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bambinella · 11 months

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Sulking

A/N: I have, like probably everyone else, been obsessed with Tears of the Kingdom, and while brainstorming a little with @otomiyaa I thought of this cute idea! Enjoy!

Summary: Link is depressed after being separated from Zelda yet again, and Rauru wants to motivate him a little.

Word count: 2186

Link was sitting on the ground in front of the Temple of Time, and he was sulking. One moment he had been exploring the ruins underneath Hyrule Castle with Zelda, the next moment his entire world had turned upside down. Zelda was gone. The Master Sword was gone. Ganondorf – or rather, the Lich King??? – had returned after being imprisoned for who knows how long. He had almost died, again. But worst of all? His whole right arm was gone. His fighting arm. All his abilities, skills, everything he had trained for, all of it was gone. And it had taken zero effort for the Lich King to do so. So in the end, he was just weak. Link clenched his fist tightly and bit his lip. He looked down at his new arm, which Rauru, the very first King of Hyrule, had given to him after saving his life. It felt… foreign. And while it was supposed to be powerful, it seemed to have lost its power as well. Perfect.

Rauru noticed Link’s sour mood and sighed. He couldn’t exactly blame him for it, though. The boy had had one hell of a day. He sat himself down on a rock next to Link, not sure what to say. “Are you alright, Link?” He asked. He could tell that the Hylian was depressed.

“...”

“... Right, that’s about the answer I expected,” Rauru said with another sigh, and Link let out a grunt. He should be more amazed that the literal ghost of the very first King of Hyrule was talking to him, but he couldn’t get himself to care right now. After finally being reunited with Zelda, he had lost her yet again. What kind of knight was he, as he had failed to protect her for a second time now. Rauru looked at Link for a long second, almost sensing his worries. “You shouldn’t beat yourself up like that. Zelda’s going to be alright, Link. She’s alive,” He said, causing Link’s head to snap up.

“Are you sure?? How can you know?” He asked, looking straight into Rauru’s eyes. There was an ancient wisdom in those eyes, and secrecy. And for some reason it gave Link some hope.

“I just know.” Rauru said with a smile, and Link felt like he had been holding his breath for far too long. He let out a sigh and mustered a small smile. If Rauru said Zelda was alive, then he was willing to believe him. He was willing to do anything at that point.

“... Thanks, Goat Man,” Link said, his smile growing a little wider as he saw Rauru’s eyebrow twitch.

“Goat ma– ahem, you’re welcome Link. Now you must focus on what’s in front of you. You need to strengthen your new arm, by visiting and conquering the Shrines to seek out the Sacred Light,” Rauru said, and a frown reappeared on Link’s face. He was about to face about a thousand trials again, he realized.

“Right… no time to waste, then,” He said, standing up as he made his way towards the first Shrine. He had done something similar a few years ago, it couldn’t be that hard right? Apparently it was that hard. While easily mastering half of the shrines and gaining new abilities, Link hated the Sky Islands, and they seemed to hate him just as much. He had lost count of how many times he had almost fallen off the edge at this point. He had been climbing on boxes, and suddenly those boxes had turned into a giant monster. And he didn’t even want to think about all the times he had created items, to help him on his way, only for them to flow off the edge by a sudden gust of wind. Needless to say, by the time he had reached the third Shrine, his sour mood had returned. Rauru, who had been waiting for Link there, raised an eyebrow. “You really need to smile more, you know,” He casually said, earning another grunt from Link who just walked towards him. “Shut up Goat Man,” He grumbled, stopping next to Rauru. “You didn’t fall off a boat made of logs, to swim after it while it sails away, only to fall off of it again at least three times in the past ten minutes.”

“I understand what you’re going through, truly. But you’re going to be alright, you just need to gain a little more control over your new arm and become stronger,” The King assured. Link rolled his eyes.

“Not to be rude, but I don’t think you know what I’m going through right now, Goa–” Link started, only to be interrupted by Rauru.

