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Violet without the Violet

Violet part 3 anyone?

SUMMARY: Warriors and the other adult heroes visit a bar for information and unfortunately the captain's reputation proceeds him. Swarmed by females, another Violet Incident is enacted to help him escape, since saying "no" very rarely seems to ever help matters for the captain

DISCLAIMER: There is flirtation and reference to um... working ladies. Yes, that sort. And yes, the flirting is between two of the boys but THEY ARE ACTING!!!! Neither party is comfortable with their performance but it is, unfortunately, necessary (for plot and humor reasons). There is no intended romance here, or linkshipping. All descriptions and observations by the characters is not intended to convey attraction in any way, but rather to provide description to the reader.

TLDR: Wars needs a save and flirtation is for humor and plot reasons, not for shipping purposes in any way, shape, or form.

Violet Part 3

There should never have been a repeat performance.

It was one thing when they were saving Twilight’s ass (and yes, he had every intent of holding that over the rancher to get him to shut up) and okay, maybe it made sense the second time, pieces falling into place, answers just at their fingertips that were so easy to grab at and use to speed up their escape, but a third?

Honestly, Warriors didn’t even have words for it.

Especially because this time was so, so much worse.

It was one thing to draw attention; faces like theirs, and dressed as they are, it only makes sense that they’d get a few people watching them here and again, but to call such blatant attention to themselves? He has no clue how Legend makes it work but this time has been the worst by far and he can’t even thank Legend for the save because he can’t even look him in the eyes.

Because this time he was the one needing the rescue.

And, well, Legend delivered. As he does.

He’s not even sure if this would qualify as what Wind would call “a Violet Incident” since Four had been nowhere near the situation, but still… he’d rather call it that than try to put some name to what did happen.

He’d honestly like to forget that it happened at all.

It was his world again, because of course it was. They’d arrived a few days prior, and this time, blessedly, far enough away from Castle Town that the captain was relatively sure that there was no chance anyone might recognize them or in any ways associate them with the first “Incident”. And that was so, except that didn’t last very long when they’d started looking into the monster issue.

Time had set the standard that when they came within close reaches of civilization: they were to inquire as to the current state of affairs of both the kingdom, the hero’s legacy and the current monster issues. It being the captain’s world, the answer about who the most recent hero was already answered, but that didn’t stop them from checking in on the two other points. For this reason, they’d split. Two groups, one consisting of Wild, Hyrule, Wind and Four, who go and speak with the youths about town, and the other five all heading to the local pub.

Typically speaking, pubs and taverns act as the main hive of gossip in most towns, with only the market ranking higher. Adults of all ages and walks of life gather within four walls to drink, eat, play, flirt, and share tales of what they’ve seen, heard and, of course, speculated, all loose in the tongue and eager to beat the blather of their fellows. It’s an ideal environment for picking up on local happenings and sometimes a lead or two as to where next they ought to be headed.

He’s a bit nervous about getting them all in, hence why the youngest four are out on the town instead of with them, but they enter without a hitch, the worst thing that happens being a few winks and whistles from the doorman which Time dissuades near immediately with a look.

Twilight is still shivering when they get to their seats.

They don’t sit together of course. The whole point of coming here is to get as much information as they can in one sitting, so the five of them split off in different directions, Twilight to the bar itself, since apparently he has an uncanny ability to charm bar-keepers, while Time sits at a table of people more his own age, who take one look at him and make room to let him join them. It’s good, those two have a talent for getting on well with common people, and Sky’s good looks and charm will no doubt help him do the same once he’s a bit more comfortable. Warriors’ biggest concern is Legend and his… winning personality, but that turns out to be for naught when the next thing he knows when looking out over the bar from his own position, he sees the vet engaging with a few of the…um, working girls. Not what he’d guess from his little brother, but if that’s the way the vet rolls he’s not about to judge. As long as they get what they need, he’s not particularly picky on how they get it.

As for himself, Warriors takes the part of the bar where the most people are gathered. Mostly young people but there’s a few older. Some know him, and some blessedly do not, but it’s little time at all before he’s got a few people locked in conversation and, as would follow, about six or seven girls all vying for his attention as he tries his very best to do his job. It’s not that bad, he really is used to it. The girls let their hands wander a little too freely and it does get warm fast with how close they’re all trying to press, talking over others to try and get him to talk to them and generally creating a flurry much faster than what would be usual in castle-town, but he’s used to that.

If Hyrule could see him right now, the traveler would be giggling his ass off and teasing him about his “lady problems” incessantly. Thank Hylia the kid is outside.

