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Closing shifts at Scoops Ahoy are always boring, but Robin took off early to study and nobody is coming in for ice cream at 8pm on a school night in mid-winter. Steve's alone and has been for the last forty-five minutes, with no end in sight.
He's doing tricks with his scooper, counting how many times he can twist it through his fingers without dropping it (57 so far), when the most beautiful man Steve has ever seen, walks in. He's got long dark hair that falls in perfect curls around his shoulders; wide eyes the same deep brown of fresh, dark coffee; and the most perfect plump mouth.
Steve can't move, his head going fuzzy. His eyes catch on the man's chest--visible through the black mesh tank top he's wearing-- revealing tantalizing swirls of black ink and the glint of silver bars through each nipple. The guy also has on leather pants that cling to the line of his legs like a second skin.
Jesus. Steve just realized he's bi and the physical embodiment of his wet dreams walks into the store like it's nothing. He's going to die.
The man rushes to the counter, his eyes finally falling on Steve, and it's like his feet get caught on each other for a second before he struts forward. His face melts into this heart-stopping smile, bringing out the cutest set of dimples Steve has ever seen. This is it, Steve is done for, time of death, 8:06pm.
"Ahoy, sailor," the man says with a mischievous glint in those dark eyes.
He returns the smile and somewhere, somehow, finds the words to reply, "I think that's my line."
Steve leans towards the counter, but in doing so, drops the scooper hanging from his fingers. The metallic clatter is harsh against the tile, and blood rushes to his cheek. "Whoops," he mumbles. He ducks down to retrieve it, mentally kicking himself for his clumsiness.
The man's smile only grows, and now there's a faint flush across his pale cheeks. And fuck if Steve can't help but smile right back, to let their eye contact linger.
"What can I get you?" He asks. His voice is way too low for regular customer service, and if he flutters his eyelashes too--well, that's between him and the USS Butterscotch.
"I know this is ridiculous. It's late and it's starting to snow," the man says. He leans over the counter. "But I need a strawberry shake to go."
"Strawberry shake, good choice," Steve nods. "Coming right up."
They don't stop looking at each other or smiling as he blends up the drink, and when he hands the cup over, their fingers brush, linger, both their faces staining red.
"How much do I owe you?" he asks.
Steve shakes his head. "On the house."
"You really know how to charm a guy, sailor-boy."
"Maybe I'm hoping to see you again."
"Depends," the man says. His smile widening, his dimples getting somehow deeper.
"On?"
"How good this shake is." He winks.
Steve thinks he might burst into flame before the man can taste the drink, but then the guy glances at his watch and curses. "Sorry, sweetheart, I gotta run. Been a pleasure, sailor."
And with that, he runs from the store, strawberry shake clutched in his long-fingered grasp.
Steve collapses against the counter, burying his face in his hands. He's not ever gonna recover from that.
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Eddie's guitar is in his lap, his melted strawberry shake at his side. He can't get the guy from the ice cream shop out of his head.
Fuck, he had all that perfect hair under that silly little hat; his face dotted with cute little moles and freckles; eyes that flashed from honey to gold to green flecked hazel; and the poutiest, most perfect lips ever had Eddie seen. Not to mention how he looked bent over in those itty bitty shorts. Shit, if he isn't totally done for.
He can't stop smiling.
That is until a guitar pick hits him right in the forehead, dragging his attention back to his surroundings.
"Earth to Eddie," their manager, Chrissy, says. "You go on in ten minutes."
"Don't tell me you didn't get the stupid shake." Gareth shakes his head.
"No, I got it. Not to worry."
"Then what's up with you?" Jeff asks.
Eddie can't help the huge, stupid smile that illuminates his face.
"There was a guy," Eddie sighs.
Chrissy and his bandmates share a look. "Let me guess," Gareth says. "You walked in and he was like 'Oh, Mr. Munson. Let me get you ice cream, let me suck your dick. Oooh, you're so hot. Corroded Coffin is my favorite band.'"
"C'mon, no. I don't even think he knew who I was."
