#BRING ARYLL BACK PLEASE!

[dragongirlie56]

I seriously wish that they put Link’s family in BOTW! I know there’s concept art and I’m like why didn’t you do this Nintendo?! Imagine Aryll being Link’s younger sister in BOTW and he introduces Zelda to Aryll! And imagine if he remembered memories with Aryll as he ventured across Hyrule?! AHHHHHH!! Gimme older brother Link again pls!!! (it would be heartbreaking when you realize that Aryll would’ve died within Link’s 100 year nap… but like… I still want it)

[adrift-in-thyme]

I originally wrote this for Whumptober but couldn't find a prompt that really fit even before I lost the energy to keep participating lol. So I'm sharing it now!

Summary: Wild remembers someone dear to him

CW for discussion of death/referenced child death

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A young girl’s hands are in his hair.

They snatch a shoulder-length strand, twine it, clumsy, graceful, youthful, enthusiastic, around another. A third meets them in the middle.

Humming, she pulls them tight.

“Pretty!” She says, sing-song, like the chirping chickadee in the chesnut tree. 

“Mm,” hums the ghost who sits a short ways from Wild, silent and steadfast. He smiles and it is a tiny thing, a whisper of what once was. “I’ll bet it is, Aryll.”

“Mhmm.”

Fingers tanned by chores accomplished, adventures undertaken in the sun meet with shimmering gold. A pink tongue sticks out from a small mouth. Concentration drags down pale brows toward cerulean eyes.

“My braids are always pretty. Know why?”

Wild steps closer. There is a tug in his gut, a painful pull he should recognize. 

His eyes are locked on the girl. The other, he only sees in his peripheral. 

The girl is all that matters here.

…breathing is troublesome.

The wraith tilts his head in false contemplation. 

“Because you’re pretty?” 

The girl — Aryll, Wild hisses to himself, her name is Aryll — giggles. 

“I am pretty. But no.”

A ducked head that elicits a huff of annoyance. Battle beloved fingers take delicate shoots of grass and rip them up from the root.

“Can I guess again?” 

“Mhmm.”

Another smile, like a passing comment. There is a blue flower, its petals skirted in white, settled near his worn brown boot. The ghost scoops it up, offers it to Aryll.

“Because you always put the most beautiful of flowers in my hair when you do it?”

Another eruption of giggles as the gently composed petals tickle her cheek. 

“Nu-uh.” Then, a light smack across a cheek, forcing the wraith to settle back into his straight-backed position. “Now, stay still!”

He laughs and Wild’s chest aches.

“Okay, okay. No need for violence!”

Aryll huffs. More flaxen threads meet one another and join hands beneath her attentive care.

“You’ve got one more chance, big brother. Guess again.”

“Last chance, huh?” The wraith raises his eyes to the sky. Wild follows his gaze to where an eagle circles, following the guidance of the currents. “Is it because…”

Someone calls out, calls his name. A man’s voice, young, urgent. 

A messenger.

Footsteps pound an earthen path. 

The ghost’s voice splinters, shatters. He picks up their pieces, sets them into a box, locks it and swallows the key.

“The king summons you! He summons you on an urgent matter! You must come to Hyrule Castle at once!”

“Big brother?” Aryll’s eyes are wide, frightened.

Gently, the wraith nudges her fingers from his hair. The braid is only half finished. A thing of beauty it would have been, a waterfall of gold. But only half of his hair has been tamed. The other falls, reaching for his collarbone in gentle waves. 

He stands and the wind whips it back.

“It’s alright, Aryll.”

He hardly speaks the words. They are a whisper upon the breeze. That throat was never meant to give voice to anything louder, anything more joyful.

Don’t.

Wild tries to move, tries to hold out a hand. 

Stop. Don’t do it.

Don’t walk away from her.

“Big brother, please.” Tears bubble up, spill down. Wild feels their warmth upon his own cheeks. “I’m lonely when you’re gone.”

The wraith doesn’t quite smile this time. The expression lifts his lips like the levers that raise the drawbridge leading to the castle. It doesn’t manage to reach his eyes.

“It’s alright.”

A step. That is all it takes. All it takes to bring everything crashing down.

“I’ll see you again.”

Wild screams and no one hears. 

“I promise.”

Wild screams and the world goes white.

“Your big brother will always come back for you, you hear?”

Wild screams and blood floods his senses.

“Always.”

Wild screams and the memory breaks.

The world careens back into focus, and with it comes the worried faces of his brothers. 

Twilight’s hand is on his shoulder. He throws it off, whirls around, runs. 

They call out. He doesn’t answer. They pursue. He doesn’t stop. 

His feet can hardly go fast enough to carry him away, away, away….

When he does manage to stop, his heart is pounding out of his chest. His breath comes in gasps. His throat is so dry he has to focus just to force saliva down it. 

His legs give way. He crumples, falling to his knees in a pile of leaves that have been burnt by the sun. The forest reaches out and pulls him into its bosom. 

He closes his eyes and lets the tears come.

Aryll. 

He whispers her name, speaks it, then screams it, screams it as he digs his fingernails into his palms and grinds his forehead into the dirt. 

Aryll.

He sobs it. He murmurs it. He etches it into his consciousness so that he will never, never forget it again.

How could I? How could I forget you?

“Cub.”

Time’s voice is soft, softer even than the footsteps Wild had not heard.

He doesn’t lift his head. 

A hand settles on his back. Its weight is warm and welcome, even in this eternity of self-imposed winter.

Wild’s breath hitches. 

“What happened?”

It smells of iron and mold. He closes his eyes.

“You remembered something.” 

Time’s voice is calm, level, knowing. Sorrowful. Wild remains silent. 

A pause that gives way for the gentle song of nature. The whisper of bowing trees, the scurry of tiny feet, the lilting calls of birds.

“You remembered…someone.”

It rises within him, drawn like a moth to flame at the sound of the understanding in Time’s voice. Wild lacks the strength to keep back the agonized whisper.

“My sister.”

There should be a sharp intake of breath, an exclamation, a silence weighted with poignance. Time allows none of those things. He is quiet, but only so that when Wild’s words come tumbling forth, they have space to land.

“I can’t believe I forgot her! I loved her, Time, I loved her so much. I promised to protect her, I swore that I would and I didn’t! I didn’t!” 

He shoves himself up, eyes crazed, hair bedraggled, dirt carved in the grooves tears have carved upon his cheeks and neck. 

“I let her die!” His voice shatters and this time he cannot shove it in a box, cannot lock it up and swallow the key. To do that would be to perish himself. “I’m her big brother and I let her die.”

Time regards him with surging emotion and chilled detachment. Wild lacks the will to try and decipher what terrible things he must be thinking.

“Come here, cub,” he says, when a short moment of eternity has passed. And he is sitting close, close and it is a simple thing to collapse into his open arms. 

“I’m sorry.”

The words penetrate, burn their way towards his heart. Wild hisses, choking on salt that sears.

“We lose much upon this rocky path. I wish it were different.” 

Bloodied fingers fisted in Time’s white tunic, Wild briefly contemplates wiping the snot from his nose. He decides against it. Lifting a hand is more than he can manage right now.

“I will not pretend that you can reunite with her, even now that you have regained your memory. Which was not taken of your consent.”

Time’s fingers are in his hair. He brushes the tangled mass back and away from the muck that cakes Wild’s face. Gently, he pries the strands apart, coaxes them into sections.

“One thing I know for certain, however.”

He takes one group of silken gold, twines it with another. A third meets in the middle.

“Every meeting leads to a parting.”

One trio joins another and another until the endless tresses are united cascading cords.

“But that parting need not be forever. For those who are gone, are never truly. They are with us, even now, standing by our sides, waiting for the day when we will meet once more.”

Wild lifts his head, tucks a mischievous strand behind his ear. His fingertips brush the silken petals of a blossom.

He draws it out, gazes at it. 

“One more guess, big brother. One more.”

Time smiles, soft, kind, so vulnerable he looks more like a timid child than their stalwart leader. 

“At least, that is what Malon says. And I’m inclined to believe everything she tells me.”

Wild’s lips quirk up even as tears turn his vision to swirling orbs of color and light. He cups the flower with careful hands, reaches up, tucks it behind his ear.

“Fine. I’ll just tell you!

“My braids are pretty cause you taught me.

“You taught me, Link.” 

[dreaming-of-lu]

cause it's me birfday eue decided to spoil myself with the soulmates au. A special surprise at the end 👀

Time

Normally, one would scream at the sight of a vast, wide open field of grass rather than their room being the first sight to see when waking up,

"Did I fucking die?" instead was the first thing that came out of your mouth. The wind was cool against your skin, lightly ruffling your bed mess hair. Miles around was knee high grass, no trees or civilization around. Just the green grass of mother earth and the blue skies with clouds that looked straight out of Ghibli movie.

"I died, didn't I?"

"I wouldn't necessarily say that-" a short yelp left your lips at the sudden voice appearing next to your ear. You scrambled back in shock, stumbling over yourself to get away from the mysterious, possibly stranger danger. Your eyes landed on the man that somehow happened to quietly sneak up on you, your words caught in your throat at the sight of him.

Long pointy ears, shoulder-length blonde hair, red and blue markings that framed his face, low brows lightly furrowed and...his right eye is shut due to a scar overlining it. Though his remaining eye made your breath hitched due to how blue it was,

"Yeah, I'm dead."

A soft snort left him before clearing his throat, "I promise you aren't, what is your name?"

