#so of course zelda sent him back in time

[smilesrobotlover]

*head in hands* oot link is such a tragic character and it makes me so sad

#like everything about him was a lose/lose situation #he had to be a hero at 10 years old #and even tho he got aged up #he was still mentally 10 #so of course zelda sent him back in time #he didn’t quite understand what was happening #and having to go your whole life being judged and looked at weird simply because you don’t act your age? #or going through life not aging mentally in a natural way? #I imagine that that would screw everything up #and so yeah going back in time to age naturally was good #but then there’s majoras mask and the whole idea that nobody believes him #I mean. they believed him when he called out ganondorf #but having a 10 year old tell you about the moon falling and giants stopping it and all that #I’m sure a lot of people thought he was crazy when he wasn’t #not to mention he probably was no longer mentally 10 in mm since he not only went through all that trauma #but also was stuck in a time loop #and to top it all off. all the people. all the friends he made #were either gone or don’t remember him #because they never had the relationship he had in the adult timeline #poor oot link :( #and this isn’t to blame zelda at all #I cant imagine how hard it’d be for HER having to send him away #where she’ll never see him again when she def cared about him #just. agh #a lose/lose situation like I said #smiles rambles

[golvio]

i dont really know how to word it, but ganondorfs speech after his rehydration about reshaping the world, crushing opposition, as a king does. i just went "oh so like rauru but hes being more honest and less nice about it."

Yeah, like...the story's mostly uncritical nationalism, but there are certain lines that stand out that I interpret as Ganondorf's existence being a natural consequence of Rauru taking power. Not just as plain, mundane secular politics, but as the universe trying to rebalance itself after Rauru's attempt to build a perfect world by suppressing things like monsters and the blood moon that were a natural part of the world but he nevertheless saw as undesirable.

Take Jerrin's line about the Horned Statue, for instance:

"As there is the Goddess of light, then it follows that she would have an opposite—the horned god. Like light and dark, one cannot exist without the other—their power manifests through the other's existence."

The Horned God wasn't originally the opposite of Hylia. That role would be better suited by an entity like Demise. However, there's a certain implication that, in the absence of a competing counterforce, certain entities eventually emerged in response to Hylia's existence or were shaped by the consequences of her actions to occupy that niche. Jerrin's tone makes this process of opposition sound inevitable.

And then there's the Depths being a mirror image of the surface, a little like ALTTP's Dark World or ALBW's Lorule. The terrain of the Depths is an inverted version of the surface's terrain. The Lightroot names are even the names of the Shrines spelled backwards, and are in the exact same locations as their aboveground counterparts. As above, so below. And although the Depths were Ganondorf's prison, they eventually became his home and the metaphorical womb-of-the-earth where he could be nurtured back to health and reborn. As their ruler, he, too, is a mirror image of someone above: first Rauru, and later his descendants, culminating in the current Zelda.

As Rauru was the self-proclaimed King of Light, it would stand to reason that there would eventually be a King of Shadow who took charge over the things the King of Light refused to touch. Both the monsters and the blood moon, which IIRC existed well before Ganondorf took on the crown if Rauru and Mineru built the shrines to suppress them before the events of Zelda's memories, fall under the Demon King's dominion. And then there's that one theory that Ganondorf might be the Sage of Shadow, which made me literally say "oh shit" to myself because that was the one element that was missing from Rauru's stable of pals compared to the seven sages of Ocarina of Time. Of course Mr. Light-Must-Dominate-At-All-Times wouldn't want a Shadow guy around, even if they were an absolutely loyal secret-keeper and professional warcrimes-mess-cleaner-upper like Ocarina of Time's Impa.

But also...Rauru wasn't just "a king." The narrative presented him as the absolute monarch over the nation, literally sent by the gods to rule. He's elevated so far above "the common people" that even the leaders who aren't part of his Important Royal Bloodline are presented as faceless and subservient, always wearing masks in his and Zelda's presence and never giving their own names, as who they are isn't as important as their oath to serve the king. However, there cannot be absolute power without the capacity to abuse said power. No matter how "nice" the guy currently in charge is, systems of absolute divine-right monarchy are problematic by nature and inevitably create conflict. Ganondorf was the other side of the coin of absolute kingship, the uncomfortable truth lurking in the background, never outright said but always felt. It's kind of why a lot of our ancestors got together and agreed the whole "divine-right monarchy" thing wasn't a great idea.

#legend of zelda #loz thoughts #totk thoughts #totk spoilers #tears of the kingdom spoilers #rauru #ganondorf #maybe i'm too into elden ring's backstory to the point where i compare every open world game to it #but those are my personal thoughts on the matter

[twilghtkoo]

late night soju chat

summary. in which, haechan has been coming home late the past few days because of work and you’ve been up every time he returns.

pairings. haechan x streamer!reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship, idol!au

warnings. reader is drinking (legal), i also do not know the gaming/streaming lingo that well so (･_･;

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“oh yeah! i’m really excited for the legend of zelda tears of the kingdom.. the sequel to breath of the wild.” you answer to the viewer who commented asking if you preordered the game yet. “i did get the collectors edition though, first, i thought i shouldn’t, but i ended up getting it.” you take another shot of soju easily, the liquid going down your throat as you tilted your head back in a quick motion.

user omg yes the inclusions are so pretty!!

user i’d get it just for the art book cus link <3

the digital clock by your monitor reads 2:15. the chat already pointed out how they can tell you’re tired, but you told them you can manage and wait.

“chat, strawberry soju and the strawberry milkis is so dangerous. it literally tastes like a fruit punch or the pink starburst.” you exclaim, finishing pouring a bit of the flavored milk and yogurt drink into the shot of the soju.

user don’t drink sm!!

user soju is so good oml

you scoff, “guys this is like my third one, don’t worry!” you attempt to assure the chat. you’ve done a few streams drunk, and thankfully those times you were under the influence, your boyfriend was watching and about two doors down. one time you fell asleep on your chair, and you fell asleep for a good fifteen minutes til haechan came to the rescue and ended the stream for you.

user where’s haechan when we need him

user i’m so tired lmao

user when are u dropping merch

“haechan should be on his way home,” you reply to your screen. “he’s gonna be super tired so i’ll end it when he gets here.” haechan’s schedule has been hectic these past few days, leaving in the early mornings and coming home late at night. he’s told you that you don’t have to wait up for him and to go ahead and sleep, not wanting you to stay up for him. but you barely see him throughout the day, so you’d like to greet him when he walks through your door. finally, kissing his lips and hugging him tightly, rubbing his tense muscles.

you're looking through the art book and showing chat a few pages that had you squealing. a game that you've been playing since you were a child, it was definitely your number one favorite and you're glad your followers are finding interest and are even up at this hour with you.

user i can't believe nintendo sent this to u early D: that's such a big thing yn im so happy for u!!!!

you smile after taking another shot. "thank you user, i know, when i saw the big ass box in my mail i was over the fucking moon. and i was holding myself back from opening it as soon as i got it, but i decided to wait and open it with you guys." you told your viewers honestly, preparing another shot.

user oh i can't wait for ur tears of the kingdom gameplay !!

user aye lemme get a sip

"user thank you for the 1,000 bits!"

your house was pretty quiet, of course, at this hour of the night. but past your headphones you heard rustling from outside your streaming room door. you moved your headphone off one ear to listen in.

you slightly gasped into your mic, with a grin. "chat i think haechan just got hoooome!" you took the shot that you had prepared earlier.

"this is so good," you hummed quietly.

user haechan is hoooome

user my fav couple <3

"haechan? baby?" you called out.

you hear a few sounds going off in your headphone, mostly being subs and cheers asking about haechan and some about you.

"yn? babe, you're still up?" you hear haechan from the hallway and his footsteps coming closer, he knocks on your door before peeking his head through the cracked door.

"hello handsome, i missed you." you greeted him from your gaming chair, holding out your arms for him to walk into them so you could embrace him. he drops his leather bag by the door and immediately takes the steps to you with a tired smile. he was dressed in the same clothes he was in when he left in the early morning.

he groans softly in your hold, you squeeze his frame and rub his back soothingly, trying to offer as much relief from his tiring day.

user haechan!!!

user YOOOO

user aww look at them :(

he acknowledges that you are streaming but he doesn't hold back on showing you affection. he nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. "i told you you don't have to wait up for me."

you continue to softly rub his back, "i know, but i wanted to to see you."

"are you still gonna stream?" he has a feeling you won't and that you'll turn it off and go to bed with him.

you shake your head, pulling away from the hug you look up at him.

"no, i just turned it on a few hours ago and decided to just chat with my followers until you got home, i'm about to end the stream now." you tell him and glance over at the screen to keep up with the comments.

user hi haechan

user haechan we tried to tell her

user we were baysitting for u

user HAECHAN SAY HI

he looks at your desk set up. "damn, baby. drinking on the clock? that's why your cheeks are a bit rosy." he teases, pointing at the almost empty bottle of soju, his other free hand holding yours.

you shrug, "i was thirsty."

you giggled, "chat says hi, say hi back to chat." you continued, pointing at the flowing of comments.

the top half of his face was cut off by the camera since he was pretty tall and he was standing, he crouches down a bit and waves at the cam.

"hi everyone, thank you for watching yn and thank you everyone for staying up with her."

you smile at him interacting with your viewers before starting to poke his sides. "can i get a kiss first and then i'm going to turn this off."

he effortlessly cups the side of your face gently and leans in to press his lips against yours, his thumb caressing the soft skin of your rosy cheeks and he pulls away.

you wet your lips as you turn with your chair to focus on chat.

haechan is still standing beside you but he reaches for the soju bottle and easily gulps down the last of it before putting it back on the desk.

"okay guys, like i said earlier, i planned on ending this stream when haechan got home. so i'm going to go now, good night everyone and thank you for watching and staying up with me. bye!"

user goodnight yn and haechan!!

user aww goodnight

user goodnight

user night yn :)

he waves with you before the stream ends. he drags you out of your streaming room after you turned everything off properly, walking with you tiredly, hand in hand, to your shared bedroom. ready to sleep in all afternoon with you in his arms, because tomorrow he finally has a rest day. and he wants nothing more than to be with you.

#yeow6n #haechan fluff #lee donghyuck #nct fluff #haechan #haechan drabbles #haechan imagines #nct dream #haechan x reader #nct dream fluff #nct drabbles #lee haechan #soft haechan #nct haechan #haechan short drabbles #haechan scenarios #boyfriend!haechan #haechan fic #haechan imagine #haechan oneshot #lee haechan fluff #nct scenarios #nct fic #nct x reader #nct drabble

[lemoncrushh]

Tattooed Heart - Part III

SUMMARY: You are a cocktail waitress at a swanky lounge. Harry comes in one night, and you instantly dislike him. But another encounter eventually changes your opinion.

PAIRING: Waitress Y/N x Artist/Tattoo Artist Harry

TROPES: Enemies to Lovers

MUST BE 18+ TO READ

WORD COUNT: 5k+

STORY PAGE

Working the breakfast shift had its advantages. While it was the busiest time of the day at the cafe, you were grateful that it took your mind off other things - like Harry Styles for one. You were excited about your date with him that evening, but you were also nervous as hell. Working nights at Zelda’s hadn’t left you much time for a social life. In fact, the last date you’d been on had been nearly six months ago, and while the guy had been nice, and the evening had been pleasant enough, there had been no sparks or chemistry between you, and you never ended up seeing him again. Shae called you a social hermit, claiming you worked too much and needed to have more fun. But the truth was, you just hadn’t met anyone that you felt was worth your time.

Another thing that was good about having the breakfast shift, was that you had time for a quick nap before you had to start getting ready. Exhausted, you wondered how you would have made it through to the evening if you hadn’t had the extra time for a snooze. Your feet were killing you, your back ached, and you were pretty sure you smelled of coffee and maple syrup. Opting for sleep before a shower, you crawled into bed, out like a light.

