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mylove-iv · 10 months ago

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⠀𐔌 . ⋮ eyes don't lie .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ botw! link x hyrulean princess, fem! reader ɞ

synopsis: in a sea of people bearing facades, his blue eyes oh so honest enraptures your heart unbeknownst to even yourself.

genres: fluff, romance.

content warnings: implications of mistreatment and a power imbalance, snapping due to frustrations, really messy but pining idiots who've yet to realize that they're pining for each other, longing disguised as helpfulness.

reader specifications: reader was detailed to have rosy cheeks and wears heels.

word count: 2.39k words.

―originally posted on @mydarling-iv, dec. 31, 2023

‎‧₊ ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

The sun warms the skin of your rosy cheeks as it pours from the canopy of leaves overhead. The woods smell of fresh earth as it had just rained prior, allowing the cool air to kiss your nose sweetly.

You've forgone your constraining heels, deciding to go bare foot as you race through the forest, hoping to find a rare herb whose blooming window now only opened.

If you miss such an opportunity, the herb won't bloom until a couple moons later. Such a thought causes you to huff as you continue running, hoping to out run your knight who seems keen on following you.

Besides your soft pants, you hear your assigned knights heavy footfalls. Odd, you think as his foot steps are always so light.

Breaking from the tree line, the morning sun paints you in a golden glow that warms you up, chasing away the chill that was starting to settle in your limbs. You hear the footfalls come closer and you start your sprint once more, being careful with running on a fallen log that acted as a bridge over a small ravine.

"Your highness!" A voice calls out, the familiarity of his voice causes a slight upturn of the corners of your lips.

You're halfway on the large log before you meet sky blue eyes that remind of you clear, cloudless skies that you oh so adore. His cheeks are slightly flushed, his hair windswept from the run from the castle to the forest you've forced him to endure, and yet, his eyes remain kind.

"Ser Link," You hum thoughtfully, borderline coy. "Kind of you to finally join me."

You see Link's nose scrunch slightly, such a small twitch would've gone unnoticed if you haven't been paying close attention as your knight never seems to break character.

Always it seems that he chooses to keep a tight lipped mouth, his face stern, his body rigid as to alway be prepared, and yet, his eyes are such an endless pool of blue that you can read quite well—more likely are allowed to—and only with you, he seems to talk, his words always so soft and endearing.

Even if you cause trouble, like now, where he's to chase after you, or if you were to endanger yourself accidentally, it is never anger or frustration you see in his bluebell eyes, but always worry.

"It's dangerous." His words are curt, yet there's a slight furrow to his eyebrows that will go unnoticed by many. But you aren't like most people, you catch on quick when it comes to his tells and his eyes-

Stars, they're filled with an apparent worry that guilt starts tugging at your soul.

You swiftly turn, resuming your dash to the other side as a flash of lavender and your eyes widen as you see a superbloom of armoranth, a rare commodity even for the likes of the nobility and imperial family as well.

"Princess!" Link calls out worriedly but your feet is already touching the soft grass on the other side of the ravine and only after a few steps away from the log, you turn.

Your eyes widen as you see Link hurriedly crossing the makeshift bridge, his sword strapped to his back as his arms a somewhat raised to help him balance on the log as he hurried to you. His lips are pursed cutely, the furrow between his brows deepening and becoming apparent. Such a sight causes you to smile widely as a sweet laugh tumbles from your lips, being unable to hold it back.

Link's eyes widen as his head snaps quickly to your direction as he stumbles off the log slightly and onto solid ground. You're kind enough to quickly grab ahold of his hand to keep him steady and even kinder to reduce your cackles to soft giggles.

"You must be careful now, Ser Link, I don't want you tripping again." You tease softly as you give him a sweet smile and your knight looks gobsmacked at the sight.

You cough slightly, snapping Link out of his daze before he drops to one knee, keeping your hand in his in a firm yet soft grip that allows you to pull away if you so desire to. He's quiet as his eyes become somewhat sad and you feel bad for teasing him and keeping such a nonchalant facade with him.

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Palace politics and the nobility were unkind, you and Zelda having not been spared from it as the sole heirs to Hyrule. Having been assigned knights against both of your wishes, Zelda was rightfully angered, feeling more constrained by your father's decision.

In a fit of anger, she had urged you to rebel against your knight as you also shouldn't be controlled even more. You sighed, silently promising yourself that you'd be polite to your knight while trying to maintain a facade of indifference to your knight in hopes of quelling your sisters unhappiness.

It was only when Zelda's showcase of her displeasure and unfair treatment directed towards her knight became so blatant that you are reminded to maintain your promise to yourself to treat your own knight with grace.

You recall of the times Link had saved you from your own stupidity so selflessly and without regards to his own safety and it pushes you to soften your cold facade with your knight as he too is only fulfilling his purpose, a royal guard bound by the king's order whose words is absolute.

After arguing with your father about the medical treatment regarding those affected by a sudden winter blight, or therefore lack of, you stormed out of the throne room in anger.

You then callously snapped at Link for no reason as he simply followed you as he usually does to your quarters. In the heat of your frustration, you became blind to his sky blue eyes faltering, hurt flashing through them briefly.

Later that night, going against your father's orders and not informing Link, you sneak out of your room and into the Applean forest. The said forest is a great deal of distance away from the castle but you had caught wind of a great deal of herbs growing there that would effectively help combat the effects of the blight.

Bundling them a handful in a small cloth, you scolded yourself for your harsh words to your knight and promised to make a healing balm composed of the herbs to give to Link as an apology, and to hopefully turn a new leaf as well.

But as you are starting to make your way out of the forest, a loud squeamish squeal rips through the air and your blood chills. From the corner of your eye, you see the red skin of a bokoblin wielding a wooden club.

Chastising yourself for not bringing Link with you, you break into a sprint, the beast giving chase. Breaking out of the the tree line, your heart pounds against your chest but as you gain a decent distance between you and the bokoblin, a chilling sound of a guardian focusing its laser causes your heart to drop.

You look up swiftly, seeing the reddish glow of a guardian going on the offense due to detecting an enemy. A malfunctioning one, Zelda had mentioned some defects. You cursed, biting your bottom lip anxiously as the bokoblin closes in on you and the guardian prepares to fire its beam.

You berate yourself for your unkindness towards Link in your last moments with him and you are forced to come to terms with your untimely death.

Time seems to slow and just as you see the laser make its away to you, a firm yet gentle arm wraps around your waist as your back lands against something solid and warm. The smell of sweet spearmint and earthy pine fills your nose and your body slackens in relief as you recognize this scent—his scent.

"Link." You murmur softly as you turn your head, bearing witness to his skills that rivals none in the kingdom.

He quickly brings the Hylian shield you had gifted to him during his knighthood ceremony and quickly parries the guardian beam causing the large tank of ancient tech to combust immediately before Link tears his arm away from you, choosing to draw his sword and making a quick work of the bokoblin.

Time between you and Link seems to stand still as you stare at his back. Guilt consumes your heart, you worried him horribly this time. Stars, if anything had happened to you, they would've punished Link and ultimately put his head on a pike.

You open your mouth to profusely apologize but Link is quick to bend the knee in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours and you feel horrible when you bear witness to the clear stress and worry swimming in his eyes.

Link gently grasps your hand, squeezing softly that doesn't hurt you in anyway that seems to reassure himself that you're safe and real. "I-.. I know you despise me for restricting your freedom, but please- please, next time if you wish to go out, please take me with you so I am to safeguard you from harm." He looks away, lips pursed softly as his eyes become sullen.

By some instinct—an urge��you cup his face, softly easing him to look at you in the eye once more. You're to speak yet the earnest look in his eyes forces any words to die on your tongue and you're taken off guard with how kind and true your knight is.

"Ser Link, I'm sorry for making you feel as if I despise you. In truth, I don't hate you at all, yet despite that, my actions showed you otherwise, and for that, I apologize. I apologize for snapping at you earlier, and I'm extremely sorry for worrying you with my stupid stunt tonight."

His eyes widen softly, the stars gleam from overhead making them twinkle and the sight seizes your breath. "I'm sorry, Ser Link, for everything." You murmur softly, bowing slightly.

A gentle squeeze to your hand encased in his brings your attention back to him. Your eyes widen from the sight in front of you, your heart stuttering and breath hitching ever so slightly as you see a small smile grace Link's face. He then leans further to place a soft kiss to the back of your balm, his honest eyes never straying from yours.

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Guilt ebbs away at your psyche once more as you recall that you've never apologized for your constant indifference towards him and have actually kept it up.

A grimace itches at your face, "I'm sorry, Ser Link, for the incessant teasing." You sigh meekly, your thumb mindlessly rubbing back and forth on Link's gloved hand.

His eyes widen slightly and you hate yourself even more at the implications—stars, of course he doesn't expect a sincere apology from you as you've gone up and ditched him the second time since the guardian incident!

His reaction bothers you more knowing that the reason why you've began to avoid your knight was because of the constant skips your heart would make whenever you and Ser Link interacted.

Stars, he is your knight and you a princess, never mind your reputation, you'd only sully his and make him a court fool in front of the nobility if you're to pursue him-

You lose yourself to the brewing storm in your mind and ever the observant knight he is, Link notices how your eyes become sullen. He gently squeezes your hand, a move you've become familiar with, and it works as your attention moves back to him.

"Princess, I've no need to forgive you for something that doesn't upset me. I- I'm just glad that you've begun to talk to me comfortably." He murmurs softly and you will your heart to not skip a beat because stars-

His eyes are so blue—an endless sea of honesty and softness that you've come to realize that he's granted only you the privilege of seeing—and the sight has your heart pounding.

A small smile tugs on your lips, "It is one of the many things I can do to make up for how cold and indifferent I've acted towards you, Ser Link." You purse your lips, looking away and Link sees how truly sorry your are in your eyes.

He squeezes your hand once more to get your attention on him once more and the pained smile on your face tugs at his heart strings. "I've constantly taken advantage for your unwavering loyalty, Ser Link. I'm-"

Stars, it truly is upsetting. He is only doing what he is ordered to by your father and you punish him nonetheless? How unkind and unjust for you to treat him like that-

How cruel can you be to someone so innocent in royal affairs? The thought is chilling and it overwhelms your control over your emotions.

