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dullweapons · 4 months

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do you remember - drabble repost

❝. . . do you remember skyloft ? or well . . . you weren't from skyloft but –– the settlement ? ❞

the fire was the only light in the darkness . embers floated high into the night air before fading into that endless sky. the two sat across from each other –– alone in hyrule field with nothing but a small campfire between them . the leviathan roared in the background , threatening to consume them and all of hyrule if they dared blinked a moment too long . at first , everyone held their breath . . . although many let out their last . but now ? as mother farore blankets the earth in hills of green and nature slowly returns to normal –– no one spoke of hyrule nor is history. no one was waiting for a hero . they simply let it be.

ray gave a small ❛ hmm ❜ as his answer . technically she was right –– he wasn’t from skyloft . he was born in that settlement . . . but that’s not how he would tell the tale of his life . ❝ was small back then…❞ just a few families coming together to build a new life . his memories of those days were carefree –– just playing with the other children . learning how to farm or chasing the wild animals with sticks playing pretend . stars were still in his eyes . . .

❝ i remember it –– trying our best to learn how to walk with solid earth beneath our feet ! the little loftwings were so cute ! ❞ dawn laughs , taking a sip of ale before handing the bottle off to the other demon . the settlement was lovely but –– it felt like playing house . a babe on her arm and a demon ‘husband’ she only stayed with out of fear of dying alone in the wilderness . he was nice to her but . . . she didn’t love him . it took her a while but she would learn she loves the same gender . maybe that was why she didn’t think too fondly of the settlement ( not that she would say so aloud ) .

❝ oh ! oh ! do you remember when it rained ? ❞ it rained every now and then but they both know what she spoke of . when it rained . and rained . and rained until hyrule was nothing but the bottom of the great sea –– dead and forgotten . yet , she had such a way of speaking of the horrible things to make them seem . . . softer . a normal day . dawn would speak highly about those days because she got to learn how to sail a ship . and when the two found each other again and sailed to the next hyrule she improved her finishing . how lovely , to sit on the edge of the sea and sing little songs as you pulled the next in –– plenty of fish for the village ! everyone fed and the community grew.

❝ don’t fucking remind me –– this hyrule isn't even OUR hyrule . its NEW hyrule . but it isn't any better. ❞ he hissed into the bottle before swinging it back. how long he battled for this kingdom only for it to wash away his victories like they were nothing because he was not blessed to be the hero . just an outsider looking in . half the time hyrule was fighting in wars that were not winnable unless you were favored by the gods themselves. the one with the fancy master sword. blade of evil's bane, the sword that seals the darkness ––– who names this shit ?

he brushed his lips on his sleeve , staring into the fire as it casted dark shadows on both of their faces. ❝...how can you talk about it like it's a fond memory ? we were at its birth and we were at its death–– again ! there isn't any reason for us to sit here smiling and drinking like it's okay ! hyrule is going to die a thousand times and there isn't anything we can do to stop it ! ❞

dawn’s response was a simple one.

❝ because it never died –– and it never will . ❞

now that made him sit up . it never died ? how could she say that ? it drowned in the sea . it burned down to the ground in hylian greed for the triforce ! it cries out in pain as malice bleeds into every inch of land until it chokes out its final breath ! ray turned away, brows furrowed and grip on the bottle tighter –– was she blind ? or was her hopefully nature really just making her too dumb to see the horrors of the world ?

❝ now you’re just fucking with me . ❞ he shook his head, tossing back the bottle before jabbing at the fire. anything else than to look towards her. ❝ you gotta be . ganon’s back there screaming his little head off and link isn’t anywhere to be found. so don’t lecture me on the livelihood of this kingdom –– ! ❞

and dawn –– laughed .

❝ you always think of things in battle . what can you win this round ? How can we defeat the other side, but you know what actually makes Hyrule . . . Hyrule ? ❞

❝...a pretty princess on a throne of gold , who fucking knows. ❞ he joked , jesting with the bottle –– one that was half empty at this point.

❝ the people ! ❞ her smile was like the sun . bright and blinding. ❝ it's the people that make hyrule a place–– its land doesn't matter. Its wars don’t mean anything if the people aren't there.❞ dawn stood up and walked to ray , taking her spot next to him. bright blue eyes stared into the fire –– ah , that hope . it would be the death of her . but perhaps it was the reason she was still here ? dreaming of a better days for everyone , not just herself but for all of hyrule. ❝ the people that live are hyrule . we are hyrule. ❞

they were quiet for a long time –– the cracking of fire wood the only thing breaking that silence.

❝ after this ‘end of days’ –– think we’ll finally see peace ? ❞

❝ . . . i think we deserve it. ❞ he reached over and put his hand over hers.

#⸻ RAY : drabble ✦ its written in dead tongues ˎˊ˗#dawn / npc .#queue .

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russeliarat · 1 year

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More TotK AU stuff! This time are actual Zonai tales from their mythology. Specifically, this post is about their creation myth as well as the tale around the War of Gods and the Skyloftian Heroes.

The Golden Three Goddesses

Millions of years before the planet’s true creation, a chaotic tribe ran amok on the cold, rocky earth. This tribe were violent and cruel, not hesitating to harm themselves and each other for kicks, and were reckless and greedy with their environment. The leader of the tribe was a god called Demise, who found the planet and captured his rivals, turning them to chaos and ruling over them with fear.

However, at the same time, three sisters had formed through the collision of the most powerful stars, forming Din, Nayru, and Farore. With their only desire to create life of their own, the sisters began to search the universe for a worthy planet, though proved harder than expected as they could almost never agree with one another on a suitable environment for their children. Soon enough however, they came upon the planet known as Earth, still rife with the chaos Demise had created. Taking their only chance since their creation, the three golden goddesses decided to create their ideal planet.

