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justpoliteconversations · 10 months ago

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Missed Communication [Time x Fem!OC x Malon]

In which Time has met his match in the least flattering way possible and Malon has custody of all the brain cells.

A.K.A Time and OC are idiots and Malon's their only saving grace.

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Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

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This was not how I thought my first visit to Lon Lon Ranch would go.

Maybe a friendly greeting with Time's Misses, a few laughs with the boys and then a well placed excuse to escape the chronic awkwardness (and unease) that seems to dominate my every interaction with the Hero of Time these days.

Not. This. Whatever this is.

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Our first meeting had been as normal and pleasant as any magic portal driven meeting could be. That is to say, not normal at all but pleasant regardless. Just really, really weird.

The older Hero and I had just clicked, despite this. His nonchalant deadpanned humor matched well with my well-placed instigation and soft-spoken wit. It helped that I was (physically) his age and boosted a maturity surpassing that of most of his charges.

Also, he was handsome as sin. Like, painfully pretty. Don't get me wrong, objectively all the boys were beautiful, but the mature set of Time's jaw and the faint lines around his eyes just stroked the woman in me.

Man has dilf himbo energy in spades. The whole damned package.

Malon was a lucky woman indeed.

The first few months of our aquatince was warm, simple and steeped in a growing trust that grew with each exasperated sideward glance and fond smile shared over the boys' heads. He was, in the truest meaning of the word, my friend. I dare even say a good one.

And then it happened.

That damned fortune teller.

The beginning of the end of our budding friendship. Stopped dead in it's tracks in less than the span of a breath.

I don't know what she'd told him that day, and he wouldn't tell, but it changed something fundimental in the bond I'd thought we'd shared. Now, he can hardly stand to look at me most days, let alone have a full converstion.

And I'm...just so lost.

It hurts, the sudden distance. So unexpected. One moment we're sleeping next to each other each night, whispering fondly about his beloved wife and my beloved pets, and the next an entire fire and six bedrolls lay between us.

But what can I do. He'd made his stance clear, silent though it may be, and who am I to cling to a friendship I was the only one harboring. It wasn't fair to him, and it most certainly wasn't fair to me.

So, I let it go. Just stayed in the back of the group where our paths wouldn't have to cross and began to forge new friendships among the boys. And honestly, I'm still enjoying myself among this gaggle of sweet, overly protective gremlins. Despite whatever misfortune (or miscommunication) caused this rift between Time and I.

Case in point, Legend might just be the funniest guy I've met in a long time and I'm glad I've had the opportunity to grow closer to him. Even if his words sometimes bite a little too close to home. Though Hyrule's quiet concern over the strained interaction between thier unofficial leader and myself often leaves me feeling guilty. His large, inquiring eyes and soft, sympathetic smile enough to shake a woman down to the bones.

Such sensitive boys, all of them.

I wish I'd had answers for them.

Especially when it all took an even deeper nosedive when Time recieved a letter from his wife. Standard fair but for the way his eye had hooded and cut towards me for just the briefest of moments, focused and cold.

Had I not been looking around the group as I had in that moment, I would have missed it entirely. But be it fate or luck (ill though it may have been) I had unintentionally made eye contact with him.

It was the first time in all my interactions with the Chain that I felt...

...afraid. Of him.

But it was gone as soon as it happened. Seemingly a simple misread flicker of the firelight, but for the way my heart stood cold in my chest for the rest of the night afterward.

And many more nights to follow.

So, upon exiting the portal to the wide pastures of a land I pegged to be Time's, I steeled myself. Against what, I wasn't sure, but I was on his home turf now and he certainly didn't seem to want me around. So, I'd imagine he'd take exception to my presence in his home.

But nothing could have prepared me for...

"Goodness! Why, aren't ya just the sweetest thing! All doe eyed and honey dew smile! Dear! Why didn't you tell me she'd be such a darling!"

Malon.

She took to me like a bee to pollen, a moth to light. She locked her arm with mine immediately and refused to budge, even as she embraced the boys one by one. Her dark blue eyes were glimmering (like the surface of deep water) and hair shining in the sunlight. Sun-kissed face glowing with wonder and delight. The freckles on her cheeks charming across her sweat slicked skin.

She was wonderful. She was beautiful.

I was terrified.

I couldn't bring myself to look in Time's direction. I didn't think my heart would survive what I'd find.

I was afraid to see that cold, focused eye ripping though my soul again, as though staring down an enemy.

I made my excuses early, feigning weariness, much to Melon's dismay. She took it well enough though. Called me a delicate, spring flower. Showed me to the guests rooms, offered me my own. I refused (I wanted to stay with the boys. She seemed charmed by the admission). Touched my hand with such warmth, was slow to withdraw.

I smiled at her, small but grateful, hesitant. My heart was hammering in my chest. The hairs on the back of my neck rose at the feeling of a stare on the side of my face.

She smiled back, seemingly eager for my tentative gestures of friendship. So very sincere, radiating the kind of adoration a person spends their whole lives searching for.

I didn't look to her right. I didn't look up nor over her shoulder. I kept my eyes on hers, entranced by their dark colors and the little sparks of life dancing within depths but afraid to tell her so.

She was absolutely gorgeous and I was so smitten and so very fucked.

I hoped my face didn't give me away. I prayed that my eyes didn't reveal my thoughts.

When her eyes crinkled at the corners, I knew I'd failed.

I bid them a good evening.

Even as I'd closed the door I could still feel his gaze on me.

I stayed in the room all that evening and all through the night. Four was sweet enough to bring me a plate of dinner, and I was once again so grateful to be in the company of such caring young men.

I really, really was.

That night I slept with Hyrule curled against my back, trying to be the best big spoon he could. Sky was at his, the whole damned ladle to encompass us both within his arms. Legend at our feet, his hand curled loosely around Sky's half rumpled sock and face scrunched in discontent, fingers occasionally twitching around the fabric.

I loved them all so much.

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Then things got weird.

I exited the room the next morning before the majority of the boys had even left their bedrolls and found Time waiting at the end of the hallway. He was wearing a plain off-white shirt and dark pants.

He looked good. Relaxed, almost, but for the tension in his shoulders when he caught sight of me. The reminder was enough to tear my eyes from him and keep my gaze lowered as I moved steadily to walk passed him.

"Hey." The sound of his voice startled me, so long has it been since it was directed towards me.

He sounded awkward and I wanted to ease that awkwardness. I did not have the strength to, however. I was a coward.

And hurt. Very, very hurt.

Petty.

"Yes?" I eventually said after the stilted silence had carried on too long, unable to keep watching this strong man (this good man, still, for all we were at odds) struggling to continue.

His one good eye tried to meet my gaze, feather soft and regretful in my peripheral, so very vulnerable under my carefully blank stare fixated on his cheek.

"I know I don't deserve it, and you need not accept, but I'd like to properly apologize for the way I've treated you in the recent weeks." He finally managed, voice laden with an emotion I couldn't fully place but thought sounded suspiciously like grief. "If you'd allow me, may I please escort you to the kitchen?"

I wanted to say no. I wanted to stay silent. I wanted to be petty.

I wanted Sky to stop worrying about me. I wanted Twilight to stop repenting to me. I wanted Hyrule to stop fretting for me. I wanted Warriors to stop defending me. I wanted Wild to stop raging for me. I wanted Legend to stop hurting for me.

I wanted...I just wanted...

I just wanted my friend back.

I wanted to feel safe again.

"Okay."

I've always been such a fool for vulnerable men.

Tentatively, he offered his arm, eye soft and resigned from the corner of my vision. Waiting for me to reject him, I realized, wanting me to express my rage the only way he knew I'd allow myself. Wanting to be punished accordingly for having suddenly scorned my friendly gestures and inquiring whispers.

What a fool man. Such a damned idiot.

Guess that makes two of us.

I took his arm, fighting down the wave of unease and spite that pushed against my throat. His arm was warm and solid under my tentative touch, barely restrained power coursing under the cloth and skin. I'd nearly forgotten how his shoulders seemed wide enough to carry the weight of the world.

No. No I hadn't. In the quiet of the night, when the unease and uncertainty were strongest, sometimes I wondered if that might would one day snuff the light from my eyes.

I wondered if he'd cry in remorse afterwards. If he'd feel anything at all.

He wouldn't. He wouldn't feel a thing because he'd never do that and I knew it. Wouldn't have been fighting for breathing room between Sky and Hyrule's smothering heat if he'd had any intent to remove me from their lives. Wouldn't have been cradling Wind's small head between the soft valley of my breasts if he'd deemed me dangerous or unsavory or suspicious.

I may have fallen out of his favor, but he loved his boys with a fierce and zealous devotion. He'd never let harm befall them, be it body, soul or tenderly beating hearts.

He'd have cut me down long ago if he ever meant to. To spare his boys the pain of loss.

The kitchen was bright and smelled faintly of herbs when we entered, my arm still folded gently with Time's.

Malon was there, enchanting red hair down around her shoulders and eyes bright, despite the early hour. The faint crease lines of pillow marks reddened the soft curve of her cheek, stark even against the spread of her freckles.

She smiled at me, tired and fond, before pinning her husband with an intense, expectant stare. The set of her mouth and brow was carefully neutral, but the fire in her eyes gave away her true feelings.

She was mad. Not livid or spiteful or even disappointed, just mad.

She was scarier for it. I could tell she wasn't the type of woman to go off on a rampage and say or do anything that would deminish the validity of her own arguements or feelings. She was probably the type of woman to say exactly what she means and how she feels without embellishment nor doubt. She seemed the type of person you couldn't find fault in their anger, because it was perfectly supported by their words and actions.

Noticing this, I almost felt bad for Time and how thoroughly he was probably admonished to make him this compliant after weeks of silence and avoidance. Almost. Mostly I just felt a hesitant spark of validation and kinship with Malon, even as confusion and caution swirled in my chest.

Why? Why was this even happening in the first place? Why this sudden atmosphere around the couple?

They loved each other so much. They missed each other so much. Before- that happened, Time never shied away from expressing his feelings regarding his wife. Nor what she'd written to him in turn.

What happened? What did she see between Time and I that would bring her scrutiny down on her beloved husband? For a woman she didn't even know?

Time led me to the chairs closest to where Malon was leaning against the counter, loosening his grip enough for me to remove my arm from his. It seemed to be another conscious decision on his part, to not pull away and to allow me to be in control of our proximity. Honestly, it was sweet he was trying so hard, and had it been before all of...this, I certainly would have swooned at the effort he was making.

I steeled myself against the warm feeling trying to take root in my stomach though, and instead took a seat at the counter.

"Good mornin', darlin'. You sleep well?" Malon asked softly, eyes warm and sleep dry lips pulled into a tired but inviting smile.

I nodded, before managing to speak around the lump in my throat. "Yes. Thank you for having us, Ms. Malon. I apologize for retiring early last night. The road left me quite weary. You and your husband's hospitality is most appreciated."

I noticed a spark of something glinting in Malon's dark eyes, before it was soothed down with a bright smile. "Now, now! There's no need for that, dear! You're always welcome here!"

She looked to her husband then, and when I instinctively followed her gaze, I wasn't expecting what I saw.

His jaw was clenched, betraying the- false- smoothness of his brow and relaxed curve of his ears. He was upset, but trying to reign it in and project a calm front. The lines around his eye gave him away though.

He looked hurt. Gazing into Malon's eyes with a lost expression.

What was happening?

I couldn't take it anymore. This underline tension and these confusing actions and feelings being tossed over my head. Like fists full of powder clogging my senses.

"I'm sorry, but, please." I said softly, bringing their attention back to me. My stomach rolled, but I pushed on. "I don't understand what's happening right now." I kept my eyes averted. "Please just explain it to me, so I can understand how to fix this."

Silence.

I spoke once more into that silence. Voice tight with emotion and broken, useless pride as I continued.

"I'm sorry for this tension I've caused. I meant no harm. I just want to make amends for whatever I did to offend you." I looked Time in the eyes. The first time since that fateful night we locked gazes across the fire. "I'm sorry. Tell me how to fix this. Please, Link."

The warm slide of tears escaped down my cheeks without permission, my body no longer able to hold back the immensity of my feelings. The hurt, the confusion, the desperation. The pulsing, writhing, whispering doubt that was my fear.

Fear of this man's wrath and the power he so casually holds over me, a foreign woman with no means to properly defend or support herself in this strange, unfamiliar world. Who's very survival hangs by the thin thread that is the Chain's compassion and continued favor.

