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wutheringmights · 3 years

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I just read the newest chapter and I loved it! ♥ ♥ ♥ I was wondering if you had some hcs about the engineer that you could share?

Awww I'm glad you like it! I just spent 5 minutes trying to figure out what "HCS" meant before realizing I'm a tired idiot who can't read lol

But yeah! I got some headcanons for the engineer/Spirits I can share!

These headcanons are a mix of things I generally believe for any iteration of the Hero of Spirits and a few things exclusive to CTB. It's pretty obvious which are which.

Technically this is slight spoilers since most of this is not mentioned in-story, but Warriors is a such a self-centered asshole that I'm not sure when I can get him to explicitly ask about Spirit's backstory lol

This got super long and kind of just became me talking about Spirits's entire backstory, so enjoy:

Spirits is sixteen during the course of Spirit Tracks, mostly because that was the vibe I got from him when I first played the game (I made him younger for CTB)

He's not descendant from Wind (who I maintain disappeared instead of settling in New Hyrule); instead, he's Aryll's great grandson

His family name used to be Outset, but when everyone who originally immigrated from Outset island took on that last name, they changed it to Aryll to reflect the family matriarch

So Spirit's full name is Link Aryll, though there is a branch of his family that uses Macaryll instead

The Aryll/Macaryll family is huge; everyone has at least six aunts and uncles on all sides of the family and they can trace back how they are related to Aryll

"I'm Grandma Aryl's third son's second daughter's fifth child." -someone Spirits is related to, probably

He actually never met his great grandmother; she died before he was born.

Spirit's dad was full-blooded Lokomo while his mother was Hylian; his mother passed a few months after he was born after never truly recovering from childbirth while his father died in a fishing accident when he was eight

He went to live with an aunt and uncle who owned a general store; their relationship was polite at best. The aunt and uncle told Spirits upfront that they intended to give the store over to his cousin when he was older so Spirits needed to come up with his own life plan

Spirits didn't necessarily mind since he never wanted to work in a store for the rest of his life, but the ultimatum made it clear that they didn't care for him like a son

To this day, their relationship isn't strained and he doesn't hate them. But whenever they meet, he's overly polite; they're more acquaintances than family

He's cool with his cousin though. They have different interests so they aren't best friends, but they're okay.

Spirits also always had his spirit-sensing abilities. It's really like a sixth sense to him, as normal and automatic as seeing and hearing; he actually didn't realize this wasn't normal until he was a little older

His abilities at this point are limited to sensing vague ideas of a person's spirit (if they're light or dark, etc.), and seeing ghosts (which are really rare. You have to have a lot of power yourself to become one)

(Note: I'm not the only one who headcanons Spirits as having spirit sensing abilities; if you know who can up with the idea, please let me know so that I can tag/credit them!)

The elder of his village told him that select Lokomo had minor spirit sensing abilities, and those who did were traditionally made elders of their villages; being more of a follower than a leader, Spirits adamantly dismissed that idea and refused to be trained on how to hone his spirit senses. He also never learned any of the religion behind it

Which was a little worrisome since his abilities are way stronger than most

Besides, he's always liked trains and it's been his dream to travel around the kingdom as an engineer; being some town's elder would get in the way of that

Anyway, Spirits had to pass a written exam before being accepted as an apprentice engineer, so he's very studious and has a lot of drive (pun unintended?)

He went to live with his Uncle Niko during his apprenticeship in another town; Niko isn't related to him, but he's been a friend of the family for so long that everyone secretly thinks he's actually related to someone and they just forgot who

Niko is his real family, hands down. Those two are as thick as thieves and bring out the wild side in each other

A preteen Spirits used to think Niko was a little lame and kind of embarrassing, but now that he's older, he's all for Niko's weird old man-ness and has even picked up on some of his weird old man-ness himself

That being said, they're both disasters. Neither can clean or cook or do any kind of housekeeping and their shared house is cluttered with Niko's art projects and Spirit's half-finished tinkering

Growing up, Spirits had no idea he was related to the legendary Hero of Wind; Aryll died before he was born, but even in life she was filled with too much grief over her missing brother to discuss it often. Within the family, being related to the Hero of Wind is a rumor at best.

Of course, Niko knows but keeps it a secret from Spirits; once he got back from his LU-adventure, Wind told Niko about the curse of the Hero's Spirit. Then he went missing post-New Hyrule's founding, which really drove the terror of the curse home. Niko thought he could keep Wind's family from falling victim to it by not inadvertently encouraging them to follow in Wind's footsteps

So Niko kept it a secret

And obviously, that didn't work

Spirits' quest to save New Hyrule resulted in him realizing that he needed to embrace his Lokomo heritage and get a handle on his spirit powers; Anjean gave him a little training during his quest but afterwards he traveled around the kingdom to find as many people as he could with abilities like his

They were all really excited to teach him what they knew, especially the religious aspects of the abilities; Spirits is still not the most religious person, but he at least understands and embraces the cultural significance of what he is able to do

This is where he learned how to read a person's Spirit to get an idea of their life experiences and the kind of person they're like; he can also detect where a person is without having to put much effort into it

At Zelda's encouragement, he also got more sword training from the Castle Guard. She offered him a place among them, but he turned it down in favor of remaining an engineer. He still helps around as a swordsman when he can and will act as Zelda's body guard

Speaking of which, he and Zelda are 100% in love. Their relationship started out as puppy love but over the years as matured into a deep connection built on mutual respect

When he's working on designing new engines or parts for his trains, he occasionally brings his drafting materials to the castle gardens so that he can work alongside Zelda; sometimes she falls asleep leaning against his arm and he has to be careful not to shake her awake as he works

Whenever she need to go anywhere in the kingdom, she rides in his train and teasingly criticizes his conducting; he takes a lot of pride in his conducting, but he lets her get away with it since her critiques are objectively hilarious

He keeps a tiny pictograph of her taped to his dashboard

But there's a bit of a problem with their relationship, and it's that he doesn't know if he wants to be the prince consort or not. He does love her, but that would mean giving up being an engineer in favor of being stuck at the castle all of the time

Plus, he's doing great as an engineer; he's saving up to open his own garage that produces his own train designs

Eventually, he leaves for the War of Eras

His experiences with Warriors leaves him more sure than ever that he doesn't want to be the prince consort, resulting in him ending his relationship with Zelda shortly after he returns home

It hurts for a long time to be around her since all of his old feelings keep coming back, so he keeps his distance for a long time; it takes a few years for him to go back to hanging out with Zelda as friends

But now she's approaching marriage age, and he spends a lot of time when he's on body guard duty super jealous of these princes and ambassadors from foreign kingdoms who try to court her

But again, he knows he can't be in a relationship with her so he respectfully and silently pines over her (I'm just a sucker for pining, okay?)

Okay, more random headcanons that are a little less sad

Spirits likes super spicy food, but since he can't cook to save his own life, he just eats whatever he can get his hands on

He's super dirty all of the time, just the epitome of scrappy; there's always a smear of oil somewhere on his person

He actually really hates bathing and only keeps his curly hair in check to comply with train safety regulations

He's really polite and a little shy, but once he loosens up, he gets talkative and personable

He's also very contemplative; he likes conducting so much because he gets to spend long stretches of time alone with nothing but his thoughts

His trauma/stress response is to shut down; he goes quiet, loses energy, and sleeps for longer periods of time

He tends to gravitate towards socializing with people who are older than him, which gets him labeled as being no fun by his peers (despite having someone as cooky as Niko for a uncle)

Post-adventure, his best friend is Linebeck III. They're drinking buddies. Neither can really explain why they even like hanging out as much as they do

(I just like the idea of Linebeck accidentally getting attached to one kid and his whole bloodline getting forever tangled with Wind's; they're bros for multiple lifetimes)

Not only is Spirits good at designing and building new machinery, but he's great at tinkering; he can fix almost anything and will buy broken things on purpose just to have something to fix

No one really knows he's a hero; he doesn't like the attention and, at his request, Zelda did her best to keep his involvement with Malladus a secret

Because not many common people know about his adventure and records of New Hyrule are very rare, he's considered in Warrior's time to be a forgotten hero; some scholars believe that a Hero of Spirits may have once existed, but if he did, no one really knows who he was or what he did to serve the bloodline of Hylia

#god this got long but i hope you like reading them anon!#I just have a lot of thoughts about spirits #so many thoughts #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu #lu headcanon #lu spirits #loz st #legend of zelda #spirit tracks link #zelink #ask #anonymous #me rambling #lu ctb #loz

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silentprincess17 · 3 years

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A Proposal Gone Awry

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | AO3

Summary: Link has been touring the breadth and width of Hyrule to clear out the remaining monster camps, and soon enough, he reaches Zora’s Domain. Mipha asks him to wait before he heads back to the castle, which he was intending on doing... but some mischievous children may have other plans.

Part 4 (Final)

Mipha floated in the pool, the water cascading in gentle waves over her prone form.

It was the fifth time she had left her own private pools after a prolonged period of recovery. She waded her way through a sea of guilt, shame, mortification, longing, pining and despair. Heartbreak was a painful thing, and it was a shame her Grace couldn’t heal it. Still, her time in almost near seclusion had helped her to come to several key realisations, which she could freely admit after the initial torment and hurricane of emotions drifted into colder water.

Number 1: She realised how much she had fooled herself.

Really, she had never even talked to Link about her feelings, planning to use the armour as her segue on the topic. An armour given at an engagement! What had she been thinking? How had she deluded herself into it?

Number 2: The answer was that she was simply too scared. Too terrified to ever voice her affection for him. And it had all backfired so spectacularly. There were so many signs that she had, simply put, ignored. All the way from Link saving Zelda during their journey, to finding out who they really were: soulmates bound through all of time and fated to be together. Her cheeks coloured, from thinking of all of the ridiculous explanations she had made up in order to continue living in a fantasy she had constructed in her mind.

Number 3: All of this could have been avoided, if she had talked to him properly.

Still, it was too late to regret it now, but with hindsight, she should have done everything differently from the start. She could have saved herself so much pain. The only saving grace she had was that Link thankfully had no idea what was going on. She didn’t even want to consider what would have happened had he realised.

The flow of the water changed, and Mipha instinctively looked up, as Bazz walked in, holding a bloom of Blue Nightshades in his hands. Every day since she had returned from the castle, he came carrying a small bundle of flowers as an apology. He had noticed how reclusive she had become, and the blanket of sadness that covered her like waves covered the ocean. She had reassured him multiple times she wasn’t sad because of his little stunt, and he didn’t need to bring flowers, but the poor boy had taken it to heart.

He had even brought the whole gang over on the first day that she had left her rooms, each of them bearing a gift. Bazz himself had brought her purple hyacinths, which apparently “symbo-bolises forgive-ness”. Gaddison had polished her treasured Lightscale Trident, something which Mipha hadn’t held for over two months. It had felt so good to wield it in her hands again. Rivan had given her a hearty blue snail, whilst Sidon had given her a huge hug, and a pendant that had Vah Ruta engraved into it. She knew her father must have helped him, but she still appreciated the effort he had put in. Once she had hugged him, he had softly whispered in her ear that she was his Hero, and he wanted her to smile again, like this, and he had given her the best gift of all- his trademark smile and pose.

It had made her feel comforted and helped her realise that she had a family here. She had responsibilities. She couldn’t just hide away from the world because she didn’t have the courage to talk to the man she loved, and now he had been taken away.

She was Mipha, Princess of the Zora, a daughter, a sister, a warrior. Yes, Link had played a large part in her motivations. She had always wanted to protect him, ultimately. First by healing his wounds, then by fighting the lynel with him, to finally creating an armour containing a piece of herself. But what she had failed to realise then, and she understood now, was that it wasn’t just all for Link. It was for her Domain, for her people who she would eventually rule over.

After that fourth realisation, it became easier to ease herself out of her rooms. To slowly begin to partake in the council meetings. To swim in her home’s beautiful waterfalls. To allow herself to heal.

She smiled as Bazz shuffled closer, his sword still scrapping the floor with every other step. He held out the peonies he had gathered today, and this time pressed a letter into her hand. She raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t say anything, just shrugged. She flipped it open, and it was about an event at the Flight Range. She read, and reread the short brief,

To all the children in Hyrule,

I, the Great Revali, Champion of the Rito, will be offering free lessons in the all-important field of archery.

Should you want to participate, convince your parents/guardians to bring you this Saturday to the Flight Range.

Teenagers are welcome on the following day and for those who do not possess this basic knowledge, I mean Sunday.

Remember that if you do come, I will expect nothing less of excellence, or at least, the maximal effort to be demonstrated until you achieve said excellence.

Master Revali, Champion of the Rito

Well, she never would have guessed Revali liked children. Or indeed teaching. He… well, she wouldn’t say he was the most patient of the Champions. Still, it was good of him to do… probably. She wasn’t sure he would have many students left after the first session.

But why had Bazz given this to her….? She got her answer when she looked up to Bazz’s huge, silently pleading eyes. She sighed. The children had done a lot for her these past few months. It was the least she could do to supervise them on a short trip. It was highly likely Revali would scare them all away, if she was being honest, which would be the main reason she wouldn’t want to bring them. Still, if they wanted to go, then she would accompany them. It was only right she gave back a little of what they’ve given her.

She smiled as she heard Bazz screaming to the other three and lifted herself out of the pool. She was out of practise with her spear, and she was certain Revali would notice. Not that she cared for his crass comments, especially considering what she had gone through these past two months… but she was still competitive and just in case he asked her to practise like they once used to, she needed to make sure she wouldn’t fail within the first minute.

The children squabbled together on the swim to the Rito Village. They were excited for their first time out exploring Hyrule, and she had to remain vigilant if any one of them decided to pop up for air and sit on the bank to appreciate the views. Whilst she did understand how shockingly green the world must appear to them when compared to the Domain, there were still monsters around, and these children were all her responsibility.

