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likeafairytale · 2 months

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“ Guess you are my lucky compass then. ” - a slightly flirty Aeron to Zelda when he realizes she always find the right path

“Guess you truly need me now.”

Zelda did not realize she was flirting back with him, but sure Aeron did. He smirked, and that was enough to make her blush. She looked away, her attention now on the horizon. The sea was calm, nothing was in eyesight. Just water, but the girl knew they were going to the right direction. She did not know exactly how, but she just knew it. She proved it numerous times before that she was very talented to find the right path. Not once did she has mistaken, and she even saved everyone lives once, which she was very proud of. It was enough for some crew members to stop talking ill about her, realizing that she was at use here, some still think she didn't belong here, but she didn't truly care. As long as the Captain was alright with it, and it seemed that Aeron couldn't care less that she was a woman.

After a moment, Aeron gave the helm to one of his crew member who based by, before directing Zelda to follow him. She followed the order, and followed him through the deck of the ship where everyone was busy. She looked around, and she felt terrible to not be helping, but each time she tried, she was met with disapproval, or disgusted, or even worse looks from everyone, and she hated it. But now she found a way to help without having to spend time with anyone else but Aeron, and she couldn't be happier, for he was the only one she trusted here. The only one to respect her boundaries, and the only one she wanted to be around.

The finally arrived in the Captain's cabin. Aeron took place in the Captain's chair, putting his feet on the desk as if he couldn't care less of what the girl could think of him. The man smirked again, and the girl answered to that by a smile. He showed her the empty chair in front of his, indicating her to sat if she liked too.

“Now, go on, resume your story.” He said with an amused smiled.

“Ah, yes!” The girl started before sitting. She understood that he brought her here because he wanted to hear the story out of earshot. He seemed to like her stories, while everyone was simply laughing when she brought them up. Maybe it was to avoid that, and avoid having to interrupt Zelda by yelling at his men. “Where was I again? Ah, yes, the Cheshire cat! I met the Cheshire at a crossroad. I wasn't sure which path to take, a-”

“Ah, so you were lost.”

“No I wasn't! … Well, yes I was, b-”

“And you told me you never got lost.”

“I do not! Not by myself, at least. I was following the white rabbit. But the white rabbit lost his path, so I lost mine too. But if I am leading I never get lost.”

“I see. Why were you following the white rabbit again?” He asked, quite amused, but she did not notice the amusement.

“Because he said he was late. I wanted to ask why didn't he get up earlier to avoid being late. But I couldn't catch up with him, he was too fast for me. I was just a little girl.”

“Alright, so, back to the cat.”

“Yes, the Cheshire cat! He had a strange smile on his face and told me we were all mad here, so the path I take doesn't truly matter.”

“Well I suppose he was right in both matters. Do you often talk to smiling cats?”

Once again, the amusement was visible in Aeron's face, and Zelda thought he was truly his best to not laugh. He wasn't malicious about it, at least that's what the girl would like to believe, but he sure was very amused, and she did not enjoy that. She knew too well that her stories were... harebrained. So many people told her that, or made her understand that without a word, and she hated it. She hated sounded like a crazy person.

Every excitement she had to talk about her stories left her and she looked away. She stayed quiet, and he did not pressure her to talk either. They both stayed silent, him looking at her, and her looking at the wall where maps were hanging.

“I know you think I'm crazy, like everyone else.” Zelda suddenly said, and he seemed quite surprised by those words.

“I don't think you're crazy. I think you're... intriguing.” He answered, but she had a sour laugh, which made him frowned.

“Intriguing... That's what Doctor Bumby used to say too. 'You're an intriguing girl, your stories are always far-fetched.' I heard all the words possible for 'crazy', but intriguing is the one I hate the most. It makes the other person believe they are sane.”

“Do you often listen to what this... Doctor Bumby said to you?” Aeron asked after a moment of silence, which brought back her attention on him.

“I had to. He is the Doctor.”

“Yeah, that's just a fancy title. Doesn't have a real meaning to me. Do you believe your stories to be real?”

“Of course I do. I lived them. I know they are real.”

“Then, that's all matter to me. Not the opinion to a man I never and will never meet.”

To his words, she couldn't help but smile a little, and she had to looked away in order to hide her red cheeks. He stood up and came a bit closer. He sat of the edge of his desk, so close to her that she couldn't look away anymore, but she didn't mind that at all. Aeron smirked, she blushed, and he laughed a little. Softly, he touched her cheeks, not before asking for a silent approval, that she gave by nodded. She felt as if there were no more air his her lungs as soon as he fingers touched her cheeks, while her heart was racing. Her green emerald eyes were focus on his lips, and she wished her had the courage to kiss him, but she felt too weak to stand right now.

“And intriguing can be a positive thing.”

“You're intriguing to me...”

“See, I take that as a compliment. You should too.”

She simply nodded, her eyes still focus on his lips. He might have noticed it, because he smiled and came a bit closer, which, once again, she didn't mind. She felt good at the moment, and, although a part of her was a bit afraid of physical contact, another was excited right now. She didn't know which part to listen, and she didn't notice that she already made her choice, when she slowly came closer to Aeron. He wasn't touching her anymore, but seeing that he didn't seem to know what to do with his hands made her believed that he'd liked to touch her again. She was so close to kiss him when they heard a knock on the door that bring Zelda back from her transe. She shook her head and sighed, and he sighed too.

“Island! We have an island!” They heard, meaning they reached their destination.

“Well. Too bad I won't hear the end of this story today.” He whispered so close to her that it made her shivered, and a part of her told her he wasn't truly talking about the story.”

“I'll tell you more later...” She stupidly said while she part away from him.

“I look forward to that, then.” He answered with a smirk, and she blushed. “But for now, let's go see if you were right once again.”

“Oh, I am. And you'll be sorry to have ever doubted my words.”

#zelda of hyrule #zelda x aeron #zelron #zelda writing prompt #writing prompt #i love their relationship a lot #they are cute together #i love that for once she doesn't seemed judged #and she can talk about wonderland without thinking she's crazy #that's cute to me #i really love them #icanbeyourgenie

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ghostbsuter · 6 months

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"Oh, fuck no." The door is slammed, unfortunately for him, the guy stuck his foot in the jamb and pushed it open again.

"C'mon luv!" Constantine smiles charmingly, not waiting for Danny and entering the apartment.

At least Batman, Nightwing and Spoiler had the patience to wait for him to invite them in. Sagging against the door, he beckoned them inside.

Despite the caution, Spoiler gleefully stepped in, looking around like a child in an amusement park— which might not be too far off.

His apartment is, with all its wards and enchantments, very magical inside than it is outside.

The planetary system of another world, used as light for the living room and for practice.

(Nightwing is careful with what he touches. He still remembers the hours they spent in Mumbo Jumbo's hat.)

Batman on the other hand is following Constantine and Danny to what he assumes to be the office, if the amount of magical stuff carelessly laying around means anything.

"Alright fucker, what are you doing here? And how did you even know I live in gotham?"

John had the audacity to look abashed, scratching the back of his head with a nervous chuckle.

"Something came up and you know Gotham doesn't like me. She is much more used to you and I wanted to introduce bats to you, in case of emergency."

The young adolence stares owlishly.

(How did Constantine expect him to act at the fact that he's trusting a magical situation into the hands of a stranger?