Fear of his every frown and unreadable silence. Of the loyalty the boys hold for this man and his words, his influence, his command. Of how quickly he can take it all away in a moment of displeasure or offense. This warm safety net of fondness and companionship I've built myself within the soft, welcoming hearts of the boys, nothing more than delicate silk webs weaved around his fingers. Allowed purchase by the grace of his will alone.

Fear of his overwhelming strength, his unrelenting fury in the face of opposition. Of his unyielding might and unfathomable abilities beyond anything my limited understanding of this world can comprehend. The raw talent he possesses, the potential he wields, like magic weaving themselves into mortal flesh.

My shoulders begin to shake, throat closing as I hide my face in my hands, fingers wetting with tears. The weight of everything crashing down like stones upon my chest and I'm overwhelmed by the fall.

I miss my world, my home, my family, my friends. I miss my independence. I miss the security of knowing how to survive in the world around me, of being able to support myself and choose whom I give myself wholly over to.

I miss the power to live without fear of others opinions or goodwill. To stare down those who would judge and scorn me with the confidence of a woman with a full time job and the money to back up her words. Her own apartment, her own bills. A phone and heating and water and food and furry little mouths to feed.

A woman assured of herself and where she stands in the world. I woman without fear.

The woman I used to be. Not this sniveling, begging shell of a creature clinging to life by the favor of a man. Who. Hates. Her.

Eventually, the tears ran their course and I finally became aware of myself again. Arms were around me, holding me against warm muscle hidden under soft cloth as my hands twisted into their long sleeve.

"I...I'm sorry." I choked, embarrassed and struggling to breathe through blocked sinuses. "I didn't mean to...to..."

I opened my eyes.

I realized, staring at Malon's blurred face twisted in compassion from across the counter, that it wasn't her holding me.

She wasn't the one holding me.

My breath nearly hitched in anxiety, stomach dropping in the cold void of my guts. My mind reeled with confusion, a thousand thoughts swirling through my head between one breath and the next. A cold sweat broke out along the nape of my neck, along my lower back.

I'd frozen, still clutching to the sleeve between my fingers and my shoulder tucked into a chest (firm, laden with dense, lithe muscle) that could only belong to one man.

This didn't make sense. Being forced by your wife to apologize was one thing, but to actively comfort the person you resented was something else entirely. I couldn't wrap my head around it.

I felt confused, wrong-footed, relieved. But mostly, I felt stupid. Because I didn't understand a damned thing that was happening right now or what had caused this sudden shift in Time's behavior.

Then Time started speaking, and it was like the entire world began to shatter and remake itself around me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think- I didn't know-" He paused briefly, before taking a deep, fortifying breath and continuing. "I'm sorry I hurt you. That I put fear in your heart. It was never my intention. I hadn't even considered how the situation must have looked to you."

Another breath, the slightest tensing of his arms around my shoulders. "You always seem so calm and assured in everything you do. It didn't even cross my mind that you might feel vulnerable after everything that's happened to you."

My heart squeezed. All my insecurities, being laid out before me. One glance at Malon's knowing gaze and I understand where this sudden awareness must have come from.

Time continued, heedless of my newfound understanding. "I never once intended to cast you aside or let harm befall you. I care for you so dearly. Even if you had decided to reject my companionship, I'd still protect you all the same. I thought you knew that, but I was wrong. I should never have assumed you knew something I didn't tell you."

He sighed, but it sounded shaky in my ear. "I hadn't stopped to consider your feelings, before I sought to protect my own. And for that, I'm sorry."

The arms around me tightened, as though trying to impart the sincerety of his words with the action. He needn't have bothered though, because despite it all I believed every word he spoke.

If there was one thing I could always rely on, it was his honesty in matters regarding the heart. No matter how strained our friendship became, it was the one thing I knew he would not actively lie about.

But still.

"But I never did anything to you." I sniffed wetly, fingers digging into his sleeve as I fixated my gaze at the countertop where Malon's freckled hands were resting. "I don't understand why you suddenly felt the need to- escape from me." The tears wanted to come again, but I held them back. This was too important to lose focus. "Please help me understand. The fortune teller-"

Time groaned suddenly and Malon laughed with impish delight, a glint of mischief making an unexpected appearance in her eyes. The sound of Malon's laughter brought confused warmth to my chest, cutting through the thick turmoil muddying up my mind.

Awkward silence. Until Time sighed again. Deeply.

"She told me I'd find new and- passionate love."

What?

Wait, what?

I pulled away from his arms a bit, just enough to turn and peer at him through watery lashes, taking in his blurry visage. My brows pulled down and a look of disbelief no doubt found purchase on my face, mouth pressed in a tight line.

"That's it? Weeks of avoidance and radio silence because some lady in a tent said you'd get the hots for someone? And you just assumed that someone might be me?"

I couldn't believe it. All this time. Just because some lady happened to see us traveling close together and decided to play matchmaker? Really?

Of all the-

Wait a damned minute.

"Time?" I said, tone flat as I locked gazes with him. Dead serious.

He looked right back, though there was caution in his eye now along side the regret. "Yes?"

I leaned forward a bit, our already close proximity putting me squarely in his face. My could feel the spark of rightous rage taking form in my chest.

"You weren't having doubts about your marriage with Malon, were you?"

And suddenly there was no space between us, noses nearly touching, his stare so intense I almost pulled back despite still being trapped in his arms. I could feel the warm, damp spread of his breath against my lips and chin.

"No." He said with dead calm, the hard surety of his tone left no room for doubt.

"Good. Because if you were, you don't deserve her." I threw back, still giving him a hard stare.

Silence. He breaths smelled of coffee and something sweet coated over his natural scent. It made my gut twist in a not unpleasant way. It reminded me that his arms were still around me. How warm he was in the morning chill. How firm his muscles were against my hands and shoulder.

He grinned then, eye brimming with fae-like mirth as he rested his forehead against mine. It was the first time I've seen that beautiful expression in so long. My heart ached at the sight of it, warmth and sweet relief flooding into my heart like babbling spring water.

"There you are." He breathed lowly, eye closing as he leaned more into our point of contact. He inhaled deeply through his nose, shoulders relaxing. I hadn't even noticed until then just how tense they were. "I thought I'd ruined this."

"Hmm?" I hummed in question, still caught up in the rapture of seeing his smile again. Head foggy from our proximity, I felt the beginnings of fatigue settling into my bones from my earlier crying.

"My! Would ya look at that! You weren't kiddin' when ya said she had them lovin' eyes, darling!" Malon spoke up suddenly with barely contained glee, popping the bubble that seemed to exist around Time and I.

I pulled away hurriedly, realizing just how close Time and I had been. Sharing breath, foreheads resting against one another and our noses nearly bumping together. His arms around me and my body nestled into his chest. All of it completely inappropriate for the situation. Especially for being right in front of his wife!

And she sounded far too pleased with this whole thing. Like it didn't even matter that I'd just blubbered in her husband's arms and then touched my face to his like I had a right to.

The confusion was back. But this time, it pulled bright, sweet warmth to my cheeks as I stumbled to my feet. The gentle wink of butterfly wings swirled around in my stomach and Malon's delighted smirk only intensified the sensation, sending the flock up into my throat.

I needed to get away. I needed to think.

"I-I accept your apology, Time!" I stuttered out embarrassedly, fighting the blush I knew was trying to heat my face. "I hope we can talk more later, but I'd like time to think about what you said!" I explained a bit too loudly even to my own ears, nearly wincing at my own awkwardness.

Malon, having come from behind the counter, leaned against her husband's back, hands on his shoulders. She smiled sweetly, a complimentary expression to Time's amused grin. Both of them were haloed by the sun shining softly through the window behind them, like a Goddamned magazine cover.

Goodness, but do they make a beautiful couple.

No. Stay focused. Escape first and then figure out what the Hell is happening. Get yourself together.

"Have a good day, Time, Malon!" Time's lip twitched upward. My stomach squeezed. "Okay! Bye for now."

Then, I all but ran from the kitchen, leaving behind what may have been the last of my dignity. Behind me, Malon's sweet laughter chased me down the hall, alighting my face with hellfire.

And therein began my first official day at Lon Lon Ranch.

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Because of the limited perspective of first person narrative, a lot of the finer details are implied rather then stated. So if something seems out of left field, it's because the OC herself didn't realize what was happening behind the scenes.

Now I must return to the shadows to rest.

#Linked Universe #Time x OC x Malon #Time x Malon #lu time #lu malon #Linked Universe x OC

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izunias-meme-hole · 1 year ago

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Unpopular Opinion: Calamity Ganon Was A Pretty Great Villain

Ah yes... I am bound to be slandered for this opinion.

To keep it short and simple, Calamity Ganon wasn't really a bad villain. Sure he had that shit flaming boar form for the final phase of his boss fight, but aside from that this is honestly the best take on Ganon The Beast we've ever had and for a couple of reasons.

First off, his presence is honestly on par with the presence of OoT Ganondorf and Majora. He has a small amount of screen time, yet he has a firm grasp of the narrative because he's the reason why the game even exists. He revives his monsters using the Blood Moon, he has deformed extensions of himself in control of the Divine Beasts that were made to kill him, he is in control of the Guardians, his Malice surrounds parts of the land in the form of molten power, AND he's at the center of the destroyed Hyrule Castle. Despite being restrained by Princess Zelda, Ganon is consistently active and lets you know it.

Second off, the lore. Even before the release of ToTK, it was clear that this monstrosity was a Ganondorf who had his mind separated from him, a Ganondorf who is now pure power that refuses to die. He was defeated by the Guardians and the Divine Beasts when he first appeared, but when he returned, he learned from his defeat and corrupted all of the Guardians and the Divine Beasts, wiping out a good portion of Hyrule in the process before Zelda began to try and restrain him. The lore isn't really that interesting, but it does benefit Calamity Ganon by cementing him right away as something akin to a tornado or a flood, a force of nature.

And the finally, his lack of a personality makes sense. If you don't like Calamity Ganon because he lack a personality... I feel like you kinda missed what this creature is. It's Ganondorf's power without his mind, a literal force of nature born from the corpse of a dead man, and it certainly feels like it. From his ghastly mist boar design, to his spider-robot-demon form, it feels like Ganondorf almost died and became this this way before we figured out that was indeed the case! Like he doesn't feel like some generic doomsday villain similar to what the NES Ganon was, he legitimately feels like an incomplete and fractured Ganondorf who is desperately clinging onto the mortal plain.

I would like to list some more of my thoughts on Calamity Ganon, but I feel like I already have said enough so far. The point is that I feel like he isn't a bad villain, he just had a disappointing final phase.

#calamity ganon #ganon #ganondorf #the legend of zelda #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #analysis

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the0maski · 2 years ago

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About Twilight and Wild.

So from what we know, Wild didn’t reacted all calm with Twilight being Wolfie or rather Wolfie being Twilight. Which fair, every one would feel shame in Wilds position. He and Zelda would play fetch with this man, and now he is supposed to look him straight in the eyes and act like this wolf hasn’t seen him just bomb himself away out to solve one simple puzzle? Yes he knows the two are different, but their still the same person!

Wild wasn’t freaking out about Twilight being a Wolf, but more of the thought that this is he’s future mentor! The wolf from the future was Twilight and probably knew everything already and never told him! Our boy is going though all states of hell-emotions and overreacted in the end.

Twilight on the other hand, is hurt and confused.

Because I am pretty sure Wild is the reason Wolfie became very quick accepted by the Links. Wild knows this wolf, not only was he the inspiration for The Devine Beasts, but also his guide and companion in his adventure! And not only are the other Links completely flabbergasted, because Wild literally just threw himself on a wild wolf and started petting him, but Twilight ist just as surprised! It was the first time someone hadn’t scream in fear or start throwing stuff at him to make him leave. Sure it would mean he needed to keep a closer eye on this one, but it was still nice.

So shortly after that, he reveals himself to Wild. Which, we know went down hills but because of lack of communication between them and looking at how close their still are it’s safe to say their talked about it.

I don’t think I am the only one to think about it, but it’s really something I wanna read and see more about. Especially pre!reveal Twilight and Wild dynamic!

#so what if Wild didn’t liked Twilight at first because of the Wolfpelt he wears?#linked universe #lu wild #linked universe wild #lu twilight #linked universe twilight #lu wolfie #let the dog be happy for once guys #lu thoughts #lu theory

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moonglide · 1 month ago

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Echoes of wisdom hours 10 & 11

-spoilers for the end of the gerudo quest, and most of the hyrule castle quest.