“Call me a goat again, see what happens,” He said, and it made Link look up for the first time. There was a serious look in Rauru’s eyes, but there was also a smile on his lips and a hint of… playfulness in his voice. And it sparked something within Link, who was usually known for being a menace with his childlike behavior from time to time. While Link hadn’t had the best of days so far, he couldn’t resist the little challenge in that sentence as a smirk tugged at his lips.

“Or what? I don’t think there’s much you can do as a ghost, you know… Goat Man,” Link said while putting his hands on his hips. Rauru shook his head while giving him a once over. The boy in front of him was naked except for an old skirt and some wear-down sandals, and he decided to push his luck? He had to give it to Link, he was courageous.

“Well… I did warn you,” He said, before making a single move with his arm. Link immediately felt, and saw, his new arm react to it, and before he knew it he was laying down on his back, his new arm attached to a boulder. Wait what.

“H-hey! Wha– how did you do that?!” Link cried out in surprise, tugging at his arm to free himself. Nothing, it didn’t budge at all. Rauru chuckled at that, kneeling down next to him. “Did you, perhaps, forget that this arm once belonged to me? I may no longer have a physical body, but that doesn’t mean I no longer get to control it. At least, control it enough to do that,” He said, casually pointing to Link’s position.

“... And why exactly did you do ‘that’?” Link managed to ask, raising one eyebrow at the former King. This earned another chuckle.

“Because you dared to challenge me, and you really need to smile more,” Rauru said, before using both his ghostly hands to dig into Link’s sides. The Hylian let out a strangled gasp and tried to hold his laughter, one of his arms immediately reaching down to grab Rauru’s wrist, only for his hand to go straight through it. Oh that was so unfair.

“W-wait! No stop! Hohohohow?! You’re a damn ghohohost!” Link almost growled as he fought to hold back his frantic giggles, his free hand hitting the air where the ghost was sitting. And for the first time Rauru grinned widely at him.

“Who do you think you’re talking to, boy? I have been here for much longer than you can imagine, I do have some tricks up my sleeve. Besides, I was sitting on a stone earlier without falling through it, you really should have noticed,” He smiled, moving his large hands up and down Link’s flanks. The ghostly touch was feathery light, and it made Link’s skin tingle wherever it got touched.

“Bwaahahaha! S-stohohop! Dohohon’t tihihihickle mehehehehe!” Link had no chance of holding back his laughter any longer. His skin was on fire because of the phantom tickles, and a blush spread on his cheeks. He had been ticklish for as long as he could remember, and while Zelda discovering this little fact had been one of the happiest moments of his life, right now it was biting him in the ass.

“Oh but I strongly feel like you need this,” Rauru countered, moving his hands under the swordsman’s arms. Link let out an undignified shriek and burst into loud laughter, his arm immediately wrapping around himself. This, however, did nothing to stop Rauru, although it felt weird to squish a ghost’s hand.

“NOHHOHOHOHO STOHOHOHOP! IHIHIHI’LL KIHIHIHILL YOU!” He cried out while thrashing on the ground, realizing a little too late it was probably a stupid thing to threaten him. How did one kill a ghost in the first place? None of his thoughts mattered as the ticklish sensations continued to bombard his brain, sending him into a helpless fit of renewed laughter.

“Oh? Kill me, hm? Did you also forget that I’m a ghost? And how exactly are you going to kill me if you can’t even get up from the ground, Sir Giggles?” Rauru asked with a teasing smile, scribbling his ghostly nails a little faster into his armpits. When Link couldn’t properly threaten him anymore due to laughing too fast, he pulled his hands away to grant the boy a break. “Ohoho fuck… ahaha… you suhuhuck!” Link whined with a giggle, panting slightly as he caught his breath. Stupid goat. The King let out a laugh at that and shook his head again.