Batman isn't sure how good the boy even is!)

"That's incredible thoughtful of you Connie." Danny hums. "What did you lose for your sorry ass to come here?"

Spoiler snorts, petting a red salamander. "He didn't lose anything." She reassures with a wave, giving an exaggerated smile and raising her brows to show that she's finding it very amusing.

Constantine sputters.

"Ancient knows how Zatanna and Raven deal with him."

Nighteing perks up from the side where he'd looked over the books, some pixie fairies(?) fawning over him? "Raven? You know her?"

Danny suppresses another sigh.

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prisiidon · 1 year

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quartzlightz · 3 months

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Short prompt from my docs that I’ll most likely be turning into a fic.

Legend was starting to settle himself into bed when the bedroom door creaked open.

“All clean?” Legend asked, already knowing who was there without needing to look up.

“Sure am, bunny,” Ravio spoke in a loving and cheery tone. Legend rolled his eyes at the nickname, but he couldn’t hold back the growing smile on his face. The veteran laid down in bed, turning over onto his side facing Ravio.

Ravio made his way over to his side of the bed and got under the covers and pulled Legend in closer so they could snuggle.

Legend hummed against Ravio’s collarbone, “I’m glad Hylia let me come home for once, and not because there is something we need to defeat.” The thought of their three year anniversary being tomorrow nerved Legend a bit, but not in a completely bad way. He’s done this two times before, there is no need to be nervous about it now.

“Yes, I’m glad for that too but won’t it be hard to devote the day to just the two of us with the others around?” Ravio asked genuinely.

Legend closed his eyes as he snuggled closer to Ravio, tightening his grip around him, “Surprisingly, it won’t be. We’ve let Malon and Time celebrate their anniversary before with no disruptions, so I believe they should be fully capable of not disturbing us.”

Ravio returned his tighter grip around him with his own, “Hm, good. I truly did want tomorrow to just be about us.” It was silent for a few moments, both basking in the presence of the other. Ravio spoke up again asking another question, “Though, who’s Malon?”

Legend let out a small laugh, “She’s Time’s wife, practically adopted us all. Claiming we’re her and Time’s boys.” Legend smiled at the memories made with her, “I’m sure you two would get along if you ever met. She can bring someone out of their shell real quick.”

“She sounds delightful,” Ravio yawned and buried his face into Legend’s hair. “Let me guess, you were one of those people she got to come out of their shell?” Ravio teased.

“...Just go to sleep already.” Legend grumbled.

Ravio laughed gently, “Love you, bunny, good night.”

“Good night, love you too, Rav.” Legend replied sleepily.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #legend of zelda #lu legend #lu ravio #albw ravio #ravioli #raviolink #writing prompt #ficlet

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skyloftian-nutcase · 11 months

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Do you remember the asks I sent a while ago about how another hero would have risen faster if Zelda had let link die in the calamity and the new hero’s « imaginary friend » was the spirit of botw link acting as the companion for the new hero? And how it would make botw link’s family feel? Do you think you could write something with that?

(@wildsage00 @luckybyrdrobyn @artisticgamer)

There was chatter of a strange swordsman amongst the gossipers in Hateno.

Abel was wary of it. He didn't like when there was "exciting" news in Hateno. He preferred it when the village was quiet. It had been quiet for so long, any change in the status quo immediately put him on edge.

He could only handle so much these days. Hylia knew Lyra was enough of a handful.

It had been fifteen years since the Calamity. Fifteen years since he'd lost nearly everything, fifteen years since he'd failed in his duty as a knight, as a husband, and as a parent, fifteen years since he'd buried his soldiers, civilians, his father-in-law, his wife, and his son all within the span of a few weeks.

He still had never spoken of it since then.

In a way, it was foolish of him not to bring it up. Clearly Lyra was just as affected as him, and she had far more of her mother's temperament than his own. He handled the matter silently while she fell apart. He held her while she cried herself to sleep night after night, shivering from nightmares, begging him to make it better and find a way to bring her family back.

She'd stopped crying, after a while. He'd hoped it meant she was improving, but he knew better. His daughter's one saving grace was that both her parents were stubborn, and she had inherited that. It had been interesting, watching which child took after which parent and how they blended them together. Link had always been sensitive, and he had grown quiet under pressure, putting duty above all else like his father. Lyra had always been louder like her mother, understanding the importance of duty but always questioning it; despite this, she held much of her father in her, growing resistant, angry, driven, outright frightening in the face of pressure. She would rise to the challenge and destroy any obstacle in her way out of pure spite if she had to.

As the years had gone by, Lyra's stubbornness and anger came to a head in her adolescence, that horrid time when a desire to grow, naiveté to the world, and self centered viewpoint all mixed into a stubborn and emotional teenager who wouldn't listen.

Those years had been difficult. Abel and Lyra had fought many times, and he'd had to leave the village in search of her more often than he cared to recall. She'd been insistent on learning how to fight, on reclaiming Hyrule as if she could do so by herself, on picking up her brother's sword and killing Ganon singlehandedly.

Those years had... strained their relationship. But they were trying to rebuild. Abel had compromised, teaching her a little of how to fight. She patrolled the forest just outside of Hateno and fought off monsters. Every time she returned with excited tales of her victories his smile grew a little more. It was a fair arrangement, and it kept things quiet and peaceful.

Until the talk of a swordsman started.

Visitors to Hateno Village were a rarity. No one dared venture out of whatever safe haven they had found the first few years after the Calamity. Refugees trickled into town the first few years and Hateno could barely support them. It wasn't until close to a decade later that anyone dared explore once more, and that was when word spread of the dangers of travelers. Strangers were watched warily these days.

Abel washed some dirt off his hands by the pond as he listened to some women gossiping. He heard feet shuffling and glanced to see Uma, one of the village teenagers, approaching him.

"Sir Abel, Mom says there's a swordsman in town," she noted.

Abel hummed noncommittally in acknowledgement.

"Have you seen him?" Uma continued gently.

Abel sighed. Uma was one of the chattier kids in the village, and she found events outside of Hateno fascinating. Naturally, she gravitated towards those who had any sort of experience with the rest of the world, so Abel had been victim to her interrogations in the past. An exciting visitor was definitely likely to pique her interest. "No. And you'd best be careful about him."

Uma gave a small pout, nodding a little in acknowledgement before asking, "Do you know where Lyra is?"

As a matter of fact, Abel did not know. Given the current excitement buzzing through town, he probably should look for her. "No."

"Oh. Ok. Can I get you anything before I go, Sir Abel?"

Abel paused from drying his hands on his tunic. The question was spoken innocently from the lips of a child who didn't know any better, but its origin was something he didn't care to think about.

Hateno Village was not a large place. Everyone knew everyone. They had all known Abel and his family, they had all seen Link walk through town to get home with a legendary blade on his back. Though many didn't know the happenings of Hyrule, word spread of the Hero of Hyrule, the Princess' Champion, and his role in destiny. Just before the Calamity it had gotten bad enough that Link no longer spoke in to anyone in the village and barely uttered a word in the safety of his family's home. When everything had fallen apart...

Well. Abel didn't care for the way people looked at him. Most did so with pity. Some with curiosity, eager to hear what had actually happened. The mayor had been kind enough to prevent any sort of interrogation. Over the years the concern and nosiness had transferred to their children. Uma was a kind soul from a kind family, and had clearly been told that Abel was in need of help, and so she always offered when she could.