-previously on: moon's eow playthrough

-AAAHHH WHY THE FUCK ARE THERE THREE LINKS???

-this concludes the segment about the last entry.

-okay so with some clever manuevering, i killed them. had to distract them with moblins and then take them out individually.

-oh i got a bow! guess that makes sense. will the next one be bombs???

-oh i have to be in hero mode to use the bow. lame. zelda is totally an archer.

-i only knew half of the two statue puzzle so i just guessed. and it worked.

-mole guy. i'm a little scared because i've seen people talk about this guy

-guess i'm just too skilled. that wasn't that hard. i used albatrosses or whatever they're called.

-ok so yeah the restored parts of the world are definately just copies. how can i still be standing on gerudo sands in the still world if it got put back?

-no extra triangle? i just get reduced cost on certain echoes? huh? are those echoes gonna be useful in the castle or something?

-ok tri. you want me to go back to lueberry's? joke's on you, i was about to go there anyways to upgrade my sword.

-i ship lefte and wright. i also headcannon that lefte is right handed and wright is left handed.

-OH GOD the rift has overtaken castle town.

-love how when the soldiers are freaking out wright just takes charge. he's actually a really good leader. he boosts morale, is decisive, helps out his soldiers. it's great.

-down, you say? guess i'm taking the well.

-ohhhh we get to go through the castle again! but backwards!

-there's magic evil soldiers? ok. guess they'll die.

-guess they won't die. what? why are they so strong?

-OOOHHHH it's so it can be a stealth section like the beginning of the game!!!!

-got caught and it took me to a pocket dimension. is that why they one shot everything? they're just being teleported?

-ok so apparently you can place water blocks as long as they're connected to the ceiling. the more you know.

-fell off the roof. got stabbed by guard. there's like two darknuts and a moblin in here. guess i'll die. that's death #6

-impa????

-wait she has a diary

-read the diary, i'm not crying you're crying. god impa did you have to punch me in the feels so much?

-ok but also this is the same cell with the hole in the wall. impa you are a ninja. you could have figured something out.

-man imagine what it must be like for zelda in these underwater tunnels. she can't see through walls. she doesn't know where the next pocket of air is. terrifying.

-diff stealth section. landed on this guard's head. from the ceiling. bro turns around and i teleport off.

-hey remember when i asked if the echoes with reduced cost would be useful in the castle? they were useful in the castle.

-death 7 from that room with the ball-and-chain darknut.

-oooh high jump amulet!

-i teleported back but forgot to open the big chest. now i gotta go back again.

-wait am i just straight up fighting the king and left and right???

-oh it's ganon. and he's an echo. i still think ganon from the start of the game was an echo.

-first phase went well. was low on hero mode mana so had to send birds to fight for me

-second phase went well. could get mana from the flaming keese, so i could actually stab him.

-i'm so disappointed in myself. i'm actually so disappointed. i died to magic tennis. how did i die to magic tennis???? it's so simple!! i was too close to him and so when it sped up i couldn't react. i'm a fool. i'm pretty sure i have to start from phase one. whatever.

-death count: 8.

-fave monster: albatrawl. with this guy i can use cloud of bats but better, because they can take a hit, and attack faster, and are stronger. two strong birds is still better than four weak bats.

#echoes of wisdom #loz #the legend of zelda #legend of zelda: echoes of wisdom #loz echoes of wisdom #princess zelda #zelda #eow #legend of zelda #link #moon's echoes of wisdom playthrough #echoes of wisdom spoilers #loz: echoes of wisdom #loz ganon #echo ganon

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i come bearing a revalink suggestion,, they’re friends?? rivals?? but Revali’s been trying to rile Link up in a more flirtatious way and it all comes to a head when the champaign’s are out on an expedition with Zelda and oops! someone forgot to bring enough bedrolls for the night, enter: sharing a bed

yk what i mean

HI ANON i'm sorry i took so long to answer 😭 but thank you for the suggestion 👁️👁️ i've written about revalink sharing a hammock, but that was them in an established relationship, so this.... and they were hammockmates (oh my god they were hammockmates)

the premise of my canon-based situationship fic (if i ever get to write it LOL) was going to kinda be like this, a pre-calamity revalink who have decided they are no longer going to be rivals, but not necessarily friends, and then somehow revali catches feelings for link 😄 i just love the idea of revali seeing link and being like "this fucking idiot. i want him so bad." and reluctantly attempting to court him even if he knows that link doesn't understand what he's trying to do. my favorite part of this is that link is completely clueless. he has no idea what the hell is going on but he appreciates that revali is nicer to him :D

(warning: long ass fucking post. but we are so fucking back baby)

imagine revali trying his damndest to work up the courage to go give link a bouquet of swift violets, because (1) he knows it's a hylian courting ritual and link is a pretty simple guy, so he'll probably appreciate flowers, right? (2) revali thinks swift violets are very pretty flowers actually, and (3) they have a functional use in increasing link's speed during a fight when cooked into a meal, and with how often link gets injured in battle, goddess knows he needs the extra boost. imagining revali trying to give the bouquet to link on several occasions, but he always ends up chickening out or he waits too long so the bouquet gets ruined or dies so he has to gather more flowers for a new one, and when he finally gets to actually hand the bouquet to link, he gets nervous and insults link like the dumbass he is 😭 ("being the one with more foresight between the two of us, i predicted you would be in great need of something as simple as these swift violets. perhaps you could stand to learn a meal or two utilizing their innate effects on the field.") and then it turns out link is actually allergic to swift violets KJDHFKJSHDKFJH and revali has to take him to the infirmary in shame

just an endless string of the most cartoonish failures of revali's attempts to court link ☝️😹 because it either ends in disaster or link completely misunderstands the situation, and of course revali gets frustrated that link isn't understanding his advances, what an idiot! and it makes him want link even more! so his advances become more and more obvious until even daruk is like. hey man. please calm down now it's not that serious. and revali is like NO he's so stupid daruk how can he not understand that i am trying to court him!!! how much clearer can i make it? (meanwhile daruk is like 🧍)

but revali's desperate pleads are answered when zelda calls the champions early in the morning into the throne room for a mission 🙇 i'm thinking maybe there have been sightings of a lynel up in the northernmost part of akkala and it seems to be much more powerful that the citadel squadrons can handle, so they've called in the help of the champions. not that i'm actually gonna write about them fighting the lynel though 😹 you know me, i just be creating context and circumstances wherever i go

"they couldn't handle one lynel? revali says, when the princess finishes. "you would think a fortress chock-full of hyrule's greatest soldiers would be able to take at least one down."

"well, i don't see you volunteering," urbosa says crossing her arms, a faint smile on her lips. "would you like to show them how it's done?"

revali shoots her a glare and then tilts his beak up, tossing his braids over his shoulder. "hmph. i normally don't waste my time on something as savage as a lynel, but if it could inspire better archers of the citadel, then i suppose my extraordinary skills may be necessary there." out of the corner of his eye, he glances at link; the little hylian doesn't react at all to his boasting, continuing to stand calmly at attention. it irks something in revali, but he blows air out of his beak and turns his head again. stupid link.

zelda sighs. "well, if we are all settled then, i dismiss you all to begin preparations to leave. we hope to leave just past noon and make it to foothill stable by nightfall."

"that'll be right in between our homes, miphy!" daruk says, placing his hands on his hips and leaning backward to laugh heartily. "ah, we've stayed at the castle so long i almost forgot what the heat of death mountain feels like!"

"i feel similarly, daruk," mipha says, giving a small smile. "i wonder if my father and sidon are doing well..."

zelda bows her head in remorse. "i apologize for keeping you all from home for so long. i did not intend for you to stay this long, either."

"it's alright, little bird," urbosa says, stepping forward to place a hand on zelda's shoulder in reassurance. "it's our duty as champions to serve the land of hyrule and protect it from all evildoing. if staying a little longer is what will ensure this era of peace and prosperity, then so be it; we can be patient." she smiles at the princess, and zelda stares at her with wide eyes for a moment before returning the smile.

"thank you, urbosa, i appreciate your kind words," she says. zelda turns back to the rest of the champions and bows her head slightly again. "i will see you all in a few hours. thank you."

SORRY FOR WRITING OUT THINGS THAT HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THE PROMPT LMAO. ONCE AGAIN. I JUST LOVE TO SET THE STAGE AND CREATE A CIRCUMSTANCE. i also just miss the lack of champions in totk 🥹 but anyways! zelda & the champions meet at the front of the castle and with some extra personnel (hi impa!) & a battalion, they all set out towards the akkala citadel as the sun hits its peak in the sky.

at this point, you might be thinking, why don't they just travel in the divine beasts since they're bigger and can cover more ground in a shorter period of time? and to that i tell you, 🌸 shut the fuck up 🌸 KJDFHKDFJKH nah but in my head in this point of time, the champions all left their divine beasts in their respective regions because they're all still learning to control them and they would rather not go stomping around on random civilians while traversing hyrule. do you know how insane it would be to be a traveler going through hyrule field to visit the coliseum or something and then all of a sudden, a gigantic stone camel with long ass legs nearly squashes you flat? i would die of a heart attack on the spot.

i also think it's important to romanticize the naturalness of traveling on-foot and it would also be interesting to see how they would accommodate for each champions' needs or habits as they travel together; they have to travel near water so that mipha doesn't dehydrate, revali and daruk leave the main group momentarily every now and then to go burst into the sky or roll down further along the path respectively bc they're sick of walking, etc.

the group reaches foothill stable just after sundown; revali complains that they should have just brute forced it to the citadel since it was just further down the road, but zelda insists that it could be dangerous since ganon's power seems to be growing and they could be ambushed by monsters in the night. as safe as the citadel seems, they shouldn't let down their guard! so revali, not wanting to fight with the literal princess of hyrule, just shuts his beak and trudges along after the rest of the group, the calm warm glow of the stable in the distance growing brighter as they approach. he won't admit it out loud but he's a little weary from travel too 😹

link and zelda board their horses at the stable, and everyone else sets up camp just off to the side of the stable, pitching tents, starting campfires and cooking pots, and passing out bedrolls. but as they unpack and pass out bedrolls, they realize that there's not enough for everyone to sleep comfortably through the night. zelda pays for the rest of the beds in the stable to cover for the rest of the battalion, but it leaves out one soldier who link knows happens to have sleeping problems or something. so he decides to give up his bedroll to the dude; it's not like he needs it as much, he could probably fall asleep straight in the dirt right now if he wanted.

"ah, champion link! i couldn't take this from you—" the man starts, but link just shakes his head and pushes the bedroll into his arms, giving him an insistent look. the soldier accepts the bedroll in defeat, but bows his head. "oh... well thank you, champion, i appreciate it very much!" link nods and turns away before returning to the rest of the champions.

"hello, link— where's your bedroll?" mipha says, noticing the lack of one in his hands. link tilts his head back towards the soldier he had given his bedroll to. "oh, what about you?"

he just shakes his head. "don't need one," link says softly. though he's comfortable speaking with the champions, he's still not used to the way his own voice reverberates against his throat; he hasn't used his voice as much as he should since he took his 'vow of silence'.

"what do you mean you don't need one, little guy?" daruk says, scratching his head. "i might be a goron, but fleshy little hylians like you are made for fluffy beds and—"

but link pays him no mind and strides over to a nearby tree (one that happens to be near the two that revali has set his hammock up at 👁️), drops his stuff on the ground and sits next to it, leaning against the tree with his arms crossed. mipha and daruk both open their mouths to object, but urbosa places a hand on both of their shoulders.

"leave him be," she says, as all of them watch link settle against the tree. "that boy is far too stubborn for his own good. once he has his mind set on something, he won't give up."

"you sure the little guy's gonna be alright?" daruk says, face contorted into an expression of concern. "i know he's tough, but i can't imagine that what he's doing is comfortable at all."

"he'll be fine," urbosa reassures him. she glances to the side, where revali is already keeping an eye on link, sitting at the tree where the farther end of his hammock from the little hylian is tied and tending to his bow. she smirks knowingly; "he's already in good care."

so everyone gets ready for the night; the battalion soldiers are already fast asleep, zelda, urbosa, and impa are sleeping in the stable beds, daruk is rolled up closer to the rockier terrain near the stable, mipha is straight up sleeping in the nearby cephla lake, leaving link and revali to be the only people awake. they're both still sitting against the trees, revali making the final tweaks to the great eagle bow and link polishing the master sword. revali has been stealing glances at link the entire time, watching and waiting for an opportunity (and also working up the courage) to say something. even at the base of death mountain, the cold night wind perseveres and revali catches every single tremor that goes through link's body as he shivers. maybe he could offer to...