“Even in this position you’re still throwing insults, huh? Guess you don’t know when to quit, although that seems to be a positive side of you,” Rauru said, earning another eye-roll of the Hylian. He took a moment to take another good look at the Hylian in front of him, especially his shoulder and chest. While it had only been a few hours, Link’s body had already completely absorbed and adjusted to the new arm, despite Link not having full control over it yet. Link didn’t look tall or strong or intimidating, but his ability to adapt and overcome was his true strength. Rauru was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of giggling, only then noticing that his claw was gently tracing the dark lines on his chest and ribs.

“Stohohop! Dahahamn you gohohohoat! Thahahahat tihihickles!” Link cried out in protest, embarrassed about the fact that a simple, light touch was enough to make him burst into giggles. Rauru noticed and smirked.

“My my, you really are ticklish, huh? This is enough to make you laugh? What if an enemy learned of your sensitivity, however would you survive?” Rauru teased, speeding up his fingers to really tickle him. Link cackled and threw his head back, attempting to wiggle his new arm side to side to try and dislodge himself from the boulder. However, whenever he got close to freedom, Rauru snuck his claws into his helpless underarm and tickled him until he lost concentration. The tips of his ears were red from both laughter and blushing at the teasing.

“Yohohou’re– AHAHAHA! You’re kihihihilling meehehehe! Lehehet me uuuuhuhuhup!!” He shrieked, once again reaching for one of Rauru’s hands with his free arm. Before he managed to do so, though, he felt his wrist being pinned.

“Hm, should I let you up? I might need to think about this for a while longer,” The King pretended to consider it, while raking his claw up and down Link’s taut stomach. If Link had been laughing and struggling before, it was nothing in comparison. The knight let out a roar of laughter while arching his back, kicking his legs wildly as he tugged at both his arms. Zelda loved to randomly tickle his stomach, since it was his most ticklish spot and it would send him into a giggle-fit if caught off guard. He usually never fought back, because he enjoyed being tickled, but now he was fighting for his life.

“PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T! IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” Link howled with laughter, yet genuinely looked happy as he had a massive smile on his face. While Rauru was starting to feel a little sorry for him, he couldn’t help but smile at the expression and decided to keep going for a little while longer. When Link no longer had the energy to struggle and was simply laughing his heart out, Rauru finally pulled away.

“Now, I hope this taught you a little lesson. Are you done sulking?” Rauru asked with a smirk as he moved his hand, releasing Link from the boulder. The knight didn’t move and let out a huff, yet still smiled.

“I guess… thanks, Rauru,” He mumbled with a blush. The King blinked, before smirking a little wider.

“You take a minute to recover from this vicious attempt to kill you,” He playfully jabbed, earning another huff from the Hylian. “I’ll be waiting at the next Shrine for your arrival. Oh, and Link?” He said, turning around to face the knight, who had stood up.

“Hm?”

“I gave you that arm for a reason, you know. I truly believe you will manage.” He said with a smile, before vanishing. Link stood there for a moment, carefully considering those words, before moving on towards the next Shrine. Yet this time he wore a smile and a look of determination.

#Legend of Zelda #Tears of the Kingdom #totk #Link #Rauru #Tickle fic #Tickling

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aurathian · 4 months

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3 sentence sonru fic NOW ‼️

He knows of Hylia; heard of her in prayers, holy books, stone monuments, and in each depiction she is otherworldly and ethereal and never to be reached by mortal or even godlike hands--this is what Rauru believed.

Until he met her.

Sonia, whom he watches pray to the statues of Hylia; Sonia, who dances with the Zonai children around fires; Sonia, who he believes is the embodient of Hylia herself, in all her unreachable perfection; Sonia, who now lays before him as sundelions, shedding eternal light where there is none.