A choked gasp leaves your lips as he sees your eyes glaze over with unshed tears. Link is quick to rise, his body moving closer as he patiently waits for your signal.

You catch on and nod despite being unaware of his intentions. Yet from the honest look in his eyes, you realize that you trust the man in front of you wholeheartedly. "I'm sorry for every wrongdoing I've committed against you." You mutter, looking away from him in shame.

Link's hands gently cups your face, and like on the night of the guardian incident, he mimics what you had done and makes you look at him in such a gentle manner that intensifies the ache in your chest.

Your lips are pursed, eyebrows furrowed in guilt, and Link smiles softly to ease your worries. You melt, cheek leaning into his hand as he gently caresses your cheek with the soothing motions of his thumb.

Beautiful. Absolute stunning. Link finds the thought at the forefront of his mind as he looks at you.

"It's okay, princess. Just promise me that you'll allow me to stay by your side." Link murmurs, eyes looking into yours with such a softness that could make you melt even further.

You bring up your hands to cup his as the sweetest smile gracing your face sends his heart racing. "I promise, Link."

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mastercucco · 1 year ago

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Hateno Boy - Part 2 - Link x Reader

The Calamity is gone, but so is Link’s purpose. He feels completely lost in post-Calamity Hyrule where everyone but him seem to have found their new place.

It certainly doesn’t help his restless nights that you, a young Hylian whom Zelda has hired as the new teacher at Hateno School, are slowly taking up more and more of his headspace with each conversation you two have.

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild / Tears of the Kingdom Pairing: Link x fem!Reader Raiting: Mature (might go up, might go down, let’s see) Contains: feel-good, slow burn romance; platonic Link/Zelda; Link being an angsty retired hero Chapter Index | Read on Ao3

Chapter 2 - Heromania

Contains: Link is awkward; Everyone is crazy about the Hero, maybe even you Word count: ~2,9k A/N: Yaas, second chapter, let's goooo

The cool night air sneaks in through the open window, barely keeping you awake. Twilight has come and gone, and you can already hear the first calls of the night owls. Your day at the school is stretching unpleasantly late into the evening once again. You’ve been so focused on creating the new curriculum with the Princess – or Zelda, as she has asked you to call her – that you have completely forgotten all your obligations as a teacher.

Now you’re stuck with a cup of tea that went cold hours ago and a stack of short stories written in poor grammar that you promised to read before the end of the week – a promise that seemed perfectly reasonable four days ago. But tonight? Not so much.

You’ve spent a lot of time with Zelda and her knight these past weeks. Zelda is eager to finish the curriculum before fall comes. You still have several moon cycles to go – summer has barely reached Hateno –, but Zelda isn’t one to waste time. She is dedicated to offering the children the best education they can get. You’re in awe of her devotion to the cause – and a little ashamed by your own lack thereof. You are the teacher, after all. You should be twice as passionate as Zelda is, should you not?

You blame your lack of enthusiasm on these late nights: the cold cups of tea and the ever-growing list of tasks and responsibilities that never seem to get any shorter, no matter how many hours of sleep you sacrifice.

You sigh as you pick up the next story from the stack.

THE HERO AND A MONSTER IN A SVAMP

You snort. The ‘Hero of Hyrule’ craze among your students (or ‘heromania’, as you like to call it) is at its peak. You thought you were being clever when assigning them to write a short story about the Hero, hoping it would excite them to complete an otherwise dull assignment. But you were a bit too clever for your own good in the end: your students got so excited to share stories that all of them returned more than one paper. And who were you to kill their excitement just because you had forgotten to do your part in reading them all in time?

You groan, rubbing your face harshly. You can feel the first throbs of a headache knocking behind your other eye. As amusing as some of the stories are (even Zelda thought so after reading one about Link turning into a giant), you’re slowly starting to despise your work, and your students – and the Hero, for that matter.

Another breath of cool air brushes against your neck. You bury your head in your hands. You don’t actually despise your work, not really. It’s just these late nights that you hate.

You hear the door creaking. Shit, you think in a panic and hurriedly tidy up all your scattered papers and pens. You should have expected Zelda to pay you a visit tonight, just like she has every other night so far. As tired as you feel, you don’t need Zelda to see that. Worst case scenario, she might even think you are slacking.

But when you look up, it’s not the Princess standing at the doors, but her Silent Knight.

“Oh, good evening, Link,” you sigh in relief. You glance at the stack of short stories and, as subtle as you can be, flip the first paper upside down before saying, “Please, come in.”

Link, however, does not. He stands awkwardly in the doorway, his expression turning to a frown as he looks around, as if the last person he expected to find inside the school was you, the teacher.

“The Princess isn’t here,” you say after it becomes clear you are not getting a hello from him.

Link looks like a lost puppy, an apt comparison in your mind: he does follow the Princess around like one. The silence between the two of you feels awkward. Even though you have seemingly spent multiple evenings with him, you two have barely even spoken. Everything you know about him, you have heard from either Zelda or the gossipmongers of Hateno.

Or from your students. Most of it from your students.

“I’m sure she will arrive shortly,” you add, giving him an affirming smile. After hearing this, Link finally steps over the threshold and lets the door creak shut behind him.

“I’m sorry,” he says, still looking around, “I thought she would already be here.”

“There’s no need to apologize,” you say, still smiling, hoping to ease the awkward tension still lingering in the air. You continue, “Please, Link, have a seat while you wait. Would you like some tea?”

Link shakes his head and sits down on one of your students’ chairs. It is way too small for him and whines horribly under his weight. The sight of him is amusing, and you struggle to hold back the smile tucking at the corners of your lips. It becomes extremely clear, extremely fast, that Link is trying to look anywhere but into your eyes. You consider asking about his day but decide against it; he’s not the most talkative person in Hyrule, as you’ve come to learn.

“Please, let me know if you need anything,” you politely say before going back to your work. You have barely finished reading the first sentence of The Hero And A Monster In A Svamp when Link suddenly speaks.

“I’m bothering you,” he says.

You glance up from your paper. He is looking down at his hands, a distant look on his face.

“No, not at all,” you lie, “but I do have to ask you to leave after I’m done with these papers.”

“Oh,” Link says, already getting up.

“No, not now,” you quickly say, “but later. You won’t be able to leave once I lock the doors.”

“Oh,” Link says, again, and slowly sits back down. “Right. Okay. Sorry.” He is glancing at the doors with a look of uncertainty.

“And I do prefer the company,” you assure softly. You give him a smile and – for the first time – he returns it. It’s quick but awfully sweet, and you feel your stomach turning.

He looks down at his hands again. “I could make tea,” he says almost absentmindedly and stands up, still avoiding eye contact. “Would you like some?”

Not waiting for your answer, he rushes upstairs to the kitchenette. It’s going to be a long night, you think to yourself and shift your eyes back to your student’s story.

Ones upon a time there was the Hero of Hyrule. One day he saw a monster in a svamp. He takes his Master sword and he kills the svamp monster and he is So fast because he is stronger then the svamp monster. Everyone is happy. Princess Zelda is happy and we had a big party for The Hero. Mom is there and also my brohter and all my friends are there asswell but dad is crying because svamp monster is really my Nana and everyone is sad. The end.

You rub your eyes. A long, long night…

Your second cup of tea has also gone cold by the time you are done reading the stories.

“Thank Hylia,” you mutter as you push the papers inside your bag. The stories are all sweet – though you question the validity of most of them – but no matter how adorable, you’re glad you don’t have to read one more story about the Hero tonight.

You hastily gather your things and blow out your oil lamp before heading to the doors. You nearly scream when Link steps out of the shadowy corner he was sitting in. He has been so quiet for the past hour that you completely forgot he was even there.

“I’m so sorry,” you mutter, your face flushing with embarrassment. He doesn’t say anything, and his eyes are as quiet as his lips. Instead, he opens the door for you. He gives your back a light, assuring push as you walk past him, something you’ve seen him do to Zelda many times before. His gesture seems automatic, you don’t think he even realizes he does it, but your cheeks blush anyway.

“Are you done with your work?” he asks, even though the answer is obvious as you lock the doors.

“Yes,” you still answer. “Hopefully the Princess doesn’t come here looking for us.”

“No. It’s late,” Link simply says. There’s a tone in his voice you can’t quite put your finger on. Is it disappointment? Or bitterness? You don’t know him well enough to say for certain.

“You’re not going to go look for her?” you ask.

Link shakes his head. “I will walk you home,” he says instead, giving your back another gentle push as you start making your way towards the village.

The silence between you two doesn’t feel as awkward outside, where the rustling of leaves and the singsong of night birds fill in the quiet. The night air is brisk, easing the throbbing pain behind your eye. You sigh. You are happy Link offered to walk you home – though, he would’ve walked past East Wind either way. He has an aura of safety around him, something you much appreciate at this hour, even though you know Hateno to be safe even during the night.

To your surprise, Link breaks the silence first, “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

You get a little startled when you turn to look at him and find him staring right back at you. You don’t think he has ever made eye contact with you in such a straightforward manner. You know you’re blushing. It’s almost like he is searching for something within your gaze.

And all you can think about is just how blue his eyes are.

“Have we really met before?” Link asks.

You can’t help the hint of pity seeping into your smile. It’s clear that the question has been bothering him for quite some time.

“Yes,” you answer, “yes, we have.”

He looks away, his brow furrowing as if he’s trying to force the memory.

“Our family farm is right outside Hateno,” you try to help him out. “You knocked on our door late at night. It was during a thunderstorm, a bad one. I don’t think we’ve had a storm like that since.”

The pace of Link’s footsteps slows down. His eyes are looking straight forward, but he doesn't seem to be actually looking at anything. You can see he is trying his hardest to remember. It pains you a little to see him struggle.

“It’s not that important, Link,” you comfort him. “It was a long time ago.”

“No,” he almost cuts you off, “I remember the storm. And I remember the farmhouse. The man of the house made me creamy mushroom soup.”

“That would be my father,” you smile, “and my mother offered to stitch your tunic, but you refused. And you refused a warm bath, to her horror.”