"why did you give up your bedroll?" revali says finally. to be honest, he could probably already figure out an answer if he wanted to, but he asks anyway.

link pauses and glances up at him, before returning to polishing. revali's feathers ruffle at the lack of answer and he looks away, beak clenching. while he cared not for link's stance on verbal speech, acknowledging him and not giving an answer was rather unnecessary, wasn't it? especially since link had grown comfortable speaking with the princess and the champions, that should have included revali as well—

"i don't need one," link says suddenly, so softly, revali has to hold his breath, straining to hear the little hylian. link's voice is so quiet, it could be carried away by the night wind and revali is borderline obsessed with it, but the answer he gives is the same one he had given to the other champions. so revali says nothing and stares at link, prompting him to elaborate. "torin needed it more than me."

"torin?" revali questions. he wonders how much of the hyrulean army link knows by name.

"the man i gave my bedroll to," link replies, still wiping at his blade. "excellent fighter, great with a sword. but his chronic pain makes it difficult for him on the field." he sets down the cloth he was using to polish the master sword with and holds it up, appraising the blade. it glints in the moonlight quite elegantly. "giving him my bedroll is the least i can do to aid his comfort."

for a moment, revali is speechless; he had known that link was rather altruistic, always offering to help out even if it was inconvenient to himself. perhaps he shouldn't be surprised at all.

"you didn't have to do that though," revali says. he has stopped tending to his own bow at this point, letting it lay across his lap instead. "isn't it 'first come first serve' with you hylians? you were one of the first to receive a bedroll. you could have kept it to yourself, and i doubt anyone would complain since you're their champion."

link only shakes his head. "he needed it more than me," he insists, still in the same soft voice. "as a captain and a champion, it's my duty to care for my fellow knights. we're only as strong as our weakest member."

"then what about you?" revali says, staring straight at link. "if that's true, you're in no better of a situation than he was in previously."

"i'll survive," link says simply, and then, he yawns. at the same exact moment, another cold night breeze passes by, tousling link's bangs and once more does revali watch, completely entranced by the way link's body shivers in reaction. then, he slides the master sword back in its scabbard before raising his arms to stretch and yawn again. "sleeping on the ground for one night isn't that big of a deal."

and revali sees his chance and it stares right back at him like it's a challenge, like an eye glowing bright gold in the darkness; this is now or never.

"you don't have to sleep on the ground," he says quietly, but he looks down at the bow in his lap when he says it. in the corner of his eye, he sees link's arms pause mid-stretch before he slowly lowers them. he can feel the piercing blue gaze of link's eyes searing right through his cheek feathers and in turn, his heart skips a beat. stupid, stupid link. revali wishes he could despise the effect that a hylian of all people has on him.

"what do you mean?" link says in similar volume.

revali looks up to meet his gaze and swallows at the sight of those terribly beautiful blue eyes sparkling at him in the moonlight. now or never. "you could stay with me," he says softly, before he loses his nerve.

and link's eyes widen. if revali lets his vision blur a little, perhaps he can convince himself into thinking that the pink flush on link's cheeks is just the natural color of hylian skin, or just a trick of the moon's light and the glow of lava oozing down death mountain above them. but nothing can change the fact that he can see the entirety of link's irises, or the slight part in his lips.

"with you? in your...?" link whispers, but in this moment, his voice is the only thing the rito can hear at all. revali gives a single nod. "why?" there's not a single hint of mirth in link's voice, only genuine surprise.

revali looks away. "your heroism makes you foolish enough to give up the supplies necessary for your own survival in order to ensure the survival of others," he murmurs. "look at you, you're shaking in the cold like a loose feather. if you were a rito like i, you wouldn't have this problem."

he hears link snort and glances up at him. link is looking at him fully, a small smile on his face, and perhaps they are far too close to death mountain with the way that heat floods revali's cheeks and makes his limbs melt into the ground.

"and we wouldn't want the princess and the hyrulean army to wake up in the morning finding that their beloved champion froze to death in the night," he continues softly.

"no, i suppose not," link replies, still smiling. but the smile fades in the next moment or two, the pink flush revali had tried to pretend was just the color of his skin returning to link's cheeks much darker than before, as if to goad him. "s-so... how are we going to...?" he trails off, staring at revali with wide blue eyes.

revali blinks, and then swallows. truthfully, he didn't think he would get this far, but there's no backing out now. with his heart grabbing the bones of his ribcage and bashing its head against them, revali stands dusting himself off and hangs the great eagle bow on one of the branches of the tree. then, he turns back to face link, who's still staring at him with wide blue eyes and his pretty pink-flushed face from the ground. he walks towards link until he's standing in front of the little hylian, and then offers a hand.

"well firstly, are you ready for bed?" revali says, attempting to sound irritated, like his own offer is an inconvenience to him. but it's all in vain; his voice comes out too soft, too tender, too fond.

link stares up at him for a couple moments more before nodding, so revali extends his hand a little further out. "hurry up then," he says, voice still so unbearably soft. "i wouldn't do this for anyone else."

so link takes his hand and revali pulls him up in one swift movement. but he pulls too hard, because before he can even register it, suddenly both of link's hands are on his chest, his body pressed up against revali's. instinctively, one of his arms goes to circle link's waist, pushing them closer together, and the rito's ears are full of the sound of link's quiet gasp at the pressure; is he depraved to want to push him closer, to hear it again?

"s-sorry," link whispers, just slightly pushing off of revali's chest. "i didn't mean to—"

"it's fine," revali whispers back. with all his will, he lets his arm fall from link's waist to let him step away, resisting the urge to pull the warm little hylian back into his embrace. hylia above, how could revali ever have offered to share his hammock with such depravities rotting his mind?

revali turns away to walk towards the hammock, desperately trying to ignore the electric pull of the string tying him back to link. he looks over his shoulder back at the little hylian. "come on," revali says, feigning all the coolness, all the suaveness he can muster. the show must go on, after all.

revali slides into the hammock easily, settling into a comfortable position, and then he looks back at link. the little hylian stares down at his body and suddenly he feels self-conscious, his crest feathers ruffling. "are you getting in or would you rather stand there until sunrise?" revali snaps, and then cringes at his own tone.

but link only looks at him with the same wide, blue-eyed gaze sparkling in the moonlight. "yeah," he whispers, "i just..."

"just get in," revali mutters, looking away. "i won't fall out unless you're trying to make me fall out on purpose."

and slowly, so slowly, link grabs the edge of the hammock closer to him with hesitant, gentle fingers. he looks up at revali, who gives him a nod of encouragement, so he continues, reaching over revali's chest to grab the opposite edge of the hammock and begins to climb in. with some fidgeting and struggling, link lies atop revali's chest, their legs somehow tangled together. revali hopes the little hylian can't hear his heart drumming its high-strung song against his ribs.

"you're so warm," link whispers. "i didn't think you'd be."

"how do you think the rito are able to live so close to the hebra mountains?" revali murmurs back. "our feathers are insulative and keep us warm even in the most bitter of winters." he pauses, considering his next words, and then continues. "if you ever return to the village... our artisans are working on a prototype of an outfit to help featherless hylians like yourself brave the frigid temperatures of hebra. they are... using some of my own plumage to make it. if you wanted to truly experience the power of rito feathers yourself, i extend an invitation for you to come visit rito village at your earliest convenience."

"i'd like that a lot," link murmurs in response.

the rito hums in acknowledgement and they both fall silent. another cold wind breezes past and this time, link curls closer around revali's body, sighing quietly. instinctively, the rito raises his wings and drapes them around the little hylian's form in response, pressing him even closer than before. they stay just like this, beginning to drift off to the sounds of nature around them.

"revali?" link says suddenly, pulling revali a little bit out of his drowsy.

"mm?" revali replies. he doesn't try to summon the energy to even pretend to be irritated, only wrapping his wings tighter around link's body.

"thank you," link whispers. "for this. you didn't have to."

revali just hums back, letting the drowsiness pull him under. "go to sleep," he mumbles. "there will be more time for gratitude in the morning."

"okay," link whispers back, and revali feels him snuggle closer. there's a moment of hesitation, and in the next, it dissipates as revali finally falls asleep, feeling link's arms circle his torso, embracing him gently.

in the morning, the champions find them wrapped around each other in the hammock, urbosa being the first. she smirks down at them, a hand on her hip and shaking her head in amusement.

"ah, urbosa, where's link—?" mipha says as she approaches the chieftess. but she spots them right away, snapping her mouth shut and blinking owlishly until it grows in a held-back grin.

"i told you, link is already in good care," urbosa says. she looks past mipha to see daruk and zelda walking over, the latter yawning and tying her hair up. when they see the predicament that revali and link have gotten themselves into, daruk has to hold back a guffaw and zelda just rolls her eyes.

"they took their time, didn't they?" zelda grumbles.

"with all due respect, you should not be the one to talk, princess," mipha says, smiling politely. zelda wrinkles her nose at the zora princess, who giggles behind her hand.

"none of you should be talking at all," comes revali's voice, gravelly and hoarse from sleep. the champions turn back to the hammock, where revali gives them a dirty look with only one eye open. he remains in his position in the hammock, wings still wrapped around link who's asleep on his chest. "speak louder than a summer breeze and i'll show you the true strength of a rito's shot."

"my, my, so aggressive," urbosa muses. "has he made you soft for him already?" revali's glare only intensifies, so she holds up her hands in playful surrender. "alright, i'll leave you two alone. everyone, let's go start making breakfast. we have some time before we need to be at the citadel."

the rest of the champions begin to walk over to the cooking pots they've set up, zelda's head on mipha's shoulder and daruk listing off what his favorite types of rock meals are for breakfast. when they're out of earshot, revali relaxes and lets a breath out through the nares of his beak.

"what'd they mean, 'take our time'?" link suddenly mumbles against revali's chest.

revali blinks in surprise, staring down at the mop of dark gold hair atop him. "nothing you need to concern yourself with," he says, eyes wide. "when did you wake up?"

"been 'wake since 'fore sunrise," link mumbles. "jus' too warm 'n comfy to get up. hope you don't mind."

revali relaxes and sighs. "you're lucky i'm too comfortable to care either," he murmurs. he adjusts the way his wings are wrapped around link's body, and the little hylian hums and snuggles closer. suddenly, revali feels wide awake and he swears his heart could jump right out of his chest right now. "do you plan on remaining shackled to my body for the rest of the morning?"

"if you'll let me," link murmurs in response, and the rito feels like the breath has been stolen from his lungs.

"fine," revali acquiesces, once he feels like he can breathe again. "just this once... you'll have to get up to eat anyway. everyone here knows about your voracious appetite. you're incredibly insatiable for a hylian." it's not like he truly wants link to leave anyway... but link doesn't need to know that part.

link hums. "okay." they're both quiet for a couple moments, until the little hylian speaks again. "thank you again for this, revali. i appreciate it a lot."

revali pauses, his heart skipping several beats now. "good to know you possess enough of a developed brain to not take my gifts for granted," he replies, barely keeping the tremor out of his voice. but the rito's voice softens as he continues. "and... you're welcome. my kindness is not a gift i grant as often as you might think. so treasure it now; you may not be so lucky to receive it so freely again."

"i will," link replies, his voice muffled in revali's feathers. the rito swears he can feel link smiling into his skin. "so thanks again."

revali blows air through his nares of his beak. stupid, stupid link. try as he might to reject and dislike the effect this little hylian has on him, he can't help but crave it more and more. perhaps the bestowal of more of revali's gifts onto link are in order...

#revalink #loz #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #amihan's revalinkverse #ask #sorry i stopped writing i've been having a depressive episode and i didn't know until a couple days ago ✋#the way i wrote them here was a bit self-indulgent so sorry if it's not Giving 😔 idc tho i had fun writing again LMAO #happy pride to everyone but especially to this gay ass fucking bird i miss him so much #my revalink headcanon of all time is that revali was the one who designed the snowquill armor for link #paraglider & freeze-resistant outfit all this bird knows is make pretty gift for pretty n danger-prone hylian boy #HOMOPHOBIC ZELDA HAS MADE HER RETURN !!! MY LOVE 🫶#just love the idea of everyone being in on revali's crush on link #meanwhile link is completely clueless and also stuck in his own head about his crush on revali #revalink but it's 'kiss the girl' from the little mermaid #aghh... i miss the champions so bad. i've started to play totk less and less bc my heart yearns for the champs everyday #and of course i miss revalink in case you haven't noticed ✌️👹#very slowly making my way through asks and wips this summer. no promises! but i'm doing my best :]#this piece is dedicated to sen who's had to put up with my insanity for the past month i love u ate #ok bye i hope you liked this sorry again i've been gone mwah mwah mwah

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catyo90 · 1 year ago

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Fighting Fate: Chapter 3

Ch.2

(This one is a bit shorter as I am sick, but I still wanted to at least get something out for you guys.)