"I-," you made a face at him, "why should I trust you?"

He lift his hand, pinching his arm that made your own sting, "Ow!"

"Because I am your soulmate."

First

The night seemed endless due to how long it was dragging on. With the ailed fragments of sleep begging for him to close his eyes, yet they held wide open to the stars of the night.

'Can't sleep, handsome?' their voice was like warm water drifting around him in a bath after a long day of hard work. A pleased, tired sigh left his lips, making his muscles eased from the tension his body felt. He weakly smiles to himself,

'Not without you by my side, that is.' The light snort that they gave him had his smile become more genuine, and heart pounding against his chest. The soft flush of heat burned his cheeks and neck as they softly laughed at his comment,

'Ever so the heartbreaker, my love,' they lightly teased.

'Maybe to others,' he huffs, 'though to you, my sweet, I shall carry it carefully as if it's a precious gem throughout the land, even when I meet you. It'll still be beside me.'

It's suddenly quiet, causing him to worry and flustered that he might've said something wrong to them. Only to hear a soft sniffle, 'That's...that's the sweetest, sappiest thing any one had said to me. You're too cute.'

His ears wiggled in delight. Goddesses, he felt like a school girl due to how giddy and mushy he felt, 'I'll shower you in them till you melt in them, my heart.'

They tearfully laughed, 'Okay, sap bucket, try and get some sleep, hmm?'

'Stay with me until I do?'

'Always, my darling.'

Drac

"Why this?" You blinked up from your book at the platinum blonde that took his place next to you on the sofa in the parlor room. He wasn't wearing the normal day to day werewolf shawl, instead, fortaking the shawl and adventuring attire to comfortable clothes to lounge around in. It seemed Aryll was put to sleep easily, since her moans and groans of pain used to distill the air of the house they both reside in.

The chain soft snores in the other room was definitely one to be jealous of due to how easily they knocked out. Though, you can't bring yourself to be angry too much, since the beds were soft enough to ease any ailments they might've felt throughout the day.

You shut the book, placing it aside on the table next to the sofa before turning your attention to him, "why what? did something happen?"

He gives you a flat look, grumbling lightly as he rolled his left sleeve to reveal dark ink marked upon his pale skin. He nods his head to it, "we share the same marks."

You stared wide eyed at the ink that lined his thick forearm; vines rolled around in swirls, flowers with fairies splattered here and there. The same picture that lined your own,

"I-I uhm-"

"While I don't mind the pretty ink, however, getting side eyed for it is not one that I want to deal with," He raised a brow at the shock silence that overcame your form.

"I...I think we're...yanno...soulmates?" you give him a sheepish look, grimacing when his stare hardens.

"...Well, that explains it," he leans backwards in the seat, "...could've chose a different place for it though."

"Asshole," you puffed, "I wanted something pretty to make me feel a little more confident and-"

You squeaked when his hand cupped your chin, he carefully maneuver you in laying position. His other hand came right down next to your head as his body hovered over you, he lowered his face, letting his lips ghost against yours. Gosh, was his eyes always this intense?

He smirked, "is this your way of saying we're married?"

"...you ass."

He snickers.

[triforce-of-mischief]

[@taddy-cat requested a sleepy prompt: wind and four having sleepy blanket cuddles]

please reblog to show your support! likes do nothing.

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Four was walking around camp, negotiating for everyone's blankets, and Wind tried not to assume anything as he stared. There were so many people in their group, they had enough bedding to make an awesome blanket fort- but Wind had never guessed that Four would be the one to make it.

Wind knew that Four was a lot older than he looked. It was hard to pretend that they were they same age, with Four usually wanting to sit and read a book instead of doing something fun with Wind. They were friends, in the weird way that Wind was friends with Legend- not enough for Wind to feel like a little brother, but it wasn't the same as Tetra or Komali.

Sure enough, Four came to him last, a few corners trailing on the dirt as he hauled the pile of blankets over.

"Do you want mine too?" Wind asked, digging in his bag for it.

"Mm, yeah. Actually, can you help me?" Four said, almost sounding a little shy.

"Yeah! Are we making a blanket fort?" Wind jumped to his feet, holding his single blanket.

Four nodded and led him to a rock with a low overhang, and they draped a couple blankets over it as curtains before bringing the rest inside.

"This is a great idea, Four," Wind said happily as they flopped onto their blanket nest.

Four hummed, one hand sneaking up to his mouth without him noticing. He nibbled on his finger for a moment before snatching it away, going to fidget with his earring instead. His eyes faded from purple to red, matching the blush on his ears.

Wind pretended not to notice and burrowed under the blankets. He held out a hand and pulled Four down to join him. He expected Four to sprawl out like when they shared a bed, both of them fighting for as much space as possible, but the smaller teen curled up against him instead. Four felt even tinier than normal- he felt younger, even more than Aryll, and Wind let himself go back to his old habits.

Four had forgotten to take his headband off, so Wind gently did it for him. He ran his fingers through Four's hair, repeating it when he heard quiet, happy coos. Wind hugged Four tight as their breathing slowed, both of them falling asleep in their blanket fort.

[milkyplier]

I,, don’t really have a reason to hold this back and I’m too impatient to do it just in case so here’s another Rescue Ranch AU snippet

@skyloftian-nutcase it isn’t much but here, maybe it will help ease your misery :’) also @telemna-hyelle you wanted to know who I killed? Well, read on and find out :)

TW: Mentions of death/war, general trauma :’)

Numb.

That is the only word to describe what Warriors feels as he rides through the village he once called home. It’s now little more than debris and ashes, shrouded the burned and collapsing shells of houses and stores. He wants to urge Royal into a gallop, and get to his house as fast as possible, but he knows that won’t do. Royal is unafraid as he picks his way carefully through the wreckage. He’s served to faithfully, Warriors can’t bring himself to make the horse sacrifice care for speed. He might get hurt. That, and a part of Warriors knows his family is dead. Granny and his half siblings, Wind and Aryll…he knows they can’t have made it through whatever hell befell their home. He won’t be satisfied until he knows for sure, until he sees their house and…and them…and that’s why he doesn’t urge Royal faster. The longer he stays away, the longer he can hold onto the shred of false hope that says they could still be alive.

It’s foolish hope. And he knows he must squash it, because he has to know. Give them a proper burial, if he can. Honor them in whatever way he can manage, after failing them so badly.

The small seaside house comes into view and sure enough—it matches all the others. Half-destroyed, still smoking, a little. Warriors dismounts Royal, and somehow his legs hold him up. Heavy, mindless steps carry him towards the wreckage. It’s getting harder and harder to breathe. Behind him, Royal whinnies. Warriors spins around to face him—that whinny means someone is there and usually “someone” is a monster. Royal is standing there, ears and eyes open off Warriors’ left. He sees a flash of bright yellow and sea blue out of the corner of his eye and his gaze snaps towards it.

Wind, his little half-brother, stands frozen a few yards away. He must have been standing behind the far side of the house. That wall was mostly intact, which explains why Warriors didn’t see him.

They stand there for a solid six seconds, just staring at each other. Warriors doesn’t dare move. What if this is a dream, or a hallucination, and moving breaks it. He’s stuck in time. His breath is stolen from his lungs.

Wind takes a step forward, and then his second step launches him into a sprint and he barrels towards Warriors with more speed than an angry lizalfos. Warriors is unable to do more than fall to his knees and catch Wind in his arms, wrapping his little brother in a hug so tight his arms ache. He is unable to stop the tears from falling, especially when he hears Wind start to sob. He knows he’s supposed to be strong for him, but Wind will just have to forgive him for it later because in that moment Warriors has no strength for anything else.

They eventually run out of tears, and just sit there on the ground in some degree of shock. The silence carries unspoken terror, of everything they’ve seen, and the only freshly broken grief that they were alone.

“I thought you were dead,” Wind whispers after a long time.

A dozen replies drift through Warriors’ head. “I thought you were too.” “But I’m not. I came back for you.” “I feel dead.” But when he opens his mouth to say something, no words come out. He settled for squeezing Wind even tighter.

“…Grandma and Aryll didn’t make it.”

Ice replaces the blood in Warriors’ body. Did he watch it happen? Hylia, please say he didn’t have to watch.

“I just finished burying them.”

Goddesses. He’s only 14. Why? Why?

Yet more tears blur his vision, and he presses his face into Wind’s shock of yellow hair.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

The words become too wracked with sobs to distinguish them. Wind is silent the entire time. Warriors is ashamed of the way it seems more like Wind is comforting him than the other way around, but four years of ignoring it all finally bubbles to the surface and he is helpless to stop it.

It feels like they stay that way for hours before Warriors finally, finally runs completely out of tears to cry. He allows himself a few minutes to collect himself, before giving Wind one last squeeze and rising unsteadily to his feet. Wind grabs his hand, and he grips it without the intention of ever letting it go.

“We’ll pay our respects to Grandma and Aryll.” He says. “And then we’re getting the hell out of here. They wouldn’t want us to stay.”

Wind nods, and the brothers make their way to the pair of graves on the far side of the house, facing the ocean. Warriors doesn’t remember his legs ever being this stiff and achey. Regardless, they spend another hour gathering wildflowers and seashells to decorate the graves with. The sun is setting by the time they find themselves standing in front of the duel mounds, staring down at the little messy bouquets and colorful shells. They’re both completely silent, shocked and numb and exhausted.

A chilly breeze directs Warriors’ gaze up to the sky.

“…Let’s go. It’s getting dark.”

