#had to bite back the urge to make mysterious [name] say ''worry about what zelda's gonna do with your coffin once she gets out''

[monpalace]

I’m thinking thots at work, what do we think Wild’s [Name] would be like? -🧚🏽‍♀️

i feel like she'd be the leash that stops him from literally killing himself with whatever dumbshit that comes to mind and wild's the puppy that finds something (in this case, [name]) and refuses to leave it?

maybe she's someone who works at the castle who survived the calamity and was put into something like the chamber of resurrection in hopes they'd find each other and she'd keep him from doing more dumb shit because someone realized "hey, [name] and zelda are the only ones link listens to. they're literally his impulse control. but zelda's not here and [name]'s not immortal, so we should probably put her in like, a cryo-chamber or something" and then handed her off to the sheikah and said "do something please"

or she's some sort of mysterious figure who always appears out of nowhere (and gets to places you'd least expect to find them in) and isn't there when you turn around to look at them? like, maybe she showed up on the great plateau when wild first woke up, was questioned by the king as to how she got there, she just hits him with a "don't worry 'bout it sweetheart," and sticks with wild until he's ready before literally disappearing once he lands on the ground outside the great plateau? then at some point, he finds her again, asks where she's been, and he gets hit with "i was out having fun and getting what i needed to be done," before sticking with him for a few more days and ultimately disappearing again

imagine if she just showed up in the lost woods while he was about to get the master sword and absolutely scared him with "you'll probably want to get more health for that. it'll knock a lot out of you." "how do you know?" "just know that i know and be thankful that i told you," before going off to trade with some koroks and disappearing??

or what if she's a good friend of link's (or lover. idk) that died over the course of the hundred years he's been asleep? she's a ghost like the king, but because she doesn't have to guide him and help him relearn things (the king took that upon himself), she's just there to keep him company? because either zelda or the gerudo (keeping the geurdo to my heart no matter what 🤞🏽) managed to turn her into a spirit/ghost that's not exactly similar to the champions in the sense she isn't stuck to one spot/person and has her own separate set of rules? maybe she's not able to be seen by anyone else except wild so he has to do this, that, and the third to not look insane when she's talking to him in front of people? then, when everything's said and done, she doesn't disappear like the champions or the king because she's was created by the gerudo/zelda?-- or, if zelda made her, she's significantly weaker than 100 years before (and grows weaker the longer wild takes to beat ganon) since zelda's grown weaker as well, but as time passes post-ganon's defeat, she grows stronger?

#faeries in the garden #the palace answers #im sorry my hyperfixation on dead people kicked in #if i warm up enough maybe ill draw the [name]s idk #had to bite back the urge to make mysterious [name] say ''worry about what zelda's gonna do with your coffin once she gets out'' #''i see that you're not doing what you need to be doing. instead you're out here.. torturing this korok like you're some woodsman and it's + #+ a tree. mh mh mh. anyways'' #and then she disappears again?? #mean [name]s are literally my favs #off topic but why are none of my loz ocs hylians 😭 #my one hylian oc doesnt even like being hylian 🗿 #i just got beef with hylians for some reason #i got beef with the kings name to #you could not pay me to spell ts out #behind the gerudo and ghost [name] thing; i see the gerudo as being really good with anything that's related to the deceased/dying as well + #+ as witchcraft because of twinrova/koume and kotake #but since botw/totk are basically disconnected from the rest of loz idk #Athena. Songbird. Atalanta. and Aphrodite

[zeldafanlegends]

Author’s Favorite Scenes:  Excerpt from  The Legacy of Myriad Book  Two - Rise of Power:  Chapter 8 -   Complicated

After Link and Zelda's victory at the Temple of Fire, Myriad sends them  to Lake Hylia to unleash the power held within the Temple of Water,  though the temple may be the least of their concerns when Ganondorf  begins retaliating against Hyrule itself.  With no other place to go,  the people turn to a revolt forming to fight his tyranny, and it's here  that Zelda learns an unexpected truth concerning Link's past.   Meanwhile, Link discovers the truth behind another long kept secret when  his path to defend Hyrule leads to a confrontation with the King of  Evil himself.

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I want nothing to take you from me … .

 Zelda!

 We can still be together … .

 Wait, Link, someone's calling me, I have to go … .

 Zelda, please, come back! Help us!

 Don't you want to be with me?

Torn between going to her parents and staying with Link, Zelda only stopped when he grabbed her hand, looking back to see a disappointed look in his blue eyes. Her desire to leave and save her parents was the culprit, and she parted her lips to promise she'd return.

Yet, before she could speak a word, Link's lips curved in a malicious smirk, his hair turning white and eyes red.

As he used his grip on her hand to jerk her in, her own eyes opened swiftly, her head lifting from its spot resting against Link's shoulder. Still tucked against his side in the cavern where they'd taken shelter, it was daytime now, early afternoon if the sun's low position in the sky was any indication.