He hated it.

"No," he answered quietly, and the teenager traipsed off, likely in search of Lyra, unbothered by his short responses.

Sighing, the world weary man turned and nearly ran into yet another teenager, though he immediately realized this one was not from the village. Based on the boy's dark complexion and black hair, he looked like he could be from Lurelin Village, one of the few remaining hamlets in the entire country. He was built strong; though short in stature, his muscles were apparent, sculpted from training though still softened by youth. He wore garb from the fishing village, all the more confirmation to Abel, and, as suspected based on the rumors, he had a sword on his back alongside multiple travel supplies.

Abel watched the boy warily. He hadn't expected the swordsman to be this young, but he still didn't trust him. What was he doing here, anyway?

"Um... hi," the teenager said, shifting in place awkwardly. "I... heard that girl--Uma? She... she called you Sir Abel. Are you Sir Abel?"

"What do you want?" Abel asked, crossing his arms and staring the boy down.

The teenager shriveled a little under his gaze before glancing to his right, staring at something for a moment. He took a shaky breath, his hazel eyes darting back to Abel for a moment.

Something about this kid was off.

"My... I..." the kid tried awkwardly, and then gave a sharp bow. "Sorry! I'll leave now!"

With that, the boy rushed by him, heading for the village inn. Abel watched him go, hackles less raised than before as he grew bemused.

XXX

The inn was really nice. Like, much nicer than the one back home. Of course, he guessed more people came here. Hateno was more centrally located. Maybe that was it.

Link didn't know. All he knew was this place was so big and overwhelming. He missed home.

After paying for a place to rest, he dragged his feet upstairs, thankful that he had the place to himself. Then he looked hesitantly to his right. "I'm... I'm sorry. He's... I..."

"It's okay," came the always quiet voice as the Hero reappeared, eyes downcast. "He can be intimidating."

Link watched his companion worriedly. The Fallen Hero often had an air of sadness to him, but he usually tried to hide it behind a neutral face or a small smile. Today had been a nerve wracking day for both of them - as soon as he'd been given this new task he'd seen the tension in his companion increase, and he'd spoken even less.

"You said he was the captain of the guard," Link offered with a shrug, trying to cheer him up and also trying to figure this out. "I mean... captains sound intimidating."

The Hero huffed a little, not commenting, still gazing somewhere far beyond where Link could reach. He wondered if it had to do with the Hero's guilt. Link had seen his friend through the years, playing with him, and as he'd grown older the visits had been fewer and far between until the Hero had finally admitted his true destiny with reluctance. He had apologized, stating that the fault was his own, but had promised to be with him every step of the way. Link had found what answers he could from his family and his village, but not much was known about the Hero of Hyrule except that he, alongside all the other Champions, had been killed.

Link supposed the true issue, then, was that the Hero's guilt made him think that he had failed the captain of the royal guard. After all, he had been tasked with protecting not just Hyrule, but the princess specifically. Now she was trapped in the castle.

This entire side quest was... terrifying to Link. He had been traveling with his friend for a good while now, but after many battles and growing in strength, the Hero had said they needed to find Sir Abel, who would be able to help him find the legendary sword that they would need to defeat Ganon. That had led them to Hateno Village.

The idea of taking the mantle of Hero had not quite sunk in until he'd realized that once he accepted that sword, he accepted his destiny. Having to do so was already weighing heavily on him... having to speak to such a scary looking man didn't help.

He kind of looked like his friend, though. That was weird.

"I'll talk to him, I promise," Link said as he sat on the bed. "I just... need to come up with a good way to approach him. Got any tips?"

The Hero hugged himself, looking opposite of Link.

Well, great. His friend was really upset about this. Link sighed. "Hey. It's... don't feel bad about... him. The Calamity destroyed the entire country and killed all the Champions. You know that it's... it's okay, right?"

He'd been trying to have this conversation for a while now. It was obvious his companion bore the weight of the entire Calamity on his shoulders. He'd tried dancing around the subject, thanking him for his help, saying he was great fun to be around. It had been complicated at first - he'd wondered if the Hero had befriended him as a child just to manipulate him into doing his duty when he was older. But he knew this person - he knew the reason he'd befriended him was out of shame, not some devious ulterior motive. So he'd been trying to cheer him up, because any joy he'd seen in his friend had slowly drained out of him as their quest had progressed.

The Hero looked back at him, face stony.

Link huffed. "It's okay. I wouldn't expect you to stop an entire freaking army of guardians. They look really creepy."

"You haven't faced one yet."

"Yeah, yeah, so I don't know how strong they are, whatever," Link said dismissively. "They still look freakishly strong."

"That's why I've told you stay away from Central Hyrule."

"Okay, but like, there were a million of them at the fort on the way here."

The Hero grew silent.

"Did... did Sir Abel fight them?" Link asked hesitantly. When he got no response, he sighed. "We'll figure it out, okay? I'll get the sword."

"Please," his friend suddenly said. "Don't... don't try to do this for me. I don't want you to do this for me."

"You want me to do it for Hyrule?"

"I want you to choose to do it."

"I already did," Link answered immediately. "I chose this. And I'll, uh... choose to maybe try some of the local food and go fishing before I get near that guy again."

His companion chuckled, a rare smile pulling at his lips. "I'll think of a way you can approach him in the meantime."

"Great! You think about it so I don't have to," Link chirped happily, hopping to his feet. "Maybe we can talk at dinner?"

"You know I can't maintain my form that long."

"Breakfast?"

His companion pointed outside the window, and Link slowly walked to it. This was another trial, wasn't it?

"Get the spirit orb from the shrine," the Hero instructed. "I'll meet you after that."

"Spirit orb. Got it." Link nodded, turning to smile only to find himself alone in the room. He felt a little cold and empty all of a sudden, sad and lonely, but he tried to shake it off. He wished his friend could just stay with him, but he guessed it took work being a spirit in a land of... not spirits.

Link looked back outside, catching sight of the knight he was supposed to talk to. The man was wandering by the inn, throwing a wary glance its way. The fisherman gulped.

Later. He'd deal with it later. It was time to relax for the day, and then defeat the shrine in the morning so he could talk to his companion.

They'd figure this out together, like they always did.

#I remember those asks! :)#this got way longer than I expected it to lol but it was quite fun #wild spirit #now it has a tag so we can find it whenever #writing #writing prompt #you ask skye answers #lovely anon #breath of the wild #I guess technically #legend of zelda #loz au #breath of the wild link #botw link #abel

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sigridhawke · 1 year

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ZoraMay prompt list coming in with another prompt of Sentimental. 🦈🦈

“This place holds meaning doesn’t it? My father told me stories of how you and her used to sit on the trunk of Vah Ruta high above the land.” As the sun made its descent from the sky, Link’s gaze followed his own as they took in the rolling hills of Hyrule once more. Problems seemed so much smaller from up here, and the world so much larger. The cooling breeze caressed his fins and tousled the strands of the champion’s hair. “It’s nice up here.”

Link hummed his agreement, leaning back against the trunk of Vah Ruta and just basking in the comforting silence a little longer.