Wind doesn’t say anything, but he also doesn’t resist when Warriors starts walking away from the graves and, still holding hands, gently pulls Wind with him.

They walk silently back to wear Royal still stands in front of the house, having moved only a few yards further in order to graze. Warriors decides it will be more comfortable for all parties if they ride bareback, and removes his old and worn military-issued saddle off Royal’s back, abandoning it on the ground a few feet away without a second glance. He mounts first, and then helps Wind up, settling his little brother in front of him. With a softy click of his tongue and a squeeze of his heels, Royal starts walking. Warriors turns him northeast, away from the sea.

They’ve only traveled a few yards when Wind lets out an ear splitting wail, laden with grief and sheer exhaustion. Warriors lets him, even though his instincts say noise will attract monsters. He lets Wind scream and cry until be can’t anymore, and he slumps against Warriors, fast asleep.

Warriors sighs gently through his nose, feeling his own anguish swirling in his chest, threatening to escape in a similar manner. He forces it all down, down, down as far as it will go, locking it there with a promise to keep Wind safe.

As long as Wind needs him to be his pillar, he will not shed another tear.

[majorproblems77]

Hi all! Bonus links updated! Which means I am back to ramble about it! :D

Hello hello!! :D

Hope you are all having a wonderful day (And if not maybe some rambling can make it better!) Bonus links is back with Homesick part 5.

I LOVE THIS COMIC

Nuff said :D

Im kidding, but im also not kidding. This comic is wonderful and always so well done! I love it sm, also mandatory Loft my beloved, because he is the bestest boy in the worlds.

For the important stuff! All art belongs to @bonus-links and the artist @ezdotjpg. Please go and look at their other stuff too! And I once again thank you for letting me do these.

You can find a link to the comic here!!! Please go and give the original post some love!

Now, Grab a drink, and some popcorn cause I am about to take you on a journey. Mainly a rambling journey, but a journey nonetheless!

Let's do this!

Loft.... Loft are you remembering the same trip I am cause you looked horrified. Im sure he kinda had fun eventually but I remember the shenanigans.

Wake is just happy to be here.

And poor wolf. He Frow up! (This made me cackle so much thank you)

Wake really do be :3 Gives me cat vibes.

I love how expressive he is. He's so proud of himself.

Oh my god, these two deserve the literal world I love them so damn much okay.

(Is this analysis just gonna be me hyping about all of these guys for 30 minutes. Probably, but that's what you signed up for so.... :D )

Okay okay okay

So, Aryll has a joy pendant and this gives me joy, did wake give to her from his adventure? That makes me so happy.

And Tetra! Holy hell she looks so cool! Badass bitch over here and I am here for it.

Also, just to check, Thats Linebecks jacket, right? The one he wore in phantom hourglass. I dont remember seeing him give it to Tetra at any point in time. So, how is it she's come across it?

I assume it's just he gave it to her at one point and she wears it as a sign of respect?

Ohno.... OH NO

Tetra looks like she is about to kill Ganondorf all over again, Also also, the background behind Tetra. Protective mode activated.

This one, I am loving how it looks like water. I was literally screaming, though, you get that feeling you recognise something? It's something Something about the water.

I'll be back...

(Investigates)

OHHHHHHHHHH

ITS FROM THE GANON PICTURE, ITS FROM THE GANON PICTURE. FROM THE UPDATE THEY MET WAKE.

THIS ONE

(From Homesick pt3 - link here!)

Also the shadows? The way the light comes up from below her rather than above her at this point. The final fight had this in the final stages. A nice detail.

This is the face of fear

Help him

Man is about to get killed, tetra is to be feared and I love her.

Also

I THOUGHT THE EYEPATCH WAS A FASHION STATEMENT WHAT HAPPENED. WAKE ARE YOU OKAY?

She has a point. Stabbing Ganondorf in the head is what caused him to turn to stone, so for all she knows Ganondorf could be walking around right now causing havoc.

And how, casual Wake is about it is probably not helping.

I love how protective of Gran Gran Tetra is, (as she should be Gran Gran is wonderful) and she has a point Wake like the hell why are you bringing in shenanigans on your poor Gran Gran's birthday.

HE

LOFT BELOVED

TRULY THE MASTER OF STANDING IN ALL TIMELINES I LOVE HIM A HEALTHY AMOUNT

okay im done

Yeah, Wake go and see your Gran Gran. Can't believe you are late so rude to Gran Gran.

Also him tucking the windwaker in the back of his belt, a nice touch!

Also, I know it's not meant to be a lil face, but I can't unsee the lil face on Tetras cheek. It's so angry and sad and I love it.

Tetra's inner demon is just as mad as she is

Oh my god I love Gran Gran so much

She is actually beloved because she's so sweet! And Wake loves his gran so much I just ahhhhhh

I love them

His little squishy face oh bless him.

Linebeck, Linebeck please, he's lowkey their uncle. Look at how disappointed Wake and Aryll look.

Gran Gran you look wonderful.

Oh they all got towels thats so sweet

Also I am loving the backgrounds, the inside of Gran Gran's House is just wonderful.

So here is some of the stuff I've spotted, which from my understanding come from a mix of Windwaker and Phantom hourglass.

Yahaha! You found him! :D

What I believe is the Town flower? I think that's right.

A Ruto crown I believe!

They went ice skating and thats adorable

Look at this boy

How could you not love him?

Cause I do

Loft my beloved

Me figuring out if this is saying Lie to my gran or Dont lie to my gran because of that hand.

Pretty sure it's Lie to my Gran. But I think it's funnier if it's, Dont lie to my gran.

Take it as you will

Loft using Groose, he looks so nervous I love him,

Wolf picking Rusl makes me so happy. Man is a hometown kid.

Slate, the sweet darling boy. I love all of them very much. Also, with that smug face, he 100% knew what he was doing.

This is the look of a man who likes you because his grandmother approves of you.

Also, I think I would literally die for Gran Gran i love her to pieces and if anything happens to her I will go on a rampage, (Affectionally, with a tub of ice cream)

This update was wholesome I loved it. AND THOSE BACKGROUNDS YES.

Background appreciation time

Look at the detail on the boat!

Even out of focus the fact that you can see the blades of long grass or the hatching on the window.

(ALso look at how sweet my blorbo is Loft beloved)

I just love how much detail is in the house or on the tree to the right hand side here.

And the little flowers just outside I see you. so cute!

Now inside the House is just so incredible looking.

The small details on the blanket on the bed, or the pictures on the wall. The fact that you can make out what they are at this distance is just so cool okay.

Again, the details on the items on the shelf, or in the flowers in the top right-hand corner.

It's just incredible how detailed stuff is and I love it.

Love it so much!

Okay thats my rambles done for another update. Thanks for following along!

I hope you have a great day! :D

[rrain-writes]

A little one shot I wrote. All you need to know is Links mother was Sheika, and it is set after botw. Enjoy!

Link didn’t understand what was going on.

People wearing uniform similar to his papa’s had marched into the house while the family had been eating breakfast.

Papa had stood and asked what they were doing there, making the face he did when Link did something wrong. It was a rare occasion Link and Aryll got to see him, so that was probably why.

The men had started demanding something about a sword and Link himself. 

The young boy wondered if it had anything to do with the sparkly sword he had found a couple of days ago that his parents had told him to hide, the sword they discussed in hushed whispers at night that made Link want to sink deep down.

His Papa was yelling at the men now, and Mama had started crying.

���You can’t take him! He’s a child!’ She stood in front of him protectively, and although he didn’t understand what was going on he gathered it was bad.

Aryll clung onto his shirt. Link put a protective arm in front of her, mirroring his mother.

‘Mama.’ He said, quietly, tugging on her skirt.

She stifled a sob, and when she looked down at him her he saw tears forming glistening paths down her pretty face.

People often said he looked like her.

Aryll screamed as one of the men grabbed Papa and punched him, again and again.

Mama screamed too. ‘Don’t touch him! Don’t hurt my husband, please!’ Her white hair moved as she shook her head.

One of the men growled something. It sounded Hylian, but Link was only just starting to learn that language in school.

Mama replied in the same language, fists clenched.

The sound of skin hitting skin reverberated in Links ears, and he wouldn’t be forgetting the sound anytime soon.

Mama sank to the ground. Turning to hold Link close, she whispered something for only him to hear. 

‘Be strong my little dragon. It will be alright.’ 

She pulled away once again, fierce determination on her face.

Then Mama turned and faced the men again.

A knife from the kitchen table was in her hand.

Papa wasn’t moving.

Aryll pressed against his side.

‘Run!’ She commanded him.

Later, he would wish he had gone back to help her. But in the moment he only listened to her orders, grabbing Aryll’s hand in his own and sprinting out the back door.

-

‘-ink. Link? Oh, you’re ok.’

A woman knelt in front of him, but her hair was not white, but gold, and her eyes were not his mother’s comforting scarlet, but a soft green.

‘Zelda.’ He said.

‘Memory?’ She asked gently.

He turned away. ‘Did you know how the soldiers came to bring me to the castle after I drew the sword?’

She frowned. ‘No, but were young, weren’t you?’

Link went to speak, but his tongue felt heavy and throat burned. He raised his hands instead.

They hurt my father first. He began to sign.

Zelda listened, like he knew she would.

‘Oh Link.’ She breathed when he was done. Leaning forward, her gentle arms wrapped around his shaking body.

They stayed that way for a while. Not as a princess and a hero, but friends comforting one another. 