Nayru presented order and law to the chaotic planet with her infinite wisdom, presenting a natural opposition to the chaos and giving the future life the ability to live in harmony. Din’s strength lay in the divine fires that formed her, and so sculpted a red, fiery land that cooled to bring the seas and mountains and volcanoes. And Farore cherished the gifts her sisters created and so formed life, moulding the Earth’s creatures in her ideals.

The Zonai Gods and the War of the Gods

Before the Three Golden Goddesses left the planet, they each use the stars to craft a guiding deity each and left a relic for mortals known as the Triforce to protect. Each deity was given a respective piece of the Triforce to watch over and told that only those they deem worthy could hold possession of that piece. The deities were given a name; Hylia, the bird goddess watching over Nayru’s piece of the Triforce of Wisdom, Ekoza, the dragon god watching over Farore’s piece of the Triforce of Courage, and Kikias, the boar god watching over Din’s piece of the Triforce of Power. Then the parent goddesses left to find a new planet with potential.

Hylia, Ekoza, and Kikias all chose a follower as their high priest and told them to test their mind, strength, and bravery by completing several trials. Upon completion, they earned a sacred stone signifying their status as the harbinger of Power, Courage, and Wisdom. These high priests acted as leaders for the people and established the capital city of this new world with three temples for each god.

However, the god Demise had become angered by the destruction of the vision of his world, and had no chance to prevent it before the Golden Trio left, resulting in his resurrecting an army of the followers still alive and beginning a war on all the goddesses had created.

Hearing of the approaching war, the three deities gathered their followers onto a large mass of the people’s homeland. There they gifted them three gifts signifying their virtues; a sacred sword representing courage, an unbreakable shield representing power, and the knowledge and possession of nature’s magic representing wisdom. From there, the gods erected the land into the sky, creating a sky island for the races of the then-unnamed Hyrule to reside peacefully without danger and closed the cloud barrier tight. The only ones who stayed where the gods, their high priests, and the volunteers who’s good will allowed the people of the gods to fight. It was a long, arduous battle, and many tales were created, but ultimately three things happened in mankind’s first war. First was the murder of the high priests, whose mortal bodies could not hold against the powers of the immortal Demise, and whose deaths forged the personalities of the gods for millennia to come. Second was the temporary defeat of Demise and his servant Ghirahim by the combined powers of the Zonai gods, Demise becoming known as The Imprisoned and Ghirahim as a mere sword spirit that once served his mighty master. The third was the gods decision to go into hiding, taking themselves into the Sacred Realm with the only reminder of their high priests being the sapphire, ruby, and emerald each were gifted before their deaths.

The Skyloftian Heroes

For generations after, the people of the skies, now known as Skyloftians, lived in peace thanks to the gifts of the gods, still residing deep within the Sacred Realm. However, one young man had a vision of his childhood friend falling victim to a strange hurricane in the sky, something impossible above the cloud barrier. After said event occurred, the man collected the sacred sword whom had chosen him as her master and the two ventured down past the cloud barrier to rescue the girl, with the help of his childhood bully who soon became a friend. Eventually, the two men and the sword had come across the Imprisoned, who with the help of Ghirahim in his resurrected form, had kidnapped the girl in order for his master to use the power of wisdom within her.

It turned out that each child had been endorsed as the embodiments of Wisdom, Courage, and Power as they were the reincarnations of the high priests who had died so loyally for their gods in the war, thus possessing Triforce pieces by proxy. The three then went on the defeat the Imprisoned who had finally been reformed to Demise, though the Hero of Courage had a curse placed on him, his friends, and their kin that they will forever clash as the holders of the Triforce pieces as Demise had finally been defeated at the hands of the holy. As the three Zonai deities still resided deep within the Sacred Realm, unaware of time or any events occurring outside, the Triforce pieces has continued down the path of the heroes as birthrights until the present day, awaiting for the gods to withdraw the Triforce to protect over once more.

#i admittedly still need a title for this au but i can't come up w one lol #more zonai mythology for fun #totk au #tears of the kingdom au

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dswcp · 3 years

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It’s T minus 6 days to Halloween! Do you have a costume yet? If not, read on – every day this week, I will provide a guide for how to dress up as an obscure character from Star Wars comics!

Day 2: Odan-Urr, the Librarian Jedi (Sexy Version)

Odan-Urr is the founder of the Jedi Library on Ossus, and therefore a perfect opportunity to objectify the noble profession of librarians. If you can manage to get your nose out of your book, here’s what you’ll need for this creepy-cute look:

1. a skull mask (top half only; there are no jaws in space) 2. sexy librarian costume (teeny skirt, thigh-high socks, unbuttoned vest, etc.) 3. purple robe 4. accessorize to the gods (Jedi jewelry game was on point in this era: tiara, bangles, giant earrings, chains, chunky necklace, the limit does not exist) 5. the original Sith holocron (draw a triforce and cut it out; fold the outer triangles up and tape them together; paint it pink) 6. books (bonus: book cart, the better for Satal to steal from)

“Tales of the Jedi: The Fall of the Sith Empire,” issue 1: “Desperate Measures,” and issue 5: “End of an Empire.” Dark Horse. June 18 and October 22, 1997. Writer: Kevin J. Anderson. Penciller: Dario Carrasco, Jr. Inkers: Mark G. Heike, Bill Black, and David Jacob Beckett. Letterer: Willie Schubert. Colorist: Ray Murtaugh.