For Sidon, it was an odd feeling to be at a loss for words. Fidgeting with his hands, he hoped if his sister had reservations, she would make them known; or, give him words of encouragement. She always had a way of putting his mind at ease.

The movement of hands drew his gaze back to his companion, clad in the familiar blue of the Zora Armor first made for him 100 years ago.

[You’re doing it again,] Link signed with a soft expression setting his heart a flutter. [What are you thinking?]

Taking a deep breath the Prince opted to speak without allowing himself the chance to contemplate his words, praying to whatever deity might hear that his words would make sense.

“Link. I may not be able to heal you like my sister, but trust that I will support you in any way that I can, with everything that I have-”

[Other doodles here]

#me adding writing to a prompt? more likely than you think #zoramay #zora may #mermay 2023 #mermay #prince sidon #sidon #sidlink #botw #legend of zelda #loz link #redraw of sorts #my art #my writing

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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Greetings, Villainous Kitty

I've come with an absurd writing request.

How about a hero (who used to be very idealistic) who violently murders the people who supposedly killed their lover, the villain (you said you didn't get enough characters going feral and murdering ppl n stuff so here we are)

Except the catch is, the hero discovers the villain is alive. You choose how they react.

No pressure at all and definitely no rush. I hope this wasn't too unoriginal, and it's completely fine if you don't want to write it. . .

Also you're very very talented and your writing slayssss 💙💙

In all honesty, the hero didn’t know they were this good with swords.

Usually, they didn’t use equipment for close combat and especially not those which were made to cut and tear. Protection was supposed to be their top priority. A commandment they obeyed like none other. After all, training had designed them this way: to protect.

“If you do this,” the superhero said, “you’ll never forgive yourself.”

Their heavy breathing broke their voice in many places. As well as the blood in their throat and the pain brewing in their shattered leg. But the hero had little sympathy, had little compassion to spare. Within hours, their entire world had been destroyed. Now they knew that they could destroy entire worlds within merely seconds.

“That’s what you want? Play god? Kill whatever you want?” The hero hadn’t realised, had never really recognised it but tears were running down their face, together with all their emotions.

“Jealous?” the hero asked. They weren’t ashamed of the tears, weren’t ashamed of the suffering and the sins they were committing. They had nothing to lose and they only killed those who deserved it. They felt like this was the first time in years in which they brought justice to the city.

“I remember when you were a child,” the superhero said. They smiled softly as they held a nasty wound on their side. “So scared but so bright. You always asked if you could give the rest of your food to the guard dogs.”

Yes, they supposed that had happened.

“I never had a kid. To have you was enough.” Ashamed, the hero realised that they’d let their guard down. So, they pressed their blade into one of the superhero’s wounds and watched as their superior twisted in pain, screaming when the hero turned the sword a bit.

“And look at us now,” the hero said. “Look at what you did.”

And the superhero did. They looked at the building the hero had wrecked, the wires hanging from the ceiling and the destroyed furniture. At the dead guards and the glass. A calamity.

“You killed them. You killed the villain,” the hero said as they pulled the sword out of the superhero’s body. “You slaughtered them like an animal.”

“It had to be done—” the superhero wheezed in response. They took in greedy gasps of air but it wasn’t enough. Blood was in their lungs and they would die soon.

“I loved them.”

“And I loved you. I loved you like my own child.” The superhero stretched out their arm, probably so they could touch them. But the hero just looked at them, two lines of tears drawing into the dirt on their cheeks. “I couldn’t let them destroy you.”

For a long time, the hero watched them. How they fought for air and how they tried so desperately to survive their injury. But then, they made up their mind.

“Forgive me, then,” the hero said.

“I always will,” echoed the answer and that was all the hero needed. With a horrible crunch were they able to put the blade through their mentor’s chest as tears dropped down onto their hands. There were little noises of protest but soon enough, they died when the blood came.

They sat there for minutes, watching the lifeless body of the superhero being completely motionless, unresponsive. And the hero cried, couldn’t do anything but cry into their own hands.

They were a failure. Doomed to shatter. They couldn’t believe how many people they had killed and how many of those were close to them. What had they become? What was wrong with them?

After half an hour, they could barely move. Their whole body was shaking and they were too tired to use their muscles. They just sat there, watching the cold body.

But, then.

“My love.” The hero turned around, thinking this was a cruel trick. “Do you want me to take you home?”

They weren’t quite sure if the hand on their shoulder was real. They didn’t know if they only imagined their lover.

#what I’ve written makes no sense sorry been thinking about link #link link link thinking about link #like link just killing to get to Zelda??#I know link is supposed to be stoic that’s why is quiet in botw because he has his duties and he has to be an example #but stoic link losing his composure completely?? like in the totk trailer he drops the mastersword to get to Zelda like my dude #MY DUDE WHY ARE YOU SO AMAZING #how is his only happy expression in botw when he cooks LIKE LMFAO WHAT #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #request #an answer for an ask #whump

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candy8448 · 2 months

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Photo (for the one word prompt)

Used a fic idea i had since i basically joined this fandom but never wrote so i got carried away and wrote 1580 words 0.0

This fic idea came to me when playing totk for the first time when it first came out, i took a photo of the old champions photo and put it in the gallery of my new house

Get ready for some fluff! (From me? I know, shocking!)

Send me a one word writing prompt

"And this room, i actually made with you guys in mind... i didn't have space for full beds but those mattresses are a lot comfier than a sleeping roll. Sometimes i even prefered sleeping in here than in my own bedroom," imagining that i was still with you lot, he left out. Wild turned back to the chain as he finished showing them around his new home. Twilight glanced around, noting something,

"Where is the champions photo? I thought of all things you would want to bring, it would be that?"

Wild tried to hide his upset expression, "well, Zelda kept it... and she is the one with all the real memories of them... so its okay"

He tried not to think about losing the champions photo, but he couldnt help but think it was like loosing them all over again. Still, nothing would come from burdening the chain with his emotions.

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The next day, while Wild was out running errands, Legend burst into their shared room on the top floor, canvas and paints in his arms, dumping them on the table in the center of the room,

"We're painting him a new one."

"What?"

"You saw how sad he looked when he didn't have the champion's photo; we are repainting him a new one"

Warriors grinned at the vet, "wow, didn't know you were soft, collector."

That earned a glare, "You never know when you could lose someone, sometimes you need something to keep their memory alive, like a song, or a picture."

A few of them nodded in agreement.

"Right, who's doing what?" Time said as they all gathered around the table.

Wind's hand shot up first, "ooh, OOH! I can draw! Let me draw it!"

Legend looked at him, "okay, you do the sketch and i do the painting, BUT im gonna check over the sketch before we're done" ever the perfectionist.

Sky nudged Four, "bet we can make a pretty good frame eh?" Four grinned back and nodded, running off to find somewhere he could start.

Roles were assigned to each member: Four and Sky would work on a frame, Wind would sketch and Legend would paint, Warriors would find Flora and ask to borrow the original photo as reference, Time would also go with him to learn more about the champions, and finally, Hyrule and Twilight, having no artistic skill and being the closest to their cook would distract Wild until the painting was finished. It was a good plan, and they began too work.