If anyone saw them, they should see two children sitting in a field of flowers. You could almost forget about the ruins of a life that once drowned them.

[arecaceae175]

PRIDE ASK!!! can I get some Ace Wind rep, it's not just a phase! and it's no less valid just because they're teenagers!!!! RAHHHHHH

HIIII of course here you go <3

Summary: Wind helps Twilight become comfortable with his asexuality. 431 words, fluff and super mild hurt/comfort.

“SO!” Wind exclaimed, leaning dramatically over the back of the log Twilight was sitting against. Twilight jumped, hands clenching the sides of the book he was reading. 

“I heard you think you might be ace,” Wind continued. 

Twilight blushed, ears wiggling downward. When he spoke, his drawl was hushed and quick. “How’d you know?”

Wind hopped over the log and settled with his shoulder pressed into Twilight’s arm. He felt Twilight relax at the contact.

“Through my glorious powers of observation,” Wind said, gesturing widely with his arms. “You’re always quiet when the others are talking about their sex stuff I’m not supposed to hear. Plus, I used to get the same look on my face when people talked about attraction. I get it. Am I right?”

Twilight sighed and closed his book, then pulled his knees to his chest. "You’re right. I… I dunno. Hearing you and Legend talk about asexuality… it feels right to me, in a way other labels don’t.

“Yeah?” Wind smiled widely, looking at Twilight encouragingly. Twilight rested his chin on his arms and did something with his mouth that could’ve been a smile, if a smile got mauled by wolves.

Heh. Wolves. Because Wolfie. 

Wind mentally shook himself, bringing his focus back to Twilight. “What’s that face about?”

“I dunno. Just… I’m 23. Shouldn’t I have figured this out by now?”

Wind shrugged and rested his head on Twilight’s shoulder. “Look, the only reason I know is because Gramma is awesome and taught me an Aryll about all kinds of different sexuality and attraction and gender stuff. Perks of a trans grandma. It doesn’t matter if you’re 87 or 13. Your sexuality is yours, and yours to discover at your own pace.”

Twilight was silent for a moment, letting Wind’s words filter through his mind. Then, his shoulders shook with a silent laugh. “Did you take that line from your gran’s talk?”

“Normally I would defend my honor, but I am proud to admit my gramma is a badass. So yes.”

Twilight laughed and lightly pushed Wind with his shoulder. Wind pushed back, then wiggled underneath Twilight’s arm. Twilight rubbed his shoulder, though Wind suspected it was more about soothing himself than Wind. 

“Soooo…” Wind said. “Do you have any questions?”

Twilight sighed again. “I don’t know. I mean, it feels right. I’m just…”

“Can I tell you about the day I decided I was asexual?” Wind asked. 

“Oh, yes, please.”

“It’s not a very inspirational story, since my gramma’s so chill and open about everything. But one day, after Aryll was back home safe…”

[trulytiredhermit]

I have a wonderful idea. ( i always do, it's the confidence darling. )

Think about this, the reader from the modern world who was a voice actor of one of the Links, one of the Zeldas or any other characters.

Bonus points if the reader's voice is wildly different from the said character that nobody will believe that they are the voice actor of that character until they actually do it.

But then the Yandere Links will ask how they are able to voice them and we'd probably give them an existential crisis if we told them..

"No because it's actually easy to change my voice to [Character], AHEM AHEM.."

*'The reader's voice change to a deep or a more higher pitch

[insert a line on how the character would typically introduce themselves in the actual game/show or how they think that character would introduce themselves]

I said "show" than just game because of Courage.

Of course the Cartoon Link and CDI Link would be there too, their reactions will be hilarious i just know it.

Oh jeez, all the boys would be having existential crises and/or reoccurring trauma depending on who Reader voices.

For example if the Reader voiced any character that members of the chain had been close to that they have a sad past with. Well, hopefully Reader is just nice about it and doesn’t bring it up. (Ahem Navi, Marin, literally ANY of the champions, etc).

However if Reader was one of the Link’s voice actor then I feel like it’d be absolutely hilarious. Reader would say the most outrageous things in their voice and just catch the chain, and the Link, in question off guard.

For example could you just imagine Legend and Reader arguing over something and then Reader just whips out Legend’s voice on him.

Legend: I did NOT say that! I said-

Reader: Oh horseshit! You said, and I quote,-

Reader, clearing their throat, now speaking with Legend’s voice: “The map says we should take the left path, there should be a chest in there somewhere with loot or a key. And because I’m sooooo smart and know everything you should listen to me. Blah blah blah,” And then what happened! The floor starting projectile vomiting tiles at us!

Legend, taken aback: … first of all, how the hell did you just do that and secondly, I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT THE DAM-

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Or Reader having been Time’s voice actor and so they just use that to scare the rest of the chain or make Time laugh.

Like idk if y’all have heard the parody of Fly Me To The Moon, but Reader would DEFINITELY take advantage of Time’s voice to sing that parody.

Time, quietly cleaning his armor:…

Reader, coming from out of nowhere: Hey Time wanna hear a song from my people?

Time, sensing something’s wrong already: Oh, no that’s quite fine [Nam-

Reader: Great! Here is Fuck the Moon!

Time, fighting a grin off his face now listening intently: … you have my attention.

Reader, singing in Time’s voice:

Fly me to the moon.

And let me kick it’s fucking ass.

Let me show it what I learned in my moon jujitsu class

In other words

Catch these hands

In other words

Coward, fight me

Fill my heartless void

And let me see you explode

You are all I ever hated

So please just gooo!

In other words…

Fuck the mooooooooon

In other words..

I hate you!

Reader, out breath: so what’d you think?

Time, discreetly wiping a tear from his eye: Beautiful, absolutely perfect. I’m not even gonna question the voice thing right now.

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Or like Wild and Wind are getting up to shenanigans and then they just hear Time’s disappointed voice from behind them like:

Wild and Wind getting up to stuff they shouldn’t:

Time’s voice sounding from behind them: And just what do you boys think you’re doing.

Wild and wind: !!!!!

They turn around only to see Reader holding back a grin and struggling to not break their composure.

Wild: Oh goddesses, I thought I was going to die a second time.

Wind: You’re telling me! That was worse then when Grandma and Aryll got mad at me.

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Time of course knows about Reader using his voice to prank the others and is all for it. That man is a prankster through and through and he is living for the chain being on edge not knowing if it’ll be him or Reader they encounter.

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Sad to say I’m not too familiar with the cringe Links but I know for fact that Reader would interrupt one of them with the “Well, excuuuuuuuuuse me Link!” And the Link in turn would just stare in betrayal and awe.

It’d turn into the Spider-Man’s pointing at each meme. Bonus points if Reader dresses up as them when they do it.

Also love the confidence darling, keep it up. 😂

[st0rmyskies]

Renault Avantime

Acura Legend

Nissan Skyline

Renault Wind

Ford Ranger Wildtrack

Toyota FourRunner

Renault Twizy

Eagle Malon TSi

Rolls Royce Silver Shadow

Mitsubishi L200 Warriors

Ducati Diavel Dark

Range Roolie

This anon knows that I am secretly a Car Guy™.

Renault Avantime

Look at this thing. Look at this European-ass Ford Flex wannabe bullshit. It gets some points for being a coupe, somehow - Time would rather not drive around with a back door that someone could pop into at will - but even a sick set of tints isn't going to hide his embarrassment at this beaky profile. There's a nose joke in there somewhere. 3/10.

Acura Legend

Impeccable. Looks like someone's first car so that they can haul ass back and forth to college several times a year. Ravio and Legend rip out the back seats to make room for as much product as this shitty 2.5L can manage. The back is also positively PLASTERED in the most amazing sarcastic bumper stickers you can imagine (Bestie Please Let Me Merge, I Fucked Bigfoot, etc.). 10/10

Nissan Skyline

Some part of me hurts to think that Sky would be a Nissan driver, but that's my own personal bias. Does look like something he would take out for weekend track days or the odd drag strip competition and wipe the floor with others. When Groose pulls up he parks entirely too close and gets Sky's rare scowl for even joking about having scratched the paint. 8/10

Renault Wind

Look at this fuckin thing. Wind hates it. Daddy bought it for him as a "Sorry I missed your 16th birthday!" gift. The only saving grace is that it's not the powder blue version; Wind would have turned those keys right over to Aryll SO FAST. It's hardly big enough for him to bring a surfboard to the beach in. The convertible is a nice touch for sunset beach drives though. 5/10.

Ford Ranger Wildtrak

Can you imagine??? Can you imagine?????? Wild wakes up one morning after a night of hard partying to suddenly remember, "I have a car." He digs through his old belongings to produce a nondescript keychain - which he promptly switches out for a big sparkly white puffball - and wanders off into the world to find where he parked THIS truck of Champion's. The ENERGY of seeing tiny Wild with his long hair blowing out the side window as he rolls up in THIS THING is hysterical to me. He will literally never be able to double-park it and just pull it up over the sidewalk to leave it in Time's yard. 11/10.

Toyota FourRunner

If one person - if ONE PERSON - makes a short joke Four is gonna flip the fuck out. He'll need the version with side rails so he can actually get into the damn thing, probably, and the seat adjuster is aftermarket so that he can bring the driver's seat up high enough to see over the steering wheel. Bonus points, though, that he can drive right over all the haters. However, I would argue that this isn't the best city car for someone like Four. Yes it can haul lots of junk in the back for his work needs, but a pickup truck - and something older that he can service himself - would suit him a bit better. 7/10

Renault Twizy

Sure, let's put the anxious kid on the highway between two 18-wheelers in this little Fisher Price death trap. His shoulders wouldn't fit inside this thing, let alone his ass. 0/10

Eagle Malon TSi

Well if this isn't a divorcee car then I don't know what is. Does get some points since it looks like it would run badly forever, which is the solid basis of any good farmer's errand car. I do like to think, though, that Malon would have a bit more self respect than this. 1/10.