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tfloosh · 6 years

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Distractions

Zelink Month is here y’all!!! I’m kicking it off with Hyrule Warriors Shink because you just know Link got distracted by Sheik during battles.

At first, Link wasn’t too bothered by her, Sheik, the new Sheikah assassin they had picked up in the Eldin Caves. She had done her own thing and covered their flank well, so she must be a decent fighter.

But then they were stuck fighting back-to-back against Gibdos at the Great Deku Tree, and Link couldn’t not notice her. Sheik didn’t fight; she danced across the battlefield, throwing kunai where enemies would be, blasting them with magic channeled through her harp. Link was a little embarrassed to admit he almost lost a limb because he was distracted watching Sheik fight instead of paying attention to the Gibdo in front of him. He almost slapped himself. The Great Deku Tree was on fire! He didn’t have time for this.

Talking with Lana after the battle left more questions than answers, and Impa was still stressed about not finding Princess Zelda. They had both left after everyone had agreed to march toward the Valley of the Seers in the morning, but Sheik had stayed. It confused Link. He hesitated before leaving the meeting tent.

“You were distracted in battle, Chosen One,” she narrowed her red eyes as Link flinched at the title. “You will have to do better if you expect to survive this war.”

She started to walk out of the tent, but Link felt the need to apologize.

“I’m sorry. I’m still new at this. I- I’ll try and do better.”

Sheik stopped, folded her arms, and scrutinized him.

“You are fighting on instinct, relying too much on your gut. That’s not a bad thing, but you need more discipline.”

“Could you train with me?” Link asked on a whim. “It’ll take a week to reach the Valley of the Seers. That should be plenty of time to, uh, learn discipline.”

Sheik raised a brow but nodded all the same, “We’ll meet at dawn.”

Training with Sheik was just the worst. She didn’t go easy on Link at all, and more than once, Impa yelled at him for getting injured when they weren’t even in a battle. Link had hoped these training session would help desensitize him to Sheik’s fighting so he wouldn’t be as distracted by her. But he was wrong.

“You’re distracted!” Sheik yelled again. “Focus, Link.”

“I’m trying,” he grunted, throwing his weight behind his shield to force Sheik a step back.

“I’ve seen you fight better than this,” she said as she circled him. She jumped in again, her dulled, practice kunai appearing in her hand suddenly. Link blocked with his shield again and trust with his sword.

“Not good enough,” Sheik’s voice suddenly sounded to his left. Link turned to try and block her attack, but was too slow. Sheik’s eyes bore into his as she held her kunai steady at his neck.

“We’re a day away from the Valley of the Seers,” she narrowed her eyes at him. “If you fight like this tomorrow, we could lose.”

“I know,” Link reached up to move the kunai away from his neck, probably rougher than he needed to.

“I think it best we stick to opposite sides of the battlefield,” she stated as she sheathed her weapon.

“What?” Link asked as he sheathed his own practice sword.

“It’s obvious I am the cause of your distraction. I commend you for attempting to overcome the problem, but this week of training has done little to help either of us.”

“Either of us?” Link’s confusion grew.

“You aren’t the only one who has been distracted, Link,” her eyes twinkled mysteriously before she left the training grounds.

Sheik’s comment stuck with him during their whole day of marching. Avoiding each other hardly seemed like a good solution, but it was really the only thing they could do. So as they approached the perpetual dusk of the Valley of the Seers, Link went along with Sheik’s lead and avoided her on the battlefield. It was pretty easy. The desert land of the valley was huge, and Impa decided to split up their army to cover more ground. Link took the west side, while Sheik supported Impa along the east. The fighting even stopped Link from overthinking about Sheik being distracted by him. They were doing perfectly fine, even while fighting the Manhandla, until they had an opening to storm Cia the top of the temple.

Link couldn’t help but give Sheik a once over, checking for any injuries. He also couldn’t help but notice Sheik doing the same to him. But in that split second, Cia cast a spell that froze them in place. Lana was able to jump out of the way, but the rest of them weren’t so lucky. Cia stole Link’s Triforce and oddly enough Sheik’s, since apparently she held a piece. Then more magic happened than Link thought he would ever see in his lifetime.

Lana debriefed all of them on what had happened. Cia had ripped time and space apart to bring the areas that held a part of Ganondorf’s soul into their world.

“I had no idea the Triforce could do such a thing,” Impa mused once Lana had finished. “The tales always spoke of unlimited power but to see it in person.” She shook her head. “We will have to split up.”

They spent the next two hours debating who would go where and how many companies they should bring with them. Link voiced some concern over going to the area Lana called Skyloft alone, but Impa insisted.

“I have faith in you,” she nodded. “You have grown so much since I saw you on the training ground. Believe in yourself, Link.”

Again Sheik hesitated while everyone else left. Their rule of avoidance flew out of Link’s head, and he stayed behind with her.

“Impa doesn’t trust me,” Sheik said, a frown evident in her tone, though Link could not see it. “I should be going to Skyloft with you, not running around Death Mountain so Impa can babysit me.”

“So you’d rather we both get distracted in battle again?” Link half-teased.

“No, I,” she turned away, refusing to meet his eyes. “I want to make sure you’re safe. I can’t do that from Death Mountain.”

“I don’t know; Death Mountain is pretty tall,” he smiled. “You might be able to see me on one of those floating islands.”

Sheik laughed. It was a musical sound, so light and happy. Link had never heard her laugh, and he immediately decided he wanted to hear it again.

“It’s also more than that,” she sighed. “But now is not the time to voice insecurities. We must rest before we head out tomorrow.”