#sonru #sonia #rauru #hyylia #totk #thanks alecia :)#hope you like :)#:)#3 sentence fic #request

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skitter-kitter · 10 months

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“I have her Secret Stone. You used it to propose to her.” Ganondorf’s smile didn’t waver. “Doesn’t that make us engaged?” “No?” Despite the danger he knew he was in, Rauru couldn’t help the derision that rose up when he thought about being married to the Demon King. “I would never marry you.” Ten years into their imprisonment, Rauru and Ganondorf’s relationship shifts from pure, ferocious hatred into something gentler.

#skitty fics #ganauru #ganondorf #totk rauru #totk spoilers #totk ganondorf #rauru #king rauru #these two are very fun to write #the most toxic relationship of all time

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justapixelthing · 5 months

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Me: Puts a tiny bit of angst into a wholestome lovestory. Also Me: Immediately has to balance it out with some sillyness.

Proof? Have a Wip:

“Thank you, Mineru. I’m sorry for bothering you with my problems.” “You never bother me, little brother! Now let’s look at this situation. So you love her. You know for sure. And she returns your affection, but isn’t willing or able to tell you that she loves you?” “Exactly. And she didn’t want to see our relationship as one yet. Or rather she didn’t want to put a name to it. She said so herself. But then she kisses me and hugs me and looks so warm and happy…” He couldn’t stop recalling these moments. “Her warmth, her soft lips… One time when she showed me this affection, I became so overwhelmed! My body felt as if it was burning! I had to face away from her… I don’t know what overcame me, but-” “Oh Rauru! I know now.” Mineru showed a nervous smile. “I didn’t think I would still have to hold this conversation with you at this age, but I think I know what happened.” “What? What do you mean, sister?” “Well…” Mineru had to think about how to explain it. “You see it’s like the birds and the bees. When a boy really likes a girl it can happen that-” “It’s not that Mineru!” He shouted, his face as red as possible. “I know what you mean and that’s not what happened! I did not! No no no!” The fact this even came up, made him feel very embarrassed. “I don’t even know how I would hide that! I would die on the spot!"

Part of the upcoming chapter of Becoming Royalty - a Sonia and Rauru tale

#becoming royalty #writing wip #sonia x rauru #mineru #work in progress #wip #pixel writes #totk #tears of the kingdom #tloz #fic wip

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flickerintwilights · 9 months

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glow in the dark

rated T / pre-canon / 2k words

Mineru & Rauru, hurt/comfort, hurt, blood and injury (not too graphic)

(excerpt) Mineru turns east along the other side of the wall. She looks around through the dim light, radiated in soft waves from the brightseeds high above her, extending her spirit slightly to get a sense of what lies beyond her body’s eyes. More trees, more stones, more fireflies, more flowers. The only semblances of a spirit she comes into contact with are drifting poes. No Rauru.

From up ahead, a faint roar wavers the air.

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Mineru wasn’t surprised when he wandered off, despite her best attempts to assure him that he wouldn’t have to wait long for her to finish up and there were plenty of points of interest in the general locale of the Factory, anyway, for him to look around at. She knows Rauru doesn’t particularly like the Bargainers — but there is the Wellspring of Courage, and there are plenty of constructs for him to talk to.

But her idea of interesting has always been slightly offset compared to his. After all, he’s never really liked the dark.

She assumes, based on her past knowledge and experiences, that Rauru decided going off to explore would be better than hanging around the factory with only its aimless poes and busy constructs (and her) for company. Like when he first went down to the surface. That time he got lost in the Faron jungle by accident, and a short while after he went into the northwestern mountains with nothing but his winter fluff and some ruby-crafted bracelets.

The margin of difference here, compared to those scenarios, is that it is the Depths and not the surface — one less undeniably alive than the other. Not to mention darker. Therefore, to Rauru: less interesting.

According to that line of thought, the more concerning detail was that he wasn’t back by the time she had completed her objective with the constructs. (It was only the examination of a new prototype crafter construct; they’d needed her to have a more accurate look at the functioning of the new spirit core. He could have waited, there was nothing more she would have had to do.)

So now Mineru has to find her little brother. This has happened before.