Link doesn’t laugh with you. He’s looking at you again, eyes observing you closely. You’re blushing hard. You don’t think even you, yourself, have ever looked at your own face as intensely as he is now. You can see frustration building up behind his eyes.

Finally, he shakes his head. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes and looks the other way. “I’m not trying to be rude on purpose.”

“It’s okay, Link,” you say, lightly touching his arm. “You had a lot going on at the time.”

You remember the night well. The first time you met the Hero of Hyrule was only a few months before the Calamity ended. He knocked on your family home’s door in the middle of the night, soaked from the heavy rain, bruised, and shivering. Your mother offered him a bed in the guest room because she recognized his blue tunic (there were rumors of a Champion awakened from a 100-year slumber), and your father made him food because he felt sorry for the boy.

You, too, felt sorry as you watched him eat his soup and then refuse the dry clothes your father offered him. He looked exhausted and on the verge of tears. He’s just a boy, you thought, your heart aching as you watched him rub his eyes dry while he may have thought no one was looking.

You’re not mad at Link for not remembering, nor do you feel disappointed. You never spoke with him. You never once thought he even noticed you sitting there by the fire, observing him quietly.

He was just a boy, you think, struggling to meet his gaze. You were the same age as him back then, and you believed – still do – eighteen was too young to bear the fate of the entire kingdom on his shoulders.

Hateno sleeps quietly. There are no lights, not even a flicker of a single candle behind the darkened windows. There is no chatter, no laughter, no horse hooves, no buzzing insects. Even the wind seems to be on its tiptoes as it blows through the town, as if to avoid disturbing the sleeping people. The sand beneath your boots sounds awfully loud in the silent night.

“May I ask you something in return?” you quietly speak. There’s been a long stretch of silence between the two of you since your earlier conversation. You can see something is still troubling Link, and you don’t want him to go home feeling saddened by memories you didn’t mean to bring up to the surface.

Link doesn’t say anything but he turns to look at you.

“The question is a bit… silly,” you hesitate. He waits patiently for you to continue.

“Uhm,” you mutter, already feeling stupid even thinking of asking what you’re about to ask. “Did you ever, by chance, fight a swamp monster during your travels? A monster that perhaps turned out to be someone’s grandmother?”

Link blinks. “... I’m sorry?”

“Forget about it,” you say with an uncomfortable laugh, motioning for him to stop staring at you. “The children have a wild imagination sometimes.”

Link thinks for a moment before sternly saying, “I have never killed a grandmother.” But the frown on his face makes it seem that he, himself, is not quite so sure of his own statement.

“It’s just something silly one of my students said,” you explain, “I asked them to write down stories they’ve heard about you.”

“Oh,” he says.

“They adore you,” you feel the need to explain further. “It was just for practice. I think most of them just made things up for the assignment. I doubt you ever turned into a giant during your adventures, or did you?”

Link shakes his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “No, I never did,” he says.

“I don’t understand how they can even come up with stories like that,” you laugh. “Poor Teebo swears he saw you riding a bear once!”

“Oh…”

“And one of the girls says their aunt in Lurelin saw you sailing naked all the way from Eventide.”

“... Oh.”

“Can you believe the imagination of these children?” you chuckle, shaking your head.

Link rubs his neck. “Yeah, wild imagination…” he hesitantly agrees, forcing the most unconvincing laugh you’ve ever heard.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry,” you quickly apologize, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It was just a silly assignment.”

“No, I don’t mind. I– uh, I did sail to Eventide and back once,” Link admits, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

You give him a sympathetic smile. “Stories change as they get passed on.”

“Yeah…” Link mutters, rubbing his neck again.

You come to a stop as you reach the East Wind. The store’s windows are pitch-black, just like the rest of the village. You hope you won’t disturb Pruce and his family when you sneak in. He has been generous for letting you stay up in their attic basically for free. Sure, your father knows the shopkeeper well, but you still think not many people from Hateno would offer such kindness to other people’s children. It’s not the most comfortable living arrangement for a woman in her twenties, but it is better than living with your parents. Besides, Zelda has promised you a room on the school’s second floor once it gets cleared out from all the junk left behind during building.

“Thank you for walking me back,” you say as you turn to look at Link, “I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”

“It wasn’t,” Link assures you with a smile so soft it makes your heart flutter. You’re starting to understand why the girls in town act so giddy around him. He does have an endearing smile.

“I’ll see you around,” Link says, still smiling. “Have a good night.”

“You too, Link,” you say, feeling a bit flustered. You don’t quite understand your sudden giddiness, and you wish you could just slap some sense into yourself. You pry your eyes off of him before the butterflies in your stomach get any more restless. You take in a sharp breath when you suddenly feel his hand on your back again, pushing you gently towards the door right before he leaves. You are still certain he has no idea he’s doing it.

The night air feels almost too cold against your warm cheeks. You fumble with your keys for an embarrassingly long time before you get the door open. You can’t understand why suddenly your mind is completely overtaken by the thought of the Princess’ knight giving you such attention. You’ve never felt this starstruck around the Princess, and she, at least, is going to be crowned as the Queen of Hyrule one day.

You curse. There’s no other explanation: it has to be your students’ ‘heromania’ trying to overtake you.

#breath of the wild #botw #link x reader #link x (y/n)#link x you #reader insert #the legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #totk #age of calamity #botw link x reader #totk link x reader #my writing #hateno boy #fics

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sombersummerskies · 1 year ago

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A Champion's Love/A Sage's Regret Masterpost

Summary: You are the Hylian champion, chosen to be so a century ago. Waking up in the Shrine of Resurrection is a shock, but having no memories to go along with that isn't helping. You listen to the stories you're told, however. You need to save Hyrule and the Princess. Those you meet along the way will be of great help to you. And perhaps some of those who you meet on your journey will prove to be much more than just an ally and friend. TL;DR: A reader insert fic where the reader themself is the Hylian Champion rather than Link

Chapters for A Champion's Love: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40

Chapters for A Sage's Regret: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

So !!! This is being cross-posted from my AO3 (it's also on wattpad where surprisingly a lot of people have read it). Unsure how many people will read it here, but I'm going to share it regardless, and maybe some other stories in the future too :) The story is currently in the sequel which takes place during the TOTK timeline. The BOTW half of the story (A Champion's Love) is complete !!

#botw #breath of the wild #totk #tears of the kingdom #loz #fanfic #x reader #reader insert #female reader #prince sidon #prince sidon x reader #sidon x reader

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sword-is-bored · 2 years ago

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As It Pours

(Link X Reader)

You getting sick of me yet?

Link watched (Y/n) from under a tree. It was pouring rain and yet they were so happy to be outside. They faced the sky and let raindrops fall down their face. Their clothes and hair slowly got wet, but they couldn’t care. Link watched as they began to sway and hum a song. Their arm began to lead them, and they started dancing to the quiet song they sang. Link sighed, smiling and looking up into the leaves. He was nice and dry here, but they looked so happy out there. He wanted to see their happiness up close. Link stepped out into the rain, letting the cool droplets kiss his cheeks.

(Y/n) had their eyes closed. When Link stepped in their circle and took their hand they were taken aback. “I thought you didn’t want to get wet.” They said quietly. Link shrugged and took their other hand, humming a tune. (Y/n) smiled and began to hum with Link. Following the beat of their song the two swayed together. Link’s hands warmed up (Y/n)’s. (Y/n) pulled Link back and the two began to dance. Lightning flashed across the sky, Link looked worried for a moment. (Y/n) pulled their hand from his and cupped his face. “We’ll be fine. The goddess sees us.” They said simply.

They took Link’s hands once again and pulled back. They took Link’s arms and wrapped them around their body. They pressed their back against his chest, reveling in the feeling of being held like this. He continued to hold their hands, gently swaying to the humming. The rain ran down his back, he proved to be a big umbrella for (Y/n). Link kissed (Y/n) in the crook of their neck, enjoying the close intimacy. (Y/n) sighed and leaned back, staring up at the grey skies once again. Though these were few and far between, intimate moments like this made everything worth it.

#the legend of zelda #link legend of zelda #link is a softie and i stand by that #x reader #link x reader #link x you #reader insert #gender neautral reader #breath of the wild #legend of zelda breath of the wild #link botw

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maple-the-awesome · 2 years ago

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|| LINKED UNIVERSE/LEGEND OF ZELDA MASTERLIST ||

FANDOM MASTERLIST 💜 REQUEST (Read Rules!)

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💖- Series

🥰- Completed Series

🥵- Smut

✨- Personal Favorites

💧- Contains eventual warnings/possibly sensitive content (the specific warnings will always be listed at top of the story and/or the exact chapter they occur in)

The Chain

Happy New Year!

When Another Finds Out About His Crush: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

You Sacrifice Yourself for Him: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

He Meets an Evil Version of You: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

He Becomes a Dad: Part 1, Part 2

The Chain Meets Your Baby: Part 1, Part 2

Body Swap!: Part 1, Part 2

The Chain Meets You, His Partner: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Another Link Crushes On You: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Four

Tiny Details

Legend

While the Night is Young

Twilight

Twilight's Calling

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ridreamir · 7 months ago

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Yellow Footsoldier (Link and Kohga)

Slight spoilers for TOTK ahead, a (joke post) continuation of: Draft created Jun 15th, 2023, never posted. Figured I could do it at least that much :-)

There was something suspicious about the new guy.

With Kohga in the depths on another expedition, you'd been left with a few of the blademasters and footsoldiers, who were busy readying the Zonai parts brought back from the last scavenge and guarding the banana pile. Hey, that banana pile was really important to them. It was starting to become important to you, too.

These days, he'd been disappearing into the hellscape below Hyrule a lot more frequently than he used to. And while you half-understand that he worships a literal evil incarnate figure that's essentially their god and darkness is their thing, you can't help but feel every muscle in your body clench at the thought of going down there. Especially with the implications that you were once a member of a 'special' lineage. The crown princess was expected to literally glow. Who knows what might happen if you were to go down there.

His expeditions have been getting longer and longer. That was warning enough that things were progressing rapidly, and you didn't have the best track record with 'change'. He wasn't going to like it, and you weren't going to like finding out what he'd do if he caught you.

This was survival, you decided. And if he didn't want you to leave, he shouldn't have made escaping so easy.