“For what it’s worth,” Link said as Sheik was about to step out of the meeting tent. “I trust you, Sheik.”

Her eyes seemed sad despite his sentiment, “Thank you, Link.”

Sheik seemed much happier the next morning.

“I analyzed our respective marching routes,” she smiled, or at least Link assumed she was smiling by the way her eyes beamed. “Our routes overlap for at least three days before Impa and I break off to go up Death Mountain.”

“That’s, uh, good,” Link awkwardly held his half-eaten toast.

“So, uh,” she sat down next to him, some nervousness creeping into her tone. “We could spend more time together, if you wanted.”

Link sat shocked for half a second. In his wildest dreams, he never thought Sheik actually liked him. Yet, here she was wishing to spend more time with him before they had to part ways.

“I would like to, yes,” he nodded. “As long as we don’t train together.”

Sheik laughed again, and Link’s heart soared.

***

“I will not have you distracting him from our goal.”

Link had been approaching Sheik’s tent when he heard voices.

“He is the chosen hero,” Impa was saying. “He has a duty to fulfill. You cannot lead him astray with your empty affections.”

“All your talk yesterday about your faith in him must then be a lie,” Sheik shot back, “if you think one woman can deter him from his course. Why aren’t you giving Lana the same shovel talk? Anyone with eyes can see the way she looks at him.”

Link swallowed roughly. He hadn’t noticed the way Lana looked at him.

“Lana can tell that any action on her part will only distract Link more. Unlike you.”

Sheik stormed out of the tent after that. Link thought about trying to conceal himself, but Sheik’s sharp eyes caught him too quickly.

“Walk with me,” she whispered. And so Link followed her until they reached a nearby river.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that,” Sheik finally spoke as she sat down on the grass by the bank. “Impa is unduly stressed about the disappearance of Princess Zelda, and she felt the need to exert her command over something she could control.”

“I would have thought she’d figured out she can’t control you already,” Link smiled as he sat down next to Sheik.

“Yes, one would have thought,” she sighed. “But she wasn’t entirely wrong.”

Link only stared.

“It is improper of me to pursue you when we are in the midst of war,” she continued. “I am being selfish and thinking only of my fears.”

“If I didn’t have someone like you to talk to,” Link started. “I would probably go crazy. Impa expects too much of me. She wants me to keep up the façade of being super-human, even while in camp. If I didn’t have you, I would have gone insane with stress and sleep-loss.”

They sat in silence for a while, simply watching the stars between the clouds and trees.

“There will come a time when I take these wraps off,” Sheik touched her scarf, which was pulled up over her nose like always. “And you will look at me differently. I just want you to know, that despite my appearance, I am still the same, and my intentions are true.”

“No matter what, I will always trust you,” Link whispered back.

***

Link came back from Skyloft with Fi in tow. He was still unnerved by her (It was a ‘her’ right? Despite being a sword?) calling him Master, but Link had faced stranger challenges during this strange war. This was nothing compared to an evil sorceress trying to destroy a whole kingdom out of some twisted version of love for him.

While his successful return was applauded, it was nothing compared to the news that Princess Zelda had returned with Impa from Death Mountain. Link was happy to hear the news, while secretly hoping Impa would lay off Sheik since the Princess was back. But he didn’t see Sheik the whole day since his arrival in the morning. She wasn’t with the healers in the medical tent, which was a relief, but she wasn’t in her own tent either. Link simply decided to distract himself with training. Sheik would come find him soon enough, he figured.

And just like he predicted, she surprised him as he walked down to the river they had visited not too long ago.

“You didn’t come to say hi to me all day,” her voice was filled with a pout. “It’s quite rude of you, making me come find you instead.”

“I didn’t even see you in camp,” Link began as he turned around, but his voice caught in his throat once he saw her. It wasn’t Sheik, but Princess Zelda, in front of him.

Link fell to one knee, “Your Highness.”

“Oh, never to that again,” the Princess motioned for him to get up. “You promised you wouldn’t look at me differently and that includes when I wear a crown.”

Link stood feeling extremely confused, “Sheik?”

The Princess laughed, and Link knew she and Sheik were one in the same.

“I’m sorry to have deceived you,” Zelda smiled. “But it was necessary to uncover what Cia was up to. That is until it backfired when Wizzrobe impersonated me at the Water Temple.” She grimaced at the memory. “Will you be able to forgive me?”

Instead of answering, Link kissed her.

“I’ll take that as a yes?”

Link only kissed her again.

#zelink #zelink month #zelink month 2018 #zelink week #hw zelink #shink #hyrule warriors #loz #flooshfics

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heartofhryule · 7 years

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Heart of Wisdom - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - It has begun!

WARNINGS: Possibly Teen+ - Contains suggestive themes. Contains Hyrule Warriors spoilers and story items. I highly recommend playing the game if you haven’t! It’s complete fluff, but fun fluff…. minus Lana. ______________________________

Heart of Wisdom - a Tale after Hyrule Warriors | Chapter 6 - Fear’s Icy Grip

Well, it was official, Link despised the North.

Not the North-ish, where Volga was from. No, that had been lovely with a few inches of snow, and green pines surrounding the roads and buildings, were warm fires and pumpkin soup chased away the chill. Snowpeak had been beautiful, and the night they’d stayed to rest on the journey had been spent under a pile of warm furs with a beautiful princess cuddled to him for warmth. Really he would always think fondly of his time there for that alone.

This however, The Outlands and their ice covered rocks, where no trees grew and the wind was made of frozen daggers was some kind of hell.