At one point, that would've bothered him. But now, after five years of hooking up with dudes who were only interested in famous Eddie Munson, he likes that the guy from the ice cream parlor seemed totally oblivious. That, when his eyes lit up with interest, it was for genuine attraction and not name recognition.
"Did you get his number?" Chrissy asks.
He slumps. "No."
His friends all groan. Another guitar pick flies at him, getting caught up in his curls.
"Well, you'll go back tomorrow. Now get your head in the game, Munson! You have a sold out stadium to play!"
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"I'm not kidding you, Robs, he was the hottest guy I've ever seen. I didn't even know dudes could be that beautiful."
"Uh-huh," she says.
"You're not even listening." He jabs her in the ribs, making her squeak.
"Sorry, sorry," she bats his hands away. "Describe him again?"
And he does, leaving nothing out. Once he's done, Robin is gaping at him, gum about to fall out of her open mouth.
"What?"
She grabs his wrist, dragging him out of the store.
"Robin, what are you doing? We're supposed to be working!"
She doesn't answer, just hauls him to the record store down the hall.
"Was it this guy?" She asks. She's out of breath.
"What?"
"Steve! Was it him?" She gestures to a new release display and it's Steve's turn for speechlessness.
He's surrounded of images of the man from last night; on magazines, CDs, cassettes, on a couple posters hanging on display. He's with a couple of other guys, they're in a band called Corroded Coffin, but all Steve can see is deep brown eyes and plush lips, the bright dimples.
"Well?" Robin demands.
"Yeah," he nods. "That's him."
"Oh my god!" Robin screams. She grabs his arm and squeezes. "You flirted with Eddie Munson! Steve! You minx!"
"It was nothing," he blushes. "He's probably got someone already, anyway. I mean, look at him."
Robin makes a little face. "There are some rumors, but nothing serious."
"It was a nice dream," he says. He gives her a little smile. "Now, let's get back to work."
She loops her arm through his. "Whatever you say, dingus."
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It's been a long day of slinging ice cream. Maybe Robin's revelation that the cute guy from the night before was an insanely famous rockstar is to blame, but Steve is exhausted.
"Hey, dingus!" Robin calls from the front.
"Yeah?" he mumbles.
"Some guy is here for you. He looks a lot like Eddie Munson."
She's not even finished with her sentence before Steve is vaulting back behind the counter, coming face-to-face with the man of his dreams.
Eddie's gorgeous, his face already flushed a faint pink. And just like the night before, Steve can't help but smile at the man before him, who dimples up immediately in return.
He forgets that Robin is there until she says, "Go get 'em, tiger," and snaps him in the chest with a towel.
With Robin gone, they still don't say anything for a second, both smiling and blushing and staring at each other.
"So, uh, I guess you're wondering why I'm back today."
"That's easy," Steve says. "It was the best strawberry milkshake you ever had."
Eddie laughs with his head back and Steve is stuck staring at the long lines of his throat.
"Well, it was the best, no question. Made me realize I was a fool not to ask for your number."
Somehow Steve's smile grows. He jots his name and number on a Scoops napkin, passing it to Eddie who does the same, before carefully ripping the paper in half.
"We're still on tour for the next three months, but I'll call you when I can?"
"I'm looking forward to it."
"Talk soon, sweetheart," Eddie leans into Steve's space, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Steve still has a hand resting on the spot when Robin re-emerges.
"Oooh, you've got it sooo bad," she sing-songs.
He's so happy, he can't even bother to shush her.
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Corroded Coffin has a new album out. It's a huge hit, number ones across the board, a fixture on MTV. It's full of heavy metal love songs, sales bolstered by the rumors that Eddie's been in a secret relationship for years.
They're at the Grammys, nominated for Best Metal Performance. The band has moved on down the red carpet, but Eddie's still answering questions, their assistant waiting with him. The interviewer asks Eddie, "There's a lot of speculation about your romantic life because of this album. There are rumors that the song 'Sailor Boy' is in reference to how you met your lover. Will you tell fans about the person you're dating, the one who inspired the album?"
"No," Eddie smiles for the camera. "But oh, do I love the way he moans," he sings a lyric of the song in question before giving the interviewer a lascivious wink, and continuing on down the carpet.