Ganondorf awoke to the bright sun above him, luckily the trees around the oasis had blocked most of it, and he felt one of the sand seals licking him awake. He nudged the beast away before bringing a hand to his head, he struggled with nightmares for many nights after his true purpose was shown to him. The voice of Demise echoed through his mind for a moment before realizing he had fallen asleep outside, though not uncommon for him he hadn’t planned it. Even more unplanned when he looked beside him to see Zelda had fallen asleep on the rug slightly cuddled against his arm which he hadn’t realized until now.

Looking down at the sleeping form of her beside him made him realize how small she was, her short hair making a somewhat halo around her face as she breathed steadily. Suddenly the vile voice of Demise echoed in his mind.

“The stone...” The voice was as cold as the Hebra mountains, Ganondorf eyed the sacred stone on her necklace and realized what the voice wished of him. His eyes grew wide as he reached with his other hand toward it, feeling a small humming coming from it clearly filled to the brim with power. It may not be the Queens stone, but perhaps it would be enough power...enough to quench his lust for this never-ending want of power. Her sudden movement made him halt as she breathed out lightly clinging to his arm a bit more making him pause in his action. He sighed as he moved his hand away from where the necklace lay.

It was not the right time...after all, he still needed to learn a way to end this vicious cycle of rebirth. Until then he would have to wait. His thoughts wandered to the still very probable way this whole marriage was simply a trick.

He eyed her form once more and noticed her hair was slightly disheveled now, he brought his hand to move the bits of hair away from her face. Her face reminded him once more of when he was younger.

10 years ago

He looked over the wide vast grasslands of Hyrule seeing the many wild horses surrounding the plains. He stood over the hill looking down to see Sonia, Princess to the Hyrulian family kneeling next to him picking at the flowers, carefully collecting them for her studies in the medical field that she was most prominent.

He had been tasked with guarding her while his elders spoke with her father about the lack of trust in the trades between his people and hers. He hated the idea of her father, he was a simple-minded man who only focused on the prospect of his kingdom. If his people sent word of any hylians attacks or raids on their people, he simply coughed it up to bandits and thieves that would be dealt with appropriately... though he never did.

He shook the thought from his mind when he suddenly felt a light touch on his arm seeing Sonia standing next to him where he saw she had placed the basket of herbs on the ground. He couldn’t help but laugh as she gestured to pick her up. He placed her on his shoulder keeping an arm on her legs for support to keep her from falling backwards.

“The sky is a lovely shade this evening. I only wish it was a bit cooler, this summer air always makes me feel exhausted.”

“Could be worse...you could be harvesting hydro melons in the desert. Believe me, it is no easy task. Though you would probably eat them before anyone else could.” he chuckled as she gave him a slightly unamused look. But soon she gave a smirk in return.

“Don’t forget how you get when you get your hands on any meat...my goodness you scarf it down like a horse to an apple.”

He gave a slight groan as he listened to her laugh at the look on his face. He looked up at her, her beauty was almost too much for him, her short golden hair covering her face like a goddess, the white hylians dress she wore along with the small crown upon her brow with it a few accessories from each kingdom, from the Zora, a belt of gold accompanied by blue stones, from the Gorons a red gem on a ring that he could feel the warmth from even though it was faint, from the Rito a feathered pair of anklets. He remembered the gift he had brought for her which he smiled at as he noticed the earring on her lift ear, it was a yellow gem and with it an etched-in symbol that he himself gave to her only a few days prior. As he looked at her he wondered....was he worthy enough for her...the way she made him feel was a feeling he had never felt with the other Vai of his homeland.

She looked down at him...

“Gan...”

“Hmm...”

“I’m glad you are here... it's been far too long since you last visited...after all, I always enjoy your company.”

She looked down at him, he was probably the tallest and strongest man she ever knew. But she knew there was always something troubling him, he wouldn’t say and whenever she asked...he simply said he was fine. Clearly, a lie, but she would not push the subject any further than he wished. She leaned over and laid her head against his as she smiled to herself watching as the sun set.

“Promise me you will visit more often...”

He was about to object but soon hearing her humming to herself, he simply smiled to himself as they both overlooked the sun setting over the two of them.

The memory saddened him a bit as he realized how long time had passed and how much she had changed since their time together. He looked down at Zelda and realized he should probably wake her up before she did herself and possibly get the wrong idea.

He brought his hand to her shoulder and gently nudged her as he called her name. A bit surprising when he couldn’t wake her up. Then again this did give him a fairly funny idea. He smiled as he whistled to his seal that moved toward her and smiled as it brought its large tongue across her cheek making her wake up immediately as she shot up still clinging to his arm as the seal continued to lick at her face.

“Ah, goodness. Is it morning? Oh my, I suppose I should have...Uhhh.” She looked at her arms which were still slightly wrapped around his arm making her move from him just a tad with a much-embarrassed look on her face.

“I must apologize. I hadn’t realized...”

“It’s alright. You must have been cold during the night. Though I suppose if you truly needed to stay warm...there were many other ways that could have happened.”

“That would be quite too...vulgar for me Ganondorf. “

He had a smirk on his face as he brought his face a bit closer to hers, that was until his seal jumped out from the sand landing square on him causing him to hit the ground hard as Zelda looked down to just smile smugly at him as she spoke.

“I see Blubber and Flipper were quite fed up with you messing with me...”

He scoffed as he moved the seal off his back before causing the seal to roll down the hill as the other followed suit.

“Far from it...they simply are in a playful mood.”

She smiled as he stood up and brushed the sand off of his clothes offering a hand to her to help her up.

“Come, we should return.”

Suddenly a pain came to his mind as he brought his hand away from her to his head hearing the voice once again this time is was clinging at him, the voice was louder this time he kneeled down from the pain. Zelda was a bit shocked but became worried when he groaned in pain.

“Ganondorf...are you alright?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Clearly its not. Look...at least let me try something. I promise...it wont hurt.”

He merely watched as she walked up behind him placing both hand on the side of his head gingerly letting him lean his head back as he felt a small hum from her hands as small gold particles moved around her hands. The voice actually did disappear , much to his pleasure as he sighed a small relief. He let out a small sigh as the gentle touch from her was quite welcome but the sight above him made him wonder for a moment on a thought that plagued his mind ever since he first saw her.

“Zelda...an issue has been on my mind for awhile... please answer honestly.”

“Hmm.” She gave him a puzzled look as he took a hand to her wrist looking up at her with those very vibrant golden eyes.

“I have known the royal family for some time...” He said as he move his head away from her hands still holding her wrist in his hand but this time kneeling before her matching her gaze.

“Sonia had no siblings and Rauru only has his sister who dedicates herself to lore and study. Sonia’s family is thin and you are clearly too young to be related directly. And anyone with any intelligence in them would know all too well that “distant relative” act. So...how are you related to her?”

#zelgan #zelda #ganondorf #ganon x zelda #fightingfate #the legend of zelda #fanfiction #fanfic #hope you enjoy

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minty-mumbles · 2 years ago

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I am extremely interested in the sheikah!wild bullshit, do you have like a whole au fleshed out?

Hi, hello! Yeah I do! Thank you for giving me an excuse to ramble about it. Some of these headcanons are courtesy of @transzeldas

Buckle up because I have a lot of thoughts about this :) There's also a good heaping of headcanons about Sheikah culture in this as well.

Spark notes version:

Wild is half Sheikah and half Hylian. His mother was a Sheikah warrior, and his father was a Hylian knight.

He was raised in Kakariko by his mother, and his father wasn't really involved. His mom eventually married a Sheikah man and had his little sister

Like most Sheikah children, he was trained in the art of Sheikah fighting when he was young. He was very good at it, and liked fighting, and it was assumed that he would likely follow his mother's path and become a warrior. He earned his mastery in swordsmanship very young, which technically made him an adult in the eyes of his people.

Wild found the Master Sword when he was 12. The Elders of Kakariko decided to keep this hidden. He was considered too young to go serve the royal family. The Sheikah kept a sharp eye out for the return of Ganon, though. They thought he was too young, but they still expected him to do his duty as the hero when it came down to it.

The Sheikah have a tradition that teens go on a journey around the country before they're named full adults. Wild visits Castle town when he's 14 as part of this journey. He saves Zelda from the rouge guardian, which brings him to the attention of the King, who wants him to come serve as a guard at the castle.

After consulting with his mother and the Elders, Wild presents himself to the king as the hero soon after that, wielding the Master Sword. He's appointed Zelda's personal guard, and the rest of the story goes pretty much the same after that.

He forgets his culture when he comes out of the Shrine, and works to reconnect with it.

Dorian is actually his sister’s grandson, so that means he's related to Koko and Cottla.

The Yiga have major beef with Wild, even more than before, since not only is he the hero, but he's also Sheikah, and the Yiga and Sheikah have been at war for generations.

In-depth Version:

Wild's parents met when his mother was stationed as a guard in the Palace. They never married, and Wild's bio father was never super involved in Wild's life. He sent money, and was a little supportive, especially once Wild became a knight, but he was never interested in having children. On top of the fact that his father never wanted children, it was seen as a little shameful for Hylians to be involved with a Sheikah.

I've always really liked the idea that Sheikah were discriminated against by Hylians, based on the time when the monarchy commanded them to get rid of their technology. Some of the Sheikah resisted giving up their technology, and joined Ganon, and some yielded to the monarchy. Seems simple, right?

But history is never as simple as that. Ordering the Sheikah to give up such a huge part of their culture smells a lot like cultural genocide. The prophecy about Ganon's return may not have been the only thing that caused the monarchy to order the Sheikah to abandon their technology.

Anyways, I digress. The rest is under the cut because it's long af:

By the time Wild is born, the Sheikah mostly keep to themself in the secluded Kakariko village, (which used to be much bigger than it is in BotW.) However, many of their warriors go to serve the royal family.

This is nominally because of the Yiga. The Yiga and the Sheikah have been at war with each other for generations. Because the Yiga are technically a branch of the Sheikah, and are so dead set on killing the royal family, the monarchy demanded reparations in the form of protection. Hylian fighters have difficulty countering Sheikah fighting techniques, especially since the Sheikah, and the Yiga by extension, can do shadow magic. (Teleportation, invisibility, glamours, being able to float, etc. In rare cases, some can read minds/communicate telepathically)

Wild's mother was one of the Sheikah that served the monarchy. She moved back to Kakariko after she found out she was pregnant with Wild, and never really left after that. Sheikah are a matriarchal society, and since Wild's mother was Sheikah, both other Sheikah and Wild himself considered him to be fully Sheikah. Hylians, on the other hand, consider him to be both Hylian and Sheikah.

Wild's hair is technically blonde, but it's a far cry from the golden locks of his father, more wheat in color. His eyes are blue, and not the red of a Sheikah. If someone met him, they wouldn't say he has a Sheikah parent, but would probably guess at some Sheikah ancestry. Wild cannot do full shadow magic because of his Hylian blood, but his Sheikah blood does allow him to do some cool stuff. (Slow down time a little bit)

Wild had a pretty average childhood for a Sheikah child. When he was four, his mother married a Sheikah man, and when he was six, his younger sister was born.

The Sheikah are a warrior people. Most Sheikah children are trained in the basics of fighting. After that, at about the age of ten, they can choose to continue to train as a warrior, or become an apprentice in some other specialty. They earn their mastery in their chosen field, which signifies that they’ve mastered their profession and have become an adult.

Wild was no exception to the training. He starts when he’s eight, and it takes very little time for it to become apparent that he’s a prodigy. He’s very good at it, and he likes it. Most people assume that he’s going to follow in his mother’s footsteps and become a warrior.

He does choose to continue his training, and earns his mastery at the age of 12, which is incredibly young. Most get their mastery at ages 15-18.

While this technically makes him an adult in the eyes of his people, he’s still mostly treated as a child, only with more freedom and respect. People now address him as “Master Link” (Side note: “Master” is a gender neutral form of respectful address for someone who has their mastery. Women are not called Mistresses, simply because I hate that)

Shortly afterwards, Wild feels a pull in the middle of the night. He leaves, and causes a great deal of panic in his family. His mother even ends up sending a message to Wild’s bio father to see if Wild went to him. A week and a half later, Wild shows back up, pretty beat up, with the master sword concealed on his back.