Currently, she’s south of the Left-Arm Depot. A steward had designated a few low-level soldier constructs to go look elsewhere. There’s no trail, except for one newly sprouted brightbloom she passed by near the pools, but he can’t have gone too far.

“Rauru!” she calls out, to the same quiet. Her voice sinks into the stone wall to her left and hangs in the still air. The specks of spirit continue their endless drifting, undisturbed, without wind.

Mineru turns east along the other side of the wall. She looks around through the dim light, radiated in soft waves from the brightseeds high above her, extending her spirit slightly to get a sense of what lies beyond her body’s eyes. More trees, more stones, more fireflies, more flowers. The only semblances of a spirit she comes into contact with are drifting poes. No Rauru.

From up ahead, a faint roar wavers the air.

Mineru turns toward it, slowing. Frox are a rare presence in the Depths, mostly driven away from the mines by Zonai warriors long ago. This one must have survived somehow, perhaps a fled child grown to adulthood in the furthest reaches of the Depths, beyond the willingness of her people to seek out.

One this close to the Spirit Temple, and the Construct Factory by extension, is… worrying. The roar itself as well — Frox roar for intimidation, when they see prey —

A cry. Short, cut off, muffled like it’s coming from underwater. Rauru, and the realization hits her like a speartip through the chest so she’s running— sprinting over the stone and it feels slow and wrong and not enough. The Frox roars again. Even from a distance, Mineru feels the stone shiver under her all too solid feet.

Rauru. Rauru is in pain, crying out, and he’s her little brother. She can’t— he can’t—

He shouts, half-strangled and breaking, and light shatters between curled ferns. It’s a futile burst, a desperate attempt at a distraction, and in a second it’s obscured by a massive silhouette that gleams dark on one side — those must be the Zonaite deposits, and on the other side its rearing teeth catch a fragmented splinter of light —

“Rauru!” she screams. The sound rips through the blue-flecked air, almost as if it could reach him, until the stone subsumes it into its depths.

He doesn’t hear her.

Mineru stumbles over a descent in the rock, a cut into the landscape, and she doesn’t see its jaw slam down. She hears a scream.

She pushes herself up, the ordinarily gentle quiet of the Depths replaced by her heartbeat suffocating her ears, forward out of the shallow rift onto the field. The Frox’s obsidian skin is visible now, where it pulls in the light. The curled ferns loom tall over her head.

Rauru is lying crumpled at one of their bases, shirt torn and bloody, fur matted. His right arm is half-draped over the stem at the wrong angle. It doesn’t compute; her mind rejects, flinching, stuttering to a stop. That isn’t how it should be.

The Frox lumbers toward him, predator to prey. It thinks he’s, is he—

Mineru wrenches her gaze away from the arm that grates wrong wrong wrong into her head and sees it, instead. Looming over him, its fangs lifting. Its malignant green eye, starkly vivid against the darkness, stares down at his broken form. His eyes flicker open weakly. It’s the same flash of blue that she’s always known, but its light is faded, dull as the secret stone on his hanging wrist.

It—

She hurls herself forward with a snarl that tears itself out raw and ugly and wordless from her chest, choking, bleeding.

The Frox jumps around to face her with something like surprise in its eye — surprise that something would dare to attack, would dare to come for a broken body with a single thread left for life — not before she remembers the zonaite deposits on its back and reaches out with her spirit and feels the veins of stone and something else that run alongside its blood to its heart.

Her secret stone flares purple from her neck. Her third eye snaps open, and

then she is only (all) spirit, her vision tinged in shades of purple and blue-green. The rest of her senses are sharper, the mess of sounds and sensations cluttering them faded into white noise. Her body is beginning to fold without her, the essence that links it all together, but she’s already moving effortlessly compared to it — borne on the particles of spirit that drift through the Depths and flow in intangible currents beyond normal sight. Faster than a heartbeat.

