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[One final fic from a write-off, this one was from a tournament back in March though this one shot was technically done on April 7th 2021. Once again, this isn’t edited and most likely won’t be posted anywhere else. I hope you enjoy this ^u^]

Warning(s): None, maybe crack treated seriously

Prompt: amnesic wild being raised by good monster parents

“Hey, what’s the hurry? Something nearby?”

The sounds of leaves blowing in the breeze and birds chirping a morning greeting woke them all up that morning. It wasn’t the worst wake-up call, but it was a startling contrast from where they had been the night before. Wild was the one to immediately recognize the area they were in, practically rushing through making breakfast and passing it out.

Wild shrugged, an excited grin on his face.

“You could say that. C’mon, hurry up!”

Twilight chuckled, finishing off the meal. As the group packed up their bedrolls and items, Wild fidgeted by the treeline, antsy to get moving. It took only a minute or two and Wild was leading the way past the trees and one of the glowing shrines that were scattered throughout his land. Twilight had only looked away for a second, watching the sun climb into the sky with brilliant reds and oranges, only for Wild to sprint away the second he looked back.

“Cub! Wait up!”

“Dammit Wild!”

The hero just laughed, easily scaling a small cliff and shrieking with delight once he had made it up. Twilight only hesitated a second and then he was struggling to climb up as well, Legend and Hyrule not far behind. He only peeked his head over the edge and then ducked down.

“I’m dreaming. I have to be dreaming.”

“What’s got you so spooked, wolf boy?” Legend asked with confusion, though his question was soon answered, “Oh… yeah, that’s probably up there on my list of strangest things I’ve ever seen.”

Wild was sitting down under a small overhang, a campfire alight with skewered fish propped up around it. But sitting beside Wild was a rather large Lynel with a snow-white mane, peacefully sitting and watching with amusement as Legend and Hyrule stared unbelieving at the scene. Of course, it was around this time that the rest of the group walked the rest of the way up the hill to witness… whatever this was.

“Hey, uh… Wild?”

Said hero turned towards Time, the elder hero looking rather concerned if not about ready to unsheath his sword at a moment’s notice. Wild then understood the confused and concerned faces of the rest of the group.

“Oh, I guess I never actually talked about the very beginning of my quest,” Wild rubbed the back of his head, sheepishly, “Whoops.”

The Lynel rumbled, shaking their head and nudging Wild slightly.

“Talk Cub.”

“I’m getting to it,” Wild stood then, sighing dramatically, not at all acknowledging the fact that holy golden goddesses the Lynel could speak! “Everyone, this is Alex. They were the first one I met that didn’t try to kill me immediately.”

Alex shook their head again, grabbing Wild and sitting him back down at their side.

“Bad at explaining. My turn now,” they spoke, looking out at the group, including the three that finally decided to climb up the rest of the way up the cliff and sit near the edge. They rumbled out a laugh then looked upwards for a moment.

“Cub was being chased by bokos into my territory, wounded and dirty. Old Hylian never showed to help, so I did. Cub was knocked down, the bokos were about to kill, but I scared them off,” Alex laughed at the thought, pulling Wild closer, though he made a protesting noise, “Cub had never seen me before, was scared at the noise but tried to scare back, like a cub.”

“Listen,” Wild pushed at the muscular arm holding him captive, a few of the heroes starting to laugh at the futile attempt, “You roared first! What else was I supposed to do!”

“Run maybe?” Legend piped up, only for Hyrule to push him.

“Shut up, it’s storytime.”

“Fae is right,” Alex nodded, playfully glaring at the Veteran, “tell your story next, pink one.”

Legend made an offended noise, only to be silenced by Twilight wrapping a hand over his mouth.

“Old Hylian never came to help, Cub stayed where he was. I started to get worried. Cubs don’t last long alone, so I helped. Took him to a safe place and started caring for him, taught him basics of hunting and healing,” Alex again laughed, rubbing a hand over Wild’s head and messing up his hair, “Reckless Cub, leaving for so long.”

“Hey! I’m sorry okay!” Wild shouted, trying to escape the paw on his head with little success, though he looked happy rather than upset.

“Wait, so are all Lynels nice here then?” Sky asked, only for Wild and Alex to shake their heads, stopping their fooling around.

“Cub was lucky to find me, few others would see him as harmless.”

“I had just woken up when I found Alex, I didn’t know much of anything besides my name,” Wild leaned back into Alex’s side then, a fond smile on his face, “The Old Hylian was the ghost of the King but… I’m glad that I barely interacted with him.”

“I take it you remembered him then,” Time spoke up.

“Yeah, I always came back here after I regained a memory. Alex was always willing to just be there for me when I wasn’t ready to talk to Sidon or Impa or anyone.”

“And I’ll always be here for you, Cub.”

Alex smiled, holding Wild close. It was sweet, especially if you looked past Alex’s semi-threatening appearance. The rest of the group seemed satisfied that they wouldn’t be harmed by Alex either, lowering their guard and moving closer to the pair by the fire.

“Now then,” Alex spoke up once everyone was nearer, smiling with a fanged grin as their sharp green eyes locked onto Legend, “the pink one has a story to tell.”

“No, I don’t! I’m sorry I interrupted you!” Legend pleaded, Warriors already nudging him to start telling a story already, Wind joining in as the rest laughed.

“Now you know better, pink cub.”

“Wait, cub?” Twilight questioned, “I thought Wild was Cub.”

“All my cubs now,” Alex looked fond, a rumbling almost purring sound followed their words, “all of you are cubs, close to my cub makes you my cubs too.”

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #linkeduniverse fic #linked universe fic #silver writes #crack treated seriously #lu wild #write-off tournament #write-off fic

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servicetopkaradanvers · 3 years

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what are your fav games?

OH BOY you've activated my trap card

My main genres are rogue-lites and souls-likes (actual souls-likes, not just... games with dodge rolls lol) and things with steep skill slopes because I hate relaxing and having fun 🥸

Everyone should play Hollow Knight, it's $15, it'll run on most machines, and it's perfect. If there's one game on this list that I specifically recommend, it's bugs with swords.

Miyazaki's Fromsoft titles, Dark Souls 1 and 3, Bloodborne, and Sekiro. So yes, I'm shitting my pants over Elden Ring. From has been unbelievably consistent with expanding and improving gameplay with each subsequent title, so I'm always excited when they're making new things.

For other smaller titles, Dead Cells, Enter the Guneon, and Hyperlight Drifter are all superb. Anything with evolved elements of top-down Zelda or Metroid will almost certainly get me 👀👀👀

LoZ is also just kind of a Part of me, BotW is a very exciting new structure for open world exploration style games while still being so!! Approachable!! I can't wait for its sequel. Also Twilight Princess made me gay.

For multiplayer, I actually played a lot of competitive Smash in high school, so babe I've got Melee tech you've never even heard of. Getting back into it recently since Slippi introduced rollback net code, which is SUPER exciting.

And my shooter of choice is Apex, there's nothing like it, BELIEVE ME I'VE TRIED, Respawn just. Knows what they're doing. I've never played an fps that feels so physical and so rewarding.

So yeah I like games that are really satisfying to improve at.

#anonymous

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annes-andromeda · 3 years

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Ragnarök: Asgard’s Twilight

Chapter 8: In The Arena

N/: Added a little reference to Planet Hulk this chapter in case anyone noticed it😉 Also, I changed Hela's color from green to red since I didn't like that Taika changed Loki's color to blue. Like, he really doesn't like Loki, huh🙄That and I like the idea of the Odin trio being the primary colors: Hela is red, Thor is blue, and Loki is green😁 Let me know what you guys think!👍

Thor’s body was thrown into a dirty cell forcefully as he grunted in pain. He ran to the door before it closed in his face. Thor yelled as he slammed his shoulder onto the door. A large dent was made, but it stayed shut.