Years later, after Eddie and Steve are comfortably out and married and Corroded Coffin has cemented themselves in metal history, the video of that interview will be uploaded to YouTube.
It's obvious, now, the way Eddie and Steve, the "assistant", gravitate towards each other. How Steve flushes a pretty crimson that spreads below the collar of his shirt as Eddie sings. The way Eddie smirks at him with a raised eyebrow. The way his hand cradles the small of Steve's back as they walk away together.
It causes a frenzy online, fans compiling blog posts and videos of moments of Steve and Eddie being totally obvious about being in love before the world knew that they were.
Eventually, Steve posts a photo to the band's webpage. It's of him and Eddie at Scoops Ahoy. He's wearing his uniform, and Eddie is in a faded Metallica t-shirt and ripped jeans. They stand at the counter with their arms around each other, smiling hard, eyes locked. He captions it with, "putting the sailor boy allegations to rest."
#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#fluff#love at first sight#meet cute#mutual pining#ficlet#oneshot#rockstar eddie munson#scoops ahoy steve#famous eddie munson#corroded coffin#steve has no idea corroded coffin exists#robin buckley#platonic stobin#platonic soulmates#chrissy cunningham#i'm wonderstruck blushing all the way home#scoops ahoy steve the babygirl that you are
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La fiesta cumplía su cometido de distraerla. Las fechas actuales eran todo menos agradables y Rosalind buscaba ocuparse cuanto podía, incluso tomando más horas en su trabajo. Ahora mismo trataba de centrarse en la celebración, en el ruido de las conversaciones y de la música, en los olores de la comida, en las luces que adornaban. Era lindo, e intentaba contagiarse del regocijo que abundaba en el lugar. Estaba casi segura de que un chico no dejaba de verla, y por pura curiosidad, ella también lo miraba. No es como si fuese a realizar movimiento alguno, desde Benjy ya no le interesaba nada relacionado, pero sí le causaba intriga. "¡Oh, hola!" Retiró su vista del muchacho para dirigirla a su interlocutor, que surgió de repente. "Eh... Pues tampoco esperaba encontrarme aquí hoy, pero... Aquí estoy" soltó una pequeña risa. La verdad es que aún le era un poco incómodo estar en sitios así. Se sentía un poco fuera de lugar. "Diría que me sorprende verte, pero está lleno de jugadores, así que tiene sentido" aunque no estaba segura de si ya habría tenido su primer partido. Suponía que no porque estaba en el mismo equipo que Ivan, ¿verdad? "¿Bebes?" Por alguna razón le extrañó, y es que seguía viéndolo muy joven para su edad, incluso si le habían mencionado que rondaba la misma que Davies. "Ah, ¡claro! Sí, vamos" aceptó entonces, asintiendo un par de veces.
—No esperaba encontrarte aquí— expresó el chico con una gran sonrisa cuando se encontró a Rose en la fiesta de Sturgis, pero sin duda le alegraba ver que ya estaba saliendo más pues aparte de estar enamorado de ella, la consideraba una amiga —¿quieres que busquemos algo de beber?— la curiosidad era más que notable en su voz.
@thcgoodwitch
#I'M WONDERSTRUCK#BLUSHING ALL THE WAY HOME#\o/#꒰ ♡ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 ; conversaciones. ꒱#rosalind & bertram.
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I just learned recently that Taylor sold Taylor-themed Keds during the 1989 era, and I was TODAY years old when I learned that she sold blue ones with DAISIES on them!
I don't know if they were originally called this, but one eBay listing even calls them "Light Blue And White Striped With Daisies" so that might not even be me just calling a "generic" flower a daisy.