Soon enough they arrived, threaded in amongst the throng of people present in the Flight Range. Revali was at the entrance, by a giant board of names. He held the chalk in his hands as he wrote down the name of each child at a specific time slot, before directing them towards the bonfire that was burning in order to stay warm. From what she could make out, around half of the slots were filled, with lessons starting at 1 pm. As this was the sign up session, no one had been assigned into classes yet. She assumed it would be dependent on the numbers that turned up today…

She made sure the children were organised in file row by age, with the eldest first, (Gaddison, Bazz, Rivan and Sidon) before she approached Revali.

He merely nodded at her, wrote down the four names and directed her in much the same way as everyone else. Well, she wasn’t expecting favouritism, but surely in light of their history he could- wait- actually… What did she want him to do? She had only had a few training sessions with Revali, and aside from the battles they had fought together, she had rarely interacted with him. He didn’t tend to stay for the informal sessions they had as Champions, and, as he rubbed a lot of their group the wrong way, she had never paid much attention as to why that was.

She only smiled, asked if he needed any help, “No thank you, Mipha. Just head to the bonfire.” And Mipha understood his curt dismissal. He looked stressed, and she wouldn’t want to exacerbate that.

After a couple of hours, it was the Zora children’s turn. All of them headed off towards the Flight Range, were given basic instructions in how a bow works by Revali, and a brief guide into using a paraglider as an emergency safety check. The main benefit of practising at the Flight Range was that even if they slipped, or lost control, the wind was so strong it would buffet them in the air until Revali himself would pick them up. Anyway, no one would be flying out unless they fell; the first lessons would take place on the deck whilst aiming at the target just across.

Mipha was not afraid of anything going wrong. She trusted Revali. Despite their differences, Revali would never let any of one of them down.

Gaddison did the best, she adapted well to the new weapon, a swallow bow, managing to hit the inner turquoise ring after five arrow shots, whilst Bazz came in second hitting it after eight. Rivan managed in twelve, and Sidon could only hit the outside ring. He was perhaps too small for this sort of venture. Mipha understood his need to participate though; she knew he really wanted to be accepted into Bazz’s brigade, and she wouldn’t stop him from trying to fit in.

Whilst the children were firing at the target, she came to stand by Revali. He was intently focussed, but she thought she could perhaps try to get him to relax a little.

“This is a really good thing you’re doing Revali… training the next generation of potential archers.”

He fixed his emerald eyes on her, funny, how she had never noticed the startling colour before, “Well thank you, Mipha. Not all of us are handed our legacies. I have to make my own.”

She paused… hesitated a little as she thought over what he meant. It was true: she had never realised but all of the other Champions were in positions of power. She was a Princess, Urbosa was Chief of the Gerudo, Daruk was Chief of the Gorons. Zelda was Princess of Hyrule, and Link was Captain of her Royal Guard team. Except for Revali. His only title was Champion… “Perhaps that is a good thing. Self-made legacies are the ones that people remember the most.” He didn’t reply, so she asked another question. “How did you come up with the idea of making the Flight Range a training centre?”

He wrapped both arms around his chest, which she read as a little defensive, “Teba. His son, Tulin, trains here. Well. I guess I should say, ‘will’ train here.” He shook his head, “Anyway, I also don’t want to be remembered solely by the Rito for having trained Rito warriors. I want this to be an endeavour that spans across Hyrule. Archery is just as, if not more, important than simple swordplay.”

Ah. There it was. She wisely chose not to say anything else on the matter, “It’s an admirable aim, Revali. And from the volume of people here… I’d say you are in a good position.”

He merely shrugged. “It’s only the first session, Mipha. It would be foolish to assume the same pattern for the future.” He hesitated, looked at her ornamental silver again, before his gaze flickered away onto the children. He cleared his throat, risked another glance at her, before speedily asking, “Why did you change your armour?”

She was about to respond to his initial statement actually, to reassure him that it would work, and that he was a Champion which would undoubtedly make people want their children to be taught by him, but he had caught her completely off-guard. “What do you mean?”

He jabbed a feather at her clasp. “That never used to be there.”

Oh Goddesses. How would she explain such a thing? How had he even noticed such a small difference? “Well, one of the scales needed to go. It happens sometimes.” There. That wasn’t a lie. Technically, the scale had to go, and it didn’t happen often obviously, but she wouldn’t have to explain the ins and outs.

He paused, just for a second, before continuing on, “Is it susceptible to attack?”

“Well, yes-”

He jutted in, “Would you like to train then? It’s important to maintain your defence. Especially with such a pronounced wound that anyone could take advantage of.”

She did not mention the wound was, in fact, sealed completely by the clasp. But she appreciated his offer. It had been so long since she had properly trained with a Champion. And… now actually, she could remember him doing the same thing at the ball. Had he spotted it from then? Had he wanted to ask if she was okay from then? Had he wanted to train… to help her better defend herself from then? She wasn’t sure why she found that surprising, but it felt good to know he cared. “Okay.”

“Monday evening… at the Domain, for your convenience?”

She nodded, and with that, it was the end of the children’s turn. She established what time, exactly, on Monday evening, and invited Revali to come over for dinner. He hadn’t had a chance to visit the Domain properly in all the chaos of the Calamity, but there was no such rush now.

Mipha had a giant pile of things to do, and she tried her best to do it all quickly. First, she dropped the children back to their home familial pools, reassuring their parents that everyone had been well behaved. Then she informed her father that she had invited Revali to dinner so preparations could be made in time. Finally, she visited her Divine Beast, Vah Ruta... She paused at the entrance, smoothing her hand across the door. Ruta was pleased to see her Champion back, and Mipha found herself falling back into her routine of caring: she gave Ruta good clean, and even ended up having a late-night bonding training session to attempt to prepare herself for Monday.

In all her haste to do it all, by the time she finally reached her pools, she was so tired she immediately blacked out.

It was only in the morning that she realised, for the first time that night, in the span of two months, she didn’t think of Link. Of her failed proposal. Of her shame and embarrassment at reading the whole situation so wrongly.

And she finally braved the courage to pull out the package that she hadn’t touched since that evening. She decided it was time to post it to Link. She wrote a short note about completing his armour set, and she didn’t mention anything else. By letting go of it, and subsequently of the feelings that were associated with it, Mipha finally felt lighter than she had for a long time.

She grabbed her Lightscale Trident, keen on getting some practise before Revali came. Who knows, maybe he could teach her some archery too. Whatever it was, she was keen to finally put her trident to some good use again. For the first time in two months, she had something to look forward to… a goal she could achieve.

Perhaps her proposal had gone awry… but it had given her a much needed wake up call.

She was more than a girl who loved a boy.

She was Mipha, Princess of the Zora, Champion of the Zora and of Vah Ruta, a warrior and healer that contributed to the destruction of the Calamity. She was Sidon’s hero, and it was time she lived up to it.

Mipha stepped forward, her Grace poised in her movements, bold, determined, and ready.

#a propsal gone awry #zelink #zelink fanfic #mipha #revali #miphvali #silent writes

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fatefulfaerie · 3 years

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Yearning (All I Want For Christmas Is You)

Day 3 of the 12 days of Christmas prompts orchestrated by @zelink-prompts

Incarnation: Twilight Princess post-Ganondorf

Zelda always loved the Hylia’s Day ball as a child. The joyous occasion was met with festive decorations that adorned the ballroom with hues of red and green. She remembered smiles and laughter, times with her mother and father that were now just melancholy memories.

Now, all grown up, her perspective inching further and further away from romanticizing the holiday that was really no different from any other day, she anticipated it with little excitement.

Her dress, which felt as if it were being tied securely around her very lungs, nearly breaking her ribs and flattering her chest a bit more than she was used to, was a dark green. It fell down to the floor elegantly and, since she was now Queen, showed more skin than perhaps the dress of a princess. The green velvet dress had sleeves that dangled off her shoulders and a heavy petticoat underneath that rounded out the skirt.

Zelda placed her hands on her hips as one last pull of the corset strings cemented her into a perfect figure. She was glad she could breathe, but in the mirror she couldn’t help but be worried about the amount of her breasts that could be seen. The entire kingdom knew that she hadn’t yet found a King Consort to measure up to her high standards, and thus every male had his gaze upon her.

And yet all she wanted for Hylia’s Day was the one man who gave her those expectations in the first place, who stole her heart and yet disappeared without even knowing. She supposed in this coming year, she should give up the hope of his return, give up the warmth of her feelings and marry the best suitor in line, to produce heirs and become just another Queen with just another arranged marriage.

“How does that feel, Your Majesty?”

Zelda had lost herself in her reflection, tipping her head, still mesmerized by the bottom of the dress and imagining it gliding across the floor as she danced with the man who saved her kingdom.

“Hm?” She hummed before registering the question in her mind, her head realigning to sit on her shoulders evenly. “Quite satisfactory. Thank you.”

“I take it you have quite a bit of suitors coming tonight,” the handmaiden commented as she carefully placed an ornate crown upon Zelda’s head.

“I do,” Zelda said, her fingers finicking with the skirt of her dress, a habit she had ever since she was a child.

“I guarantee they’ll fancy you in this dress,” the handmaiden continued as she made small, minute adjustments to Zelda’s updo, to Zelda’s makeup. “Is there a suitor whom you particularly fancy?”

Zelda thought upon her answer, staring at her sad blue eyes in the mirror.

“No,” she lied quietly. “Not yet.”

“Well, you never know what this day will bring,” the handmaiden said. “Hylia’s Day is a magical time.”

“Of course,” Zelda said with a small and forced smile.

“Is there anything else you need of me, Your Majesty?” The handmaiden said with a step back.

“No, thank you,” Zelda said as she turned away from the mirror, facing her handmaiden with elegantly clasped hands. “That will be all.”

The handmaiden bowed and departed to the servant’s quarters to enjoy her night off, Zelda wishing she could follow.

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She felt alone in a crowded room of dignitaries, of suitors, of court members and distinguished soldiers. Even when someone asked her to dance she felt alone, that dangerous hole in her heart eroding at her and telling her that with Link nowhere to be found, she would be pining for him until her dying days.

It took a couple hours until she could saunter to the outside balcony without being stopped by another suitor vying for her attention. Hands on the railing, she basked in the cool night air as she closed her eyes, reveling in her temporary freedom.

Her thoughts strayed to Link, as they often did, the last time she saw him becoming smaller against the horizon, the feelings she had that she never had the courage to voice. And, of course, the distance that came after that made her heart grow even fonder of this man of her dreams.

“Perhaps it is time to let you go,” she said to the open night sky. “Three months is a long time to be gone.” She laughed to herself. “You would probably think I’m crazy for my feelings. You were part of my life for such a short time and yet…”

She sighed, hanging her head.

“I just want you back.”

“Your Majesty?” She heard someone inquire somewhere in the ballroom.

“Not even five minutes to myself,” Zelda grumbled to herself, turning around to see not a suitor but one of her servants, carrying a tray with a folded note.

“Thank you,” Zelda said as she took it, the servant bowing and returning to other duties.

The Queen had no idea what matter could be so pressing for her to receive a correspondence during the Hylia’s Day ball, but she figured she would humor that distraction.

Meet me in the west courtyard at your earliest convenience. I assure you it will be safe, but I suggest you bring a guard nonetheless.

She tried not to hope that her mysterious correspondent was Link, but by the time she reached the courtyard, she was convinced it had to be. She didn’t bring a guard because of that. The swordsman who saved Hyrule surely would still be courageous in protecting its Queen.

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Her heart pounded in her chest as soon as she recognized his silhouette. There was no doubt it was him, Zelda having near-memorized the way he stood for her own dreams and fantasies.

Link had, however, positioned himself beyond the reach of the moonlight, standing deliberately in the shadows. Zelda steeled her excitement at the fact that he was alive when she saw his hesitation.

“Link?” She asked as she walked forward cautiously. She watched as he knelt almost immediately.

“I must apologize, Your Highness,” he said, his very voice making Zelda swoon, her cheeks blushing pink. “I no longer am of any use to you.”

“Link, what…” Zelda said with a step forward. “What are you talking about? Where have you been?”

His head remained bowed and his figure remained shrouded in shadow. Zelda’s concern grew by the second and yet at the same time, her relief that he was here was contradicting it.

“A distant village to the south heard of my battles in Hyrule,” Link said quietly and submissively, Zelda’s blue eyes already sinking at the sadness in his voice. “They travelled to Ordon to ask for my assistance defeating a monster that was terrorizing their village, killing innocent people. I left immediately, travelled back with them, and faced the monster. The battle was difficult. I was cocky, over-confident fighting a monster even though I had never seen anything like it. I defeated it eventually, but…not before the monster…robbed me…of my arm…cutting it clean off. These past couple months have been a great deal of recovery, but I’ve also been avoiding facing you, telling you that…you can no longer depend on me to be the hero. I am deeply sorry, Your Highness. I come to you ashamed that someone you depend on for the safety of your Kingdom has betrayed you in such a way, is now so…useless…”

Zelda had shed tears but she didn’t care to wipe them, rushing forward and kneeling in front of him.

“Link,” she said, placing a hand on either of his shoulders. “You aren’t just a soldier to me. That is not all you are worth. Hey! Look at me!”

His blue eyes seemed scared to meet hers until they finally did, Link taking a shaky breath.

“I am so glad you are okay,” Zelda said before insisting. “You. Not your ability to fight. You are worth so much more to me.”

“Yeah right,” Link figuring she was just saying that to be nice.

Zelda was almost angry at his lack of self-worth, for brow furrowing before she captured his lips with his, so suddenly that he didn’t even know it was coming.