He ran his fingers through his hair, exasperating as he realized just what he had gotten himself into. As he turned his head, his eyes fixed on an alien woman, with grey skin and long, dark hair. She donned some silver armor about her person. With high cheekbones and a slender yet muscular body, Thor could admit that she was quite the beauty.

“You there” Her voice broke the silence as Thor noticed that she was now looking at him with a stern expression “Come here”

He strode towards her, noting that she was much taller than he was. Where Thor stood at six feet and six inches, this woman appeared to be a whole foot taller than him.

Before Thor could say anything, however, the lady cut him off “It seems like you’re the Grandmaster’s new champion. Very well, then. We’ll make sure the audience gets their entertainment for tonight”

Thor furrowed a brow “I absolutely refuse to fight for that perverted, condescending slug” he sneered “There’s no time for any of this, I need to escape this place immediately”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible, Golden Lion” She said “No one leaves this place, and if they do, they’re hunted by the Grandmaster’s scrappers and flogged for attempting to leave. Sometimes the punishments are worse, if the one above is feeling excited”

The lady extended her hand and flashed a small smile on her black painted lips “My name is Caiera. I act as an almost trainer for some of the fighters here. But seeing as the Grandmaster has chosen you personally as a champion, it must mean you already have some skill”

Thor was about to introduce himself. For one, if he even said his first name, there’s no way no one would ever let him leave. And secondly, it’s because he noticed who Caiera was.

“You’re...” he began “You’re one of the Shadow People. They held a power native only to Sakaar”

Caiera’s mouth opened slightly “Yes...how did you know that?”

Thor shrugged his shoulders “I had quite the education back home”

The two walked to the armory, where there was colorful armor with painted markings and alien creatures preparing themselves for the ring “I suppose I should warn you;” Caiera began “Many of the contenders will fight with blood to win. There is one the Grandmaster favors above all. He keeps him in a special cell, away from all the other fighters, until he is ready”

“I won’t have a problem” Thor stated, grabbing one of the weapons hanging from the wall “I have fought many enemies in my lifetime, and one way or another, I’ve succeeded”

Caiera seemed to differ “Well, this fighter is a big one, and he doesn’t take kindly to failure” She took the mace Thor was holding and replaced it with a blue-bladed sword “Do not be fooled, Lion; I may take liking to you, but you are alone in this fight”

Thor was about to respond, but some alien bodyguards grabbed him by his shoulders, hard. He was dragged once again by the ankles and thrown into a vacant room. The guards tied him to yet another chair, leaving the man alone in his thoughts. Thor twisted his wrists, the leather tight around his arms.

He needed to get home. Hela was probably on Asgard by now, and here he was, light years away. Thor leaned his head back onto the chair, closing his eyes in frustration. Looking up at the ceiling, Thor tried thinking of a plan. Anything to help him. But instead, his mind went somewhere else.

“Odin, I bid you take your place in the halls of Valhalla...” Thor whispered in prayer. The rage he felt towards his father was ever present, but Thor couldn’t be cruel. Couldn’t tell his body to simply move on and forget “Where the brave shall live forever. Nor shall we mourn but rejoice-“

“-for those that have died the glorious death” That last part was said in unison alongside a familiar voice. Thor turned his head to see Loki, standing in the shadows with his hands clasped together. He moved forward to stand in front of his brother, looking at him solemnly.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Loki said “Being lied to. To have everything in your life be for naught and feel as if your actions never had meaning”

Thor could only turn his head away, with the sound of Loki’s exasperated breath “I’m only speaking the truth. Father lied to me as well, you know”

But Thor doesn’t say a word, unable to look at his brother in the eye. Either way, Loki only sighed “If it’s any consolation: from what I hear, most of the gladiators here are inexperienced, so you may have some leverage in the ring. Can’t say the same for the Grandmasters favorite contender, however. He’s supposed to be astonishingly savage and has never lost a fight. Apparently he’s quite the idol amongst the audience, even the slaves take liking to him”

Thor averted his eyes back to Loki “I suppose you won’t be aiding me this time, brother”

Loki shook his head “Never said that, but I cannot just throw away my position with the Grandmaster. You know me better. If I help you directly, then we’re both doomed. We’d only be making it more difficult to stop Hela. But indirectly, we may have a chance”

Thor cocked an eyebrow “Is the truth so unbelievable that not even you can face it?”

The sentence made his brother tense, his lips pursing tightly “What would you have me do? Call her mother and be done with it? Acknowledge Hela as my blood and in turn, Laufey? Should that be my most logical conclusion, brother?” Loki sneered “Oh no, forgive me, ‘uncle’” He made gestures with his fingers as he said that.

Alright, Thor thought, that was too far. They both were going through many emotions at the moment. Thor just got his brother back. He didn’t want their connections to go sour yet again.

He sighed deeply ”I’m sorry, Loki” Thor said “Truly. It’s just...so much has happened...I just...why would Father have a need to lie?”

Loki could shrug his shoulders “Neither of us know Father’s intentions, and I’m afraid now we never will. But what I do know is that the people of Asgard shouldn’t suffer for Father’s mistakes”

Thor remained silent, afraid to say the wrong thing or have his emotions control him again. Footsteps could then be heard coming towards the room, and Loki took that as his cue to leave “I’ll see if I can ensure that your fight runs... sufficient enough so as to buy time to conduct a plan. Between the two of us, all these lambent colors are making my eyes want to burst”

“Loki-“ Thor said, stopping his brother in his tracks. He could see that Loki wanted to say something else, but he held his silver tongue and remained silent, only looking at his older brother in desperation. Thor’s mouth hinged at the expression.

Like that, Loki’s projection was gone. The alien bodyguards returned, one of them holding a sharp blade in his hand “Need to get you nice and pretty for the crowd, little cub” he said in a low tone of voice.

Thor sat confused for a moment, but when the other bodyguard grabbed his hair, forcefully pulling his head back, his eyes widened in rage. He kicked the aliens knee and ripped at his restraints. Like paper they broke free. Thor threw the bodyguard into the wall, trying to go to the door, but the other alien grabbed his shoulders and pummeled Thor into the ground.

His assistant held the blade tightly and pulled at Thor’s hair so hard he winced in pain. It went as quickly as it came, as Thor could feel the strands releasing from his scalp. And he could’ve sworn he felt his head getting damp.

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Loki looked out the giant window of the so called ‘VIP lounge’, contemplating what to do. His eyes fixed on the Grandmaster, who was currently rallying up the crowd and getting them excited for the fight soon to occur.

Turning away from the window, Loki paced about in his thoughts, thinking of a plan to escape. As he went to go get a drink, his attention was averted to the open hallway. There in front of him, was none other than The Vixen.

Making sure the Grandmaster was distracted, Loki followed The Vixen as she walked away, unaware of his presence. Or so the man thought, as she stopped in her tracks and acknowledged him.

“Shouldn’t you be getting on the observatory ships, Luke?” Vixen said, speaking Loki’s false name

Loki could only smirk “I thought that as the Grandmasters closest colleague you would join him in watching the Contest, hmm?”

The Vixen scoffed “I’ve seen far too many fights in my years, and all have ended the same. This’ll be one I will gladly skip”

“Really? I do believe that the match might prove to be quite...exciting” Loki noticed Vixen getting tense, almost positioning her body in a fighting stance. He too prepared himself for any oncoming attacks. Seemed The Vixen didn’t care that they were currently in the middle of a vacant hallway from which anyone could appear. Frankly, neither did Loki.

She lunged towards him, trying to throw a punch. But Loki blocked it, twisting the Vixen within his grasp before she kneed him and moved her leg so as to throw off his balance. The Vixen landed atop Loki, once again trying to throw a punch, but Loki was quick. He pushed Vixen off him with an energy blast, running towards her before she could regain her composure.

