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ladyhoneydee · 6 months

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30 Day Song(fic) Challenge: Day 9

Hello all! Today's prompt for my Song(fic) Challenge was "A song from your first ever concert", which is one I really liked! My first concert was the artist dodie, in 2019 during her tour for her EP Human. I'd been following her for four years at that point, and...ended up crying through a good 70% of the concert lol, including during the bops. For today's song, I ended up going with "Would You Be So Kind?"!

Head in the Clouds

Game: Skyward Sword, pre-canon

Pairing: Zelink

Word Count: 1140

Keywords: first love, lighthearted yearning, best friend banter

It had been growing worse and worse, lately. Whether or not he was around, she spent half of her time with her head in the clouds, and the other half so deeply in the moment that every little action struck her like lightning. It was stupid! This was her best friend, the person with whom she’d spent nearly every waking moment (and many unconscious ones, too) that she possibly could, since before she was actually capable of retaining memories. She shouldn’t be mooning after him like some music-drunk remlit. And yet, here she was.

Read the fic on Ao3, or under the cut!

He was doing it again.

They’d been studying together for the last two hours, poring over their textbooks for any relevant detail about flight trajectories and velocities and all the things they already knew how to do without putting big annoying words and numbers to it, thanks, sitting cross-legged on Zelda’s bedroom floor the same way they had since they were kids. And every once in a while, Link’s knee would brush hers and linger there.

And any thought she had in her head would fly right out the window.

It was so stupid! It was just a knee, for Hylia’s sake! Why was she over here thinking about how warm he was and how cozy he was and how firm the muscles of his leg felt against hers?! She wasn’t even touching any of his muscles, it was a knee! Which were notably bony! She was positively delusional.

Just as Zelda thought she might explode right then and there, he shifted again, and the pressure of his knee vanished. It wasn’t an unexpected movement—Link was restless at the best of times, and he’d been fidgeting all evening—but it invoked a lot of feelings for Zelda. Relief, but also…loss.

She wanted him to touch her. With more than just an accidental brush of his knee.

“Zel, do we really have to keep going?” Link yawned. “It’s getting pretty late.”

She rolled her eyes. “You can’t pull that one on me, sleepyhead. It’s not late, it’s just getting dark earlier.”

“Well, what about science? I heard that you’re not supposed to cram for a test, you’re supposed to study throughout the week and practice what you learned.”

“Well, Link, that would’ve been a fine idea if you’d started studying earlier, instead of needing me to force you to do it the day before our exam. What does science say about cramming versus not studying at all?”

He grimaced, but then chuckled. “It was worth a shot.”

“Uh-huh. Get back to reading, slacker.” Her eyes softened as her gaze darted over his messy hair and lovely, open face, and the affectionate smile resting on it. “Ten more minutes, and we can do some practice questions for a change of pace.”

“Yeees, Headmistress,” Link drawled. Despite his sarcasm, his attention obediently returned to his textbook.

Zelda tried to take her own advice, but she couldn’t keep her focus on the pages before her. It had been growing worse and worse, lately. Whether or not he was around, she spent half of her time with her head in the clouds, and the other half so deeply in the moment that every little action struck her like lightning. It was stupid! This was her best friend, the person with whom she’d spent nearly every waking moment (and many unconscious ones, too) that she possibly could, since before she was actually capable of retaining memories. She shouldn’t be mooning after him like some music-drunk remlit. And yet, here she was.

She snuck a glance at him, just one short peek. His straw-colored bangs were dangling into his face, but she knew him so well that she could make out any expression of his as long as she had even a sliver of visibility. His thick brows—absolute caterpillars that they were—were scrunched in concentration, and she could see the tiredness in the lines around his eyes. Maybe after the question session, they’d take a break.

She sensed the movement in his body before it even began, and dropped her gaze back to her own textbook just before he took his own glance at her.

Hylia, she wished she knew what a peek like that meant for him. Was it to see if she was paying attention; to see if he could slack off, like she was a professor monitoring him in detention? Was it simply the gaze of a friend? Or had he looked for the same reason she had: that uncontrollable urge to just take him in, as much and as often as possible?

She’d realized her feelings for him as the days started getting longer at half-Zenith, when the massage he kneaded into her shoulders after her victorious Wing Ceremony awoke something within her she hadn’t even realized was dormant. And she’d been increasingly obvious with it—holding his hand more than ever, seeking him out in every free moment, sending him loftwing letters in the mornings so that her words could be the first ones he saw when he woke up. Really, the only way her affection could be more apparent would be if she leaned in for a kiss (although she’d probably wimp out before she could get within four inches of his face).

There was no way he couldn’t know, at this point, unless he was literally the most unobservant person to fly the skies. And yet, he had been so incredibly hard to read about it! Hadn’t said anything about the changes in her behavior, in confession or rejection. She knew he could be anxious, often needed time to push through emotional blocks and interrogate his true feelings. But it had been moons. Surely he’d say something soon.

Surely.

All at once, her thoughts shattered like glass as something hairy and heavy impacted her shoulder and stayed there. Link’s head. She turned her own to the side, ready to give him a piece of her mind for slacking off and distracting her, but—

Closed eyes, parted petal lips. Chest rising and falling slowly and evenly.

He was asleep.

Really, it was a miracle that he’d landed on her, rather than tipping over in the opposite direction and painfully sprawling onto the floor. Then again, he’d always been the goddess’s favorite.

“Such a sleepyhead,” she whispered, as quietly as she could manage. “Maybe I should call you blockhead, for how heavy that pumpkin you call a skull is.”

She couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she looked at him, feeling the weight of his head and his trust on her shoulder.

If he didn’t ask her about her feelings—or, goddess willing, confess some of his own—in the next half-year, she’d tell him how she felt after the next Wing Ceremony. Hopefully, he’d win, and she could confess her feelings to him atop the Goddess Statue. It would be suitably romantic, and if he rejected her she could always just leap off the statue.

A year would be a long time to wait with her head in the clouds and a permanently elevated heartbeat, but he was worth it. Always had been. And always would be, even if he didn’t return her romantic inclinations, and she stayed his platonic pal forever.

Zelda let out a sigh—that only slightly shuddered with all the yearning in her chest—and leaned her own head over to rest on Link’s. For now, this stolen moment was enough.

#loz #zelink #fanfic #sksw zelink #skyward sword #my fanfiction #30 day song(fic) challenge

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steelcrops · 2 years

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LN Protag Headcanons

Six - A “got games on your phone?” kid. - When she eats lollipops she accidentally (sometimes purposely) eats the whole stick with it. - She falls to sleep really easily, making do with piles of garbage as beds. - No mercy. She’s a survivor girlboss. - She tends to not cry about anything. - Rage quits video games and puzzles, - She cuts emotional ties when needed. - Still cares about her friends, though she wouldn’t hesitate to let them go when she needs to. - She likes sharp things. - She is aware of the situations she is in, but doesn’t exactly care. - Thinks of the weirdest solutions to problems. - Just a fairly playful kiddo. - Can be really nihilistic. - Overconfident and hasty with puzzles. - Procrastinator - Quick on her feet - Works well under pressure - Can get really sarcastic

Mono - Minecraft player. - A SIMP. Super Intense Minecraft Player. - Turns everything into a game. - Believes that everyone can be better if they just try. - A problem-solver. - Constantly references video games. - Runs to find Six food so she doesn’t get hungry. Not for his own safety, but so she isn’t hungry. - Would jump into an abyss for a new hat. - Definitely memorizes FNaF lore. - Pushes Six on the swing. - Looks at relatable memes and goes “haha I do that” - Would impulse buy Pokemon cards and crud like that. - He likes to think that he’s like Link from Legend of Zelda. - Believes that The Power of Friendship™ is the greatest weapon. - Smart kid when it comes to math and reading - Hyper-aware of his situation. - Would punch you. - Does have mild stage fright - Does what he has to do for his friends - “Do you ever have a dream where you uh, that is uh, where you that is, *Idk insert the rest of that video*”

Runaway Kid

- Dumbass. - Loves carrying the gnomes around. - When the gnomes get hurt he helps them since they can’t tend to their own wounds with their stubby little hands. - Throws the gnomes around like it’s nothing. - Gets really mesmerized by fire. - Cries a lot. - Constantly asks to do a trust fall with Mono and Six. - Mono teaches him how to play Minecraft. - Oblivious when he is in danger. - Started crying after killing the shadow kid things because ‘ohhh nooo I just killed a little bby thing noooo’ - I desperately want Lady of The Maw mother figure AU for this kid. - Likes the color blue - Has a lot of nightmares - Not afraid to call you several swear words - Loves to run around the room for no reason. - Really good at giving advice - Good at communication - Names the gnomes, despite them already having names. - Likes puzzles. - Gets attached to people really easily. - Writes stand-up comedy acts - All of his jokes are crappy puns - Does not have stage fright and can easily talk to people

#little nightmares #littlenightmares #little nightmares 2 #little nightmares headcanons #headcanons

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anthemxix · 3 years

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What do you think Mask’s relationship with Zelda/Shiek was like?

mmm, i like this question! okie, first of all~ at one point in hw, everyone thinks zelda is missing. at the same time, this mysterious warrior named sheik shows up. and i like to think that mask joins the war during all this hubbub, and while captain is explaining to him that zelda is missing, mask is just thinking, "uh?? she's right?? there?? they don't know??"

and then he just keeps the truth to himself, for laughs.

onto their relationship~ as queen, zelda is under tons of stress during the war. she solely focuses on her duties and can't spare much time to bond with the other warriors. she's kind to mask but they don't interact much, except when she's in disguise as sheik. that's when she's able to let go of the pressure of being queen and feels more comfortable relaxing. she’s kind and gentle with mask and likes to play the harp for him. they just chill together~

but mask sometimes has a hard time being around sheik. on his first adventure, he was alone with navi, and sheik was the only other person who was consistently around and trying to help. but of course sheik would show up sporadically and then disappear. mask was always so happy to see sheik because friend! but simultaneously hurt that sheik refused to stick around and actually be his friend. mask was so lonely on his first adventure. :(

so seeing sheik again, albeit a different sheik, brings up a lot of feelings and bad memories for poor little mask. but he likes this zelda/sheik, so he tries to work past that and take the opportunity to make a new friend.

mask has a lot of respect for zelda, so he is somewhat reserved and well-behaved around her (and thus around sheik, too). theirs is a calm and soft relationship.

#thank you anon!#lu #mask #anthem answers

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 3 years

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Weak sauce, give us SEXY lesbabes, coward

You want sexy lesbians??? Aight let's fucking go.

"Thanks so much for this, Urbosa."

"Of course Impa. The boy has been taking his fair share of vacations, it's about time you have a turn."

Impa was finally able to take a small break from everything, and what better place to relax, than a place full of pretty women? Not to mention the hot sun, and plenty of cold drinks. She took a sip of her noble pursuit, relishing in just how refreshing it was.

"I just, don't like taking too much time away from the princess. But she said I was too stressed out, so she sent me out here. Not that I WOULDN'T want to spend time with you, lady Urbosa."

"No need for formalities, Impa. You’re a guest here. One so close to Zelda, yet one I realized I don’t know very well. I know only the things everyone else knows.”

Impa watched her as she plucked a wild berry from one of the plates. She was very generous with the food she provided, and they both seemed unable to control their appetites.

“That everyone else knows? Like what?”

“That you’re young, that you function well with a kodachi, and of course the obvious one.”

“Obvious one?”

“That you like Zelda. A little more than most.”

Impa opened her mouth to protest, but her raised brow let her know that it was pointless. She sighed, hiding her blushing face in her hand.

“Okay, yeah. I do like her. A lot. Am I THAT obvious?”

“To everyone but Daruk. Told him last night, he didn’t believe me at first. He was also the last one to know about Mipha’s feelings for Link.”

“Seriously?”

“I know, that’s what I thought. Regardless, you have no reason to be ashamed. Zelda is a lovely young lady, and knights falling for the princess is a tale as old as time. If anything, I saw it coming a mile away.”

Impa wanted to just leave. She would have honestly, had Urbosa not wrapped an arm around her in clear comfort. Impa looked up at her smiling face, and Impa understood that Zelda trusted her so much. So kind, so understanding. Impa sighed.

“So it’s not...BAD that I like her as much as I do?”

“Not at all, little one. I think your only problem is you, if I can be frank with you.”

Impa folded her arms across her chest in thought, before she pulled one hand away, using it to wag her finger at some imaginary being in front of her.

“I just don’t see how she can like ME like that! I understand why she’d like Link, but I’m not HIM! I’m me! Link would know what to do here, I don’t.”

Urbosa chuckled, lightly patting the top of her head.

“You just struggle with your feelings. You’re so nervous around girls, I can tell.”

“Not ALL girls! Just...the really pretty ones.”

Impa found herself shrinking into her side as one of the many servants came in to fetch one of the plates. Urbosa shook her head as she saw Impa looking. The plight of the lesbians, she understood it perfectly.

“I understand, Impa. You know, I was a lot like you at your age. Only difference was, I never stood a chance. Don’t tell Zelda this, but...I used to be with her mother.”

Impa looked at her in shock, and she could only smile. The reaction was fairly appropriate.

“You were with the QUEEN?!”

“For a short period of time, yes. In fact, we planned on running away together upon hearing of her arranged marriage to King Rhoam. Then...something happened. She actually fell in love with him. He’s as stern as an oak now, but back in the day, he was quite the charmer.”

Impa was quiet for a moment, clearly interested in the story.

“How did you agree to be allies with his majesty after this?”