......

There was something wrong with the new guy.

He hardly had a purpose amongst the clansmen, but he walked around the place like he was either overconfident or completely and utterly lost. Which of the two you weren't exactly sure, but when you caught him about to tip a pot over off the side of a particularly high shelf you called out for him to stop. Hey, you liked looking at that pot. It was decorative...

Then he stared at you, entire body tense. Must've been embarrassed about being caught, or something. Now the new guy really, really liked trailing you like some sort of creepy weirdo. Anything you tried to tell Kohga went right in one ear and out the other, though. The Yellow footsoldier was an esteemed member of the Yiga Clan and a very upstanding man, apparently. He's the strongest warrior, the best of the best, blah blah blah. So yeah. Asking your captor to pay special concern for you was, in hindsight, not the most logical idea. Expecting anything logical from these demon worshipping bozos was a bad idea. And so you've been plotting your escape. First the depths, now a man walking around in a banana colored suit who, though perfectly toned and *definitely* not all that, ehem, well endowed... cough... it's just too freaky! All wrong! It's all wrong!! He's attached to your hip! He hovers when you polish the Zonai fans, stares from across the room when you sit on the sandstone steps, watches ever more intensely any time you handle anything for yourself.

And he's been getting in the way more often than not, especially with how you fumble knowing that he's watching from some unseen corner at all hours of the day. Hylia above, you can't even sleep in peace without worrying he'll be peeking through the bars of your cell-turned-bedroom. At least the other footsoldiers give you some semblance of privacy.

That's it. You really can't take it anymore. Bye, Kohga, bye, banana man. Peace out. .... When you sneak out one night, you think you've gotten away with it. But then you hear the snap of a twig, turn around, and find Mr. Banana freezing mid stalk.

Ah, shit. And freedom was so close, too... You sigh, and decide to save him the trouble. You walk yourself right back into your cell.

(Meanwhile, you have no clue that Link behind you has been trying to get you out of there for weeks now.)

...

. The premise reminded me of this song's cover.

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Here's a link to a video of someone dying the armor set with bananas:

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dervampireprince · 2 years ago

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ASMR | LOZ - Sidon x Listener SFW Bathing And Resting With Sidon

[M4A] [Established relationship] [Reunited] [Bathing - water sounds] [Sleep aid] [Comfort] [Romantic] [Kissing]

He's back, he's back! I've been wanting to bring him back for a while and when seeing him announced to be back in the next Zelda game made me need to bring him back even more.

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thequietkid-moonie · 2 years ago

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Reader help Link after he wakes up

[ HEADCANONS ] [ The Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild ]

I remember reading an idea like this some time ago and also there was This discussion of how Link doesn't remember anything and still have to save Hyrule 😟

So I decided to write my own versión, hope you like it! =D

Link had been waken up for a beautiful voice that lead him outside of the strange place he was on, and since Link had wake up he had been lead to do diferent things by people he doesn't know without much room to protest

Everything had culmine when the strange old man revealed to be the last king of Hyrule and tells him that he is a campeon destined to defeat the calamity that haunt the castle before disearing and leave him alone once again. Not knowing much than his mision or that he should go to Kakariko, Link start his journey

You could meet him on his way, either because you live in Kakariko or because you are an adventurer and find him on the middle of his road, either way who you meet isn't the warrior that had just wake up to fulfil his goal, who you meet is a man with old clothes that look at everything confused and amused, just like a toddler discovering the world for the first time

Lately had been happening strange things (like the towers that just appeared from nowhere) and meeting someone like him is pretty strange, he could easily be a Yiga, so being wary of him will be normal, and he can understand somewhat even if that place look somehow familiar he is nothing much than a stranger, no matter what he was in the past, is a past he doesn't even remember

When you asked him who he is or what he is doing he can't do more than look away shamessly, what he was supose to say? That the voice of the princess Zelda had just woke him up? that he is destined to defeat Ganon?

But when you ask him if he needs help he was taken aback, it doesn't matter if is for pitty or because you want to keep a close eye on him, you had just offer him your help. If you are an adventurer your help will be of great help actually, since he doesn't know how to do pretty much nothing right now, and even if you aren't one still, a little help is welcome

He still was unsure to acept your help, he didn't know if he should trust you, but in reallity he barely know what to do and some help will be good, so he hesitatly accept it. At first he just wanted to go to Kakariko to find Impa as the King had tell him, not wanting to make her wait more time than she already wait

Since he is still pretty new to everything soon you will get the opportunity to help him more, he has to visit all the kingdoms and search for the rest of the shrines and towers, even if the only things you could do for him is teach him some things about the world it would be a great help

After some time that you started helped him you two will end up being good friends, he holds you close to his heart since you are practically his first friend since he has waken up and he is grateful for your help

If you are an adventurer then the two of you will end up traveling together even if is just for a while and he will try to learn from you all he can too. Still, after he start to continue with his adventure he invite you over to travel to the other kingdoms (he doesn't express it but it would make him really happy if you accept), but if you decline his offer he will respect your choise and will still try to keep un contact with you and pay you a visist whenever he is near the place you are

If you aren't an adventurer that will become a motivation for him to became stronger so he could take you at least on a little trip. Also, whenever he cames to pay you a visit and this time is him who teach you something new he will feel really proud of himself (and gives him more motivation to continue with his journey)

In either case (when you don't go with him) whenever he visist you he always brings a gift for you from wherever he was, it could be different materials that you could use or he know you need, or something he knows you will like (specially from the kingdom you are more interesed on)

He wants to tell you about the places he visit or all the things he does, but since he really doesn't like talking too much (or isn't too confortable with it) he gets used to taking a lot of photos with the Sheikah Slate so he could show you

Also, he will let you try and experiment with the Runes of the Sheikah Slate, specially if you two travel together being that then you two will have more oportunities to try it, but please don't point it out because he will feel embarrased for being so irresponsable (he just want to have some fun with his best friend)

Whenever he retrieve one of his memories he needs some time to process it, it could be difficult for him since he is learning about his past and even about himself, so he could hold back himself a little and even quietly searching your company since it comforts him

#the legend of zelda #the legend of zelda x reader #tloz #tloz x reader #breath of the wild #breath of the wild x reader #botw #botw x reader #link #link x reader #x reader #x gn reader #reader insert

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mylove-iv · 10 months ago

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⠀𐔌 . ⋮ golden child, lion boy; tell me what it's like to conquer .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ botw! link x fem! reader ɞ

synopsis: when the kingdom goes to war, the goddess's chosen Hero is desperate to keep you safe. in his attempts to give you everything, you gradually became nothing.

genres: angst, romance. | mentions an established relationship, set pre-calamity.

rating: mature, 18+ (mdni).

content warnings: unclear time skips,mild/implied sexual content, slight spoilers (slight canon divergence), (indirect) mentions of war.

reader specifications: reader was detailed to have curves and dips, was also implied that reader wears/uses a silk nightie, no pronouns were used but was written with a female reader in mind.

word count: 1.09k words.

―originally posted on @mydarling-iv, aug. 25, 2023

‎‧₊ part ii ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

Sleep does not come to Link that easily. Despite holding you in his arms as you slept, your warmth did not beckon his eyelids to fall. Instead, he gazes fondly at your sleeping face.

Link's heart soars as a smile tugs at his lips but soon falters as he feels fear creep in. The over-looming threat of the Calamity continuously draws near. Then, the view of you blurs as Link drowns himself in his thoughts.

He hesitates, questioning whether or not his decision is right, if the lack of your say in the matters is the correct thing to do. It feels wrong, a raw disgust filling his veins but his fear overpowers his rationality, rearing its ugly head that Link is forced to look at.

But as he stares into the eyes of the King of Hyrule, he is forced to come to terms that if he refuses the offer, you may be vulnerable to the incoming Calamity’s wrath. And so, Link deludes himself into believing that this is what is necessary to keep you out of harms way.

He’s snapped back into reality as you snuggle further into him, your warmth permeating through his skin and into his soul. Gradually, Link feels his fears melt away. It needs to be done, for no cost is too great to keep you safe. He thinks, hand gently cupping your sleeping face.

“You are dear to me, I don’t want to ever let you go nor would I ever give you up,” Link’s words are hushed—masked as a promise—only heard by the moon and stars above. He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead as unshed tears glaze his eyes.

“I want to protect you, I want to guard you from the world that tries to so desperately dim your light—And by the stars, this I promise you for I love you too much.”

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

The move to Castle Town was much livelier than expected. Despite having to tear himself from you due to knightly duties, Link made an effort to always give you his time.

Laughter rings in your new, quaint home, smiles are pressed against each other, you both embrace each other when the moon rises and Link finds it hard to leave your serene hug but he must do what he is bound to and you continuously find yourself awaking to a cold bed.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

As the brightness of Spring quickly passes, Winter arrives, taking all the sweet liveliness of Spring with it, leaving the world—your world—cold and barren as a distance stretches itself between you and Link, your lover returning home more guarded and unreadable as time passes.

He is repeatedly sent on countless missions, tasked with being at the very forefront of wiping out monster and enemy camps. Your heart aches whenever he softly kisses you goodbye, and yet whenever he arrives home safely—alive—you find that the ache in your chest has never left in the first place.

You kiss him passionately, wanting to bruise him so that he wouldn’t be able to forget you. Though now much silent, Link shares the same sentiments as he worships your body, engraving marks reminding you of him into your soft skin that both reassures you and intensifies the longing in your heart.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Time passes and Link steadily climbs the ranks, his time split between fighting at the frontlines and guarding Hyrule’s sole princess.

He’s given a noble title, land to go with it, and prestige. Yet, when you move into the estate he’s given, it doesn’t feel like home, instead it’s cold and barren, devoid of the love you and Link once filled your cozy apartment with.

Your lover dominates high society, titles falling at his feet whenever he’d come home victorious, yet why does it feel like you’ve lost him throughout his feats?

You no longer embrace each other before bed, his side of the bed remaining cold from dusk till dawn, nor does a boyish smile ever grace his face whenever you try to crack a joke, instead you’re only met with his furrowed brows and tired eyes.