You woke up to the buzz of your phone. Picking it up, you noticed you’d been asleep for two hours. But it was the text that sent your heart aflutter.

Hope you had a great day at work. I’m looking forward to tonight.

Smiling at the phone, you wondered again how and why this man already had this effect on you. Just a week ago you despised him. The mere thought of him would have had your blood boiling. But here you were, about to spend an evening in his presence. And it thrilled you.

Thanks, work was hectic but good. Just took a nice long nap. I’m excited about tonight as well : ).

Setting your phone down as you rose from the bed, you quickly heard another buzz.

Excited! Phew, I’m so glad. I was worried you’d change your mind and cancel.

Of course not.

Good : ). See you at 7.

You took a long, thorough shower, making sure to get every crevice. You used your good shampoo, the one you’d bought at the salon weeks ago that smelled like coconut. As you lathered, you thought of Harry’s previous text. The one where he had been worried you’d cancel. He didn’t seem like the type of guy to have any insecurities. If you had canceled, he probably would have just gone about his day, maybe even have asked out someone else. But you had to admit, it felt a little nice knowing he was relieved you hadn’t.

Stepping out of the shower, you dried off and applied your favorite lotion, making sure to use a little extra in the areas where you’d shaved. You weren’t sure exactly why you were making such an effort. While you weren’t against the idea of sleeping with someone on the first date, you didn’t always do it. And there was never a guarantee. However, this guy…

You had just stepped into your shoes and were putting on your earrings when your phone announced another text.

On my way. Should be there in ten.

How long had you been daydreaming? Was it time for him already?

Running a brush through your hair one last time, and making sure your makeup looked alright, you walked out into the living room where Shae surprised you.

“Hey, look at you!” she exclaimed. “I love that dress!”

“Hi, I um…didn’t know you were home.”

“Only just. About to hop in the shower.”

“A date?” you asked.

“Yup. Brian’s picking me up in thirty minutes. Looks like you have one, too.”

The color rising in your face, you gave a quick shrug. You hadn’t planned on telling Shae about Harry. At least not yet. If things didn’t go well, you’d just have more reason to talk bad about him later. But if things went well…you figured Shae would want all the juicy details. And you weren’t in the mood for the prelude discussion.

“Awesome!” cheered Shae before embracing you. “You deserve a night out. Who is it? Someone from the cafe?”

“Uh, yeah. Something like that.”

“Oh, that’s so cute! See, things are working out for you!”

You gave a sheepish grin and a nod. Looking down at her phone, Shae squeaked.

“Shit, I gotta go shower! If you leave before I’m done, have a great night!”

Shae had barely shut her door and you heard the shower going when the doorbell rang. You breathed a heavy sigh at the close call. Which was probably a good idea because as soon as you pulled open the door, your breath caught in your throat again.

“Hi,” he grinned. Damn if he didn’t look good.

“Hi.”

“You look great.”

“Thanks, so do you,” you smiled, unable to tear your gaze from him. “I’d um…invite you in, but my roommate’s in the shower, and her date is gonna be here any minute.”

While you weren’t sure why that mattered, you didn’t wanna make things more awkward. Plus it was a good excuse to leave.

“No worries,” said Harry. “We should probably get going anyway. We have reservations.”

“Oh. Perfect.”

Grabbing your purse from the counter, you shut the door behind you, following Harry out to his car. When he opened the passenger side door for you, you noticed how good he smelled. This time it wasn’t the clean, soapy smell like at the cafe, but rather a nice, notably expensive cologne. You felt your mouth water as you climbed into the car.

“So, this restaurant,” you said once you were down the road, “is it by reservation only?”

“Mm, not particularly,” shrugged Harry. “I just happen to know the chef. So I got us a special table.”

“Ohh. Well…I feel special then.”

Harry gave you a sexy grin, sending chills down every extremity. Stopped at a red light, his eyes ran down your body and back up to your face. Suddenly self-aware, you licked your lips and swallowed hard. When the light turned green and Harry hit the accelerator, you looked out the side window and blew out a breath.

The restaurant was a quaint little building off a side street. Harry parked in the small parking lot in the back, quickly jogging around the front of the car to open your door. You thanked him as you climbed out, getting another whiff of his yummy cologne.

You felt his hand on your back as you entered the restaurant, the hostess greeting you. When Harry gave his name, she guided you both through the restaurant to a table in the back. Taking a seat, your eyes scanned the room, the warm lighting and Tuscan atmosphere, the instrumental jazz playing lightly. Within seconds, a man appeared, asking for your drink order. Harry leaned toward you, asking if you liked wine.

“Yes,” you smiled. “Whatever kind you like is fine with me.”

Harry then looked at the waiter, a nervous chuckle rising from his throat. “Whatever you recommend.”

“Certainly, sir. I can bring you a sample if you like.”

“Sounds great.”

When the waiter left, you raised your brows at Harry.

“Not as much a wine connoisseur as a tequila one?” You couldn’t help the jab.

Color rising in his face, he looked down at the table, then back at you.

“I dunno shit about tequila, either, Y/N. I admitted I was an asshole that night, okay?”

“So nothing was real? It was all fake? Was it even your birthday?”

“Oh, it was my birthday. And I had been seeing Nicolette. But everything else was phony. Or…fake as you said.”

“Even your friends?”

Harry chuckled. “They were probably the fakest part. I wouldn’t exactly call them my friends.”

“More like…acquaintances?” you asked.

“No, more like…I’d just met them that night.”

Your jaw dropped, and hadn’t it been for the waiter returning with your wine samples, you’d have pressed the subject further. But instead, you graciously accepted the wine, tasting it. It went down smoothly, and you nodded.

“This is delicious.”

Giving you a wink, Harry agreed and asked the waiter for full glasses. You watched as he poured the red liquid into your glass, announcing he’d be back momentarily to take your order. Once he was out of earshot again, Harry looked at you.

“How do you feel about Spaghetti Bolognaise?”

“Not sure I’ve had it,” you replied. “But sounds incredible.”

“It is. Carlo makes the best.”

“Carlo? From the tattoo shop?”

The corner of Harry’s mouth curled up into a lopsided grin. “You remember.”

“Well, I…” you cleared your throat, fingering the napkin in your lap, “I heard you say his name last night.”

“Yeah, he’s a faithful client of mine. And an amazing chef.”

“I see,” you nodded. “So, Harry…may I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything. It just depends on the question as to whether or not I’ll answer.”

“Fair enough,” you smirked. Leaning forward, you folded your hands in front of you. “Why did you go to Zelda’s that night?”

“I told you, it-”

“No, I know it was your birthday,” you interjected. “I mean…why Zelda’s? And why with those people? You obviously make a decent living. You have people who like and respect you, like Carlo. Why did you feel the need to be someone else?”

Harry let out a breath through his nose as he fumbled with his napkin, then took a sip of wine.

“Basically…it was a business deal gone bad. And I regret every bit of that night.”

“Are we ready to order?”

Startled, you looked up at the waiter who had seemed to pop up out of nowhere. You were grateful when Harry ordered for the both of you. You were speechless, Harry’s words rolling around in your brain.

“Y/N,” Harry addressed you when the waiter left. “I know I apologized already, the best way I knew how. But you have to know that I felt so horrible afterward, and I still do.”

“I don’t understand. What does a business deal have to do with me? Did they dare you to treat me that way or something?”

“No, not directly,” he shook his head. “It was…just an attitude that had developed…um, I guess I picked it up from hanging out with them.”

“But you said you’d just met them that night.”

“I had. But we’d been drinking since Happy Hour.”

Just then, a figure emerged from behind Harry, carrying two large dishes.

“Harry, my good man!”

“Carlo!”

You watched as Carlo set one of the humongous dishes in front of you, the other in front of Harry. The aroma was intoxicating, and your mouth watered more when Carlo added fresh cheese to the top.

“Carlo, I was telling Y/N here that you’re the best chef in town.”

“Oh, Mr. Styles flatters me,” beamed Carlo who then extended his hand to you. “Lovely to meet you, Y/N. Please enjoy.”

Your waiter returned once more with salads and fresh bread, asking if you’d like more wine or water. When the coast was clear, you finally dug into your feast.

“I take it Carlo thinks I can eat enough for four people,” you commented with a chuckle.

“He thinks everyone can,” laughed Harry. “And trust me when I say he will only be offended if you don’t take the leftovers home with you.”

“Oh fun. A date with a to-go box.”

Harry giggled, making you lift your gaze to him. You liked how his eyes squinted when he laughed, his dimples dipping deeply in his cheeks.

“I can honestly say, love, I wouldn't be offended either. It’s a lot of food.”

“Good. Because I don’t wanna waste any of it. This is f-ing amazing.”

“Told you,” Harry winked before shoving a forkful into his mouth.

You enjoyed the delicious meal and pleasant conversation until you circled back to the night you’d met at Zelda’s. It was obvious Harry was remorseful, but you were still curious as to what had brought on the horrible attitude.

“So how did you meet those guys?” you asked. “From the tattoo shop?”

“Oh, no,” Harry shook his head and took a sip of wine. “They were connections. From my art exhibit. And…from Nicolette.”

“Oh, so your girlfriend knew them.”

Harry frowned. “I wouldn’t call her that. But yes.”

“Hmm, and you wanted to shmooze them. To…get them to buy your art?”

Harry sighed, dropping his fork and lifting his napkin to his mouth. Then resting his wrists on the table, he looked at you pointedly.

“Nicolette’s a rich girl. Like ‘daddy’s money’ rich. I met her…well it doesn’t matter how or when…but she was basically like arm candy. I’ll admit that. I’m not proud of it, but I admit it. I reckoned she could help me meet people, get my name out there. And she did. She was able to help me set up an exhibit, and it went well. Then she mentioned she had these friends from New York that were only in town for the weekend, but they might be interested in purchasing some of my art. So we met up at their hotel and had some drinks. Then we had some more. Nicolette ended up texting her friend to join us, and she showed up with another chick. And before I knew it, Nicolette had let the cat out of the bag that it was my birthday. The guys insisted we celebrate at some place better than the hotel bar. That’s how we ended up at Zelda’s.”

“But I recall one girl saying you were buying. Why did you have to buy if it was your own birthday?”

“I was trying to close a deal. Simple as that.”

“And you figured if you play the asshole show-off they’d buy your art.”

Harry sighed again, resting his head in his hands. “I’m not proud of it, okay? I was pissed out of my mind. I’m not even a big drinker. Obviously you can tell that. I haven’t even finished this glass of wine yet.”

You grinned, lifting your own glass. “Neither have I.”

When Harry gave a half smile, you leaned forward. “Harry, it’s okay. I’m not trying to make you feel worse about it. You’ve already made it up to me. I was only curious. Because…honestly, ever since you helped me get a new job, you’ve been nothing short of fantastic. And that includes this evening…so far.”

Harry’s grin widened, a little twinkle in his eye. “I’m having a fantastic time, too.”

“Just one more question,” you said, twisting the spaghetti around your fork. “Did you end up selling your art?”

“No,” Harry snorted. “Turns out they didn’t have the money. Bigger phonies than I was.”

You covered your mouth with your hand, trying not to laugh.

“Go ahead,” Harry chuckled. “I deserve it.”

“It does make me feel a little better.”

“Believe me, I learnt my lesson. I’m just sorry I hurt you in the process.”

With a tight smile, you adjusted your napkin in your lap, then pushed your hair behind your ear. “Harry. What do you think would have happened if you and I had met in a different way?”

“I dunno,” he grinned, his eyes dancing as he stared into yours. “That’s what I’m hoping to find out.”

The evening air was cool, blowing a pleasant breeze across your skin that was much needed after the wine. You and Harry had ended up staying for a second glass, and as you walked to his car, you were starting to feel the small effects.

“Where to now?” Harry asked gleefully when he got behind the wheel.

