#Zelda is a biochemistry major

[mistresslrigtar]

Throwback Tuesday!

I'm currently posting the sequel, Love is Forever, to this Modern Rock Star AU. If you're looking for fluff with a little bit of angst and a lot of spice - you'll find it HERE 😉

Summary:

On the verge of burnout as graduation approaches, Zelda’s friend, Mipha, encourages her to take a night off to go see a local college alt-rock band. That is when Zelda sees Link, the band’s bass guitarist for the first time and falls hard; but when her insecurity and Link’s best friend Ganondorf's drug addiction threatens their budding relationship, Zelda must learn to trust Link, and more importantly herself.

Excerpt:

Daruk looked over at the bassist, who finally lifted his head from where he’d been studying the floor. As he tossed his hair out of his eyes, Zelda’s heart skipped a beat, and her breath caught in her throat. The bassist’s stunning turquoise blue eyes, accented by long, dark eyelashes and smudged kohl eyeliner, seemed to pierce through her as they locked on her. She stared unblinking up at him, even after he tore his gaze away to nod at Daruk, and they began to play.

Now that she had a face to go with the long, nimble fingers that danced so effortlessly on the bass guitar, watching him play sent not-so-nice thoughts of what else those fingers might be good at running like wildfire through Zelda’s brain. She sipped her virgin Noble Pursuit, feeling the drink warming quickly in her hand. Was it her imagination, or had they turned the air off? It was suddenly stifling hot in the bar. She wished she’d allowed herself something stronger to drink, but she hadn’t expected this unexpected rush of attraction. Mipha could’ve warned her that Revali’s bandmate was smoking hot.

It’d been over a year since Zelda had broken up with her boyfriend, Pipit, and ever since then, her focus had been solely on her research, with no room for romantic thoughts. But the blond god on the stage had her blood racing, sending thoughts of her research project scattering like leaves on the wind. Maybe that break Mipha talked her into had been overdue, as her reaction to the bassist was highly illogical. What had their last song been about? Wanting it now? Zelda had never understood words more than at that very moment.

Revali was holding the mic stand like an anchor, gracefully twirling around it, crooning into it, but Zelda had no idea what he was saying. She stared at the bassist, waiting for the chorus to start so he would start singing again. It took forever, as apparently (and much to her disappointment), this was a Revali vocal solo. Finally, halfway through, the bassist leaned into his mic, puckering his full shiny pink lips to ‘ooo’ and ‘ahhh’ warm backup vocals. Was he wearing lip gloss? And if so, she wondered if it was flavored. Wildberry would taste nice, or apple. He looked like someone who would prefer fruity flavors. What was wrong with her? Why did it even matter? She was just another shadow in a sea of faceless spectators. Regardless, she couldn’t stop staring at him.

Mipha clutched Zelda’s arm, squeezing it tightly as she gazed up at Revali with shining amber eyes. “Isn’t he dreamy?”

“Yes.” Zelda feigned agreement, but she couldn’t care less about Revali. Her attention was solely fixated on the bassist. How had she never noticed this man walking around campus before today? His eyes seemed to glow like two burning coals of blue, and she yearned for his gaze to be on her instead of the sticky stage floor. The crowds' energy and the drunk students dancing around her didn’t matter; she was completely transfixed. “Who’s that again?”

“Whos’ what….” Mipha began but then followed Zelda’s gaze and understood her fascination. “Oh....oh! That’s Link.”

Link. Zelda would have to eat her words earlier about alternative music being garbage. Hyrule Warriors had just recruited a new fan.