Link pushed her off as soon as he could, searching her for why a person of her status would do such a thing, whether or not this was one of his dreams where she actually likes him back. Zelda placed a hand on his cheek.

“I love you for who you are,” Zelda said. “Not what you did or used to be able to do for Hyrule. I don’t love the chosen hero, I love Link. I love you…and I’m so relieved that you are back.”

Link still look absolutely shocked, Zelda worrying he didn’t return her feelings before he surged forward much like she had, only this kiss continued as they pleased.

“I love you, too,” he whispered against her lips. “From the very second I met you, I knew the meaning of love. I’m not sure how that’s possible but…it’s true.”

Zelda couldn’t help but smile.

“I feel the same.” She said, their foreheads touching. “All I wanted for Hylia’s Day was you.”

Link chuckled.

“I didn’t plan to come back on the day of the ball,” Link said. “But you look as beautiful as I remember, even more so in that dress. In the moonlight you look like Hylia herself.”

“Pale and ghostlike?” Zelda jived.

“Transcendently gorgeous,” Link corrected.

Zelda chuckled.

“You know,” she said standing up, backing away, and excitedly positioning her arms, ready to dance. “I’ve danced with every one of my suitors except you.”

“As much as I’d like to be,” Link said, standing up and stepping into the moon light. He was just as charmingly handsome as Zelda remembered. “I’m not one of your suitors.”

“Oh?” Zelda asked as they stepped into each other, Zelda taking his hand with hers and placing her other hand on his armless shoulder. “And why is that?”

“There must be some rule,” Link argued softly, the two starting to waltz in circles.

“Rules can be changed,” Zelda said. “Remember you are dancing with a Queen.”

Link froze immediately.

“I…I-I am?”

He looked absolutely panicked.

“You didn’t know that?” Zelda asked with a smile.

“I…I don’t know, I…” Link looked for more words. “I don’t know I guess I didn’t even think you would…I-I mean of course you would rise to Queen, I…”

Zelda giggled, and her smile accentuated by the moonlight made Link’s blush.

“I supposed I should have assumed,” he said, prompting her to continue dancing in circles.

“Are you,” Link cleared his throat. “A-already in line to marry someone then? Because if I’m getting in the way of that, I really don’t need to stick around. I just want you to be happy.”

“Link,” Zelda said with shakes of her head an an elegant smile. She kissed him again. “You make me happy. Happier than I’ve ever felt. You. No one else. Those other suitors never had a chance with you in my heart. I never chose any of them.”

Link chuckled nervously.

“Good, that’s…that’s good,” Link said before laughing again, a sound much more hearty and warm, his eyes locked in hers. “I’m happy, too”

#zelink #zelda #link #twilight princess #tloz #the legend of zelda #twelve days of christmas #yearning #all I want for christmas is you

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rainbowwing251 · 3 years

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Got some headcanons for Link(not young or toon)and Zelda?

I know I shouldn’t assume anything, but I’m going to guess that you are asking for headcanons for BOTW Link and ALTTP/ALBW Zelda (The Zelda in Ultimate is a combination of her design from ALTTP and ALBW. I didn’t know that until I did research on her for these headcanons). If you wanted headcanons for a different incarnation of Link or Zelda, let me know.

This may be outrageous, but I haven’t played BOTW. I haven’t played ALTTP or ALBW either, but I’ve thought about playing the former on my Switch.

Be warned, there may be spoilers for Breath of the Wild and A Link Between Worlds. If you haven’t beaten these games, you might not want to read these headcanons.

Link’s history with tickling is a bit... strange. He didn’t mind it when he was a kid (he actually kind of liked it, but he didn’t want to admit to it), but as he grew up and fought in the Second Great Calamity, he grew distant from it. He still got tickled from time to time by Zelda the other Champions (especially Mipha and Revali), but he would display discomfort every time they tickled him. He also stopped tickling others, which was especially saddening for Mipha, since he used to get into tickle fights with her.

Upon awakening in the Shrine of Resurrection 100 years later, Link was unable to recall these events. He had forgotten what tickling was, and even if he somehow knew of it, he had lost everyone who had ever tickled him in the past, with the exception of Zelda. Therefore, he couldn’t ask anyone that he knew in the past to tickle him again and see if he was still ticklish after a whole century.

Luckily, Link managed to gain two new lers as he explored the ruins of Hyrule: Sidon and Yunobo. Thanks to these two (along with Zelda), he rediscovers tickling, and he ends up liking it a bit more than he did 100 years ago. He even regained a few memories of the Champions ganging up on him after he got gained up on by Sidon, Yunobo, and Zelda enough times.

Eventually, he gained the courage to fight back and tickle those three. He can’t tickle Yunobo or Sidon for too long, since they are capable of fighting back against him, but he can tickle Zelda for a while before she gets revenge.

Long story short, Link was a lee-leaning switch until the Second Great Calamity, when he stopped enjoying it all together. When he reawakened 100 years later, he was neutral towards tickling at first, but he eventually became a true switch.

I think that all of the incarnations of Link are ticklish, but they are not on the same level of ticklishness as one another (they are also not on the same part of the lee-ler spectrum as one another). For BOTW Link, I think that he would be the second most ticklish incarnation. Toon Link takes the number one spot.

His worst spots are his ears, his knees, his sides, and his ribs. When they were alive, each of the Champions would target one of these specific spots. Revali targeted his ears, Daruk targeted his knees, Urbosa targeted his ribs, and Mipha targeted his sides. Zelda doesn’t target a specific spot when she tickles Link, but she tends to target his worst spots if she can’t get a laugh out of him for whatever reason.

He’ll fight back against you while you are tickling him, but this is only due to his defensive instincts. In reality, he doesn’t want you to stop tickling him (unless he doesn’t know you, which in that case, he will try to stop you). Every time he gets tickled, he’s reminded of just how touch-starved he actually is (though he doesn’t know why he is so touch-starved to begin with), and he ends up lying there on the ground, accepting his fate. He doesn’t understand the reasoning behind this, but tickling brings him joy, a feeling that he hasn’t felt since he last got gang tickled by the Champions (though he doesn’t remember this).

Tickling is one of the few things that can get him to say something to you. However, if you are expecting him to talk his head off while he is laughing his head off, you’re out of luck. He won’t say much of anything while you are tickling him, not because he’s laughing too hard, but because of his decision to remain silent (or at least, as silent as he can be). The only time that he will say anything that is more than one or two words in length is if he needs a break from the tickling.

Despite how happy he gets when someone tickles him, Link will occasionally feel sad once it’s all over. Why is that? Well, the sadness isn’t being caused by his desire to be tickled a little bit more (though that can be the case on some occasions). It’s an even sadder reason, and I briefly mentioned it towards the beginning of this post. Tickling can cause him to recall the long lost memories he had of the Champions and how they would tickle him silly every time they got a break from fighting the Calamity. If this happens to him, you shouldn’t try to tickle him more. He will get mad at you if you do that.

I’ve likely made this obvious, but in case you want to know who Link’s lers are in his world, they are Zelda, Daruk, Revali, Mipha, and Urbosa. Since the last four were killed in the Great Calamity, he only had Zelda when he reawakened at the Shrine of Resurrection. As he traveled across the ruins of Hyrule, he would eventually get two new lers in the form of Sidon and Yunobo.

In Smash Bros., he is the target of Zelda, Sheik, Young Link, Toon Link, Pit, and on some occasions, Dark Pit.

He may not show it in his face, but the amount of joy that Link feels when he is the ler is about the same as the amount of joy that he gets from being the lee.

When the Champions were still alive, he would tickle Mipha and Zelda as many times as he could prior to the Second Great Calamity. He was afraid of going after Urbosa and Revali, thinking that they would get pissed at him for trying to touch them without their consent. He was also afraid of going after Daruk, but only because he would tickle him back, and it would be 10x worse than all of the tickling that Link had done to him.

As the battle against Calamity Ganon raged on, he slowly forgot about tickling. Therefore, he had forgotten all of the techniques that could reduce his lee to a giggling mess. 100 years later, he had lost all of his memories, and he couldn’t remember what tickling even was anymore.

Upon learning about it again, he would eventually become curious enough to try and tickle someone. At first, he was rather confused about the whole idea, and he accidentally hurt Zelda when he tried to tickle her for the first time. However, as time went on, he got more experience with being a ler, and his skills became comparable to Mipha’s skills (Mipha was an expert tickler prior to the Second Great Calamity).

Before the Second Great Calamity (and during the early days of the battle), Link would tease those who became victims of his tickle attacks, especially Zelda and Mipha. Unfortunately, he stopped doing this as the Second Great Calamity got worse.

100 years later, and he still doesn’t tease his lees, unless they have formed a deep bond with him, and even then, there is a 99% chance that he won’t tease them. If you are lucky (or unlucky) enough to hear his teases, you will hear playful bantering. If you are trying to fight him back, or if you just had the tables turned on you, then the chances of him teasing you like this will go up.

As I mentioned before, Link’s main lees are Zelda and Mipha (when she was still alive). He’s also targeted Sidon a couple of times, but he doesn’t go after him often. Sidon always gets revenge on him, and just like Daruk 100 years ago, his tickling is 10x worse for Link than it was for him.

In Smash, his main targets are Zelda, Young Link, Toon Link, Pit, Dark Pit, and Shulk. If he’s feeling brave enough, he might go after Cloud as well (though Cloud will get revenge on him every time he tickles him).

That took a lot of time to do, but the Link headcanons are finally done! Now it’s time for Zelda!

Since the Zelda in Smash has a design that is based on two of her incarnations, I’m don’t know if she would have gone through the events of ALTTP, ALBW, or both. I don’t know how the Zelda timeline works, but I’m going to assume that ALTTP Zelda and ALBW Zelda are two different Zeldas. Considering who voices her in Smash (Ayumi Fujimura, who voiced the Zelda that appears in ALBW), I’m going to say that this Zelda has been though the events of ALBW, but not the events of ALTTP. This will be important later. Do note that this incarnation of Zelda is not the same incarnation as the one that appears in ALBW.

Just like Link, each incarnation of Zelda has a different level of ticklishness, and they all fall on a different portion of the lee-ler spectrum. For this incarnation of Zelda, she is a lee-leaning switch, and she would be the third most ticklish incarnation. ALBW Zelda would be number one, and Tetra would be number two (though she doesn’t like it when people tickle her).

She’s a bit of a squirmer when she’s being tickled, but she doesn’t fight back 99% of time. She loves to be tickled!

Her love for tickling might be a result of loneliness. She rules Hyrule all by herself, and other than Link, Impa, and the guards at Hyrule Castle, she’s barely in the presence of another person (she’s too embarassed to discuss this with anyone in her world). Therefore, she is somewhat touch-starved, much like BOTW Link is.

Her laugh is straight up heart-melting. It is super light (likely due to shyness), is 90% giggles, and might include a squeal if you get her worst spots.

Speaking of her worst spots, her worst spots are the back of her ears, her hips, and her stomach. Tickling her on her stomach may result in her falling to her knees and folding over herself while she slowly falls into hysterics. Make sure that there isn’t anything in front of her, because she might end up falling onto it. If you go for the back of her ears, she won’t fall into uncontrollable laughter, but she will fall into a fit of giggles.

Her greatest weakness is raspberries. She will squeal if you blow a raspberry on the back of her ears or her stomach.

If you are going to tickle her, she might not like it if you hold her down. She was stuck in a painting for quite some time before Link could free her, so she feels a little nervous about being held down by anyone, even if they are just trying to tickle her. If you want to hold her down, you should ask her if she would be okay with it.

The only ler she has in her world is her version of Link. In Smash, she gets a ton of new lers: Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Palutena, and BOTW Link.

Remember how I said that Zelda will not fight back 99% of the time? Well, you better hope that luck is on your side. If that 1% chance ever happens, you will learn just how devastating Zelda can be as a ler.

Her divine wisdom grants her the ability to identify a person’s weaknesses with an ungodly amount of precision, and she will use that information to her advantage. If she discovers a weakness, she will quickly exploit it. Once she is done, she will not forget about it for a very long time.

She does have a preferred method of tickling, and it is light tickling. She loves to use this against ALBW Link and BOTW Link, since they are both weak to light tickles on or behind their ears. She’ll also trace random patterns onto her lee’s skin.

To make matters worse for her lees, she will laugh along with them while she wreaks them with tickles. It doesn’t matter how contagious your laughter is, she will start laughing along with you a few seconds after you start laughing.

She is a very teasy ler, and she will use nearly every type of teasing, switching between them at random points in time (unless you show a sign of weakness towards a specific type of teasing, which in that case, she will stick with that form of teasing).

She even has the audacity to put on an innocent smile while she tickles someone. She’ll act as if what she’s doing is being done on accident, and her smile will not fade away until she is finished (or until you turn the tables on her).

Much like the list of lers from her world, Zelda’s only lee from her world is ALBW Link. In Smash, she’s targets nearly everyone, but her main lees are BOTW Link, all of the younger fighters in Smash, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, and Palutena (does this count as a tickle fight between gods, given how Zelda is a mortal incarnation of Hylia?).

God, this headcanon list was hard to do (especially the part with BOTW Link), but it’s now done!

Why did this take so long? Well, procrastination sucks. It really sucks. Don’t be like me (if you can help it).

#tickling #the colorful words of the color gray #tickle tour #I need to think of a tag for the legend of zelda #in other news #I fucking hate procrastination #and my somewhat shitty mental health status

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ashleyswrittenwords · 4 years

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How to be a Queen [Part 24]

Summary: Princess Zelda is at a loss. Her handed royal responsibilities have begun to weigh heavily on her and she is eventually backed into a corner. Live a life she loathes or run away from everything she’s ever known? Navigating life is hard, and Link forces her to learn that she doesn’t have to do it alone.

Part 1

How To Be A Queen

Hyrule flooded the day Nathaniel Nohansen III died.