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Legend and Wind sat in the top room all day, Wind was getting frustrated at how the sketch was just not looking right, Legend came to pull the pencil away,

"No you do it like this!" He said, rubbing out a piece of the drawing and sketching it on himself. Wind's eyes widened in understanding, and he grabbed the pencil again, fixing up other similar mistakes. Legend noted that the rito happened to look the best and he had to wonder if that was because it was the only race outside of hylians he had a lot of experience with. Wind noticed the same thing. He almost felt the spirit of the rito looking smug as he pridefully gloated on the others, and Wind giggled.

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"It's really nice you're doing this for him, i wasn't aware that he would feel upset that i kept the photo. I thought he would come and tell me if something was upsetting him," Flora said as they sat around the table in her own house in Hateno village. Warriors and Time had told Wild that they wanted to speak to her and Wild, being unsuspecting at the two 'leaders' of the group wanting to gather information, called Zelda over with the Purah Pad. She had teleported to them with the old Sheika Slate and Warriors couldn't help but gape at the glowing blue antlers and her purple and blue eyes. Zelda then proceded to take them to her house once they told her they wanted to speak to her in private, much to the displeasure of Wild, who wanted her nearby to make sure she was safe, not that anyone could blame him.

Time smiled at her, "well, hiding one's emotions do seem to come with the hero's spirit"

She nodded uncertainly.

Wars drew the girl's attention, "Can you tell us about the champions? Our friends Sky and Four would like to make a frame and were hoping to make it something special."

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Wild excitedly showed them around Tarrey town and was pulling Twilight and Hyrule along with him. When wild came running back to the house, Twilight first asked to have help with Epona, but because the house stable was already occupied, they had to go to the nearest stable. Hyrule also tagged along, hoping to use up time exploring once Wild's attention would eventually shift from horses to something else. Twilight was currently just following behind them, trying to catch up to the duo and making sure they didn't get hurt.

Wild had decided that it was a good idea to dive off the side of the town and into the water to reach the construction grounds. Twilight tried to stop him but the champion, as slippery as he is, got past him, already with his shirt off and shouting as he went down, followed by a massive splash that almost reached up to them. Twilight sighed and turned around, only to see Hyrule missing from his side. The traveler's laughter joined Wild's own as he knelt on the moving tracks platform and waved at him, Wild waving back as he swam to shore. Twilight sighed harder but smiled, at least his brother seemed in a better mood.

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Sky hummed to the rythm of Four's hammer hitting metal. The skyloftian had decided to join the smithy in the forge to spend time with him. The carving in his hands would theoretically slot into what four was making, the metal to hold the canvas in place and the wood for the details. Sky used what Warriors and the old man had relayed to them from Flora to create intricate markings which he hoped represented the champions. Four hammered away, joining his humming with his own layer to the tune until he stopped hammering and looked at his work, "how does that look?" He asked, sky stood up, halfing his unfinished piece nearby and comparing the two, looking at the but where the two would slide in together, "it looks great!"

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Hyrule excitedly dragged Wild to the top room by his arms. When the champion saw everyone in the room he looked confused, waiting for an answer. "We made something for you" Wind said, ushering him to the table.

Wild walked up to the table to see a canvas resting on it, one with a very familiar image. His breath hitched in his throat as he silently.

It was almost identical to the original image, the champions photo, but newer. Everone in the image looked perfect, careful strokes of paint marking out their individual features. Wild sniffled as he inspected the frame. Wood and metal worked into eachother. The metal sides of the frame had the words "champions ballad" indented in his hylian. The wooden sides had carvings, depicting the four regions the champions came from, it also had things which he knew the champions loved from his scattered memories. There were indentations of more things, and Wild wondered where they got this information from. The frame was detailed, he could also see where the wood and metal intertwined with one another. There were no carvings of the divine beasts, Wild noticed suddenly, no marks of duty; just six friends, together and happy.

Wild worlessly looked up at his traveling companions, and only now noticed the river of tears running down his face.

Twilight stepped forwards, offering Wild a tissue, "legend was the one who suggested we do this because we saw how sad you were about not having the original. He and Wind sketched and painted it. Wars and Time got the original image from Flora and learned about the champions for the details on the frame, which Sky and Four both made. Hyrule and I were distracting you so it could be a surprise"

Wild sniffed, happy tears overflowing him, "th-thank you guys, it really means a lot" his voice cracked, "i-um... can we take a new one? With all of us? If you dont mind" he stuttered.

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Flora held the Purah Pad, looking through the lens. She called out, telling everyone to move around and making sure they were in shot, "Time, move down, yeah like Warriors, you might not be that tall but you are still out of shot" laugheter errupted out of the others, the old man deadpanned before his face returned to his smile. Flora decided to take advantage of everyone's laughing faces, "Ready?" She giggled, borrowing Purah's iconic phrase "Click-" Twilight grinned mischieviously, "-snap!" And pulled everyone in suddenly with his strong arms.

The image was put up next to the champions painting on the top floor where they all slept. Wild took a step back, smiling softly. Everyone had a mixture of shocked and laughing faces, Wild himself, in the middle with a beaming smile and a tear running down his cheek...

Ao3 (oneshot collection)

Ao3 (the fic on its own)

I have notes and headcanons featured in this fic in the end notes of both of the Ao3 versions

Hope you enjoyed! :)

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mistresslrigtar · 3 months

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hi! Congrats on the followers! For the prompt… socks! 😅☺️ have fun!

Tysm @wanderingnightingale and ty for the prompt! Not sure this is what you had in mind, but it’s what your socks prompt inspired. Enjoy!

Zelda took up knitting to while away the evening hours of the long winter nights when there wasn’t much else to do but sit by the fire. She actually found it was cathartic and Link was constantly wearing holes in his socks. She’d made him ankle socks, knee socks, and a few woolen tights. Tonight she was trying a new pattern, quietly humming as Link sat beside her oiling his sword.

“Those look too small for me.”

“They’re not for you.”

Zelda laughed when Link’s sword clattered to the floor and she suddenly found herself wrapped in him warm embrace.

#legend of zelda #zelink #the legend of zelda #writing prompts #ask answered #drabble challenge

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gyroshrike · 8 months

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I want a fic where Sidon and Link are king and king consort, but Sidon still has a political marriage to Yona (they're all very good friends!) and they plan to sire the next heir/generation to the throne

And I want all the weird fish breeding that comes with it and Link to be there to watch (maybe help??). External fertilization? Coaxing eggs out of Yona? (Link massaging Yona's belly to help? ;w;) Bringing Sidon to climax so he can fertilize the eggs?

Picking a quiet, calm pool for the spawning. Maybe the Zoras have designated hatching/nursery pools? Is it a bit off from the domain/tucked away for privacy/secrecy?? Maybe the eggs have to initially be laid in the ocean so the babies can be exposed and adaptable to salt water??? Tide pool nursery??? An oceanside cave????

Maybe the eggs can be fertilized while inside Yona, but then need to be laid in a pool after? (Ovi people, go wild)

The mix of platonic reproduction, poly relationship dynamics, Link being included/invited to the spawning even though physically he technically doesn't need to be there, but that's his partner ;0; also the cool concept of a species/society comfortable with semi-public mating in a way humans aren't really used to. Maybe there are nursery aids/guards tending to the pools?