Rolls Royce Silver Shadow

I had to include the photo with the text because that's so something Shadow would make himself. Four loudly and vehemently disagrees; he's spent more time on his back beneath that engine bay fixing electrical issues nearly as quickly as Shadow can cause them. Perhaps the aftermarket tablet screen he had installed in the center console at some dubious backyard mechanic was a bad idea. Also I bet that engine is so fucking loud and puts out NO power. 7/10

Mitsubishi L200 Warriors

What the hell and fuck is this? What are all the antennae for, so he can be tuned in to the latest Sephora sale?? And the extra lighting, is that for his Instagram photoshoots??? Ew, do you think Wars is an Instagram influencer???? -0.5/10

Ducati Diavel Dark

Oh, this is canon. 15/10

Range Roolie

I just had a visceral reaction picturing our own Doctor Hyrule, MD, rolling around town in this thing hopelessly lost. He somehow keeps missing all the turns on his GPS. The OnStar dispatcher eventually gets to know him by name. They just talk while he's on his way to work in the morning. 10/10

[errorwarblesrr]

I'm terrible with coming up with conversation topics, especially on the fly, but uhh uhh uhh who is your favourite link and why are you correct for it being wind waker <3 (wjajdhsk no it is an actual question. I feel like a more interesting question would be who's your favourite Zelda and why, so maybe answer that instead? Idk I just hope college is kinder to you soon u_u <3)

Thank you for the ask and the last message. I really appreciate it 💕💕💕 (I hope so too lol)

I can answer both questions >:]

Well, you already know my favorite Link, it's Wind Waker lol. I don't think I have gotten into why he is my favorite, though. I've always been drawn to silly characters so he kinda just perfectly fits that criteria. I was just naturally drawn to him at this silly little guy who is constantly expressing himself. I found though that the more I thought back on Wind Waker the more reasons I find to like the little guy. I enjoy how impulsive he is, especially when it comes to saving the ones he cares about. On that note how he genuinely just wants to help people, I know the "haha he's a pirate now so he's gonna do pirate things" is fun, but he is genuinely a good kid. There's a sidequest where he stops a thievery and the ONLY correct dialogue options have him be kind and compassionate, but he admits that he is honest and calls himself "an ally of justice!". To my knowledge it's one of the few times there is correct dialogue so I'm choosing to believe that's canon compared to something like Skyward Sword where you can get the same results from different paths of dialogues and options if that makes sense. I think it's cute how he and Aryll have matching bracelets in their outset clothes (no one else has these on outset) he's apparently a fasionista too so I'd like to imagine he made those for her or they did it together. Uhhh okay this is getting too long and I'm just rambling so tldr

This is very rambly I'm sorry. Maybe one day I'll do an actual more thought out post lol.

For my favorite Zelda, it's definitely Spirit Tracks. A Zelda who is actually with us the whole time and plays an active role in the story while growing as a character and has a charming personality? Yes please! I genuinely she is the best Zelda no contest. We first hand get to see her grow from someone who wanted nothing to do with the adventure to playing an active role and even seems excited to take the step in the adventure. It's hard to talk about Spirit Tracks without bringing up the Link and Zelda dynamic but they are really the best duo out of all of them imo. It's def not as noticeable or big as Zelda's arc but Link does have an arc of his own and it's definitely in part because of Zelda. They both help each other grow. Enough of that though since this is supposed to be about Zelda. I think it's great how even though she is a lot more feminine than Tetra she still has that sass showing their connection. On that note her femininity isn't a weakness and rather they play it up for comedy but not in a way they are making fun of her for it if that makes sense. Idk tldr

[thefullmetalhylianau]

Fullmetal Hylian (art by NaijMizuho)

What you see here is part of my Au called “Fullmetal Hylian” basically it’s a remake of Fullmetal Alchemist but with Nintendo characters. Right here we have Link and Aryll as Edward and Alphonse Elric, two teens who after comitting the ultimate taboo when they were just kids to bring their mother back, ended up losing everything with Link losing an Arm and a Leg while Aryll lost her body. Now the two must travel the country of Ragna Ferox in order to find a way to get their bodies back to normal while also uncovering a deep and long running conspiracy that will threaten the world.

I’d like to thank NaijMizuo at Twitter for drawing this for me. Go visit him.

Also if you’re interested in this Au, please go read it at Ao3 under my user name “Darthflores”, currently I’m taking a break because of schools but once finals are over, I’ll go back. So enjoy.

[apricusnights]

Chapter One: The World Is On Fire.

Miranda Fisher: "Run this by me again? I just got back and my brain is a little scrambled by having to fight a giant mutant octopus crab."

Hadrian Ves: "From the description given I don't think it would be classified as an octopus crab."

Fisher: "Not the point Ves, tell me what the hell is happening out there."

Ves: "Shortly before we started picking up the emergency beacons from all of the Olympus escape crafts we received word of attacks from all over the globe."

"Nivis, Calere, Kwailai, Réunion, Crepusculum, Völsung. We're assuming other nations as well that either haven't reported in or are choosing not to report anything to us. Major public figures have been attacked, some of them have been taken out."

"Most of the time the would be assassins are either taken out by local law enforcement or they do it themselves. So far we haven't heard of anyone being brought in alive, not even here."

Fisher: "Have we learned anything from the remains?"

Ves: "Unfortunately yes. Every single assailant has been identified as being from a different nation. No one is taking responsibility, not even the more well known crime families. We've got governments threatening other governments while they search for answers."

"So far there is nothing linking any of the assailants together. Even if there was it might be too late to convince some of the leaders that this was more than likely a setup."

Fisher: "What about what happened here? What have we got?"

Ves: "Well there have been a few suspects that managed to slip away. Some were successful, some weren't. If you can believe it, there was an attack on Andrasta Ciar. You have to have some balls to try something like that. Course she handled it but her attacker got away."

Fisher: "Oh creation. Tiberius is going to be furious. The last thing I need right now is Ciar Security tearing districts apart trying to find this idiot."

Roland Marigold: "You're a little late on that. I've managed to convince them to stand down for the time being but I don't know how long this is going to last. We need to get ahold of Larsen and have him temporarily close down the docks."

Fisher: "Get on that, and restrict the airspace as well. I can not risk every single one of these people managing to get away and leaving us with no answers."

Ves: "You'll be less than pleased to know that every other nation seems to have the same idea. I'm getting reports of borders being locked down. Seems like nobody is in any hurry to trust anyone else."

Fisher: "Contact the Detective Network. Tell Victoria this is a code red. I need every detective agency, and freelancer out there trying to locate the suspects or at the very lest get some answers."

Amelia Rowan: "Way ahead of you Ma'am. Victoria has sent word to the Liddells, the Mashiros, the Bounty Hunters, and every freelance detective she has in her contact list."

Fisher: "Marigold, get ahold of our imposing friend and bring him in on this. We need any assistance we can get."

Marigold: "Pretty sure the big guy is already on a case trying to locate a missing person but I'll see what I can do."

Fisher: "Get Cobalt and Maza out there. I need communication with the police force as well. Try and make sure none of the private groups like Ciar Security start shit."

"That goes double for the Templars and the Potentialist Inner Circle."

Rowan: "On it."

Fisher: "What a fuckin mess this is..."

Ves: "Don't worry, I've already formulated three different plans to deal with it."

Fisher: "Well get to work, you have my authorization to do access whatever you need."

Ves: "If I may ask, where are you headed?"

Fisher: "To get Aryl. We're going to go check out something that has been bothering me since I got back. Good luck Ves."

Ves: "You as well Ma'am."

[zeldaelmo]

Dismissed, chapter 2

Link patted Epona's neck and pressed his face against her muzzle. She nudged him in response and the tears lingering in his eyes since he left the King's study nearly spilled over. No, focus. He inhaled the cold winter air until his lungs burned and schooled his face into his trademark stone mask.

"Hey Ma, I'm home for the holidays!" Link pushed the door open, the smell of baked apples nearly bringing him to tears again. Zelda loved his baked apples, just with that extra smidge of honey— no.

"Hi darling! Oh, you're early, that's great. Dad is already here, too, actually—" She stopped mid-sentence, threw a tea towel over her shoulder, and put her hands on her hips. "What's up?"

"Uhh, nothing? I'll bring my bags upstairs." He squared his shoulders and set a firm first step onto the stairs. 

"Not so fast, young man. You'll tell me what that gloomy face is about and then you can go upstairs."

"Hey, welcome home, Link!" His dad popped his head out from the living area. Maybe he would save him. "My son got promoted, that's what's up! Congrats, boy!"

The thin lines that had snuck their way onto his mom's forehead over the years knitted together. "So, you're not Princess Zelda's personal guard anymore?"

"Um… no."

"So sudden? Didn't you just recently return from a journey with her?" 

Yes, yesterday and at the picnic they made on their way back, she sat so close to him that their knees touched, but today he was dismissed.

"Ah," his father interrupted, waving with the flint in his hand. "That was more a Calamity thing anyway. Now that's dealt with, anyone else is just as good as a guard for her." 