Of all their travelling companions, Volga and Epona seemed to mind it the least. Volga, his nature as a warlock-knight, seemed to have the internal furnace his alternate form of the dragon wore on the outside. The sideways snow melted before it hit him, puffs of steam radiating from the warmth of his armor. His horse was far less pleased, but seemed warm where her rider touched. Epona, Link’s faithful horse, bore both he and Zelda with determination. He could tell the harsh and extreme conditions had an effect on her, but his sweet mare refused to let it conquer her. She trudged forward, head down into the wind, refusing to give up as if she had to prove to nature itself she would not give in.

Zelda fared far less well, yet no less stubbornly. She had been shivering for hours against his back despite her fur lined cloak and heavy winter clothing. He’d asked her a dozen times if she wanted to stop for a little while to build a fire and warm up since they’d set out that morning, but she’d refused. Even Volga was keeping an eye on her, and he and Link shared concerned glances every now and then.

But their destination was in sight. The Mountain hall in which the Warlord had taken residence loomed barely visible through the snow storm ahead of them, the orange light through the windows like strange stars in the gray distance. Volga said that from here it would only be half a day’s ride if the wind let up, though it was a steep climb. Fearing them to be late due to weather, Zelda begged them to press on without harming the animals. Her own comfort seemed not in her concern.

As it stood, Volga and his magic, the ability to breath fire, cleared a path to make it far easier for the horses to make better time. Perilous and steep thought the mountain was, the three Hyrulean diplomats made it in time for the supper before the next day’s Summit.

To Link’s irritation, but not his surprise, there wasn’t much of a welcome - it seemed all horses were being kept in the foyer outside of the main hall but out of the blizzard… but being groomed and watched over by moblins. He detested them so much… They were also lead by a bobkin with a non-verbal grunt to the main hall, set with table and a feast of boar, berries, and other winter vegetables where the other diplomats were already gathered.

Filled with orange red light from the many fireplaces around the room, the hall was echoic with the clamour of conversation. There were many folk gather - the blue-skinned and scale Zora of the Western lands, who favored the old merfolk of lore, to the tanned and elegant Rito of the east with their long, straight hair on men and women alike ranging from black to brown and shock white who were believed to be descended of the birds of the Goddess, or so the legends said. It seemed they were not the last to arrive, as there was not a Goron in sight, but at the far end of the table, and from whence the most of the noise came, were the Gerudans who had passed through Hyrule Castle.

Zelda was wrapped in her cloak under his arm. Link rubbed her shoulders to try and get the blood flowing to warm her, and a few of the Diplomats nodded to them as they entered. Link nodded back, but found his eyes drawn down to the far end of the room. At first he wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but when he met eyes with one man in particular, he knew - and knew they were no longer safe. Pushing Zelda slightly behind him, he ignored her protest and motioned to Volga without taking his eyes away from the Gerudan Warlord - because it could be no one else.

“Hero?” Volga asked quietly, looking around to make their discourse seem less suspicious.

“We can’t stay.”

“We have to,” Zelda said softly. “Or there will be war for certain.”

“There will be anyway,” Link said as she watched the warlord, who still held his gaze, stand slowly. “It’s Ganon.”

***

The moment she walked in the room with her two escorts, Griffin knew. He knew who she was, what she could become, and he felt something roiling inside him. Lust, Anger, respect, desire... hatred. At first, he wondered if she too felt it. The more dreams that plagued him, the more Griffin believed that he had once been Ganon of legend and that this divinely beautiful creature who’d just walked through his doors was the Goddess reborn. She was at least the angel who’d haunted his dreams of late. What he’d not realized was that it was the same woman who had once, long ago condemned him to this frozen hell - the Princess Zelda herself.

He stared, his old friends from Gerudo continuing to talk but he heard none of it, nor could he have described her companions. Yet burned into his memory was every detail of her existence, down to the very last thread of her clothing.

“Griff?” Baqi, his friend the representative from the Gerudo deserts said trying to get his attention. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost...”

“Not a ghost,” he said softly, “A

Goddess.” Handing off his goblet, he started to take a step forward, but her guard, who looked no more than a boy, wearing his green tunic and cloak against the cold with sword and board on his back, caught eyes with him and Griffin stopped. There was something about that icy blue stare...

Whatever it was, both their attentions were drawn when a shrill greeting of happiness broke the moment. Princess Ruto of the Zora kingdom squealed and greeted the Princess-goddess, who he assumed was the Diplomat from that region. The Guard followed as the mermaid swept the angel off, and Griffin felt his fist clench. He would speak with her later. They were all on his time now.

***

“Princess Ruto,” Zelda said warmly with a respectful nod, relieved to have the strange tingling between her shoulders lifted by the Zoran girl’s welcome. “It has been quite some time. We were only what, six summers? Seven? When last we met?” Zelda fought the urge to grab Link’s hand at her uneasiness, but Ruto truly was a blessed and welcome distraction. She was not like the Ruto with whom Zelda and Link had spent time recently - no Ruto from the Era of the Hero of Time was safely where she belonged. This Ruto, from the Western Oceanic Kingdom, was covered in beautiful blue and coral scales, the fins atop her head giving the illusion of hair as they fell to her shoulders, and he eyes were the most lovely shade of green that lit up when she was smiling as she was now.

“Something like that, yes,” the blue skinned Zora said happily. “I hate to do this, but could you please come to the side of that tub? We’ve been freezing and without salt water for too long and I don’t feel well. I want to catch up!” As the Zoran princess didn’t wait for an answer, tucking Zelda’s arm in hers and tugging her towards a large wooden tub near one of the fireplaces and away from the Gerudan Warlord. Zelda reached back and grabbed for Link without looking, hooking fingers in his belt rather than getting his tunic to pull him along.