Despite how Link has become dismissive and cold, you hold him gently in your arms, bare skin against bare skin and only now do you see that he’s been cracked enough as it is, his heart more shattered than he lets on.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

He envelops you whole, skin feverish as Link’s lips are merciless, leaving no spot of your skin untouched—unmarked—and your heart swells as a small part of you mourns.

“I love you and I will love you as long as I am able to love.” Link whispers, his words soft compared to the blatant sin he commits.

Your eyes flutter to a close, your hand finding home in his hair before you gently tug at his roots, eliciting a satisfying groan from your lover.

“I want everything back, the way it was.” Your words are a breathy as you speak and Link has to resist the urge to capture your lips.

But before you’re able to continue, a quick knock interrupts, breaking the bubble you and your lover were in. “Captain, you are needed.” A man, who you suppose was your lover’s subordinate, stated.

Link’s eyes stay glued to you, committing every slope, dip, and curve of yours to memory. “Is it urgent?” Link mutters loud enough for the man to hear, his blue eyes dark as an ocean’s, and you think that this is how people drown.

A quiet sigh leaves your lips as you go to grab your silken nightie, your body tensing as Link’s bare chest meets your back. He places soft kisses to your bare shoulder before he reaches the junction of your neck and shoulder.

“It’s Princess Zelda, sire, she was reported to be missing and seen on horseback heading to Gerudo.” The kisses on your shoulder ceases, an inaudible curse falling from Link’s lips and before you know it, your lover’s warmth is ripped from your back.

His clothes rustle, almost seeming to mock you and you feel your heart slowly sink again. Link gently cups your face, pivoting slightly so he’s able to see your face. Yet, you avoid his gaze.

Link places a delicate kiss to your forehead, silently promising that he’ll be back soon but yet, he becomes a blind eye to how your eyes dim.

The door shuts behind him and you’re left alone, feeling used and cold. “I want everything back, the way it was.” Tears run down your cheeks as his absence burns a deeper hole into your heart. “But there is no point to it, this wanting.”

#𝐢𝐯'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.°♡༉‧₊#legend of zelda: gallery of the wilds ༉‧₊˚✧#legend of zelda #breath of the wild #loz #botw #legend of zelda link x reader #breath of the wild link x reader #loz link x reader #botw link x reader #botw link #botw link angst #botw link fluff #botw link smut #link x reader #link x fem reader #link x you #reader insert

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mastercucco · 1 year ago

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Hateno Boy - Part 1 - Link x Reader

The Calamity is gone, but so is Link’s purpose. He feels completely lost in post-Calamity Hyrule where everyone but him seem to have found their new place.

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild / Tears of the Kingdom Pairing: Link x fem!Reader Raiting: Mature (might go up, might go down, let's see) Contains: feel-good, slow burn romance; platonic Link/Zelda; Link being an angsty retired hero Chapter Index | Read on Ao3 A/N: Very excited to write something possibly disgustingly cute. The story takes place after the events in BotW but before the beginning of TotK. All characters are adults! I hope you enjoy the story! xx

Chapter 1 - Purpose

Contains: Link being an angsty retired hero; Zelda being embarrassed by Link's inability to talk to girls (or other human beings in general) Word count: ~1,3k A/N: Please look past any weird sentences, English isn't my first language :p

A breath of warm air blows from the sea, gentle on skin and smelling of sea salt. The wind hurries over the hills of Necluda, tall grass bowing before it like waves on an emerald green ocean. Once it reaches Link sitting on top of the hills, it gently tugs on his hair and pushes his hood down.

He has been sitting there for quite some time now – so long that the tips of his ears are starting to redden from the wind, as gentle as it is. The sun that was high up when he arrived at the hills, is now hanging low over the horizon. It is soon time for him to go; Zelda asked him in the morning to stop by the school before sundown.

He is alone, as he is on most days nowadays. There isn’t much for him to do: Zelda is busy rebuilding Hateno, the recently finished village school her new pride and joy. And when she isn’t mingling with the villagers, she’s kept busy with her research at the Tech Lab. She doesn’t require an escort anymore, not after Purah hired a young researcher to assist them decipher ancient Zonai texts anyway. The man rarely leaves Zelda’s side when the two of them are together – which is often. Very often.

Link was jealous at first. After all, he is the Princess’ appointed knight, and he is the one who wields the Master Sword, and he is the one who saved Zelda’s life – not some overly excited, self-proclaimed explorer with a stupidly tall frame and an apparent distaste for wearing upper garments that hide his muscles.

Eventually, his jealousy morphed into loneliness – something he did a terrible job of hiding from Zelda. She asked him if he wanted to return to Hyrule Castle to help the Royal Guard in training new soldiers. Link said no, that he likes it here in Hateno.

“I wouldn’t mind if you go,” Zelda said, gently placing her hand on top of his, “I can see how lost you are here.”

Somehow, Zelda seeing straight through his lies and offering him kindness hurt more than her asking Link to leave in the first place. After that, Link couldn’t help but feel even more uncertain and disconnected. Everyone had seemingly moved on, everyone but him. While he still remains close with Zelda, honoring his duty, accompanying her whenever she travels outside of Hateno, even living with her, he knows deep down that she doesn’t need him anymore. The Calamity is gone, and so is his purpose.

The sun hangs low when Link arrives at Hateno School. The sky is flaring in shades of red, reminding Link of a cozy fire under a cooking pot – somewhere he would much prefer to be. The school’s front doors are open, but the playground is silent and the windows are dark, all except one. It has been a while since Link last visited the school. The children adore him, which is exactly why he prefers to stay away. Their looks of admiration and curious questions make him uneasy. Ever since moving to Hateno, all he has wanted is to lay low, going as far as to hide his head-turning Champion’s tunic in the bottom of his drawer. He wanted to throw the tunic away, but Zelda wouldn’t let him.

He can already hear Zelda’s excited chattering when he reaches the open doors and quietly steps inside. Zelda is having an eager conversation with a young Hylian woman – you – whom Link doesn’t remember seeing before. He does remember Zelda telling him about a new teacher she hired a few months back, and he figures it must be you.

You notice Link arriving before Zelda does and give him a polite smile in greeting. Only when he lightly taps on Zelda’s shoulder does she stop talking and turn around.

“Oh, Link,” she smiles. “You have impeccable timing. We were just talking about you!”

Link furrows his brow. Great, just great, he thinks, already feeling the tips of his ears growing warmer.

“Only good things,” you assure with an awkward laugh. “The Princess told me you made the apple pie she brought the other day.”

Link hopes that the dim light of the oil lamps is enough to hide his red ears. He clears his throat, though not even intending to say anything.

“I don’t think you two have met before, have you?” Zelda says, giving Link an encouraging nudge.

Even after all the years spent in royal banquets practicing formal pleasantries with Hyrule’s nobility, Link still feels awkward having to introduce himself. Nonetheless, he extends his hand for a greeting. When you offer him yours, he brings it to his lips and gives your knuckles a polite kiss. Your skin feels soft and pleasant, he thinks, now horribly self-aware of just how sweaty his own palm is.

When he looks back at you, even he can pick up the awkward tension in your smile and words as you introduce yourself. He feels his whole face heat up, not really understanding what he did wrong but knowing he must have, because even Zelda has the same tension in her smile as you do.

“He is very accustomed to his formal greetings from his days at the Castle,” Zelda says with a forced smile and gives Link a look. Only then does he realize that a hand kiss, though adequate in greeting a noble woman, is not something you, a village school teacher, was expecting from a Royal Knight. He would apologize, but his mouth is dry and no words come out.

“And, well, you probably already know of Link,” Zelda breaks the uncomfortable silence after it becomes clear Link isn’t going to introduce himself.

“The Hero of Hyrule,” you say, knowingly. “We have actually met before.”

We have? Link thinks, the heat of embarrassment getting unbearable. All he wants to do is run home and hide under his bed covers for the rest of eternity. This is why he rarely leaves their home or willingly socializes with the villagers. He would cringe if he wasn’t too embarrassed to move his face muscles.

“You have?” asks Zelda out loud, her disapproving eyes boring into Link’s.

“It was years ago,” you are quick to add. “He took refuge in our family home once. I wouldn’t blame him for not remembering.”

Zelda doesn’t appear quite as understanding when she shoots another scolding look at Link, the pink in her own cheeks deepening as well. “Please,” she says as she turns back to you, “accept my apology. Link can be awfully forgetful sometimes.” She gives him a final glare that, at last, makes him drop his head. He’s not sure if dying of embarrassment is a real occurrence, but if it is, then he must be very close to leaving Hyrule for good.

“It’s quite alright, Your Highness,” you say with a slightly uneasy laugh that fails to fully mask your discomfort. “I don’t mind it, really. Like I said, it was years ago.”

There is an uncomfortable silence between the three of you. Then Zelda claps her hands, and the tension breaks like a taut rubber band. Link sighs, relieved.

“Well,” Zelda says, “now that we are done with introductions, perhaps we can show Link the curriculum we’ve been working on? I’m sure he can give us his opinion on the section about monster parts and their usage in elixirs.”

When you turn to look for something from your writing table’s drawers, Link grabs Zelda’s sleeve and gives her a pleading look. Zelda narrows her eyes and shakes her head.

“Do not even think of fleeing” she hisses in his ear before she hurries over to you to help you with a pile of scrolls close to toppling over. Link lets out a silent grunt and looks longingly at the open doors. The sun has gone down, the sky now the same shade as embers cooling down under a cooking pot – somewhere he would much prefer to be.

Chapter 2 - Heromania »

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sombersummerskies · 8 months ago

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A Sage's Regret: Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Exchanging Pleasantries

Word Count: 4370

CW: None

Want all the chapters? -> Masterlist

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He speaks your name.

It’s as if the entire world stops revolving around you. There, just a few meters away, was Prince Sidon. His eyes meet your own and it feels as if it would be painful to look away from him. Your breath hitches in your throat, which doesn’t help with the soreness from the way you’d been screaming. Quickly you force yourself to snap out of this daze, remembering the situation you were in.

“Please,” you plead once more, practically stumbling through the grass as you approach the Zora, “this little boy, I found him in the lake- there’s sludge in his gills, I can’t get it out-”

Your voice trembles as you speak and your eyes sting with tears that you hadn’t realized had begun to flow forth.