Link forced a smile and nodded. His father disappeared again, murmuring something about the fireplace and the wood being too wet.

Squinting one eye close, Link set his foot on the first step again. Please let her—

"Link." Great, perfect, spectacular.

"Hm?"

"Did you tell the King that you don't want that promotion but prefer to stay her guard?"

"No." He shifted his bag from one shoulder to the other. "It wasn't his decision."

His mother stared at him, mouth slowly falling open. "Why would you—?''

"It was hers."

His answer lingered in the warm air of the kitchen for a moment. He gripped the bag harder and finally took two more steps.

"Wait, wait, wait. Did she ask for a promotion for you or for a replacement? Did you talk to her, at least?"

"No, yes, and no," Link shouted down from the balustrade, thrusting his bag next to the bed he would share with Aryll for the next few days. With a thud, he dropped on the mattress and pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. He would never make it through the holidays like this. He couldn’t start crying like a baby at every little reminder of her, at every vague mentioning of her name. 

What did he do to deserve this? His mother kept talking to him from downstairs, pots, pans, and wild speculations clattering together. The word 'misunderstanding', he picked up from her verbiage, but what was there to misunderstand? Her decision was clear, she didn’t want him at her side. She wanted someone else, a random knight she didn’t know. It was about him, that was the only logical conclusion. If she wanted a promotion for him, she would have told him. They had had enough opportunities for a friendly chat about his future on the road yesterday. They had spent two months journeying from Rito Village to Death Mountain, stopping at Gerudo Town and at last their stay in Zora’s Domain; there had been tons of times she could have mentioned a potential promotion. No. She must have been hit by that thought overnight. Something must have made her realize that he was the most horrible person to have around. But what? Why?

“Link, are you listening?” His mother wouldn’t give it a rest. 

“Hmhm.”

Heavy steps made the wooden stairs creak, but Link didn’t bother to look up. He just wanted to sulk a bit, was that too much to ask in this house?

“Oww!” Something solid and heavy hit his stomach and he shot his eyes open. Small but speedy hands tickled him all over his torso and he sputtered a handful of blonde hair out of his mouth. Aryll.

“Now, let’s see if you can’t get your brother up and moving!” His father leaned against the balustrade, pleased with his little stunt of throwing Aryll on top of him.

“Hey Aryll.” Link got out, finally getting a hold on his sister’s wrists. 

“Hey stinker! Where’s the princess? You promised to bring her with you one day.”

How many times a day could a stomach drop? He hadn’t reached the peak yet, apparently. Slowly, he pushed Aryll off and fiddled with the hem of her dress. “I—I don’t think I will. I’ll get a new position after the holidays and I won’t see her as often anymore.” Or at all because she decided overnight that she didn’t need him around anymore, since the Calamity was defeated. Had she only ever seen the Hero in him?

“Oh, that’s too bad.” Aryll blew a strand of hair out of her face. “Especially since you’re in love with her.”

Link’s eyes bulged and he dropped her dress and pushed her. “What?! I’m not.”

“He’s not,” his father interjected, crossing his arms and shaking his head at the childish ideas of his daughter.

“He is!” Came from downstairs.

“Ma, stop that!” Link shouted in the vague direction of the kitchen under the gallery.

“I’ll stop if you go back and talk to her. I don’t buy that promotion horseshit, there’s something else and you won’t solve that by stuffing baked apples into your face and staring into the void.”

“I’m not staring into the void, I just want to have five minutes to myself, okay?”

“Come on, Aryll.” His dad held out his arm again and Aryll peeled herself from the bed, hopping on. “Give your brother some space, he’s a grumpy teenager today. I always wondered if he’d skip the rebellious phase, but I guess he’s just a late bloo—”

“DAD! You’re not helping!” Link yelled, hardly containing himself from throwing a pillow at the pair.

“Sorry,” his dad mumbled and trampled the stairs back down, Aryll dangling from his shoulders upside down, making faces at him.

Link held his breath for a moment and released it with a big sigh. He was being unfair to her. They hadn’t seen each other for so long and all he had for her were snarky comments. Wow, add ‘horrible brother’ to the list of his failures. Together with… yeah, where had he gone wrong? He couldn’t tell. All he saw in front of his inner eye was Zelda, turning her head over her shoulder and laughing over his joke. Zelda, bringing him tea in the morning with a radiant smile that should be forbidden at that hour, calling him sleepyhead. Zelda, thanking him for his advice with her horse, fluttering her lashes at him. She had done that! He wasn’t crazy. He had even made a note in his little diary about it. He had burned the pages immediately after, of course, like every time. But that didn’t change the fact that it had happened!

Silverware chinked in the living room and Link jolted out of the bed. How long had he daydreamed? Did they call him for tea already? Spirits, he really needed to get it together. He flew the stairs down and stopped in front of the table. 

His father, his mother, and his sister were happily munching baked apples and drinking tea. They hadn’t even bothered to put a fourth plate and silverware for him. This day was quickly heightening up to the worst day post-war. Rolling his eyes at Aryll’s poked out tongue, he grabbed the back of his chair. 

Clatter!

Did… his mom just put her foot on the chair and kept him from pulling it? What the actual…? 

“Go talk to her. She can’t just order you away, princess or not. She owes you an answer at least, you've been her knight for over a year."

Link rattled at the chair. "Ma, just let it rest. I'm fine, okay? It's nothing."

"Elvra, don't you think you're overreacting?" His father put his silverware down and cleared his throat into his fist. "It's just a new job."

"She asked for a replacement, Arn. And she didn't even tell it to him herself. It's not nothing."

"Well, she has a bit of a temper—"

Link groaned and pulled at the chair again. "Could you two please stop and just let me celebrate the holidays with the people who I obviously falsely assumed liked me?"

Aryll leaned on the table with both hands, narrowing her eyes — an effect ridiculed by her bobbing pigtail. "I also think you should talk to her or she'll marry someone else." 

"Nobody is going to marry anyone!" The words burst out of him, but… but… what if that was the reason for her odd behavior? What if she found a decent candidate for her hand and didn't want him, the Hero of Hyrule, in the way? He had gathered quite some popularity thanks to saving the world and the people were used to the image of the Princess and the Hero visiting the villages together. He couldn't deny that a suitor would look pale in the light of his reputation. Oh. 

"Link?" The chair budged, clattering to the ground. 

"Sorry," he murmured and picked it up again. 

The eyes of his mother were soft. "It's your decision in the end. But it's still enough time to ride to the castle, talk to her, and come back for dinner tomorrow. We know she's important to you, it's okay."

Link swallowed. He had just arrived, this was stupid. But could he really spend the holidays with the image of her and a faceless suitor in his mind?

"Maybe it's nothing. Or maybe we just set the table for five." Her wink made his throat dry and he whined from the bottom of his heart. "You're worse than a pack of malice Lynels. All of you." 

He turned on his heel and rushed the stairs back up. Alright. He would give it a shot. Epona didn't mind the exercise, riding would give him a clear head, and in the worst case, he wouldn't catch Zelda and would know as little as he knew now. He left the gifts under the mattress, if only as reason to come back in time. The rest of his belongings went on his shoulder again and off he was. 

"Am I going to be a princess, too, when they marry?" Aryll's voice carried so much excitement that he didn't need to see her hands clapping.

"Nobody is going to marry!" He shouted around the corner. 

"Good luck, lover boy!" Was the only answer he got, but at this point, he really hadn't expected anything else.

[cloudninetonine]

GUESS WHO MADE MORE~

Yes, so, after the overwhelming amount of feedback and love from the community I had to write more for this (And I'm so invested in my own au now so I needed to for my own benefit continue) Once again this au belongs to @yandere-linked-universe (If anyone else wants to be tagged PLEASE TELL ME)

Tw: yandere content, bad language, talk about death, talk about obsession, obsessive behaviour, talk of intimidation, threats, threats to a minor (Just in case)

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Wind’s eyes were cold.

They held no warmth, no love when he awoke in his childhood home.

Wind’s mind raced with every single raw emotion he could feel but somehow, somehow, he felt dead to the world, dead to everything around him- he wished so badly that he was dead.

“(Name)?” He whispered into the air, sitting up in his bed “Time? Four? Wild?...Anybody?”

Nobody answered.

Nobody he wanted, answered anyway.

“Big brother?”

Wind thought the day he would see his sister again would be one of the best days of his life. He thought that the evil that plagued the land would have been vanquished by his and his brothers’ hands, he thought that once again Hyrule would be safe from the darkness once again, he thought that you, his Goddess, would be by his side, clutching his excited trembling hand as you both stepped onto the land of his Hyrule to introduce you to his family.

Instead, you weren’t here, his brothers weren’t here and once again he was lying in a bed that felt way too small for him.

“Are you okay, Link?” His sister blinked her big eyes at him in worry, holding her telescope close to her chest.

‘No, you were dead, his brothers were gone and somehow he was back here and from the looks of it, back to the beginning of it all-’

“I’m fine, Aryll” The sailor sent a smile that was almost too fake to the younger girl, not even bothering to hide the look of anguish in his eyes despite the fact he wished not to burden her with his troubles (He was so tired-) “Go back to sleep, it’s dark out and Granny won’t be happy if she finds out you stayed up”

Aryll stared at her brother for a few moments more. She knew he was lying, since the time of her birth, the two of them had been as thick as thieves, where one wandered, the other followed, so she knew, deep down in her heart, that the boy’s attitude was only a front, to not get her to worry, to get her to back off.