Generally speaking, Legend isn’t one for flirting. He never has been. Teasing incessantly and insulting particular people until they’re red in the face? Oh most certainly! He’s taken great amounts of pleasure in messing with Ralph and Warriors both in that way, but flirting with someone is a whole different concept. So even though Time is raising a brow at him from across the room and Twilight as openly staring when the bartender’s back is turned (and the woman is hiding a blush in pouring beer because the rancher apparently has Game) the vet is not, in fact, flirting with the bar’s working girls. Quite the opposite really.

“Oh yes, they’re awful,” one of them sighs, sipping on a drink he’d bought her and slumping against the bar while a second girl keeps watch over the rest of the room for a moment, “but they ain’t kickin’ up round here much of the time. Most times the girls an’ I stay in town, but they’ve started straying closer.”

“I imagine that makes work harder.” he agrees.

The gal snorts, somewhat unladylike, but he’s not one to judge. “You have no idea, sweet pea. Regulars won’t risk it when monsters are on the prowl. Funds gotta go to protectin’ themselves, you ken?”

He nods.

Woeking girls are easy to work with. As a kid they’d had a soft spot for him, and although he’s older now and in another world, he’s learned enough from the ladies in his own world to be able to peek past the veils and talk one on one with the ladies once they realize he has no interest in picking them up.

“It’s Honey’s corner of town that has it the worst,” the second girl, a tall and slender lass with hair darker than even Ravio’s, murmurs to him. “Closest to the woods.”

“Is that safe for her?”

The two ladies share a brief look and a chuckle before Rose, the one currently at the bar, answers him. “There’s a reason we call her ‘Wild Honey’, sweet pea, she likes the daring sort who’ll risk those woods. They pay well and she likes their type.” Rose shrugs, “It’s a choice.”

One they sound relieved not to have to make.

“How about you ladies?” The vet asks. “What sort do you fancy?”

Another chuckle, he’s used to that though, and the two turn to look over the bar as though to find a prime example. He’s not sure if he should be unsurprised or annoyed when they nod towards the captain, already swarmed over with girls and clearly struggling to hold a conversation around them with a couple of farmers. “That fella over there. Tall, bright eyes, strong muscles. I’d take him at no charge.”

Legend winces. No thanks. Not thinking about that.

The girls see and laugh, one nudging him. “Not your type, sweet pea?”

He shrugs. He doesn’t have a type and saying anything usually just makes trouble, but the girls laugh at him all the same, eyes glittering in a teasing way before they go back to talking.

It doesn’t take much longer to find out what the heroes need to know: monsters are becoming an issue in the woods on the east side of the village, the army has been too busy helping in the bigger towns to handle it, and it’s apparently making trades of all sort more difficult since no one who’s not incredibly stupid or incredibly brave is particularly keen on traveling around here.

That gathered, he thanks the girls, leaves them to their meal, and slides in next to Twilight to pass the information along.

The rancher listens to what he has to say, but there’s an odd smile playing about his face as he does so, and when Legend finishes, his brother nods, sips his ale and then asks, “Sweet pea?”

Violet eyes roll as he huffs. “I do possess some modicum of charm, rancher.”

“Sure you do,” Twilight chuckles. “My question is, is your husband okay with you weaponizing it like that?”

The smile in the rancher’s eyes, glinting dangerous and full of mirth, and combined with his words have the vet flushing near the same color as his tunic as he hisses his displeasure. “Warriors is not my husband and that was an act! To save your ass no less!”

Another smirk as the rancher glances over his shoulder. “Well, you might need a repeat performance, pretty boy over there is looking pretty swamped.”

And he is. Warriors is utterly and completely surrounded by females and looking more and more uncomfortable by the second as they caress and coo and push forwards until the captain is forced to stagger back and away from his conversation partners, who just watch and laugh. It’s disgusting to watch and while Legend would very much like to not ever don the role he’d accidentally created last time they were in this era, he’s very much inclined to march over there and tell all the girls to back up and scat. And Twilight knows, Twilight is watching and smiling with that gosh darned wolfish smile that says he knows he’s won this and-

“He’s not my husband, he’s my brother, same as you, and if you ever insinuate otherwise ever again, I will muzzle you, irregardless of your current form!” Legend hisses, and then hops off of his barstool and into the crowd, cheeks burning already.

Twilight snickers and settles back to watch the show.