A dagger was pointed at his neck as Loki held The Vixen in place. Before he could move, Vixen’s poncho moved aside to reveal her bare arm. Loki could see markings and brands on her skin, and his eyes widened as he realized what they were.

“These are Asgardian runes...” Loki breathed, astonished. The Vixen took advantage of his dumbfounded state and attempted to attack him with her dagger, but they both turned their heads once they felt the presence of the Grandmaster.

His brows were furrowed, and his hands on his hips “Now just what you think you’re doing, Luke?” He scolded

Loki was about to answer, but turned back to see The Vixen walking away angrily and muttering in a familiar language, sheathing her dagger back onto her person. His eyes reverted again to the Grandmaster “Nothing. Was just distracted”

A quick excuse, he thought.

The Grandmasters arm went around his shoulder, and Loki felt an uncomfortable slither upon his spin “Good” The Grandmaster smiled “I wouldn’t want you to miss this event. Many of my guests have already bid on who will win. The winner will get a very...special gift from yours truly. Care to join?”

Loki could’ve sword her saw the man wiggle his eyebrows, and the slither his spin felt worsened. How he wanted to just take the man and shove him off the roof. But Loki played along and flashed an awkward grin.

“No...no thank you”

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Back on Asgard, Hela and Skurge walked to the gates of the golden palace. They opened with a loud boom, several Einherjar guards pointing their spears at the Goddess of Death. They were about to charge, but Hela mockingly shushed them. Skurge had prepared himself for the supposed carnage. However, he was mistaken.

With a wave of her hand, glowing red with magic, Hela twiddled her fingers. The magical energy spread, and the guards put their spears down, their eyes lighting the same color. They moved out of the way for Hela to walk through, and they stood at attention. Skurge could only look on in a mix of confusion and astonishment.

Hela turned to him with a smirk on her face “Just a simple mentality spell to keep them in check. After all, what is a queen without her queensguard?”

She gazed upon the throne in front of her, walking up the steps and sitting atop it. Hela breathed satisfyingly, practically beaming. Skurge could’ve seen it as a beautiful sight, had the woman not been absolutely deranged.

“You know,” Her voice echoed through the halls, grabbing Skurge’s attention “The stars whispered many stories to me so I wouldn’t get bored. Had they not been in my company, perhaps I would’ve gone mad”

Skurge chuckled nervously “Yes...of course”

Hela held her chin up high “They told me of Loki’s escapades; how he managed to bend the mortals minds to his will and assert his dominance properly. I suppose he takes it from me, I have always enjoyed a more...mystical touch than just a furnished weapon”

“More than I can say for my brother” Hela rolled her eyes and sneered “That buffoon simply gave up his claim, and for what?! To keep peace within the realms? Had he truly been wise, he’d know that peace never lasts in these forsaken kingdoms”

She waved her hand yet again, and a projection of red energy rested on her palm. Skurge walked up a few steps to see, careful not to get too close. He could see Odin riding atop his horse Sleipnir, and next to him was a young Hela, dressed in a red cape and riding a dark steed.

“My father ruled the Nine Realms with an iron fist” Hela explained “By his side, I was his most valued soldier. His prized general. It never occurred to me, how he’d never acknowledge me as his daughter. I never even knew until years before he banished me into an eternal abyss”

Those last words were said with venom, yet Skurge could see a hint of sadness in Hela’s seemingly hollow eyes. He then saw the projection change. Young Hela was now standing next to a tall figure who seemed to pay no mind to her.

“Once I met Laufey,” Hela said, Skurge’s eyes widening “,noting else mattered. He made me understand that on Asgard, I was weakened. Nothing more than a weapon to Odin”

She stood from the throne and waved her arm, the magic spreading across the throne room to create an illusion. Skurge saw the walls turn from gold to stone. Mist covered the floor alongside skulls of the dead.

Hela still stood proudly as the sounds of tortured souls filled the room “With Laufey ruling Jotunheim, I ruled Niffleheim alongside my young brother, Fenris. I was an adored Queen. Every day, I had a new audience to bask in my radiance” She smiled, cheekily and deviously.

“But the All-Father,” her eyes grew dark “he didn’t like that. Oh no...he didn’t”

“...Such a mistake...”

Skurge looked to see a sight he never thought he’d see in his wildest dreams. Or his worst nightmares. In the dark ceiling, he saw winged horses, white as pure snow. It would’ve been a beautiful sight...had they not been plunging from the sky, blood spilling from their bodies like jewels off stone.

The legendary women riding these magnificent steeds all had fallen. Some were impaled by giant, black spikes, others were plummeting alongside their horses. Skurge could only look on in horror, as the faint sounds of battle filled his ears. Like feathers from a bird, the warriors descended from the heavens helplessly.

“You must understand, my Executioner” Hela said, Skurge turning back to her “The road to recognition always begins with the destruction of chains. To understand our place in the world, we must release ourselves from those who would imprison us. When our self fulfillment is complete, then the whole world will kneel to our feet”

Skurge listened to her words, thinking of how for most of his life, he had mostly been ignored by the people. It didn’t make him happy to serve Hela, but if this what was needed for him to be noticed....so be it.

Hela smiled down at him “I have my throne. I have my queensguard. Now, I need only my army”

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The arena was booming with thousand of people. Cheers and screams filled the place as their blood pumped for the oncoming fight. Above them, the observation ships flew, the biggest one holding the Grandmaster. Loki stood next to him cautiously, his hands clasped closely to his chest.

A projection of the Grandmaster addressed the audience with a welcoming smile “What a show this has been. Let’s give a round of applause for our opening acts who perished oh, so gruesomely!” The crowd cheered him on “But now, it’s time for the main event. As you can see, I have rounded up some of my best contenders to, heh, ‘unwillingly’ participant in this fight”

The cheers of the crowd grew louder with every word. Amongst the other observation ships, The Vixen was on one, holding a glass of dark wine and looking down at the scene. Loki noticed her suspiciously. Seemed like she didn’t want to skip this fight after all.

In the arena, ten different gladiators stood outside the gates, waiting eagerly for the fight to start.

“But before we begin, allow me to introduce our newest contender” The Grandmaster announced “Standing at six feet, he’s a real heart throb, ready to show us what he’s made of. Ladies and gentlemen...” He pauses for dramatic effect “...I am proud to present, the newest addition of our show...Give it up for the Golden Lion!”

A whoosh noise was heard as the gates opened. Once they were fully unlatched, Thor walked out with blue-bladed swords in hand. His long hair was fully shaved, his Asgardian gear was replaced with gladiator armor, and his face was painted red. In his hand was a helmet, which he placed upon his head. Thor walked towards the other gladiators, not paying mind to their dark looks and snarls at him.

“Now, audience!” The Grandmaster said “It’s time for our favorite brute to show himself!”

This time, the crowd was going wild with anticipation. The gates opened, the sound of loud banging startling Thor as he bracedd himself “You know him...” He heard the Grandmaster say “...You all love him...Put your hands together for-“

“-THE INCREDIBLE HULK!!!”

A familiar green beast emerged from the shadows, donned with armor and a Spartan helmet. Hulk roared as he pounded his chest like a gorilla, making the crowd scream his name.

Thor could see the other fighters tense up, but all he could do was look in shock. Above him, Loki had the same expression as his brother, and they also seemed to have the same thing in mind.

“Oh crud...”