“What do you mean?” you teased, knowing full well what he meant.

“Night is still young. I have nowhere to be.”

“Hmm. Can’t really go to my place.”

“Right, the roommate. Was she staying there for her date?”

You shrugged. “I never know with her.”

Harry chuckled. “Alright. We could go to mine.”

You turned in your seat to face him. “Is this how it’s gonna be, then? I forgive you, you take me out to a nice dinner, I sleep with you and I never see you again?”

“Well, you’ll still see me. I go to the cafe a lot.”

“Harry!” you playfully shoved him.

“I’m joking, Y/N! And no, that’s not how it’s gonna be. We don’t even have to go to my place. We can do whatever you want. How about a movie?”

You made a face.

“Okay, veto,” Harry chuckled. “What would you say to a walk? We could make a quick trip to my place to drop off the leftovers so they don’t spoil, then go for a nice walk. My flat isn’t far from the tattoo shop. We could stop by there if you like.”

“That actually doesn’t sound bad. It’s nice out, and I could walk off all that spaghetti I ate.”

“Alright,” Harry grinned, pulling out of the parking lot.

His apartment was in a tall building. One of those fancy ones with a garage and an elevator to take you up. He held your leftovers in one hand while his other hand held yours. He’d done it so nonchalantly too, like it was the most natural thing in the world. When you got up to the fourth floor, you’d already decided you liked how it felt.

“Let me just put these in the refrigerator,” he said when you stepped into his apartment.

“Okay. Mind if I use your restroom?”

“Of course, right there to your left.”

It was a tiny apartment, very compact, but also very clean. The only “mess” you noticed was a display of art supplies in the corner of the room as you crossed it to head to the bathroom. When you shut the door, you were greeted with a lovely painting of a moon reflecting on the beach. It was very serene. You wondered if Harry had painted it, until you noticed the HS initials in the corner.

He was leaning against his kitchen counter, looking down at his phone when you walked out. He looked up and smiled at you, shoving his phone into his back pocket.

“My turn.”

You perused his small apartment while he went to the restroom, most notably the easel in the corner you’d seen earlier. Propped on it looked to be a finished piece, though you weren’t sure. It looked to be another moon, though it was black and the background was white. The bottom of the moon appeared to be melting and at the bottom, the drops had made the shape of a heart.

“Alright, you ready?” you heard him ask, making you jump.

“Oh. Yeah,” you turned to see him. “This…this is gorgeous.”

“Oh. Thanks,” he said, stepping closer to you. “It’s not quite finished yet. It’s part of my moon series.”

“Ah, yeah, I saw the one in the bathroom. Beautiful. But…I really like this one for some reason.”

“It’s definitely more abstract than the other. I’m not sure how I feel about it yet.”

“Why not? I think it’s great. It would make a cool tattoo.”

Harry shrugged. “Maybe.” Then he reached his hand out to take yours.

As you strolled along the sidewalk, grateful you’d worn your flats instead of heels, you wondered why Harry had quickly dismissed your idea of the moon tattoo, but decided not to press. Maybe he was one of those artists who didn’t like their own work until it was completed.

“So how many art exhibits have you had?” you asked instead.

“Just the one so far. The gallery has some of my pieces there to sell. But I’m still trying to get my name out there.”

“How long have you been doing tattoos?”

“About…seven years?”

“Really?” you raised your brows. “Is that your favorite? Like, your true love?”

“Eh, I dunno,” Harry shrugged. “I mean, I love it. And it’s definitely a good creative outlet. And it pays the bills.”

“And you have a following,” you added.

“Yeah. But is it what I wanna do forever? Probably not. I know a lot of people kind of look down on tattoo art as not legitimate art. Just something to do ‘on the side’ or ‘until something better comes along’,” he said, using air quotes. “But it’s never been that for me. At least not until recently. The painting and drawing were usually my side projects. But now…I dunno. I reckon I’ve gotten a taste and I want more.”

“Well, for what it’s worth - which is probably not much because who the fuck am I? - I think you’re extremely talented. No matter what you choose.”

“Yeah?” he smiled at you. “Thanks, Y/N. It’s worth more than you know.”

Instinctively, you squeezed his hand, and he squeezed yours back.

“What about you?” Harry asked, surprising you.

“Me?”

“Do you have any hobbies? Anything you’re passionate about?”

“No. I’m pretty dull,” you sighed.

“I seriously doubt that.”

You laughed. “It’s true. Before I started working at Zelda’s, I used to like to read and write a lot.”

“What would you write?”

“Poems mostly. Song lyrics. An occasional short story.”

“What made you stop?”

You shrugged. “Just didn’t seem important anymore. Kinda silly.”

“Nothing about that is silly, Y/N. Did it make you happy?”

You looked up at his profile, the streetlamps casting shadows.

“Only when I had something worth writing about.”

Harry stopped then, giving you a grin. “You wanna go in?”

“Sorry?” you muttered before you realized you’d reached the tattoo shop, the closed sign in the door. “Oh. Yeah, we can do that?”

Harry chuckled. “Yes, love. I’m the owner.”

“Oh,” you blushed. “Right.”

Digging a key from his pocket, Harry unlocked the door, pushing it open. When you followed him inside, he pressed a few digits on the keypad, turning off the alarm. Finally, he switched on the lights, illuminating the lobby area.

“It’s so quiet,” you whispered.

“Yeah. But you don’t have to whisper, sweetheart,” mimicked Harry.

You giggled softly, covering your face with your hands. Once again, you couldn’t explain how or why Harry was affecting you this way. He just was.

“Would you like something to drink? Water? Soda?”

“Water’s fine.”

Harry walked around the back of the counter to the cooler where he retrieved two water bottles. Then handing you one, he gestured toward the back.

“C’mon. I’ll show you my station. I know you saw it already, but…”

“I was still paying attention, Harry,” you remarked.

“You were?”

“Yes.” You took a swig of water. “I was just being a bitch because I hated you.”

“Ouch,” Harry grimaced.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t really hate you. I hated who I thought you were.”

“I see. And who do you think I am now?”

Biting your lip, you considered his inquiry as you made your way around his tattoo chair.

“Someone I’m interested in getting to know better.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice somehow two octaves lower.

“Mmhm. Someone I really hope to spend more time with.”

“I like that.”

“And someone who’s already making me feel things I didn’t think I would feel.”

Stepping closer to you, so close you were almost touching, Harry gazed into your eyes.

“What kind of things?” he asked.

You swallowed hard. “Like…how bad I want you to kiss me right now.”

With just a tilt of his head, Harry slid his hand around your neck and covered your mouth with his. His lips were soft and warm, giving gentle kisses before he slid his tongue along your bottom lip. You let out a gasp as you eagerly allowed his access, your tongue meeting his. You heard a deep groan from him as he gripped your waist with his other hand. Your own hands had a firm hold on his biceps until you lifted one hand up to his hair.

“Y/N,” he breathed as his mouth began to travel down your jaw to your neck. “You drive me fucking crazy, baby.”

“I do?”

“Yes!” he growled, his teeth nibbling on your earlobe. “Ever since that first day at the cafe. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind.”

Astounded, you leaned back to look at him. His eyes were dark and wild, and if you didn’t have questions, you would have kept going, letting him do whatever it was he was doing to you.

“The day you got me the job?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, his voice raspy. “I know it sounds insane. I think I was attracted to you already. But when you looked at me when I handed you your umbrella…something happened. And you’ve been on my mind ever since.”

���Really?” your face softened.

“Mmhm,” Harry nodded, his eyes darting from yours to your mouth.

“Is it crazy that you’ve been on my mind too?”

“Absolutely mad,” he murmured before his lips found yours again.

As the kiss deepened, you felt Harry’s hands travel down your back. When he reached your ass, he squeezed it, pulling you flush against him. You could feel him beneath his pants, especially with just your thin skirt and panties covering you. You moaned against his mouth, earning one from him in return. When his fingers began to tug on the fabric of your dress, you didn’t stop him, wanting nothing more than to feel him touch you. And when you felt the cold chill of his rings against your bare skin as he lifted your skirt and cupped your bum, you almost came unglued.

“Ha-Harry…” you breathed when your lips separated.

“These are nice,” he smirked, his fingers running across the back of your panties. “Lace.”

You let out a nervous chuckle. “I’m glad you approve.”

“Mm, I do. Too bad we don’t need them.”

His gaze turned animalistic, and you nearly moaned out loud when he licked his lips and bit his bottom one. Then grabbing the sides of your delicate garment, he slid them down your thighs, letting them drop and pool down around your ankles.

“Whatcha got under there, baby? Hmm? A pretty pussy for me?”

You merely nodded, so incredibly turned on, you couldn’t speak. His hands slid up the backs of your legs and under your dress until his fingers found what he was looking for.

“So wet for me already,” he praised you. “Love it.” Then kissing you hard, one hand slipping around the front to get better access, he began to rub your clit. “I’m gonna make you even wetter, babe.”

“Holy fuck,” you threw your head back, your knees already threatening to buckle.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes,” you mewled.

“Do me a favor,” he instructed, pointing behind you, “and climb on that chair for me.”

“Harry…” you gasped. “We’re not…gonna…”

“Relax, sweetheart. I wanna lick you.”

If it was possible, Harry’s declaration made you soaked. With a little assistance from him, you sat on the tattoo chair. Then taking a seat in his own chair, he adjusted yours the way he wanted it before pulling you almost to the edge, causing your dress to hike up.

“Perfect,” he growled, sliding his hands up your thighs. “Now open those gorgeous legs and let them fall on either side.”

You did as he said, your bottom half completely exposed.

“Fuck, yes,” you heard him mutter before kissing your inner thigh.

You heard his chair squeak slightly as he scooted closer just before his breath blew across your pussy. Nearly coming up off the chair, you let out a whimper.

“Oh my God…please…”

“Please what, baby?”

“Put your mouth on it, Harry. I need it.”

You heard him make a sound that was a cross between a groan and a chuckle. But he didn’t oblige right away. Instead, he teased you some more with his fingers, running his thumb between your folds and back up. Then licking his pointer and middle finger, he placed them right over your clit, careful not to put too much pressure as he moved in circles.

“Harry…please…”

This time you did hear him give a sly chuckle, no doubt enjoying his play. Your thighs were already shaking and he hadn’t even used his tongue yet. Curling your toes, you whimpered more as he continued his teasing.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” he complimented, his eyes on you. “I can’t wait to do more things to this gorgeous pussy. But right now…I’m gonna eat you so good.”

You cried out as soon as his mouth covered your clit, sucking gently. You felt as though you could come already, but you wanted to savor the sensation. Releasing your clit, Harry used his tongue, moving in the same gentle circular motion. Grinding your hips, you urged him to go faster, harder. But he grabbed you, holding you beneath him, continuing his petting the way he wanted.

You began panting, desperate to feel his tongue do more. Finally, seemingly reading your mind, Harry flicked his tongue against you, and you cried out his name. You reached down and grabbed at his hair, needing him more. It was then that Harry decided to include his fingers again, slipping one, then two inside, pumping slowly but just the way you wanted.

“Oh God! Harry…right there, baby. Don’t stop….”

“Not gonna. You taste so good, Y/N,” he growled against your pussy, rubbing his mouth all around it, his facial hair scratching you. “Wanna make you come so hard.”

You felt your eyes roll back in your head then as his fingers continued their magic, hitting just the right spot as his tongue devoured your juices. You cried out his name once again, your nails raking through his hair as your legs trembled. Harry continued to lick you through your orgasm until you came down. Then sliding his fingers out of your pussy, he kissed it one last time.

Your breaths were heavy, shaky and uneven. And you were pretty sure you felt a stream of sweat between your breasts. You hadn’t come like that in…a long time. Too long.

With a hum, Harry pulled you up to a sitting position. You felt like a rag doll, boneless. Harry chuckled as he wiped his chin and looked at you.