A soldier- Gaddison, you realize, walks up and holds out her arms, an offer to take the boy into her care. Your arms shake as you begin to hand him over, not due to lack of strength, but rather out of fear. You are terrified of the outcome, worried beyond belief for this little Zora’s life.

“Wait,” a voice speaks up suddenly, “please, give him to me. I believe I should be able to aid him.”

You’re stunned because once again it feels as if the wind has been knocked right out of you. That voice, Sidon’s voice, it was a complete contradiction to your soul. How could something be so soothing and yet simultaneously so nerve-racking? Still, you force yourself to look up, as your emotions are not the priority at this moment.

You suck in a breath as you approach the fountain. The silver and blue architecture has been forged into the familiar crest of the Zora; a tri-circle shape that traps within it a flow of pure water. Or at least it would normally be pure, fresh water if it weren’t for the waterfall of sludge raining down from the sky islands above. The muck taints the fountain, turning what should be crystal clear liquid into a disgusting slop of filth.

It’s only upon closer inspection that you realize Sidon’s arms glow a gentle blue, all too similar to the glow of his sister’s healing abilities. You watch with curious eyes as he, somehow, seems to be able to manipulate the water. Separating the sludge from the fresh water. Your eyes widen as you realize that it’s him keeping the muck from the sky at bay. He’s the one preventing the entirety of the domain from being overrun by the poisonous filth.

‘How long has he been doing this,’ you wonder as you walk closer, ‘has he been sleeping? Eating? Even just sitting to rest?’

It is only when you’re standing just an arm's length away from the prince that you finally look up once more. His silver collar and cuffs reflect the light of the sun, practically making him glow. There’s an expression of sympathy on his face as his gaze flickers between you and the small Zora in your arms. You’re still holding him protectively, cradling him close to your chest.

Gently he holds out his arms, taking his attention away from the flowing muck. “Here,” he says softly, “allow me.”

Without meaning to, you hold your breath as you step into the fountain, the cool water soaking through your clothing and boots. You stand before Sidon and carefully lift the boy up, treating him with all the care in the world. It takes a significant amount of willpower to not react when you feel the prince’s hands and arms brush against your own. You watch as he takes the small Zora into his arms, and due to his height, he makes the young boy seem even smaller than he already is.

Sidon steps into a deeper section of the fountain and kneels. He submerges his body in the water and lowers the young Zora with him. You watch with bated breath as he sits, allowing the fountain to flow over the little boy’s aquamarine scales. The prince has a look of intense concentration on his face as he focuses on the child, the blue glow returning to his palm as he hovers his arm over him. It’s as if he’s searching for something, slowly moving his hand over the boy’s torso.

His eyes widen and you watch as he clenches his palm into a fist and flicks his arm back. You gasp as the movement causes muck to fly out from within the young boy’s gills. The little Zora coughs, curling onto his side as he inhales painfully.

The prince eases him further into the water, holding him so that the gills on his torso are submerged. “Breath,” the prince says in a soothing voice, “breath, young one, you’re alright.”

Your legs move before your brain tells them to, kneeling in the water beside Sidon and looking down at the young boy. Ever so carefully you lift an arm and touch your hand to the little Zora’s head. Gently you run your hand down across his scales, similarly to how you’d run your fingers through the hair of a Hylian.

“It’s okay,” you murmur, luckily able to disguise the fact that your throat feels tight with emotion, “you’re safe. We’re here, just keep breathing.”

Ever so slowly the little boy’s racing heart seems to calm. His heaving chest slows as you help him regulate his breathing, watching the way his gills flutter as he takes in the oxygen through the water. Your own breathing stutters when you feel him reach a hand up, latching his small fingers onto your arm as he seeks out comfort.

The little Zora tilts his head and you watch as he slowly blinks his eyes open. Youthful eyes look back into your own, his golden irises full of both curiosity and exhaustion. He seems to stare up at you as you continue to gently run your palm along his head and fin. You offer him a gentle smile, palpable relief in your chest.

What you fail to notice is the way Sidon glances at your hand, his eyes wide with confusion.

‘He’s safe. He’s okay. Thank the goddess.’

Your eyes flick upward and realize that the prince is staring back, though he seemingly averts his gaze as though he’d been caught.

‘No. Thank Sidon.’

Once again you find your body acting on its own before your mind instructs it to. “What did you do?” you ask in a soft voice, not wanting to disrupt the young child, “how… how did you do that?”

In all the scenarios you’d imagined of what might have been the first words you’d utter to the prince upon seeing him again, those certainly didn’t come anywhere close. You had imagined a plentitude of things; passionate reunions, fiery arguments, tearful encounters. Never once had you thought that what would bring you together again would be partially due to a young child in need. Perhaps the distraction was needed, though, as it would help you avoid stumbling over your words like a fool upon seeing the Zora prince again.

Sidon seems almost taken aback by the question. As if he, too, had not expected you to ask him those words. But he quickly recovers and offers you a gentle smile before lowering his gaze back down to the boy in your arms. Looking at him up close you’re able to take in a few more details about his appearance- primarily how absolutely exhausted the man looks. There are deep bags under his eyes and his scales, typically brighter with their crimson hue, seem duller than normal.

“Water manipulation,” he answers, matching your soft tone, “the same as my mother and dear sister. However, where they were more inclined toward healing, I seem to be able to use it to will the water to follow my commands. It is how I have been cleansing the water atop the mountain here.”

He momentarily gestures to the flow of muck from the sky islands above. You realize warily that with him devoting his attention to aiding this young Zora, the filth has slowly been encroaching upon more of the freshwater.

“I’ve been using this ability to cleanse the water,” he continues to explain in a quiet voice, turning his attention back to you, “I find that I’ve been able to separate the muck from the water which flows down into the domain. Thus, I’ve been able to keep the palace partially protected. It ensures that my people may rest easy without the threat of illness until we find a way to stop this endless downfall.”

His eyes meet your own and you notice a momentary stammer in his words before he continues, “with this young one, I was able to use my powers to find the contaminated water within him. We Zora do not have lungs like you Hylians, instead, we breathe by taking in oxygen through our gills on our torsos. With the way the muck dirties the water, it had lodged itself within him rather than cycling through. I was able to use this water manipulation to remove it from his body. We shall closely monitor him to ensure that he shows no signs of poisoning, but luckily it seems that he was able to be treated before he could grow sick. Thanks to you, of course.”

You shake your head and avert your eyes, “no, please don’t thank me. After all, you’re the one who truly healed him.”

He tilts his head, a look of furrowed confusion on his face, “but it was you who brought him here. If it weren’t for you I imagine he would still be stuck in the muck elsewhere-”

“Please-” you interrupt him, guilt lashing within you. After everything that had occurred in the last few weeks, the last thing you felt worthy of was praise. You had lost your strength. You had lost your sword. You had lost the princess. You felt that you had not earned any thanks and to hear them made your stomach twist and writhe uncomfortably. “Just… don’t. Not now.”

Sidon shuts his mouth, lips pulled into a thin line. You can tell he’s displeased but neither of you will argue, and certainly not with this young boy in your grasp. Before either of you can speak again the little Zora reaches up with his hand, making a grabbing motion toward you. There’s a small smile on your face as you use your free hand to reciprocate. He reacts excitedly, wrapping his small fingers around your own. Rather cutely the tail of his headfin seems to wag beneath the water.

“He’s quite young,” the prince says, a grin on his face as he watches the little boy interact with you, “I cannot pinpoint his exact age, but if I were to compare it to how Hylians grow I’d say that he’s at a similar stage to a toddler… far too young to be without his parents, yet…”

Sidon’s words trail off and there’s a pang in your heart as you come to the same realization as him. For a child so young to be found all alone in such a precarious situation… you feared that his parents may have met a similar fate- or worse. You cover up the ache by smiling at the little Zora once more. The last thing you wanted would be to scare him whilst he was still recovering.

The prince returns to his full height and steps away, though you can overhear the quick conversation he has with his guards. He gives them two sets of instructions, the first is to take the little Zora down to the domain where he can be overseen by nurses. The second is to arrange for a search of the boy’s parents in the waters that surround the domain and highlands.

You hear your name and glance over your shoulder. “Bring the boy here, please,” another soldier, Rivan, asks kindly, “we shall escort him to the palace to receive medical attention.”

With a nod you slowly rise, wrapping your arms around the child and cradling him carefully once more. Now that he’s able to breathe properly and has regained some of his senses, he giggles and seems to find some excitement in being carried. His little grabby hands cling to your clothing, bright eyes staring up at you as you walk away from the fountain.

This becomes a problem when you attempt to hand him over to the guards.

The little Zora immediately grows fussy, shaking his head and tightening his hold on you. It causes you to stammer, both confused and embarrassed by the situation you find yourself in. A small child clinging to you as if you were some kind of a mother.

You attempt to soothe him, “hey, it’s okay, you’ll be alright. They’re going to help you. I promise I’ll go and visit you, but they have to take care of you first. Okay?”

Whether or not the little boy can even understand the words you say to him, you don’t know. But your gentle tone of voice seems to be working, his grip slowly loosening as he raises his head. His golden eyes blink at you, and your heart breaks a little when you see the tears that’ve begun to gather.

“Shhh, it’s alright,” you murmur, using one hand to brush away the tears before they stain his cheeks, “you’ll see me again soon, I swear it.”

The young Zora opens his mouth, and for just a moment you think he’s going to speak, but instead a string of babbles and coos comes out. You think you catch a few words that he attempts to say, but it seems as though his speech isn’t developed enough yet. Either way, he’s still adorable, and you seem to have pacified him enough to be able to hand him over to the guards.

This time he doesn’t put up a fight, allowing Gaddison to take him into her arms.

“I’ll get him down to the tide pools right away, there we will be able to monitor him,” she informs you, “would you like to say bye to the Hylian champion, little one?”

The little Zora scrunches up his face in concentration, sticking his tongue out as he attempts to speak, “bbpb… pbhh… bu-buh-bye!”

It takes an enormous amount of your willpower not to squeal over his cuteness. You want to maintain at least a sliver of your dignity after all. Instead, you opt to wave your arm (your regular arm) and say goodbye in return.