#marvel #my writing #fanon marvel #ragnarok rewrite #thor odinson #loki friggason #hela odinsdottir #grandmaster #skurge #gagnarok

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themostcleverandwittyname · 5 years

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There’s Power in Pain

CH1 CH2 CH3 CH4 CH5 CH6 CH7 CH8 CH9 CH10

CH11

Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess

(LinkxOC)

Summary:

A farmer with a troubled past had found a fallen hero on a riverside and makes the decision to take him in. With Ganondorf gathering power by the minute, there is no time to delay in his defeat however there is a time and place for everything as well as a lesson to learn. Link will have to do the hardest thing he has ever done and that is wait until he is ready to defeat Ganondorf.

But will Link ever truly be ready to rely on help to do the impossible? To accept that even heroes need support even from the most unlikely of people?

Meanwhile, a group of thieves organize to steal the sacred sword of the Hero of Destiny for themselves.

Chapter 6: The sounds of Splashing

Chapter 6 on AO3

“You had unsheathed the sword before that?”

The summer breeze ruffled the grass and the trees, the sound of the flutter of leaves was among the babbling of the stream. Hooves gave a melodic and soft thud as they went about their way. The sun had reached its full peak and Annette was very grateful for shady hat and the gentle breeze. The smell of the river and of honeysuckles in the brush swept around them, making the midday ride even more enjoyable. For the most part, the ride had been silent and had only lasted half an hour. The trail, if they followed it further on, would lead to Lake Hylia and the Lanayru Spring, which was just west of Hyrule Castle. Annette was more close to Termina, which was farthest to the West and past Lake Hylia by about two hours by horse. Being somewhat in the middle of the two big towns was beneficial to her, yet also a fair ride in either direction.

Link’s question, though not out of nowhere and a product of Annette admitting that she hadn’t pulled the sword out the first time in front of him, was a rupture of the quiet sounds of nature.

“Well, yeah. How did you think the honey got off the blade? Do you usually shove your sword back into its scabbard covered in blood, honey, or whatever you slice up?” She gave her rhetorical question, her sarcasm tinged her words. Link looked puzzled for a moment, as if he hadn’t realized that his sword had been cleaned.

“Oh… Blood usually doesn’t stay on the sword for long. I thought that because the sword is, well, magic that the scabbard would just… clean the honey? Usually that’s what it does with blood and dirt that collects on the blade.” He admitted, his naivety in his words. What?

“Wait, the scabbard cleans the blood off?” She asked, making sure she understood him right. He nodded, tangling the reigns around his fingers absently. He had frowned at the state of his green tunic and still decided to wear the chainmail beneath the button up she had fished from her brother’s drawer, the white fabric wasn’t quite long enough to cover the slightly tarnished mail that glinted in the sunlight. She had promised to help him patch up the tunic later, but it didn’t stop him from pulling that green hat over his hair. In other news, with inspection of his tunic, some things were found in his pockets that had not been lost, however not impressive enough to cheer over. Just a mere slingshot and a horse whistle, nothing too important yet Link still was pleased to have them back in his possession.

“Yes, surprisingly it’s very handy. With my other sword, I have to clean it a lot and it’s not easy to do when you’re in a cave with little lantern oil left.” He mused, memories of previous times flashed in his cool, blue eyes.

“Seems like you have a lot of stories to tell.” Annette prompted, leaning forward on her horse hoping to hear something interesting from the hero of legend. He gave a short-lived laugh under his breath and said nothing more before looking down at the mane of his horse, a bittersweet look in his eyes. Perhaps he didn’t want to talk about it.

Yet again, as they continued along the river and the way it curved, the farmer decided that something other than the sound of birds chirping was in order. Opening her saddlebag, she reached in and pulled out her source of entertainment on long rides, a simple violin. She had left the bow at her home and on rides like this preferred plucking the strings. She wasn’t a musical talent but there were a few melodies she had picked up from street musicians and locals. She ran her finger over the strings and recalled how one song went.

Plucking the strings, the melody, though at first was pitchy and unpracticed, began to flow nicely once she got used to her instrument again. She had not played in a long time. The song was fast paced and happy, one that was played at most festivals. Cordial, Annette’s horse, was fond of this particular tune and her pace quickened and she gave a whinney, as if attempting to sing along.

This made Link perk up and take his eyes away from staring away absently. The blonde watched her finish the song. She had not realized that she was finished until her playing had come to and end and she hadn’t given any forethought on what to play next.

“That was very pretty. I’ve never heard that song before.” Link gave, curiosity gleamed in his eyes. “ I didn’t know violins could be played that way.”

“It’s hard to carry a bow around on rides without breaking it. Playing violins like this isn’t uncommon, but playing with a bow is much more elegant. The song is a festival song that everyone in Termina knows. I just play it on long rides to entertain myself.” She explained, resting her hand on the polished wood. She cherished this violin a lot, as it had been a gift from her brother years ago.

Link listened and didn’t have any further comment, but he didn’t look as if he wanted to drop conversation.

“How about you? Do you like to do anything in your spare time?” She inquired, placing the violin loosely back into the saddle bag. Link thought for a moment about his answer and his extended silence was relatable. She always forgot everything she had ever done in her life when someone would ask what she likes to do.

“I like to help people. I like making people feel happy and safe.” His answer threw her off guard. It was warming, yet so unbelievably kind that it felt like something a governor or monarch would say to gain trust. However, the brunette knew this was not the case somehow and that the man riding with her was being genuine. She wasn’t sure exactly what to say to that and watched as he smiled fondly as he thought over his words.

“That’s… that’s very nice but I meant more of what you do for yourself. When you’re alone and bored what makes you happy? Do you paint or hunt or read? Maybe even play an instrument?” she pushed, adjusting her sunhat. Link smiled to himself as he recalled something.

“Well, I don’t know if this counts as an instrument or not but I pick reeds and use them as a whistle. Epona here loves it and runs right over to me.” he revealed, gesturing at the chestnut mare. Once again, she didn’t know how to respond. He what? She must have made a face because his smile fell and was replaced by confusion.

“Wow I’ve never heard that before. Maybe you can show me sometime.” was all she could manage. He looked down at his saddle and exhaled, not enthused by her lack of a proper response.

“There is another thing I like.” he began and opened his mouth, as if deciding whether or not to say it or not. “One of the best things is when I’m alone and find things that no one else has found. I like to discover hidden places because I know that there I can enjoy the moment, even if it’s short. A lot of people like looking at the night sky, but I feel the same way when I uncover something like that.” he spoke, voice soft along with his expression. His words were raw, untouched by formula or conditioning from others. It was genuine.

“I feel the same way with waterfalls and ponds. It’s comforting, right?” Annette related, smiling to herself. Link nodded and yet he had more to say.

“Yes, that’s a place that is normally comforting but the strange part is that I feel this way sometimes in places there would be danger. In dark caves, for example. I never know what’s around the corner, what’s in the shadows. Is it something I need to be careful of or something that I was lucky to find? It’s weird, but it’s exciting to feel unsure and fully engaged in what’s happening around me.” he continued his explanation, adding so much more. She knew what he was talking about. He looked at her, his eyes hopeful and yet confused.

“I know what you’re talking about.” Annette admitted and Link perked up.

“You do?” he responded, his curiosity beaming.

“Yeah, I mean it’s kinda like that.” she gave and his obvious interest prodded her into more. If he had shared that with her, then she could share something too. “I feel excited when I fight someone. There’s something about it that makes me feel alive. That may be everyone, but I’ve always felt guilty about it. It’s exhilarating and freeing. It’s the same when I’m out alone, walking in the dark along a street or somewhere else. Someone could break my neck, coming up behind me. I’d never have a clue but somehow it makes me feel free. It may be the possibilities that arise when I’m alone like that.” she ended her spill and wondered if she should have kept that to herself.

Link looked at her with thought.

“Fighting is freeing for me only after I win. When I fight, it’s never for me so it can quickly feel overbearing. Defeat is painful, not because of being hurt but because there’s so much more at stake than me.” His words came out pained. She knew that he wasn’t just speaking of past experiences, but perhaps also of his current wounds that he had.