The Elders of Kakariko Village know that if it comes out that Wild is the hero, he would likely be conscripted into serving the crown, whether he wanted to or not, so they agree that they’ll keep it a secret for a few years. Even though he’s earned his mastery, he’s still considered too young to go to Castle Town and serve in the military. (The Sheikah start paying more attention to the signs of the Calamity resurrecting after that. They may not like the fact that Wild has the master sword, but if the hero is needed, they expect him to do his duty.)

Most Sheikah teenagers go on a trip around the country after they’ve earned their mastery, sort of like taking a gap year between high school and college to go see the world. Wild’s mother doesn’t allow him to go on one for a few years, because he's still too young, but when he’s 14, he finally goes. He stops in Castle Town to see his bio father for a day, and while there, he saves Zelda from the rouge guardian.

This brings him to the attention of the king, who sees potential in him, and wants him to become a knight. Wild is taken aback by this, as he always thought he was going to join the Sheikah section of the military, but even though he considers himself fully Sheikah, his father being Hylian means that Hylains consider him to not be fully Sheikah which allows him to become a knight.

The Elders and his mother agree that now would be the best time to present himself as the hero. He does so, and the king appoints him as Zelda’s personal guard and grants him a knighthood ship that same day.

The story plays out mostly the same as it does in the game from here on out. His heritage is known among the nobles of Hyrule, although not much talked about in “polite” company. Wild is quietly a little annoyed that Zelda doesn’t ask him for help with the Sheikah slate, both because it's meant for the hero in the first place, and because he is Sheikah.

When Wild gets out of the shrine, he remembers nothing of his family or culture, although he still instinctivly remembers some things, like how to meditate. His fighting is still obviously Sheikah in style, although it’s taken on a much more savage edge. Wild doesn’t care about honor or fighting dirty. He’ll do whatever it takes to win.

Impa’s the one to inform him that he’s Sheikah. He becomes determined to learn as much as he can about the culture. He wants any connection to his family he can get, and wants to feel like he belongs some where.

The Yiga are super invested in killing Wild, not only because he’s the hero, but also because he's Sheikah, and the Yiga and Sheikah are still at war. Yiga mostly leave Hylian travelers alone, but even though Wild is Hylian passing, everyone knows he’s Sheikah.

Dorian is actually the grandson of Wild’s sister. Dorian doesn’t tell Wild this for a while, but everyone else in Kakariko knows. Wild finds out that Dorian is giving information to the Yiga, and the trust between them is broken. Wild agrees not to tell anyone about Dorian’s betrayal, because Wild believes that he really won’t do it again, that he can deal with Dorian if he does do anything, and most importantly because Koko and Cottla need their Father.

Dorian doesn’t want to tell Wild they’re related and make him feel pressured into forgiving him. Impa eventually gets fed up with Dorian stalling and tells Wild herself. Wild, who doesn’t remember much about his family, is ecstatic to have that connection, although still wary of Dorian. Wild dotes on Koko and Cottla so much.

After the fall of the Hyrulian empire, many of the Sheikah traditions were widely adopted by the populace. Because most Sheikah children are trained in fighting, the average Sheikah was better equipped to survive in the post-apocalyptic world. The gossip journals that are in all the stables are actually a Sheikah tradition. (The gossip journal in the general store in Kakariko) Most of the sign posts that you can find in BotW are made by the Sheikah. The signs are written in Sheikah as well, which means most travelers know a little bit of the language nowadays.

Additional thoughts:

I am still on my Paya/Flora bs as well. Wild is a great wingman who tells Flora all about Sheikah courting traditions. (Also Wild/Flora QPR because I love that dynamic)

Wild’s Sheikah training didn’t wear off while he was in the Shrine. He’s the stealthiest one in the chain and the most flexible. He stretches every night and morning if he can

He likes to wear the Sheikah stealth clothing, or at least the mask a lot. Because he looks Hylian, this gets him some weird looks in other eras where people don’t know who he is.

Wild's bio father had a house in Hateno, which Wild visited a few times, although he never stayed long. This is the house that he eventually buys in BotW

Jojo said she considered giving Wild a Sheikah tattoo around his eye but didn't, as that would make his face too busy. I propose he has the tattoo somewhere else. Maybe his upper back? The Sheikah eye tattoo is another signifier that a warrior has earned their mastery and has become an adult. He losses the tattoo when he’s killed. (It’s blown off by Guardian lasers.) He gets another one done after he defeats the Calamity.

Wild knows how to speak, read/write, and sign in Sheikah. He can speak Hylian, but he doesn’t know how to read or sign. The other heroes think Wild is completely illiterate for a while, because of a misunderstanding when he told them he couldn't read Hylian.

Warriors knows a little bit of Sheikah. Not enough to be fluent, but enough to catch scraps of a conversation. He also knows some battle commands in Sheikah sign.

Wild re-learns how to cook traditional Sheikah dishes together with Koko

When Wild sits, he kneels instead of sitting criss-cross-applesauce as kneeling is considered more polite/mature

When you use the “Sit by the fire until…” option in game, Wild isn’t sleeping. He’s meditating with a Sheikah technique that allows him to get a little rest while still being aware. It’s not as good as sleeping, but it’s enough to get you by if you’re in a dangerous environment.

Wild loves to meditate, even when he doesn’t need to. It helps him clear his mind, and organize his thoughts. (Unrelated headcanon: because of his lack of memories, Wild is very susceptible to any kind of mind magic)

Please ask me questions about this AU if you have any, I’ve been thinking about this for ages.

#asks open anon on #linked universe #sheikah wild au #mint's headcanons #lu wild #psychopathonadiet

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chickwiththepurpleguitar · 5 months ago

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I’ve seen that your thinking about taking some request so… I’d love to read a Bobby/Alex with suicidal!Alex written by you, I’m really in love with your writing style. In any case, I hope you manage to reach your 100 fic goal! 🥰🥰🥰

Hello!! SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I am now actually trying to reach my 150 fic goal.... but at least I was finally able to put your awesome prompt into words! Hope you enjoy :)

TW: depression, talk of suicide attempt/ideation (nothing graphic, no one dies or is even hurt). take care of yourselves folks

Bobby’s not asleep when the phone rings, but he is a level and a half away from finally beating Zelda’s Adventure, so the annoyance in his voice is entirely legitimate when he answers with a simple, “Dude.”

He doesn’t need to bother asking who it is. Only his dumbass friends call him in the middle of the night.

It’s Alex on the other end, and his voice comes out quiet and dull, more so than just the late hour would usually warrant. “Hi.”

Bobby sits up straighter, pausing his game and putting the controller aside. “Alex? You all right, man?”

Alex gives a soft, sleepy hum. Bobby starts looking for his shoes.

“Bad night?” He fights to keep his voice calm and casual even as his heart threatens to beat right out of his chest. He doesn’t know the whole situation yet—there’s no point in getting all up in arms about something that might not even be happening, especially if his panic ends up being the very thing to push Alex over the edge.

“Yeah,” Alex whispers, voice a little teary now. “I didn’t—I haven’t—”

“Okay,” Bobby steps in so he doesn’t have to say it, even as he goes practically faint with relief. He holds the phone in one hand so he can pull his shoes on with the other. “I’m coming over anyway, okay? Be there in ten minutes.”

“It’s so late,” Alex whispers. “Shit, I shouldn’t have bothered you. Fuck.”

Fuck is right. Bobby’s mind races—he’s gotta hang up the phone if he’s gonna leave the house, but if he leaves Alex spiraling like this…

He’d call Luke or Reggie, middle of the night be damned, and ask them to stay on the phone with Alex until Bobby can get over there, if he hadn’t promised himself—promised Alex—that he wouldn’t tell their friends how bad this gets sometimes.

So he cuts off Alex’s rambly apologies with a quick, “Hey, hey, hey, where are you right now?”

A pause, and then: “Bathroom.”

Bobby mentally curses. The only worse place for Alex to be when he gets like this than the bathroom is the kitchen—and pills are a lot easier to swallow, pun morbidly intended, than putting a knife to your skin. The temptation is harder to resist when he’s on his own.

But he takes a breath, keeps his voice calm. “Okay. That’s a good place to be, yeah? Nice and quiet in the bathroom.” He rubs a hand over his mouth, thinking. “Listen, Lex, I want you to look up at the ceiling for me, all right? How many grains are in the tile?”

Alex scoffs. “I don’t fucking know, like a million?”

“Right, but I gotta know how many exactly, see, so I can… so I can get the same design at my new place!”

He’s got his keys, his coat—shit, pants would probably be helpful. After a moment of hesitation, Alex says, “The fuck you talking about? What new place?”

“The place… that I’m gonna get for us. After high school. All right, you hear me? I want those same damn tiles for the ceiling of our bathroom when I get you out of that fucking house and someplace safe, so I need you to count the grains for me, so I know how to get ‘em exactly right.”

He’s dressed now, one hand on the front door—all he needs now is for Alex to be okay, and then he can go make sure Alex is okay.

“What about Luke and Reggie?”

“Oh, those two doofuses? They can live with us too, I guess. If they want.”

Alex snorts, and it’s enough. Enough to tell Bobby he’s still got some humor left in him, despite the bad night. Enough to let Bobby’s heart drop out of his throat, to let him believe Alex is out of the danger zone. It’s gonna take a lot to get him totally back in the green, to convince his brain to shut up for a minute and let Alex believe Bobby when he says he deserves to live.

They’ve got a long night ahead of them, but everything will look brighter in the morning.

Alex starts to count, low but out loud, and Bobby breathes through so much love for him it hurts. “Good job, buddy,” he whispers. “Wait right there for me. I’m on my way.”

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #fanfiction #jatp fanfiction #bobby shaw #alex mercer #angst #tw suicide attempt #tw suicidal ideation

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aboutcustardcreams · 5 months ago

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The monster within you

[ z. s & c. g ]

part two

three

You stumble over your feet, an awkward smile graces upon your lips, as you're met with a stranger instead of the pizza delivery guy as you had hoped.

"Uhm, hello! Can I help you?", you ask, leaning against the doorframe.

The stranger smiles politely back at you, "Maybe I can help you," he confesses, and you look up at him curiously. He drifts his eyes towards the briefcase that he is holding, as to prompt you to do the same.

"I'm afraid I don't understand," you trail off.

"Would you be so kind to let me in so I can explain?"

He didn't look perilous, just weird. You take a quick look behind you, Zelda and Cordelia are still in the room upstairs, probably believing the pizza has arrived. Eventually, you think five minutes won't hurt, so you motion with your hand for him to come inside.

"I felt drawn to this house and its energy the moment I saw it," he looks around, placing the briefcase on the kitchen's counter, without moving too far from it. Your eyes dart towards it, and you can't help wondering what's inside. Narrowing your eyes, you lean forward, "what do you mean?"

"I believe the relic brought me to you."

Your eyes snap open, in confusion, "the relic?", you repeat, feeling a little dumb.

A little smirk plays out on the man's face as his fingers tap over the surface of the leather briefcase, "something that might interest you, witch," he states, before opening it. Inside, you can't tell there is something you recognize. It seems to be a simple piece of cloth, folded in two, of a bleached yellowish fabric, probably due to its age. However, as your hand reaches out to touch it, you feel a strange energy tingling your fingers.

"What is this?", you ask, only to remember a second after that he called you witch, "wait, how do you know that I am a—?", however, you don't even finish your thought, considering the relic he was carrying was surely linked to a source of magic. He must be magic himself, or something of the sort.

He chuckles, then quickly apologizes, "I understand your confusion. I should have introduced myself beforehand, anyway I'm not a mortal, but a globetrotter of all realms, no more no less you need to know," he says, as if that clarifies all your doubts, "I found this during one of my strolls."

You nod at that, giving yourself time to assimilate things. Was he a servant of Hell? Or just a traveler? And why, you thought, his eyes looked like a living windstorm? He didn't tell you a name or anything, but he probably won't give you one.

"That's... cool, I guess," you shrug, "although, it's still not clear to me as to why you're here."

"You see, I'm drawn to whoever has some unfinished businesses or doubts about themselves, any chances that could be you?", the way he asks that question makes you believe he already had an answer. It's more of a question to you, rather than for him.

"I'm afraid I don't quite follow," your eyes squint a bit, as you tilt your head to the side, truly confused.