Zonaite’s unique properties are the result of its being laced and veined with spirit particles, absorbed from years upon years of heavy saturation from the Depths environment. She is intimately familiar with this fact. Working with her people’s technology, built almost entirely from zonaite, has given her countless opportunities to make use of her ability with spirit.

Mineru has never used it for anything other than research before.

But it’s so easy to reach through the wells and flows of spirit in the Frox’s zonaite deposits. And it’s so quick, something of instinct more than rational thought — it hurt Rauru. Her little brother is wounded and bleeding and barely conscious on the ground, and she cannot let him die. He doesn’t want to die. He’s living.

She traces the veins of zonaite through its flesh and out into the others, finds the weak points in each structure and pushes and strains outward at them with her spirit. Simultaneously, the spirit energy in the stone responds to her presence. So she gathers it, tightens it, until it has nothing else to do than—

—burst.

Finally, the zonaite shatters.

The shards of stone exploding outward in every direction don’t touch her, but the sudden release of spirit particles from the stone does, though it only appears as a brief scattering of blue-green dust. The shards of stone don’t touch her, but they do tear into the Frox’s flesh from the inner veins, shrapnel ripping through organs and blood vessels.

It roars, a high keen of pain slipping through the cracks in the sound. A part of her is bothered by the sound; death is not the same as suffering, after all, and Rauru has always been the monster hunter between them. But the rest, the greater part, takes the thought of Rauru and holds it close. This is the only way.

At the same time the Frox’s body is convulsing, ripping itself apart without the seal of zonaite deposits over its back, hers hits the ground. It’s good timing; a larger fragment of zonaite lances through the air where her head had been. Lucky, really. She hadn’t taken the time to consider that outcome when she went to move.

The Frox’s thick-padded limbs crash to the ground. Dark blood runs in thin rivulets down its skin. Its spirit, more a thing of smoke and an inky silhouette than the souls that fill the Depths, bleeds out from the stilled body and wafts away into nothing.

Mineru turns away from it. Her body is lying on the ground in a slightly awkward position, but she’s used to reconfiguring herself to its weight — the bare presence of air on her fur and dust in her eyes.

She pulls herself up without grace, limb by limb. The Frox’s remaining bulk obscures Rauru from view until she rushes past it, in spite of the fact that she’s stumbling and hasn’t regained her bearings nearly enough. Her breathing is loud in her ears again.

Rauru is untouched, at least by her. She’d made sure of it, forcibly redirecting the shrapnel if it went anywhere near him.

It could have been a relief still to see proof. But he’s still on the ground, fur torn and darkened from so many wounds that maybe it wouldn’t even have made a difference. She can still see, when her secret stone glimmers and her vision is touched by faint washes of color, blue flecks drifting from his body into the dark.

No. No no no. He can’t do that.

The darkness of the environment remains when her secret stone goes still and Mineru drops down to kneel beside him. Take his hand in hers and feel for his pulse, although she’s never been good at getting it from that spot, because his neck is too badly bruised — then she lets go, because that’s his broken arm and she hates the way he twitches at the slightest shift to his hand.

She checks the other wrist, ghosting her fingers over it, so she can’t hurt him.

Thump, thump. He’s alive. Barely.

Mineru forces herself to look over his injuries. This close up she can see every contusion on his darker fur, and there are so many — the one around his left eye —

His eyes are a sliver open.

She stops short. They don’t seem to register anything at first, only the eyelashes flutter rapidly, but then his right eye blinks a little wider and she sees blue.

“Mi…Min…” Rauru manages at first. “‘ro‘s—”

“It’s dead,” she says, swallowing back a lump in her throat. “You’re going to be okay.”

He tries to move his arm, and a thin whimper slips out through his teeth. Mineru lays her hand over it lightly, then with more solidity as he releases a quivering breath at the touch.

“S…sorry.”

As gently as she can, in place of a response she doesn’t know if she can give, she presses her forehead to his. The lashes of their third eyes brush; Rauru’s stiff and halting, but he leans into it nonetheless.