Taking a deep breath, she looked up at Link's face. Seeing he was still resting peacefully, she finally allowed herself to exhale, grateful the nightmare hadn't caused her to make enough noise to rouse him.

To make sure things stayed that way, she sat up slowly, untangling herself from his arms before sitting forward with a low sigh. It seemed recent events had colored her recurring dream, and the troubling imagery was slow to fade.

Until those last few moments when Link's mimicry appeared, the dream had only been confusing. But her heart was now pounding because of the shadow, which she thankfully knew was nothing more than a reflection of her fear over his interference in their affairs.

As for the rest, that would take a more thorough examination to figure out.

During her considerations, Link remained silent, still resting peacefully next to her. His continued slumber served as a testament to just how exhausted they'd been from their long ride, and aside from her dream, she'd rested well. Not only was she ready to continue their journey to Lake Hylia, she could also consider the way they'd expressed their feelings for one another the previous day with more clarity.

It was astonishing just how happy his declaration of love had made her. It was also nice knowing she wouldn't be struggling with confusion over the way she was feeling for him any longer.

Yet her dream had left a sour taste in her mouth.

Being torn between staying with Link and going to Hyrule Palace for the sake of her parents was simply unpleasant. Still, it was difficult to say how unpleasant without knowing the precise reason her parents were beckoning to her from the start. To take the throne? Restore her family name?

Or was it to clear up any misconceptions concerning the circumstances surrounding their deaths?

Without an answer, she couldn't begin to fathom the meaning behind Link's appearance and whether it was just a facet of her worry for their future, or something more prophetic. The thought had her wishing it was possible to consult Impa, but her mentor's fate was still a mystery after they were forced to abandon her at the Temple of Time. Goddesses, please let her be okay.

Still, there was another just as well-versed in such matters as the Sheikah she could consult—Myriad.

At the very least, the Sage of Light could make a few suggestions over the meaning of her dreams, and at the thought, Zelda pushed herself up with intentions of getting their day started.

Yet she regretted abandoning the warmth of the blankets as soon as she stood, shivering over the chill in the air. It seemed each day, the weather was growing colder, and at this rate, it wouldn't be surprising if they saw a little snow soon, making Link's decision to acquire a cloak in Engleton seem like a good idea.

Restarting their fire to warm their temporary camp as well as to cook a bite to eat, she took a moment as the meat cooked to retrieve the dress Kiama had gifted her with the evening before. A deep burgundy color with a scoop neck and long sleeves, it was very pretty. Even better, the material was thick, meaning it would be warm to wear.

So she donned the garment followed by tying the upper half of her hair back, realizing in the process that the neckline of her dress was just low enough to show off her amulet.

It was the first time she'd ever worn the bauble in plain sight, and all things considered, the matter didn't seem like a huge issue anymore. Perhaps someone would identify her because of it, which could spell trouble in certain situations, and yet, a part of her liked the thought of displaying it.

So she left it where it was for now and finished tying the strings lacing the bodice of her dress, then focused on cooking their meals. As for drinks, they had plenty of water—the pool nearby was clean and their canisters were already fully. Yet Shamrock had provided plenty of tea and honey to make her favorite drink before they'd left Kakariko, and she decided to make some if only to get their day started on the right foot.

Once everything was ready, she finally moved over to Link and knelt to gently shake his shoulder while whispering his name. But he only waved his hand as if shooing a fly, causing her to snicker softly.

Ever since they were children, he'd liked to sleep in—she used to stand next to his bed repeating his name and dodging pillows until he finally roused. Thankfully, he didn't have any pillows to swing at her now aside from the blanket roll, not that she intended to employ the same method of waking him.

Instead, she had a new trick in her arsenal to test out, blushing as she leaned in to press her lips against his cheek, then said his name again.

Sadly, it didn't work. Sighing, Zelda wondered if a kiss on the lips might garner better results, and decided it couldn't hurt to try. So she canted her head, but only made it halfway when Link leaned up and kissed her without warning.

Eyes going wide, she jumped just after their lips met, sitting back to stare—and he was grinning from ear to ear.

Spying the mischievous expression, she gasped and exclaimed, "You were awake!"

Snickering, his eyes finally opened to regard her with the words, "Since you said my name and I waved my hand because I didn't want to get up, yeah."

"You're so immature!"

If possible, his grin grew bigger. “I just wanted to see if you'd kiss me or not, and thought I would surprise you."

"Oh!" she groused in frustration, sitting back with her arms folded over her chest—not that she was truly upset. He was simply too playful for his own good … or was it her own good?

Regardless, she wouldn't have changed anything about him. His playfulness kept things interesting—it was just a matter of never admitting her appreciation for it, otherwise he’d probably never stop.

So, to keep herself from smiling, she grabbed some of the food she'd prepared along with a cup of honey tea and handed it over with the words, "There, Mr. Trickster, some breakfast."