The Triforce on his hand was condemning, she realized. Not just a right and a gift, but a sentence. She shuddered at the thought of having to bear something like that herself. Before she could come up with any pathetic or weakly constructed response to his pained words, something glinted in the water. Something had snagged itself on a branch that scraped the water’s surface.

“Link! Is that your bow?” She exclaimed her question and Link startled at the sudden volume increase. Annette pointed past the blonde at the item in the river and he followed her the direction of her finger to spot the bow. He snapped his head back at her, his eyes wide and excited. She didn’t need more of an answer.

She tugged the reigns and halted her mare before swinging down to the peaty soil at the river’s edge.

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Link watched as the woman made her way around Epona and paused by the bank. She looked up at him, her eyes nested under the shadow of her hat’s brim. Her freckles dusted between her hazel eyes. Her wild, curly hair twirled against her cheeks. Her skin was considerably darker than his, even in the sunlight, almost making him wonder is she had Gerudo relatives.

“You, stay on your horse. I’ll get it! Look and see if you can find the quiver. If not, it’s okay because we can just buy another one later.” Her words came out in a demand and she hurriedly pulled her cargo pants up past her knees, using the drawstring to tie them in place. He took her words and looked around, hoping to spot the quiver too.

A little way up the river, he had spotted the quiver wrapped over a pointy rock that rose up above the water. It was lucky that it was so close and not lost, despite the fact that it wasn’t particularly essential to him. Like Annette had said, he could just buy another quiver.

“It’s upstream! On that rock!” he called out as the brunette began to wade into the water, the surface resting well below her knees. The current swept around her, the dangling drawstrings grazed the water. She looked over towards the rock and gave him a nod over her shoulder before turning her back to him to trek through the water. In no time, she had reached the bow and quiver, muttering things to herself that Link couldn’t make out from his distance. She turned back, with both the bow and quiver in her arms, holding them high above the water.

“You are so lucky I might have to use you to gamble! There’s still one arrow in here!” she called out, her amusement clear in her voice.

She waded through the water but froze in place and her face went stark with shock. Something coiled and twisted over the edge of the quiver and onto the farmer's arm. She gave choked, inhuman groan of a shriek and slammed the quiver into the water, her whole body surging into action to sling the trespasser from her wrist. The snake was flung from her arm and Annette, still in a state of panic, stomped away in a frenzied march and fell back into the river. She disappeared from view for a moment under the surface and lurched back to her feet in the calf-deep flow, drenched completely and blinded by her own hair.

Link stared, stunned as only seconds passed and didn’t allow for much of a reaction, as the now soaked brunette pulled the wet mangle of hair from her eyes to look around for the snake, who had long fled in fear. Her tawny face almost seemed pallid as she looked up, her likeness like a wet sheepdog. Link wasn’t sure if it was relief, the sudden absurdity of the scene, or the dumbfounded look that Annette was giving him as she realized he had been watching, but he burst into laughter.

Her eyebrows pinched together and her eyes narrowed as she nodded her head in spite of herself. She sucked in her cheeks and turned her eyes towards the quiver in the water, the bow still in her grasp.

“Yeah, ha-ha, laugh it up. As if you wouldn’t do the same thing.” she huffed, pulling the soaked quiver from the water, tilting it to pour out. The single arrow still remained there, not lost to the current when it had been thrown into the water. He was indeed lucky. His laughter diminished to be just a smile and through his grin he tried to make some sort of apology, though he couldn’t be totally sincere.

“I’m sorry, you just looked so… funny when you were scared like that. I’ve never seen that from you.” he began, his laugh returning to peek through his words. Annette gave a stern look and she straightened up.

“I am a coward, sure, but I am not scared of a little snake. It just caught me off guard, that’s all.” she claimed, matter of factly, her nose turned up. He didn’t believe it and just to see what defence she had, he chose his next words with mischief in mind.

“Good, then getting it off your leg shouldn’t be a problem.” He jested and Annette barely had time to register his words before she again squealed and leapt from the water, this time holding firm the quiver and bow in her hands. The commotion set the water around her flying in droplets through the air as she scrambled away. However, this time she didn’t fall and her frenzy was cut short when she realized that there was no snake.

Coming to a stop, she took a deep breath and looked up to glare at him, his giggles were unaffected by her look.

“Oh fuck you!” she exclaimed but with a few seconds to whoosh away her short-lived anger, she exhaled and humor spread across her features. “Oh okay, you got me! You got me… Come on, piss yourself! Soooo funny.” her sarcasm came but her own half-hidden smirk betrayed her and Link could laugh knowing that she wasn’t angry anymore. He was taken away from the moment when she held the bow out to inspect it, her face lighting up.

“Since I’m already soaking wet, I might as well make use of it and see if I’m any good at archery.” Her words caught him off guard as he didn’t know what she meant by that. She wasn’t planning on shooting him, was she? The answer to his question came when after the brunette notched the arrow clumsily, she turned the sharp tip towards the water, just downstream from her. After a few seconds of concentrated focus, she let the arrow fly to hit its mark in the water, apparently a total miss at her groan. No wonder, her form was completely wrong.

“Are you trying to catch a fish that way? When you’ve never shot a bow?” Link asked in curiosity, leaning forward in his saddle.

“Um, yeah. It’s a dumb idea but I want to see if I can do it… if you don’t mind. If I bend your arrow, I’ll buy you more.” she offered as she crept through the water, careful not to cause any more stir in the water so that the fish will return.

“I don’t mind. Go for it.” he spoke and Annette nodded. Notching the arrow again, she stood back into the more shallow water and kept a close eye out. She looked over her shoulder at him and at the horses.

“You should probably get down and stretch your legs. We’ll probably be here a while if my goal is to be accurate.” She gave herself a short chuckle, “Just don’t hurt yourself and stay away from the edge of the forest.” her command came out and with no further comment she turned towards the water. He thought it over and clambered down from the saddle, giving Epona a soft pat. His decent pulled at his arm and the ache worsened to remind him it was there.

Looking around, he decided that looking at rocks was better than nothing. He could be quiet that way and not scare the fish. As much as he didn’t want to idle around and wanted to hunt down what he had lost, he knew it was better than nothing.

He was slow to bend down to pluck a marbled grey pebble from the small dunes of others, keeping in mind that he was injured. Although he had healed considerably, he did not want to reopen the small wounds again and reverse progress and he certainly didn’t want to hear Annette scold him again.

Rolling the pebble around in his palm felt so foreign, his nondominant hand had been working overtime and he wondered if he would become ambidextrous after this. That would be useful. Annette cussed, having missed her target again and he looked up to see her march half-hearted towards the arrow. His attention half returned to the pebble and half lingered on her profanity.

In Ordon, there were no girls or women that would cuss aloud and stomp around so rudely when they didn’t get their way. Annette had said that she was from Termina, so perhaps it was a cultural difference but compared to people he had met in Hyrule and his hometown, he figured it may just be unique to her. She was so bossy and often rude, rolling her eyes and snorting at any inconvenience, but she never neglected to take care of whatever problem arose. She called her friend an idiot and acted as if everything Zania did was troublesome, yet she looked forward to seeing her and still enjoyed her company.

Link thought back to her harsh words when he joked about the snake and assumed that perhaps that’s just how she treated her friends? If that were the case, he would welcome a “fuck you” from her, no matter how strange it was to him.

But then again, that just may be how things are with people from Termina and she may just be rude.

With her rudeness aside, Link couldn’t deny that she had helped him a great deal and treated him nicely even if she did scold him as if she were his mom. He knew that without her… he may not be as well as he is now if he was even alive. He would like to think that someone else would come along and help, but in this secluded and uninhabited area full of woods, he knew that was only positive thinking. He wanted to help more, but he had no clue what to do. She was happy with the honey, but he couldn’t help but feel that it was minor in paying her back.