#if i had been a gaylor with a credit card in 2014 i would've been unstoppable#but i barely knew how to use the internet in 2014 🙃#she shoud do keds again i'm shocked that they don't seem like a more sought after vintage merch item like wonderstruck#kaylor#late stage kaylor#lsk#gaylor#gaylor swift#friend of dorothea#friends of dorothea#lgbetty#lgbettys
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I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
#This couple is somehow so disney coded#I'm wonderstruck blushing all the way home#Yes I am#Junho#Yoona#King the Land#Inps#Enchanted#Taylor Swift#Lee Junho#It’s Junho’s season now#2pm#snsd#I put my heart into every gifset I’ve made#always next to Junho
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Goodness, apparently Argenti's One and Only is named in Chinese after Rocinante, which is so fitting for him, especially with Himeko's words about him in mind
#How she says maybe the beauty he seeks may disappoint him if he hound it#How he may not recognise it for what it is blinded by what he seeks#But overall his every act and his words fit so much#How his approach to knighthood is more a portrayal of a knight than a knight and so how is a little chimerical#And yet how precisely for that in the end after knowing him he feels more sincere‚ movingly sincere#And makes one regain hope and illusion in the world and everything seems more worth it‚ brighter and beautiful#Because yes he may be weird and deranged and risible but after spending some time with him one can't help but think he makes sense#Yes people can be and should be and even are kinder. Yes every little battle can be a joust that feels larger than life#because this is our life. His grandiose acts are silly but he is honestly trying to be helpful and fair and kind and he feels so sincere#that the silly acts end up being endearing first and admirable at last#And after everything‚ after meeting him‚ one can't help but regard the world with wonderstruck eyes again#Because everything is as beautiful as he said it was. How could I forget?#I talk too much#I should probably delete this later#Argenti#Traces#I'm sorry if this appears in the tag but I wanted to save the Rocinante reference#Edit: doesn't entirely fit but Velite has a bit of Sancho Panza in this context
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trying my hand at a quick Tango design
#my art#digital art#hermitcraft#tangotek#idk if ive ever drawn him before actually#been watching hypnos decked out and holy smokes decked out is amazing tango is absolutely incredible#i dont understand how it works I'm just wonderstruck
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baby boy...
#the show really said 'what if he started of all wonderstruck and starryeyed'#'And Then We Destroyed That'#(but a little remained anyway)#merlin#* mine#screencaps#watching this ep with hindsight always make me feel like i'm going to be ill (affectionate. sort of . lmao)#1.01 the dragon’s call
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rank Taylor’s perfumes (wonderstruck, wonderstruck enchanted, taylor & incredible things) based on their smell in the tags, go!
#I'm curious!#i think for me it's incredible things>taylor>wonderstruck>wonderstruck enchanted#i've once been told my ~natural smell~ is exactly like the taylor perfume ajsdhkasjdh#or maybe i would put wonderstruck & taylor on the same spot
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For some reason I often forget to share with Tumblr that I do, in fact, write things more frequently than I post them here, so here's a piece I still like! A oneshot for Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild (and some of the rest of the LoZ series).
time immemorial, remembered - (2k)
If he is a hero of anything, it's of a grown-over wild, a land where grasses spring up in fallen garrisons and every breath of wind carries the scent of old rains and new flowers and ancient wisps of forgotten memories.
He doesn't want to remember others. He doesn't want to recall lives that aren't his own.
(It's strange, when he remembers the wrong things.)
Set post-BotW - feat. friendly adventuring, a little bit of Link/Zelda fluff, and Link just wishing he could remember the pieces to his own puzzle. Written before TotK, so no spoilers for it. Enjoy!
AO3 link here!
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It's strange, when he remembers the wrong things.
He knows he doesn't remember everything. He knows that, Zelda knows that (unfortunately—he tried, he's still trying; she deserves a knight who truly remembers her), Impa and Purah and Robbie know that, and the spirits of the King and Champions know that. He's working hard to regain his memories, and they all know that's the most he can do.
Still, it's hard not to wish his mind would do more when his sense of déjà vu doesn't always work correctly.
They're at the curl of the beach where Akkala overlooks the ocean, and while Zelda is gushing about her Sheikah Slate picture of a new rhino beetle, he's looking at the sand. Something stirs in his head, as he looks at the waves and the palm trees and thinks—you've been here.
The feeling is bittersweet but painful, like a memory of an odd dream. Yet it was clear—he'd woken up on the beach once and cleared caves for kind people and had walked a strange black dog on a chain. A big dog with big teeth.