Gaddison takes her leave with the young boy in tow. As they walk away you can overhear the child excitedly repeating ‘bye’ over and over again, seemingly thrilled to have added the word to his vocabulary. You can’t help but laugh softly, the sight warming your heart.

With the distraction that the young Zora offered gone, however, you’re left with a new problem. You’re still standing close to Sidon, and you can practically feel the way he continuously flicks his eyes to glance at you. Your shoulders tense and there’s a writhing coil of emotion inside of you.

‘What is this feeling?’ you ask yourself, hesitating to turn and face the prince, ‘ah… right. Awkwardness. This was inevitable.’

As you finally turn and look up at him, that ache in your chest suddenly returns to you. The pain in your heart which you had felt while speaking with Lady Yona. The pain that had been following you for weeks- or, rather, years at this point. You nervously clear your throat.

“Prince-”

“Champion-”

You had both attempted to speak at the same time, interrupting one another without meaning to.

“Sorry, go ahead-”

“Apologies, I did not mean to-”

And then you did it again right after. Your face feels as if it’s on fire, your embarrassment must have been palpable. You would enjoy nothing more than to dig a hole in the ground and hide within it right now.

The prince sucks in a breath, pausing for a moment before he says, “... it is good to see you. I received word that you had gone missing and was beside myself with concern. Whatever could have transpired?”

You do your best to explain the circumstances of the last few weeks in as few sentences as possible. You’d lost track of how many times you had told this story by now, and you could only imagine that you would have to do it at least a dozen more. It is no less shocking the tenth time than it was the first, however, and you watch the prince’s eyes widen as he listens to you.

“To think something like that could have taken place beneath Hyrule Castle. And afterward, you mysteriously awoke on a sky island… the sky… could it be that the sky is the key to everything after all?” he murmurs, and seemingly sees the confusion on your face before he explains, “ah, my apologies. I have actually been wondering if those floating sky islands could be the source of the falling sludge. It is why I have tasked a Zora historian with investigating ruin fragments and all historical documents related to the sky.”

He continues, “as for me, I am not at liberty to leave this spot at present, as I am uniquely qualified to deal with the sludge here.”

‘Right, he’s the one purifying the water. He’s keeping his people safe.’

But your eyes trail over his figure and study him once more. You knew why he was doing this, it was his duty after all. A responsibility to his people. But your brow furrows and you feel that feeling of guilt returning once more, grimacing as it takes hold of your thoughts. “Prince Sidon…” you mumble.

The utterance immediately captures his attention.

“... you look tired,” you say softly, though you wince when you hear the obvious sadness in your words.

He hesitates before slowly nodding his head, casting his gaze aside, “I… I am.”

“How long have you been doing this?” you ask, gesturing to the fountain.

“Nearly three weeks now, I believe, although I must be honest I have… frequently been losing track of the time,” he replies.

Three weeks. He hadn’t stopped to rest in three weeks. The confession made you feel sick. Why were you so upset over this? You had been working nonstop ever since you had awoken on the Great Sky Island. Surely there were other people amongst Hyrule working just as hard ever since the Upheaval as well.

So why was it that when the prince stood here before you, visibly exhausted and overworked, it tugged on your heart in such a painful way?

You knew the answer to this, of course. But you didn’t want to admit it. Not now, anyway, not when there were far more important things to be focused on.

“I have been taking short breaks for rest where possible,” he explains, “though, they are never very long, as the sludge will begin to encroach far too quickly. And I have been drinking elixirs so that I may keep my strength up. But, I must stay. If I leave this court, the muck will quickly overtake all of the remaining waterways of the domain. My people will grow ill and it would kill off the remainder of our food sources. That is why I cannot afford to leave here, no matter what.”

“Is there no one else?” you ask before thinking, “no one at all? The councilmen? Your father?”

The prince shakes his head, “none of the councilmen nor my father have this ability. Even if the king were able to do so, he is… unwell. Lady Yona has offered her assistance, as she can manipulate water as well, but I have told her that I prefer for her to remain in the safety of the palace where she can heal those who have fallen ill.”

You do your best the ignore the sickening feeling of jealousy that swirls in your thoughts at the mention of his fiance. Instead, you choose to nod, not daring to open your mouth. You’d prefer to avoid a scenario where you utter something you may regret.

Besides, as you had to continuously remind yourself, this journey was not about you and your petty emotions. This was about protecting the people of Hyrule and locating Zelda.

When you pull yourself out of your thoughts you realize that Sidon is staring at you. But, not at your face. Instead just below it.

“... what in Hylia’s name has happened to your neck?” he asks in shock, and you notice the horror in his eyes.

In all of the commotion, you had completely forgotten about the bruises. You tentatively raise your arm, the right one, and drag your fingers beneath your jaw. There’s a subtle soreness, the long nails irritating the skin, and you flinch momentarily. “Right,” you sigh, “these are from a fight with a monster.”

This seems to catch him off guard, “what monster could have possibly done that to you?”

You don’t exactly enjoy remembering. The writhing, twisting Gloom Hands. The way they’d sapped the little strength you had regained. The grip one of them had gotten on your neck. The way you’d nearly suffocated by the river.

“You haven’t left the domain ever since the Upheaval, have you?” you reply, answering his question with a question.

He shakes his head, still not pulling his gaze away from your damaged neck.

“Well, I regret to inform you that there seem to be some new beasts on the prowl,” you continue, “Boss Bokoblins that lead camps, Horriblins that lurk in caves, Aerocudas that stalk the skies. But the thing that did this to me-”

You clench your hand into a fist, and without noticing the charcoal fur begins to glow a subtle green hue. “This was from a creature made of gloom. Giant… arms that sprouted from the ground. One of them got me by the neck. I managed to get away, but… I wasn’t able to defeat it. I had to run.”

Sidon nods his head slowly, though his shoulders are tense. His eyes swim with emotion that you’re not fully able to understand. “And…” he starts, his voice quiet, “... what of your hand?”

“My hand?” you repeat, but quickly you realize what he’s talking about. You glance down at the limb and swear quietly when you realize it’s glowing. You weren’t attempting to activate any of your abilities, you weren’t sure why the arm was reacting like this, “it’s more than just the hand. It’s the whole right arm. I… I was gravely injured when we found that mummy beneath the castle. I was rescued, but my arm was beyond saving.”

“It has been replaced?” the prince continues to question, “but- how- and with what-”

“Why are you so concerned?” you bite back, and there’s a snarl to your words that you didn’t intend.

“Am I not allowed to be?” he retorts, and though his speech is tired there’s a very clear tone of challenge in his voice.

You bristle, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms, “well, I would think that it’s rather inappropriate, isn’t it? You’re the one that’s engaged, after all.”

There’s an evident bitterness to your words that makes you want to cringe at the way you’re behaving. But you speak before you think, slipping up and allowing your emotions to get the better of you. When you see the expression on Sidon’s face, one of hurt, you instantly regret it.

The prince falters momentarily before speaking up once more, “what exactly are your intentions here? Do not misunderstand me, I am glad to know that you are safe and no longer missing… but why have you come to Zora’s Domain?”

Your tension loosens and you drop your arms, “... because Zelda is still missing. I won’t rest until she’s found. And when Purah informed me of these regional phenomena, well, I knew that I wasn’t going to just sit around and do nothing. I’m here to help.”

This answer seems to cause Sidon to think. He goes silent, raising a hand to his jaw and staring off into the distance. Then, his gaze lifts and he looks upward into the sky.

“Say… does it not seem that Princess Zelda’s whereabouts might be related to the floating sky islands and the ruins?” he asks aloud, “if so, perhaps you should go and speak with our historian Jiahto. His many years have blessed him with great wisdom. It is quite possible that he could provide you with some useful information. At present, you should be able to find Jiahto continuing his investigation west of Toto Lake.”

You hum in response and nod your head. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. Hopefully solving the problem with the sludge would bring you closer to finding the princess. Just as you begin to turn on your heel and walk away, however, the prince speaks up once more.

“By the way… I hope you know that I am truly happy to see you again,” he says softly, settling his gaze on you once more, “you may visit me anytime you like. Your presence is never anything less than welcome and appreciated.”

This makes your face flush. Internally you’re screaming. How dare he. How dare he continue to be so courteous, so kind, so thoughtful, so handsome, so charming, so- so incredibly frustrating, knowing the distance that has been wedged between the two of you. He was engaged to be wed. You had met his lovely fiance. How dare he be so- so-

So nice.

Thus, Sidon returns to his duties. The blue glow appears on his arms once more as he turns his attention to the task at hand. You watch out of the corner of your eye as the water is cleansed once more.

You utter a quiet goodbye before retreating from the plateau. Your sights are set on the large lake once more. Hopefully speaking with this historian and getting some clues would be able to help you take your mind off of this damnable prince.

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So, some of you may be wondering, what took me so long to update this time. I had been on such a roll recently, updating multiple times a week. So what happened? I'll tell you what happened: I was introduced to an anime called Jojo's Bizarre Adventure.