Glancing back, she noticed her Hero blush despite his eyes never leaving the opposite end of the room. She too had seen him and knew. She felt the Triforce in her possession thrum faintly even from this distance. If she knew, and Link knew, Griffin no doubt had to know, whether he understood it or not.

Ruto slipped into the tub with a grateful sigh, but kept her grip on Zelda’s hand. “So, how have you been? What’s the news from Hyrule Castle? Tell me everything!”

Zelda thanked a serf who brought she and her companions chairs. “Princess Ruto, allow me to introduce the Hero of Hyrule, Link, and our dear ally Baron Volga, the Dragonknight,” she said. She had told Ruto about dreams of a boy named Link when she was young, but she was hoping Ruto didn’t remember.

Ruto blinked, but she didn’t otherwise indicate whether or not she remembered the childhood incident. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both. I hope your journey wasn’t too difficult. Ours was an absolute misery I tell you! We got lost in that dreadful storm and wound up miles from where we were supposed to be. It was simply awful. I just wanted to die. And then we almost did! We’d been out of the water so long all our gills were getting dry despite wetting them with melted snow-water. Oh, heavens, I don’t even like to think about it.”

“We were also lambasted by the storm-” Volga started, but Ruto was eager to interject.

“Oh, it was! It was! Oh, you poor dears. Have you eaten? Griffin said to make ourselves at home.”

“You’re... on a first name basis with him?” Zelda asked quietly in disbelief.

Ruto blinked again. “Well what would you have me call him, dear?”

Zelda shrugged. “Lord Griffin? Warlord Griffin?”

“Oh please,” Ruto said waving a dismissive hand where she leaned over the edge of the tub, “Warlord is so gauche. It’s the name the nasty little goblin-kin gave him. And he’s not my Lord, nor is he yet a king or a prince or a baron or anything of the like, and well there’s not much to be even a Mayor of here, is there, dear?”

“I suppose not,” Zelda sighed.

“Well what are you going to call him?” she asked.

“I don’t know, Ruto. Sir maybe?”

“Well you’d better decide,” Ruto said nodding behind the three friends.”Because he’s coming this way.” With that she sank beneath the warm water and the surface moved where she swam around. The wooden tub really was huge, almost like a man made pool.

Zelda turned to look just as Griffin stepped around Link’s chair and took her hand with a smile. “Charmed, my lady,” he purred in a thick southern accent. Surprised and upset that she’d not felt him coming, she was confused that the Triforce was not thrumming more powerfully and Zelda knew her face paled quite a bit in spite of herself. There was no denying the feeling of Darkness’s spirit… albeit a bit weak. Nor was there denying those sharp, gold eyes. It was Ganondorf reborn… but he didn’t seem to yet fully be aware of that.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Warlord Griffin and your host. But then, I assume you would recall such, your highness?”

The way he stood over her impeded her ability to stand and feel less… trapped. She maintained her cool and collected demeanor giving him a nod. “I do, Warlord Griffin,” she said choosing the name he’d introduced himself by. She did not need to tip her hand if there was still room for them to escape this and prepare for what was coming. “I see you have made quite the stronghold for yourself.”

“One does what one must in the Outlands,” he rumbled, and the way his eyes traced over her left Zelda feeling in need of a bath. His lust radiated from him clear as the fire’s warmth around them. Her mind raced like a rabbit from the wolf looking for any excuse to duck away from him.

“Sir, if I might introduce my companions,” she said ducking up and around Griffin to Link’s side - Link who was glaring and fuming and not at all even trying to hide it. Taking his hand and hiding it between them so it was not seen, she smiled, trying to lend him some of her composure. “May I introduce Link, Knight of the Realm and Captain of my personal guard.” No reason to mention the Hero and risk awakening Griffin more than he might already be. “And you have met the Baron Volga of Snowpeak.”

She thought she saw his lip twitch in the beginning of a scowl when Griffin looked over Link, but could not be sure as he turned and gave Volga a slightly tighter grin, taking the Dragonknight’s hand instead and shaking it politely. “A pleasure. I know the journey was hard on everyone, and you are all my honored guests. Please, make yourself at home and should you need anything, do not hesitate to ask.”

He was enormous, standing hadn’t helped the intimidation factor the reincarnation of Ganon had achieved. His fiery red hair fell in dreadlocks adorned with golden trinkets around his shoulders not unlike a lion’s mane - similar to the Ganondorf they’d fought recently, but remarkably different. His neatly trimmed beard was groomed and completed the mane appearance around his dark and in places scarred skin.

His hands came up rapidly and clapped, causing Zelda to startle and Link to twitch and reach for his sword, but the Warlord's booming laughter accompanied his words, “Minstrels! A song!” His eyes returned to rest on her, and Zelda forced herself to relax… since Link wasn’t and looked as if he might try and take the man’s head then and there. “Would you like to dance, your Highness?”

Zelda shook her head politely, trying to swallow the lump in her throat that was trying to get her to run from the building or at the least hide behind Link. “No we’re quite exhausted. Thank you anyway, but I think she would.” Zelda nodded politely to the Gerudan lady who’d threatened her in the throne room of Hyrule, Naburoo, who was currently leaning against an opposite wall glaring daggers in their direction.

Griffin looked and chuckled. “Ahh yes, my second in command. Well,” he said and bowed to them shortly. “Another time then.” and with that he went to pull the woman into a dance.