It had rained for three days. Castle Town had closed its shops and barely no one walked the streets. The storms were so harsh that it was hardly a premonition when they told me he was deteriorating quickly. I found him in his bed as he had been for months. Soft cries of my father filled the silence as he knelt at the bedside and grasped a limp hand in his own. Guilt twisted deep in my stomach when tears didn’t come.

“I’m so sorry, Nate,” Father sobbed. The words hardly intelligible. “I’m sorry.”

For months I had mourned for this moment. When he stopped responding to questions almost two weeks ago, my heart knew that this journey would have a finite end. In the very least, my father had some time to step out from his veil of ignorance before now.

Gods. No matter how much I tried to will myself to cry, I couldn’t.

I hadn’t thought about death so much in my life. When before it was a quiet promise of my youthful failures, now it was staring me down at every corner. These coming days, I thought of it as a fear that had become a flirtatious caller. War walked hand-in-hand with death. They were synonymous actions I had come to expect; violence paired with the spilling of blood.

Presently, it came to me as an eerily familiar vessel of a man I adored, sleeping forever. It was as if a trickster had carefully sculpted a copy of my uncle from wax and stole the real one away. There was no grave injury or pooling blood, just the deep feeling that something was horribly wrong. The blood in my veins ran cold and suddenly I could hardly bear to so much as glance at it – that wasn’t my uncle. Never had been after his eyes no longer smiled and his casual flirting with his nurse ceased.

Numbly, I pulled my hand from Father’s shoulder. His cries subdued to soft sniffling pleas for his older brother to wake up. I softly pried him away, but he didn’t give much resistance in the first place. As we walked away, I barely heard Father’s voice.

“I love you. So much.”

The body wouldn’t speak back because its wrinkles were far too sunken and its hands far too still. The silence behind us as we walked towards the door was deafening.

“I love you too,” I said, but his words weren’t for me.

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“Your Majesty,” a servant said, breaking me from a far-off stare. “The coroner mentioned that the ground was too soft to bury General Nohansen this week.”

Cold hands. Cold eyes.

Impa cut through, stepping between my desk and the man with a series of hushed mentions that made the servant satisfied enough to leave. Lightning struck in the distance and lit up the study through the uncovered window. Soberly, she turned to me with a white swinging braid.

“Allow me to handle the funeral.”

I went to shake my head. “I feel like I should do it myself.”

Her eyes pried into me, making me meet them no matter how badly I didn’t want to. Impa stood with square shoulders, appearing so tall even when she barely reached my shoulder. Then, she softened with folded hands before her. I knew what she was insinuating: I sounded like my father.

A chill slithered up my spine. It caused me to fold and fear engaged me.

“What else am I to do?” I pleaded. The careful guard I had unknowingly constructed was being chipped away by intrusive thoughts. For the remaining years of my life, there will never be a grin as toothy as his. My arms will never be swept up in such a warm embrace for as long as my heart is still beating. No laugh was as baritone as his once was; capable of escaping even the thickest walls.

Nothing, nothing, nothing could compete with the man who died without meaning.

Suddenly, my cheeks were wet and my bottom lip trembled unrelentingly. I stared up at the rafters, hoping the sniffling would subside as I cursed aloud, “I can’t even give him solid ground to rest under.”

“Listen to me,” Impa whispered, pulling me into her bosom. “Listen to me, child. He is with the goddesses.”

She repeated it like a mantra.

“I hate this,” I withered and folded into her arms. “I hate feeling so weak.”

The tears were bitter now, stinging me with their presence and making my throat burn with abandon. I was the Queen.

Legally, I thought to myself, I had all claim to everything around me. I knew that my predecessors had wielded their power to dominate entire kingdoms from the peaks of the northern mountains to the shores of the south. They had brought about bloodshed and dominion to people for reasons as little as wanting to feel the warmth of their burning villages. Only two generations before me had sent their dissenting opposition to the gallows.

So, why was it that I felt so powerless?

“Do you know why the goddess Hylia descended?” Impa hushed. “Why did She leave the comfort of the heavens?”

I tamed myself to calm, though my voice was still odd and gravelly. “Because she loved a man.”

A maternal hand patted my head and she spoke through a smile.

“No,” she started. “No, because She loved the people created by Her hand. When She heard of the dangers coming from the underworld and how a king born of shadows was laying claim to land Hylia’s sisters had left Her, She had a choice.”

Impa sat back on the floor, taking my hand in hers like how she did when she recalled to me old myths before bedtime. I swallowed and waited for her to continue.

“Hylia could stay in paradise and allow the world to be buried,” she said, framing the choices as if she didn’t know how it would end. “Or She could descend and give Her people a fighting chance – no matter how slim it was. What do you think She chose, Zelda?”

“She chose to fight.”

“Very good.”

She procured a handkerchief from her breast pocket and allowed me to dry my cheeks.

“So,” Impa drew me in again after a couple minutes. “As we know, the goddess spent years on the Surface fighting off the darkness. She rallied Her people to find hope in the darkness and for that, they revered her only more so. For years, some say decades, Hylia lived among mortals and learned their ways. In Her time, She found that gods do not experience existence the same as humanity does.

“When the mortals experienced disappointment, their eyes grew watery. With fatigue, they grew sluggish and weary – sometimes lashing out at loved ones. When they accomplished success in battle, broad expressions crossed their faces,” she mirrored my small smile, “and oftentimes they laughed. They say Hylia enjoyed seeing that emotion the most.

“Eventually She found herself partaking in these feelings and paralleling those expressions She had once considered redundant. Her love for these mortals had only increased since She descended. However, their battles were hard-fought and even with Her light, they had only been able to maintain their ground. That is, until one day the spirit of Her holy sword told Her another was worthy enough to wield it. His name is lost to time, but the books say he was a valiant solider. In him, Hylia found a partner; the ability to feel another triviality that suddenly wasn’t so trivial.”

Impa’s smile was sad and she grasped my hands tightly in hers. “That was when She learned to love a mortal man. You and I know how this ends.”

“He dies,” I answer for her with a thick voice.

“And when he dies, She is taught that there is danger in love’s beauty. Born from his death was grief, an emotion so strong the goddess feels She will die. Hylia, the goddess of light and mother to all, realizes that the mortals around Her had been experiencing this for all Her years on the Surface. In that, She grieves more because how could She be so blind to this pain?”

I had let myself slack again the back of my chair and stared at the embroidery of my skirt. When she stopped talking, I thought aloud. “Was it worth it?”

“We are alive today because of it. I think Hylia knew that even though it would be centuries, She would see him again after life settled and after Demise was properly sealed. Similar to when we will see our loved ones when we pass on, however I do pray that we have many more years before that day,” she allowed a light chuckle.

“Yes,” I laughed with a small sniffle, “I think Uncle will be very cross if I follow him too early.”

“Now then,” she pulled me from my chair and walked me to the door. “Let’s get you to your room. You deserve rest after today and the weather is perfect to lull you asleep. When you wake, we’ll have your favorite tea and cake.”

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“It will be an uphill battle,” Whitehurst sniffed, reading through a copy of the report sent from.

It had been a week since Uncle died and I hated the feeling of wasting time. Finally sitting with a couple advisors with a fresh stack of news felt worlds away from where I once was.

I agreed with Admiral Whitehurst, combing over the words once more. The rebels had declared the Gerudo capital as their own and announced that the aristocracy have been puppets to topple the purity of Gerudo traditions. The handwriting was distracting, but I ignored the repeated leaps in my chest and thumbed the unopened letter in my lap.

“They call us heretics of the true gods,” I rose from my propped hand with a sigh. “And then attempt another strike on our food supplies meant for starving infants. Urbosa, am I misunderstanding?”

She breathed in and rubbed the soreness in her neck. “It seems to me that from their threats to Link that they don’t consider us their people and would prefer dead children whose parents refuse their preaching.”

Whitehurst was still wary of the aristocrat and peered from across the table. “Who are their gods? Do they reject our goddess?”

“Partially,” she said. “They ascribe to the ancient three. Whereas we see Hylia as being the guardian goddess left to protect their creation, they see her as a usurper – ironically.

“Traditional creation story dictates that Hylia took advantage of the original three’s absence and bore Hylians as her minions to take over the world. The guardians of the sand fought back, baring a people that would be called Gerudo. A champion rose among them and found the Triforce. He used that power to save his people. That’s what I was told as a child.”

The Admiral wrinkled his nose. “How dubious.”

“It’s fragmented across villages. Most Gerudo in the capital worship money more than religion,” she shrugged, barely taking mind in the man. “Allow us to remember that this was a tactic in the early wars to turn people away from Hylian culture.”

Whitehurst nodded, somewhat perturbed. “What does Her Majesty call for?”

I hummed in thought. There were twenty causalities in the one hundred that accompanied the supplies. Out of those casualties were two deaths.

“It seems like the plan to send reinforcements along with reserves was the go-to,” I asserted. “I would like to refer to you to increase the amount of food three-fold. Impa believes levying taxes with grain farming territories would motivate morale.”

The Admiral stood with a stack of papers and nodded, “I’ll draw up the order.”

The letter burned a hole through my skirts and I couldn’t help looking down. The report was addressed to my full title, but between the pages of reports was a smaller envelope that simply read: Zelda.

“Riju has sent her regards to you. She says she is saddened to hear of Nathaniel’s passing. I would let you read it, but she has difficulties writing in Hylian,” Urbosa said, folding up the paper with Riju’s signature on it and setting it aside. “Truly, Zelda, let me know if you need me in any way.”

“You say that as if you haven’t comforted me for several nights already,” I smiled, negating her.

“My people grieve as a community. The commonplace of isolating oneself is considered unhealthy, while here it is almost expected.”

The way she crossed her legs billowed her Hylian skirts out as if she were wearing a Gerudo sirwal. I could tell it made Admiral Whitehurst uncomfortable earlier and the thought made me laugh.

“You aren’t wrong. If we weren’t in the middle of war, the court would have expected a three-month mourning period from me,” I only shrugged off the notion, tidying up my papers and setting Link’s letter on top. “I simply cannot afford it right now.”

Especially when the rebels were proving to be more organized than we thought. Encampments were appearing in the East Barrens with foreign flags. Not long after they were discovered the heads of three Hylian spies were found not far from the road leading into Gerudo Town. As of now, we had no way of telling if their strength or numbers.

The woman nodded. “And you have other distractions.”

“I,” I paused, momentarily bewildered by her expression. “I beg your pardon?”

“Distractions, my dove,” she laughed, lifting a hand to lazily gesture at what was before me.

Warmth bloomed on my face as I snatched the letter from her prying eyes. Urbosa only laughed heartily, “I cannot help but recognize that that hand matches the one who scrawled your reports.”

She let my embarrassment fester a moment longer. “Oh, don’t worry,” she leered. “I never said it wasn’t a good distraction.”

“Urbosa. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but this is not a regular occurrence.”

“Everyone has a right to hold secrets.”

“This isn’t a secret!” I bristled with wide eyes. “It’s a personal correspondence.”

Understanding was on her face but amusement danced in her eyes, a light I was all too accustomed to. “I see, with a man you had a short ‘engagement’ with before he left for war.”

“Engagement,” I blanched, “Engagement?! There was no engagement about that night, I’ve told you the extent of it!”

“Ah,” she closed her eyes, reminiscing. “I remember the first Hylian who followed me around like a dog. I was about Riju’s age – maybe a little older – when we snuck into the stables and she-”

The door to my office opened and a servant slipped through. He cleared his throat, “Announcing the esteemed Rito-”

“No, no, no,” a demanding voice cut through and in the doorway came a face Zelda hadn’t seen in many months. “We’ve rehearsed this,” the midnight blue Rito chastised, “The esteemed Ambassador. Yes, that is who I am. My title. Ordained by your King. It really, truly isn’t that hard.”

He carried on in subdued whispers while the poor man stood awkwardly by the doorway.

“Revali,” I called out. Then again when he was too engrossed in his discussion. “Why are you accosting my squire?”

“Accosting?” he primed, finally pulled away. The man scuttled back through the doorway and quietly shut it behind him. “Zelda – first of all, I will take the liberty of saying hello first – I’m not sure whether it has always been this way or if it’s the product of your reign, but these butlers of yours aren’t acknowledging my status and frankly? I’m shocked and perhaps a little appalled at the sight.”

“She is your sovereign and you will regard him as such,” Urbosa asserted, her tone commanding with an earthy undertone that took up the room.

Revali puffed out his chest, looking between her and I with admonishment.

I cleared my throat, “If you’ve just arrived, perhaps you’re exhausted. I can lead you to a room. I would have met you at the door, but we were expecting you tomorrow.”

“No, no, your Royal Majesty,” the Rito seethed, staring at Urbosa as he bowed with sweeping wings.

Some things, or Ritos rather, never changed. Revali had been the Rito ambassador at Hyrule castle for about three years now. Unlike other ambassadors, he preferred his home outside of Rito Village over staying at the castle full-time. However, Father had always kept that group at arm’s length, so it suited both parties up until now.

I was familiar with him and his disposition with the short interactions we’ve had. He was the son of wealthy traders and had no problem entering the realm of politics. The Rito people were bold, some would classify their pride as arrogance; those that did hadn’t met Revali.

He nodded my way as he pulled out a seat next to Urbosa. “May I?”

Neither of us could speak before he sat down leisurely.

“I see there have been many changes since I’ve graced these halls,” he said, touching the tips of his fingers together and took full advantage of the chair’s seat. “Yet I haven’t a signal update from the Crown!”

“I have sent reports of our decisions to Chief Kaneli when he sent his official recognition that I was Queen.”

Dramatics abound, he turned to Urbosa. “Is it not my job to relay these matters to my leader? Regale to me, my Queen, how I am to perform my duty.”