“You alright, love?”

“Fuck, yeah,” you breathed.

“Good,” he beamed at you. “You are so sexy. I’ll be right back. We’ll get you cleaned up, and then I’ll take you home.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Don’t look so disappointed, baby,” he chuckled. “It’s late. And you’re worn out.”

“Hmm,” you nodded.

Placing a hand on your face, he cupped your cheek, then pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“When’s your next day off?”

“Tuesday,” you replied with glassy eyes.

“Perfect. Only three days away. Can I see you?”

You managed a smile and a nod. “Yes, of course. Maybe I can get my tattoo then?”

Harry laughed, a sexy low laugh that sent your heart aflutter all over again. Then he leaned in to kiss you.

“Maybe. We’ll see. I have other things in mind…”

Thoughts and feedback are appreciated :).

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fan fiction #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles smut #harry fan fic #harry fic #harry smut #harry fanfic #harry styles x reader #harry x reader #enemies to lovers #tattoo artist!harry

[hyde-nseek]

Link never liked attention.

Most of the time, he scraped by in classes and did just enough to move on in the academy. He was the son of everyone, but enjoyed his time alone on his loftwing. But after the Wing Ceremony, he gained more and more attention, first from Headmaster Kaepora (the only one who knew about the sacred sword choosing Link), then the rest of the knights, and eventually all of Skyloft. It became too much after rumors spread about him being the Youth from the Goddess's prophecy. "The Hero of Earth and Sky," they called him. That's when he and Zelda decided to start anew on the surface.

Link never liked attention.

Of course, Princess Zelda was a good friend, so he didn't mind her. But everyone else in Hyrule Town? He couldn't care less about. But when the Picori Festival arrived, things started to change. He set out to restore the Picori Blade, and along the way, he found friends. He even fused Kinstones! The whole town knew him and wanted to help him out however they could. It was too much for him. So after saving Zelda and sealing Vaati, he went into the woods to find some kind of peace and quiet.

Link never liked attention.

Looking back, someone else could have pulled the Four Sword and saved Zelda just as well. He shouldn't have volunteered to go to the sanctuary. Now, every fairy in Hyrule knew his name. They showered him in rupees and other gifts. It became too much for him. Sure Hylians were annoying, but fairies were so much worse. He never saw another fairy after his adventure. He kept himself company just fine, thank you very much.

Link never liked attention.

He enjoyed being just another Kokiri, living a normal life in the shadow of the Great Deku Tree. Instead, he was called by destiny to travel across time and the entire Kingdom of Hyrule. Everything depended on him, and everyone was watching. So when Zelda offered to send him back in time, he agreed.

No one in Termina knew his name, and he liked it that way. He could wear any kind of mask, disguise himself as much as he wanted. No one knew the true Link, the tortured soul behind the most powerful mask in the land. Until he called the giants. Then everyone knew him. He was the Hero of Time once again. So he left. Partings came more naturally to him than greetings.

Link never liked attention.

His first taste of it was when he helped Zelda escape Aghanim. All of a sudden, he went from the nephew of a knight to Hyrule's most wanted. Of course, he had a mission to save Hyrule from Ganon. That problem could wait.

Before he knew it, he was the Hero of Legend, and was sent away by the Triforce to unknown lands. He enjoyed anonymity for a couple of days before saving the world twice, three times, and once again for good measure.

The one place that truly felt like home was Mabe Village, but it was too good to be true. All of it was merely a figment of imagination. Not even his own dream. And the one he truly started to love was gone. No one saw Link return to Hyrule.

Link never liked attention.

Honestly, he never imagined getting any sort of fame. He was just some kid on an island far from the center of the Great Sea. But after saving Aryll, he knew that someone would have to get rid of whatever was lurking under the waves. He became the Hero of Wind because no one else would. And he left the Great Sea as fast as he could.

The pirates treated him like family. He liked Tetra a lot too. They never treated him as anything more than another member of the crew. And he liked it. So when they founded New Hyrule, he was okay with being a King, but only because he was never seen as one.

Link never liked attention.

And Ravio kept giving it to him. So he left his own home and didn't come back except for the few times he needed to "rent" an item. It was annoying, but at least Lorule was saved. And he didn't need to see him in his house again.

And when the rest of Hyrule began calling him the "New Hero of Hyrule," he left for a new land. But once again, adventure followed him and Link got caught up in the dealings of Hytopia. He never thought there'd be an escape from the attention. He tried to never be heard from again. Maybe both kingdoms would eventually forget him.

Link never liked attention.

He enjoyed being a part of the small Ordon Village. But when Twilight came, he seemed to be the only person who could do something about it. So he followed Midna and saved Hyrule. He went from a farm hand to the Hero of Twilight in a matter of weeks. After saving the Princess, he could never be anonymous. The only place that felt safe from peering eyes was Ordon.

Link never liked attention.

All he wanted to do was be a conductor. And then he was called to the castle. And then he had to keep Zelda safe. And then he had to save New Hyrule. And then he had to defeat a demon king... None of that was what he liked. He didn't ask to be a hero, not really. All he wanted to do was be a conductor.

Link never liked attention.

Attention was dangerous. He survived by being a shadow. But when Impa was in danger, he couldn't stand by and watch. And when he heard about Zelda, he couldn't let Ganon get away with it. That's when Ganon's army noticed him, and things got dangerous.

With a target on his back, he had nothing to lose. He left the Eastern Palace and looked for the Triforce of Courage. And Ganon's followers were as persistent as ever. He feared that it would be like this forever.

...

Link never liked attention.

And yet everyone had their eyes on the Princess's chosen knight. The one with the darkness-sealing Sword on his back. The pressure was too much for him. Everyone knew, everyone expected him to defeat a Calamity that hadn't even arrived. And when it did...

He was free to be whoever. Except for a few people, he was only seen as another traveler. Of course, he had a mission. There was a darkness to seal and a princess to save, but who was really watching? No one but the wild.

All of that changed when Zelda fell into the Depths. Everyone was looking for him, and he didn't care at all. Sure the attention was overbearing, but the wild was still there. He had friends that saw him as more than the Hero of Hyrule. As long as Zelda was safe... he could handle it just a little longer.

Still, Link didn't like the attention.

#legend of zelda #skyward sword #minish cap #four swords #ocarina of time #majoras mask #a link to the past #oracle of seasons #oracle of ages #links awakening #wind waker #phantom hourglass #a link between worlds #triforce heroes #twilight princess #spirit tracks #adventure of link #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom #loz #sksw #oot #fsa #mm #tp #alttp #albw #botw #totk #adhd brain go brrr

[bokettochild]

hi! I don't know if you know the fallen timeliness theory? For linked Universe if you do could you explain it to me a bit? Because I read a fic with it were legend was from a fallen time and was times other descendent? So if you know could you pls explain to me of so ty!

P.s. I really want to know about because I'm suckered for time and legend angst or them just bonding.

Alright! So, LoZ lore does have an "official" timeline as published in the Hyrule Historia, detailing the canon placement of all games prior to BotW in 2017. According to this official guide, there are three cannonical timelines in the LoZ universe (potentially four after the release of AoC). These timelines all result from events within the adventure of the Hero of Time.

The general names are the timelines are the Adult Timeline, the Child Timeline, and the Fallen Timeline/Downfall Timeline.

The Child Timeline

The Child Timeline is the result of Princess Zelda (OoT/Lullaby/Sheik) sending back the hero's soul to his childhood before Ganon ever came into power. This timeline features the fact that the Hero of Time's adventure is not known in his era, but rather left behind when he traveled back to before it happened. He then proceeded to go off and undertake the events of Majora's Mask and later becomes the Hero's Shade after his death. In terms of LU, this is the timeline Twilight comes from.

The Adult Timeline

The Adult Timeline is also the result of Princess Zelda sending the Hero of Time back to his original timeline. However, despite the hero being sent back to alter time, it still happened, and continues to exist even after he left it. This era has had the Hero's Spirit removed from it, unable to reincarnate without the hero first dying, so there are no more Heroes of Courage. There are heroes however, including Wind Waker's Link, known in LU as Wind. Here, because there is no Hero's Spirit, when trouble came, the goddesses flooded the world to get rid of it, creating the Great Ocean. Wind is the successor to the Hero of Time here, claiming the triforce of courage rather than being chosen by it and establishing a new era of heroes.

The Fallen/Downfall Timeline

This timeline is the one you asked about. While more debated and with many more variations, the general idea here is that the Hero of Time was killed by Ganon, and only be being sealed by Princess Zelda (OoT/Lullaby/Sheik), the Sages and the Knights of Hyrule. The seal on Ganon lasts a few hundred years before it is broken by Aganim, and a young boy named Link (LU Legend) is the one called to defeat him as a result.

The Downfall Timeline tends to have many variations on the course of events leading up to the death of the hero. Hyrule's Downfall by RwanLink is a fan animation that shows an alternate trail of events than the "official" timeline. Many fanfiction authors also have their own theories, varying from the hero still being a child to the hero having grown up and spent seven years training rather than being asleep, and his seven year nap actually being a preventative measure by Fi to prevent the timeline from occurring.

Usually, when reading fanfic, it's fair game what the events surrounding the Death of the Hero of Time are, so be aware of that!

The Legend and Time angst usually stems from Time's guilt at learning that not only did he leave behind alternate timelines, he also left one in utter ruin because he Failed.

Again, deviations regarding his fate do make it difficult to pin down how old he might have been at his death, but some author's (myself included) have written Time as being old enough to have messed around and left some progeny. Legend is NOT canonically Time's descendant. He IS, however, descended from a line of knights commonly associated with Time (the Knights of Hyrule*), as well as a knight who looked crazily similar to a young Time (Raven from the Oracle of Ages manga). This has led to theories of relations between Time and Legend. I've seen some theories where Raven and Time are biological brothers, Raven is Time's descendant, and even one featuring Raven as Time's father! All of these leave a lot of room for Legend and Time bonding/angst dynamics, so I love them all!

*this is actually the same Knights family which Ashei from TP is descended from, making them distant cousins!

#asks and answers #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu time #loz #loz timeline #timeline talk

[sage-nebula]

Thinking about how they decided to bring back the whole "one Gerudo male born every 100 years to be king" bit in TotK for whatever godforsaken reason, thereby creating the question of: why have there been no kings since this Ganondorf?

The flashbacks with Ganondorf took place well over 10,000 years ago, considering the first recorded Calamity took place 10,000 years before BotW. Fast forward 9,900 years ago, and we have the plot important Calamity that leads to BotW. Fast forward 100 more years, and we have Link waking up in the Shrine of Resurrection.

And yet . . . there is not a single Gerudo voe.

The magic law governing the sex of Gerudo babies doesn't specify that the previous king has to have fully died before a new one can be born. We can assume that's usually the case given Gerudo aren't known to live past 100 without magical intervention, but that's not part of it as far as we know. So even though Zombiedorf's crusty ass was hibernating underground, there should have been, what, at least 100 kings after him? There at least should have been one EITHER during the first Calamity, or born around the time Link woke up in the Shrine of Resurrection (with "around the time" including a time frame like a couple decades or so).

But there isn't one, and Gerudo Town is instead led by a chief. And further, men are (usually) not allowed inside.

Which makes me think that, after Ganondorf decides to go full Demon King . . . maybe the Gerudo said, "we're sick of this shit, no kings ever again." In other words, when a boy is born to a Gerudo mother, he is NOT sent back to Gerudo Town when he's old enough to talk, but is instead raised as a Hylian.