“Are you sure we can’t leave now? Link asked through clenched teeth, tugged zelda behind him slightly, his eyes never leaving Griffin as the Warlord began to dance.

“He doesn’t recall everything,” Zelda said softly, hoping Volga could hear as well, not daring to raise her voice more. “We must play this out, and hope he does not ever recall.”

Link’s teeth ground together so hard, Zelda could hear it. She squeezed his hand and tried to urge him to look at her, but the Hero would not release Griffin from his eagle-eyed gaze with a dangerous growl.

“He can’t remember anything if he’s dead.”

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there’s enough brainrot abt this au to write like a book series so I thought i would finally introduce it properly,, so here goes NOTHING !!

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general zelda and link (tp) of the rebel cell referred to as the twilight squadron debriefing their next attack towards the empire

jedi padawan link (ww) and his pirate best friend tetra have no idea what they’re about to face up against when his clone captain suddenly aims his blaster in their direction, claiming to execute the unknown directive of order 66..

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head empty ijust jedi!link brainrot

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jedi!zelda my beloved

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heartofhryule · 7 years

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Heart of Wisdom - Chapter 1

If this goes well, I will post a second chapter. I got a hankering to be zelink trash and have no shame. No reposts please. Clearly it’s just Fanfiction, but I still wrote it. Thank youz!

DISCLAIMERS: Contains Hyrule Warriors spoilers and story items. I highly recommend playing the game if you haven’t! It’s complete fluff, but fun fluff.... minus Lana.

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Heart of Wisdom - a Tale after Hyrule Warriors | Chapter 1|

Chapter 1 - Aftermath

Having returned the Master sword to The Sacred Grounds, the rifts in the fabric of time and space healed, friends returned home and the Guardian of Time disappeared back to her vigil, now as Lana, Hyrule began to pick up the pieces left in Gannon’s wake.

Returning to Hyrule Castle shoulder to shoulder, Link was greeted with a Hero’s welcome. Hyrule Council was moved to promote the young knight, and recommended head of Castle guard. However it was the princess’s wish that the Hero of Time become her personal guard.

It had been a week since the defeat of Gannon on Hyrule Field, and Link stared out the window wistfully. Not for reliving that horrifying event - he still couldn’t get the smell out of his blue scarf despite the magic of the castle’s washer women - but because somehow fighting a primordial beast crafted from the soul of a hungry, warmongering madman and the heart of destruction seemed less painful than the tedium of a Council Meeting. After covering literally all of the new births and deaths reported from around the kingdom, the old man with the dry, boring voice droned on to the crop and livestock counts and any issues reported to the court.

It was all Link could do to stay awake without groaning.

That and watch Princess Zelda. How she managed to stay interested and sincerely focused was beyond him. But there she sat, golden hair illuminated like unto a divine halo by the morning sun and intently watching the Chamberlain list off how many goats there were in the eastern village. While he’d become accustomed to the warrior he knew her to be, Zelda was presently not dressed for battle. Instead she wore a dress of light blue with an overdress the color of an afternoon sky that made her violet-blue eyes look all the more lavender. Her crown was also not that of the war general, and while the jewels were in a similar pattern, they were red, and the gold settings were smaller and far less pointy.

Lost to his silent admiration of her for the moment, Link found himself sighing softly. What a week it had been since that moment where they had together saved Hyrule - and apparently not for the first time. Midna, of all people, had taken him aside one night before they’d fought Cia and explained everything to him so that he would not be surprised by what they found in the Temple of Souls. It was good that she had too - He was brave, but that entire experience had been beyond upsetting. Midna had explained that while he was not the Link she had known, his soul was, and that he was bound to the Goddess Hylia - alive in the blood and soul of the beautiful Princess sitting next to him and discussing more livestock with her Chamberlain.

He’d felt it, the moment she’d looked at him in the courtyard, while the soldiers were talking, wondering what the princess was doing ‘wasting her time’ with them, he’d felt it. Felt that her eyes were on and only for him… as his were for her. He’d not even noticed Impa until they were called away. At the time he’d dismissed it as his romantic heart and overactive imagination, yet after talking with Midna, things made a lot more sense.

But then this week had not gone how he’d hoped. As the head of the Princess’s personal guard, he’d expected to spend more time… well… around the Princess. instead he’d been given an exhaustive course on the Castle grounds, tactics, battlements, secret passages and every inch of grey stone and gardens Impa could dig up and claim was the Castle. He’d also been made to memorize every weapon, shield, harness, buckle and grommet in the Armory, every face on staff, even having had Impa throw in a few impostors to try and trip him up, but while he’d passed every challenge she’d flung at him with flying colors, by the time he made it anywhere near Zelda’s chambers, she was asleep for the evening and he could not enter, instead merely guarding her door.

Summoned to her chamber this morning had made his heart thrill with excitement, but he’d walked in to find Impa…. Again…. There with the princess when he’d been requested as her escort to the council meeting. But he’d smiled, eyes only for Zelda, and accepted on one knee, as was expected of him. He did so wish that he could have a moment to talk with her. They had spoken many times over the last months. Candidly by the campfire on the side of Death Mountain, in the safety of the Goddess Statue when they’d had to regroup in Skyloft, and many more times now that he knew his conversations with Sheik had also been her - but never about their pasts that he now knew, and wondered idly if she did.

That was what had done it. Certainly she was beautiful and strong. But Sheik he had considered a friend. Funny, wise, intelligent and with scathing humor when only he seemed to be paying attention, Link had known he was dangerously close to love when Zelda revealed she had been Sheik all along.