Mineru lifts her head back. Rauru’s two eyes are closed; his chest rises and falls in slight trembles. She activates the small zonaite device on her wrist, and a beam of green light appears, running north towards the factory and the medical constructs waiting for a destination.

For a brief moment, it’s all too much like spirit green, zonaite green. (Green like the Frox’s eye.) But those are what so much of her life has always been colored by; the bile passes quickly. The light will be what gets them home.

In the meantime, she settles next to Rauru, and breathes alongside him in the quiet dark, and grasps his hand in hers.

#first and hopefully not last actual contribution to the mineru stans i know you’re out there #very glad i was finally able to complete a fic for her! she deserves it #totk mineru #king rauru #mineru #totk rauru #tears of the kingdom #totk #having a consistent format for fic posts? meh #i’m very proud of the banner but don’t expect one for every fic i post here lol #totk fanfic #totk fanfiction #my fic

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therealjammy · 1 month

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It’s been a good couple years since I’ve written fan fiction for Legend of Zelda but the stars and weather are aligning today and I have an itch:

Something something Zelda going back 10,000 years and being utterly frightened and anxious to get back to her time but finds comfort in how these complete strangers bend over backwards to assist her and make her feel welcome in an unfamiliar world

#personal #fic stuff #writing things #totk #maybe I’m just a sucker for kind characters like rauru and sonia

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newtabfics · 1 year

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Rauru x First Kiss

He watches the way you laugh and smile as you walk through the fields of Hyrule. Such beautiful flowers. Such a beautiful forest.

And it all paled when beside you.

He watched your cheeks flush as you looked down shyly. "Rauru, stop flattering me."

Rauru chuckled. "Ah. I said it out loud again, didn't I?"

You chuckled and nodded as he approached.

With a hum, he lifted you, practically sitting you like a child on his shoulder. Your squeak made his heart warm as he looked up at you.

"You are the light that shines within me," He said affectionately.

What he hadn't expected was reciprocation. It wasn't that he was anticipating a one-sided love, but up until then it was all playful flirting.

When your lips pressed against the corner of his mouth carefully, he fell harder and kissed you with fervor you happily responded in kind.

"And you, Rauru, are the light that guides me" You said gently, making his heart flutter as he immediately moved you from his shoulder to cradle and kiss you more affectionately.

You only mourned that he no longer set you on his shoulder, but that was for another day.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Tabby: I'm gonna say it, I didn't think with TOTK I'd be SIMPING for RAURU. SAGE OF LIGHT RAURU??? OLD MAN IN THE SACRED REALM RAURU??? NOPE HE.

#totk fic #totk fics #totk rauru #rauru totk #rauru x fem!reader #rauru totk fics #drabble

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themanicmagician · 11 months

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Summary: Rauru discovers he can still manipulate the arm he has given to Link, and does what he can to help the hero.

#rauru/link #rauru #link #totk #loz #totk fic #my fic

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aldrendaux · 3 months

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Chapter Summary: "An aftermath."

#tears of the kingdom #fic rec #legend of zelda #totk #totk link #loz link #queen sonia #king rauru #rudania #ruta #medoh #totk sages #mineru

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call-of-the-forgotten · 6 months

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This has nothing to do with the fic, but a small headcanon of mine for TOTK is that Rauru somehow started this chain of his little "thinking" pose (hand on the chin) down the line which leads to Zelda picking it up from her mother. Zelda always does this pose when thinking over something carefully (seen in AoC especially) and eventually, as her guard, Link picks up on it too. Even before he remembers her fully in BotW, he's doing this little pose for pictures. Just a cute little thought I had

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thecagedsong · 8 months

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So one take on TOTK’s ending I’ve seen quite a bit of is the idea that it deprived all dramatic weight from Zelda’s sacrifice and that she should have suffered the consequences of her choice (I.e. stay a dragon forever or come back as a dragon human hybrid). This strikes me as a shallow reading of the text and another example of how some people think punishment (or in this case “dying for a cause”) is the only viable ending for someone who made the choice Zelda made. It really rubs me the wrong way given all the development and tragedy she faced in both games. What are your thoughts?