“I almost didn’t. I was about to start a war over her hand. But then she asked me to instead, stay by her side. No longer as her lover, but as her best friend. I almost didn’t accept it. But love is funny like that, so I vowed I would be there for her. Then, I vowed to be there for Zelda. So...here we are. I still love her, deep in my heart. So when I say I understand what you’re going through, I mean that.”

Impa sat there in thought, letting Urbosa take more nibbles of her fruit, before her eyes were back at the tempest.

“How...did you two even happen?”

“Funny story. I was TERRIBLY shy around her when we first met. Then my friends dared me to kiss her. I was so full of pride back then, I never refused a challenge, so that’s what I did. I kissed her. It went downhill from there. Who knows, maybe that’ll work for you and Zelda, eh?”

She nudged the little lady at her side, which made Impa blush something fierce.

“I...I’ve never kissed ANYONE before, honestly. I feel like If I tried, I’d just make things weird.”

“I could show you.”

Impa froze. No way did she just hear what she thought she heard. Their eyes met, and Impa chuckled. Clearly she was misunderstanding.

“I’m SO sorry, Urbosa, for a second there I thought you suggested you teach me how to kiss-”

“I did suggest this. You want to practice, I have a lot of experience. If you aren’t interested, that is fine. But Zelda having her first kiss is a good one...well, I’m sure that’s something you want.”

Impa opened her mouth to tell her how crazy that idea was, when Urbosa leaned down to hold her chin, lifting it up as she bent down a bit.

“You miss every shot you don’t take, Impa. I will not force you, but I fail to see why this isn’t a good idea.”

Impa thought about it. No one would know. It’d be just them. It’d be good practice for her. Not to mention...well. Who could say they kissed THE Urbosa? Arguably one of the hottest ladies out there? She dwelled on it, before meekly nodding.

“I...okay. So long as you’re patient with me, I guess.”

“I can assure you, I am a very patient teacher. Now, why don’t you go first, let me see what I’m working with?”

Impa leaned in, which was apparently funny, given how she covered her lips behind her hand. She felt her own face turn beet red.

“What?”

“You’re too tense, and you’re keeping your eyes open. Relax those shoulders, close your eyes. It’s not a fight, it’s a kiss.”

Impa took a deep breath, before nodding. There was not a thing to be scared of here. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and leaned in. Urbosa leaned in at the same time, and Impa tried not to freak out. She was sitting right here, kissing Urbosa, right on her lips! The tempest pulled away after a moment, nodding in thought.

“Not bad, but you surely need more practice. Let me show you how I kiss.”

Urbosa leaned in again, pressing her lips against hers. It was a kiss, just like before, only...way different. Urbosa’s lips were so firm, while simultaneously being so soft. Urbosa even placed her hand right at her stomach, pushing her flat onto one of the pillows she had thrown around. She held her down, all while she continued to kiss her, softly groaning into her mouth. Urbosa pulled away after a moment, carefully wiping her smudged blue lipstick as she looked down at Impa.

“Elements of surprise really make a kiss more memorable. I take it you won’t forget this one, and not just because it’s your first.”

Impa gave a light shake of her head, with the room spinning a little bit. What a kiss. Urbosa leaned down a bit, with her nose poking Impa’s.

“Now, your turn. Do it again, but add a little something to it. Go on, surprise me.”

Impa nodded, leaning her head up a bit in order to press her lips against Urbosa’s. She put a little more ‘oomph’ into the kiss this time around, even getting bold enough to stick her tongue into her mouth. The feel of someone’s tongue was something else. So wet, so warm, it made butterflies in her stomach. Urbosa pulled away with a chuckle, sensing that the little one needed to breathe. Impa cleared her throat, smearing blue lipstick that had spread over her mouth.

“So...surprised?”

“It wasn’t bad at all, honestly. It helps that you’re such a pretty girl.”

Impa could squeal. Helpless lesbian she was, the idea of a big, strong lady calling her ‘pretty girl’ made her just weak. She shook a bit as Urbosa’s finger trailed from her lips, down to her chest.

“If you’d like, I can show you other tricks aside from kissing. Not that there’s any pressure on my end.”

Impa looked around, unsure. This wasn’t weird though, right? Couldn’t be. She nodded, a bit more eagerly than she intended to. Urbosa chuckled, and got to work. Sheikah clothes were a bit conservative, with quite the amount of layers. It took her a good minute to get Impa in just her underwear and bra. Urbosa clicked her tongue.

“I understand it’s the clothes of your people, but you dress so modestly. It’s such a shame. You have such an adorable frame.”

Urbosa’s lips trailed from her cheek, to her neck, stopping just short of her chest. She was about to pull it away, when Impa held a finger up. Her cheeks were on fire, and her amber eyes were defiant.

“Hey, YOU’RE still dressed! That’s not fair!”

Urbosa blinked in surprise, before throwing her head back in laughter. Fiery little thing. She sat up, straddling the girl at this point.

“Alright, fair point, little sheikah.”

She reached behind her, undoing her chest armor, and her bra she often wore right under that. She wasn’t surprised when Impa stared at her well endowed chest, clearly having a gay panic. To taunt the poor thing further, she stood up, peeling away her skirt, tossing her black panties right at her chest, and showing her red pubic hair. Minus her heels, she was pretty much fully nude now.

“Happy?”

“I...uh...I…”

Impa was at a loss for words. Surprise surprise. Urbosa let her get a good look, before she knelt down, and pulled away her bra. She chuckled, honestly swooning over her cute little body.

"Oh you are precious. Such a lithe little frame, and such a cute chest."

Her chest was nowhere near her size, but rather, on the small end. Not that Urbosa minded, a chest was a chest. Though Impa didn't seem to agree, given how she covered her chest in clear embarrassment.

"I-i get it, okay? I'm kinda...small, especially compared to you and-"

She was silenced by Urbosa’s finger yet again.

“Don’t put yourself down now, Impa. Women like confidence. You have a lovely body, I daresay our little princess would be fond of it. If you’d just open up a bit.”

Urbosa was careful as she held her hands, slowly pulling them away from her body. Her actions were bold, but oh so delicate, and poor Impa didn’t stand a chance in hell. She got so nervous, but she made no marks to stop her. This was all advice given to her by a stunning woman? Who was she to refuse? Any doubt in her mind was erased the second her tongue grazed over one of her breasts. That actually happened. Her body froze in surprise, but Urbosa wouldn’t let her process it; kissing and suckling at her breast with one hand, with her other hand holding her body oh so close to her.

“That’s...new. Definitely new. But I don’t think the p-princess would let me do that.”

Urbosa kept at it for a moment, smearing more or her lipstick on her body as she suckled on her, letting her talented tongue graze across her perky little nipples. By the time she decided to take a break, Impa was laying there, a shaking, trembling mess.

“And why not? I have yet to find a woman who doesn’t like this, provided they know what they’re doing. Not to mention your nipples are SO eager, it’s rather cute. Why don’t you practice a bit on me?”

Urbosa sat back up, before laying back amongst her pillows. Impa somehow made herself sit up to get a good look at her. A huge set of breasts, nice wide hips, and a pussy that looked good enough to eat. She gulped, before nodding to herself. For the princess. She crawled up to her, cupping them both in her hands.

“Geez, I didn’t know they could GET this big. Really surprised the armor holds it all.”

“I’m no bigger than most Gerudo women, actually. I do however, taste better.”

She put her hand behind Impa’s head, and pulled, forcing her face into her chest. Impa took the hint, and helped herself. She massaged at her chest, slowly and deeply, while her mouth nibbled and suckled at her tits, occasionally tugging on the nipples with her soft, soft mouth. Then Urbosa moaned. It was as sensual as a moan could get; loud, with her head tossed back in pleasure. She chuckled as her eyes met with Impa’s.

“Mmmm...you aren’t half bad. But then again, it’s been a while since I’ve had a cute little vai in my arms. You’re so pretty, sucking on me like that. You like this, don’t you? Like how you feel smothered by them?”

She pressed her chest together, stuffing Impa’s face full of prime Gerudo boob. And holy shit, did it make her twitch. Urbosa chuckled, moving her chest back and forth for a moment, before finally letting the poor girl breathe. Impa was full on panting now, eagerly suckling on her breasts in a means to please the incredible woman in her arms. Urbosa was giving her just that, letting Impa have free reign while she rubbed at her wet pussy in fast, small circles.

“Oh that’s it little vai...suck on me, make me feel SO nice and wet.”

Impa was ashamed that she could feel herself dripping on the floor, but at the moment, she didn’t care. She just knew Urbosa looked so lovely, writhing and moaning and pleasuring herself. It came to a halt when Urbosa pushed her head away, Impa caught with her tongue out.

“You really like tasting. Try this.”

She stuck her wet fingers right into Impa’s mouth, and she didn’t refuse them. She was sitting here, with Urbosa’s pussy juices being shoved into her mouth. And it tasted SO good. She held onto her hand, slurping and sucking the fingers, in a desperate attempt to get more. She laughed, letting her have her moment.

“You like how I taste, don’t you?”

“Yes, Lady Urbosa. You’re so good, and so rich...it’s better than any dessert I’ve ever had.”

“Well then. Why don’t I treat you?”

She pulled her fingers away, and Impa mourned the loss. That is, until Urbosa parted her stunning legs, lightly biting her nail as she looked at Impa oh so alluringly.

“Devour me, little sheikah girl. Make the great Urbosa cum in her own home.”

“Yes, Lady Urbosa.”

Impa practically dove right in, shoving her face right into her, with a monster grip to her big, meaty thighs.

“Oh! EAGER little fox!”

Urbosa laughed, wrapping her legs around her head, keeping her nestled right where she was. Impa didn’t know if she was doing it right, but that didn’t keep her from enjoying the rich, sweet juices she was pouring down her throat.

“Oh that’s it….ooh you’re SO thirsty for a drink. This IS the first time you’ve tasted a woman. Wait till you make me cum. It’s so sweet, it’ll flood your pretty mouth, and you’ll only want more.”

Impa believed her. It was so delicious, suckling at the folds that hung out of her, watching Urbosa grope and pinch at her own chest in an attempt to make her cum faster. Impa had no idea sex was like this. Full of discovery and interest. She pulled away for air, for but a brief moment, shaking as if she was exhausted.

“PLEASE give me a taste, Urbosa! I NEED to know how a woman tastes when she cums! Please please please!”

Impa did her part, diving right back in. It smelled...different than how she imagined. It didn’t smell like roses or candy, but smelled musky, lewd. And she loved it. Impa loved how it tasted NOTHING like she had thought they would. It was so much better, knowing the truth. Even the sounds were better. Cute moans were nice, but Urbosa was LOUD, hungry to chase her orgasm.

“I’m SO close, I’m SO close, just keep DEVOURING me!!”

Her moans were passionate, so full of emotion, it was breathtaking. But not as breathtaking as when she dug her nails into her hair, forced her nose into her pubic hair, and came. She cried out as she did so, and Impa was stunned. So much hot fluid spilled into her mouth, feeling hot as it trickled down her throat. Women...tasted SO good when they came. Urbosa swore a bit in relief, letting Impa’s soaked face finally be free. Impa sat there, panting, cum covering her face, before she spoke.

“That...was incredible. Women taste so...so good.”

Impa dove in for another kiss, which Urbosa accepted, simultaneously digging her nails into her ass. Impa moaned loudly, FAR louder than she had to anything else, and that made Urbosa chuckle.

“Hmmm...something to explore later. For now, let’s focus on something other than eating, you’re already pretty good at that, even by eagerness alone.”

Urbosa laid on her side, pulling Impa right up to her. Urbosa kissed her cheek, before she hiked one of her legs over hers.

“U-urbosa-”

Urbosa’s fingers slowly rubbed her soaked little pussy in small, slow circles. All while her other hand was cupping at her small, soft breast. She chuckled into her cute little ear, loving how it shook her whole body.

“Pay close attention to how this feels, Impa. First, we rub the outside, nice and slowly. You treat your woman like art. With tenderness, passion...a bit of awe, even.”

Impa couldn’t say anything as Urbosa trailed kisses up her neck, all while oh she oh so slowly rubbed at her outside. So slowly and tenderly, smearing her own pussy juices across her own pubic hair.

“Take this time to sweet talk her. Tell her something you like. For example, I like how you’ve never shaved. It’s the right amount of cute little hair down here, and it’s oh so precious. See? You whimpered at that.”

Impa was hiding her face in her hand, trying not to moan like crazy. The way she held her legs open, the way her hands massaged her in a way her own hands never did, even the way she whispered in her ear.

“I didn’t...know I’m supposed to shave.”

“You don’t have to, most do however. It just really shows that you have so little experience. It’s SO cute, you’re lucky I didn’t bring my guards in here, they’d eat you up.”

She even nipped at her neck, as if that’d prove her point further. Impa put her hand over Urbosa’s, trying to get a feel for that slow rhythm she was setting.

“C...can you put it in yet?”

“Mmmm...not just yet, little fox. Unless you’d ask nicely, then I suppose I could speed things up.”

Impa had so much pride inside of her, it was so difficult to swallow it all, but she made herself do just that.

“Please Urbosa...I want to know how to do this properly, for her. I want her to feel like this. Please, don’t make me suffer by not letting me feel you.”

“Oh how am I supposed to say no to that?”

Urbosa chuckled. Kissing her forehead, she finally pushed a finger in. Not too quickly, not too toughly. Just enough to get that breath of hers hitching, and her body shaking. Urbosa still kept it nice and slow, merely teasing her already soaked insides. Impa was already so ready to cum, it was just the cutest thing. Urbosa kissed her neck again, watching her shake even further.

“There we go. See how slowly I’m going? See how I’m looking for that nice, steady pace? I’m looking for something. Something very-”

She swore she saw that shiver travel up her spine. There it was. Her cute G-spot. She kissed at her nose, before keeping their foreheads pressed together.

