—•—

This was so weird. Everybody looked older, except some looked a bit younger, which, what? Also, nobody was answering his questions about what happened to them, which was so rude. Didn’t he get more respect than this?

“Can somebody please tell me what happened! Why do you all look so different? Why are you all acting like I’m the one who’s different? Just—Four, help me out here!” Wind exclaimed, holding his hands out in supplication.

Four, who didn’t look very different but still seemed a bit younger, hummed, “Well, earlier, before we saw you like this,” the smithy gestures to Wind’s everything, “you’d been almost fourteen and about to get hit by spells from five black-blooded Wizrobes. We’re operating under the assumption that you were somehow aged up by the Wizrobes’ spells, though it doesn’t make much sense that your memories would be altered as well. If your memories matched what they would’ve been had you grown up naturally, that would be a different story, but you’re acting like some of us, who were adults the last time we saw you, should be younger than you’ve ever known them. So, we’re just confused and concerned.”

Wind’s eyes widened.

“Oh, this is that kind of magical squidspit,” he realized, and the number of chokes he got was kind of hilarious, honestly.

“What do you mean, ‘that kind of magical… squidspit’?” Hyrule asked, looking uncomfortable at the end.

“Alternate dimensions slash realities. My Time, back when he was just a wee Sprite—or Mask, dependin’ on who you talk to—told me about a place called Termina and how he was pretty sure it was an alternate reality, since he saw a buncha familiar faces with different names and whatnot. So, I’m pretty sure that your Wind is o’er in my reality and thus, vice versa,” Wind explained.

“Great, now we know where our Wind probably is—how do we get him back?” Legend groused. Wind raised a finger, ready to give the perfect answer, and then he stopped.

“Um. I dunno,” he admitted.

—•—•—•—•—•—

In the end, it took three days for things to go back to normal all on their own. They’d all tried every method they could think of, but none of them had worked out.

Once the third day of the swap had ended, a portal opened up underneath both Winds and plopped them back with their own groups.

~

“Time, I think you’d better start training more and drink more milk or somethin’, because the older version of you I met was built like a tree.”

“But what if I don’t want to?”

“Then be a broomstick the rest o’ your life.”

~

“Wild, you need to be careful of things hitting your face; one of these days, something is gonna whack your nose so hard it’ll never heal right.”

“Uhh, thanks for the warning?”