The young sister was a lot of things and one of them was perceptive.

“You can always tell me anything, big brother” Aryll whispered finally, turning around in her bed and closing her eyes. “Goodnight, Link”

As hard as it was, Aryll left him be and merely listened to his sobs in silence before falling back to sleep.

The following day was dull. The Island felt more lonely than any isolated dungeon Wind had ever plundered, even though the Island folk surrounded him, forever an extended family in this world submerged, the young sailor just couldn’t see it that way.

Wind missed his brothers: men great but also kind, with hearts so brave that even grande Ganon feared their strengths. Yes, he was a Link, one who had also defeated the reincarnated Demise but still, he couldn’t help but look up to them all. They were all special in their own way and it amazed him.

Wind missed his goddess: you, bright light within the darkness that surrounded his world. Cheerful and kind, you made it your mission to bring happiness to them all, to bring empathy and support. You were what true divinity was, your spirit was too pure for mere mortality, you rised beyond just humanity, you were more.

More than her.

More than Hylia.

Ċ̴̢̛̦̣̝͍̖̝̘͕̬͕̔̀͊̆̈́̓̏̆̍̚̚ͅƯ̷̠͉̓̃̈́͆̿͋̓̿R̴̻͉̻͈̭̼͗̆̓͐̒̂̀̈́̆̆̿͘̕S̴̜̤̰͉̽̂̐̉̾͑̌̈́̏̕͘̚͝͠͝Ę̵̛͆̍̆ ̴̨̧̤͑̊̐̊̓̚H̶̛͚̦̠̩͊̔̈͋̚͜͝Ẹ̸̝͉͇͈̩̤̖͙͎̆̌̈́̔̾̈́̌ͅR̷̨̛͕͓̪̺̯̍́́̒̀͂̿̑̔̓͒͋̚͠ ̶̡̛̯̖̺̠͍̤͕̰̹̙̗̥͚̾̿͆̿͒̔̂͗̏̋͂͆̽Ṇ̵̥̲̝̝̭̦̟̩͍͆̒̈́̊́̐̚̕Ä̴̯̟̯̥͔́͛̈́̄̏͋̔ͅM̷̳̀̇͆͋̾͗̕̚E̴̹̥͘

What was she compared to you? Demanding them to do her biddings, cursing them as her unwilling soldiers dubbed as her valiant heroes!?

SHE HAD TAKEN YOU AWAY, THEIR ONLY SOLACE IN THIS NEVER-ENDING NIGHTMARE AND THAT WAS UNFORGIVABLE.

SHE WOULD PAY, SHE WOULD PAY, SHE WOULD PAY, SHE WOULD PAY-

“Link, dear?” Wind slowly looked up from his bowl, eyes meeting the worried gaze of his grandmother’s as she plated some of her famous soup in an extra bowl (why would she do that? He brushed it off, probably for someone else on the Island) her brows furrowed “What’s wrong? You’ve been acting off all day. You haven’t even touched your soup and I know it’s your favourite!”

He wished not to burden her with his troubles, he loved her so, as did he love his sister, but they just- the wouldn’t understand. They wouldn’t understand the yearning to leave this damn rinky-dink island, wouldn’t understand the need to adventure, wouldn’t understand a loss so great it tore his heart into shreds and they wouldn’t understand the reverence (obsession) it came with finding someone who deserved to be worshipped even with his dying breath.

“I didn’t sleep well, Granny, that’s all.” Poking at the liquidated food with his spoon, he finally brought some into his mouth and felt a small prick of appreciation and sadness in his heart. While his Granny did certainly make the best soup that ever was made, he missed Wild’s cooking just as much as he had missed her’s. “I’ll be fine, tomorrow”

He wasn’t so sure about that.

And, well, neither was his grandmother but of course, she didn’t want to press.

With a hum, she brushed some of his hair to the side and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“Granny, can I have some more please!” Aryll begged, lifting her bowl towards the older woman who laughed joyfully at her vitality.

“Of course dear, but not too much, okay?”

“Okay!”

Wind went to drown them out again with his own self-deprecating thought.

That’s when the sound of the door caught his attention.

And following, something that should have been impossible.

“Good evening, family!” The voice called into the home, the sound of a slam being accompanied by footsteps straight after as a person entered the kitchen area where the table sat, entering Wind’s line of sight, making his heart plummet. “What have I missed?”

“Big sis!” Aryll jumped from her seat into- your arms, squealing excitedly as you pressed sweet butterfly kisses over her face before nuzzling your face into her hair, humming in delight “You’re back!”

“I’m back! Back from my travels as a lone sailor!” Glancing over towards him, your smile grew as you held out your hand towards him, gesturing for him to get closer “My little man! Get over here so I can give you a big old hug!”

It was you.

He raced over, almost fast enough to knock you off your feet but you managed, letting out a little huff before hauling him into your arms alongside his sister with a boisterous laugh “It’s you! It’s really you!”

“Yes of course it is!” Sharing eye contact, you raised a brow “Who else could I possibly be?”

‘A dream’ Were the words that flashed through his thoughts only to shake them away, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he laughed in pure relief. ‘You were here. You came back.’

“Hey! Don’t cry, Link! I know I was gone for a while but I made it back right before your birthday didn’t I?” You placed both children down, moving your hands to brush away the tears rolling down his cheeks “At least you had everyone to keep you company, right? I know you don’t like playing with the younger kids that much but you’ve got to give them a chance”

The sailor paused.

What could you have possibly been talking about? You had never visited his Hyrule during your time together, yes he had dreamed about it, but you had never gotten the chance and what were you talking about being gone? You had died but it must have been some nightmare, right?

The others were outside exploring his home, right?

You were fine…

right?

“What do you mean? I just got here.” His dumbfounded expression seemed to mirror your own face at his words “I woke up here after…after you died…I was with the others…”

You tossed a worried expression over your shoulder, most likely to his grandmother before your eyes met his own again “Died? Sweetheart, did you have a nightmare? I told you my sailboat is perfectly fine on the waters and you didn’t need to worry. Also, what do you mean others-”

Wind’s eyes narrowed “This…this is a prank, right? Legend put you up to this, didn’t he? He’s mean enough to do it. But I would have never guessed Twilight and the Old man would ever let him do it, they would agree this is going too far”

It was a warning, whatever joke this was, was going past the boundaries of a joke into dangerous territory but when the expression on your face didn’t shift, he felt his heart stop.

“Legend? Twilight? ‘Old man’? Who are you talking about, Link?”

Wind felt sick.

It had your face, it had your voice, held your kindness, that loving shine in your eyes but…it couldn't possibly be you. Not you, who prattled on about a world that didn’t exist, one you still held a great fondness for, you who danced at the sidelines of a battle so that they- he - could protect you, you who held a bugged eyes stare at any sign of magic, you who died cold and alone in that temple by the hands of Hylia (Evil).

Not you, who didn’t hold a lick of recognition in your eyes.

This wasn’t you.

He refused to believe it was you, no matter how much he wanted to, no matter how much his young heart yearned to even pretend this was you for a second.

“Link?” The concern in your- its voice brought him back “Link, speak to me-”

Wind dodged the hand that went out to brush back his hair, glaring at the appendage as though it had intended to burn him before glaring at fake you, huffing out in anger then making his way back to his room.

“Link, wait!” It called but he didn’t listen, slamming the door behind him then collapsing back onto his bed, curling underneath to covers.

It followed after him, of course, padding up to the bed carefully before settling softly at the end of it.

“Link” It started softly, sounding just like the real you, too close to the real you and in his heart, he wanted to yield, collapse into your arms and weep in relief. But his mind was stronger, warned him, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t “Listen, I’m not sure what you were talking about earlier but I don’t like seeing you upset, so, why don’t you pull your head out from your blanket and we can talk about it, huh?”

“Go away”

It sighed “Link-”

“Go away!”

Silence settled for a few moments, the air within the room heavy with tension until it released another sad sigh, standing from its position from the end, then heading towards the door.

“I’m here if you need to talk”

Wind stayed in that position for hours, stayed there when his grandmother tried to talk some sense into him, stayed there when it returned with his sister in its clutches, stayed there when it told her grande stories of the ‘hero that saved the lands’ (He remembered Time’s face when he mentioned it to them all) and he stayed there when all he heard when Aryll’s snores.

He fell asleep eventually, restless and cold, but he managed

And the sight to greet him was a comforting one.

“Heya Sailor!” You whispered to him when he sat up from his bedroll, you were comfortably next to Wild who was cooking something silently “What are you doing up?”

“(Name)...?” He whimpered, watching as your expression shifted to one of concern as quick as lightning strikes “Is…is it really you?”

“Of course, what’s wrong?”

The boy raced over to you, dodging the other sleeping bodies to collapse into your awaiting arms. You held him close, tight, your arms wrapped around him in a way he felt safe, in a way he felt secure. Wind knew in your arms no harm could befall him, he knew in your arms that what he had experienced in the last few days was nothing more than a horrible nightmare, in your arms he knew he was where he belonged.

You were real. You had to be real. This was the real you.

“And who says the one you encountered earlier wasn’t?”

Wind’s head snapped up.

But you were already looking at him.

The sailor noticed that darkness had surrounded both of you. No longer were his brothers around, no, swallowed by the absence of light save for the dim glow of the campfire just a foot away.

It would have been ominous, threatening, had it not been for the kind expression you had, the pure love in your eyes as you stared down at his smaller frame, a smile showing that he needn’t worry, not while in your arms.