“I have seen nothing from you until I called for your presence last week, Ambassador Revali,” I straightened and sent him a pointed look. “And I’m willing to take much from you because I value our connection, but do not think for a second that I will willingly take commands from you. I am not my father and will not entertain your abuses because unlike him, they do not amuse me whatsoever.”

His beak fell open, but no words came out. This time he didn’t bear a glance at Urbosa, whose smug look made me stifle a grin. I didn’t get that tone from thin air. The gap of silence was the longest I had ever heard in the vicinity of this man.

Revali coughed into his fist and awkwardly shifted in his seat. “I see that my words have been misconstrued. I did not mean offense.”

“I accept your apology.”

“Yes, well, to lead into my concerns – which are very justified, mind you – my deepest condolences for the loss of General Nohansen. Even our great airmen are deeply saddened,” he bowed his head, a pivot from the dominant air of before.

I offered a subdued smile.

“And your replacement doesn’t seem awful, but I hadn’t heard that you were looking to fill the position so soon.”

Urbosa tilted her head. “We are in a war. I’m not sure if you heard about my people being persecuted.”

“Yes, yes, yes. Of course I have heard of the mad man. Gerudo women are already masculine enough. Maybe the roles have reversed, and he will be easily squashed.”

I rested my head in my hand and sighed, “No. Much of the opposite it seems.”

The Rito held an indignant look as he examined the tip of his feathers. “Seems my services were much in need,” he mumbled.

“Pardon me?” I asked. Was he expecting an invitation to be considered?

Oh, actually, that sounds very in character for him.

“All I’m saying is that it was a statement sent from Her Majesty to me,” Revali emphasized with splayed fingers.

I glanced to Urbosa who was glaring daggers at the Rito. I clasped my hands together in front of me, “I promise you that no offense was meant, Ambassador. Truly, the process of filling the position of Commanding General of Hyrule’s Royal Army was tumultuous.”

Revali leaned back with a stiff shrug and crossed his legs, then immediately uncross them to vehemently point his feathered finger at the ceiling. “Make no mistake! No offense was taken on my part. Zero offense because I would have merely turned down the offer in the first place because my title as the Rito Ambassador is already time consuming. Incredibly. Unmatched, even, across of the board.”

“Oh,” I blinked. “I’m glad that you see it that way.”

The man huffed, brushing an imaginary speck of dust from his right wing. “Indeed.”

“Zelda, I don’t think we should keep this from him.”

I turned to Urbosa, confusion written on my face.

“Don’t act coy. We can tell him,” she motioned towards Revali with a sweeping gesture. “Tell him how he was considered and how his resourcefulness would be better used elsewhere in the conflict.”

He chirped up and stared at me with wide eyes. I quickly nodded and masked any dubious expression.

“Oh, yes,” I piped up. “Your name was thrown into the mix several times by my cabinet.”

“It-it was?”

“Absolutely, Revali. You’ve been an incredibly valuable asset to Hyrule. Your years of service haven’t gone unrecognized, nor your training as a Rito airman. Such a wide variety of-” I tripped over a couple thoughts, looking for the right words.

Urbosa offered, “Skills?”

“Yes – thank you – such a wide variety of skills can’t be boiled down to ‘General’.”

Revali seemed to consider this greatly, rubbing his neck in thought. “Well,” he rasped. “Well, that I can understand. After all, Commanding General is largely a decorative title…”

“I wouldn’t necessarily go that far,” I muttered half of the sentence into my hand with a look at Urbosa. Ambassador Revali nodded affirmations to himself as he stared holes into the carpet.

“May I ask, Your Majesty,” he said, looking up finally. “What were your plans for me?”

I sat up in my seat and thumbed an ink quill in my hands. The feeling of opportunity rose in my chest with robust hope easing into my heart.

“I would like to inquire in your people’s support in defending fellow Hyruleans.”

He sat up with me, towards the edge of his seat.

“You mean to assert that you want additional support.”

“I do,” I said, feeling the pointed tip of the quill dig into my thumb. “The Rito and Hylian people used have strong bonds in meat trading. I wish to bridge the gap in the years our agreements fell through; even strengthen them more than what they once were.”

Revali seemed intrigued. “Under what pretense?”

“There’s no pretense,” I smiled, “I think we can both agree that Rito airmen are incredibly prolific through military history. Chief Kaneli’s support, no matter how little is, would be a great honor and assist our efforts in preserving the Gerudo aristocracy.”

“I can’t refute that,” he nodded. “I can say that Kaneli holds Her Majesty in the highest regard and has great hope for your reign… however our recent history has him wary. It will take some convincing.”

“I understand completely. If anything, do I have the Rito Ambassador’s support?”

He breathed a dramatic sigh. “Yes, I suppose you do.”

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After meeting behind meeting, I snuck behind a rose bush in the gardens. The light was dying, but I couldn’t wait anymore. Wedged between the pages of my notebook was the small letter from before. It was no bigger than my hand and I took care to rip the wax-sealed seam.

Zelda,

I’m sorry this took so long to write.

A smile was already brimming my lips and I mouthed: Don’t be.

There was an attempted ambush as we passed Satori Mountain. Byron’s scouts spied them first and they were dispatched early on, but you should know this long before this letter reaches you. The supply line-

The last couple words were neatly crossed out.

I don’t know why I want to give you a report when you’ve most likely already read the one I’ve already written you. It’s been on my mind too much, but so have you. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay longer that morning and I’m sorry I couldn’t have been there when Nathaniel passed.

There’s so much I wanted to tell you before I left. Being alone with my thoughts while we traveled only added to that. I could write one hundred apologies about asking you to forget about us and then dredging it up again. One hundred more if the nights between left you just as distraught as I was. It’s hard for me to speak about my feelings and when it comes down to it – pretending they don’t exist is what I usually resort to.

I couldn’t do that with you. I care about you. I tried to convince myself I didn’t, hadn’t, and I failed miserably; only making it more known to myself how helpless you’ve made me.

And despite everything, I hope you’re smiling when you’re reading this because the selfish thought keeps me from ending this letter. I want to talk to you as I do this paper and hear your witty remarks that are far too intelligent for your own good. The same intelligence that I am convinced will end this conflict far sooner than I anticipate so I can see you again.

But I’m rambling.

I’m safe. The only casualty on the road was a lad with a twisted ankle. I did run into the boys from Hateno. Do you remember Mac and Toma Ratliff? They thought it was a prank when someone mention “General” in front of my name and got written up for insubordination.

Nonetheless, Zelda, I will wait for you.

Yours,

Link

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jdc1717 · 5 years

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This is my first Linked Universe fanfic so let’s see where this goes...

Basically: the new Hyrule is strangely familiar.

-<>-<>-<>-<>-

Familiar

The laser fired at a young man, no older than eighteen, right as it was about to hit him he redirected it back to the mechanical beast with a shield. The cloak worn by the man along with his hair flapped madly through the chaos.

The mechanical beast exploded and the man ran forward to search for parts.

A laugh filled the air

The man instantly looked on guard. He looked every which way trying to find the source of it.

“Where is he Twi?”

The voice changed. “Twilight?”

It wasn’t coming from the man. “Twi?”

“Twilight!”

Twilight jumped when Time placed his hand on his shoulder. Twilight’s breath felt short and his mind was still dazed.

Worst of all, he felt like he was missing something important. Something that he would die for, if only he could remember what it was.

“Pup, you alright?” Time seemed worried. A quick look ahead of him proved that the others were too. They were all staring.

Twilight looked back to the strange eight legged creature that seemed long dead and nodded his head. “Ye..yeah! Yeah, I’m..im good just… this feels so familiar.”

Time looked around for a moment. “Are we in your Hyrule?”

It was a valid question considering what Twi just said, but still…”No, I’ve never been here before.”

Legend threw his hands up. “Then where are we!?!”

“There can’t be another hero!” Warriors exclaimed.

“Uhh, I’m thinking there is.” Four said.

Sky looked at the long empty path ahead of them. “We can’t be certain until we find people.”

Time nodded, “Sky’s right. Let’s go.”

As they were walking Time gave Twi a look.

Are you alright?

I’m not sure.

I’m here for you.

I know.

Time nodded and the group continued their adventure.

-<>-<>-<>-<>-

Despite the many hours the group had been traveling they hadn’t been able to find a village.

Along the way, many more of those broken mechanical beasts could be seen and for some reason Twilight couldn’t shake the cold feeling he got whenever he saw them.

The heroes decided to call it a day and started to set up camp.

They somehow set up a fire(magic was totally not used) and Hyrule made the group a soup that was… not great. Or as Legend liked to call it, “One of my greatest regrets in life.”

Tired from the long day they all settled in for the night. Twilight said that he would take first watch. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t see the concerned look Time shot him.

Twi sat at the edge of camp and looked at the world around him. In the distance another ruined mechanical beast could be seen. He decided to keep an eye on it. There were small blue and white flowers beside him and, without even thinking about it, Twilight picked one up.

As he studied it his mind once again fell into a daze and before he knew it, Twilight had gone into another scene.

The same young man from earlier was sitting on the ground looking at the blue and white flowers. His hood was down and yet his face remained fuzzy, as if Twilight couldn’t quite remember it.

He looked at Twilight and somehow he knew that those eyes were sad. “This is a Silent Princess. They...they used to be endangered.”

The man gestured to the large group of flowers around them, “She'll Be so happy to see it.” He looked at Twilight in such a bittersweet way, “don’t you think?”

The scene faded and for some strange reason, Twilight’s chest hurt. The feeling of something missing was greater now. As if telling the hero that, ‘you have lost something of extreme importance.’ If only Twilight could figure out what it was.

The flower felt cold in his hands.

Out of nowhere, Time sat next to him and gestured to the flower. “What’s that pup?”

Twilight handed the flower to his mentor. “It’s a Silent Princess.”

Time studied the flower, “Do these grow in your Hyrule?”

“... no.”

Time moved his gaze from the flower to Twilight. “What’s going on Twilight? You seem… off.”

Twilight shrugged, not answering.

Time was silent for a few moments and Twilight was honestly worried that Time would force him to admit everything that still wasn’t making sense and hurt chest so much that he felt like he was watching a certain woman shatter a mirror all over again.

His mentor, however, simply sighed and said, “You can tell me when you’re ready just know that I’m—that we,“ he gestured to the sleeping group behind him, “are here for you.”

Twilight smiled as Time patted his shoulder and returned to his bedroll. It didn’t make sense and it honestly terrified him that something that felt so important was slipping from his mind’s grasp, but they, the heroes, his friends, they would be there.

The hero of Twilight took a breath and continued his watch.

-<>-<>-<>-<>-

They set out the next day in search of a village that could help them find the new hero.

Twilight walked from the back of the group and once again searched the area. Those mechanical beasts were showing up less and less, which eased Twi’s nerves.

The group walked for a few hours, trees slowly started to show along the plains and they continued walking until in the distance they saw smoke. Smoke and… a village.

The group cheered and immediately started to head in the direction of the town.

The village wasn’t too large and looked relatively new. People walked and talked to each other and a few stands could be seen selling various items.

Twilight and the others looked at everything and once again that strange feeling of something returned.

An old man walked towards the heroes. He wore a smile and said, “Hello travelers! Welcome to Hateno!”

They all mumbled greetings and Time spoke, “Do you think you could help us find someone?”

“Why sure!”

“You may know him by the name Link.”

“Link? His house is just down there.” The man pointed slightly away from the village.

“House?” Hyrule whispered.

Wind leaned towards Hyrule, “I don’t get it either.”

“Thank you.” Time told the man.

“No problem, though, he may not be home. He’s always going off someplace with the queen.”

“Queen?” Four asked.

The man nodded, “Yes, our queen Zelda. She was only released from that beast a few months ago, and soon after she was made queen and she has been traveling with Link to rebuild the kingdom.”

“I see… thank you.” Time said.

The group left for the house of the new hero.

Wind bounced along, “I wonder what he’s like. Do you think he can cook?”

Legend laughed, “Yeah right, if he’s anything like the rest of us then cooking is a complete disaster.”

Wind stuck his tongue out at Legend and they all, except Legend, laughed. It wasn’t long after that they arrived at the hero’s house.

“Should we knock?” Sky asked.

Time, instead of answering, decided to knock on the door.

Silence.

“Hello?” Warriors called.

No reply.

Four kicked a rock, “Guess he’s not home.”

Twilight stared at the house. It was...familiar. It felt as if all his answers were at the top of his thoughts, if only he knew what they were.

The young man threw his door open and ushered Twilight inside. His face, like before, remained fuzzy. The house was small, but homey. There was furniture and kitchen and stairs.

“What do you think?” The man’s voice was hoarse, like he didn’t use it often.

Twilight studied the inside of the house and gave a simple nod of approval. A large grin grew on the man’s face.

“Great! Now how ‘bout I make supper…”

“Twilight?”

Sky some softly and with a warmth that most of the group didn’t have. “Are you alright? You spaced out on us again.”

A quick glance showed the others talking in a small group while constantly looking at him and Sky. They seemed to be asking Time about it, but of course the man didn’t know.

“Yeah… I’m fine.”

Sky didn’t look sure, but he didn’t push.

“Do we know where this new hero is? Because he’s not here and none of us has a map or any clue of where we’re going.” Legend said.

The group was quiet before, “I think I know where he is.”

Twilight wasn’t quite sure why he said that, but he didn’t find himself regretting it. The others stared at him.

Warriors scoffed. “Twilight how could possib-“

“I just do! I need you all to trust me in this.”

They were silent.

“I trust you pup.”

Twilight had never felt so thankful to have Time. The others eventually murmured agreements and once again the group was off to find the hero.