There is something beautiful and tragic and meaningful about the stories etched upon our skin by powers beyond our control. I don't think the people that wish for Amputee Link or Dragon Zelda think that 'dying for a cause' is the only reward for sacrifice. It comes from the truth that most of us don't get to recover from the consequences of our actions the way characters in a story can. Which I absolutely get (one of my earliest fics was written to call out anime fanservice). To escape with no scars or signs that anything awful happened can feel unrealistic or like cheating in a world where we must bear the consequences of our actions. But is that really what happened?

First off is the Doyalist framework the story has to exist within. This is a video game for a major franchise that, while they are excellent at re-writing and ignoring their own canon, still needs to be available for future stories to be told through it. After all the emphasis botw placed on the 'goddess bloodline', if they were to kill Zelda, or even render her sterile, that puts a huge shadow over any future games they could make. You don't kill Harry in the Order of the Phoenix. The stories of Hyrule are far from over, even if this would be a satisfying end point for the timeline. Heck, there's no guarantee Link's not going to wake up in his underwear in a damp cave a third time, tbh. That's the reality of why Zelda had to return to her old body.

But does that mean that totk is a bad story? Does it render Zelda's sacrifices meaningless? Do these sacrifices only have meaning if she came back visibly changed?

I don't think so. Because the sacrifice was never about her body, it was always about her sense of self. "To become an immortal dragon is to lose ones' self" was the sacrifice that was demanded and that Zelda offered.

Guess what? She did have to leave Link to face Ganondorf without her. Zelda did lose all sense of herself for uncountable years. Zelda's memories, her sense of self, was stripped away from her and scattered across all of Hyrule.

It was only because Link loved her enough to collect the pieces of who Zelda was, only because he was able to understand them through the gift of Rauru's arm, and only because both Sonia and Rauru consigned themselves to living as spirits for as long as Zelda was a dragon, that Zelda's sense of self was returned.

It may feel like cheating, or maybe unearned, that Zelda got her body and sense of self back with no visible changes. But how many times have other people stepped in to help shoulder the consequences of your actions? How many times did your parents step in when you made a mistake, to give you another chance?

You ever leave the fridge open as a kid, and accidentally spoil all your food? In a family where money is tight, Mom and Dad might have to sacrifice eating full meals for a while so that their children can eat. That sacrifice is a form of love. If the neighbor hears about it (thin walls) and brings over some casseroles they took from their food stores, that took a few hours to make, does that diminish the parent's sacrifice for their kids? The consequences of that sacrifice, going hungry, have gone away because someone else stepped in.

The mistake was Rauru and Sonia's, letting Ganondorf in and not being strong enough to stop him. The sacrifice was Zelda's, her mind/memories/self. The intercessors are Rauru, Sonia, and Link, unwilling to let Zelda bear the full weight of her sacrifice.

Yes, we live in a world where we often do not get to walk away from the consequences of our sacrifices/choices unscathed. But we also live in a world where, every once and a while, we do get to walk away with only internal changes. Almost always because other people were willing to sacrifice too. Your parents? your siblings? Your friends? Your god?

Zelda's hylian body is a reflection of the sense of self she regained. Of her agency as a character instead of as a mindless dragon/a living sacred site. Zelda's character arc ends with her accepting the sacrifice demanded of her by reclaiming her responsibility towards the people of her Hyrule, taking up the mantle of power and leadership once again. The fact that other people step in to blunt the weight of that sacrifice does not degrade how Zelda changed to get there or what she went through.

It's actually the conclusion of Rauru, Sonia's, and Link's arcs that they also sacrificed to support Zelda. Her arc pulls all the others to their conclusions. Zelda is the narrative gravity of totk. I can't call that bad writing.

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