“Pay attention. Because once you master this, I doubt any woman could keep their hands off of you.”

Once she slipped another finger inside, she began her attack. Normally she wouldn’t do this to such a newbie, but she couldn’t help it. Her pussy was so eager to learn, her body was lithe and soft, and her voice. Oh her voice. Her cries of ecstasy as she fingered her cute little pussy so quickly was enough to make a heart melt. Impa kept crying out in pleasure, squirming as she felt herself quickly being shoved right off the edge. The lewd sounds of her wet pussy only made this more tasty to the Gerudo woman.

“U-urbosa! Oh my GOD URBOSA!!”

“Look at me in my eyes. That’s it, good girl. You’re going to cum, and it’s going to feel so good. Remember it, so SHE can feel good. This is for Zelda. So when you cum, cry for her, understand?”

“Yes! Yes yes YES!-”

Poor thing was near tears. Urbosa could see her eyes get misty in lust, and with a rather adorable squeal, she came, crying out the princess’s name as she slipped into pleasure, the likes of which she had never seen. It was so much, she just sat there, limp like a fish, gasping for air. Urbosa chuckled, slowly pulling her fingers out and taking a long, good lick of them. Ah, the cum of a lovely little virgin. Such a treat.

“Now, if you do all of that, little fox, suffice to say, she’ll be putty in your hands. Assuming you’ll be alright after this?”

Impa, though trembling, gave her a thumbs up.

“H..holy shit...I...i really like girls.”

#asks #impa #urbosa #lemon #imagine losing your virginity to an absolute mommy #impa has never been MORE sure that she was lesbian after this tbh #and 'little fox' feels like her because she has just such pretty eyes #pretty lil face perfect for carrying those monster gazangas

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zeldaelmo · 3 years

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Thank you, @itcantbe!

Honestly, this AU only exists as an excuse for me to write about my passion about baking bread. 😆

I wrote the ideas of that AU under the cut if anyone is interested.

So, we have Link who owns a small bakery. Zelda is a regular costumer - she buys breakfast in the morning, but occasionally she would show up in the afternoon to buy some sweet things or bread.

As usually, Zelda’s family is high society and she suffers from the pressure of being the perfect daughter, etc. Her answer to this? Pretending a lot of skills she actually doesn’t have. The list is long: From evening gowns she has commissioned instead of sewing them herself over Christmas gifts she has bought in this tiny crafting store instead of making them herself to a translation of the old family history tome that a friend did for her in exchange for a term paper.

Recently, she has gotten herself into trouble because she was tasked to bring the bread for a family party. Unfortunately for her, her little lies only cause her family to expect even more perfectness. So, when her father patted her shoulder and praised her for her talent in bakery... she... didn’t admit that she has bought it. Her father asks her to bake the bread for Christmas (not sure about that, occasion might change), and that’s no problem, the cute bakery with the little baker (no, the other way around! The little bakery with the cute baker!) is just around the corner of her apartment. But... oh, no! She will stay a few days with her family, the bread won’t stay fresh. So, she actually has to learn baking if she doesn’t want to blow everything up.

One day, she enters the bakery, shoves a printout of a bread recipe in Link’s direction and tells him, that there’s something wrong with his recipe because it didn’t turn out as the one she bought. Link takes one look and laughs his ass off.

“I don’t know what this is, but it’s surely not my craft. You can’t bake bread with baking soda. That’s a cake. Or whatever. No bread.”

“Give me yours then? Please. I... it’s kind of an emergency.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t give out my recipes. Kind of professional secrets.” No fluttering lashes would change that. Not even the slight blush on her cheeks that makes her even cuter. But now that she is finally talking to him... he can’t pass up that chance. “I can create one for you, if you tell me what you need. As...as a gift for a regular.” He turns to the display, forms a tag with his fingers, and chuckles. “I could write ‘the baguette created for the pretty blonde who is the highlight of my workday’.”

Her blush deepens two shades.

“Zelda.” She states, voice a little rough. “The... the other line is too long for the tag.”

So, he does as promised, she tries another time, comes back and slams a piece of coal on his counter, claiming that she has done everything as written in the recipe. This clearly doesn’t work out, so they agree that he shows her how to do it. They spend a few afternoons in his bakery where Zelda tries to manage a presentable bread, but she fails miserably. A lot of flirting happens. Her parents call to ensure that she remembers her promise... so, there’s only one solution. Link has to come with her. As her fake boyfriend. (I have to figure out why she doesn’t ask him out for real, but for now we just pretend that there is a ‘good’ reason for that.)

Everything works out, they spend some awkward, flirty days with her family. That is, until Link overhears a conversation between Impa and Purah, two of Zelda's cousins.

“Did you see his dreamy eyes when she kissed his cheek?”

“Jep. He has it bad. Poor thing.”

“I don’t get it. Why won’t she just admit that she does’t know how to do all these things? Why breaking heart after heart for poems or bread?”

“Oh, yes, the poor poet. He really believed she would go head over heels for her when he writes her sweet lyrics.”

Link knows that he is just a fake boyfriend, that was the deal after all. But he didn’t know that fake dating is her hobby. That he is one of several fake boyfriends she has dragged here over the years. That they all know that they are only pretending.

How humiliating that he hoped they would eventually get somewhere! He is just a tool, like the others. But... the chemistry between them in his bakery, it was there or did she fake that, too?

Meanwhile, Zelda in the living room with her parents: “Of course, I can bake fruitcake for dessert.”

Uh-oh. I’ll leave you here, can’t spoil everything.

Well, thanks for the comment, itcantbe. I guess now it is fleshed out. 😂

#zelink #zeldaelmo writes

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jastertown · 2 years

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2021 fic review

(Tagged by @its-captain-sir >:) )

total number of completed works: uhhh i have No idea? 3?? my docs are a bit. unorganized.

Total word count: somewhere in the ballpark of 30,000, I think!

Fandoms I've written in: star wars, fire emblem, legends of zelda! Hollow Knight and Sky sorta, but nothing major.

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this yes, less, or about what you'd expected?: about what I expected, I suppose! I was planning to keep chipping at a longfic, but recently I've taken a hiatus/break on Writing. Never fear, I'll be Back eventually >:)

What's your own favorite story of the year?: hard to say! I feel like it's not very fair to say things I've not posted, even moreso things I haven't finished.... but I did in fact enjoy working on the Concept of some delta squad stuff. Love them.

Did you take any writing risks this year?: Not By Birth, as a canon-divergent starwar fic it's new territory! i've had fun tho.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals this year?: I'd actually like to crack into some original fiction at some point, though the story concepts are incredibly bare-bones right now. I also want to work more on NBB, and perhaps put some new Fire Emblem work out, alongside Zelda and Hollow Knight.

Most popular story of the year?: also. not by birth. by elimination because I don't think I've posted anything else online al;ksjf

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: not written in 2021 but I'm very proud of my FE fics 'While They Sleep' (x) and 'Conduit!' (x) If you like Archanea fire emblem go read them <3

Most fun story to write: hmmm I've got a very absurd ship fic that is Incredibly fun to work on. old men in love who bond over their adopted children! (also a Zelda story that I share with my friend @/yureimori, we've been working together on it for quite some time now)

Most unintentionally telling story: I feel like I don't Post a lot of the stuff that's really telling, tbh! Certainly nothing from this year because that was all just Not By Birth. Perhaps other people could point it out, but I have no idea </3

Biggest disappointment: uh all the semi-abandoned wips (pensive emoji)

Biggest surprise: old man ship fic. I,,, did not expect to get sucked back into what started as a joke. I'll inflict it upon you all someday.

Favorite part of fandom this year: sharing ideas and concepts with friends! Love interacting with people and giving + getting feedback on creative ideas.

Tagging (no pressure): uhh @ragecndybars >:) not sure who else I know wrote a lot this year, so if you wanna do this consider this a tag from me!

#towny talks #long post #q&a games

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spidermilkshake · 3 years

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“Link’s Bad Horsemanship”

XD This is half critique of the development of... er, pretty much all of the Legend of Zelda series featuring horse-riding, and half a goof. It's very very apparent that people working in Nintendo on various horse-riding animations, the riding game mechanics, and how the horses get used or behave in-game in general... are either blatantly bad equestrians, or not equestrians at all, and are getting their visual references and information from such sources as cheesy old Western movies (which featured outright horse abuse very often, usually in ways that were and remain kind of normalized) and the jockey club, which makes money off of callously abusive horse-keeping practices. So it's either ignorance out of thinking they're doing it right, or ignorance outright! And, since the majority of people have never worked with horses at all or know their physical limitations or history of abusive practices--generally people playing the games will not at all notice how hilariously bad some of the horsemanship turns out in the games. XD

But, having researched horses and proper horsemanship, and knowing what constitutes animal abuse... WOW does this series have a lot of Fridge Horror for an equestrian. By far, Majora's Mask is the most outright abusive in its treatment of horse, and probably completely by accident, simply by having Link ride Epona when she's a developing filly, which is absolutely going to either ruin her spine and halve her lifespan, or cause her to have fucked-up knees and much more easily slip and break her legs. You never ride a horse under a minimum of 2.5 years old for these reasons, and never ride a horse if you weight any more than 20% of their body weight (or under 20% including the combined weight of your saddle and tack). MM, when I was researching how the horsemanship is shown in each game, was the only game that made me reflexively gasp and cringe at how bad it was! I mean, I know MM is supposed to be darker, but GEEZ, maybe accidentally including the fact that Link is slowly and unknowingly killing his horse isn't the way, guys. <_<; Breath of the Wild actually comes in second place, purely for it's accidentally horrible "horse-taming" mechanic (which is definitely NOT how you actually tame a wild horse, it's how you intimidate and exhaust one into submission and give it mental trauma and also possibly get yourself killed). Also the fact that, because of increased graphical fidelity, there is now no question that Hyrule ubiquitously uses the nastiness that is the bit in riding, which are tools designed specifically to cause at least discomfort inside a horse's mouth to make them obey (and most types also coerce the horse through pain, and when too much pressure is applied have a very high risk of actually damaging a horse's teeth and gums, and even panicking a horse out of pain and fear and causing them to throw you, trip, or even over-rear and flip themselves over). Thankfully, they have done away with the idea that you smack a horse to get it to go faster for the most part minus the implication of a crop being used in the icons measuring the horse's stamina (though there's still the stupid whipping the reins thing in Link's animation, which is still a tooth-dryer when you realize the pressure of those reins are connected to the metal stuck in his steed's mouth... that's got to be awful for the horse when that leather slaps around wildly). Also, a more minor thing, most of the decorative tack for the horses, especially Epona's fancy breastpiece thing, are, uh, apparently not padded and have thin straps and big metal buckles up on her sensitive hide... That's going to chafe in about ten minutes of riding. There is a reason girth straps and saddles have saddlepads and girth padding secured under them! Twilight Princess is eh... it's not great. It's the only game besides BoTW with bits, and the only one which shows Ganondorf doing bad horsemanship things (which appears to have been done in total ignorance for the purposes of making the scene look "cool", which always turns out making the scene hilariously bad for anyone watching who knows horse body language). Most of the bad parts of TP are more implications than outright confirmed mechanics or just obvious. There's the implication that spurs are used on the horses in the speeding-up mechanic (spurs are yet another rather questionable equestrian tool. They are sharp things attacked to the rider's heels which jab the horse's sensitive flank. They absolutely have the potential to wound horses, even when used "lightly". Some types of spurs look damn psychotic, but they're all pretty harsh things to push or hit an animal with). There's still the issue of lacking padding under most of the tack. There's also the very alarming implication that Link overworks or mistreats Epona by pushing her hard to do dangerous things, as shown in dialogue with Ilia if you show up and Epona has taken any damage. It's... iffy, but it's not as bad and the aforementioned two. Overall, Ocarina of Time actually has the best horsemanship. It's still not perfect--and it's mostly down to how Link is shown interacting with Epona when he's grown. XD Oops. Now, the good point of equestrianism shown in OoT is that Epona and Link (and Malon's) relationship is shown to be founded on trust. It's a little gamified due to the whole "magic song" thing, but the fact that the horse wants to be near you because the horse chose to and likes you is so significant when all the other games either show you already having a captive Epona or having you physically force horses to tolerate you before any actual "bonding" (i.e. lovebombing with treats) happens (ick). Also, this is the game which shows Link doing a bunch of things wrong but yet shows Ganondorf being actually very skilled and not forceful when it comes to horsemanship. XD Another oops. You wouldn't believe how many minutes were wasted rewinding that cutscene to confirm that yes, Ganon is managing his reins properly with soft hands, yes, Ganon is able to compensate for surprise rearing without harming his horse and helping rebalance the horse instead, yes, Ganon is using extensive padding and protective gear for his horse and riding expertly enough that he's preserving the horse's back health... and Link is not. XD It's like... in trying to make him all tall and scary, and Link all plucky and active, they accidentally made the "bad guy" do big good and the "good guy" do big doofus. >u<; And now, there is horse abuse present in-universe, but it's presented as such. I won't have any issue with that because it's on the part of Ingo, and it's supposed to make you know it's bad. Ingo uses a crop to whip the horse he rides in races, which, I mean, I shouldn't have to tell anyone that taking a stick with a leather strap on it and whacking a captive animal with it to make it do something is baaaaad. My only problem of OoT is regarding hitting horses being normalized, and this lies with Link.. because for some dumb reason, whoever animated Link riding Epona decided that whenever he makes Epona speed up, he should look like he's open-hand slapping Epona on the haunch, or at least threatening to hit her. This is equally as bad as what Ingo's doing. You don't hit horses, and you don't threaten to hit them to make them too scared to defy you. They feel pain (horses actually have thinner skin and about three to four times the nerve endings in the skin as humans!). It's wrong, and from a pragmatic perspective you don't do it anyway. Eventually even the calmest, most timid horse will reach a breaking point, and enough abuse will cause them to either flip you off and run you over from fear, or just outright bite and kick the shit out of you in self-defense. It's big no. So here's Ganondorf, apparently Best Equestrian in the Series, just... giving Link the gears about his horsemanship skills. Throwing all the shade in the land of Hyrule. XD Poor Link--he's mostly just ignorant and gotten used to the wrong things (and who knows, maybe he did just ape on Ingo and learn wrongly) and he's just... havin' a hard time relearning how to ride. At least Epona likes him enough that she'll let him start to know better. At least in OoT, he hasn't got as far to go!