If we consider Sonia and Rauru's Hyrule to be Hyrule 3.0 (which it kind of has to be), this is not the first time a Gerudo King has made life worse for his people. In OoT, the Gerudo were regarded as thieves because of IRL racism / colorism lbr and Ganondorf actively made things worse for them by trying to take over Hyrule, having Koume and Kotake brainwash Gerudo who didn't fall in line, etc. In one branch of the timeline, this led to the Gerudo being left to drown in the Great Flood. In another branch (the one that leads to Twilight Princess) we don't see them at all, suggesting that they were perhaps driven from Hyrule's borders after Ganondorf's bs was brought to light and he was put on trial. And then we have the timeline merge and this Ganondorf, who again took them to war and transformed himself into a demon king and just overall fucked over his people. When you consider all of that, along with the fact that we don't have a single good Gerudo King in recorded history . . . it's not too much of a stretch, I think, for the Gerudo women to say "no kings ever again, no men allowed in Gerudo Town aside from Princess Zelda's twink."

And thus, the 100+ sons that would have come after Ganondorf . . . were raised as Hylians.

(Of course, if one of these AMAB Gerudo-raised-as-a-Hylian later realized she was a transgirl, she would be welcome in Gerudo Town. But she wouldn't be there to take the throne. She's just there to be with her sisters. Transvai are vai and welcome in Gerudo Town. Just no voe, except Princess Zelda's twink.)

So if we consider this a possibility, then it could be that there is actually a Gerudo voe—who wouldn't acknowledge himself as Gerudo since he was raised Hylian—in present day Hyrule. Someone with dark skin, tall, with a muscular build, accustomed to warm climates . . .

Someone like Tauro.

#nintendo opened the question by bringing up the exposition in a flashback #when we were FINE in botw #so we have to do what we can to fill in the blanks #anyway Gerudo lore is messy as hell and full of racism/colorism #like how this whole SERIES is full of racism/colorism #(i will never forgive Nintendo for whitewashing Tetra when she took on her princess garb that is the MOST VILE shit) #but that's enough ranting for now i think #loz: tears of the kingdom #totk critical #gerudo #meta

[tashacee]

Question/Feelings about Mask!Wild! (Yes I know he is on break but he currently has the most of my Rent-free Headspace, so I still have things to say)

1. RE: Your "Wild would have been fixed if Wolfie was there" ask has another reason stopping it from happening: when Twi inevitably gets sent back right before the final battle, he would probably try to break the timeline just to make sure his brother makes it out the other side (and also probably suplex Calamity Ganon) (don't ask how he'd figure it out)

2. Wild still having the full benefits of Mipha's Grace raises the question: is Mipha's spirit still hanging out with Wild? What about the other Champions? Can Wind and/or Spirit see them? If so, have either tried talking to them, maybe when Wild is asleep?

Thank you! He also lives rent free in my headspace and i am now working on his new fic!

1 - HONESTLY Twi would have ripped time apart to get back to his Bean. Of course, by the time he actually got there, Wild would have just dealt his killing blow to the massive ugly pig-thing, and Twi would be just in time to see the reunion between him and Zelda.

And then have to explain that yes, hello, I am your wolf friend. I am a fully grown man. I know about the naked lightning incident.

Awwww it would be so sweet

2 - SO I figure that the Champions have moved on, but Mipha left her Grace with him as a blessing. So Wind and Spirit can't see her, but if they look then they can see a sort of aura hanging around him in protection, and if they were to probe into it, it would feel kind.

Thank you!

#it me #replies #hero’s aspect au #hero's aspect

[link-eats-rocks]

Their Stay in Rito Village

~

Part of a series of oneshots I'm doing taking place shortly after BotW of Link and Zelda figuring out their new relationship. I'm writing them out of order so blanks will be filled in over time.

~

Deep down, Zelda knew she wouldn't last five minutes.

Laying down in her deliciously comfy down-Rito bed, high, high up in the mountains, she tried to swallow the lump in her throat. She looked around the room, trying to ground herself even while shadows started to reach for her like hands, ready to steal her into nightmares.

Pretty curtains billowed around the ornate woodworking of the rounded walls. The place was well-lit with torches. There was nothing scary about her room or the cozy village surrounding.

The Rito were so kind to her. She'd received a hero's welcome, which she felt undeserving of.

But she'd been glad to see how happy their festivities made Link. There'd been dozens of savory dishes, cakes, and drinks. Music was played. Baby Ritos sang.

She again pictured the big smile on Link's face as he'd watched the performance, his cheeks full of rice ball and his face flushed from the bonfire.

Tears burned Zelda's eyes as she felt her solitude sharply. It was time to stop pretending there was any chance of her sleeping alone.

She shot out of bed, taking the large, red blanket from it and wrapping it around herself. She rushed up the stairs from her room and along the boardwalk a story up to Link's room.

Her bare feet were numb by the time she reached the threshold of his bedroom, which looked very similar to hers.

She felt like a child, wrapped in her blanket, underdressed in a short nightgown, and teary-eyed. "Link?" she said, quiet enough that it shouldn't wake him if he was asleep.

"Mm? Zel?" came his voice immediately.

She sighed a breath of relief. "May I come in?"

"'Course."

She rushed inside the small, round room with a large bed in the center. His blanket was blue; that seemed to be the only difference. He'd put out most of the torches too, so his room was dark.

Strangely, he was on the left side of the bed, even though he was alone and could've spread out in the middle for once. She puttered to the other side of the bed—her usual side.

He turned to face her. "Sleeping here?"

He didn't even make her ask.

Her lip pouted out and she nodded.

He exhaled a laugh at her childish reaction. The way he reached over and folded back the blanket on her side of the bed sent her heart racing.

"Is it warm enough? We can use my blanket too. Or not."

"It's cold," Link whispered. "Let's use both."

She slipped the blanket from her shoulders and saw Link's gaze dart sharply away from her. Maybe Link staring would be flattering, but Zelda got a thrill whenever Link shyly looked away from her figure.

She cast the blanket across the bed and climbed in.

Zelda shivered violently as she sunk into the blankets, feeling just how cold she'd gotten only once she was being reheated.

Link laughed. "Were you freezing to death all by yourself?"

Zelda's teeth chattered and she nodded pathetically. "Help," she chirped, shuffling forward to fall into Link's arms.

"Eugh!" He flinched and threw his hands up and away from her.

"Li~ink!" She wiggled towards him, closing the distance.

The bare skin of his arms and chest soothed her achingly cold hands.

Link shot upright with a squeal and picked up his pillow. He herded her backwards with it, rolling her back to her side of the bed. He was giggling but actually seemed annoyed. "Get on your side of the bed. Don't touch me until you've defrosted."

She grinned, weak and easy to push away since she was shivering so badly. "You're heartless."

"You are. You came here just to put your little icesickle hands on me."

She fought the pillow, reaching past it as much as she could with him continuously regaining ground.

Before she knew it, Link was sitting up, leaning over her. He pinned her to her sides with the pillow across her chest.

She couldn't move her arms and she was too exhausted to fight him anyway. "Fine," she said between ragged breaths. "Let me die."

"It's kill or be killed," he replied, smiling down at her, wild eyed.

In the same moment, they seemed to realize their position. Zelda's cheeks flushed as she looked up at him, helpless under his firm grip on her arms.

His eyes filled with panic but he didn't move a muscle.

She didn't know whether he would lean down and close the distance, or apologize and avoid eye-contact for a week. Zelda was scared of both outcomes, although one was better than the other.

Then, inspiration struck.

Zelda gave him a big, innocent smile and bent her knee, raising it to his leg.

He shrieked and flew back to his side of the bed as she started kicking him.

She threw his pillow aside and threw a hand across him while she continued kicking him with her freezing little feet like daggers.

"Hyaaauuuugh," he tried to pull away from her but she moved with him, now with an iron grip. "I quit. I quit, I quit, I quit." He rolled back onto his back, shivered, and sighed in defeated.

"What do you quit?" she murmured with her chin on his shoulder, emboldened by her control over the situation.

"Knighthood."

She dropped her head, laughing. "That's not how it works. You are burdened by destiny, remember?"

He turned his head and looked in her eyes. "So cruel." He raised his brows and pouted.

Her smile faded. It wasn't fair how he could turn the tables so effortlessly. Her heart was racing again.

They leaned forward at the same time, closed their eyes in perfect unison, and brushed their lips softly against the others', both with a breath of nervous hesitation.

Zelda's hand curled into a fist on Link's chest as she fell into his kiss. Her whole body was warm now. He traced a hand across her face as he pressed soft kiss after kiss on her lips. Zelda was eager to deepen the kiss but Link lowered his head, his lips falling from hers and pulling down her lower lip.

She flattened her hand to his chest and felt the pounding of his heart. She was confused at why he stopped before anything had even started but she tried hard not to be hurt by it.

He exhaled a trembling breath.

"I'm not cold anymore," Zelda whispered.

He swallowed and shook his head. "Neither am I."

"Good."

Link looked down between them and furrowed his brow. He tugged the side of her pillow from under her head enough for him to share it.

They still laid face to face, noses nearly touching.

"I suppose we'll have to talk about that," she said in a low voice.

Link averted his eyes, a subtle smile on his face. "We didn't the other two times."

She socked his arm and he giggled. "Go to sleep."

"Okay."

"So immature, I swear."

"Am I? Then do you have something you'd like to say?"

That brat. "I said to go to sleep."

"I don't have enough pillow."

Zelda scooted up slightly, wondering where she was finding all of this courage. Maybe it wasn't courage; just desperation.

She raised her chin and placed her hand on the back of his head, pulling him down to rest on her shoulder. She'd hold him tonight instead of the other way around. He snuggled up as she put an arm around him and kept her other hand on his head.

As Link grew heavier and heavier against her, she began combing her fingers through that silky honey-blond hair. Link hummed happily and nuzzled against her chest.

"Sweet dreams," Zelda whispered.

"Sweedreamzel."

She felt him smile against her and she nearly broke a sweat from the stifling heat.

#legend of zelda #zelink #breath of the wild #loz link #link loz #botw #zelink fanfiction #loz fanfic #linkeatsrockswrites

[airplanned]

Castletown Academy 5

Zelda’s friends are much more protective than Link’s (and Revali is just rude).

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Hudson apparently had a few back and forths with Zelda's lawyer about something or another in the prenup.  Finally, Hudson sent him an updated copy he said was safe to sign.

Link texted, "I have a prenup for you.  I can drop it off at your office today or give it to you Friday."

"Today!" she replied.  Then a moment later, "If it's not too much trouble.  If it is, Friday is fine."

He smiled to himself and headed downtown on his lunch break.

Zelda's office building was all blue glass with a huge lobby.  His feet clomped against the marble floor as he walked up to the front desk where a young Sheikah woman sat.

"Hello," he said.  "I want to drop something off for Ms. Zelda Hyrule?"

"I can make sure she gets it."

She reached out, but at the last second, he hesitated.  "It's kind of confidential."  Was it?  It wasn't a secret, but it also wasn't anyone's business.  It was personal.  But it was also purposefully impersonal, so he didn't really know.

"Would you like to give it to her yourself?"

"I...I'm sure she's busy.  Maybe you could just...make sure she gets it?"

The woman gave him an indulgent smile.  "I'll see if she can come down."

"Only if she's not busy."  Goddess, he should just drop it off.

The woman was already dialing.  "Who may I say is calling?"

"Uh.  Link."

"...Hello, I have a Mr. Link here."

"It's actually not--"

She turned to him, tucking the phone against her chest.  "She's in a meeting right now, but should be out in ten minutes.  Would you like to wait?"

"Uh.  Yeah.  Sure."

"He'll wait...You're welcome."  She hung up the phone and gestured to a set of chairs off to the side.  "Can I get you anything?  Water?  Coffee?"

"No thanks."

He sat.  Intensely aware that he should just hand over the folder.  No one would care enough to look inside.  If they did look inside, they'd realize that it wasn't their business.  He was wasting his lunch hour and wasting Zelda's time.  She did not need someone who was going to drop in at her work.  That was kinda clingy of a romantic partner, and kind of intrusive for a non-romantic partner she was about to marry.  Like he felt entitled to her time when he knew he was entitled to nothing.  Oh, shit, he was overstepping.