No longer were you dressed in those old rags that Legend had sewn together, no, you bore the dressing of what you were, the silks of a goddess, drowned head to toe in garments made from light.

Wind could practically feel the divinity radiating off you.

“It…it couldn’t have been you…” He found himself saying, wrapping his arms tighter around you and stuffing his face into your shoulder like a child trying to hide from scoldings by his mother “It didn’t remember, you would have remembered Legend and Time, our adventures, it didn’t know a word of what I was saying”

Leaning forward, you pressed the lightest of kisses in his hair “I’m sorry that I didn’t remember, Wind, but my mortal body had to begin again and my mind didn’t have room to fit all our wonderful adventures in it”

He sniffed “What?”

“Goddess Hylia gave me another chance” You smiled, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes “She was kind enough to let me stay with you all, every single one of you, isn’t that nice?”

Wind pulled away “...what?”

‘Youngest hero’ Wind tightened his grip in fear, turning to look at Hylia who stood on the opposite side of the campfire, silent and intimidating with a stoic face ‘This (Name), this fake (Name) you speak of is just another mortal wandering with a shard of your original beloved’s soul’

She began to walk closer, Wind began to shake but you merely stared at her, face impassive, like whatever feeling that the young sailor had brought had been torn away with the arrival of the goddess’ (witch, hag, devil-) presence.

The young sailor felt the need to fight, felt the need to protect you from this monster, but he yielded no weapon nor did he yield his courage at that moment, almost as if it had been ripped away by Hylia’s company and he merely shook in your hold, like a child, like the kid he was.

Wind flinched when Hylia’s hand landed in his hair, leaning down to his height to meet his eyes.

‘Behave, dear hero’ She spoke ‘Behave or she will be taken away…

Just like she had been with your predecessors who didn’t listen’

Wind felt cold as ice.

‘Come now, (Name), it is time to go’

“No!” Wind cried, holding you tighter “(Name), please! Please don’t leave!”

You sounded close to tears “I’m sorry, Wind-”

“No!”

The young man was reminded that this was only a dream when you pulled him off easily, placed him beside the fire and stood beside Hylia, looking down with tearful eyes but a smiling face, a face that told him to be strong despite the circumstances. “You’ll be okay, Wind. Remember, I’m always gonna be by your side”

“NO, (NAME), PLEASE!” Wind’s cries went unnoticed as you and the goddess walked into the darkness, fading from the sailor’s view as he cried and screamed for you, begging you to come back, to not leave him alone. “PLEASE, DON’T LEAVE ME-”

The campfire snuffed out.

And Wind awoke in his room.

The young boy didn’t even hesitate to jump out of bed, tearing out of his room like a bat out of hell as he searched the house for it- you, for your warmth, for your presence, for your safety but he couldn’t find you anywhere, only his sleeping sister, grandmother and the necessities of home life.

Until he went outside.

You were by the shore, practising with what looked like a sword. Swiping the air, spinning the sword, rotating position to strike at an absent enemy- training what it looked like to Link, familiar to what he had done with Orca time and time again and his instincts screamed at him to make you stop.

You were delicate, you could get hurt, but Hylia’s words still stood strong in his mind. This was you but a different you, what would happen if he tried to stop what this you had made yourself to be? Would interfering in your life, to keep you safe, would that be considered misbehaving?

The mere thought made him want to puke.

Wind raced over and engulfed your legs in a hug.

“L-Link!” You yelped, almost falling off balance before tossing your sword aside to keep the both of you from harm “You need to be careful I could have hurt you! What has Orca told you during training!?”

“I’m sorry”

You paused “Huh? Oh, is this about earlier? I don’t know what happened but you can talk to me about it, okay?”

“I’m sorry”

“...Link?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Imsorry, ImsorryImsorryImsorryImsorry-”

He whispered like a mantra, like a prayer, repeated himself in pure fear of losing you and fear of what Hylia had warned, he was sorry, so sorry, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, s̷̱̅͠ő̴̠̞͑͆͝,̸̨̯̗̇̊̒̓ ̸̪̱̽̅̅̈͝ͅs̶͕̮̅ō̶̡͙̗͚̌͌,̶̩̗̼̹̀ ̷̯͝ş̸̯̦͖͚̆̄̓͒͆̓ò̵̤͉͛͑͝͝,̶̦̩̦̀͆̇ ̵̛̞̰̣͕͕͑͒̀ş̸̝͙̝͑͋̀s̷̱̅͠ő̴̠̞͑͆͝,̸̨̯̗̇̊̒̓ ̸̪̱̽̅̅̈͝ͅs̶͕̮̅ō̶̡͙̗͚̌͌,̶̩̗̼̹̀ ̷̯͝ş̸̯̦͖͚̆̄̓͒͆̓ò̵̤͉͛͑͝͝,̶̦̩̦̀͆̇ ̵̛̞̰̣͕͕͑͒̀ş̸̝͙̝͑͋̀s̷̱̅͠ő̴̠̞͑͆͝,̸̨̯̗̇̊̒̓ ̸̪̱̽̅̅̈͝ͅs̶͕̮̅ō̶̡͙̗͚̌͌,̶̩̗̼̹̀ ̷̯͝ş̸̯̦͖͚̆̄̓͒͆̓ò̵̤͉͛͑͝͝,̶̦̩̦̀͆̇ ̵̛̞̰̣͕͕͑͒̀ş̸̝͙̝͑͋̀s̷̱̅͠ő̴̠̞͑͆͝,̸̨̯̗̇̊̒̓ ̸̪̱̽̅̅̈͝ͅs̶͕̮̅ō̶̡͙̗͚̌͌,̶̩̗̼̹̀ ̷̯͝ş̸̯̦͖͚̆̄̓͒͆̓ò̵̤͉͛͑͝͝,̶̦̩̦̀͆̇ ̵̛̞̰̣͕͕͑͒̀ş̸̝͙̝͑͋̀s̷̱̅͠ő̴̠̞͑͆͝,̸̨̯̗̇̊̒̓ ̸̪̱̽̅̅̈͝ͅs̶͕̮̅ō̶̡͙̗͚̌͌,̶̩̗̼̹̀ ̷̯͝ş̸̯̦͖͚̆̄̓͒͆̓ò̵̤͉͛͑͝͝,̶̦̩̦̀͆̇ ̵̛̞̰̣͕͕͑͒̀ş̸̝͙̝͑͋̀s̷̱̅͠ő̴̠̞͑͆͝,̸̨̯̗̇̊̒̓ ̸̪̱̽̅̅̈͝ͅs̶͕̮̅ō̶̡͙̗͚̌͌,̶̩̗̼̹̀ ̷̯͝ş̸̯̦͖͚̆̄̓͒͆̓ò̵̤͉͛͑͝͝,̶̦̩̦̀͆̇ ̵̛̞̰̣͕͕͑͒̀ş̸̝͙̝͑͋̀s̷̱̅͠ő̴̠̞͑͆͝,̸̨̯̗̇̊̒̓ ̸̪̱̽̅̅̈͝ͅs̶͕̮̅ō̶̡͙̗͚̌͌,̶̩̗̼̹̀ ̷̯͝ş̸̯̦͖͚̆̄̓͒͆̓ò̵̤͉͛͑͝͝,̶̦̩̦̀͆̇ ̵̛̞̰̣͕͕͑͒̀ş̸̝͙̝͑͋̀s̷̱̅͠ő̴̠̞͑͆͝,̸̨̯̗̇̊̒̓ ̸̪̱̽̅̅̈͝ͅs̶͕̮̅ō̶̡͙̗͚̌͌,̶̩̗̼̹̀ ̷̯͝ş̸̯̦͖͚̆̄̓͒͆̓ò̵̤͉͛͑͝͝,̶̦̩̦̀͆̇ ̵̛̞̰̣͕͕͑͒̀ş̸̝͙̝͑͋̀s̷̱̅͠ő̴̠̞͑͆͝,̸̨̯̗̇̊̒̓ ̸̪̱̽̅̅̈͝ͅs̶͕̮̅ō̶̡͙̗͚̌͌,̶̩̗̼̹̀ ̷̯͝ş̸̯̦͖͚̆̄̓͒͆̓ò̵̤͉͛͑͝͝,̶̦̩̦̀͆̇ ̵̛̞̰̣͕͕͑͒̀ş̸̝͙̝͑͋̀o̸̪̽́̉͜͝,̷͙͎̲̲͖͖̋̅̓̐̕ ̶̖̲̰̤̘̱̕ś̸̨̥̯̣̯̽͝o̵̲̠͜͝,̸̘̙̬̖͙̼̆̅͐ ̵̩̒̾̏ŝ̸̡̧̲̰ö̵͖́͗̆r̴̜͈̾r̵̡̤̃̓y̶̠̺̦̮̎͌̒̚̕͜

“Link? …Link?” Slowly, you sat yourself down on the sand, holding the young boy close to his chest as he continued, rocking back and forth as you waited “It’s okay, it’s alright, just breath my little sailor, breath”

Wind loved you so much.

And he would do anything to keep you safe.

Even if that meant having to go through hell all over again to make sure you lived to see the end.

“I’m sorry”

Wind wasn't aware of the other pair of eyes watching him, sad but thankful as you watched yourself and the young boy interact.

“I know” You whispered from afar, watching the young sailor and the alternate version of you hold one another “And I don’t blame you one bit, Link, please know that”

Wind didn’t hear you.

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