#zelda critical #legend of zelda #ocarina of time #link #epona #ganondorf #horsemanship #bad horsemanship #bad equestrian #oops #nintendo did poor research or no research #let's rag on it #comic #digital media #poor link come on you can do better #long post #game critique #tw animal abuse mention

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #440

from a day or two ago.

Do you drink a lot of soda? I definitely do. :/ I'd lose weight so much easier if I could drop the habit. Are tomatoes the best food in the world? I don't like tomatoes unless they're very fresh and on a mayo and bacon sandwich. Have you seen The Blindside? I actually haven't. Do you have a favorite local pizza place? Not really. There's a place I like that isn't huge, but I don't have like, a serious passion for or loyalty to it. Would you date someone 10+ years older than you? Meh, I think ten years is my cut-off. Are you due for a haircut? For sure. >_< Are you dealing with any health-related problems right now? Yeah. Even with my APAP mask, because I apparently move it too much in my sleep, I'm struggling with my sleep apnea nightmares/terrors. Do your parents like the music you listen to? Most of it. Do your parents approve of your beliefs? Not all of them, no. How many different digital cameras have you owned in your life? How about cell phones? Cell phones, idk. I've had two "pro" cameras. Do you typically do your make up the same each time? Or do you like to change it up often? It's pretty much always the same. Who is the last person you were in a room with just the two of you? What were you doing? Mom. We worked together on my room. What do you usually order at Subway? Turkey, bacon, American cheese, pickles, banana peppers, and chipotle on I want to say Italian bread. How long is your mother’s hair? It's hard to say, because it's all poofy now versus wavy like before it had to be shaved off. Don't repeat it to her ever, but she has, uh... "old lady hair" now, ha ha. What is your favourite car brand? I don’t care. Whose chore is it to clean the bathrooms in your house? My mom does it. Pick your three favourite fruits. Strawberries, kiwi, and uhhh... apples. Or pineapple. Have you ever played Cards Against Humanity? Yeah. We used to play that a lot at Colleen's house on nights we had some drinks. Who were the last friends you went to hang out with? Oh jeez, idk. I haven't hung out with a friend in a long time. How many chairs are in the room you’re currently in? Zero. I'm in my bedroom. Are you bored right now? I'm bored almost every waking hour of my days. Have you ever seen a pelican in real life? I'm actually not sure. What’s important about April? My younger sister's birthday is in April. Is there anyone who hates you? Jason probably does. Would you consider adoption? Not for me personally. What’s the largest animal you’ve ever had as a pet? Our late boxer mix. Do you own any kind of helmet? No. Do you ever put fruit on your cereal? Noooo. How do you usually celebrate your favorite holiday? My younger sister comes over here and we open our presents with Mom, who also cooks a nice breakfast. We then go to my older sister's house for the day to watch the kids open presents from their extended family. I say "extended" because the kids obviously aren't going to wait for us to get there to open the majority of their gifts from their parents, ha ha. What’s a few facts about the last person that talked to you? She's from New York, has five kids, has survived cancer (one almost advanced to a fatal level) twice, she loves owls, and recently graduated with her bachelor's in social work (it's never too late, people). What would happen if you had a baby with the last person you kissed? We're both cisgender females. Where is the biggest scar on your body? It's probably where I had a cyst removal, which is in a spot I can't see. Would you date someone who was addicted to drugs? Absolutely not. I am NOT getting involved in that. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you? I'd go to the gym sooner. Have you ever kissed anyone with a tattoo? Hmmm... I think Tyler actually may have had a The Legend of Zelda tattoo? I can't really remember. If not him, then no. Have you ever kissed someone you weren’t dating? No, but I've been kissed by someone I wasn't dating. Do you know anyone who drinks a lot? Yes. What were you afraid of the most when you were a kid? Being separated from/losing my mom. Do you like to make the first move? No. When was the last time you completely broke down? A few weeks ago when I was having a PTSD episode. Are you listening to any music? No; I'm watching Gab play Final Fantasy X. Is your hair long enough to put in a ponytail? No. Has someone ever told you they want to spend the rest of their life with you? Hm, it's funny, I don't see him anymore. Have you ever peed in the woods? No. Have you ever played Twister? Yeah, I liked playing it as a kid. Are you looking for a boyfriend//girlfriend? Not actively, no. I really don't need one right now. Out of all of your friends who have you gotten in the worst fight with? Of all friends I've EVER had, probably Colleen. Of the friends I still have, maybe Sara. What is the last microwaveable meal you had? I've been on a SERIOUS grilled chicken pesto kick lately. Mom buys these small Healthy Choice (or some brand like that) bowls that you put in the microwave and then pour the noodles and chicken into the sauce after and mix, and oh my GOOOOOOOOOOOD it is so good. What would you consider a talent of yours? Assuming the worst out of every imaginable situation. If Hogwarts was a real place and you were able to attend, what class do you think you’d excel at? According to those little quizzes I've taken, I lean mostly towards Hufflepuff, but with Gryffindor traits as well. Would you rather learn more about space or more about the ocean? Well, ideally, space, but I think learning much more about our ocean would be more beneficial to our planet and our prosperity on Earth. Do you have a mental illness? If yes, how have you learned to cope with it? If no, do you ever suspect you may have one? I have a lot. My bipolarity, OCD, and PTSD are *mostly* under control, but I most certainly still have trouble sometimes. My anxiety and AvPD are still rabid fucking hounds. My depression was well-managed not even that long ago, but life circumstances have it so it's been more aggressive than what was usual. Do you have a favorite character from The Avengers? I dunno, I like Loki ig. Thor is cool, too. It's been WAY too long since I've seen that movie. What type of cake would you like right now? Double chocolate cake sounds great rn. @_@ What was your dream job when you were a child? Are you going after that dream or not? Why? Paleontologist, and no, because I don't want to travel for work, and I could also never handle the heat during site excavations. Even though it may not work all the time, what usually helps make you feel better when you’re upset or down? Watching one of my comfort series on YouTube from channels I enjoy. Why do you personally take surveys? It's a method to just get all these thoughts out of my head and to vent when I need to without actually directly burdening someone with my problems. No one has to read 'em. It's purely for my benefit, and also to pass the time, which I have too much of. Are there any words that you can’t stand? Derogatory terms for certain groups of people. What are words that you love? Words like "serendipity," "bliss," joyous, bubbly words. I'm blanking on actual terms. If you had an endless supply of money for clothing only, what would you load your closet with? Ohhhh, lots of shit with studs and spikes. :') I've wanted a studded leather jacket since I was in middle school. Have never gotten one because of how pricey they are. :( I'd also get some KILLER boots and just obtain a more gothic wardrobe. I'd love corsets too if my body ever shrinks back to a point I'd be comfortable wearing well-made ones. What is your favorite type of cookie? Chocolate chip. What is your favorite type of candy? Strawberry Sour Punch Straws. What color would you like to paint your nails next? I don't paint my nails. Realistically, they probably won't be 'til my entirely hypothetical wedding, in which case they'll probably be black. What do you think is creepy that society accepts as normal? Urinals, alsdkfja;klwejr. Like I get men's bathrooms give the option of using a stall, but still... side-by-side urinals are so weird and a breach of privacy to me. What is the silliest secret about yourself that you sometimes feel the need to hide? That I enjoy forum RP. I tell NOBODY because I fear being judged and found as weird. Like seriously, in my "real" life, maybe two people know. What do you think is a good date other than dinner and a movie? I want a picnic date really bad kalj;dkl;jwe. Do you dread certain days of the week? If yes, what day/s and why? No. They're all very similar. Do you ever give money to homeless people? No, admittedly. Mom instead likes to sometimes offer them bottles of water or if she's really feeling generous, a cheap meal at like McDonald's or something. She doesn't like to hand out money because, well, we know what a vast majority of homeless people spend it on. Do you like to brag or are you modest? I get really uncomfortable bragging, so I try to be as modest as I can be. What your favourite thing to have on toast? I love giving it a light toast, then adding a thin layer of butter, cinnamon, and sugar. It's bomb. Do you know how to surf? Would you ever like to learn? No to either. If you eat oatmeal, do you have it plain or do you have certain toppings that you like to add to it? I love sprinkling some sugar in there. Would you prefer to spend time with your whole family all at once, or would you rather quality time with one family member at a time? Depends on what I feel up to, but I tend to enjoy family time as a group more. That way, I don't have TOO much pressure to be constantly social. I can just listen sometimes. What is the funniest or strangest thing you’ve ever heard somebody say in their sleep? I have no idea. I worry what people have heard ME say/scream in my sleep. Do you own a pair of slippers? Yeah, they're meerkat ones! :') Choose one: Butterfinger, Milky Way, Snickers: Absolutely a Milky Way. Who was the last person to comment you? My mom. I'm cool, I swear. How many arguments have you had with the last person you kissed? A lot over all these years, but I'd say that's normal when you've been friends since you were 8 and 10. Do you know anyone who has been arrested? Yes. What are you planning on doing after this? When I'm done taking this survey, I'll probably either go to bed or play a bit of WoW. Idk. Will you be up before 7 am tomorrow? I have my alarm set for 7, actually. Ever been the only one trying to fix a relationship? Mhmmmm. -_- What was the last bad thing that happened to your phone? The case that came with the phone got a big crack in it. Have you ever been with someone while they were throwing up? Absolutely not. I would start vomiting. I can't handle the sound or the act in general. Have you been to the beach this year? No; I haven't been in a long time, and I am noooot complaining. Have you ever skipped school just because you were tired? Yes. Are you tan? God no. Do you own any leather? No real leather, no. I never would. Have you ever bought a shot glass? No. Do you have a therapist? Yes. We actually just talked today. Well, technically yesterday. What’s the worst name your mom has ever called you? I don't know. She doesn't really call me bad names. Have you ever listened to Christian music? Not of my own volition, but I've heard it because of other people controlling the radio. Are you the ‘creative child’? Yes, I'm considered that one. Did you like your life when you were in middle school? God no. That's when everything started going downhill. Have you ever been 'popular’? No. Has someone ever tried to convert you? Yes. Are you a fan of muffins? I LOVE muffins. What’s your most recent obsession? It's kinda chilled out now, but when Resident Evil 8: Village released, I was CRAZY over it. I watched SO many different let's plays of it. I think it's safe to say it beats out RE4 as my favorite installment.

#survey #surveys #random questions

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syilcawrites · 4 years

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archived memories | 7

Series: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild Type: Multi-Chapter Main pairing: Zelink (Zelda and Link) Rated: T Tags/Genre: pre-calamity, fluff (middle chapters mostly), hurt (toward the last chapters lmao), pining Summary: bits and pieces of zelink scenes strewn in between the canon memories in botw! Snippet from Ch 7: “And it only grew larger when he tilted his head up at her and smiled—not those small smiles he usually gave her—but a smile that reached his eyes. She had never seen one of those before, and a selfish desire to keep that smile only to herself flourished alongside that fear.” A/N: Between Memory 9-10 Obligatory beach chapter! :^D

You can also read it on ao3! Click here to see all chapters on tumblr

chapter 7: sweet summer sea

She stared in awe at the view in front of her—the sun was at its highest point, and the swaying sea water reflected its illumination, casting a glowing shimmer over it. They were situated in a small gulf of water, with high cliffs on either side of them.

It had been a long time since Zelda stepped foot in sand, and the feeling of it under her toes reminded her that she was here, in the present.

“Breathtaking,” she exhaled as her eyes shifted from the sea to the sky. A gust of wind rushed toward them, lifting her ceremonial dress to reveal the waterproof one piece suit she had worn underneath. Zelda dropped her sandals from her hand and pressed her dress down, face red, and darted her eyes over to Link. He was conveniently crouched down, observing a seashell.

“Well, this is absolutely stunning,” Zelda declared, poking his thigh with her big toe. He jumped at her touch, startled.

“Uh, yeah! I thought you’d like it here. My family used to visit the beaches near Lurelin sometimes, since the water is really warm.” He snuck a glance at her. “This is between Aris Beach and Clarnet Coast. It’s a secret spot though, so don’t tell anyone.” He brought a finger to his lips, smiling cheekily at her.

“Your secret is safe with me,” Zelda said, laughing. She always found his smiles contagious. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been near Lurelin…” She had went once, with her parents. When her mother was still alive.

“You ready?” The sound of his voice prompted her to look over at him. He stood up and proceeded to take off his Champion’s tunic in one swift pull over his head. Her fingers twitched as she watched the muscles on his back move—she wanted to trace her fingers along them, but decided to be courteous instead and looked away.

“Ready for what exactly?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow up.

“We’re going in the water,” he declared. When she looked back at him, his trousers were replaced with shorts, and he faced the waves with his hands on his hips.

“We are?” Zelda asked, pointing at herself. He nodded enthusiastically, his blue eyes sparkling with happiness. Zelda frowned, glaring at the rippling water. She felt conflicted—the reason why she avoided the beach for so long was due to her growing dislike for water. But when she glanced back over to Link, his encouraging smile was hard to say no to.