Link being soft with Yona after she's super exhausted from the egg laying. Or maybe Sidon and Yona show their gratitude to Link for his help, patience, and understanding with a little extra attention for him >:3 either there and then or a few days later, after they've rested

Link becoming fiercely protective of the clutch and falling in love with them instantly. ToT He volunteers for guard duty at the nursery or he just spends his time sitting by the edge of the pool watching over the eggs. Are the eggs translucent? Can he see the embryos inside? Or are they opaque?

Since it seems common for only one or two Zoras to be born at a time, maybe it's common for not all of them to get fertilized? Or for some/most to die? How does Link deal with that? What if they forget to tell him until one egg does die? (Tbf, maybe only like 3-5 eggs get laid at a time, although Lulu laid like 7 in Majora's Mask lmao maybe sea Zoras are just built different)

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writingnocturne · 2 months

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ALBW Zelink at a lake?

Still Life

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Getting back to prompts! Hey, Ladye, sorry for the wait! I had so much fun with this one. ALBW Zelink is so underrated!! I hope you enjoy! :) And thank you to dubiousfood for giving me a quick beta read!

Sneak Peek

《 “What do you think? Is this a good spot, Link?”

Lake Hylia carries a light, cool breeze against the summer air. It rolls along the fan of a windmill, creating a faint rocking sound to those up close. As the grass brushes at their feet, two children stand in its thin shadow. One wears a soft pink dress and carries an easel under her arm— the other wears a forest-green tunic with a scarf of a darker shade. The boy in the Hytopian clothes, fashioned after the wear of the lost Kokiri, shifts uncomfortably on his feet.

“Don't give me that look… You're having second thoughts about standing still for so long, aren't you?” The young princess sets up her work all the same, intent on proceeding nonetheless. “I thought you were excited to model for me!” 》

Ao3 Link

Word Count: 488

Prompt Post

This is for a little ask game I'm doing for short fics! You just send me three words and I'll write from them! See the full post here.

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likeafairytale · 2 months

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“ What do you want to dream about tonight? ” - Aeron to Zelda

Zelda was laying in bed next to Aeron. Her emerald eyes were on the man while she was trying to think of something. With her shattered memory, it was hard for her to find a single good memory, all she remembered was violence and blood. 'After a traumatic event, your memory, in order to protect you and your sanity, tend to erase everything' this was the words of Doctor Bumby, her psychiatrist at the Asylum, and that wasn't an answer that Zelda loved. First, it means that she lived something so traumatic that her own brain decided to delete everything, even the good moment, just to protect her from the horror of what she lived. How sad was this? Second, it means she had to remember everything by herself, little by little, and it was hard. Sometimes, it came by flash, out of nowhere, in the middle of a conversation. Not remembering was frustrating, especially when it was your entire life that you forgot.

The girl's thought drifted from what memory she wanted to choose, to Aeron. Her eyes still on him, she surprised herself at looking at every feature of his face; his ocean blue eyes, his smirk that seemed to hide a secret that she so wanted to know, his messy hair that always hide part of his face, giving him a menacing appearance. She remembered she was quite wary of that at first but with time, she learnt that although this menacing appearance was a real part of him, it was never something she should be worried about. His face was almost always soften when he was with her, and she loved that about it.

Then, her eyes were focus on his torso for he was shirtless. She tried her best to look somewhere else, but she couldn't help it, and she was sure he noticed, for he laughed a little and she blushed. Now, Zelda couldn't control her movement, and she wasn't thinking either. Slowly, her hand came closer to Aeron and from the tip of her finger, she touched his cheek, and she smiled a little when he closed his eyes at the contact. Still not thinking, she let her hand softly touching his arm, going from his shoulder to his hand, from the tip of her fingers, and she could see it gave shivers to the man, but he said nothing. He came a bit closer, probably just a reflex his body had, and for a second, she was scared of what he'll do, but he did nothing, and she was thankful for that.

She relaxed and after sighing a little she laid on her back, looking at the ceiling. Aeron sighed too, and she understood that he was unhappy by the lack of physical contact now, but the girl pretended she did not hear. She wasn't ready. She was ready for nothing, except some stolen kisses from time to time, when she felt like it was the moment, but that was all. And once again, she was grateful for Aeron to not push her boundaries.

“A ball.” She finally said, still her eyes on the open ceiling, which show the starry night, after so long that Aeron forgot the initial question he asked.

“A ball?”

“I remember I went to a ball when I was little. I want that.”

“Oh, so you went to a ball? My mother like to have some. Maybe we met there once.”

“I doubt. I would have remembered you. Well...No, I wouldn't, but I'd like to think that you would have remembered me.” Zelda said, pouting a little while, finally looking back at the man next to her.

“I would have, yes.” He answered, a smirk on his face, and she blushed a little. She knew what he was trying to do and to that, she hit him with her pillow, making him laugh a little.

“It's my father who organized the ball. I think he was someone important...”

“So, he was Lord. See, we do progress with your memory. Should I call you Milady then?”

“Should I call you my Prince, then?”

They both laughed at that, knowing that both appellation sounded fake to them, and they had an agreement to never used that around each other.

“Will you be there? In my dream?”

“You think I'll miss a ball, even in a dream? Of course, I'll be there. I am already offended that I wasn't invited to the real one.”

Once again, they laughed. She rolled her eyes before messing with his hair. After a moment, and without a word or a warning, the young girl came a bit closer to him. He did not move, even thought she was sure he wanted. A second went by before Zelda finally decided to kiss him goodnight. The moment he reciprocated the kiss, she stopped it, which prone Aeron to apologize for his action. All the girl did was nodded to that, she knew he did nothing wrong, it was her own issue she had to deal with, and eventually she will. Laying back next to him, she softly took his hand and intertwined their fingers, a way for her to make him understand things were alright between them.

“You better give me the prettiest dress in the dream.”

“You didn't even have to asked.” They laughed, and she yawned, before falling deeply asleep.

#zelda of hyrule #zelda x aeron #zelron #zelda writing prompt #writing prompt #it's short but i had the scene in mind #i love them a lot #they are so cute #and we love a prince who respects boundaries #i am not completely satisfy but oh well #what's new in that lmao #zelda is cute #icanbeyourgenie

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icanbeyourgenie · 2 months

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[ A very scared Zelda hiding under Aeron's desk, in the Captain's cabin, after a violent attack ]

“Ah, there you are.”

Aeron was still covered in blood when he found Zelda. He didn't think the girl would hide in his own quarters, since he was, after all, the reason she was so terrified. At least partly. He had searched in other hiding places in vain, and ended up figuring out that the girl would come out when she felt like it. He went back in his cabin to clean the blood. Aeron had no problem getting blood all over him. But when said blood started to dry and become crusty, that was a truly unpleasant sensation.

When he saw Zelda flinch and stay under the desk, he decided to wait a bit and resume what he originally came for. He got over the bassin and started cleaning off the blood. He took off his shirt and started searching his closet for a clean one. In the corner of his eyes, he could see Zelda starting to relax. Her breath getting more even. What a perfect opportunity for a joke.

“Usually seeing me shirtless takes people's breath away, but it gave yours back. I'm not sure how to take it.”

He was quite amuzed, and he figured Zelda would be too if she was still not recovering from the shock. When he finally put on a clean shirt, he came closer and sat on the floor, at the foot of his bed, just in front of the girl's hiding place. Their eyes locked for a moment and he could see she was still terrified.