And then there was… the sword incident. He couldn’t wrap his head around it, how she had acted and how she was able to unsheathe it. She had dropped the subject so fast and had tried to ignore it had happened and that baffled him. He knew that anyone who could wield that sword would be thrilled about it, all the children in Ordon dreamed about it and that’s why he returned it to the temple… until now. Annette had completely ignored it and the lack of excitement didn’t make any sense.

“Hey Link, are you feeling okay? You’ve been staring at that rock for a while now. Do we need to go back? I don’t want you passing out on me or anything.” the subject of his thoughts called out, her words were the summation of what she was like. She cared, but always thought something in that made the situation seem like a bother. She was deflecting her own concerns. And this she did very often.

Link stared dumbly back and nodded, letting the pebble slide from his palm. That was answer enough for her and she turned back and shot the bow again, missing and cursing under her breath.

Rude or not, she was helping him and had claimed she was going to help him get back everything he lost and for that, he wasn’t sure he could thank her. Especially if she knew how badly he had failed and how Ganon’s power grew every moment that she handed him a plate or made him go lie down and rest.

“Did I? I DID! Link, look, I got him!” She called excited as she rushed to the arrow and pulled the large carp from the water, which flopped uselessly in her grasp. “Do you like grilled fish?” She questioned, pulling the arrow from the side of the fish. Link stared in surprise. He thought it might take longer to catch a fish. Shooting arrows into water with accuracy was something that beginners would have trouble with. Was it luck or just the fact that she didn’t give up?

Very pleased with her catch, he watched her bring the wriggling fish to the shore, little water droplets made new dark spots on Annette’s half-dried shirt. Holding it above the rocks, she watched it squirm and her excitement faded to confusion.

“I um… I don’t know what to do with it now. My brother usually… finished the job.” She explained, still holding the fish firmly. Oh, she didn’t want to kill it. He stepped forward, willing to do the job. Reaching out for the fish, they both jumped back startled as a crudely made arrow pierced the side of the fish, the impact pushed the fish from the woman’s grip.

Link’s heart sunk in fear and dread as he knew exactly what this meant. Looking in the direction that the arrow came from, he found on the hill across the river what he had fought so hard to keep from Ordon.

A bublin archer perched on a large, painting boar.

And he wasn’t sure he could defend himself this time, let alone the woman in front of him.

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liv-andletdie · 7 years

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I'm STARVED for fluffy tp zelink about them just genuinely in love and happy help pls

You would not believe how excited I was to start work on this! The biggest issue I came across was trying to choose what fluffy thing to write about. So I’m gonna do more than one! I’m gonna be writing more than one cute story (because there isn’t enough TP Zelink let’s be real) the first one is gonna be posted here on Tumblr and the rest will be found at Ao3

Ao3 link [x]

Ordon was a hamlet that lived in almost total isolation. The small village was nestled deep in the forest to the south of Hyrule, hidden by dense green trees and separated by steep cliffs, the only way in was over a rickety old wooden bridge. As such very little news came in or out of the small community, the goings on of the world outside were a mystery to the people who lived there.

However sometimes rumors would find their way through the trees, carried on distant winds and the backs of traveling merchants. These rumors were often wild and unbelievable, made up tales of lords and ladies running away into the forests, sons betraying fathers, and mothers selling their daughters. While these stories made for great entertainment around the fire, they were hardly realistic. Stories blown out of proportion for the drama of it all, each person who passed it on added some daring and dangerous tale.

Some rumors were more believable than others, coming direct from Castle Town to the north and avoiding the hands of the meddlesome story tellers. They told of the King and his family, two noble and talented children. Stories of the son where rare, he was hardly seen amongst the people preferring to keep himself indoors and to his study. Stories of his sister however were a popular favourite among the men and women of the country.

They would tell of her incredible beauty, her caring heart, and her musical voice. Some said that she was a Goddess reborn, that no mortal creature could be as lovely as her.

These stories were some of the least believable to the young goatherd of Ordon.

The idea of a goddess walking amongst mortals was poetry, it wasn’t possible. Link dismissed these descriptions of the fair princess as an over romanticised fantasy. Some infatuated Bards attempt to win her favour, to see one of her so called “enchanting smiles”. Link had no doubt that the Princess was beautiful, however he found it hard to believe that anyone could be as beautiful as a deity.

That was until he finally met her.

—

The war was over, the twili returned to their realm, Midna returned to her throne. The great evil that had plagued Hyrule was gone, eradicated by the sacred blade, and she was at peace.

Zelda stood at the edge of her balcony, eyes tracing over the lights of the city below. The sounds of celebration rang through the cold night air as the people rejoiced. Evil was gone, the Goddesses had prevailed. The sounds of music and singing eased the pain in her heart, her people were safe. They were happy. She could rest.

Or at least try to.

Her castle was in ruins, her city demolished. Her people had suffered a great tragedy that one night of suffering could not ease. In the morning they would want answers, how did this happen? Who was to blame? Who saved us? The malicious rumors that would be spread in the aftermath caused a panic in her chest that dulled her good mood, as her people’s chants of victory turned into the cries of war, and their lanterns to flaming torches.

Will they call for my head? She wondered, gripping the stone railing with ruined gloves. Will they demand my blood as payment for theirs? It frightened her, the uncertainty of not knowing. She prayed for Midna’s confidence, the Twilight Queen had become a close friend during their months of battle. If only she were here with me now.

Midna had shattered the Mirror. She wasn’t coming back.

Zelda supposed that it was for the best. The Twili had suffered also, it would be better to keep the two worlds apart as they healed. And better to avoid any future calamities that may befall them.

Still the young Princess missed her friend.

A soft knock on the door behind her pulled her from her thoughts. The sounds of celebrations lost to her. The Princess stood taller, scolding herself for letting her thoughts get away from her

“Come in” she commanded, eyes still cast towards the stars. Thankfully her voice sounded stronger than she felt. The slide of old metal hinges rang in her ears, followed by soft unfamiliar footsteps. She listened as they got closer, stopping three steps behind her.

“Sorry for the interruption your Highness” a voice behind her spoke, it was soft and warm. The accent sounded Southern, nothing like she had ever heard before. Cautiously Zelda turned her head towards the voice.

He stood behind her, the man who held the Master Sword.

When she had seen him last he had been covered head to toe in desert dust, mud, and blood. His face set in a determined scowl. His blue eyes had been wild and clear, focusing on everything and nothing. He’d scared her. The proud wolf still visible in his hylian features.

But as he stood behind her, face free of the dust and grime from his battles, she was struck by how kind he looked.

“It’s quite alright” she said, her voice softer under his gentle gaze. “Was there anything I could do to help you?”

In the dim light from the moon she saw him shift on his feet. The tips of his long ears seemed to pinken, his dazzling blue eyes shifting to the ground. He cleared his throat, more out of habit than necessity. She was caught for a moment, tracing the shape of his cheekbones with her eyes. He’s left that ridiculous hat behind she noted unaware of why that made her smile slightly.

“No there’s… ahh.. There’s nothing. I just wanted to see if you were okay”

Her heart skipped a beat in her chest. She felt breathless under his kind eyes, helpless and vulnerable. She stood before him, scarred and bruised. Her Royal Regalia was tarnished, her gown stained and torn. Her hair a mess and her exhaustion clear in her eyes.

And yet he looked at her without pity, malice, or contempt.

The warmth in his eyes made her forget, for a moment, the fear that had gripped her heart. The panic and the pain for her people lessened slightly and even her golden pauldrons felt lighter on her shoulders.

“I am okay” she said, surprised that she meant it. “How are you, Hero?”