“Well, maybe a little dip will be refreshing,” Zelda murmured in agreement, beginning to slip out of her ceremonial dress. She paused, halfway through pulling it off as she narrowed her eyes at him. “Are you going to watch me undress?”

He looked away, cheeks red. Zelda chuckled to herself at his amusing response. She neatly folded it and placed it next to a palm tree, then placed her sandals snuggly beside it.

Another gust of wind made her hair fly all over her face—one of the many downsides of having long hair was having to constantly tame it. Zelda had contemplated on cutting it every now and then, but could never muster up the courage to do so. She swatted at the stray strands that made its way into her mouth.

“I’ll join you in just a second… I’m going to braid my hair.” She shuffled around in her bag for a hair band, and when she pulled it out, Link tapped on her shoulder, holding his hand out.

“I can do it.”

“You can braid?” Zelda asked, surprised. She situated herself down on the sand, smiling in content when her skin hit the warm surface. Warm and comfortable, the two things she enjoyed. Link let out a hum of affirmation, sitting behind her, as he carefully combed her hair with his fingers.

“I have a younger sister, so I used to do her hair a lot.”

“You have a younger sister?” Zelda almost turned her head around, but stopped herself. “You’ve never mentioned her before! There’s always something new with you isn’t there?” Zelda smiled as he let out a small laugh. She focused on his fingers brushing through her hair, and on the sound of the waves that washed up onto the sandy shores. She had forgotten how pleasant the sea sounded.

Ever since she was unable to visit Hateno with him, he had promised to take her to secret spots around Hyrule that his father had taken him to, given that they were around the same area as their initial destination. She had looked forward to these various locations—although, that was before the overbearing pressure of obtaining the power.

No, the pressure was always there, but it had been suffocating her to hurry as of late. She had no time for such pleasantries, and decided to immerse herself in unlocking that damned sealing power to the point of exhaustion.

In the latest incident, she collapsed on horseback when they had gone on a trip to Rito Village to speak with Revali. Luckily he was riding beside her, and caught her before she could tumult head first into the rocky ground beneath them, but not without sustaining a couple of nasty scabs that still marked her legs. Link had fallen off of his own horse to dampen her fall and cushioned most of her damage. As he wrapped bandages around her legs, she tended to his head wounds, all while expressing her discomfort with him recklessly putting himself in harms way. It had been hard to keep the sternness in her voice when the pain from her legs kept causing her to grit her teeth though.

Zelda frowned upon that memory—if there was one thing she had to pick about him that she disliked, it would have to be how self-sacrficing he was.

After that incident, he seemed insistent that they take a small break to one of the many locations that he wanted to take her to, but reluctantly, she had always refused. Zelda did feel a little bad that she kept rejecting his proposal to take a short one-day trip, so she agreed to wear her bathing suit under her ceremonial dress for this trip, since he continuously mentioned that it would make her feel less uncomfortable while she was in the water when she prayed.

Of course she didn’t believe him—but she did it to humor him anyway.

And then this happened.

As she readied herself for another day of praying at the Spring of Courage, he lifted her onto the back of his horse, hopped on himself, and then sped off toward the coasts near Lurelin with her in tow.

Not that she hated being here. Rather, it was quite the opposite, but the stress was still there and the guilt for abandoning her responsibilities for the day were ever blooming in her chest.

“There, done,” Link exhaled with satisfaction.

Zelda turned around to face him, beaming. “Oh, we must take a picture!” She quickly grabbed the Sheikah Slate and pulled his arm toward her. Their heads lightly bumped against one another as she took a quick snap.

Link blinked rapidly afterwards, unprepared.

Zelda smiled down at the picture she had taken—her grinning and Link looking alarmed and confused. His expression reminded her of the first photo they had taken with the other Champions. She set the Sheikah Slate on top of her dress and felt around her hair.

“Why, you did quite a good job! I don’t feel much looseness in it.” Zelda pulled her braid over her shoulder, admiring it.

“There’s still enough time to go to the Spring instead, if you really want to.”

She caught that teasing tone of his—always lightly settled underneath the seriousness of his voice whenever he decided to poke some fun at her.

She scoffed and stood up, brushing bits of sand that had stuck to the back of her thighs.

“Come on, you need this too.”

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She didn’t go into the water immediately. Instead, she watched Link attempt to catch fish with his bare hands for the first hour near the rocks. Halfway through, with no progress, he decided to try to stab them with his Master Sword, as if it would increase his chance of success.

Which it didn’t, to her amusement.

After he had gotten out, she decided to try her own fair share of the beach experience.

She tentatively stuck her toes in first to check the temperature of the sea, but it was surprisingly warm—nothing like the times where she stood in the shallow waters of the Springs and prayed. It was refreshing and inviting.

It was… peaceful.

Zelda wiggled her toes, watching the wet sand slip in and out between them with the water for a moment.

She looked behind to wave at Link, who decided to settle on the sand, sprawled. He waved back lazily, his eyes fluttering close. She waded in a bit deeper, submerging her body, trying to at least enjoy the warm waters without thinking of her responsibilities. At least for a little bit, if anything.

When she sat down, the water was up to her neck, and it felt like she was getting hugged by a warm blanket. As she relaxed, her eyes wandered across the sea. It was clear enough that she could see the rocks beneath and the different variety of colorful sea life. Zelda hummed, moving her hands under the water to watch the ripples it created. She chuckled as some of the little fishes around her darted away, swimming deeper, toward the rocks.

As her gaze trailed their path, her eyes caught a glimpse of a shine off to the side—something sparkled under the waves, just in the distance. She simply had to wade a bit deeper. She glanced back to Link, who now had his arm over his eyes in an attempt to shield the sun out.

She debated whether or not to bring the Sheikah Slate, but found herself already treading toward the sparkle underneath the crystal blue sea.

Her heart flipped as she drew closer to it. More colorful groups of fishes dispersed when she neared, scattering all around her. She knew why she had been so drawn to it—the gem sparkled like the color of Link’s eyes, bright blue against the rough grayness of the other rocks.

An Aquamarine gem.

She figured a quick duck under would suffice—but of course things appeared closer than they seemed underwater, and she was under the surface for longer than she anticipated. A little overestimation didn’t hurt her though, as she retrieved the Aquamarine easily enough. She didn’t rise up to the surface immediately after picking it up. Instead, she admired how it looked under the rays of the sun in the water.

The sound of Link’s muffled voice calling her from above drew her out of her admiration. She took one last glance at the gem in her hand before grasping it tightly, wiggling her way back up to the surface.

“Hey! I’m right here!” Zelda shouted once she broke through, waving her arms in the air. She swam back, hardly that far from shore in the first place, and rung out her braid of water as she smiled brightly at him. “I just found this stunning—“

“Why’d you go out so far?” he asked, panic wrapping around his voice. Her smile faltered.

“Link, I went approximately fifteen feet away,” Zelda stated, bewildered. “It looked like you were sleeping so I didn’t wake you up.”

“Regardless of what I’m doing you should’ve told me.” He ran his hand fervently through his hair, sending sand flying everywhere. He looked confused and troubled, as if he had startled himself awake from his own nap. Zelda tightened her grip on the Aquamarine in her hand, frowning now.

“If you’re resting, I’m not going to wake you up to tell you I’m walking fifteen feet away from you. That’s absurd.”

He stayed silent, and she knew what it was—closing up, deciding to keep his mouth shut. He did that now and then, and it was something she had accepted, but it didn’t mean she wouldn’t try to keep him from falling back into his old habits. She wanted him to speak for himself, for him to voice his own opinions without worrying. At least… with her.

“Link, you deserve as much rest as I do. You need to put yourself first—“

“Your safety is my priority,” he stated firmly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. The fact that he had said it so easily angered her.

“Well, you’re my priority!” Zelda declared back stubbornly, shoving the gem into his chest. He grabbed it, but didn’t tear his eyes away from her. “I found this because I thought of you and I thought you’d like it. A-And as Princess, I declare you to put yourself as your own priority!” Zelda sharply twisted around to trudge back into the water.

“Don’t follow me!” she demanded. His soft footsteps that had trekked behind after her paused. She let out a huff of irritation as she submerged herself once more into the sea, going far enough so that she could sit down with the water just below her mouth. She blew bubbles into the water in hopes to blow off some steam, but the tempered anger didn’t linger very long anway. She kept glancing over her shoulder at him. He sat in the sand, looking sullen and glum. She couldn’t find it in herself to stay annoyed for too long.

After a short while she waved her hand at him, letting him know that he could come if he wanted to.

He had to sit a little ways behind her if he didn’t want the water to cover his nose. They sat there quietly for a couple minutes, simply listening to the sounds of the coastline.

“It’s pretty, thanks,” he said, breaking the silence. She nodded in response.

“I know it’s pretty, you’re welcome.” Zelda continued to blow bubbles into the water, her arms still crossed.

Eventually she scooted back and stopped once her back hit him. She drew her knees up, wrapping her arms around them.

“Link. Did you ever hate me?”

Her question startled him—she could feel him shift as the water around them rippled.

“Why would I hate you?” He sounded genuinely confused.

“Because I was nothing but rude to you at first,” Zelda stated matter of factly. “I don’t know what compels you to be so kind. Ever since the beginning you’ve been nothing but that.”

She patiently waited for a response, but his extended silence began to unnerve her. Soon, the little voices of doubt began creeping up into her thoughts: he must’ve been nice to her because he had to—how could he be rude to her, if she was the princess?

“The world is already cruel to you, so I thought you’ve had enough of that,” he said quietly. Her chiding thoughts halted shortly after, fading. Not even the voice of doubt could compete against his words, because if there was one thing Zelda was sure of, it was his honesty.

They sat there until their fingers grew wrinkled and pruny before she decided to finally look at him.

“I know you’re just concerned about me, but getting agitated over such a thing was quite unnecessary you know.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” Link rubbed the back of his neck.

“But I do appreciate your concern,” she stated, standing up. She turned around and held out a hand to him. He didn’t grab on immediately and glanced up at her first, hesitating. Zelda had a ghost of a smile on her lips, assuring him that she was okay. But there was still an unresolved tension under her skin that she couldn’t quite pinpoint.

He gripped her wrist as he pulled himself up. It took all of Zelda’s strength not to topple over, but she felt slightly proud for not falling on top of him this time. Their weekly training sessions were definitely paying off.

“I was ready for you to fall into my open arms,” he said with a playful lilt of his voice.

“I’m sure you would’ve loved that just so you could have something else to make fun of me for,” Zelda replied back with a scoff. The chill of the wind made her shiver, and they walked back to the shores, with Zelda rubbing her hands up and down her arms. Link was quick to grab some towels that he left on some nearby rocks and wrapped it around her shoulders before he did the same to himself.

The tension under her skin snapped.

“See—that’s exactly what I’m talking about!” Zelda exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at him.

He blinked, confused.

“You always do that. You make sure I eat first, make sure my tent is up first. You always make sure that I’m comfortable first before you are comfortable yourself!” She said quickly, halting. The waves crawled up to their ankles before drawing back into the sea. It continued that constant rhythm as they stared at one another.

He raised an eyebrow, as if he was saying so what? Zelda frowned and stood a bit straighter as she spoke. “From now on, I insist that you take care of yourself first, before you start concerning yourself over me.” He opened his mouth, as if to counter her point, but she immediately continued before he could say anything. “I see you as a companion, Link. As a dear friend, not just some associate of mine. I know that it’s your duty to ensure my safety, but I don’t want it to be at the expense of your own. It happens time after time, and it pains me to—“ she halted, sighing. She realized it seemed ridiculous that she had begun spewing this out simply because he had given her a towel first. But with him, she found herself more impulsive than usual.

And she wasn’t sure if it was necessarily a good thing.

At that point, Zelda had clasped her hands in front of her, casting her eyes elsewhere. Before she continued, she returned her attention back to his now softened gaze once she had found the words she had meant to say. “Take care of yourself more, Link. Won’t you?”

She admired his recklessness, but also feared it. Feared that it would make him meet a brutal end. The mere thought of it chilled her, and as if he knew she was plummeting into the depths of her thoughts, he brought her out of it with the brush of his skin against hers.

His fingers moved a stray piece of damp hair that had stuck to her cheek, making her realize how tense her expression probably looked.

“I’ll be okay,” Link reassured her. But it wasn’t the answer she was hoping to hear.

“Link,” Zelda grabbed his wrist before he could pull away from her cheek. “You’re not invincible,” she whispered, her voice grim.

A heartbeat passed between them.

“I know.”

But did he really? Her eyes traced the various scars covering his legs, arms, to the ones that trailed up his torso. The scars were long, thin, short, wide. Some deep, others superficial. There were even some on his neck. His skin was riddled with marks and burns, and that wasn’t even taking into account the backside of him. Zelda tore her attention away from his body and met his eyes once more.

“Truly?” she asked.

He nodded, and she relaxed when she noticed that any semblance of humor had left his features. Zelda let go of his wrist, drawing her hands back to latch onto the ends of the towel hanging around her shoulders.

“I’ll hold you to that then,” she warned, letting lightness back into her tone. “Don’t you dare forget.”

“You’re so demanding today,” he exhaled, feigning annoyance. He shifted away from her to walk further up the shore, and Zelda followed suit.

“I’m exercising my right as future Queen,” Zelda insisted curtly, tugging at his ponytail gently. A smile of her own quirked up on her lips after she got a laugh out of him.

“Okay, fine. But I’m not going to put myself first every time. If you’re shivering from head to toe I’m giving the blanket to you first.” Link covered his feet with dry sand, wiggling his toes underneath it. She copied him and did the same to her own feet.