"Mr. Link?"

Link looked up to see a frowning Rito looking down his long nose at him.  

On instinct, Link stood. "It's just Link."  That made him sound like he thought he was a rock star or something.  "I mean, you don't have to--"

"This way."

The Rito turned and walked away without bothering to see if Link would follow.  Of course, he did.

Instead of taking him to the elevator or up the stairs to where he assumed Zelda's office was, the Rito lead him down a short hallway and into a small conference room, where a pair of Sheikah--a man and a woman--were waiting for them.

They were also frowning.  

Zelda wasn't there.

"You might have me confused with--"

"Sit down," the woman said.  Her arms were folded over her chest, her eyes narrowed behind her glasses.

Link sat at the conference table.  He was the only one sitting.

The three of them lined up on the other side of the room to glare at him.

The woman said, "We'll start easy," which made the Rito scoff.  "How did you meet Zelda?"

"We were both touring a school."

"Did you know she would be there?" the Sheikah man demanded. 

"What?  How would...what?"

"Why were you touring the school too?" the Sheikah woman asked, her eyes narrowing dangerously. 

Link lifted his hands in surrender, trying to get them all to take it easy and see he wasn't the threat they clearly thought he was.  "Listen.  You clearly care about Zelda a great deal, and I'm glad she has people to look after her--"

"Why were you at the school too?" the Sheikah man asked, louder this time as if he hadn't heard before.  He had a graphic T-shirt under his blazer, like he was trying to young and hip.

"I was trying to find a school for my daughter."  Why else would anyone tour a school?

His interrogators tensed.  "You have a daughter," the woman repeated.

"Oh, fantastic," the Rito said.  "He's not just after her fortune, he also wants her to raise his child.  What a catch."

What?  "I wouldn't--"

"Of course you wouldn't," the Rito said, but the sarcasm said he thought otherwise.  "And let me guess, your daughter is cute, and Zelda was smitten on first sight."

What the hell?  That was his daughter.

"What do you want from Zelda?" the Sheikah woman asked. She was trying to change the subject, but Link's jaw stayed tense.

"We're working together to get our kids into school."

"That didn't answer the question."

"He wants her money," The Rito said.  "We all know that's what he wants from her."

Which was kind of true.  Zelda's part of the agreement was to provide money for Flora's schooling.  Link's part of the agreement was to...agree to let their kids be legally related.  He wasn't doing any work.  The only thing he brought to the table was Flora.  It was a very lopsided agreement with him getting to live rent free in her house while Flora got to pursue her dreams.

He didn't know what to say.  He could feel his tongue wanting to attach itself to the roof of his mouth. 

His silence seemed to prove his interrogators right, which they were.  Kind of.

"Look.  Give us something to work with here," the Sheikah woman said.  "You show up a week ago, and now you're marrying our friend with no evidence you're not going to take advantage of her."

Link swallowed.

"What do you like about her?"

"Yes," the Rito said, folding his arms as if he'd won.  "Name one thing."

"She's pragmatic," Link said.  "But that's not fair because I think she's pragmatic because she has to be.  And she'd go to the ends of the earth for the people she loves, and that's not fair either because she shouldn't have to.  She shouldn't have to marry me to make sure Ralphie is safe."

They stared at him.  All of their mouths hung open the smallest bit. 

No, they weren't staring at him, they were staring at his hands, and he realized that at some point in his rant that he'd slipped into sign.  In embarrassment, he tucked his hands together and folded them into his lap.

"Are you happy now?"

Everyone twisted to the side to see Zelda standing in the doorway, fire in her eyes even as her face remained eerily calm.

"Zelda!"

"Interrogating him?  Really?"

"We just wanted to make sure he didn't have ulterior motives," the Sheikah woman said, curling in on herself the slightest bit.

The Rito didn't seem embarrassed at all.  "We needed to see if he was good enough for you."

Zelda folded her arms.  "And?" she snapped.  "Is he?"

"No," the Rito said, but the Sheikah had their heads tilted, assessing him in a new light. 

"You will leave him alone from now on," Zelda said, her voice a command.  She turned to Link, and everything about her softened.  "I'm so so sorry, Link.  I didn't know they would--"

"I know," he signed.  "They're looking out for you.  They're right, this is a weird situation."

Her face fell, panic taking over her.  "Are you backing out?"

"No!  No no!  If I was your friend, I'd be worried about you too.  And I'd be worried about Ralphie.  My friends are the same.  But they don't know what it's like, and I'm still in if you are."

"They didn't scare you off?"

"Never."

Her face looked so profoundly relieved that it made him wonder how often she let go of her worries. 

"Is that the prenup?" she asked, all business once again.  All business in front of her friends who just accused her of marrying her for her money.

"Yeah."  He handed it over.  She flipped through to check it, signed both copies, and then handed his back to him, leaving her friends to stare after them as she walked him out.

#Zelda #my fic #Castletown Academy

[spicyicetea]

🐲 aron here

So what you said about the reader beIN like the sorwd is reader and sky not wanting the Reader to leave him.

What is time, FD, warrior, four, reactions be

Ooo I was originally going to write stuff like this anyways but i got super distracted. To anyone who has sent a request, I'm sorry it's taking me so long to get around to responding to asks/requests. Unless I have an idea when I read the ask in the moment, I tend to focus on my other work until I have ideas.

How they would react to Fi!Reader having to return to their sword.

Hero of Time

To say that Time wasn't ready for you to leave would be an understatement.

He hadn't expected himself to get so attached to you but the moment you appeared to him and started giving him advice he fell so hard for you.

You were nothing like the people he was so used to saving, practically helpless and at the mercy of everything around them.

You definitely had the capability of defending yourself but this type of possessiveness and urge to protect was something he wasn't used to, and he had to be the one protecting you.

He often would stay up with you, showing you around Hyrule given how long you had been sealed for, often playing his ocarina to try and court you.

If it wasn't for you, and that moral compass you seemed to hold dear, he would have let the land go to hell and back to just spend time with you alone.

And now you want to leave him? He can't let you do that.

You won't do that. It's not fair.

Fierce Deity Link

By far, he has one of the most violent reactions to you saying you had to go back to sleep in the Sword.

Next Link? You don't need another Link. There would never be another like him, so why do you want to leave him?

Is he not being affectionate enough?

Perhaps he seems to distant or cold to you?

He can change that, and he will.

Suddenly he's far more touchy, constantly holding your hand and pulling you away when people try and speak to you.

You live in his arms now, never able to leave his side unless he needs to fight, in which you're placed aside and god forbid even the smallest debris hits you. The world will never know what hit it.

Hyrule warriors Link

What? You want to leave him?

Is it because of how busy he is? Does he spend too much time with Zelda?

You should know that it's his job, he doesn't like her at all. If he could kill her he would.

No matter how much you reassure him that it has nothing to do with him and that it's your job to hibernate until the next Link, he can't let it go.

He needs you.

You did tell him he'd get to keep the Master Sword after you went into your sleep like state, but it wasn't good enough.

You could be stuck in some rusty old broadsword and it'd still be his weapon of choice if it meant he'd get to have you around.

Even after telling him you didn't have to leave in that moment, his anxiety is far too high to ever lower his guard.

You now live with his scarf either wrapped around your neck or tied to your wrist while he holds the end like a leash, he is far too scared of losing you to ever let go.

[I assume Four is the Four swords Links- I don't tend to refer to the link by nicknames so i hope I've gotten them right so far]

The Four swords Links

To these four, given they're young, they see you as their mother.

They were crying.

Clawing at your tunic begging you to stay with them.

Of course they have family, but they don't need them.

They have you, and you can't leave them, they're aimless without you.

It wasn't uncommon for them to come sneak into your bed at night and cuddle you, craving even the smallest amount of affection.

They relied on you, you cleaned their tunics, dressed their wounds, cooked their food.

They will never let you leave them.

I mean, there are 4 of them and 1 of you, and would you really make these sweet boys cry on purpose?

I'm sorry for taking so long to get to this. I wouldn't usually write for any of these Links so it was very fun exploring ways i can make them significantly different from the others. I wasn't sure if you would have wanted NSFW for any of the adult Links, so I kept it safe and didn't include any, but if you did feel free to request again :)

#x reader #yandere x reader #legend of zelda x reader #link x reader #legend of zelda fanfiction #legend of zelda #legend of zelda ocarina #ocarina of time #link ocarina #four swords #fierce diety link #hyrule warriors

[smilesrobotlover]

Socialcl1imb made a post about majoras mask here masks not doing anything and it got me thinking about how the events weren’t actually real and that it was a game Link was playing. He got sent back in time and he’s still mentally ten years old so of course he’d play pretend. He probably played such an intense and dark game to cope with the events of ocarina of time. It explains why each place is mirrored after the stages of grief because Link is grieving over losing Zelda, saria, navi, and the great deku tree. That explains why many of the characters in majoras mask are the same from oot. Because Link is basing their characters off of people he knows. The masks aren’t special, they’re just cool masks that Link is playing with. Majoras mask probably spooks him so he made that the main villain. Idk just… the creepiest game being a child’s game of pretend is so sad to me I love it

I just want you to know social that I haven’t emotionally recovered from that

#sorry I tried to tag you and I COULDNT #COULDNT FIND YOUR NAME ANYWHERE 😭😭😭 #anyways #this headcanon hurts my feelings #but in a good way #but it still hurts my feelings 😭😭 #majoras mask #I suppose reading th post he’s still saving the world in Termina #but regardless #agh

[yourlocaltreesimp]

>:)

This is my linksona/Au. There are two in here, neither are named, but I love them! Lemme know if you want official stories for em’

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

So the concept for this one is a modern (ish) au of sometime early 2000. He’s a bit of a goof, in a semi popular band as their bassist, and horribly traumatised when a rip in his reality occurs. This did name gannon (what kinda name is that??) declares that he’s his mortal enemy. There’s all the classic zelda enemies and ganon even puppets around all his friends for a bit because the emotional damage is worth it. His character arch would be learning how and when is best to invest himself and learning which battles he needs to loose, as well as finding his footing.

Your phone buzzes on your eyeshadow stained dresser. You pick it up and flip up the top, holding it to your ear.

“Everyone shut up- Hi (name)!!!” Links voice was distorted over the speaker, but no less enthusiastic. You heard the teasing chatter of his band mates in the background, the usual screaming banter

“Hi!!” You responded with equal enthusiasm, trying your hardest not to let your phone drop from in between your ear and shoulder as you teased your hair

“You’re still coming to the concert tonight, right” If his phone had a cord, you could imagine him twirling it. The thought made you laugh.

“Damn right I am.” Your hair was about done, could use some more volume, but there’s only so much hairspray you could spray in a given room before you felt dizzy. You practically begun to rip clothes out of your closet in hopes of finding an outfit, “I still get front row, right?”

“Of course” He’d have let you sit on the stage if you asked.

“And backstage? I hope i can see these fangirls of yours” He groans, already tired of the thought.

“God don’t even-“ You cackle, smudging your black eyeshadow as you lined around your eyes. You eyes his jacket, honestly surprised that he didn’t notice you took it. “Look- I gotta go,” you could hear him getting screamed at through the speaker as you shrugged the large coat on “But i’ll see you soon, alright?”

“Of course.” But the next time he’d see you, you’d be strung up like a puppet. Limbs snapped unregularly as you were paraded around. You did not deserve such a fate. No one in this cruel cycle did.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Now this next one is a little new as far as concepts. This link is send through to the land of the moon by Hylia, sent to either make the walkers of that land repent for their sins, or die. They’re a byproduct of ganons remaining malice after he died and brought to life by hylias counterpart called Akina. It’s only when he’s tainted by the malice that he realises how badly blinded he was. He’s got some religious trauma

This world was filthy. The people were rude and impish and those who weren’t wallowed in such self pity that it wasn’t worth saving them. There was no sun to guide him here, he could not hear hylia’s orders as he once did. But still, he felt her eyes, ensuring he was following orders, safe. He looked down in the mirror pond and saw his world in the reflections. The right world. Hylia was right for wishing this realm ripped apart, there was no divinity here. Akina was a poor excuse of a goddess and a traitor to her sister. But it was this reliance on his goddess that got him here. Her light blinded his vision, and with no voice to guide him, he was left without awareness. The knife sunk into his back, and he felt himself wither.