"When did I shipwreck at sea?" he asks Zelda, because it doesn't quite fit with what he knows of his life in the past. Perhaps his father had taught him to sail—perhaps he'd gotten a small boat himself. Zelda has a clearer picture of his life than he does at this point.
Yet, she stares at him uncertainly, blinking once or twice.
"When did you... pardon?"
A wave of embarrassment rushes over him, because Zelda usually understands him perfectly, and—sheesh, maybe he hadn't spoken clearly. His voice catches in his throat sometimes. He tries not to look so ashamed as he restates his question. "...Didn't I shipwreck at sea, once?"
Zelda blinks at him, thoughts whirring through her eyes, and then she looks out at the beach and the palm trees and the ocean.
"...Not that I'm aware of," she says carefully, and Link reminds himself that they hadn't truly known each other until they were sixteen. "Perhaps it happened when you were young?"
He doesn't know. Something about it doesn't feel quite right, like it doesn't fit. It's a puzzle piece to the wrong puzzle.
So he shrugs and dismisses it, at least for now, though the images don't leave his mind.
It happens again when they're up at Shatterback Point, just in time for the sunset. The Zora reservoir glistens like molten sapphire below, and the mountain peaks all around them have a golden-purple sheen in the late afternoon light.
It's not that, though—it's the way it feels to have the world so far below, and to see wing feathers as eagles make lofty circles in the sky, and he has the silly thought of how maybe this is Hyrule, and everything else so far below is really just Lorule.
It doesn't really hit him until Zelda has found an excuse to poke fun at him, in a playful, friendly way that ends with her smirking at him and his back to the open air, stuck in the few inches between a princess and a freefall that would last ages.
He can't lean forward for balance because she's right there, and he certainly is not leaning backward, so there's really no other option than to cling to balance and try to stand rigidly.
His heart skips a beat, because he suddenly remembers this—staring nervously into the face of a blonde princess who has far too much fun spending time with him, and he knows what will happen. She's going to push him off, like she did when they were in the sky kingdom and he liked wearing tan and she looked a bit different.
But she doesn't push him. Zelda shrinks back a little and laughs in embarrassment at her actions—she was more sure of herself a hundred years ago in the sky, wasn't she? Or was it a hundred thousand?—and allows him to step away from the edge and toward the danger: high dive at your own risk! sign a safer distance from the open air.
(He thinks—and this is really him, the normal him—that if it didn't take so long to get back up here from the water far below, he would show her a swan dive.)
(Maybe they could both—no, no. It isn't called Shatterback Point for nothing. He somehow doubts that she shares his ideas of entertainment out here, anyway.)
"I apologize," this Zelda says in embarrassment, looking away so that he can only see the tips of her ears turning pink. "I don't know what came over me."
His brain is too bewildered by all the déjà vu to mind. He tells her it's fine, because it is—some part of him thinks it feels nice to recognize that they have something friendly and familiar. Even if it is a bit teasing, and even if it does make adrenaline shoot through his veins and his heart pump hard enough to ready him for a freefall.
It happens again at twilight, late after a long day in Hyrule Field. The sky is tinted purple, and flecks of grass and dust float by in the strong breeze.
A wolf is there, in a place Link doesn't usually see any. It's on the next hillside, and it stares at him, eyes reflecting yellow in the dim light of the receding day.
Link's limbs twitch as it turns and leaves, as if reenacting the gait of the wolf—as if feeling the sensation of controlling a wolf's movement, with four limbs pacing and a head turning to and fro. With a sturdy gait and mind set fast on a goal.
When Zelda mutters something nearly irritable at the cooking pot, he half expects to turn his head and see someone who's not Zelda.
It is Zelda, though; of course. He doesn't think he knows anyone else who talks half to him, half to herself. She looks quite frustrated with whatever she's trying to do to improve their meal, and by her muttering, you'd think she was trying to blame him for what he'd put in as the necessary base ingredients.
Well, excuuuse me, Princess, he almost teases to throw her sarcasm back at her, but his mind is suddenly giving him a wildly different case of déjà vu and he vows never to think of saying that again.