He tries then with a different approach, "Do you know who you are?"

You can't help the scoff that comes out of you. He was indeed a peculiar one.

"Last time I checked I was a witch, Celeste Payton," you feel weird the moment you pronounce your name and can't exactly venture a guess as to why. Maybe it's the way he looks at you, as if he knew more, better or even differently.

He clicks his tongue, "Right, except that's not your real name."

Your frown deepens, and so does your disbelief, "And you would know because...", you awkwardly point at him up and down with your hand, "you're a globetrotter or whatever?"

"Kind of," he shrugs, then leans further close to you, with the relic in his hands, "aren't you curious to discover who your biological parents truly are? You might eventually find the truth about yourself. Everyone has a purpose, but you can't fully grasp yours if you don't start from the beginning, can you?", when his eyes dive into yours, you grasp something more than a simple shadow of gray. You've never seen something like that before, you can almost hear a sound if you focus enough. Like a woosh, if that makes any sense. A tornado moving in his eyes.

You pause for a moment to think. "I guess that has crossed my mind once or twice," you say stiffly, suddenly feeling vulnerable for obvious reasons, "I was given up as baby with no name, or anything that could help me trace back to them, so I presume whoever my parents are, don't really want to be found."

The man hums and hints of a smile that carries a shadow of amusement, or so you think, "I highly doubt that," he says, leaving you blinking in confusion, "I mean, unless they are dead, which can be a possibility too," you feel your heart drop for some reason. It's weird considering you've never met them. Plus, you shouldn't feel attached to someone that gave you away, right?

"No worries, I can help you with that too," he admits, in a softer tone, "all you need to do is cover your eyes with it, and let the sight come to you."

You let out a brief, sarcastic chuckle, "seems to be my lucky day, innit?", your attempt at humor provokes pity in the man's eyes.

The corner of his mouth twists into a plain smile, "you see, this belonged to a witch, whose name was Lucia. Does it ring a bell?", you shake your head while he places the relic in your hands, "Not only was she a witch, but also a blessed soul by the False God."

"How is that even possible?", you shake your head, hardly believing what he is telling you now.

He proceeds on telling you the story of Lucia, a young witch who was called by the Dark Lord to fulfil one of his wishes. She was plagued by nightmares when she refused to listen to his order. Eventually the nightmares followed her in the light of the day, to the point that life had become a torment to her: whatever she looked she was plagued by horrors and pain. So, she clawed her eyes out in desperation and with that gesture, she stopped seeing the Dark Lord, wherever she turned. She didn't dream anymore, but it was no problem to her because she could finally rest. And that eyepatch is what she used to cover her empty orbs. That's until the False God showed up to her feeling merciful. He blessed her with the sight, not in the narrow sense of the term, but as a gift that helped her see things nobody else could. The relic still guards that power now; a sight in all its forms.

You feel at a loss of words, now even more intrigued by that thing.

"What happens when I put it on?"

"Many things," he states simply. You feel your stomach twist in an unfamiliar and uncomfortable way. He seems to notice the grimace upon your face and a small chuckle comes out of him in response, "There's no need to be afraid. This is only a holder of truth..."

"Can it hurt me?" you whisper softly.

"It depends on what's your life story. There's no guarantee that it's a nice one, but it shouldn't be enough reason to hold back," he admits truthfully.

"There is more, though. You shouldn't keep it on for more than one minute per time," he warns you solemnly, never leaving your face.

"What happens after that?", you ask in a hesitant tone.

"You don't want to find out," he cackles slightly and darkly, but there is no amusement in his tone.

You nod and rests composed, despite not being calm at all. Feeling conflicted, you start nibbling on your bottom lip, torn about what to do. Your mind is telling you to kick this man out of the house, but your heart is telling you the opposite, begging you to find the answers you never really searched for. You feel your heart leap into your throat. You can't ignore the fact that your partners will surely kill you if you don't talk to them about this before making any decision.

"I need to think about it," you then realize it shouldn't be a decision to be taken lightly.

"No pressure, witchy. I can leave it here, as a gift."

Why? Why was he willing to do such a thing for you? What's in it for him?

"Why are you doing this?", you whisper.

"No reason. I simply go around helping people that might need me."

One of the biggest lessons Zelda taught you comes to your ears, in her voice. Everything has a price. Nobody is genuinely kind to you, or does something for you without thinking of a way to benefit from it.

"Celeste, are you coming?" speaking of the devil...

You make a startled noise at her voice coming to your ears and feel like a child that has been busted doing something they shouldn't have.

You hesitate, then shout back, "Yes, one second!", then you turn towards the man who's already walking himself towards the door. You take a sigh of relief, glad that he had read your mind, "I'll come back in three days."

You nod quietly, mouthing a feeble thank you in his direction. He gives you another smile of courtesy, before walking down the stairs of the porch, smashing right in front of the pizza delivery guy that is coming right towards you. Well, he didn't exactly smash against him, more like he passed through him, vanishing then in thin air, as if the mad had been made of dust.

Your mouth falls agape, as you blink slowly, almost in trance. You take the pizza box almost by inertia, and thank the boy without really looking at him. You tell him to keep the change and he flees back to his scooter, happy to have earned a tip of over fifteen dollars.

"Woah, slow down, sweetheart, what got you so excited?", Cordelia chuckles lightly. She places both hands on your shoulders, offering you a squeeze.

You had just climbed the stairs in less than four seconds, instead of transmuting, so you take a moment to collect your breath.

"Where's the pizza?", Zelda asks you.

Realization hits you, "Oh, it's downstairs," you mutter apologetically, "But I've got news, great ones. A globetrotter showed up at the door and gave me this," their gaze drift towards the piece of cloth in your hand. They had mistaken it for a mere napkin. Holding it carefully, as if your life depends on it, you continue, "he said it could help me learning about my heritage, by putting it on."

"Where does it come from?", Zelda steps closer, suspiciously.

"Between realms," you state vaguely, and you can tell your answer doesn't really suffice. Shrugging, you look down at it, tracing your fingertips over the partially consumed fabric, "it guards an enormous power and gives sight to those in need to see."

Both witches stay quiet for a moment, trying to make some sense to what you've just said. There is a hidden meaning behind your words, that's clear. You spot Cordelia gnawing at her lip, "are you sure it's safe?", she questions as she takes in you.

You sigh, "I suppose, yeah," you say with a crinkled nose. Of course, you couldn't be one hundred per cent sure, but as the man told you, you couldn't let a fear hold you back from the truth.

"No," Zelda says, voice firm and unwavering.

You squint your eyes, turning towards Zelda, "No?"

Cordelia runs a hand through her hair, "Oh, unholy Lilith," she sighs.

Zelda arches an eyebrow in your direction, her perfectly red lips curve in a grimace, "I'm sorry, didn't you hear me the first time?", she questions, in a mockery tone.

A wave of disappointment washes over you, "Come on, Zelds, I'm not in the mood for games."

The redhead's responding chuckle is sarcastic.

Cordelia doesn't fail to notice the way your fingertips tremble as you hold the relic in your hands.

"Neither am I," Zelda quickly retorts, "it's a bad idea on so many levels," she continues, and that only fuels the exasperation already rising in you.

"But why?", you let out a confused sigh, "Lucia was blessed with the sight, and this relic guards its power."

At the mention of the witch's name, Zelda's eyes grow bigger, "I beg your pardon? Lucia as in Saint Lucia?"

You bite your tongue and say nothing. You silence answers her question and her disbelief duplicates.

"Did you hear her, darling?", she eyes Cordelia and tilts her head, "Our little witch, here, thinks it's a good idea to use a Christian relic to fulfill her purpose!" she almost yells, anger and disbelief gnawing at each word.

You roll your eyes and snort, and before you can add anything she continues, "What's next? Have a taste of Christ's body and say Amen?"

Cordelia's lip quivers a bit. She has to turn away for a second to hide the amused smile that is curving her mouth upwards.

"Do I need to remind you Lucia was also a witch?", sure to prove your point, you stand tall with conviction.

"A traitor of the Church of Night, yes," she points out.

It was rich coming from her, considering all the times she and her family went against the Dark Lord.

"The man didn't mention what Lucia refused to do for Lucifer's sake, but you very well know what He is— was capable of, so I don't blame her."

Zelda and Cordelia exchange a both frustrated and concerned look.

The Supreme, then, comes behind you, "I mean, she does has a point," that comment causes your smile to reach your ears and eyes.

Zelda groans, and feels a sort of dejavu as she witnesses that scene. It almost felt like one of those times, where Lilith and Sabrina teamed up against her.

"If only we gave it a chance..."

Zelda runs a hand through her hair. A whirlwind of thoughts races through her mind, in each of them she sees how it could go tremendously bad for you.

"It could be my sole possibility to know who I really am," your voice sounds more like a plea now. You search for her eyes, but Zelda doesn't look at you, "Please," you scoot close to her eyeing her with doe eyes, hoping it would work.

"Stop pouting like that, you're not a child."

Zelda is a strong, tough woman. A lioness in every sense of the term, however, when it comes to keep you, Cordelia or her family safe, whatever the cost, the lioness can turn into a much ferocious beast. But there's another side belonging to her, a softer one, definitely weaker than she would like to admit. On the outside, she portrays strenght, but on the inside, she resembles the bravery of a newborn kitten.

"Maybe we should do some research first, to be sure we aren't dealing with anything life threatening," Cordelia interjects carefully.

You look at her with hope in your eyes. The redhead, instead, shoots her a glance of pure horror, as if the Supreme had just grown a second head, "I'm sorry are you agreeing to this?" There is something about that piece of cloth that doesn't feel right. It's paradoxical that in need to see, one needs to go blind. Not in the strict sense of the term, however, in the world of magic one can never know.

Cordelia merely rolls her eyes, "Celeste won't be facing this alone. She has us, and if she really wants answers, then we should be supportive, don't you think?"

"You should very well know that everything has a price. And more often than not, the sacrifice isn't worth the outcome."

"How can you say that?", you huff, frowning at her, "This is something that doesn't even concern you. It's about my family."

Zelda tilts her head slowly and dangerously, "What pish posh are you saying? How does it not concern me, exactly? You're my family, Celeste," she snaps with a hint of irritation in her tone.

You stand there awkwardly, feeling dumb.

You hear Cordelia sigh from behind you, and despite not being fond of the plan herself, she knows she can't keep you from it.

"Can we talk about this without fighting?"

"For all we know once you put that blindfold, you turn blind," the redhead mutters under her breath.

Fear fills the Supreme's eyes, heart pounds and stomach churns at the possibility of Zelda being right. She, herself, turned blind once and it hadn't been pleasant, not in the slightest.

You, on the other hand, let out an exasperated chuckle, "it's a piece of cloth, not a goddamn dagger."

"A piece of cloth that can help you see things, but at what price?", she argues but it fails on deaf ears and she knows it.

You cross your arms defensively, "Let me find out."

She scoffs and rolls her eyes, "it's all about you, isn't it?", voice rising as she speaks, "You and your selfish purposes," you open your mouth to respond, but you are not sure what to say, not immediately at least.

"Love, whatever are you talking about?", the Supreme interjects, brows knitted in a frown.

You lower your gaze to the floor, a single tear finds its way down your cheek, but you're quick to wipe it, "so this is what you think? That I'm selfish?", your voice comes out shy and weak.

Zelda's eyes look mortified once she goes back looking at you. She reaches out a hand to grasp yours, but you take a prompt step back. She, then, takes in a shaky sigh, "No, no. Of course not. I'm sorry, Celeste," she stutters, and she normally never does, "I don't know why I said that."

You swallow hard, "it's okay," you mutter after a pause. When you avert your gaze, she spots shiny tears glistening in your eyes and her heart drops in her stomach. "Celeste, all I'm trying to do is protect you," she mutters apologetically, "If something was to happen..."

You sigh, "Nothing is gonna happen. He told me."

"And you trust him more than me?", she interrupts you, patience as thin as a hair, "I thought you wiser than that."

Feeling heat creeping at your face, you blurt out, "and I thought you had a little more faith in me."

"Faith, you say?", Zelda eyes grow wider, cheeks flushing bright red, "The same faith I gave you when you were clearly unwell, but denied till you lost consciousness?"

Your mouth drops in shock. "That was different, and you know it!"

Cordelia comes around to your side, "Girls," she soothes, but in vain.

"Was it really?", Zelda insists, "Hell, sometimes you're... mindless."

"Zelda, enough" the Supreme admonishes, reaching out to grasp her forearm.