This shit has ruined my life in the best way possible. I am obsessed. I am either watching it, reading it, reading fanfiction of it, drawing fanart of it, making OCs for it, shit I might write JJBA fanfiction someday (if any of you would be interested in that pleaseee let me know because these buff anime men have infected my brain and ROTTED it). I am in the middle of Part 5 right now, and if you're wondering who my favorite Jojo is so far, it's Josuke (Jotaro is a very close second)

I am not kidding when I say I am currently eating, breathing, and sleeping Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. The fixation is so bad that I am DREAMING of being in JJBA 😭

So yeah. That's why this chapter took a bit longer, whoopsie. Can't guarantee when the next one will be out, also because art fight is coming up in July and I will be participating (again)

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#botw #breath of the wild #totk #tears of the kingdom #loz #fanfic #x reader #reader insert #female reader #prince sidon #prince sidon x reader #sidon x reader

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thezoraprince · 2 years ago

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Raising a Zora - Bazz x reader

“bro im so pumped i will singlehandedly supply AT LEAST a week of reqs for rainy days don't try me to start us off: sidon (and bazz 😌) fatherhood momence :) assuming we've adopted bc i still haven't worked out my zora anatomy hcs lol. ofc by the time the kid is school age poor y/n is gonna be like 50 but you can either ignore that or work it in as you please! i'm curious ab ur take on zora childhood milestones etc :)” - @mantaphase

and i’m back with a Bazz headcanon!! i will NEVER get tired of writing for him <3

enjoy!! <333

(Sidon can be found here)

Bazz loves the idea of having children with you

he’s dreamt about it for such a long time

but he knows that Zora/Hylian reproduction wouldn’t work

you two talk about it daily

“You know I want nothing more than to have a family with you, right?”

you two decide adoption is the best route to go

and you’re both so happy with this decision

you both adopt a Zora egg

and it’s the smallest one you’ve ever seen

you’ve never seen Bazz be so gentle with ANYTHING

and here he is, cradling this egg with so much love

you’re sure to place it in water for when it hatches

and Bazz is always checking in

about a month of so after adopting, the egg hatches

Bazz squeals with delight

he’s so attentive

even when he’s supposed to be working, he’ll come home and check in with you and the baby

“How can I not come see my little family in the middle of the day?”

after he arrives home, he’s sure to tell you all about his day

he even has stories ready for your little one

it’s the same for about a year or two

and everyday, he has more exciting stories

once your child reaches the metamorphosis stage, Bazz stays home from work to help around the house

he knows how insane things can be

and mainly because he did help take care of Dunma when Rivan needed help

it happens so quickly

and soon enough, you’re teaching your baby to walk, talk, etc.

Bazz is adamant about taking the baby to work with him when he does surveys

that way you can get a break

and so he can teach your little one some really cool Zora Guard stuff

it’s nice to get a day to yourself

he comes home with your little one smiling fin to fin

“Guess what we learned today?”

he sets [them] down, and [they] stumble over to you

“I’m sorry that we were away when [they] took their first steps. I wasn’t expecting it so soon.”

“It’s alright, Bazz. We can’t control these things. I’m just happy you’re both safe and sound here at home now.”

Bazz hugs you tightly

years go by

nothing seems to change except their coordination and skills

Bazz takes [them] on surveys quite a bit

and he’s always trying to teach [them] guard techniques for fighting

these two bring you nothing but pure joy

and you can’t wait for your little one’s next stage in life

once [they] hit age 20, [they] start school

Bazz picks them up EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

with the exception of the times he cannot seem to get out of work

he’ll bring [them] to work as much as he can

and your little one ends up having the WHOLE Zora guard helping [them] with homework

the Big Bad Bazz Brigade bringing up yet another child together

Dunma and your child definitely bond over this

and you’re so thrilled to have an entire community to help you if you need some time to yourself

it’s chaotic

but your little family is so perfect

and you wouldn’t have it any other way

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sqvar3w4ve · 9 months ago

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finally finished this fic. it took awhlie to write bc i kept going back to just fiddle and change things a lot, so now im just forcing myself to get on with it and just upload it. this is my second fic ever, so i hope you guys like it :]

#prince sidon #sidon #sidon x reader #prince sidon x reader #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom #talking about death #king sidon #reader insert #gender neutral reader

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cooliofango · 2 years ago

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Strength of the Ancients

[BOTW! Link x F! Reader]

Prologue Part 1

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A little author’s note before I start! This is a bit self indulgent and part of an idea I’ve been holding onto for a while now that I wanted to try writing out and I’ve decided to start on this platform! If it goes well then I may reach out to other platforms, but, for now, it shall remain here! This story is supposed to branch out throughout the three games and then some both before and after them based from my own imagination, so hopefully we’ll be in this for the long run. Also, the name for Link’s sister will be Alona in this story since she was never given a name in this game. All we know is that if she would’ve been an actual character in the game, she would’ve been a remake of Aryll or that she would’ve had a different name-- which I tried to make a little similar. For the names of Link’s parents, I will be getting them from the Sound and Drama CD which names Link’s father Banzetta and his mother Loretta, as well as Zelda’s mother who appears to be named Seline. Im choosing for the reader to be female for this story, though, again, if the story is liked enough, I will be happy to rewrite it with a male reader if requested. The picture was cropped and found on Picsart!

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The steps of the two Hylians, a father and a son, echoed loudly in the castle, the lights pouring in from the crystal-like glass that lined the walls of the hallway. The ceilings rose high above them, the light glittering against the stone on the lower parts of the arches with the aid of the torches that remained lit beneath them. Every now and then, they would pass a guard who stood attentive yet unmoving in place. They simply watched as the king’s guests moved on.

The son appeared to be a little anxious, though he kept quiet as he looked around this rather foreign place. His father was a blacksmith who provided weapons and armor for the royal calvary while him and his younger sister tended to the farm at home in his absences-- although they would often get help from their father if he wasn’t working. The closest the young boy has ever been to the castle was the town below its walls where his father worked and where he and his sister would travel to to sell the goods they grew. The castle was always something he and his sister would admire from afar, yet he never guessed that he would be going inside it.

“Chin up, boy,” The gruff voice of his father reached his ears, causing him to look up at the elder man.

“Yes, sir.” The boy muttered, straightening his posture and looking ahead. They approached large double doors, to which more guards stood at. However, upon noticing their presence, they moved to grab the handles of the door and pulled them open. The doors creaked on their hinges at the movement, though only because of how large they were rather than if they were old or not. Beyond the door way was a large throne room. The ceilings rose even higher than the ones in the halls do-- something the young one didn't not think was possible. In the middle of the back wall, overlooking the whole room, were the thrones that sat underneath a large stained glass mural of the symbol of Hyrule shaped into it. There were three of them, the largest being in the middle, one just a little shorter than it on the left, and a smaller one on the right. The king sat within the middle one. The boy felt himself tense under the king’s intimidating presence alone, feeling his gaze burn into him and his father.

The father stopped a few feet away from the king and knelt down to bow with respect. His son did the same not long after upon noticing his father’s movements. “You’re majesty, it’s an honor to make your presence,” the father spoke up once more in kind greeting before careful getting back to his feet.

“The honor is all mine, Banzetta. You’re presence here was greatly anticipated,” The king looked at the boy now, sitting up in place, “And this must be the boy, correct.” Upon being addressed, the young one quickly got to his feet and straightened his posture-- he hadn’t realized his father had stood up already and was still kneeling on the ground till now. Rhoam stood from his throne and made his way down the steps towards the child. “Let me see your hand, boy.”

And he did just that, not wanting to appear to be disrespectful before someone so powerful. The nervousness still remained as he held out his right hand to him. Though the boy didn’t know the full extent to the markings on his hand just yet, he already knew that it was what the king wanted to see. It was the sole reason why his father brought him here. On the back of his palm rested an ancient symbol known as the ti-force with the bottom right triangle highlighted against his skin. He didn't know what it meant-- but being here was a hope to get answers.

The king knelt down before the boy and took his hand to inspect it. The king’s hold was gentle and he slid his thumb over the triangle shape imbedded in the boy’s skin. “So it’s true then. The Hero of Courage has been reborn.” King Rhoam spoke knowingly. It was hard to tell whether he was in shock or if he was relieved by his tone and this expression didn’t change except for the slight narrowing of the eyes.

The Hero of Courage was someone mentioned in a story the boy had heard from his mother before she had passed away years ago. A hero from the sky, clad in green, who took on an evil being of Power named Demise to save his dear friend and Hyrule from destruction. From then on out, the three wielders of the tri-force continued to be reborn-- Power causing destruction, Wisdom allocating knowledge to the land, and Courage protecting the land. The boy didn’t think the story to be real at the time, mostly because of where the hero seemed to come from. If Hyrule used to have islands in the sky, then where were they now?

“Hylia...” Banzetta muttered with his own surprise. Unlike his son, he did know the story behind the never ending battle between Courage, Wisdom, and Power right away. Although the appearance of the Hero of Courage was one to be celebrating, it also foretold the near future of Hyrule. Hyrule would fall into war once more at the hands of the Calamity and the monsters it brings.

The king stood up from the ground, looking down at the young boy. “Link,” he spoke the name of the boy as he remembered it from the letter, “Do you understand the responsibilities of the Hero of Courage?”

Link held a soft frown and directed his gaze away in thought. If he were to believe his mother’s stories to be true, then-- in a way-- he did have an idea of what the Hero of Courage’s duty was. “Yes, sir,” Link nodded hesitantly along with his words, looking back up at the king as he did so.

“Do you accept this responsibility to protect Hyrule and fulfill the destiny given to you by the Golden Goddesses of old?” The king urged with hope, holding his hands behind his back as he waited for an answer.

Being the reborn hero was hard to believe and yet there was something in the back of his mind telling him to take this chance. It was a call to adventure screaming at him to accept this role. If he was really the Hero of Courage, then he needed to be the one to defeat the wielder of Power that intended to destroy his home. It’s only ever been the Hero of Courage who defeats this evil in every story he’s heard about from his dear mother.

“Y-Yes,” although he stutters, his face shows determination.

The king visibly relaxes, turning back to sit on the throne. “Very well,” he sits down on the throne with each arm resting on the arm rests beside him. King Rhoam turns his attention to Banzetta.

Father and son shared a gaze. The nervousness still hung in the air, yet something new had sparked within the boy. A will, you could say. Banzetta expressed worry, but, upon noting how his son accepted this weight, said nothing. Instead, he looked to the king.

“Banzetta, it would be ideal to keep Link here with our ranks. He will need to start training as soon as possible,” King Rhoam looked to where a couple guards were on the left of the throne room and nodded, to which they both made their way to the pair standing before him.

Banzetta tightened his lips into a straight line. “A-... A week. I’d like to request that he return here for training in a week,” he requested in hopes to give Link a bit of time at home before leaving so suddenly. The boy, in turn, seemed to already agree with this. He loved his sister dearly, after all, and he didn’t want to just leave her on her own without an explanation.

The king huffed to himself as he considered the request. There was time. According to the sages, the Calamity shouldn’t arrive for another half of a decade. They had five years to prepare-- five years to build an army.

“Very well. Return in exactly a week, no time later, no time less.”

Banzetta sighed with relief, “Of course. Thank you, your majesty.”

The king nodded and returned his focus back to Link. “And thank you, young one. Hyrule will forever be in your debt. Guards, please escort these two to the palace gates.”

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