They're at a stable, and one of the travelers who loiter by the cooking-fire pulls a little round instrument out of his pack and begins to play a flutelike tune. Something in Link's chest jolts a bit, as if he's only just awoken suddenly, even though the melody doesn't quite feel right. Is it strange that the sound of the little wind instrument feels as though it sends him back to another time?
He tries to ignore the fact that all these nagging lapses in memories ever occur—but they happen again, and again, and again. Always with something strange, something he feels connected to, something he's sure he's never seen before.
He sees things like the Hyrule Forest—a towering, vast area of woods that he knows, even though he's barely been there before. He knows it well enough, at least, to sense that the path isn't the same anymore. Right, left, right, left, forward, left, right—
(He sees the view of Saria's Lake from a patch of grey land hidden deep in a dark forest, shrouded with mist and drained of all color. The lack of pleasant sound here seems stark and wrong to him, and amidst the gaping maws of dying trees, he wonders what's missing from the hollow space that's suddenly prominent in his own chest.)
He sees Zelda sitting cross-legged next to Impa, learning from her, and thinks about how this mentorship feels like something that's been in place for a long time.
He looks at the massive skeleton of a creature called leviathan, and his mind says Jabú-Jabú and Wind Fish and wait—did they die?
He loves the Zora people. He only remembers so much, but it's enough to know he grew up thinking of them like a second family—with King Dorephan as almost a non-Hylian grandfather, and all the young ones as his cousins and friends.
Yet still, when those same Zoras pop out of the river with wide grins to surprise him, there's moments where his heart skips a beat and he's drawn his sword and shield, ready to deflect their attacks.
Enemies! his instincts shout at him—and it hurts, because his heart and mind say friends.
Koroks are strange to him, somehow, and not because they're little plant creatures who can vanish into the wind with ease. He just really feels like one of them should have a fiddle. Hestu's maracas don't quite carry the same emotion in their tune. He finds himself looking twice at the smaller, rounder ones, but none of them quite look right.
(He finds himself standing on a tiny lump of land his slate calls Mekar Island, staring at the piles of bones and the lone dead tree in the middle and wondering why it gives him a vague sense of dread.)
He half expects Beedle to set up shop on a boat in Laurelin, for some reason. Melody comes to mind in Rito Village, when Kass's daughters all come together to sing. (Except melody doesn't sound quite right. Perhaps he's trying to think of something similar?) When he's helping Zelda organize the old library, he can't help but get an odd mental picture when he rereads the chancellor's recipe for monster cake—of a tiny castle official with two horns like a monster. (But how would he hide them while working at the castle? By wearing two hats? Wouldn't that look too silly?)
Except when Zelda is there to study, he avoids the castle's archives like a plague, somehow wary of what he might find there if he gives in and looks for answers to his blurry memories. Perhaps the old rumors of the heroes being the first one reincarnate are true. Or perhaps the physical rigor of fighting through so much malice has messed with his mind. He isn't sure which would be worse.
His memories are... muddled, still; at least where they're not as clear as daylight or so fuzzy they feel nonexistent. The Princess knows this. She tries to help jog his mind, holding the same hope he does that perhaps some of these things will be like a well-placed kick to Robbie's machinery, jostling something back into place that will return it to working order.
But she's left it to him, lately, seeming to perceive that the things returning to him are leaving him uncertain and unsettled. Or at least, she's tried to. Her inquisitive nature seems to eat at her for a week before she finally gives in, looking to him in clear interest.
"Have you remembered much more?" Zelda asks, the curiosity in her bright eyes shadowed only by a faint hint of apology.
Are her eyes blue? Or brown? Were they ever blue or brown? Her emerald-green gaze is making him hesitate, because no, of course they were never another color. The idea is absurd, and he doesn't like that it lingers in his mind for so long.
He doesn't want a wrong sense of déjà vu with her. This is Zelda, the Zelda of now, the princess of a broken Hyrule and the survivor of a calamity. This is a Zelda long removed from the days of Hylia and the first hero. If he is a hero of anything, it's of a grown-over wild, a land where grasses spring up in fallen garrisons and every breath of wind carries the scent of old rains and new flowers and ancient wisps of forgotten memories.