He was blushing now, slight embarrassment clear as the red on his cheeks. He rubbed the back of his neck obviously flustered. He opened his mouth to say something, struggling to find the words.

“I’ll be okay but… nevermind” He backed away, feet shuffling against the dusty stones on the balcony. His face twisted into a mix of embarrassment and pain

“What is it?” she asked, instantly concerned. Such an expression seemed out of place on his youthful fac

“… It’s nothing”“Hero-”“Link”

She paused, trying and failing to keep the confused expression from her features. He looked ashamed, taking a step back, as if terrified that he had spoken out of turn. Terrified that she would have him cast from her sight, that he had angered royalty

“Pardon?” “M-my name… it’s Link” he kept his gaze lowered, hands clasped behind his back as he traced patterns in the dust with the toe of his boot. Zelda took him in, the way the moonlight reflected off of his dirty blonde hair, the small blue earrings that hung from his pointed lobes, the sharp wolflike lines of his features.

“Link” she tested the sound in her mouth, finding that she enjoyed the way the syllables rolled off of her tongue. “Well, it’s a pleasure to formally meet you. Link” She raised a petite hand, cringing at the grime the stained the silk.

He took her hand in his, relief shining in his eyes. His hand felt gentle against hers, the rough skin of his fingertips caressing her knuckles through her glove.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Princess Zelda”

—

Months passed, and the city was torn down and built from the ground up.

People found their peace, they rebuilt their businesses and homes. Families and friends came together, communities became close. The dead were mourned, their memories preserved. Mothers cradled their children and sang them lullabies, husbands and wives were reunited. The sun rose and they began again.

In Link, Zelda found a friend. Someone she could confide in.

The two grew closer, bonding over the knowledge and experiences shared during those harrowing months. Every night they would meet on that balcony overlooking the city. Together they watched it heal and grow and flourish. They watched the people get stronger and the sadness leave the soil.

Their conversations began to change. Topics moving from that of growth and rebuilding. Link told her about Ordon, the goats, the trees, the cliffs. The isolated nature that had kept them in safety for as long as he could remember. “A paradise in the middle of nowhere” he called it. Zelda had smiled, she’s said it sounded beautiful and Link had promised to take her one day.

He told her about the stories that would pass into Ordon, stories of Lords running away with scullery maids, highway women luring men into the woods only to rob them blind, and children becoming heroes. In return she told him about the stories she’d hear in Castle Town.

They spent their nights telling each other stories, and when they ran out they made up their own. She would tell him old legends of the Goddesses and Heroes before him, stories of heavenly birds and people so small they were practically invisible.

Link would always leave before the sun rose, the two never straying past the realm of propriety. Hands would stay by their sides or rest on the stone railings. Eyes never lingered for longer than necessary. And every farewell was punctuated by a bow and they returned to their beds to sleep alone.

Their closeness did not go unnoticed.

Rumors began to spread around Castle Town of the Hero and Princess. Tales of debauchery and seduction, coloured with tragic forbidden love. Zelda would laugh it off, denying everything.

“Link is very dear to me” she’d say, her hand pressed over her heart “but our relationship is nothing like that”

They gossips would laugh along, pretending that they believed her. And then when her back was turned they would gossip again. Create stories from nothing, Stories blown out of proportion for the drama of it all, each person who passed it on added some daring and dangerous tale.

—

One night, when the moon was full and the air was warm, Link found Zelda on the Balcony.

It had been over a year since the Invasion had ended. It was now nothing but a dark stain in Hyrule’s proud history. Life had continued for the citizens and the country was flourishing.

And yet she still wept.

He’d found her like this once before. Hunched over herself, leaning against the railings as her sobs racked her body. Tears flowing down her face, begging to the gods for forgiveness. Her hands had clawed at her sleeves, pulling and tearing the fabric there, punishing herself for her imagined failures. She had quietened when she noticed his presence, assuring him that it was nothing. He’d watched her closely that night, wondering how he could have helped her.

When he found her like that again, hunched and sobbing over the bright full moon, he didn’t hesitate.

Propriety had held him back before. The fear of overstepping his bounds and hurting her more, of ruining their friendship before it had formed. But now, watching her hurt, his heart ached.

He surged forward, taking her in his arms. She fought and struggled, pushing trying to add distance from the comfort she believed she didn’t deserve. But he held her fast, pressing her against his chest. Her tears came hot and fast, pouring down her cheeks and neck.

“Let me go” she cried her hands balling into fists, her nails digging into her palms. She fought and cried, hitting a drum beat against his chest. He let her, baring through every aching punch, knowing that the pain she was feeling was much much worse.

“I’m not going to let you go” he promised pressing her head into his shoulder. “I’m not going to let you go, I’m not going anywhere” Eventually all the fight left her, she collapsed into his arms. Broken, heart aching sobs echoing out into the quiet night air. He brought them down to sitting. He rested his back against the same stone railings. The Princess curled up into his lap.

They stayed that way, wrapped around each other, clinging to the last comfort they had. He stroked her hair, pulling it out of the way of her long elegant ears. She ran her hand over his chest, soothing the fresh bruises she had left, pressing apologies into his skin.

“I’m sorry” she whispered, burying her face into his neck “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry”

You have nothing to be sorry for he wanted to say, hands tracing patterns over her shoulder blades and scalp. He tilted her head, pressing a gentle kiss to her crown, he felt one last, heart stopping sigh leave her, ghosting over his collar bone.

Absent mindedly he wondered what kind of rumors they would spread about the two of them now.

—

After that night they grew closer.

The walls had been broken between them. No longer would they stand, keeping their hands to themselves. They found solace in the feel of each other’s arms. Zelda leaned against him, her arms slung low on his waist, her chin resting on his shoulder as he lazily swayed them back and forth. Playing with the ends of her hair and drawing soothing circles over her spine.

“The people have been talking” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, not stopping in his movements “what have they been saying?”

It was a running joke by now. The rumors had gotten so wild, so out of control, that it was almost hilarious. The stories they told about them were romanticized versions of someone else’s dreams. Zelda let out a sardonic laugh, leaning in closer as if to tell him a secret.

“They say that you and I are secretly married” She giggled, the sound was like music to his ears “and that I am pregnant with your second child” “Who has my first?” he asked pulling her closer, a wide smile on his face. “Just some women you met at Lake Hylia. She fell in love with you instantly and after a night of passion you disappeared”

Link couldn’t help the laugh that followed. The idea of himself being some heartbreaker, going around the country seducing women, was far too funny to him.

“If you’re pregnant” he questioned, nuzzling closer into the crook of her neck “then how come you ain’t getting any of those weird cravings?” “Oh but didn’t you hear?” she teased, her laughter clear in her voice “I have, I’ve just been getting someone to sneak me food so no one knows”

The two fell apart then, laughing freely and joyously. Tears brimming at the edges of their eyes. They held each other until their laughs subsided, panting and catching their breaths.

“Honestly” she breathed, pulling back to look her friend in the eye. “Can you believe that?”

He shook his head, laughter threatening to rise up once more. “I don’t know what’s more unbelievable” he chuckled “The idea of me getting you pregnant, or the idea of someone falling in love with me at first sight” His laughter returned, filling the space with a joyful sound.

Yet something was off.

His laughter died when he realized that the Princess in his arms had grown silent.

Tilting his head to look up at her, he saw that she was lost in thought. Her lip being teased between her teeth as she counted the stars in the sky.

“Zelda?” he questioned, trying to bring her back to reality “Rupee for your thoughts?”

Zelda looked back at him, her face blank as she focused on where she was. Her eyes swimming with emotions he didn’t dare name.

“Pardon? Oh nothing. It’s nothing I’m alright” She promised bringing her hands up to rest on his shoulders, squeezing them slightly. I just don’t think someone falling in love with you is that farfetched she thought to herself, trying to ignore the questioning way he was looking at her.

