#rowanverse

I saw "Bakery Dragon" and "Wars gets turned into a small noodle dragon" and I kinda need to know about those two to continue with my life, so.

Hi Rav! Never too late!

These two are actually kinda similar in that Link is the dragon in both XD

Bakery Dragon is based on the children's book by Devin Elle Kurtz! I remember seeing her illustration on tumblr years ago? Maybe before the book was published? I don't know, time and memory are weird. (She's @tamberella on tumblr though! Her art is awesome)

It's barely LoZ/LU, and mostly just an excuse to write Rowan with a cute little dragon helping him in the bakery. Since the baker in Bakery Dragon looks a bit like Rowan!

Here's a small snippet (under the read more, along with more about the noodle dragon one!):

When he turned back to the counters, he caught something in his peripheral vision. Something shiny that hadn’t been visible until the lamps brightened. Huddled beneath the chalkboard sign was a… dragon? Rowan blinked. Rubbed his eyes. Looked again. Yes, that was definitely a dragon. A very small dragon. A very small, very cold dragon, if its shivering was anything to go by. And the fact that the sidewalk in front of his bakery was prone to getting puddles. The sign might block the worst of the rain from landing on the poor thing, but the water was beginning to pool beneath the dragon.

As for "Wars gets turned into a small noodle dragon", that one has more substance! But no actual writing! It's all just an outline, as I discovered when I opened the doc to pick a snippet XD

Gift for @echoing--stars

Do u like HW Link?

Do you like gays?

Do u like pumpkin spice coded guys???

Gift art for @echoing--stars oc Rowan the sweet sweet boy cuz I adore him and every fic he is in so so much <3

This one is for @echoing--stars who lets me steal their oc blorbo Rowan so I can play with him like a Barbie doll. I've put him into the LU Pokemon AU, so here's a little piece featuring his partner Fidough and her one-sided rivalry with Time

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Bidoof circled Time’s legs before snorting and wandering away. "He's a bit of a grump," Rowan mumbled as they watched him go back to the bedroom. He gestured to the living room. "And over there is Fidough."

The tiniest Fidough he’d ever seen stared at him from her perch on the couch, having perked up from her nap upon hearing her name. He smiled, laughing at how quickly she went from looking vaguely disgruntled to extremely alert in less than a second. She yipped, launching off the couch and running directly at him, going so fast that she slammed into his shin. She bounced back, shaking her head before looking up at him and barking urgently.

"She's always been very insistent on being the center of attention," Warriors chuckled, kneeling down. He held out a hand and she immediately zipped to his side, drinking in the pets and attention he gave her.

"He's her favorite," Rowan whispered, as if it were a terrible secret. "She loves watching all those Elite Four battles that get televised. I think she thinks she’s battling too.”

Time laughed as she barked at him again. “She seems to think she’s tough enough for it.”

“Oh, she’s absolutely ferocious,” Warriors praised with a wink. “The toughest pokemon in the region.” She preened under his attention and praise, and Warriors cooed at her some more.

“Why don’t you come in?” Rowan offered, stepping into the rest of the apartment. “Didn’t mean to keep you cornered in the entryway. Want anything to drink?”

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Fidough loved the couch. It always had her favorite blanket tucked just the way she wanted it, creating the perfect nest for her nap. Rowan and Warriors had been out for the morning, which meant there was no one to disturb her while she relaxed.

The door clicked open, and the sound of footsteps on the stairs had her ear twitch, pulling her out of the depths of sleep. Not enough to truly wake her, but she could hear that her people were home. She rolled over, snuggling deeper into her blanket, not quite ready to get up yet.

Until she heard her name.

She groaned, letting out a yawn as she pushed herself up. Maybe they were talking about giving her a poképuff. Warriors always gave her one when he visited. She shook her head and glanced in the direction of the doorway, but what she saw snapped her awake instantly.

Rowan and Warriors were there, but a third man stood with him. A man she recognized all too well.

She yelped, launching herself off the couch. How dare he! After everything he’d done to Warriors and his team when they disappeared into the glowing box! How dare he show up in her house! She would protect Warriors!

Fidough rammed directly into his leg, tumbling back at the force that she hit him with. That should’ve hurt, but when she looked up at him, he was smiling, laughing even! The audacity! She barked, demanding him to leave, show some respect, watch out because if he dared step any further into her house she’d charge at him again. But he didn’t seem to care about her threats.

just pulling ideas outta thin air ya know not targeted at all

Totally not going out of order to post this one today while it's fresh nope not at all

This was supposed to be crack, but it's mostly just very sweet! It is also based on a true story of a beloved friend using baking powder that is older than they are. I will be kind and not call them out though XD

This one also got long. It's longer than some of my fics on ao3 I'm pretty sure! And I remembered to use a read more line break this time!

(If you read this and would like to request a supposedly short snippet, see this post!)

Link thought that Rowan would be proud of him. He’d read the recipe twice — twice! — before starting. He’d taken out all the ingredients and all the equipment he needed. He’d only had to dig for a few things, but he’d bought the chocolate and butter that he knew they were out of yesterday.  If he’d misread the recipe yesterday and thought he’d needed baking soda instead of baking powder, well, no one had to know except himself. They’d use the extra baking soda someday. He assumed. And he’d found some baking powder anyways so what did it matter? He cracked the eggs in a bowl and made sure no pieces of shells were left in them. He measured out the sugars and dumped them in the mixing bowl along with the sticks of butter (and yes, he had remembered to take them out of the fridge that morning) and added two teaspoons of vanilla.

What if Volga took Rowan prisoner to goard Link into an ambush

Youuuuuu giving me angsty ideas! But I guess because you asked nicely...

(If you read this and would like to request a short snippet, see this post!)

On your way home, part 2! You get a snippet!

I don't have much written for this one and it cuts off in the middle of a sentence, but I think it's off to a fun start!

Link tapped his fingers on his arm as he waited for the elevator. He had enjoyed brunch with Zelda, but now that he’d left her in her apartment to continue her wallowing, he wasn’t sure what to do with the rest of his day. He loved Zelda but there was only so much he could take of her indecisiveness on whether she liked her upstairs neighbor in a romantic sense or just wanted to be friends. He’d told her many times that either way, she needed to start by introducing herself, but Zelda had acted like he’d suggested she change her name and move to Hytopia if her expression was anything to go by.  The elevator doors finally opened and he stepped through, careful to avoid the gap that always seemed a bit too large. There was someone else in there, and that was a surprise in itself. He didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone else in Zelda’s building in the many times he’d visited. He looked up just enough to nod at the man, but found himself frozen. He was gorgeous. Not in a body builder-movie star-super model way. No, just in every way that Link had always dreamed about. Shiny red hair, curls pulled back into a messy bun. So many freckles splashed across his face that you could barely see the pale skin between them. A crooked smile that widened when their eyes met. He was dressed for the autumn weather in a dark green cable knit sweater with a jacket hanging over one arm. “Oh, hello! I didn’t expect to meet anyone here.” Link cringed. What an awkward way to greet someone. The man raised an eyebrow. “At…” he paused, checking his watch for the time. “Two in the afternoon?” Link shrugged. “I’ve come here to visit my friend so many times and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone else in the building.” Okay, maybe he normally hung around until late at night, after any sane person had gone to bed. But it’s not like he arrived in the middle of the night! “Hmm, I guess I haven’t been here enough to know that.” “Just moved in?" The man shook his head. “Just dropping off something for a friend. I thought some pastries might...