“Hey, hey!” A voice faded into his mind. He felt horrible. He felt… pain. He shouldn’t feel pain. Only sinners felt pain. And yet he felt the burning of his blood and the hollowness of hunger- he was impure. He opened his eyes to see you looking down at him, eyebrows furrowed and silver eyes bearing i to him. They felt… calm. No longer eerie. Perhaps he could lead you into the light. “Are you…” Your voice was beautiful, he fixed on your words more than he ever did to anyone “You’re the hero” He sat up and clawed at his head. There was no presence there. He could not feel hylias gaze anymore. “That can’t be right… You’re” You tilt your head and examine him. He feels his blood rush, he feels the world around him. “You’re like us”

#i did it #linksona #hehehe #love them #link x reader

[nintendo-b1tch]

There isn’t enough Rauru Fanfics!! >:0

So here, have some angst! :D

Warnings: Grief, Loss, Major Character Death, Sleep Disorders, Anxiety, Depression, Violence, Stress, No Happy Ending

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

As he watched you run, a grin spread across his face, basking in the euphoria of this simple yet magical moment. Suddenly, you halted, turning towards him with a mischievous glimmer in your eyes. In a swift motion, you planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, causing his eyes to flutter open in surprise and admiration. The affectionate gesture sent waves of warmth pulsating through his entire being, solidifying his love for you.

However, reality didn't mirror this idyllic scene. He awoke to find himself lying alone in bed, the absence of your presence as overwhelming as a tidal wave crashing upon him. Instinctively, his arm reached out to the side, seeking the imprint that your body would leave on his mattress. His fingertips grazed the empty space, a cruel reminder of the hollowness within his soul. As his trembling hand fell back to the sheets, his sorrow gave birth to crystalline tears that gently tracked down his cheeks, mirroring the anguish that consumed him.

His mind became a torrent of memories, each fragment tragically reminding him of the void that was now his reality. The weight of regret pressed heavily upon him, crushing his spirit with its unforgiving grip. If only he had been more cautious, if only he had shielded you from the clutches of Ganon, perhaps you wouldn't have been subjected to such a tragic fate. The simple stone, a mere piece of jewelry that adorned your neck, had proved to be a fatal harbinger of doom. In his heart, he carried the burden of guilt, etching the words "it was his fault" into the very core of his being.

Every fleeting moment with you, every stolen kiss, now replayed in his mind like a bittersweet montage. The weight of your absence intensified with each passing second, seeping into the crevices of his soul. The overwhelming grief threatened to shatter him completely, leaving only broken fragments of a once vibrant love story. The realization that you were gone, forever out of his reach, pierced him with a searing pain that he couldn't escape.

As the tears continued to cascade down his sorrow-stricken face, his heartbreak became etched in every line and crease. He yearned for the warmth of your laughter, the touch of your hand, and the ethereal connection that only the two of you shared. The throbbing ache within him served as a constant reminder of the irreplaceable void you left behind.

In this sea of anguish, he found himself drowning in a whirlwind of regrets and what-ifs. If only he could turn back time, rewrite the course of history, and rewrite the tragic fate that had befallen you. He clung to the remnants of your love, desperately seeking solace in the hazy memories of your beautiful laughter and infectious spirit.

In the depths of his despair, he vowed to honor your legacy and never let your memory fade. The stone that had caused your untimely demise became a symbol of his eternal devotion, a poignant reminder of the battles he fought within himself. With each teardrop shed, he silently pledged to fight for a future where love prevailed over darkness, where your laughter could once again fill the air, enchanting his broken heart with remnants of a love that will never be forgotten.

The haunting events of that fateful day replayed over and over again in the deepest recesses of his mind, replaying like a broken record that he couldn't tune out. There seemed to be no escape from the gripping nightmares that relentlessly whispered devastating images of your lifeless figure sprawled mercilessly on the unforgiving ground. And there, standing ominously in the backdrop of this indelible memory, was Zelda, her presence casting an eerie shadow upon the scene.

It was as if the weight of his guilt had become an unwelcome companion, a heavy burden that refused to be shrugged off. Shoulders slumped under the immense pressure, he found himself enveloped in an overwhelming sea of remorse, unable to fathom how he could have prevented such a tragedy. Deep down, he knew that you, in your infinite kindness and understanding, would never have wanted him to shoulder this blame alone. But try as he might, it was a challenge to convince himself otherwise.

Every waking moment was haunted by the fragments of that incident, the vivid imprints etched forever in his psyche. From the smallest details of how the light had danced upon your face to the exact postures Zelda had assumed in those haunting seconds, his mind relentlessly recreated the scene vividly, unable to let go. It was as though time had stopped and he was trapped within a loop of remorse, forced to relive every heart-wrenching second indefinitely.

The constant replay of this torturous memory began to spill over into his daily life, causing ripples of distress and despair in even the most mundane tasks. The once vibrant hues of everyday existence seemed muted and dull, as his mind remained fixated on that singular, pivotal moment of tragedy. The world around him carried on, oblivious to the silent torment gnawing at his soul.

He yearned for closure, for a way to escape the clutches of this consuming guilt. Desperate attempts were made to rationalize the situation, to find some semblance of solace in understanding that sometimes, despite our best efforts, life takes a cruel detour. But the heavy weight persisted, pressing down upon him like an unrelenting force, unwilling to grant him respite.

You were the one who opened your heart to fall in love with a unique and unconventional being like him. While many Hylians would mock and ridicule him, you chose a different path, embracing his imperfections and vulnerabilities without judgment or scorn. Your unconditional acceptance and support transformed his life, becoming the guiding light that brightened even the darkest corners of his existence.

The unimaginable day when you were taken away from him stands as a haunting turning point, forever etched into his memory. The mere recollection brings back a flood of emotions, like a fierce tidal wave crashing against the shores of his soul. He can still vividly recall the moment he crumbled, his helpless sobs finding refuge in the comforting embrace of his older sister. The pain of losing you weighed heavy on his heart, threatening to crush his spirit.

The sheer disbelief at your departure overwhelmed him. It was as if the universe had played a cruel trick on him, snatching away his beacon of hope and leaving him stranded in a desolate void of emptiness. Coping with your absence proved to be an uphill battle, one that required him to confront his inner demons and face the reality of life without you. Alas, his inability to accept your departure led him down a treacherous path of detrimental habits and destructive behaviors.

Night after night, unbearable nightmares plagued his vulnerable psyche, mercilessly thrusting him into a realm of torment that he sought to escape. Sleep became his enemy, a treacherous portal that unleashed the haunting memories he desperately wished to evade. His sister, although well-intentioned, could not fathom the depth of his anguish and grief. It was in the dead of night that she awoke, startled by the piercing sound of his anguished scream, a haunting echo of his heartache and yearning for you.

This distressing episode served as a mere glimpse into the extent of his sorrow, a silent testament to his shattered soul. The magnitude of his pain was impossible to comprehend fully, confined within the confines of his mind and heart. Yet, the echoes of his anguish reverberated through the halls of his existence, a constant reminder of the void left by your absence.

When the panicked urgency surged through her veins, propelling her out of her own room and towards the source of the piercing scream, she was met with a sight that left her breathless. In the wake of her hasty arrival, her brother's once peaceful abode had morphed into a scene of havoc and destruction. The room, once a sanctuary, now lay in ruins, as if a tempest had swept through its very core.

However, it was not the shattered remnants of the decorative mirror that commanded her attention, but rather the sight of her brother standing amidst the chaos. Approaching him with measured caution, every step calculated, she couldn't help but notice the untamed state of his hair - an outward manifestation of the depths of his anger. Only on rare occasions did his normally composed demeanor give way to such uncontrollable fury.

As she drew closer, her acute hearing intercepted the soft murmurings emanating from him, the words casting a shiver down her spine. Shock and horror washed over her like a tidal wave as his disturbing declaration echoed in her ears, each repetitious utterance carrying with it mounting intensity. " I'll kill him " he seethed, the weight of those words hanging heavily in the air. The force behind his voice grew, matching the intensity of his emotions, as his clenched fist collided once more with the jagged fragments of the shattered mirror. Yet amidst the chaos, her gaze locked onto something unexpected — a glint of metal in his other hand.

With tears streaming down his face, his anguish was palpable. The sight of her brother, overcome by a maelstrom of emotions, filled her with a desperate sense of concern. In that moment, she glimpsed her most cherished possession, a necklace that held sentiment and memories intertwined, clutched tightly in his trembling grasp. The juxtaposition of his vulnerability and the presence of that treasured necklace left her questioning the events that had led them to this drastic point.

Each shattered piece of the mirror, every trembling word, and the necklace cradled in her brother's hand served as a mosaic of emotions and turmoil. In that poignant instant, she vowed to uncover the truth and bring solace to her brother's tormented soul, to navigate the labyrinth of their shattered reality with unwavering determination. She knew that the road ahead would be arduous, but her love for him was an unyielding beacon, guiding her through the darkest of storms.

" Rauru....this isn't your fault, you couldn't have seen this coming "

" YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND, MINERU, I SHOULD HAVE SEEN THIS COMING!! HE IS RIGHT, I AM NO FIT TO BE A RULER IF I AM UNABLE TO PROTECT MY FAMILY!! MY SUNDELION!! My everything.... " His body collapsed into his sister's arms, a vulnerable surrender to the overwhelming grief consuming him. As his uncontrollable sobs reverberated throughout the room, it became evident that something crucial was missing in his life. Your absence had left an unfathomable void in his soul, a void that seemed insurmountable in its depth and magnitude.

The tormenting night had awoken him from a fitful slumber, startled by the vivid intrusion of a powerful memory. In his dream, a cherished recollection had materialized, reminding him of a remarkable moment that had forever altered the trajectory of his existence. Summoning unprecedented courage, he had mustered the audacity to ask you on a momentous date, a simple act that held profound significance for him.

The night had unfolded like a beautifully scripted romance, each moment etching itself into the fabric of his memory. And when the time came to bid adieu, he exuded both anticipation and trepidation. With trembling hands, he gently clasped a meticulously crafted necklace around your delicate neck—an exquisite piece painstakingly created by his own hands. It was a blooming Sundelion, a whimsical embodiment of your heart's desires, carefully selected because he knew it held a special place in your affections.

His heart swelled with an indescribable sense of pride and accomplishment upon completing the necklace. The delicate charm gleamed against your skin, its intricate details a testament to the love and dedication he had poured into its creation. As you gratefully expressed your admiration for the thoughtful gesture, his smile widened, deepening the bond that already connected the two of you.

Through this tangible symbol of their affection, he hoped to convey a multitude of emotions that seemed impossible to articulate in words alone. Each carefully crafted petal and intricate design was imbued with the love, adoration, and profound understanding he had for you. It was his humble attempt to epitomize the intricate beauty of your soul—a reflection of the vivid blossoms that bloomed within your essence.

In that moment, he knew that the necklace would be far more than a mere accessory. It would become a cherished talisman, a tangible embodiment of the depth of their connection and the endless possibilities that lay ahead. And so, as he collapsed into his sister's arms, his tears mingling with the memory of that cherished night, he held the necklace close to his heart, finding solace in the reminder of the love he had once shared with you.

You were a truly extraordinary individual who possessed a remarkable ability to brighten people's lives. Your infectious personality and genuine care for others meant that you always went above and beyond to ensure that everyone around you wore a genuine smile. It was absolutely heartwarming to witness how effortlessly and selflessly you made it your mission to uplift those who were feeling downhearted.