Aeron didn't expect her to react this way. He sometimes forgot that most people weren't used to the same degree of violence he became desensitized to. They were in the middle of a perfectly fine conversation about a mad hatter who was particularly fond of tea when a few of his crew came to interrupt rather vigorously. Protesting about how a girl on a ship was a bad omen, how Aeron was distracted ever since she got here. He was distracted, but a mutiny wasn't something he would allow. (And clearly these mortal boys didn't meet his mother if they think girls were weak). So it got bloody really fast. Two died at the hand of the fae. One by being sent overboard in a particularly sharky area, the other with a sword through his chest. It lasted only a few seconds and had the rather efficient effect to remind the others that they shouldn't go against their captain. But Zelda had been mute ever since. And then she went away.

“Do you want me to drop you at the next port we'll land in?” Aeron asked, which had the effect to snap back the blonde to reality. She looked at him again.

“What?”

“I could do that if you wanted to.”

“...... Do you want to get rid of me?” She asked in a little voice.

“No. That's not what I want. But Zelda, staying here means you can't freeze when I get violent. We were lucky the past weeks, but if you stay you'll witness more deaths. More violent that these ones.”

“I didn't mean to freeze. But I got scared.”

“Which brings me back to my original question. Do you want to leave?”

“No. I... I don't want to be alone.” She almost stopped shaking now. She confessed that to him one night where she came into his bed and he changed her nightmare into a dream. “Why choose to be a pirate? If it's so... violent.”

He smirked. “I don't mind the violence. Most times I actually enjoy it. But I don't think violence is in your nature.”

“Didn't you say that most faes had a talent for violence? Maybe it's why I'm a changeling and my parents got rid of me.”

“I don't think you're a changeling, because I don't think you're a fae.”

She locked eyes with him again, confused. “But you said-”

“You lied earlier.” He had not realized this sooner, because she had been mostly honest with him, but today she did lie. “When John came closer to us with his knife and you said you weren't scared. You were. That was a lie. A great one, it's what you should say. But still a lie.”

“It was just a small lie... Something I said on instinct.”

“Faes can't lie at all. Not even a little. We bend the truth but we can't lie. Which means that you're an elf.” She raised an eyebrow and he laughed. “I don't know how I didn't notice this sooner. Usually you guys live in the trees now.”

“What's an elf? You didn't talk about elves.”

The was a lot to unpack there. Talking about elves would mean talking about the war, and he had a feeling she was not stable enough for this conversation. She had come out of under the desk to sit next to him, the curiosity calming her. Even with dried tears and blood, she was beautiful. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to do more than just kiss her. But he just sighed and answered instead.

“I didn't think it was necessary. I'll tell you about elves tonight. But then you'll need to decide what you want to do. Tomorrow we'll arrive in Egypt. We'll stay there for a few days, there's a few repairs I have to do on the ship.” He was actually excited at that prospect. He always loved mechanics. “You'll have until we leave to decide if you're ready for that life or if you want to try to find peace elsewhere.”

“.... Your crew don't like me, Aeron.”

“I don't give a fuck what they think.” He slowly touched her cheek. He didn't know why, he just did it, and then pretended to wipe a tear away. “They'll warm up to you eventually and if they don't, I don't care. As long as you stay with me, they won't touch you. But I can't protect you from everything. So if you decide to stay, we'll have to teach you some basic self defense skills. And maybe get you a sword. I have a feeling you'll do great with a sword.”

She was smiling now, and it was truly unfair because Aeron wanted to kiss her again. They almost kissed a few days ago, when he called her intriguing, but they were interrupted. And she responded quite well to his flirting. But he understood enough to know that he shouldn't do the first move. Even if they got closer now, and she took his hand, and she said in a happy voice:

“You think I could use a sword? You don't think I'm weak because I ran away?”

“I called you intriguing didn't I? I'm only intrigued by strong people, know that. I'm not a generous or good person. If I thought you were weak I would've asked you to leave already.”

“But it's not what you want.” She said, repeating his words from before.

“No, it's not what I want.”

“So what do you want?”

She had whispered those words. It was a sign of how close they were now. Their sides were almost pressed together and she didn't let go of his hand. She was looking at him with those deep green eyes that made him feel light-headed and her lips looked so soft. They were in dangerous territory, but he always loved danger, so his smirk grew wider.

“You don't want to know what I want.”

“Tell me anyhow. Please.”

It looked like a challenge, and he never backed down from a challenge. “Fine. I want you to stay with me. I want you to want to stay with me. I want us to get you actual proper pirate clothes when we land so you can stay, and lead us to some more treasures and adventures. And I want to kiss you.” He paused a second, just to examine her reaction. “But I won't. You have my word. Not until you do it first.”

It's when he let go of her hand. He was used to flirting, probably harder than that, but he was not used to want to kiss someone that much. It was unsettling. Which is why he got up before she could answer.

“I'll let you change now. I'll go assess the damages I'll need to repair. Take some time to make up your mind.”

#endings are the worst but I still had this scene in my mind so idc #it was a truly needed conversation in my mind #cause yeah piracy is violent #and you have to be able to get your hands bloody #also I love Aeron discovering the concept of feelings but being like #nope #“lust I can deal with buy I've never had a feeling in my life”#poor baby is about to get hit so hard #he thinks it's just mindless flirting he's so not prepared #I love them okay #young and reckless lovers #it's just adorable #aeron le fey #aeron x zelda #aeron writing prompt #writing prompt #likeafairytale

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prisiidon · 26 days

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🐬 Prompts release: April 5th! 🐳

more details here! 🐟 early head-start ready for May >:)

#zora may #tloz #loz #legend of zelda #botw #breath of the wild #totk #tears of the kingdom #event #art prompts #art challenge #writing prompts #artists on tumblr #art #writing #zora oc #pri posts

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kokiriforestspirit · 3 months

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I posted my first fic about a week ago, and I think it's also time to share it here!

This fic was originally from a Whumptober prompt I wrote back in October, but I felt too shy to post it. I've never shared any of my writing before, but I'm trying to be more brave and get myself out there this year. If you check it out, I hope you enjoy it!

#Legend of Zelda #Breath of the Wild #BOTW #Zelda #Link #Zelink #LOZ #from an old Whumptober prompt #my writing

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skyloftian-nutcase · 1 year

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The sky burned.

He had never seen anything quite like it. He had never tasted smoke and ash so heavily, smelled metal and blood mixing in a nauseating manner that nearly emptied his stomach. He'd never seen so many bodies. He'd never fought for more than twelve hours straight.

And he'd never seen the sky burn.

The bells in the temple rang repeatedly, a warning and a petition, a prayer and a guide. It punctuated the screams, it harmonized the ticking of lasers as they charged and fired, shooting through the air with such intensity that it created miniature claps of thunder as the heat separated the air harshly before it returned together with a snap.

And the sky burned.

Abel watched as the castle was engulfed in flames, filling the night air with sickly hues of red that drowned out the oncoming sunrise. They had fought all night to hold the guardians at bay to no avail. The capital had fallen. The king had fallen.

Hyrule had fallen.

He should have died in the castle alongside the king. When the library ceiling had collapsed in on all of them, that should have ended it. He should have died so the king could have lived.

Instead he was the only one who survived.

He shook his head, ridding himself of the distraction and despair. He may have failed his duty to the royal family, but the fight was not over. Hyrule hadn't fallen yet. Just the capital. There was still an entire country. He had failed the royal family, but he would not fail its people.