“It’s late” she said turning away from him “We should probably get some rest now”

Link reluctantly let go of her, fighting back a shiver at the loss of warmth. He watched as she walked away, trying to convince himself that it wasn’t love he saw in her eyes.

—

Of all the places in the castle, Link found that the garden was his favourite.

It was in the gardens that he found her, bathed in sunlight and surrounded by flowers. She lay spread out against the lush green grass, the mid morning sun setting her hair aflame. The cool night air had not yet left them and the tips of her ears and nose had turned pink. Her eyes were closed to the rising sun as she breathed deeply and calmly. Utterly relaxed.

Link stood before her, having ventured out for a morning walk. She was completely unaware of his presence as he stepped closer. He debated calling out to her, rousing her from her relaxation. But he found that the words would not come. She very rarely found peace, he didn’t want to take it from her.

Taking a step back, he stole one last glance at her relaxed face. The sound of his footsteps against the gravel path caused the Princess to stir. Opening her crystal blue eyes, turning her gaze to take in his shape, silhouetted against the sun.

“Good morrow” she greeted, her voice rough from sleep. Link smiled back, bowing at the waist as was proper. “Good mornin” He replied, watching as a matching smile broke out on his Princess’s face. Her eyes sparkling like jewels in the sunlight. “You having a nap there?” his question caused her to giggle, a pink blush spreading over her cheeks.

“I was resting my eyes” she defended, moving a hand to block the rising sun from her eyes. “I was up late last night”

A guilty chuckle bubbled up from his throat. It was his fault, he knew. Their conversation had lasted long into the night, telling jokes, sharing stories. She’d told him the legends of the heroes as she often did, embellishing and accentuating the tales as the merchants did. She made their quests sound so heroic, their feats so magical. He’d listened as her musical voice spoke once more of the incredible winged beasts that once lived side by side with them.

“Sorry” He said, hardly apologetic. He watched as she stretched out on the grass, curling and uncurling her hands, a soft sound leaving her throat as her back arched upwards. He felt his mouth go dry at the sight, turning his head to the flowerbeds beside him.

“You should be” she teased, “It is because of you that I am reduced to lying in a flower bed for rest” Her face broke out in a joyful grin “still a bed is a bed I suppose”

Link took a step forward, thumbs tucked into the hips of his belt. Her grin was infectious as he leaned over her, blotting the sun from her eyes.

“And is your new bed comfortable your Highness?” he asked, watching as she nodded her head, her long braids falling into the grass under her neck.

“Oh yes” she said, holding her hand out to take his. The grin turning from innocent to teasing, a mischievous light glinting in her eyes “come and see”

This forwardness was new. He had seen her command armies, build cities, and issue proclamations, her authority and wisdom was unparalleled. And yet, in all the time he had known her he had never known her like this.

“They’ll talk” he warned, kneeling on the ground next to her, his hand reaching for hers. Her soft skin tracing the callouses on his palm.

“I don’t care, lie with me”

The words lit a fire in his heart. She must know what she’s doing to me He thought as he lowered himself to the ground next to her. His hand still grasped in hers.

She let out a contented sigh, shifting to lie closer to him on the soft grass. He turned his head to look at her, tracing the way the light shone against her pale skin. The long line of her neck, the sharp point of her dignified nose. The delicate tempting pout of her lips. Her eyes had closed again, relaxing as she let herself settle into the ground. Her grip loosened on his, the tips of her fingers grazed against the skin of his wrist

Taking advantage of her loose hold on his hand, he slipped his arm out from between them. She let out a displeased noise at the loss of contact but he ignored it in favour of wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side. Her hand rested on his chest, her head on his shoulder.

“They’ll talk” she warned repeating his words from earlier. She pressed herself against him, leaving a light kiss on his collarbone.

“I don’t care” he traced his fingers along her spine. She squirmed a little, his touch tickling her slightly. He noticed this, moving his free hand to her side and poking her lightly there. Her laughs rang clear through the quiet garden as the morning sun rose higher in the sky.

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“How long has it been?” she asked one night while they watched the city below them. She was leaning over the edge of the balcony, her winter cloak draped over her shoulders. Link stood next to her, his own cloak pushed out of the way and his hands played with the ends of her hair.

By the Goddesses he loved her hair.

“How long has what been?” he asked, the silken strands slipping through his fingers. He pulled lightly, the braid going taunt beneath his grip. Zelda huffed and moved it out of his reach, earning her a small pout from Link. He contented himself with putting his hand on her lower back, his touch warm even through the thick fabric cloak.

“How long has it been since we started standing like this?” Her voice was distant, her eyes even more so. He leaned back to think, recounting every meeting they’d had. His mind travelled back to the first time they had stood together on the balcony like this. There had been a large distance between them. He had ached, even then, to hold her. He never acted on his urge until months later.

“Over a year now I think” he said taking one of her soft hands in his “why do you ask?” “I was just curious that’s all. I enjoy our closeness” She turned her head to face him, no smile adorned her lips but her eyes shone.

Link felt breathless.

He had often gazed at her in the months they’d been friends. Taking in her good looks and spirited humour. But now, bathed in the same starlight as the first time they met, he found he was unable to look away.

She truly looked like a goddess. Her auburn hair dancing in the slight breeze, the light of the moon casting silver across her skin. Her eyes, a deep royal blue seemed to lock onto his, she didn’t say anything, letting him have his silence.

His eyes traced over her features. Following the regal curve of her brow down past enchanting eyes, down her pointed nose and over her high cheeks. A soft blush was blooming across her face, pink colouring the skin over the bridge of her nose. Small freckles from their time riding in the bright winter sun decorated her porcelain skin. He watched as her blush spread, moving towards her long elegant ears.

He had never seen ears like them.

Ordon was a Human village. It was small, and it rarely saw visitors. Link had been the only Hylian to live there. His ears had made him stand out, the adults had been weary of him at first. He didn’t look like them, he’d never grow up to be like them. Rusl had made him feel like a part of the village. But he’d never made him feel human.

But Zelda, she had. With every word she spoke she made him feel like he truly belonged. Every smile she gave him was like home in a way Ordon never was.

“Rupee for your thoughts” she asked, bringing his attention back to her face. Her eyes held a fire he couldn’t name. She was closer than she had ever been before

“We hear a lot of rumors in Ordon” he said “mostly stupid ones, but sometimes… sometimes we hear things that hold a lot of truth you know” he held her hand tighter, resting his forehead against hers. “There was one that I could never make myself believe… But I know now I was wrong” he admitted, eyes dropping to her lips. He went quiet, feeling his heart racing in his chest.

“What was that rumor?” she asked pulling her hand from his to place it on his chest, her fingertips grazing softly against his collarbone.

“Zelda” He pulled her closer, his free hand moving to join its twin on her back. His eyes met hers, a silent question met with a silent answer.

Her blush deepened, pinks turning red. The ears he loved so much twitching upwards in surprise. Her hand moved up to hold the back of his neck, her fingers sliding into the soft hair there. Her other hand came up to rest on his forearm, feeling the muscles tense under her touch.

They had been close before, but never like this. Never touching as they were now, pressed against each other from head to toe, basking in their shared warmth. It was intoxicating, they agreed, the feel of their heartbeats thumping in time to an unheard song. The feel of their hands clinging tightly as if terrified to ever let go.

Zelda moved forward, leaning and capturing his lips in a delicate kiss. His hands pulled her closer and he felt her sigh softly as he returned the kiss. Her hand tightened in his hair and it left him breathless.

Neither of them paid any thought to the rumors that would be spread about them, to the gossips and the liars. In that moment there was only the two of them, alone together on the balcony surrounded by shining diamond stars.

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