-<>-<>-<>-<>-

It was a few days later when they arrived at a broken castle. Everyone was horrified at the ruins, villages, temples, homes, and countless other things seemed to have been destroyed. Even Time seemed disturbed.

Legend gaped. “What the-“

“Language!” Sky interrupted.

Legend rolled his eyes, “what makes you think I was going to curse?”

“Experience.” Everyone deadpanned.

Legend grunted but otherwise stayed quiet. Twilight continued to lead the group into the castle.

The inside was broken and full of destroyed belongings. Yet, the master sword started to glow.

They all stopped and waited for Sky to listen to what Fi was saying.

“She...she says he’s near.” Sky said.

Legend rolled his eyes, “Well that’s handy, why didn’t we use her to find him?”

No one answered.

Instantly, they all started to scan and search the rooms they passed until they made it to large doors. Faint voices could be heard speaking.

Twilight was sure that the others could hear his heart race. The voices… they felt so painfully familiar. He took a few steps forward.

As they drew closer, the voices suddenly stopped. The group of heroes looked at each other and hesitantly Twilight knocked.

The hero must have hit harder than intended because the doors slowly slid open, revealing the room.

All that filled the room was a stool, two capes, and… hair?

Time and Twilight both walked into the room, but before they could take more than a few steps a blade was held to each of their necks. Well… a blade and what seemed to be a pair of scissors.

A young Hylian woman who had half of her hair chopped off was holding a sword to Time’s neck. The other, a young man, was holding a pair of scissors to Twilights.

Twilight watched as the young man who held the scissors studied the group. He saw how the man’s eyes instantly took in the weapons, armor, and magic items they carried.

Despite the fact that two of his comrades were literally at blades edge, Sky Asked, “Is that the master sword?!?”

Immediately, everyone noticed that the sword the young woman was wielding was indeed the master sword.

The young woman sent a quick glance to the young man and they both removed the blades from Time and Twilight’s necks.

Her eyes were cold and narrowed, “What do you want?”

Her voice was young and Twilight just knows that he knows her voice. It was at the edge of his brain...

Time held his hands up in a peaceful gesture, “We only want to talk.”

She studied the eight of the heroes while the man watched for any sign of violence.

The woman once again glanced at her partner and it almost felt as if they were having a silent conversation.

Throughout this, Twilight couldn’t help but stare at the young man. He, like everything else in this world, seemed familiar. Especially those eyes, blue, kind, intelligent, and… sad. The pair's eyes seemed so horribly sad.

It made sense, their world was literally in ruins. The ashes seemed to be etched permanently into the world.

And then the man’s eyes met Twilight’s and it all clicked. Memories of the past(future?). All the nightmares, battles, adventures, and dreams. It all made sense now.

Twilight remembered having to watch as Link went into the ruined castle to free Zelda and defeat the calamity. He remembered feeling so proud as he watched the two Hylians embrace before disappearing.

Before he could even think about anything Twilight breathed, “Cub.”

Both the Link and Zelda’s eyes snapped to the hero and he saw recognition flare. Zelda nudged the champion, “Is this him?”

Instead, Link stared at Twilight, “You always show up when I need you, don’t you?”

Despite the confusion that the other’s felt, Twilight responded, “Well this time we kinda need you.”

Zelda sighed and pulled Link’s sleeve, “Come on. If we’re going to get some life changing revelation you may as well finish cutting my hair.”

Link rolled his eyes and walked back to where Zelda was now waiting.

The seven heroes left stared at Twilight.

“Care to tell us what that was about?” Time asked.

Twilight glances to the two young adults in the other room. “I’ll tell you later, but for now let’s just say we have history.”

None of them seemed satisfied with the answer, but they didn’t have time to push it further before Zelda was calling them in to explain everything.

Time sighed, “Fine. But you will explain later.”

Grinning, Twilight nodded and they all went into the room. It was great to have his cub back.

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triforceangel13 · 5 years

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An Accidental Mating Ch. 3 (A SidLink Omegaverse Story)

Chapter 3: Memory Problems

Link woke the next morning, his entire body throbbing in pain. He groaned as he sat up, pressing his hand to his head.

“What happened last night…” he mumbled to himself, looking around the room., his eyes slowly widening at the state of his bed chambers.

His bed was a disaster. Sheets were ripped and rumpled, one of the bed posts cracked from...something.

He was no better. His hair was a mess, a few bruises on his hips, but the thing that stuck out the most was the large bite mark that sat on his neck and shoulder. Cautiously he ran his finger over the injury, wincing from the pain.

Had he been in a battle last night? But if he had, why was he naked in his bed?

It just didn't add up.

He threw off the blanket that was around him, rising to his feet yet nearly collapsed back onto the bed from the soreness in his backside.

He rubbed his cheek one moment, concern growing within him. What in the name of Hylian had happened?

Slowly Link closed his eyes. He remembered being with Zelda most of the night and then Sidon showed up. He had sat with him in the hallway and they had drunk some wine. The prince wasn't anywhere in sight in the room so clearly he hadn't been a part of his stupidity that had happened the night before.

Tiredly he let out a sigh. He must have drank too much. But how did he get so beat up and most of all how did he get naked?

Maybe he really had done something really stupid and someone was just kind enough to leave him in his bed chambers.

He was going to end up making his headache worse if he kept trying to think it over and remember what had happened.

All he knew was that he should find Sidon and apologize for anything stupid he had done in front of him. Perhaps Sidon could even tell him what happened.

The pain in his backside continued to throb as he pulled the tunic over his head, being careful of the bite on his shoulder as it too seemed to make sure he knew that it was still there. Maybe he had fallen down a hill or something as he fought a lingering monster nearby.

With a heavy sigh he made his way to the dining hall for breakfast. Zelda sat alone at the table, her hands cupping a cup of tea, a few other place settings at the table for him as well as some other guests who hadn't returned home yet and were going to join them for breakfast.

“Morning sleepy head,” Zelda said as she set her cup down. Link slowly sank into his seat, wincing slightly and nodding in thanks as a cup of tea was placed in front of him.

“Sleep well?” she asked with a small knowing smile. Link gazed at her confused. Did she know something he didn't? Did she know exactly what had happened to him? Maybe she could clear up some of the confusion.

“I suppose,” Link replied, a confused expression coming across his face as Zelda grinned at him. “What's that look for?”

“What I can't be proud that my best friend ended up losing his virginity?” she asked excitedly. Link had been mid sip when he suddenly spit it out, looking at her in shock.

“I what?”

Zelda laughed. “Oh come on Link. It's the latest buzz around the castle.”

“What is the latest buzz?” came Sidon's voice, as he stepped to the table, taking a seat across from Link. The blonde flushed darkly. How could they talk about this in front of his crush? He didn't want him getting the wrong on idea even if he didn't think he had a chance with the Zoran prince. But if it didn't come from those closest to him and just came as gossip he wasn't sure what would be worse when the news broke.

A sick feeling settled in his stomach. He felt as if he wasn't able to eat even the plate that had been set down in front of him for breakfast.

“You haven't heard? Link isn't a virgin any longer. He had some serious fun last night.”

Link clenched his fist below the table. “How do you even know that?”

“One of the maids was walking past your room and quite frankly you and your partner were pretty loud. So, who was it?”

“I...what...”

“Princess, I don't mean to sound so harsh but is this really appropriate conversation to be having right now,” Sidon piped in.

Zelda bit her lip, the smile fading from her face. “I suppose not. Forgive me. It has been so long since I've been in the presence of others that I do forget my manners at times. I had just been curious, I hadn't meant any harm.”

“No I get that,” Link said with a sigh, looking to Sidon and meeting his gaze. The frown had remained on the prince's face, looking upset. Link quickly looked away. “To be honest I don't remember really anything about last night. I suppose I had...done that with the way my body is feeling. But I can't remember anything.”

Zelda pat his hand. “What do you remember, maybe we can work from there?”

Link gripped the cup in his hands feeling very uneasy with the way that Sidon and Zelda looked at him, waiting for an answer. Zelda was eager to hear the news yet Sidon seemed angry, upset and what seemed to be a little sad.

That look confused the hell out of Link. Was he upset that he had sex with someone that wasn't him? But then again why would Sidon ever look his way? Sidon was a prince and all he was, was a simple man who had just done a good deed.

Clearly Link didn't think that highly of himself.

“Sidon and I took a bottle of wine and started talking,” Link said, looking up to the Zora. “But...after that I really don't remember anything. I don't even remember leaving the hallway. I woke up in my bed alone.”

Zelda looked to Sidon, her eyes widening. “Did you see someone come to him Sidon?'

Sidon shook his head. “No I hadn't. I believe I had had gone to my room after talking with Link and had gone to sleep. I'm afraid I don't remember much either. I had drank a little too much but had gone to my room to sleep.”

Zelda tapped her chin. “Well we'll figure it out eventually. For now let's just drop the subject before you get any more uncomfortable.”

Link relaxed his shoulders a bit and picked up his fork, not even looking up from his plate as he knew he could see the disappointment on Sidon's face.

Link was upset. He had wanted his first everything to be with Sidon and here he had been loose and had sex with someone he didn't even know.

He wasn't like that and he didn't think that alcohol would have him do that even being under the influence. There had to be a reason as to why he had done what he had did. Then again he wasn't exactly one hundred percent sure about it.

Breakfast wasn't as awkward when the other guests that had remained behind entered the room for breakfast. Thankfully Zelda had dropped the subject of him losing his virginity and having a wild night with an unknown partner.

He was very grateful for it. He knew he wouldn't hear the end of it from Teba and Yunobo but he was also not ready for the amount of questions that would come out of Riju's mouth given she hadn't presented as anything yet, being so young. That sort of information wouldn't be given to her until it was time for her to present.

Idle chit chat was given, Link attempting to speak with the prince that sat across from him. But with every thing he tried to bring up Sidon would give a brief answer, clearly something upsetting him. From the look of it, it had been Link.

But what had he done? Had he done something to Sidon when he was drunk? He really shouldn't drink any longer or at least not that much if this was the outcome of it all.

As breakfast came to a close their guests went about gathering their items, heading to the front gates where carriages and horses were waiting for each of then to help them in their travels home. Link and Zelda followed them out, nodding in thanks as they were thanked again for their help.

However Sidon's farewell was short and polite, but his shoulders were tense and a frown settled in on his face.

He couldn't leave like this. Link wasn't sure when the next time he would see the Zora and he also didn't want to leave on such a sour note.

“Sidon,” Link called to the prince as he approached the stream nearby. He paused, turning back towards Link as the other Zoras that had accompanied him went to start in the water.

“Yes?” he asked, turning to Link. The tone of anger was gone but sadness rolled off of Sidon in waves. Link swallowed the lump in his throat, approaching the Zora and touched his arm lightly. The touch sent a spark through him which eh didn't really understand.

Sidon seemed to have felt it as well as he looked down at his warm.

“I'm not aware of what I had done to upset you while I was under the influence but know that I am sorry,” Link said.

Sidon let out a sigh, touching the hand that was on his arm. “My friend, despite that I cannot remember, I am sure that you hadn't done anything to upset me.”

“Then why are you-”

“Because I don't believe you had willingly done something like this with someone you really didn't know all that well. I just keep thinking that someone had taken advantage of you.”

Link shook his head. “I don't believe that. I'm sure someone would have stopped anything from happening if I was calling for help.”

Sidon sighed softly, seeming upset with the answer as he took the hand on his arm and brought it up to is lips as he knelt down.

“Perhaps if fate had been kinder I would've been the one in that room with you,” Sidon said to him, kissing the back of his hand and then rising to his feet. “Feel free to come to the Domain any time Link. Remember you are always welcome.”

Link was at a loss of words, his cheeks burning a bright red and his hand that Sidon had kissed clutched slowly to his chest.

Sidon had wanted to be the one in the room with him? He wanted to be the one to do that to him?

Biting his lip he watched as Sidon left, feeling a pull in his chest as Sidon's form disappear down the stream.

If only Link could remember that Sidon had been the one in there with him, then he wouldn't be feeling so upset about thinking he had done this with someone else.

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reinbowcat96 · 7 years

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Fanfic Ask Game: D (Fly Away), F, I, L, M, N, Q, S, and T.

D: Fly Away actually does have quite a bit associated with it, but it’s been ongoing for so long I can only tell you the ones I remember, whoops. I know the Wind Waker end credits medley has always been a MAJOR source of inspiration for Fly Away. I can listen to it and envision perfectly the events of the story going along with it. The title itself actually comes from... was it an ending? Or an opening? Whatever the case, Eureka 7 has a song associated with it called Fly Away, and I had an association with the sound of it to this story. That’s all I can really remember now at the moment, unfortunately. ^^;

F: “We need to talk.” She said irritably.“So talk.” He replied just as irritably.“I can’t marry you.”“If you don’t you can be sure that Hyrule won’t be as prosperous as it is now.”“See? That’s why I can’t marry you – this is not how healthy relationships work!”He forked an eyebrow as he smirked. “It almost sounds like you want a relationship.”“And maybe I do!” She snapped, ignoring her reddening face. “Maybe I’ve come to the conclusion that you’re not as horrible as I initially thought and I might consider – might – that having some sort of relationship with you isn’t so hideous a prospect!”While Vaati’s expression seemed relatively unchanged, his thought process couldn’t be guessed by Zelda. He simply stayed in that unreadable state for a few moments before finally saying, “Won’t your beau in green have an issue with that?”“He’s not my beau!” The princess practically shouted. “Aside from being my best friend, he’s my cousin! That would be gross! Of course, that also means I really don’t want you killing him either!”I’m not formatting that properly, lol. Sorry. I have complicated feelings on Reversal as whole. On the one hand it was fun to write, on the other practically zero effort was put into it and it remains one of my most popular stories and that kinda pisses me off. But man oh man, did I love writing them backsass each other all the time. And that’s literally it, I just liked the backsass. XD

I: Blinda. BlindZelda. I love it. And it doesn’t exist. -sad trombone- ASIDE FROM THAT, I really actually enjoy twisted hatemances, like people who are obviously not good for each other at all and maybe some dubcon but uh... That’s just my guilty pleasure. I also really like fluff for certain pairings. Whoda thunk it? And something else I love that I never see anywhere: CLOSE PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS. sjkhvhsjbdshj love them

L: Ehehehehe... Hardly ever. If at all. I write it, and that’s it. Generally, nothing plotwise ever changes, so no heavy revisions. Things like corrections in grammar and whatnot also usually don’t get fixed until later, but Im trying to be better about it these days. All in all, nothing really ever gets revised, and I’ll go over a chapter about maybe once or twice before posting it.