Barking orders at what remained of his troops, the captain of the royal guard corralled as many people out of the city as possible. When his men had found some semblance of organization, he ran back into the fray, ending up in the square with three guardians. One swiveled its head, its eye, once blue like a placid lake, was pinkish red, infected by the blood stained clouds that shot out of the castle. The other two were preoccupied, one destroying a building while the other killed the remaining civilians in the alley where it had cornered them.

Abel felt his blood freeze as the center guardian's laser focused on him, and then his entire body screamed in rage. He echoed it with a battle cry, charging ahead with his shield. He remembered his son's trick, he remembered seeing his little knight deflect a stray accidental blast so long ago.

He just had to time it right.

The guardian fired. His heart skipped a beat. He put the shield forward, shoving with all his might just as it made impact.

His arm shrieked in protest, and his entire body shuddered.

And the guardian's head melted as its own blast reflected back at it.

Gasping for air, Abel let his arm fall limp a moment, remembering how the pot lid Link had used had shattered into a thousand splinters, his arm broken from the maneuver. He remembered rushing to the princess' aid while internally panicking over his son.

But duty had always come first.

He prayed Link and the princess were safe.

Would they be able to stop this? Would the divine beasts be enough aid to halt an entire army, as well as the calamity itself? Would the princess be able to fulfill her destiny alongside his son?

Abel shook his head. Now wasn't the time. He was growing weary from fighting all evening and all night.

The other two guardians noticed their comrade had been destroyed and immediately started to charge towards the knight.

"Captain!"

Abel turned to see a handful of his soldiers coming to his aid. He asked, "The civilians?"

"The other team is helping to evacuate them," one of his men answered.

The temple's bells rang again and then were silenced by a terrifying crash of thunder. The guardians ripped the building apart piece by piece.

And the two in the plaza charged their lasers.

Electricity shot through Abel's veins. He couldn't deflect two blasts at once, and using his shield as his sole strategy was going to get everyone killed. His arm was already aching from fighting all night, and the one parry had nearly crippled him.

Abel roared and charged forward, trying to continue zigzagging back and forth so he wouldn't be an easy target. If he could make one fire on the other, then maybe--

One guardian charged faster than the other, its blast creating a cavernous hole in the earth, sending cobblestone flying, and Abel along with it. The captain of the guard landed in a heap just in front of the other guardian as it reached its peak charge.

Abel refused to die this easily. Getting a glimpse of the other guardian in his periphery, he rolled over cobblestone and broken weapons and bodies alike, slipping under the guardian entirely as the other fired, knocking its companion onto its side and exposing Abel once more.

With one guardian at least incapacitated, his men charged forward to chip away at it while Abel was left with the other. He ran towards it again, trying to get to its legs, knowing that if he hit it enough times he could at least damage them and slow the metal beast down. When it charged another blast, he cried out in warning to his fellow knights, who had finished off the other guardian, and they all scattered. Abel dove into an alley this time, fighting the jolt of horror as he landed atop the still body of a child.

The guardian's leg tore into the alley, trying to reach for Abel. When the knight scrambled away hastily, it reached another leg above the alley entirely, slowly tearing buildings apart to reach its prey. The child's bloodied form vanished in the debris that fell. Abel felt sick all over again, but the situation was far too immediate and dire to ponder everything he'd seen over the last twelve hours.

The buildings around him crumbled entirely, leaving him cornered against the wall of another alley, and he reached for a sword he no longer had, having lost it back in the plaza.

He was pinned and he knew it.

Looking around for the nearest weapon, he found a large tree branch that had somehow been blasted into the area from the nearest garden. He grabbed it desperately, glaring with all his hatred into that baleful pink eye.

He would die a knight of Hyrule. The Calamity would never take that from him.

There was a cry that tore through the air, a little hyah that made the knight's entire being nearly crumble with the instant recognition. A small figure dove from the nearest rooftop, sacred blade glowing so brightly it nearly blinded Abel. The figure landed on the guardian's body and sank the blade so deeply into the guardian's eye with such vehemence that when it collapsed he had to brace against it with his foot to pull the blade back out.

The sky burned around them, and the little knight's eyes burned even brighter.

"Link," Abel breathed, collapsing.

His son's fierce glare melted into worry as he rushed to the captain, falling to his knees to be at eye level and look him over. Hovering behind the guardian was another figure, a girl whose white dress was already stained with soot and soil and sweat.

The princess.

"Link, you--you have to leave," Abel immediately said, putting a hand on the teenager's shoulder. Link's eyes narrowed stubbornly, almost as if in defiance, and Abel shook his head, growing dizzier by the second. The mere sight of his boy made the world crash around him, the fight finally catching up to him. "L-listen to me. I--my men are gone, Link. The castle has--"

He looked beyond his son for a moment, watching the princess as she stared at him desperately.

"The king...?" she asked quietly, her words barely audible over the destruction all around them.

Abel swallowed. "He's gone, Your Highness. I'm... I'm so sorry."

Princess Zelda's face grew whiter than her dress. She covered her mouth quickly, eyes horrified at the news, and turned away. Abel watched her a moment longer, feeling all the worse for having failed in his duty to protect the king, and then returned his focus to the young knight in front of him.

"You have to get her out of here," he said quietly, his voice beginning to shake.

Link immediately shook his head. He looked up beyond Abel, up at the castle, where the Calamity itself swirled around like a demon ready to consume its prey.

"Link!" Abel snapped, catching his boy's attention. "Listen to me! The castle has fallen. My men can't fight an army of these guardians! The divine beasts have done nothing, and if the Calamity can corrupt our army, then there's no doubt they can corrupt the beasts as well."

Link swallowed, brow furrowing together. His boy, who had tried so desperately to always be so stoic, began to look afraid. He shook his head again.

Abel's hand slid from Link's shoulder to his face, making him focus on him. "Son... they're gone."

The Champions are gone. You have no support. Don't you understand? Don't you see this is impossible?

Link's lips trembled, and he bit harshly to still them.

"Get her out of here," Abel repeated. "You can't win this fight. Not here, not like this. Go to Fort Hateno, Link. We'll rally the troops there and figure something out."

It was more than just bad news and a command. It was hope, and Link latched on to the words, his face growing stony with determination. Abel pat his cheek lightly and gave what little bit of a smile that he could muster. "I'll meet you there, okay?"

His son watched him, his façade cracking a hair, his breath hitching for just a moment. Abel slid his hand behind his boy's head, pulling him close so their foreheads rested against each other, and they both closed their eyes for a moment. "Keep her safe. Do your duty, Link. Now, go."

The moment was lost, and Link pulled away. He took a slow, deep, steadying breath, and then nodded. With determination set on his face, he turned quickly, rushing to the princess and grabbing her by the wrist, pulling her away from Abel, away from the castle, away from city and the ruin and the disaster all around them. Zelda followed helplessly, tears staining her cheeks as she turned back to look one last time at her home, her kingdom, before they vanished around a corner.

Abel sat there on the cold stone floor a moment longer, catching his breath and readying himself. He offered up a prayer for his son and the princess, for Hyrule and its protection. Then he rose, dragging his feet out into the plaza and finding his weapon and shield he had dropped.

And he moved forward as the sky burned above.

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