In your presence, even the most sorrowful souls would find solace and comfort as you ceaselessly worked to turn their frowns upside down. Your unwavering dedication to spreading happiness and joy was truly awe-inspiring. You had an innate talent for understanding the needs and emotions of others, which enabled you to provide them with the support and encouragement they required during their difficult moments.

Your magnetic charm and charisma attracted people from all walks of life, and it was a testament to your exceptional character. Your mere presence had the power to create an atmosphere of warmth and positivity that enchanted everyone around you. You effortlessly formed deep connections and friendships, leaving an indelible impression on everyone who had the privilege of encountering your radiant spirit.

However, when fate took you away from the realm, an irrevocable darkness descended upon the once vibrant kingdom. The news of your untimely departure spread like wildfire, and the kingdom was plunged into an overwhelming state of deep sorrow and mourning. It was as if a brilliant light had been snuffed out, leaving behind a void that seemed impossible to fill. As word of your loss reached far and wide, communities near and far grieved the loss of a remarkable soul whose impact had reverberated throughout the land.

The kingdom mourned not only for the loss of an extraordinary individual who had enriched the lives of so many, but also for the void created by your absence. The absence of your vivacious spirit and contagious laughter left an insurmountable emptiness that permeated every corner of the kingdom. The memory of your selflessness, compassion, and unwavering commitment to spreading happiness was etched in the hearts of every citizen, forever reminding them of the profound impact you made during your time amongst them.

The grief that pervaded the kingdom served as a testament to your extraordinary influence and the indomitable mark you left on the hearts and souls of the people. It became increasingly evident that your absence was not just a personal loss, but a collective tragedy that weighed heavily upon the entire community. The kingdom yearned for the return of the joy and unity that had once flourished under your guiding light.

Though the kingdom continued to mourn, your legacy lived on, as the lessons you imparted and the countless smiles you had brought continued to inspire and motivate. The memories of your kindness, generosity, and immense capacity to bring happiness to others lingered, reinforcing the importance of compassion and empathy within the hearts of those who remained.

In conclusion, your unparalleled ability to bring a smile to everyone's face, even in the darkest of times, was a gift that touched the lives of countless individuals. Your magnetic presence and unwavering commitment to spreading joy made you the guiding light of the kingdom, and your departure left behind an irreplaceable void that was mourned by all. Your legacy of kindness and selflessness continues to resonate within the hearts of those who were fortunate enough to cross paths with you, ensuring that your memory is forever cherished and celebrated.

Every single day, without fail, he would find himself in the same predicament: unable to sleep, tormented by the memories of their time together. Each night seemed to bring forth a different recollection, replaying like a broken record in his mind. It was as if the universe had conspired to snatch away his beloved far too soon, leaving him to grapple with an unfair and unfathomable reality.

The emotions that churned within him were overwhelming, and he couldn't help but feel a growing disgust in the depths of his chest. The sight of couples indulging in displays of affection felt like a personal affront, a cruel reminder of what he had lost. It was almost as if they were purposefully rubbing their happiness in his face, taunting him with the fact that he could no longer share such moments with you.

These thoughts, invasive and unrelenting, plagued his mind relentlessly. They consumed him to such an extent that he found solace only within the confines of his own room. It became a sanctuary of sorts, a shelter from the onslaught of memories and emotions that threatened to engulf him. Within those four walls, he sought refuge from the tumultuous waves crashing against the shores of his weary soul.

And so, he would retreat into isolation, withdrawing from the world outside that seemed so devoid of the warmth and joy he once knew. The confinement of his room became a physical representation of the emotional isolation he felt, a space where he could attempt to make sense of the incomprehensible loss that had shattered his world.

In this chamber of solitude, he would dwell upon the fragments of memories scattered across the vast expanse of his mind. Each moment of tenderness, each laugh shared, and every touch exchanged would be painstakingly dissected and analyzed. For within those memories lay the essence of what had been lost, the intangible connection that was now severed.

As he grappled with the unbearable weight of his grief, he longed for an answer to the inevitable question: why? Why were others allowed to bask in the glow of happiness while he was left to navigate the darkness alone? The answer remained elusive, buried within the complexities of fate and the unpredictability of life.

And so, night after night, he would find himself trapped in this ceaseless cycle of longing, yearning for an escape from the clutches of his sorrow. Each sleepless night was a stark reminder of the love that had been snatched away, and the pain that persisted. And within the walls of his room, he would continue to search for solace, hoping that one day, the memories would bring not only pain, but also a bittersweet sense of peace.

Rauru found solace in immersing himself in his royal duties, seeking respite from the overwhelming weight of his thoughts. Wrapped tightly in his blanket, he absentmindedly scratched at the fur on his thighs, a nervous tick that offered temporary distraction. His gaze fell upon the wounds that marred his flesh, a secret he held close, aware of the unhealthiness of his actions.

In truth, he couldn't fathom the possibility of breaking free from this cycle. It had become an addiction, a desperate attempt to alleviate the agony of your absence. You were more than just a presence in his life; you were the very essence of his happiness. The day you left, his world came crashing down, an irreversible rupture in his soul.

That fateful night, Rauru found himself kneeling before the statue of the goddess, pouring his heart out in desperate pleas. He yearned for your return, hoping against all odds that she would hear his cries and grant him reprieve. However, no matter how many times he humbled himself in front of that relentless statue, you remained forever out of reach.

Oh, how he longed for your presence once more, but it was an unattainable dream. He resigned himself to a life where you would never grace his side again, forever mourning the loss of the one who completed him..

#rauru x reader #king rauru #totk rauru #loz rauru #tears of the kingdom rauru #rauru #loz totk #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn reader #grief #dealing with trauma #dealing with loss #dealing with depression #dealing with grief #reader replaces Sonia in this #poor Rauru #based on my own experience with loss #so please enjoy my suffering #gonna draw a picture to go with it

[ghirahimbo]

Hi! I wanted to ask something regarding Pinesong and Tears of the Kingdom if that's alright with you.

How would a Pinesong sequel that takes place before or during the events of the game work out? would it even happen?

Yeah, you're fine! Somebody else asked me the same thing, actually, so I've been thinking it over the past few days. I don't have a full plot figured out (lol nor do I intend to write a totk-compliant sequel 😜), but I can imagine how some of it might go.

Minor spoilers for TotK ahead:

I guess to start out, I do feel bad that Pinesong Link in particular would have to go back under the castle 😭 I think he would have done it, though, with people getting sick and something like Malice rising out from beneath it. I suppose it's because of the similarities between Gloom and Malice that he would have gone back to the Great Deku Tree to retrieve the Master Sword, which was left in Korok Forest during Pinesong. Revali would understand. He would Not Be Pleased.

He would not go down with them, I think, which means there's a lovely, angst-ridden portion of time (days? weeks?) where Link is recovering/stuck making his way through the sky island, and Revali doesn't know if Link is even alive but also can't search for him the way he wants to because of everything happening with Rito Village (with Mipha stuck in a similar situation re: Zelda, of course. Oooooh, wonder if there's a way to work something interesting in with Mipha and all those false Zelda appearances? Hmm. 👀)

This is where the combination of TotK and BotW Champions gets hazy for me, because I don't want to take away from the development that the new Champions/Sages go through (there's a satisfaction to passing the torch on to the next generation), but Revali would have absolutely wanted to go up to investigate the source of the storm and I don't think Teba would have stopped him like he did Tulin. You could write it where Ganon specifically takes out all of the old Champions when they go to investigate the disturbances, though it kind of sucks that they would all have to get rescued by Link *again* 😂 Alternatively, there's a fuzzy connection building in my mind between the Champions, the Divine Beasts (which apparently got sent to eeby deeby in TotK but which still existed in the world of Pinesong), and the Divine Beast helms that the ancient sages all wore for some reason. Maybe the Champions all go missing in their various regional disturbances, but due to some interference other than Ganon? I'll have to sit on that one for a bit 🤔

Main plot stuff aside, given Tulin's gifts, pre-TotK I think Revali would definitely have taken Tulin under his wing (sorry). With Tulin's arc so focused on learning to depend on others, I wonder if Revali would have seen himself in Tulin and winced at what he saw. I wonder if Revali would still have passed the Great Eagle Bow on to Tulin when he awakened as a sage. I think maybe he would have.

Pinesong Link would totally roll with the Stable Trotters. He would love pizza. Revali would hate the depths (no sky). Can't speak to what Kass would be doing, because. You know. 🙃

There's maybe more I could come up with, but it seems like I've gone on for long enough already 😂 Hope any of this was interesting to you!

#pinesong #totk spoilers #revalink #admittedly it's been a minute since i last read pinesong so this is all going off memory and probably a bit incoherent #but it always takes a while for ideas to come together in my mind

[weirdmageddon]

got these tags on my last post and wanted to discuss them @tealfruit

i disagree with some of this. in breath of the wild, the dragons despawned through a vortex to the sky. the sky islands aren’t visible. if this vortex is the same barrier that keeps the sky islands hidden from below, the light dragon was above this the entire time.

what caused the upheaval—the sky islands to break and fall and the cloud barrier to dissapate—was present-day dehydrated ganondorf raising the castle, which further weakens his seal. the events of botw’s gameplay was not yet at that point since totk takes place a few years after it.

i don’t like the disappearance of the sheikah tech, but that wouldn’t logically follow that it just disappeared with time travel, since that would put the events in the time between zelda going under the castle and arriving in the past in jeopardy, and there’s a lot that happened. there’s very solid evidence the sheikah tech wasn’t erased from history. link is still alive in the present (or future, from zelda’s position). if she changed the past so where there was no sheikah tech, link wouldn’t be alive (or if he would be he’d be old as fuck, like 120+ years old biologically). because he was born along with zelda over 100 years before the present-day totk gameplay. (i guess zelda had her own sort of stasis holding calamity ganon for 100 years). if there was no sheikah tech, the calamity would have gone differently. link wouldn’t have been near-killed by guardians and put into the shrine of ressurection. that’s why he’s still youthful since it sort of put him into a stasis. but the calamity had to have happened and sheikah tech not been changed by zelda’s time travel since the story of the calamity 100 years ago are still in the game, taught by symin, and link is still a young man. the loop is fine.

it’s just that we dont know exactly where the sheikah tech went in those 5 or so years between botw and totk, but it was always there earlier on the timeline. there’s an easier explanation and it’s that it was just cleaned up and repurposed after learning from mistakes with the calamity. sheikah technology has a storage function so i think it’s possible the shrines and divine beasts were stored in data or parts physically deconstructed. they served their purpose for training the hero with trials and destroying calamity ganon in the end. zelda says at the end of botw that vah ruta stopped functioning and you can see vah medoh in the distance shut down with no lights as well. link was really the only sheikah slate user, so it’s not like ordinary citizens were using fast travel.

we know that guardian parts were repurposed for attaching the wire to a person to scan the area’s topography, and link’s shocked reaction when seeing them for the first time implies he definitely has some guardian trauma, meaning zelda’s time shenanigans didn’t change the course the sheikah technology aside from possibly inspiring the sheikah slate in the first place. the purah pad is obviously based off the sheikah slate, but zelda was sent back in time with the purah pad. that’s why zonai locations have sheikah travel gates when activated, since mineru worked them in when she studied the purah pad in the past

purah and robbie designed, and hudson construction built, the sheikah skyview towers that we see in totk. it’s likely that they were remodeled to be more resilient to ganon’s dark magic. the people of hyrule clearly wouldve learned from their mistakes and probably didn’t want to risk having outdated tech lying around that ganon easily corrupted. but at the same time they wanted to build on them and keep their conveniences, in fact i remember reading in purah’s diary that it’s on the table for the purah pad to be a product for ordinary citizens in the future

#loz #totk #totk spoilers #totk meta