“As long as you don’t risk your life, I suppose I’ll agree to your terms,” Zelda replied back solemnly. He chuckled at her intentional usage of her princess-esque tone.

A click clacking sound prompted her to look up from her feet. She glanced back toward the waves, ears perking up. Her eyes latched onto a nearby ironshell crab, sauntering its way alongside the waves.

“Oh!” she said, her eyes brightening. “And lest I forget…” Zelda carefully made her way toward it, “I do wonder if I could study these local crabs alongside the hot-footed frogs. Will these crabs also produce some interesting effects, or will they simply be good for dining?” She raised her hands up, her fingers wiggling in anticipation. The moment the ironshell crab turned its head, Zelda latched onto it, being mindful of its claws.

She turned around to face Link, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “I have seen these crabs in some of our flora and fauna books in the royal library. I’m sure the name ‘ironshell’ wouldn’t have appeared out of the blue if they weren’t known for just that. If we take its name into consideration, perhaps it can offer some sort of increased sturdiness, which would greatly benefit you!” she rambled, peeking up to a nervous looking Link.

“Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to eat this one just as it is,” she promised. “Unless, in the name of research, you would be willing to try it this time?” Zelda held the crab up to him, and she burst into fit of laughter when he instinctively paced ten steps back. “I’m merely joking, Link!”

He let out a shaky, albeit relieved, laugh of his own. Although it would’ve been fortunate for her studies, the last time she urged Link to try a critter, he was less than willing to. She was hoping that maybe a crab would be up his alley, but she figured that eating live critters raw was probably not something anyone, even Link, would be too keen on trying if he didn’t have to.

“Get a bottle for me, will you? I want to take it back to the castle.”

As he shuffled in her bag for a glass bottle, Zelda carefully made her way back to him while avoiding its sharp clippers. They sat down across from one another, with Link holding out the bottle, and Zelda meticulously placing the ironshell crab into it. She sealed it with a pre-stabbed cork top. She wanted to enable some breathing air for her captured critters, since a live specimen was far more valuable to her than a dead one. She lowered her head to get a clearer view as the numerous experiments she was planning on conducting were already whirring around in her head.

“Let’s come back here with everyone else once we seal Ganon,” Link said, his voice quiet against the wind. Zelda raised her eyes from the glass bottle to his face, a bit taken aback from his declaration. He was looking down at her hunched form, staring at her. Even now, it was hard to tell what he was thinking sometimes, despite her best efforts to decipher his expressions.

“Once we seal Calamity Ganon,” she echoed back, agreeing with a nod. She leaned back, clearing her throat, but the uncomfortable lodge stuck in it did not disappear. And she knew exactly what it was.

Her fear, growing and evolving into something more twisted and deafening than it already was.

And it only grew larger when he tilted his head up at her and smiled—not those small smiles he usually gave her—but a smile that reached his eyes. She had never seen one of those before, and a selfish desire to keep that smile only to herself flourished alongside that fear.

“I think we should visit the Spring of Courage again before we head back to the castle. We still have two days left,” Zelda murmured, casting her attention back to the clear blue water.

“Are you sure?” Link asked, drawing his eyes in the same direction.

Zelda nodded, letting out a long, hard exhale.

They both stared out toward the sea, relishing in its peacefulness for one last time.

#botw #zelink #breath of the wild #link #zelda #botw fanfiction #zelink fanfiction #archived memories #my fanfics #chonky chapter!

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katedoesfics · 4 years

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Shadows of Hyrule | Chapter 44

Link waited at the intersection for Mipha Monday morning, but to his surprise, she didn't show. He was sure after his visit the night before that she was no longer mad at him, but just as he did last week, he found himself walking alone to school. But even there, Mipha was nowhere to be found, and her desk in their first period remained empty.

By the time his lunch period came around, there was still no sign of Mipha. She did not sit with their friends in the courtyard, nor did he bump into her in the hallways. He texted her a few times throughout the day, but there was no response from her.

When the end of the day came around, he didn't think anything more of it, chalking it all up to her simply being home sick. But when Tuesday morning came around and Mipha was still absent, he started to worry.

“Where’s Mipha?” Link asked, looking around the room. Once more, her desk was empty in their first period class. He stood in front of Zelda's desk, but she didn't seem interested in engaging in conversation with him, her eyes on her notes.

Zelda shrugged. “Haven’t seen her,” she said simply.

Something was wrong. Instead of sitting at his desk, he left the room quickly. He ignored Zelda as she called after him. He made his way through the building and outside, jogging down the sidewalks toward her house. When he arrived, he was greeted by the pulsing red and blue lights of police cruisers. Sidon stood at the corner of their driveway, his hands in his pockets as he watched the cops moving about, discussing with one another. Link’s heart leapt into his throat as he made his way to Mipha’s brother.

“What’s going on?” he asked, fearing the answer.

Sidon turned his gaze to Link. His eyes were swollen and red, showing signs of exhaustion and fear. “Mipha’s missing,” he said. “She never came home yesterday.”

“I didn't see her at all yesterday,” Link said.

Sidon turned his gaze back to the police presence. “I guess she never made it to school. They interviewed everyone, but nobody saw her. No one knows what happened to her. She’s just… gone.” He turned his gaze to Link. “You might not want to stick around,” he said quickly. “I made the mistake of telling them you were probably the last one to see her. They’ll consider you a suspect.”

Link’s pulse quickened. “Sidon-”

“I know you didn’t do anything,” Sidon said quickly. His brows furrowed together. “But I know you can do something about it.”

Link hesitated and Sidon continued.

“Riju has told me a few things in passing. She had to when Mipha didn’t come home a few weeks ago. I knew she wasn't staying with Urbosa, but Riju said she was safe with Paya.” Sidon shook his head. “I don’t know if I want to know the details, Link. Please don’t tell them to me. Just find her. Keep her alive.”

Link swallowed and watched the officers as they spoke into their radios. He turned his back on the scene. “I’ll fix this,” he muttered to Sidon before leaving him alone on the sidewalk.

Link ran through the city, his mind racing, though he was unsure exactly where to go. His first thought was to head to the shrine and tell Impa, but after hearing Zelda's suspicions, he wasn't sure if Impa could be trusted. Instead, he dialed Zelda's number as he ran through the city. It took three tries before she finally answered, her voice annoyed.

“What?”

“Don't you know how to answer a phone?” Link hissed. He came to a stop at an intersection, just a few blocks from the palace. He paused to catch his breath as Zelda spoke angrily in his ear.

“Uh, hello,” she hissed. “I'm in class, unlike you! You know we have finals next week, right?”

“Shut up,” he spat. “Mipha's missing.”

The other end of the line was quiet for a moment. “What do you mean she's missing?”

Link looked over his shoulder as if to make sure he hadn't been followed. “I'm sorry, what part of that did you not understand?”

“Goddesses,” she muttered. “Alright. Relax. We'll find her, okay?”

The other line on his phone beeped. He pulled it away from his ear, glancing on the name on the screen. “Shit,” he hissed. “It's Impa.”

“Answer it,” Zelda said simply. “I'll get the others and meet you at the shrine.”

Link switched the line without another word. “What?”

“Portal number three is at the temple south of the city.”

“I'm a little busy,” Link hissed into the phone.

“Too busy to save Mipha and close a portal?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Mipha is there,” Impa said. “Are you going to waste time asking questions?”

Link hesitated. He looked around him once more. “I'm on my way over,” he said. “Start talking. How do you know Mipha is there?”

“I'm a Sheikah,” Impa hissed. “I make it a point to know everything.”

“What are you hiding?” Link hissed.

Impa was quiet for a moment. “Now isn't the time for your accusations,” she said sharply. “If you want answers, do your job.” The line clicked and silenced.

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It didn't take long for Zelda to get Urbosa, Daruk, and Revali, and within the hour, the five of them were gathered at the shrine awaiting Impa's instruction.

“Ganondorf's forces aren't just trying to give him an edge in this war,” Impa said. “They're looking for something. I can't be sure what that something is, but they have Mipha now. They must believe she will be able to help them.”

“Could it be her powers?” Daruk asked.

“Perhaps,” Impa said simply.

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe they're just trying to lure us in?” Revali muttered.

“Of course,” Impa said. “Unfortunately for them, the five of you won't make anything easy for them, right?”

“We don't have a choice,” Urbosa said. “We need to get Mipha back before something happens.”

Impa nodded. “Paya will take you there. Close that portal before you leave.”

Link marched out of the shrine, his hands balled into fists at his side. He walked briskly away from the shrine as the others hurried to catch up.

“How much good are we doing closing these portals, anyway?” Daruk asked, turning to Zelda.

“Well,” she said, hesitant. “I don't know. But it's got to be better than if we ignore them.”

“None of this matters if we can't find that first one,” Revali reminded them. “As long as that one remains open, the others could open up again after we close them. We're wasting our time.”

“One thing at a time,” Urbosa said. “We need to save Mipha, then figure out what the hell is going on.”

They gathered together in the drive under the cover of the trees. Revali narrowed his gaze on Paya.

“You planning on splitting us up again?”

“No,” Paya said softly. “I can do this. Grandmother hasn't let me rest a day until she knew I could.”

“No pressure,” Urbosa said with a soft smile.

“Where are we going?” Daruk asked.

“The Temple of Time,” Paya said.

Zelda narrowed her gaze on Paya. “That's where the portal is?”

Paya nodded. Zelda's face whitened, her expression a combination of fear and uncertainty.

“What?” Revali hissed at her. “How fucked are we?”

“That temple holds a lot of history, and likely a lot of secrets,” Zelda said. She glanced quickly at Link. “At one time, it held the Master Sword. Legends also say that it houses a secret entrance to the Sacred Grove.”

“The Sacred Grove?” Urbosa repeated.

Zelda shook her head. “There's no time to explain,” she said quickly. “We need to close that portal immediately.”

“I can't promise this will be an easy ride,” Paya said regretfully. Her arm circled the air above her. The world flashed with a snapping sound, and the six of them were gone in an instant.

#legend of zelda #breath of the wild #fic #fanfic #loz #botw #shadows of hyrule #soh44

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awesomeduskangel · 6 years

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Super Smash Bros. Ultimate - Marching Band AU

Drum Major

Mario: A natural leader. Can play all of the instruments, but he prefers clarinet.

Flutes/Piccolos

Link: Piccolo leader. Holds attention the best out of anyone in the band. Hopes to become drum major in the future.

Zelda/Sheik: Flute leader. Fantastic at reading music. Goes into “Sheik mode” during competitions as a way of staying calm under pressure.

Rosalina: Flute. “Mom” of the section.

Jigglypuff: Flute. Sings along with the other parts during rests.

Toon Link: Piccolo. Is happy to perform in all kinds of weather. Looks up to Link.

Pichu: Piccolo. Not the greatest at playing or marching but is trying his best.

Clarinets

Luigi: He’s been in his brother’s shadow for most of his life. Became section leader to change that.

Lucario: Great at keeping tempo.

Dark Samus: Wants to stab everyone who gets in her way with her clarinet so she can become drum major but has not done so...yet.

Simon: Plays hymns with Richter before every practice and game.

Richter: Plays hymns with Simon before every practice and game.

Mewtwo: Makes his instrument float while at attention instead of holding it, much to Mario’s dismay.

Saxophones

Meta Knight: Leader of all the saxes. Tenor sax.

Pikachu: Alto sax. Him and Toon Link are the only ones who actually enjoy marching in a thunderstorm.

Daisy: Was told she had to play flute or clarinet because she’s a girl. Refused and decided to play alto sax instead. Quite possibly the best alto in the section.

Corrin (m): Tenor sax. Takes every show seriously. Doesn’t understand why section rivalries have to be a thing.

Young Link: Alto sax. Gets nervous during games and competitions in which there’s a full moon. He and the other kids practice music together outside of band.

Ganondorf: The only baritone sax. Is determined to recruit more bari saxes for his “army”.

Sonic: Alto sax. Really needs to stop rushing during fast pieces.

Trumpets

Captain Falcon: Trumpet section leader. A “stereotypical” trumpet player with an inflated ego.

Roy: Always tries to go for the high notes but doesn’t usually succeed.

Pit: Plays everything forte.

Fox: Is the one who got that solo.

Falco: Also tries going for the high notes and can hit them quite often. Aspiring section leader.

Wolf: Is bitter that he didn’t get that solo.

Lucas: Not comfortable with playing loudly but is actually really good.

Diddy Kong: Sometimes puts peanuts in his bell so, when he plays, he can strike the other members for his own amusement.

Trombones

Yoshi: Trombone section leader. Has tiny arms but makes it work.

Kirby: Hides little snacks in his bell often.

Shulk: Knows all of his drill spots even before reading them. As a result, he’s able to focus a lot on his marching during practice.

Bowser Jr.: Plays wrong notes on purpose just to annoy people.

Ridley: ...I just thought it would be funny to have a pterodactyl playing trombone, okay? XD

Baritones

Samus: Baritone section leader. Doesn’t put up with wrong notes.

Ness: Always willing to help other members understand stuff. Once brought a Mr. Saturn to make noises for practice while his instrument was being repaired.

Ike: Amazingly good posture. Could probably lift more than two baritones at a time.

Mega Man: Transferred from the Capcom marching band. Loves his Smash band family.

Chrom: Tried out for section leader but didn’t make it. Will get his chance another day.

Olimar: When he had to miss practice one time, he got a bunch of Pikmin to fill in for him. It went surprisingly well.

Mellophones

Robin (f): Mellophone section leader. Fantastic marcher. Enjoys helping the members of her section get better.