Warriors, across the room, is not privy to the conversation his brothers have been having. It’s probably for the best, he’s quite out of his depth right now. Women have never been his area of expertise, despite what his brother’s might think, and the one thing he’d like more than anything right now is to just be able to disappear. Or run. The hands are more than a bit much and the very forward propositions that are dropped are making him very uncomfortable.

Saying anything is tricky, with all of them vying for his attention and talking over each other as they practically undress him with their eyes, which is a very odd and very unfavorable experience in his mind.

He’s not able to make out much of what’s being said at the moment, but he also has nowhere to go, back almost to the wall, and while they most certainly have the attention of the whole bar by now, no one is doing anything about the miniature mob of blushing beauties (and not so much beauties) that is verging on suffocating him. No literally, someone has a hold on his scarf and another girl is trying to snatch it from her and both are very successfully pulling it tighter around his throat and making breathing just the slightest bit difficult.

Oh golden gals, why him? Why not Sky? Why not Sky who finds it funny to mess with overly flirtatious females and play innocent and clueless before dropping adoring comments about his fiance and how much more amazing than anyone she is?

Honestly, the trick works like a charm, and he’s half debating right then and there to try it except-

Except he doesn’t have too, because a familiar form is pushing through the crowd, pink haired and not quite petite, but definitely struggling to get past. Warriors isn’t sure exactly how he manages to push through the girls around him to reach the vet in turn, but the moment his does, violet eyes catch his own with an apology all too clear in them before weathered hands catch the front of his tunic and a familiar expression appears on his brother’s face.

Oh.

Oh this is going to be one of those moments.

Oh crap.

“Link, what on earth is going on!” Yep, that’s The Voice the vet uses. “Who are all of these women?”

Warriors is not an actor. He is not a talented liar. He is, in fact, a very very bad liar and Wind makes sure to remind him of this whenever he can. He is an even worse actor, unfortunately.

In the past, it was easy, because in the past, when Legend pulls out this act, it’s on the vet to sell the thing and it’s the younger heroes: Wind and Four, who back him up. Warriors himself is a prop in these things. His only job is to stand there and let the others do what they have to. Look worried? Easy, he’s always worried about something. Look angry? Yeah, that wasn’t faked, someone trying to hurt his family and who stole something from one of his brothers’ graves is definitely going to make him upset. Honestly, the only reason he manages much of anything right now is because he very genuinely feels relief at Legend’s presence and the act that is a promise that the vet will get him out, no matter what the cost to their dignity.

He knows that from experience. He’s willing to sacrifice whatever dignity he has left, however, if it means escaping this nonsense.

“Darling, I didn’t know you’d be here.” Crap, back peddle, back peddle, that sounds really bad! That sounds like he did this on purpose and got caught and-

“I’m here visiting my father,” Legend responds, easy as you please, and nods over to Time who is watching with raised brows and starts just the slightest bit at the vet’s answer.

Oh crap. That’s a mistake. Pulling Time into this? Just kill him now, the only thing worse would be getting Twilight in on the act!

“I thought you were still out on a mission?”

Yes, yes, he is. “I am.” Excellent, brilliant, perfectly idiotic, Warriors! Pull yourself together and give Legend something to work with! “We’re here on assignment to look into the monster attacks in the rural areas. Why didn’t you tell me you’d be here? I would have made an effort to stop and see you and the kids.”

Okay, maybe not the worst thing in the world, some of the women around them have quieted down, although a few are still trying to compel him to turn away from the vet and focus on them instead. That, however, is a mistake.

A particularly loud shout has the vet’s face screwing up and the other shouting, in a voice that only very barely remains in character, “oh hush up, you hussy! Leave my husband be!”

O-kay then.

Legend has called him a couple of things in their little play acting nonsense escape methods. ‘My husband’ is a new one and also very, very odd to hear out of his brother’s mouth. Legend doesn’t seem all too comfortable with saying it either, hands tightening and knuckles white in the front of the captain’s tunic as he tries to maintain his composure.

“Your husband?” One of the women, he’s not sure which, there’s too many to track, laughs. “You wish. Captain Link isn’t married, everyone knows it! Go back to the streets where you belong you-” and he knows she’s going to say a particularly offensive word, and he knows Legend knows it too, so he interrupts then and there, hands slipping to rest on his brother’s waist in what he desperately hopes is a convincing portrayal of how a husband might hold his…. um… wife. “Who said I’m not married?”

He’s not, he’s never been married. He’s not sure if he’d ever want to be, all things considered, but he’s also never expressed that to the world in general and generally speaking, he tries to keep anything like that, about his personal life, quite to himself. The less people know about him beyond the uniform, the better.