And somehow he’d known? But then if he listened to Midna, that’s because he did know, because he knew her. And it wasn’t so strange that he loved her so easily, so quickly. He’d loved her, and she him, in many life times.

Now, only if he could get her alone to speak with her. He had no idea where they stood currently, if she knew or had any inclination to their histories beyond what they’d seen in Gannon and Lana. Maybe after this meeting…

He watched as her eyes flicked to him briefly, and her expression softened from the grim intensity she’d been wearing since the meeting had been called to order. In fact, the corners of her eyes seemed to turn up in a secret smile just for him, causing the Hero’s heart to tense violently and reaffirm his hope.

Zelda was so aware of the way Link continued to watch her, it was all she could do to stay focused. He looked tired, and she wanted to comfort him. He’d been so busy over the last week she’d hardly been able to see him. That was until this morning. She’d been observing his tasks and duties since her decree for him to be her personal guard, and those observations lead her to have a meeting with Impa that morning.

She’d sat in her bedchamber, playing her harp softly as she waited for her most trusted companion to arrive, smiling at the idea this conversation was even necessary. She knew it was from a place of good, but… well it was going to stop.

The knock heralded Impa’s arrival a moment before Zelda stood and bid her enter. The General of the Hyrulean army came in and bowed politely, but in her respectfully informal manner. “Majesty,” Impa said standing, “What calls me to you so early this morning? Have the nightmares returned?”

Zelda smiled gently and shook her head. “No, my friend. I am well. However I must ask you something.”

“Anything, Highness.”

“For what reason are you keeping our Hero so busy that I have been unable to speak with him in more than seven days and nights?”

Impa gulped and visibly looked… well guilty. She knew better than to lie to Zelda. Triforce or not, reading people was a speciality of the Princess’s. “Highness… I, well you see, Zelda-” The Princess listened with a gentle smile. She knew what it was. Impa felt responsible for Zelda. Since the death of her parent’s at a young Age, Impa had been Zelda’s guardian. She was like a mentor, an older sister, Zelda’s dearest friend.

Walking forward and setting her harp on the bed, Zelda smiled, taking Impa’s hand in both of hers. “Impa, your concern for my heart and virtue is appreciated. You are my dearest friend. But I am no longer a girl, and wish to make my own decisions, even if they become mistakes. I am a woman now. A Princesss-”

“And the reincarnation of the Goddess,” Impa pointed out, eyes squeezed shut against her stinging chagrin.

“Yes.”

“And the Royalty of Hyrule.”

“Yes.”

“And looking at a peasant boy trainee as if he hung the moon and stars.”

Smiling more broadly, Zelda shook her head. “He is a knight… and The Hero. My Hero.”

“Yes but-”

“No Impa,” Zelda said and reached up to cup her friend and guardian’s face, willing the magic of the triforce and the goddess to aid her. “Remember…”

When it happened, when Impa’s mind opened to the times she’d shared a life with them, when she’d aided their quests against the Darkness, Zelda felt it. Tears streaming down Impa’s cheeks she met Zelda’s eyes. “Your Hero,” she said, a new understanding taking root in the Sheikah’s mind. “You you hardly know him in this life.”

“And I don’t think that’s much going to change if you keep him so busy I never get to see him, do you?” Zelda urged, but with a kind smile and laugh. “Now, why don’t we summon him to escort me to the meeting, and then perhaps our Hero can have the day off from memorizing the kitchen pans, yes?”

And there they sat, Zelda giving genuine responses and answers while equally counting the heartbeats until they were done. His gaze was like the caress of fairy’s wings over her skin, the likes of which she found exceedingly distracting. Finally the Council meeting was called to an end, and each of the members paid their respects before exiting the chamber. As soon as the last eyes were off them, Zelda slumped back in her chair and sighed.

Suddenly Link was beside her. “Highness?” he said taking her hand. “Are you alright? Faint? Can I get you anything?”

“Not unless you have a way to make our dear Chamberlain less boring,” she said softly, squeezing his hand. She felt his pause as his mind shifted gears from concern to amusement. Taking a knee, he rest his elbow on the arm of her chair, and chin in the bend of his resting elbow. She also noted he did not remove his hand from hers.

“That would be a true miracle, I think,” Link grinned softly, facing beaming up to her. The warmth in his gaze as she met his clear, crystal blue eyes made her blush. He was so very handsome, and adorable when he looked at her like that. “No greater a miracle than having a moment to myself with you, though.”

“I have addressed that with Impa,” Zelda promised with a soft smile. “Your duties will steer more now towards actually protecting me.”

“Not that you need it,” he chuckled. “I’ve seen you with a sword. And hope to never be on your bad side.”

She smiled and turned in her chair to face him full on, her heart skipping with giddy excitement to finally be alone with him. She wanted to ask him what he knew, what he remembered once the timelines had merged. But she hadn’t the first clue how to start. “Link, I want to ask you,” she said and leaned a bit forward.

Her Hero, in his newly cleaned and pressed green tunic leaned up from where his chin had been resting and over the arm with a hopeful smile. “Anything, Princess.”

“Zelda.”

“Hmm?”

“Please, when not in formal court, please just call me Zelda.” She watched as a smile blossomed over his face, chasing chill bumps from her head to her toes.

“Of course, Zelda. Was that what you wanted to ask?”

“No, I-”

But a knock at the chamber interrupted her and they both jumped up to attention, Zelda with her back straight and hands folded delicately once more in her lap, Link standing straight up aside her chair, hands behind his back. Impa came in rapidly storming across the room and looking nonplussed. “Highness,” she said needing her stride by taking a knee. “We have a problem.”

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