Cloud: Has been told he should play trumpet. Plays mello because he wants to be more low-key. (...No pun intended.)

Nana: Always prepared for cold weather practices and games. Brings hand warmers and layers for the section.

Palutena: Knows all the musical terms, even ones no one else in the band knows.

Dr. Mario: Carries a tiny first aid kit under his uniform jacket.

Tubas

Bowser: Thought about joining the color guard to get closer to Peach but joined the tubas instead.

Wario: Tuba section leader. Regularly makes farting sounds with his instrument. No one is amused.

Ryu: Challenges tubas in other bands to see who can hit the lowest notes.

King K. Rool: Once tried using tuba as a cannon to attack Donkey Kong and failed horribly.

Drumline

Donkey Kong: A master of the quads.

Popo: Bass drum. It’s a bit hard for him to see over the drum because of his stature.

Mr. Game & Watch: He likes the cymbals because they’re flat like him. Has been doing marching band the longest, along with Pac-man.

King Dedede: Bass drum. There have been a few times when he has hit the drum so hard that he accidentally broken it.

Villager: Snare. Somehow manages to fit many pairs of drumsticks in his pockets at one time.

Little Mac: How does he play snare with those gloves? The world may never know. ...Also, he’s wearing the wrong gloves.

Pac-man: Cymbals. Has been doing marching band the longest, along with Mr. Game & Watch.

Color Guard

Peach: Doesn’t even have to be told to smile for the crowd. Really knows how to connect with the audience.

Marth: The beautiful and elegant color guard captain. Gets all the moves perfectly every time.

Lucina: Aspires to be like Marth. Particularly amazing with the sabers.

Wii Fit Trainer: Could use multiple equipments at once if she wanted to. Incredibly strong.

Greninja: He couldn’t play any wind instruments because of his tongue, so he joined the color guard instead. Turned out to be really good at it.

Bayonetta: Specializes in rifles. Entrances the audience with her awesome tosses and, uh...yeah.

Inkling: Really puts the “color” in color guard... Or something. Helped make most of the flags.

Front Ensemble

Pokemon Trainer: Mainly plays marimba but enjoys playing various other things.

R.O.B.: Keyboard. Always stays on tempo. I guess you could say he’s so on tempo it’s almost...robotic. (Ba dum tsk.)

Dark Pit: Bass. Has picked out his theme on the instrument. Can also play trumpet and claims he’s better than Pit at it.

Isabelle: Prefers chimes. Almost joined the cheerleading team but chose band. The most hardworking little bean ever.

Snake: Mainly plays marimba.

Duck Hunt: The dog and duck work together to play suspended cymbal. No one knows how the uniform people were able to fit uniforms for a dog and a duck.

#super smash bros #super smash bros ultimate #ssb #ssb5 #ssbu #marching band #marching band au #au

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Something Borrowed, Something Blues 1 / ?

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / ?

New year, new WIP! I figured I'd start the year off right with the...uh, long-awaited? sequel to Reincarnation Blues! Special thanks to @seiya234 for helping me plot and outline this baby.

Yes, it starts with a scene you may have already...seen. Bear with me. We're going places.

I'm also on AO3 as MaryPSue!

...

“So. Season two. Any ideas about how to start it off with a bang?”

There was a general shuffling of papers and buzz around the writers’ room table. Zelda, unsurprisingly, was the first to speak. “Well, the viewers are still losing it over Bael. I thought -”

“Just a moment,” Ian interrupted. “Do you guys think we can hold off on having Bael show up again until the finale?”

Around the table, the team exchanged looks.

“What, like…like a horror movie, kind of suspense build, sort of thing? Yeah dude, that makes sense,” Ricardo said, but he still sounded uncertain. “But - all the way to the finale? That seems like too long, man. Now he’s shown his hand, wouldn’t Bael be trying to kill Stella, like, constantly?”

Ian blinked. “What? Why would he be trying to kill her?”

The look Zelda shot him was one Ian knew she only turned in his direction when he was being particularly inscrutable or ridiculous. “We did just literally finish the season with him using Sam as a puppet to try to drop her down a bottomless pit.”

“Yeah, but Stella doesn’t know that’s Bael! We revealed him to the audience through Alcor, but she still doesn’t know he even exists. Why would he try to kill her? Think about his endgame, guys.”

The faces around the table were still blank. Ian met Zelda’s eyes, hoping for understanding from the writer who was practically his second brain, but she just gave her head a shake so small it barely disturbed her bubblegum-coloured hair.

“I thought his endgame was to kill her. And Alcor. And open the gateway to the Dungeon Dimension, and unleash his true power and wrath on the world, and finally get caught up with Political Intrigue: But With Dragons,” Chris piped up, and Ian pressed the heel of his hand against his right eye.

“Yes, but that’s what he wants you to - Do you remember how we decided the Dungeon Dimension had to be unlocked?”

“With Alcor’s power, yeah.” Zelda tapped her pen against her lip piercing. “That makes sense, that Bael would want to keep Stella alive to use her to persuade Alcor to open the gateway - but then the bottomless pit doesn’t -”

“Sheesh, you guys, are you all brain-dead today?” There was a dull pressure building against Ian’s prosthetic, not quite an ache yet but definitely threatening to become one, and he could swear he caught a whiff of ozone and…margaritas?

Ricardo made a face at Zelda, who sighed. “Sorry, boss, but whatever you were plotting really didn’t come across this time.”

“What? But -” Ian shook his head, blowing out a breath that was halfway to a laugh. “We were all on the same page setting up the season finale! We all knew where this was going, right? It’s obvious.” It was, a series of simple, shining steps to world domination. They’d all brainstormed over Bael, talked his goals and motivation and personality to death - did they really not see - “Stella was never really going to fall in the bottomless pit. That was why Sam got to break through and save her, remember? It was just to show her how little Alcor really cared about her, that he could just let her fall!”

“But he does care about her,” Chris pointed out, and Ian could just strangle the guy with his own trachea, he really could. “So that’s not going to -”

“It doesn’t matter if Alcor really cares about Stella or not! Jeez, were you paying any attention when we hashed out Bael or were you just taking a nap that day? All he cares about is whether Stella thinks Alcor cares about her.” Ian leaned forward expectantly, letting out a sigh when the confused faces didn’t instantly morph into looks of realisation. Zelda looked like she might be catching on, but Ian could almost see the wheels spinning uselessly in all of the others’ heads. “Look, fine, I’ll spell it out for you. Stella’s only in this because she thinks Alcor is a good guy, that he’s on her side. Alcor would do just about anything to keep Bael locked up and the world safe, Bael’s not an idiot, he’d know that after Alcor locked him up in the first place. He’s not going to pin all his plans on another demon, even a weirdo like Alcor, being enough of a stupid sap to let him out just so one puny human doesn’t bite it a couple years early.“

He paused for a moment, feeling a hollowness growing under his feet with every note Chris scribbled in his binder and every tap of Zelda’s pen against her lip ring. "But humans are a whole bunch more sentimental, and a lot more gullible. All Bael needs to do is convince Stella that Alcor’s using her, that she can’t trust he’s got her or humanity’s best interests at heart - and Alcor himself will help out with that, he’s not exactly the most forthcoming guy, and he’s been keeping some pretty big secrets - and Stella and her soft, tender little heart will go running straight for somebody she thinks she can trust. Another human who she already loves, who understands what it’s like to be under a demon’s control - another human who’s still under a demon’s control, because no matter how powerful love might be or what it might be able to conquer, he still didn’t put a time limit on his contract with Bael. And because of her deal with Alcor -”

“Stella can use Alcor’s powers,” Ricardo said, looking like Ian had just pulled the tablecloth off a fully-set table without spilling a drop from any of the wineglasses.

“Wait, do you mean Sam didn’t actually get control back from Bael in the last episode?” Chris asked, and Ian reached for his coffee mug, only to find it missing.

“Of course he did, but only because Bael let him. That’s why that line to Alcor about love not conquering all and the code about fine print! Didn’t you -” Ian cut himself off, hearing his own voice very quiet in the suddenly-stifling stillness of the meeting room. “It’s really obvious, isn’t it?”

“Obvious? No way, man!” Ricardo was grinning ear to ear, spinning his pen between his fingers. “Having Bael use Stella to set him free is an awesome idea! The hard part’s gonna be driving that wedge between Stella and Alcor naturally and hinting at Bael being involved so it doesn’t look like it came outta nowhere when the reveal hits, but doesn’t give the game away too soon… That’s evil genius at work, man.”

Ian managed a smile, but it refused to stay on his face for more than half a second.

“Yep. Coffee,” he managed, pushing his chair out from the table and giving it a nasty shove when it caught on the carpet and refused to move. “Keep talking.”

...

Zelda cornered him in the office kitchen, drumming his fingers rhythmically against the counter as he watched the coffeemaker drip erratically into the pot. “Are you…feeling all right?”

Ian stopped drumming. “Hm? Fine! Haven’t had my coffee yet! Eye’s kind of aching, but it does that sometimes! Yup, everything’s peachy, if this coffeepot would just hurry up -” He slammed a fist against the counter, and the coffeepot shook. “Evil genius. I’m -"

He took a deep breath, let it out slowly, uncurling the fingers of his fist. Zelda was giving him a look that was somewhere between weirded out and seriously alarmed, but there wasn’t a trace of pity or fear in it.

"I’m a jerk,” Ian said, instead of whatever had been running around his head. It took effort to cut the train off, but he managed it. “I should apologise to those guys. Not their fault I didn’t share enough of the plan. I gotta remember that even if this is my show, it’s not just my show.”

“Yeah,” Zelda agreed, reaching around Ian to grab the carafe and pouring herself a mug of the coffee that must have been brewed earlier that morning. She stirred in a spoonful of whitener, meeting and holding Ian’s gaze. “Look, is something going on? Because that didn’t seem like usual story frustration. And I mean we all know you want it to be perfect, but that sounds like a pretty solid plot to me, so I doubt it’s the problem.”

Ian glanced down at his hand splayed against the counter, then back up at Zelda. “You think? It’s not too obvious?”

Zelda shrugged. “Well, you stumped your own writers, so I think even your famously dedicated fans will have a little trouble with this one if we play it right. Seriously, boss, you gotta cut yourself some slack.” Her voice was heavy with admiration as she said, “I don’t know anybody else who would’ve come up with an idea that makes that much sense and is still such a challenge to figure out, right off the top of his head. It’ll be a really satisfying reveal if we build it up right and get all the pieces in place. We’ll work out how to make it amazing for the show.”

Ian blew out a breath.

Zelda tapped her spoon against the lip of her mug to shake off a few drips of coffee before dropping the spoon into the sink. “So. You still wanna talk about it, or -”

“Absolutely no way,” Ian said, and watched relief wash over Zelda’s face. “No, I just needed to take a breather. Get some perspective. But thanks. And sorry for calling you all brain-dead.” He somehow managed a smile that didn’t seem forced or too tight. “You’re the best henchmen an evil genius could ask for.”

Zelda’s grin was bright and gleaming. “We do our best. Now come on, you’ve got a bunch of henchmen to apologise to. And we’ve got a secret evil plot to…plot.”

…

The ring was distracting.

Mira kept having to stop in the middle of typing to look at it, the sparkle leaping out and catching her eye. It was strange - it wasn't like she wasn't used to wearing bright, sparkly, eye-catching jewellery. But then again, none of the jewellery she was used to wearing had been an engagement ring.

Her engagement ring.

Maybe it was normal to not be able to look away from your own engagement ring. Mira wouldn't know. This was the first time she'd ever had one. She was pretty sure, though, that it wasn't normal to feel a little bit sick every time you looked at it.

She forced her eyes back up to the screen. It wasn't like she wasn't happy about it. She was thrilled! Ecstatic, even! Not even a teeny, tiny little bit...nervous. That’d be silly. Because there was nothing to be nervous about! She was marrying the man she’d fallen head over heels in love with, the man who loved everything about her, no matter how silly or unconventional, the one other person she’d trusted with the...stranger side of her life, and who hadn’t run screaming in the other direction when she’d done so, the man who’d literally put out his own eye for her, the man who’d been completely willing to die for her -

Nope. Absolutely nothing to be nervous about there.

Mira huffed out a sigh, trying to make her eyes focus on the blinking cursor in front of her. It was almost hypnotic, the little black bar vanishing from existence only to reappear again, and again, and again...

"He's doing it again!"

Mira's strangled scream nearly covered the sound of her chair collapsing to the floor, backwards. Thin air caught her before she slammed into the ground, a soft cushion of nothing that she could feel herself sink, slowing, into for a moment before she hit the point where the air bounced her back upright. She abruptly spun around, fixing Alcor with a glare.

"What did I say about popping up behind me when I'm working?"

Alcor at least had the decency to look sheepish, though it was a little unnerving with his gold-on-black eyes. "Not to. But, Mira -"

"Ah," Mira interrupted, holding up one finger in front of the demon's face.

Alcor let out a breath Mira hadn't seen him take, slouching forward in midair to dangle by the little batwings sticking out of the small of his back.

"Sorry," he muttered, to the gold-tipped toes of his shiny black shoes.

"Apology accepted," Mira said, settling back in her chair. "So what emergency needs my special touch this time?"

“Your boyf-fffffffffiancé. He’s doing the thing.”

It took everything Mira had not to roll her eyes.

“We talked about this,” she said. “Actually, we’ve talked about this, like, multiple times. I’m pretty sure we had an entire giant fight over this. You might remember it? It ended with Ian losing an eye...?”

“That’s not fair,” Alcor grumbled, sinking lower in the air, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting like a little kid. “You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”

Mira let out a long, slow breath that she had to work hard to keep from turning into an exasperated sigh. “Right, right. You trust Ian. It’s Bill you’re worried about. Et cetera, et cetera - look, would it kill you to just be happy for me for once?”