“Come now,” one of the girls starts batting her lashes at him, “what would a lovely handsome thing like you be doing with a common street rat like this? You deserve better, Captain.”

That has him bristling. First of all, what’s wrong with being a street rat? Secondly, no one gets to insult Legend except him and Twilight, and even they only mean half of it. Most of the time.

“Excuse me?”

Fluttering fingers come to rest on his arm, gripping as the beauty before him all but forces him to meet her eyes, dark and lustful. “You could have your pick of any lady in the land, is what I’m saying. Why settle for someone like this? If you wanted an out, you didn’t have to accept this working girl, you could just as easily have chosen one of us.”

Oh.

Legend’s nose scrunches up in that way that makes Wind laugh and Warriors only very nearly avoids twitching a smile himself at the sight, even as Legend slips his hands out of his tunic to instead catch hold of his arm, the vet tucking himself against the captain’s side while scowling at the bold woman before them. “Excuse me?”

All softness leaves brown eyes as they drop to stare at the vet, lips curling in disgust. “You heard me, whore, buzz off.”

Long ears twitch and Warriors instinctively tightens the hold of the hand on the vet’s waist, fully prepared to throw the other arm around Legend’s front if need be to hold him back from the woman.

He’s seen cat fights, they aren’t pretty.

“I think you didn’t hear me,” Legend answers, sickly sweet and practically dripping rage, he can feel the tremor of the vet’s muscles under his hand as the other holds himself back, his only motion being to lift the hand not curled around the captain’s shoulder, flashing the rings he wears, “I’m his wife.”

“Those aren’t wedding rings,” the girl scoffs.

The vet lets go. Warriors lets him take the step closer to the girl, if only because he’s pulling off one ring and not all of them, so he’s not likely to actually try hitting her. On second thought, knowing Legend, he wouldn’t hit her, just chew her out. He forgets sometimes that the vet isn’t entirely like Mask.

One ring from the many is pulled off and shown, and he sees the moment the girl’s eyes widen, and of course he’s got to look and-

Golden Gals that is a genuine wedding ring, vet, what the crap?

Legend smirks, slipping said ring back over his finger and then all but plastering himself to Warriors’ side, which if it was literally anyone else would make his skin crawl, but knowing it’s his brother who’s watching his back makes it alright, for now.

“Genuine Castletown silver, darling. My Link wouldn’t hear of anything less for me.” The veteran purrs, settling back against the captain’s side as though he belongs there. “Then where’s his?” The girl squeaks. The hands have decreased, some of them getting the point, and most backing away when seeing a genuine ring and what they think to be a woman he’s actually accepting. Well, he is accepting the vet’s presence and closeness, but Legend is most certainly not a woman.

At least, he’s pretty sure the vet is a man, he’s never said anything to make them think otherwise.

“You think wearing a ring on the battlefield is a good idea?” Legend, quite hypocritically, points out. “That’s how he broke his first ring. He keeps it safer now when he’s on the field.”

The girl sputters for a moment, eyeing with no small amount of jealousy the non-existent space between the vet’s body and his own and fisting her hands in her skirts. “A good husband would keep his ring on him.”

“Are you implying that my Link isn’t a good husband?”

Vet, please- he wants to beg- stop calling me your husband.

The only one to claim the other as their spouse before was him. He’d agreed when someone had called Legend his wife and he’d gone with it. Other than that they’ve dropped ‘darling’, ‘dear’ and ‘my love’ or some such nonsensical terms of endearment and let other people fill in the gaps, but Legend straight up calling him ‘my husband’ has got to be the most insane thing that has happened to him.

Time knows it too. Time is watching with his one good eye, and while there’s laughter there, there’s also something that tells Warriors that Time knows he’s been bested, by Legend no less, in making the captain flustered and embarrassed; a beloved pastime of a particular mask wearing gremlin. Time used to track how long he could make him fluster and fumble because of some prank and Legend has most certainly beat that, without trying.

Although, to be fair, the vet’s quite flushed himself, and the hand in the back of the captain’s tunic says that his brother shares his wish to be anywhere but here right now, and to be doing nearly anything else.

Actually, probably anything else, point blank.

“I’m saying,” the girl hisses, “he’s not your husband. I saw you with those street girls, you’re just one of them pretending to be his wife so he’ll be forced to leave with you or else be embarrassed! You know he never tells ladies no, so you’re trying to use that to your advantage!”

Wrong choice of words, wrong choice! Oh crap, the vet is coiled like a spring, and while Warriors can’t bear to look down and meet his brother’s eyes right now, he knows violet is snapping indigo as shoulders roll back and the vet sucks in a breath.