He doesn't want to remember others. He doesn't want to recall lives that aren't his own. The Zelda here is her own, and he is his own—their world may be old, but to them it is something new, and he wants desperately to see it through the eyes of someone who has never lived before.
He can't really answer her question. So he gives her a thin smile, and hopes she can see the look in his eyes and understand.
Perhaps he's clinging too fast to hope, but she seems to.
When he hands her the cooking ladle and the long-awaited meal he's prepared after a long and hungry day, a funny little smile crosses her face, like she's remembering something, too.
"Thanks, Link," she says, and her voice is only a little bit teasing. His heart tugs oddly in his chest, but somehow, he can tell that she feels it too. "You are the hero of Hyrule."
#breath of the wild#botw fanfic#legend of zelda#loz#zelink#fanfiction#I would like to thank Tumblr for letting me copy and paste rich text from AO3! I cannot emphasize how wonderful that is.#most times I need to manually re-add italics courtesy of my writing app not letting me do that#so that was the easiest experience ever. Five stars; would crosspost fics to Tumblr again#Anyway this was a piece I started WAY back after I finished BOTW for the first time#I was late to the party for the first game but I'm currently loving the sequel too!#Time will tell if it can beat that wonderstruck feeling Breath of the Wild gave me though. What a huge world! So bittersweet and lovely 😭#new writing game just dropped: go write a sentence in your WIP every time you recognize a reference to another LoZ title in this fic#anyhow tag rambles aside; I hope you enjoy! <3#link#zelda#basil writes
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a public service announcement: if you have the enchanted wonderstruck perfume (red bottle one), I found out today at bath and body works, if you mix the “into the night” scent with “warm vanilla sugar” IT SMELLS ALMOST EXACTLY THE SAME!!!
#like I'm not even kidding I bought so much so fast#I also compared it to the original in the store (I have the roller ball and brought to see)#and I swear its the same thing!!!#speak now tv#enchanted wonderstruck perfume#Taylor swift#of course the Og perfume will last longer on the skin#but idc its the same smell!!!
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Based on what I've seen so far, I believe wonderstruck and click...
Like all the facts, all the evidence back them up y'know?
#glacier vents#ignore this#or don't#if you don't know what i'm talking about go search up click and wonderstruck's videos#and honestly#look at illuminaughtiis too for her perspective on what happened#but yeah#i feel kind of betrayed again
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I get starry eyed so often about damn near everybody I befriend. Like once I decide I like you it's over, I'm feelin intense admiration like you're the coolest fucker I ever met. Prolly I should learn how to better regulate that but I ain't figured that part out yet lmao
#orcspeak#when i suspect I'm comin on too strong i gotta be like sorry I'm like this with everybody#i don't even know why I'm just wonderstruck by humanity
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Yet another different anon XD I read the chapter today and I kept thinking about that since that, and wasn't going to say anything but since we're talking about Wonderstruck and ...Prophecy differences: I just genuinely hope you aren't going to kill off Maria in the same way you did there, with a sickness. That was one of my main problems with that fic, and it's isn't that it was sad or even sudden. But the fact that a character killed in canon because of military violence, not because of her disability, died for what felt like shock value in a way that felt really disrespectful. People wrote about why killing her off like that is bad writing better than me... Not trying to dare you or anything, just that was a really disappointing part of Wonderstruck for me personally.
you're right! I wasn't as familiar with Maria's character at the time and I did her wrong
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i'm wonderstruck blushing all the way home
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I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home.
#taylor swift#tswiftedit#tsedit#tswiftgif#the eras tour#taylorswiftedit#tscreators#networkthirteen#2605#zaniswift#userelena#usershreyu#userreh#usersar#uservivaldi#tusermelissa#tuserfaith#lovestory#usermorgan#usereste#userhers#tsusermeggie#tuserella#tsuserjen
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This night is flawless, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone
#bridgerton#bridgertonedit#kanthony#tvedit#useralison#userannalise#userelio#usermarsy#usernanda#usershreyu#useryoshi#uservivaldi#uservalentina#userhella#userives#underbetelgeuse#tuserssam#tuserabbie#*#by nik
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