She regretted the words as soon as they came out of her mouth. Mira huffed out another breath, shaking her head and holding up a hand before Alcor could say another word. “No, no, I’m sorry. I know why, and I know that was outta line. I’m just -”

Alcor nodded, and shot Mira a rueful smile. “Yeah. The whole wedding thing’s a little overwhelming, huh?”

“It’s a lot overwhelming!” Mira slammed both hands down beside the keyboard. “Why is there so much that needs doing? And why do I have to do it? Don’t answer that, I know it’s because Ian’s got a major deadline coming up and I was the one who decided we should try and book the Castle on the Hill and have a tea party theme and I know Rosa’s been a huge help and my parents and his parents are trying to help and we’ve got plenty of time and - !”

She stopped, breathing hard, realising that at some point she’d thrown both hands up in the air. Alcor had sat down cross-legged in midair, leaning his chin in one hand as he watched her rant.

“Okay, I came here to talk to you, but it sounds like you might need to talk more than I do,” he said, when Mira stopped and dropped her arms into her lap. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Mira muttered, glaring down at her ring. “I hate wedding planning.”

“I don’t think there are a lot of people out there who just love it,” Alcor said, reasonably.

“Noooooo,” Mira admitted. “But it’s getting in the way of anything nice I want to do with Ian, and this deadline I’ve got coming up, and - it just sucks." She huffed out a breath over her top lip, staring at her bangs as they fluttered in the draft, and then turned back to Alcor. “Okay. I think I’ve got it out of my system. Hit me. What’s Ian done now that’s freaking you out?”

Alcor took a deep breath in, opening his mouth wide, and then huffed it back out again, his shoulders drooping as his mouth fell shut again.

“I just ran what I was about to say through my head before I said it out loud, and it turns out it’s really dumb,” he admitted, and Mira couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, you could say that about a lot of things you say,” she said, as gently as she could manage, hoping Alcor was picking up on the gentle teasing in her words.

“Yeah, ha ha ha. Has anyone ever told you that you’re hilarious?” Alcor asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Because they were definitely lying.”

Mira stuck her tongue out at him. Alcor stuck his out in response, forked end waggling before he tucked it back into his mouth.

“You should keep an eye on Ian, though,” he said, after a moment, a note of seriousness bleeding back into his voice. “I mean, it sounds really dumb to be worried about him because he’s too good at his job - but, just, look out for him? He seemed really upset about this plot twist he planned that none of his writers picked up on, and I don’t think it was just because it was probably too convoluted for Gisnep.”

Mira pressed a hand to her forehead, covering her eyes. “Are you spying on my boyfriend again.”

Alcor’s wings flared. “No! Well. Maybe. A little.”

“Okay, I see a simple solution to this problem. Step one: don’t spy on my boyfriend.”

“Miraaaaaaaa,” Alcor whined, dragging out Mira’s name. Mira ignored him.

“Seriously. None of us need this right now. You’re just going to worry yourself into another fit of paranoia and do something that’ll set all of us off and we’ll all end up regretting it. Just don’t even go there, okay?” She turned back to her keyboard, huffing out another breath. “I know you’re going to bring up Area 51 when I say this, but - it’s not gonna kill you to trust him a little.”

Alcor didn’t respond. Mira didn’t look to see whether he was still there, instead turning her attention back to the seating chart. This would be so much easier if she knew whether Mythri was planning to bring a date, or a dragon.

...

"Writing your resume?"

Ian looked up from the drawing table, blinking a little to bring Xander into focus. "Hm? Oh, no, just - drafting. Scripting. Making hilarious jokes that'll probably never see the light of day thanks to Standards & Practices. Idly daydreaming about world domination. You know."

"Artist stuff," Xander agreed, with a grin. "I finished those colour keys for the haunted lumberjack camp, and you're the only other person left in the building. You planning on heading home anytime tonight?"

Ian managed to muster a smile. "Nah, there's a couple jokes here that still need tightening up, some lines I'm not sure about, and this is going to the animators in the morning. I'm just gonna stick around until I'm either sure they're good enough or I'm delirious enough with sleep deprivation that they start looking good to me."

Xander huffed out a laugh, raising a hand in a wave goodbye. "I'll drop by your office and wake you up before your first meeting, then. Night!"

"You're a lifesaver," Ian called after him, as Xander started down the hall.

He stared at the storyboards in front of him until he heard the alarm beep and the door slam behind Xander, the boom of the heavy steel echoing through the empty studio and picking up eerie, off-key harmonics in some corner somewhere. Then Ian sighed, pushing the boards aside.

A little rummaging in his desk drawers (under the piles of Mizar the Magnificent code keys, napkin sketches and notes, fan letters, business cards for people he'd forgotten to call back, hate mail, business cards for people he didn't want to call back, letters from people who really, really wanted him to know about the highly specific sexual things they wanted to do to Stella's pet platypus, and his emergency shaker of chocolate sprinkles) revealed a hard-bound book, rather shabby with age and poor maintenance, labeled MYTHS AND LEGENDS OF THE PACIFIC NORTHWEST.

The book was so old that its maps still showed California as all part of the mainland, and it was written in a dialect that was a slog to wade through even for somebody who read codes quite literally in his sleep, but even though most of its scant number of pages were dedicated to things that really were just myths, it was still one of the best resources he'd found so far. Even the trawl he'd done online (on his work computer, under the pretense of researching demons for MtM) hadn't been able to turn up much information on the supposedly-infamous Bill Cipher.

This might have been because, according to the slim volume in Ian's hands, the demon's 'official' name in the pantheon (pantheon? Demons were beings of chaos and nightmares, spawning and devouring each other throughout eternity, sometimes going dormant for centuries at a time, what single-life-spanned idiot had thought they could catalogue all of them?) was not the incongruously mundane Bill Cipher, but the much fancier-sounding Triangulum. Still sounded stupid and fake to Ian, but whatever.

They said to 'know your enemy'. Ian still wasn't sure who 'they' were, but he had to agree. He'd been researching Cipher ever since Mira had confessed she still had nightmares about what had happened last year. The more he knew, the better he could avoid ending up in situations like - well, like the one he'd ended up in earlier that day. If he knew more about Bill Cipher, more about what he'd been like and how he'd worked and what had made him tick, maybe Ian would've been able to tell if the plot that had fallen together so easily in his thoughts had really just been the product of creative inspiration, hard work, and firsthand observation of the way demons did business, or if it was...

It didn't help that it was impossibly frustrating to research Cipher. And not just because of the scarcity and age of the resources that held even a scrap of actual information about the thousand-year-dead demon, or because Ian had to keep his research a secret from Mira so she wouldn't feel any worse than she already did (there was no hiding anything from Alcor, but he still tried). Because...

Well. If Ian was being honest, because it still felt like he ought to just know.

Rationally, he knew he shouldn't expect it, but - he still should be able to just reach out and have all the knowledge he needed, right there at his fingertips. He'd always felt that, one way or another, but... Alcor might have taken the memories of the things Bill had known, but he hadn't taken the memory of how it had felt to know them. Sometimes Ian still had dreams about rising above everything, looking down, seeing it all finally slotting together into a perfect pattern below him -

"You can't keep doing this to yourself," Ian muttered angrily to himself, grabbing the sprinkles out of his desk drawer and shaking out a handful. He shoved them into his mouth and slammed the book open before his nerve could fail him, picking back up in the section where he'd found the first mention of Triangulum.

#transcendence au #gravity falls #this is mary's fic tag

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Ch.30: To return that which is mine

Nothing could prepare Link to the swiftness in which news travelled in Ordon.

"We are a small village," Illia pointed out. Link had raised his shoulders, almost whined, "But still."

Illia slapped his arm, mock on her face, and pressured him to answer her question. "When were you going to tell me you were going back?"

"Not yesterday, obviously."

"And not today, either, I gather," she cocked her head.

Link gave up and shrugged, "Two days before I left or something."

Illia put her chin on her knees and bit her lip, "Okay, so why?" Link was having trouble explaining himself, he was trying to look anywhere but at Illia, "Because I understand why you had to go see Princess Zelda last time, but you've already received your rewards, you don't have a good reason to go back."

Link locked eyes with the ground. Because I'm scared of you and how you see me? Link knew Illia would do everything in her power to make him feel better. Because I need to feel useful? He could work as hard in Ordon, there was no reason Link needed to be in Castle Town. Because I want to improve my future and Castle Town is the capital of opportunities and... Illia deserved the truth, really. "I want to be near her," Link kept his eyes fixed in the ground, whatever expression Illia was making he wouldn't be able to stomach it.

"Link," and the sound of Illia's voice was so filled with longing and sadness and a tinge of pity that made Link stand up and dust off his pants.

"Yeah, so, I'm gonna go chop some wood for, uh," Illia was glaring, "for the whole village."

Link had barely given three steps when Illia's voice reached his ears, "Link." Link stopped dead on his tracks. "Yes...?"

Illia raised an eyebrow, "Please tell me you weren't thinking of leaving after telling me that you want to be by Zelda Eugenia Harkinian Hyrule's side, the Princess of the kingdom." Link raised his shoulders, that had been exactly what he had thought of doing, "No?"

"Great, because it would be a mistake, right? For you to just up and leave after throwing that at me."

Link felt trapped and sat back, his movements were slow, trying to earn whatever time he could to think.

"Also," Illia was smiling in a way that made Link swallow, "why don't you tell me about what Malo's been feeding us about you?"

Link laughed without force, "What has he been telling you guys?"

Illia grabbed her chin and looked Link in the eye, "Why don't you tell me?"

She was onto him. Scary. Link decided that he gained nothing by keeping her out of things, and he spilled everything.

Mayor Bo was red in the face and had a massive jug on his hand, "Happy birthday to Link!" The whole village cheered back and Bo gave them a toothy smile before clapping his hand in Link's back. Link had a bright shade of pink adorning his cheeks and after Bo's cheer, Link raised his own jug, "Happy birthday to me!" Another wave of cheering and gulping down beer.

The atmosphere was lively and before Link could even think about it he was being woken up by Illia's shouts from under his home.

"Link!" Illia called again. Link grabbed his head for a second, surprisingly, no hangover. "Link!" Illia opened the door and walked inside, she looked up to Link's bedroom, "You alive?"

Link stood with vigor, surprised again at his own resistance, "I'm great, thanks." Link started to grab clothes when Illia's face appeared from the ladder, "I know you told me to wake you up even if you threw me out, but you know you can rest for today, right? You drank a lot-"

Link nodded and looked at her with surprise, "It seems that I have a high tolerance for alcohol because I feel like new."

"Really now?"

Link walked to her, "Scoot, let me down," Illia was unimpressed, "You want me to do some acrobatics so you'll believe me?"

Illia blew a raspberry, "As if, it's only that neither Rusl nor my father can get out of bed, so I figured, you know."

"Not to be tactless, but they are old people."

Illia laughed but covered her mouth immediatly, she raised one finger, "Not funny, Link."

Link kept his good humor and mumbled that it had been funny, he grabbed a bag to put his clothes on and stopped one second, "I am really surprised by this turn of events," he made as if he was doing a check on his body, "I feel like I've discovered a new power within me or something."

"The power to not have hangovers?"

Link hummed, pleased with himself, "I'm gonna wash myself, you can help yourself with whatever edible thing you can find." Illia rolled her eyes. "And thank you for coming to wake me!"

"I should be able to make fun of you for your obvious blatant eagerness to go back, you know." Link shrugged. "It's not fair of you to make me promise that I couldn't do that is all I'm saying." Link shrugged. "Are you sure you're gonna be all right?"

Link turned, "I'll be back tomorrow, promise."

"Great, because Uli will be waiting with a pumpkin pie for you."

Link waved back and turned to the forest. Coro was sitting near a fire when he saw Link, "It's been a while, buddy! What brings you here?"

"Oil."

"Well you can't go wrong with my oil, that's for sure. Taking it back to your village?"

Link pointed to the Faron Woods. Coro almost whined, "Oh boy, well, here's hoping you get back all right."

Armed with his lantern and with fresh and abundant oil, Link had nothing to fear. He had come so many times through this forest that he knew by heart the way. Link stopped midway to have a little snack and tried to look to the sky through the trees. It was really hard to see anything through. Link could feel this strange pain from being alone, in a moment he had Zelda's gift pressed to his lips, "Do your magic and come back, Midna, come on." The wind rustled the leaves and helped some hiding sunlight pass through. "We haven't thanked you just yet." Link stretched and let his hands go as far as he could, "Look at me, talking to a piece of mirror."

When the run down temple came into view Link could feel the stares of the gigantic statues bearing on him. Nothing had changed, but then again, how were things supposed to change in 3 months? This place, this statues... "Well, I am returning that which was provided and," no more spirits talking to him, no more trials by guardians, "I don't really know why I'm returning this, but we have no more need for its power." Link aligned the sword to the pedestal, and stopped. The sword felt unusually heavy, the air felt unusually cold, Link felt unusually sad.

He had done it. Really, he had defeated evil. He had brought peace to this land, to this kingdom, to the people. He had... he had just plunged into the fray and done things he had never thought he would do, he could do. And now, as if something else had beckoned him to do this, he was fighting against the knowledge that this was how it was supposed to go. Link knew so. The sword, he...

"You ought to rest."

The Master Sword gave a final shine and Link fell to his knees. When Link saw water darkening the ground under him, he realized he was crying. Link looked up to the sky and opened his mouth in pain.

Link felt a weight off his shoulders, Link felt he could breath again. But as he tried to calm himself he understood his pain, Link felt completely empty now.

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