M: Blinda fic taking place post Botw in which Zelda, moving on after realizing Link does not share her romantic feelings, now has to deal with more than just the remnants of monster tribes in Hyrule, due to human on human crime going on. She eventually meets the leader of the bandit group, one Blind, upon which the two decide some teamwork is in order - because Blind has what Zelda doesn’t: A functioning and united society. They butt heads a lot due to differing ideologies, and then something else pops up and they gotta teamowork more to take it down - stuff like that. A friendship that grows to mutual affection, type of thing. Another premise is some more botw shenanigans, this time featuring my version of Link, who is a robot that knows only how to murder, struggling how to tell Paya and/or Sidon he has feelings for them. the only way he knows how to show affection to them is by presenting them with the heads of their enemies.

N: I would never want anyone else to finish my stories. They’d get them wrong. :

Q: I don’t feel any which way about them? I’ve never really been in a true collaboration, but I get the feeling I’d be very hard to work with. I don’t really like compromise in how I characterize certain characters. >>;

S: Tsunderes, hate to love, slow burns... Im sure there are more but i can’t think of any off the top of my head.

T: Get high school AUs out of my fucking face. In fact, get all AUs out of my face unless they somehow actually do relate to the elements of the original source material, cause otherwise you have no excuse not to be writing an original story. :

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serenityindefinitely · 7 years

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Silent Prince

Thanks to @punishandenslavesuckers , I turned the original story way around, and she may or may not have massive spoilers

I trust you Rae, don't screw this up for me.

And thanks to the lovely @Roseindefinitely (who just recently made her account so I could properly credit her) I was able to edit and make this story much more enjoyable

Also credit to Rae for the lovely title, it's quite clever.

If, I can find somebody patient enough to deal with my crap, and generous enough to do it for free, I'd love to make a comic out if this. Hit me up with some examples if your interested.

If you wanna do fanart, by all means, though I doubt this will be popular off the get go.

If you like this shit, reblog, that'd be awesome.

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Princes without parents are normally Kings, but something's missing, and he just won't give up trying.

The boy walked the road alone, his gaze unmoving from the path far ahead of him, this wasn't his first time down this road.

It won't be his last.

He looked disheveled, hurt, even. If it wasn't for the fact that he hadn’t a trace of weapons or armor, or even a travel pack, he could have been a traveler.

The path was a long one, He had to take the longer route for a safe spot, but he wasn't strong enough to carry a pack anyways. The stable workers were quite familiar of him, ushering him in for a spot to rest. They had more haste with him than their usual customers, a sense of urgency. The boy appreciated it, however, he was just doing what he had to. The next morning, he went to harvest ingredients for breakfast.

While he cooked, he listened to the chatter of the other people crowded around the stables only cooking pot.

“I heard there another plague rising, started in Lurein this time” one man gossiped.

It sent shivers down the boy’s spine.

“That's far enough off, a few days ride from here, if your horse is fast, maybe it won't hit us this time.” A woman with a broom remarked, the boy was losing his appetite. He hurried to finish his food before the conversation became too graphic.

The boy thought of speaking, but the words caught in his throat, like they did not wish to leave. Instead he cleaned up and left, if he hurried, he would be there before nightfall, that would be nice.

He occupied his mind with thoughts of food and hot springs, sleeping for a decent while, and escapes in the quiet forest, where nothing but the wildlife kept him company, it brought him a slight smile. He waved to the traveling horsemen, bargained with merchants, and exchanged greetings with walking travelers, as far as they knew, everything was okay.

Enjoying snacks he had previously purchased from a kind merchant, he watched as the forest came into view. Eventually he found himself enveloped in the familiar eerie fog.

The crushing feeling in his chest dissipated when he emerged in the safe grove of the forest, his first thought was rest. He followed that thought all the way to the hollow under the deku tree, where he promptly fell onto his stomach, fast asleep.

The Koroks woke him up far earlier then he would have enjoyed, but his work still wasn't done.

As the Great Tree watched, he approached the pedestal, the Sword that Seals the Darkness, his destiny, gleamed with an eerie light. He was horrified, if he failed, his kingdom would too. He wondered if the court really had faith in him, if they just said what they said to make him feel like he wasn't worthless. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts, he took hold of the blade. Pain immediately shot like lightning, rocking his body, and making him tremble slightly, reopening scarred wounds, and tearing new ones. It pulsed, like a heartbeat, every wave stronger than the last. He clenched his teeth so hard that his ears rang, his knuckles turning white with his grasp, until he couldn't anymore. His legs gave out with his weight and he fell, there he lay, a hopeless, tired, screaming, sobbing heap, rocking himself to distract from the pain of his torn skin, staring at his singed, hot hands.

She was saddling up her horse when she heard the other guards shout, turning her head, She turned in time to see him fall. Panic rose and rested in her chest.

“Jesus Christ! Is he okay?” The horse reared with the suddenness of the dropped gear. The woman ran to his side, and gently lifted the collapsed boys head. “Call for the medic, he pushed himself too far….”

One of them did as told, hurrying off deeper into the large building, his footsteps echoing and fading as he disappeared into the depths of the hall. The blonde looked at the boy, who was presently trying to stand up, he proved too weak to do so.

“oh hell no,” she forced him back into a sitting position “You aren't going anywhere on your own,” the boy opened his mouth to interject, but shut it shortly after, the woman picked him up with slight difficulty, gave the remaining guards a sharp look, and walked down the hall, the guards looked at each other in sheer terror, you don't argue with that woman, they promptly resumed work.

Zelda watched Link lay on his bed, on his side, facing away from her, to be precise. They could never get the damn boy to lay on his back, she never knew why.

“You can't be mad at me forever, Prince,” she said mockingly. “We were destined by the gods to fight the calamity together, so you have to get over it sooner or later.”

Link looked over his shoulder at her , it took him a second, but he spoke, his speech sounded forced, like he had to fight to get the words out, it startled Zelda, she never heard him say anything more than soft mumbles or grunts in approval “Im, Im not…. Mad…..”

Zelda didn't know if it was him finally manning up to speak, or the words he said, but it really pissed her off. Too frustrated to deal with him, she left his room and started down the stairs, once far enough, she vented aloud. “The nerve! To be so silent for so long, and the only thing he could muster to say was that he wasn't mad? Not a, ‘Sorry Zelda, I ran off, and almost died without telling anyone-’”

“I didn't know you were so concerned, Captain.”

Zelda nearly tripped down the stairs, the voice was so unexpected, “Q-Queen Mipha! I-I am so sorry your highness,” she spun and took a knee, right there, in the middle of the staircase, what an idiot, the queens giggling confirmed that.

“Link’s, fragile, fragile of body and heart…. He’s always been that way, even as a child. After my father retired, I was sad I couldn't be there for him, I had to see him when I heard that he collapsed just outside the castle…. I'm glad he is at least awake…”

Zelda blinked and rose, of course! “I nearly forgotten you two were close childhood friends,” she turned away slightly, pulling at her wrist guard “Yes, he seems fine, surprisingly…”

That earned a nod from the abnormally short Zora royalty “Though fragile, his spirit is determined, he once almost drowned in Lake totori, he had been sword training by himself by the edge, and somehow he accidentally flung the sword into the lake……” she motioned Zelda to follow her down the stairs, she did so.

“His reasoning was because it was his fathers, I remember how shocked Sidon was when he saw him drenched��.. Link takes every mistake personally…… I suppose, it is both a blessing, and a curse…”

Zelda blinked, “Pardon me, Que-”

“Mipha is fine, Queen Mipha is too long…”

“Mipha, of course, do you think, Link takes the master sword, as a personal failure? Is that why he is so stubborn about it?”

Mipha nodded slightly “That is very well part of it, that sword, is forever bound to his blood, he needs that sword to return peace to our kingdom, the court is encouraging him, telling him he must, when he can barely muster the strength to touch it…..” she shook her head “It's horrible, so many people are unknowingly pressuring him, to be honest, I don't know what happens when he tries to pull the sword, but seeing his injuries, I'm frankly against the thought, it's absolutely insane, there must be some other way of doing this…..”

Zelda nodded, although she really wasn't quite sure, no other person with the triforce of courage ever defeated ganon without the sword, maybe they never tried? Or maybe there was no other way?

“Its best I be headed back home, my kingdom awaits, so long, Captain.”

Zelda nodded, and bowed slightly “Farewell, and safe travels, give the Kingdom the Prince’s hellos, I am sure they will appreciate it.”

She smiles in response “I will. Say hello to the other Chiefs’ if they happen to visit.”

And with that, the small Zora queen leaves, and Zelda is left alone to her questions.

The Prince had questions of his own.

End Chapter one.

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Warning, Salt:

This chapter takes place over a few days, in case you are confused. There was so much going on, and not specifying the total time between segments made it seem more chaotic, and crazy.

Yes, I know that there was King Dorephan, and that Mipha was his daughter, no, Sidon is not her son in this AU, they are definitely siblings. I simply wanted a way for Mipha to not die. Cause I love Mipha.

Zelda is referred as Captain by Mipha, because she is a Captain, of the royal guard, as in, she is a knight, yes, Link’s night.

Link is called Prince, because, youuuuuu (hopefully) guessed it, he's a prince! Hence. The. Damn. Title.

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Feel free to ask questions about this if you have any. I'll be glad to answer.

Currently, I have no set schedule for this, I haven't even begun Chapter two, but yeah.

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gwydionae · 7 years

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Visions Softly Creeping

So... I had this idea for a Breath of the Wild one shot revolving around some thoughts my sister and I had as I played through the game, namely, “...ok, what is up with Zelda? Because it’s been 100 years, and she still sounds young. Is she dead and speaking to Link as a spirit or what? I mean, everyone else is a spirit, so...” However, while thoughts like this do end up here, it has taken on a mind of its own and grown to roughly five chapters with the focus now on mostly just Link. Currently chapter 2 is almost finished, but I feel chapter 1 stands on its own well enough to warrant posting it now. I’ve never written for The Legend of Zelda before, but I’ve known the series for a very, very long time, so hopefully I’ve done it justice.

Posted on fanfiction.net >here<.

Teaser: He was a knight. It was not his job to feel. The day for grieving would come, but for now this one night, one day of mourning was the only reprieve he would allow himself. Because it was his duty, and he would keep the princess waiting no longer on account of his weakness. (Spoilers for main story points including, eventually, the end of BotW.)

Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. All titles are lyrics borrowed from Simon and Garfunkle's "The Sound of Silence."

Chapter 1: Words Like Silent Raindrops

"Hello, Link."

His breath caught in his throat at the gentle, familiar voice, and his heart began to race as his eyes slowly swept around the room, looking for its owner. Mipha. Maybe Mipha was still...

"Because of your courage, my spirit is now free."

The excitement and optimism that he'd allowed to course through him since he had reached Zora's Domain had propelled him this far, but at the princess' words, his feet seemed as if turned to lead, and a cold pit quietly opened inside of him, sucking his hopes down into its depths. Almost as mechanically as the Divine Beast in which he now stood, he turned to face an ethereal, blue light glowing several feet away. And in the midst of it, as if manifesting from the air itself, was Mipha.

Her grateful yet sad smile would have been more than enough to confirm his dread, but still Link found himself unable to tear his gaze away from her translucent body as her feet gracefully tread upon the surface of the water, her use of the word "spirit" to describe herself echoing throughout the emptiness inside of him. It wasn't as if he could not have predicted this outcome. King Rhoam himself had told him of the other Champions' fate, and the hints had been in Mipha's guidance through the beast all along. But he had foolishly allowed her family's words to lead him to believe otherwise. After all, a Zora could live for hundreds of years; if any Champion were still alive, it would be her.

But as he should have known from the beginning, she was not. She had been dead for a hundred years while he slept and forgot everything. Had his memories stayed buried, perhaps he would not be feeling so hollow as she spoke to him of a healing power that was now useless to her. Perhaps he would be able to see her as a fallen warrior with one last task instead of feeling the stinging loneliness of the loss of a close friend. But as she gifted to him a precious piece of herself, he could feel her warmth and kindness settle inside of him, causing his heart to ache and mourn all the more.

Keeping all traces of his grief hidden, Link returned to King Dorephan to report his daughter's fate only to be met with praise, gratitude, and even elders asking to be pardoned for their earlier harsh treatment of him. The pomp flew by in a blur as the multitude of Zora now crowded into the throne room cheered, and Prince Sidon vigorously shook his hand. Link's mood was slowly lightening, the celebration infectious, until he found himself alone with the king, a beautifully crafted trident resting in his hands.

"It was cherished by Mipha. I would like you to have it."

His grip on the weapon was so tight that his hands began to shake. Quickly putting it away, he steeled his emotions once more and thanked the king for his generous gift, promising to use it to honor Mipha's memory and put an end to Calamity Ganon.

The king's smile mirrored the one his daughter wore only a short time ago, and as the Hylian bowed and turned to leave, King Dorephan's parting words, too, matched that of Mipha.

"Save her, Link. Save Princess Zelda."