The redhead clenches her jaw in response.

"We should be able to talk things out without accusing each other in the process," she adds by putting emphasis on each word, talking as it she is dealing with two unruly children rather than her girlfriends.

Zelda scoffs at that, "I'm merely stating facts."

You shake your head in disbelief "How can you speak to me like that?" There is hurt in your voice.

"She doesn't mean it," Cordelia insists, flashing a glare towards the redhead.

"You will get yourself killed," she insists, helplessly.

"Okay, now you stop it," the Supreme's patience was reaching its peak, and you could see it, "This behavior of yours isn't helping at all."

"It's okay, Dee," you mutter calmly, that tone of voice surprises both witches. "I was nice enough to inform you about what I've been given, but, breaking news, I don't need your permission to do anything," your eyes flash in a way that have never done before.

Zelda feels a shiver run through her spine, "Darling..."

"Don't darling me," you snap in a hiss, "I'm done with this conversation," you turn around towards the door, feeling the need to unwind a bit, "I'll sit on the porch for a while," you whisper to them.

Zelda's words suddenly echo in your mind, making you feel more guilty than ever. Maybe she was right, when she said you were selfish. It burned you more than you'd like to admit. Were you really that bad when all you wanted was to find the truth about your biological parents?

Cordelia swallows thickly. Reluctantly, she accepts your need of space, "If you need us..."

"I know, thanks Dee," you answer softly, and she winces at the sight of the little tears in your eyes.

Zelda comes to stand next the two of you. Before you can lean, her hand cups your cheek, and you let her, leaning into her touch, suddenly craving for it. "Celeste, I...", she tries, but you quickly hush her, "I know," her eyes speak louder than her voice, sometimes.

Zelda hums silently and lets a few tears run down her cheeks, freely. You lean further to place a chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth. A watery smile is what follows on her face.

"I won't do anything without you two present, so no worries."

"How comforting," the redhead mutters sarcastically, causing both you and Cordelia to chuckle.

You take a couple of steps backwards, then turn around and exit the room. The relic still in your hands, however, you meant it. You wouldn't use it without them.

Cordelia turns around to meet Zelda's gaze. She reaches out to cling to her cheetah blouse, burying her face in her chest. Zelda's hands wrap around the Supreme's waist, then buries her nose in her golden locks, to inhale her sweet scent.

"What did I do to deserve you two in my life?" she later wonders out loud, briefly rolling her eyes.

Cordelia's response is a quiet chuckle, "I could ask myself the same thing," she responds, snuggling in Zelda's embrace.

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A/n: alright so for the record, I changed the story of Saint Lucia to make it better adapt to my story. I apologize if there are some mistakes here and there, I couldn’t bring myself to reread because I was too eager to click the ‘publish’ button 🙌🏻

How many like me? Hope you’re enjoying the ride 😌

What do you think it will happen?

What’s your guess?

xoxo

#american horror story #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson #cordelia goode #cordelia goode x reader #wlw #zelda spellman x reader #zelda spellman x cordelia goode #miranda otto x reader #caos #chilling adventures of sabrina

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ultimate-character-design · 6 months ago

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The Ultimate Character Design Tournament

Please remember to vote for characters solely based on their design, rather than which character you are more familiar with or like more!

Designs and propaganda under the cut!

*Spoiler warning for: Quina Quen

Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, and Michelangelo | Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2018

This is the only iteration where they are different species of turtle and it actually affects them as characters. The most obvious and really cool one is that Donnie is a soft shell turtle. He has made tech shells that he wears over his soft shell that have gadgets in them and they're also used as protection. It's a really cool way of showing his character.

Raph is a snapper turtle which are known for being aggressive which goes well with his most famous character attribute of having anger issues.

Leo is a red eared slider and is the only one with natural face markings which makes him stand out which goes with his personality.

Mikey is an ornate box turtle which goes with his interest in art and fancy cuisine. He's also got stickers that he has stuck to his shell which is another sign of his personality.

The fact that they're all different species is just really cool. It makes them stand out more from each other and fits their personalities. It also feeds more into the found family trope that is essential to tmnt.

Hermes | Hades

Very cool rendition of one of the Greek Gods. Also, I want his scarf.

Zhao Yunlan | Guardian

you look at a picture of him and it is glaringly obvious that he is a disaster bisexual detective who works on mysterious cases (in the book it's ghosts and in the show it's superpowered aliens). like his design is just so well suited for his character. from the first look you get of him you get an idea what he's all about and it's right

Sans | Undertale

Jack Box | Jack in the Box

He's so sexy

Paris | The Dummy’s Dummy

Lancer | Deltarune

Bruno Bucciarati | Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

character design so good it changed the course of my life (made me watch the show.) described by the magaka as. and I quote. "a feminine silhouette that exudes eroticism." do with that as you will. I am just a simple man n I like his tits and little lace bra situation

Quina Quen | Final Fantasy 9

"Why you care about small things?... World only have two things: Things you can eat and things you no can eat." - Quina Look how round! They're a humanoid frog species called the Qu. Frog chef! Who doesn't love a good frog chef? And they are canonly genderless! They are really imaginative and curious about different things to eat. They are also meant for more comedic relief, but they are tied in the heavy story elements as well.

*Spoiler Alert*

They're a blue mage (in final fantasy this means that they absorb enemy powers to learn enemy magic). They're growth as a playable character comes from the gourmand eating enemies (and feral frogs) They just eat or cook them to absorb magic abilities! They're whole arc involves them being a better mage and cook in order to make their master proud.

Midna | Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess

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pelicanpig · 3 months ago

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10 First Lines Challenge

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

Thanks @mistresslrigtar for giving me a chance to play!

1. The Faron Airways app on Tetra’s phone pings with a notification the same moment the speakers overhead crackle to life. (Like the Ancient Stories)

2. Dear Diary, My name is Zelda, and I was once the princess of a powerful kingdom called Hyrule; however, so much has changed that, these days, I would say I am not much of a princess at all. (Seeds for her Future)

3. They land near Lon Lon Ranch just in time for some big festival. (The Reasons we are Heroes) (LU)

4. Midday sun beat relentlessly down on Castle Town. (On My Honor) (Pelican's Zelda AU)

5. Wispy white clouds looked like the spilled stuffing of a pillow spread across the brilliant blue sky. (Nobody and No Body)

6. Time stepped from the crisp morning air of an unknown Hyrule straight into the sweltering humidity of a forest. (A Glitch in Time) (LU)

7. The cuccos are loose when Malon returns from her trip into Castle Town. (Feast and Family) (LU)

8. Link pushed the door of the farmhouse open and was instantly greeted with chaos. (This Old Man, He Played Nine) (LU (with art!))

9. Link blinked awake to a brilliant azure sky. (Hello, Hello Again) (Loosely LU)

10. He is just a simple merchant - a salesman, if you will - who walks a path lost to time. (Drabble Drabble Drop) (Linktober Day 1)

I guess the theme is skies, maybe? Which tracks because I love the sky 🌌 anyway, I don't know who to tag 😬 uh, so if you see it and you want to play, go for it 🤷🏼‍♀️

#pelican writes #pelican plays tag #loz fanfic

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tia-amorosa · 7 months ago

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Sunset Died - Pauline

Pauline found it difficult to pack her backpack. But she knows that she is the one who got herself into this situation. Even if unintentionally. Pregnant, alone and with only a handful of luggage. "Morgana said if I had problems, I could come to her...but I don't think there would be room for me there. Hh, where else can I go?".

It felt like there was no end to the day. She visited Morgana and told her everything. But unfortunately she couldn't give her shelter, it would have been too cramped with one more person. So she would have to continue her search… She was tired and hungry… And surprised. "Zelda, is that you?".

"Pauline? Hey, long time no see...". Pauline was very surprised. "What's happened, are you living here now?"/ "Oh, don't ask. Yes, hn, and tomorrow I'm sure I'll have the sore muscles of my life. You wouldn't believe how much I've done here in the last two days. And all the things I've found... Wait... Oh man, finally finished, another secure line, great".

Pauline put down her backsack. "Actually, there's a simple explanation for this. It could have been so nice with Gobias, but I didn't get on with Susan at all. And you're not just walking around with a backsack and a depressed look on your face for no reason, are you?"/ "Oh Zelda, I…"/ "ooh, someone's hungry… come in, I'll make us something to eat and then you can tell me what's going on"

"You really did all that on your own? There was almost nothing here but a ruin"/ "Yes, but only almost… Hey, but don't expect a luxury apartment inside, okay?"/ "I don't care what it looks like inside, the main thing is that I can sit down first, my legs hurt…"/ "hey, you're not 60 yet…"/ "No… Not that".

Pauline quickly noticed that it was pleasantly warm inside the house. There was an old rusty fireplace in the room, but it wasn't broken and it smelled pleasantly of the wood that was slowly burning. "So, be honest"/ "a bit shabby, but clean..."/ "I like shabby, but still chic, shabby chic, hnhn. Is salad okay for now?"/ "h-hh, mhm".

Pauline would have preferred to eat something really good again, but at the moment she didn't really care what was on her plate, she was really hungry. "Where did you get these pretty figures?"/ "Found them... As I said, I've found a few things recently. ".

While Zelda prepared the food, Pauline looked at the little figures in silence. She knew that Zelda loved kitschy things, playful things. And she had to smile... "So, what happened, sweetie? Stress with Xander? You're together, I heard?"/ "Yeah, n-no... I was... With him and... With Hank..."/ "With both?? Oh, wow, Pauline, hnhn".

"it's actually not funny at all, you know? I…I thought it might work, but instead I lied to myself and hurt them both"/ "hmm, well, they're men, they'll get over it"/ "surely not so fast, because…one of them is going to be a dad"/ "oh, congratulations, then…ouch! Wait… Are YOU pregnant??"…

"mhm… Yes, I am… And…". Zelda dropped the knife on the chopping board. Then she turned to her and squealed with delight. "I can't believe it, Pauline, you're really having a baby?". Pauline had to smile a little at her reaction. "Yes, but please don't make a big deal out of it, okay? I…"/ "h-h, oh man, oh man, that's really unbelievable sorry, but I… I'm just happy for you… Aren't you happy?". Pauline shrugged her shoulders a little.

Zelda only had to look at her face to realize that something more must have happened. Pauline's eyes filled with tears. "oh… Come here, hm. You don't know which of them is the father of your baby"/ "I have a suspicions, but I don't really know, no. And Xander, he… He kicked me out"/ "What? Oh man."

Pauline slowly pulled away from the hug "He was really mad, Zelda. I betrayed him and now this… I'm really bad, aren't I?"/ "Oh, no, you're not bad, just… Just always very quickly very much in love. But I know how you feel, o.k.? Hey, if you want, you can stay here for a while, all right? And… for your current state, I'll even offer you my bed, I've still got a sleeping bag"/"h-hh, Oh you… Thanks"/"not for that… Oh man, a bahaaby!".

After the salad was ready, they both took a plate and sat down at the table. Zelda could tell that it really wasn't easy for her at the moment. "But you… You want to keep the baby, don't you?". Pauline looked at her and smiled. "Sure… it's not it's fault. I didn't want children before… But now that I know it already exists… I like the thought. But… I'll be alone with him…or her"/ "oh no, you've got me, I'm the cool Auntie Zelda".

Pauline had to smile a little again. Zelda is indeed a good aunt, at least to her nephew and niece. She is very sorry that she no longer lives under the same roof as them. But luckily they can still visit each other. "the salad is really good, thank you"/ "there'll be meat soon, I've been practicing hunting with VJ"/ "Oh, really?".

"Mhm. there are some wild animals that have come back… We've already made a plan, nobody shoots more than one animal a week and we have to watch out for the season, when they have their young etc…."/ "I know my 'young' certainly won't be hunted. Don't you have a sink?"/ "I have to plug it in first, sorry, but there's a pump with a bucket outside".

Pauline went outside to wash the dishes. "oh man, that's really primitive... But also kind of funny. She did everything by herself... and what can I do? Drive men crazy, drive myself crazy... I hope I don't have a crazy baby".

"and I can really sleep in your bed? I don't want to be a burden on you, Zelda"/ "you have the more difficult circumstances, and I have enough space. don't worry about it, okay?"/ "mhm. Let's go to sleep then, baby... I'm so tired".

The first night alone, well, not quite. After all, Pauline now has a baby under her heart and she can stay with her friend for a while. They've known each other for a while, and they also have something in common. Both are half-Asian. And they certainly have common interests. We'll see how things go from here.

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