“Firstly, I can talk to who I like. The working girls are very nice here and I don’t see a reason I can’t be friendly with them. Secondly, if you know he can’t tell a woman no, for fear of her starting a war on him, why, in the name of Hylia, are you forcing yourself on him? And thirdly,” and he’s not sure how Legend does it, but a quick hand darts beneath hs tunic for only a moment and while the captain wears no jewelry at all save his earrings, Legend’s hand comes out again holding a chain and ring, glistening, bright and silver, although simple, “Wedding ring,” the vet taunts.

“We should go,” one of the other girls whispers, catching the arm of her friend only to be pushed off by the seething temptress.

Legend smirks, dropping his hold on the jewelry (somehow, despite the fact that the captain isn’t wearing it, it doesn’t fall) and instead catching hold of his scarf and turning violet eyes up to him. The look the vet casts up at him is soft and sweet and gentle and most definitely fake, because he’s never seen Legend make a face like that unless he’s lying to someone.

“Come home with me? It’s getting late, and I don’t think her majesty will mind if you…” the vet’s fingers walk up his chest to bop his nose gently, a coy smile touching pinched features “relax for a little bit.”

Time, across the room, chokes on his mead.

Twilight is red in the face and swallowing laughter up at the bar, where two working girls watch the vet with bright smiles and semi-silent cheers.

He doesn’t want to know. Holy cow this is…

Oh Hylia save him!

He must be flushing, he knows he is. He doesn’t exactly know what to do or say, but he nods dumbly as Legend twines a hand into his scarf, watching him through lowered lashes and looking downright sinful in a way he never wants to see again for the rest of his life.

“Sounds good,” he manages to choke out.

The vet smirks, tossing his head and shooting a victorious grin at the now very disappointed girls around them before heading for the door, leading the captain by his scarf as Warriors staggers out after him. He might look love struck, he might look shell-shocked, he’s not sure, but he knows the moment they’re out the door Legend is dropping his scarf and running a hand through pink hair and looking near about to scream.

Mood honestly.

“Mom! Dad!” And there are the gremlins. All four younger heroes are grinning like gremlins at them, and Wind’s grin is the widest. Not that Four’s smile isn’t somewhat terrifying as well.

“You saw nothing,” Legend hisses, dragging a hand across his face.

Wild cocks a brow, already moving to say something, but the vet doesn’t give him a chance, once more catching the scarf and moving for their inn, leaving the younger heroes alone on the street to cackle and coo.

He’s sort of shocked Legend doesn’t close the door to their room in his face, but then again, there are other people in the inn. Still, the vet doesn’t look him in the face after they’ve gotten in the door, and instead chooses to settle on the end of one bed and stare into space as though the goddesses themselves are there to receive the weight of his disappointment in their choices, and the fate they have doomed him to.

Warriors has half a mind to join him. He doesn’t though, because he’d actually rather not look at the vet right now, because he’s not sure he can without absolutely burning up on the spot.

Not that the vet looks any better, red as he is.

And it only gets worse when the other heroes all flood in a short while later, all grinning and teasing and generally making everything worse.

To be fair, he has his own (rather large) amount of questions, everything from why Twilight passes along an apology for “talking about your man” from some lady named Rose, why Legend immediately springs on the rancher, why the vet actually has a wedding ring on his hand, how he’d been able to produce another one for the captain, and just generally the hows and whys of the whole situation, but it will be a very, very long time before he’s ready to ask them.

And thank Legend. Legend deserves some thanks for that performance.

And the embarrassment, He owes Legend big time for that.

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Once more: THIS IS NOT LINKCEST!!!!! Warriors and Legend are both paying parts and hate, with every fibre of their being, having to do so. the reason it goes as far as it does is because they need to be both convincing and escaping, so Legend does pull out all the stops (well, not all, but you get the idea)

No, by the next part (inspired by @cantankerouscanucks) Legend and Warriors still will not look at each other.

Also, Twilight is just being a brother. He's teasing the boys because he likes messing with them, not because he in any way thinks they actually like each other in that way. He's just trying to get a rise out of Legend. They are all brothers, there is no inter-chain romance here, I swear.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu warriors #lu legend #lu twilight #twilight is an ass sometimes #it comes with being a big brother #legend is done with the world in general #and twilight #warriors is thankful for the save but would rather it never happen again #legend and warriors are suffering immensely #NOT LINKSHIPPING!#ketto writes

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