The moon hung high in the night sky as Link pushed open the door to his residence in Hateno Village with a long creak. Shuffling one foot in front of the other, he slowly closed the door behind him before depositing his gear on the table until only the Lightscale Trident remained. Tenderly running his fingers along the handle, he stood in the dim light, hazy memories of the beautiful, young Zora replaying in his mind, until he at last closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and carried it to the far wall. Reaching up, he carefully mounted the trident on a weapon display, stepped back, and gave a reverent bow before trudging toward the stairs leading to the loft. His clothes were discarded heartlessly on the way to his bed, and with a tiredness he hadn't felt since first reviving, he flopped onto the soft mattress and buried his face in his pillow.

But as physically and emotionally exhausted as he was, the bliss of sleep fled from him. The events of the day circled over and over in his mind, carrying with them fearful visions of what was likely in store for him during and at the conclusion of his quest.

When he had awoken only a few weeks ago, he had no recollection of what had happened to him, the fate of the kingdom of Hyrule, or even who the mysterious voice that guided him belonged to. But still he had felt an innate sense of duty and honor in carrying out the task put upon him by King Rhoam and who he now knew to be Princess Zelda. Even if he had failed in the past, having no memory of it had assured his confidence in himself remained strong. Perhaps he had not been to blame. Perhaps after one hundred years the opponent had weakened. And so he had taken on the role of Champion with vigor and purpose, ready to do whatever need be done in order to defeat evil and help the princess.

This, however, was before his memories began to return.

Talking with Impa and realizing it might be possible to recover knowledge of at least a bit of his life prior to his hundred year sleep, he had immediately gone in search of the locations in the photos on his Sheikah Slate. It hadn't taken him long before he reached an archway on the road to Mount Lanayru that at last clawed at the cobwebs in the corners of his memory, and suddenly it was as if he were standing right there amongst the other Champions and Zelda herself. Their names were still largely a mystery, but each of their faces and mannerisms felt familiar and not at all like the strangers they currently were to him. It was an unsettling feeling, made all the moreso by the somber mood of the princess and the rise of Calamity Ganon himself in the distance.

But still the memory had affected him little. He could now picture everyone from his past that Impa had talked to him about, but aside from a vague ache in his chest at the thought of Princess Zelda's hopeless gaze and hollow voice, his feelings about his quest had not changed. No, it wasn't until he stumbled upon Zora's Domain and found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the delicately crafted statue of their princess and Champion that his old life began to haunt him. Standing there among a people who recognized him, knew him, in a place he must have visited many times before, it was as if the floodgates were finally creeping open.

Mipha.

Her name was Mipha. And she had not only been his ally, but a close friend, someone he had turned to time and time again when he was wounded in battle or just plain reckless. Various memories of their days spent together washed over him, some as clear as if she were at his side with that shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

And suddenly everything changed. He was not fighting to avenge a nameless fallen warrior, he was desperately hoping to save a companion. Except there had been nothing to save, not in the sense he had allowed himself to hope for, anyway. And as he lay in bed with visions of the deceased princess dancing along his closed eyelids, a few happy memories but most imagined and grotesque scenarios surrounding her demise, at last his forced mask of strength and calm started to crack.

He was a knight. It was not his job to feel. It was his job to protect the kingdom, the princess, and show no trace of hesitation as he swung his sword. Everyone was depending on him, and for that reason he must always outwardly remain strong, a pillar of confidence and control.

But in the late hours of the night in a dimly lit house that he shared with no one but his thoughts, his eyes began to sting as his breathing hitched, and it wasn't long before violent sobs wracked his body.

It was strange. While a part of him was certainly mourning the loss of Mipha, the sadness he felt went deeper than that. Perhaps he could not remember the other Champions now, but he knew, Link knew that as more of his memory returned, these same feelings and events would be repeated in a vicious cycle until he was whole, the spirits trapped for a hundred years were freed, and Ganon was destroyed. Piece by piece he would regain his old self, and as this happened, the scab hiding the wounded heart he wasn't even aware existed until a few days ago would slowly be picked away, leaving behind a gaping hole, sore and bleeding.

He did mourn for Mipha; the two of them had been close long before she had been named a Champion. But he mourned for himself as well, a warrior who could only continue moving forward as quickly as possible as Princess Zelda's hold on Ganon grew ever weaker. This while having to burden these feelings of loss fresh and anew several more times before he could truly rest and try to mend the blood-stained hole in his heart, a hole in the shape of four courageous individuals.

No, not four.

Four would be a hopeful estimate. Four would mean that there was still someone left he had a chance to save. Four would imply that somehow, inexplicably, Princess Zelda, born a Hylian with a lifespan that paled in comparison to the Zora, was still alive after all these years, her voice sounding in his head now exactly as it did in the lone memory of her he had regained so far.

No, it couldn't be only four. After his hopes of returning Mipha to her family were cruelly shattered, he would not allow himself to be so naive again. Princess Zelda's spirit may still be fighting yet, but that was all that was left of her. Just like the other Champions, her body lay dead and rotting in the place she died one hundred years ago. When all was said and done, he would be grieving the loss of not four but five companions.

The morning rays of the sun were peeking through his window before Link's cheeks grew dry, and as his body stilled and his chest stopped heaving, at last the grip of sleep pulled him into its depths. It seemed only mere moments later that he was peeling his eyes open to the sight of the room darkened once again. He had slept the entire day away, and yet his limbs still ached as if he had just crawled into bed. It was so tempting to simply continue to lie there, waiting for morning yet again before continuing his journey.

A long sigh passed his lips. No. He had wasted too much time already. The day for grieving would come, but for now this one night, one day of mourning was the only reprieve he would allow himself. With every new piece of his memory recovered, he would hold it in and squash it down, even if it meant allowing the heartache to fester for weeks on end. Because it was his duty, and he would keep the princess' spirit waiting no longer on account of his weakness.

As he crawled out of his bed and grabbed his clothes, his mind toyed with the idea of ignoring Impa's suggestion of hunting down the locations in the photos. Some memories would still likely return on their own, but perhaps now wasn't the best time to revisit the past. The idea was quickly dismissed, however. As painful as he knew it would be, he refused to free the Champions' spirits and offer up a final goodbye without as much of his former knowledge of who they were as an individual and what they meant to him as possible. Perhaps it would make his journey easier, but it would be cowardly and unfair of him to face them as a stranger.

His mind solemnly made up, he gathered his gear and replaced his knight's mask of stoic confidence. The tightness in his chest refused to be left behind, but he in turn refused to acknowledge it. He had shed all the tears he would allow. There were people waiting for him, counting on him, and he would carry out his duty.

A/N: A huge thank you to everyone who put their playthroughs of this game up online, especially RabidRetrospectGames; while I had finished the game myself, it was very useful for the times I wanted to check exact dialogue without having to replay the entire thing. Also to @veilsofmist whose fic would pop up on my dash and inspire me to get back to work on this thing every time I thought I might give up on it. XD

Thanks for reading, and as always, critics and grammar police are appreciated!

Chapter 2 on tumblr >here<.

#the legend of zelda #breath of the wild #loz botw #zelda botw #zelda breath of the wild #link #my fanfiction

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honestground · 6 years

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so i know this ask might be a little on the sad side so feel free to ignore it but? after yknow the calamity and such, they grow old together and stuff, who passes away first? how would the other handle it?

i’ve always been of the opinion that being tied to the calamity for so long had long-term effects on Zelda’s health and lifespan. so.

after she dies, Link retires to their house in Hateno. he’s still jovial and polite and good with the kids and everyone is really surprised by his positive outlook despite the circumstances. he spends most of his days tending to their garden of silent princesses and sitting amongst the flowers playing a low tune on a little wooden ocarina that he had whittled himself. one day, he packs up an leaves.

he moves down to Lurelin village and spends several weeks there constructing a boat. a group of kids gather to watch him, but most get bored and wander off after a while until only one little boy remains. he eventually works up the courage to ask Link, “Where are you going?”

“Forward. Beyond.” Link gestures out to sea. “On.”

the boy frowns. “You mean you’re going to die?”

Link grins. “Yep.”

the boy says, confused, “Why are you so happy about it?”

Link looks at him seriously for a long time. then he says, “Because there’s someone that I miss, and she’s waiting for me.”

the boat is finally completed around the end of summer, just as the sun is starting to set. Link wastes no time in pushing off and setting sail, and the boy chases him all the way down the dock until he can go no further. he shouts, “I hope you see her again, mister!”

Link’s laughter carries back to him, but his reply is lost on the wind.

and the cycle repeats.

#asks #garbage headcanons

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triforceangel13 · 5 years

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The Breath of the Water Epilogue (A SidLink Shape of Water Au)

Epilogue

The horror was over. Sidon could be a free Zora. They could all be free people and live the lives they were meant to enjoy.

As the excitement with the guards had died away Link had emerged from the water to show Zelda that he was indeed alive and well, even with a new ability from the necklace that sat around his neck granting him the ability to breathe below the water.

She had been more than happy to see him, crying tears of happiness that all was fine and everything would be alright. Even Urbosa had shed some tears at the sight of him.

The rain had even stopped.

Saying goodbye again was harder than the time before. Stress had fallen away, replaced with bitter sweet farewells. They couldn't stay long. Who knew if anyone else would be coming to them to either look for Sidon or something else.

All would be safe now and they could all enjoy their lives again without any risks or someone trying to hurt any of them.

They could all finally go home.

And back home was right where Link and Sidon had gone, or at least to Sidon's home. To the other side of Hyrule where Zora's Domain was beginning to thrive. Hopefully soon enough they could come out of hiding and not be a risk

Needless to say things were rough at first. There had been much praise to Link for him rescuing their prince, a fact that Link still couldn't believe, and he was treated like a hero for a short amount of time after they had arrived.

Once diminished however they had begun to grow wary of his constant presence around their prince. He did go explore from time to time but always came back to Sidon's side, sticking to him like glue.

Of course the Zora did not mind in the least, Sidon even sought him out at times. He wanted to make sure that this was all real. That he had found his mate. Having him by his side always reminded him that this really was how his life was now.

Happy.

The Zoras were unsure of what to expect of Link, wondering if he was just waiting for a chance to strike and take them all back to where they had been. After what had happened to Sidon their security had gone up so much more.

Link understood and he was nothing but nice to them, wanting to give them time to adjust. Though he did feel a little unwelcome as their wariness still went into more days.

That is until Link officially met with Sidon's father. He had met him when he had first arrived and was thanked for his bravery for saving his son but now the King had sat down with him, Sidon interpreting what he was saying between them.

It quickly came to fruition that Link had been claimed by Sidon.

The king was joyous, ecstatic even that his own son had finally settled down and had picked someone as his mate, much to Sidon's embarrassment and protests to tell everyone. Link thought it was cute and he was glad that he had brought that much happiness.

The king was quick to announce the wonderful news, the rest of his kind even welcoming Link in even more with open arms, forgetting about their worries and treating him with what he felt was more than he deserved.

A wedding was quickly held, Link officially becoming part of the royal family. Months ago if someone asked him what he would be doing later in his life he would have thought it wouldn't have been this at all.

Their love life had expanded greatly from there, however it had brought up the issue that Link was not able to conceive and produce an heir. Thankfully for the time being no one pushed the subject too far on them.

Communication with the kingdom was a little difficult for Link even after being there for so long. He could understand them, but they had problems understanding him. It wasn't like they could understand sign language.

Sidon was there always to interpret but the moments they weren't together made it all the more difficult.

But if he could have taught Sidon how to communicate he didn't see why he wouldn't be able to teach the other Zoras.

It took some time but simple gestures were learned so that Link could communicate with them all on a more comfortable level rather than pointing.

Link could understand the Zora language a lot more thanks to his own lessons with Sidon. It was easier for him to understand the Zoras as they spoke to him that way they would not need to communicate with something they weren't very familiar with.

Sidon continued to speak to him through sign language, the only actual words he only knew in Link's language being his name and a few other things. It still had Link blushing with excitement whenever he heard his name pass from his lips.

Speaking in sign language with one another was a bit more of a private thing for the two of them, something they loved.

Back in the town Link had grown up in Zelda had gone through many changes. She had moved herself as well as her pets into Ubrosa's home where she stayed to help raise the girls. There her life changed for the better.

She had opened up her own shop, flourishing with the amount of customers who wanted her beautiful dresses. The shop she had worked at had even wanted her back but she turned them away. Eventually they had to close their doors, not being able to compete with Zelda's work. In a way Zelda had been happy about that but also a little sad,.

Urbosa had even quit working at the lab, knowing that she did not want to remain in a place that treated people as well as creatures so poorly.

However weeks later the lab had been closed down. Word got out about what Ganondorf had done. If he hadn't died by Sidon's hand he would have been imprisoned for quite some time on accounts of abuse as well as the murder of the scientist Kohga, whom was also found to be a part of another organization known as the Yiga Clan.

In a way Ganondorf's death had been a blessing in disguise.

Even his family now, his dogs and Ghirahim, could have a life of their own, no longer under the cruelness of that man.

Urbosa and Zelda had blossomed into a couple, being just as close as Link was to Sidon. In a letter Link received, through much difficulty as the Zoras were still hidden, he had found out what had happened after he had left. He did miss home but he was glad to see that things had changed for the better for those that he had left behind.

Perhaps he should have introduced the two of them sooner that way things could have been easier for the two of them.

Maybe one day he would be able to go back with Sidon and see them again. It would have to be under much secrecy but he knew they might be able to pull it off.

Our lovable characters all received their happy endings. It took some time and effort but now they all could finally like the lives there were meant to have.

Thus concludes our story of the boy that fell for the prince. Told you it was a different take on a usual story you have heard of.

Full of love and suspense.

And dare I say the cliché moment at the end of the story:

And they all lived happily ever after.

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