"Thanks," he returned, still smirking.

As they got started on their meals, Link knew Zelda wasn't as incensed by his trickery as she tried to appear. There was an amused glint in her eyes as she'd handed his food over, and even now, she looked to be fighting a smile.

Not that he could fully focus on the matter, too distracted by her outfit to pay much attention. A deep, burgundy dress graced her figure, calling to mind the way Kiama had asked if she'd packed a dress before they left Engleton, and this must've been it. With long sleeves and a scoop neck, she looked lovely, though he was surprised to see she hadn't removed her amulet considering the outfit left it in plain sight.

Maybe it was a sign that she was growing more comfortable with her true identity, or she simply hadn't realized it was visible, in which case he felt the need to ask, “Do you know your amulet is showing?”

Looking down after sipping her tea, Zelda nodded and replied, “I know. I just don't see a reason to hide it any longer, but if it becomes a problem, I can store it in my belt pouch.”

Nodding, he finished his meal with a smile, glad she was showing it off, and not simply because it was a sign of acceptance. It was also nice to see the amulet he'd kept for ten years around the neck of the girl he'd wanted so desperately to remember, finding it served as a reminder of how important to him she truly was.

Still, as he stood to don the rest of his clothing and gear, he couldn't help thinking he didn't really need the reminder. His feelings for her were too strong to ever forget.

Considering it while buckling his harnesses and belt, he turned around to find Zelda rolling up the blankets and storing them on their horses' saddles. It was the most mundane of tasks, but he felt as if he could've watched her all morning, and found himself recalling all the times he'd denied himself a chance to get closer to her, or more specifically, to kiss her.

Such an urge was rising now, and after their confession the previous day, resisting wasn’t as integral to keep things moving smoothly. So, as he approached Epona where Zelda stood packing their belongings, he made up his mind.

As she turned to clear a path and make her way to Frost, he reached over and hooked his fingers into the back of her belt with a gentle tug. Feeling it, she cast a questioning look over her shoulder but didn't resist the way he drew her in, ready to ask what he was doing when her back met his chest and her lips were sealed with a gentle kiss.

Instantly, she sucked in a breath she forgot to release, eyes closing as his arms carefully wound around her sides. The way his lips brushed over hers was slow and very sweet, sweeping every other thought away—not to mention her equilibrium.

By the time it broke, she could only lean against him while resting her forehead against his cheek.

"What was that for?" she whispered.

"Just because I love you," he replied just as softly, adding with a mild shrug, "and I wanted to."

Letting a soft snicker, her fingertips brushed across his opposite cheek, and he smiled, ready to turn his head and kiss her palm as well. But just as he prepared to do so, the sound of water sloshing caught his attention.

Emanating from the pool behind them, Link looked back with narrowed brows, scanning the water’s surface for the source. At the same time, he released Zelda when she also turned to see what was making the sounds, and that's when the pair detected movement in the water.

Heading in from a path in the pool that tapered off into a stream, it appeared to be a moving lily pad at first, one which soon stopped near the shallow edge of the rocky shore—and the creature beneath it lifted its head above the water's surface. With wide, white eyes and a snout sporting a mouth formed into a perpetual O shape, it lifted the tip to point in their direction.

Without pause, Link reached for his shield just as a low fwoo sounded with a rock shooting from the octorok's mouth. Flying swiftly, the projectile smacked Link's hip mere seconds before he could use his shield to block it.

"Ow," he drew out, rubbing the sting out of his hip with a glare in the creature's direction. “Rude.”

Yet the octorok wasn't done, rearing back as if to spit another rock—this time at Zelda.

“Oh no you don't,” Link objected, moving toward the pool while simultaneously blocking his foe's shot.

But as he drew in closer, the creature dove underwater and burrowed into the rocks to hide, causing him to stop with a low, frustrated grumble.

Shaking her head, Zelda remarked, "Come on, let's just get out of here before more of these things come along."

"Right," Link returned, gazing at the lily pad floating on the water's surface for a moment longer as she mounted Frost.

Glancing over to spy him finally turning away from the pool and heading to Epona's saddle, she noticed the octorok resurfacing the moment Link's back was turned. Eyes going wide, she parted her lips to call a warning just as it shot another rock at him.

And her warning turned out to be unnecessary.

Proving he was fully aware of the creature's ploy, he turned and swung his shield around, performing the movement so swiftly she was sure he hadn't actually seen the rock coming. But it pinged against his shield anyway, sending it sailing right back toward the octorok.

Like clockwork, the rock smacked the creature directly in the forehead, knocking it out cold. With a splash of water, the octorok began drifting harmlessly on the pool's surface, and Link grinned, pointing with a loud, “Hah!”

Snickering, Zelda applauded his performance while exclaiming, "Bravo, well done!”

Replacing his shield followed by dusting his hands off, he gave a mock bow with the words, “Thank you, but I won't be here all evening.”

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