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legendofmorons · 2 months ago

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To build a family (1/?)

Hi, this is about 7k words where Myrah comes in and reminds her boys what safety is. Time gets a hug, Warriors gets some sympathy, and Wind gets some encouragement.

Rating: T

Summary: Wild brings the chain to meet his best friend, but oddly enough, he isn't the only one who knows Myrah.

Warnings: Hylia salt, cursing

Other: If I missed anything, let me know. While I'll definitely post more, don't expect frequent updates.

"You seem excited to see whoever is here." Warriors smirks at Wild.

Wild just grins. "She's the best.

The group stands behind Wild, assembled before a two story house painted pastel orange.

The door is dark wood, the gerudo symbol carved into the door with flowers around it.

There's flower beds by the door and a little fenced off garden to the side. The flowers that grow are daffodils, violets, and poppies.

"Oh really?" Wind grins, "I think Tetra might be better.

Wild laughs, "Whatever you say."

The champion knocks on the door heavily, as if the wood has inconvenienced him personally. He's practically bouncing on his toes.

Shuffling can be heard inside.

There's the sound of someone muttering, too.

The door opens to a gerudo woman of a little more than seven feet. She has her hair tied back in a bandanna that's the same cornflower blue of Wild's shirt.

Warriors, Wind, and Time all choke on a gasp. The trio can't look away from the woman.

"Myr!" Wild grins up at her as he opens his arms up for her.

The woman gasps, scooping Wild into a hug, pressing their foreheads together.

She stands there a moment, just holding the champion.

"Link, you're back." She breathes out revrently. She sounds so relieved.

She holds the man in her arms like he's precious, supporting him easily as she soaks in his presence. Her shoulders loosen as she breathes.

"I'm back." Wild agrees as he melts into her hold.

He presses his forehead against hers a little harder for a moment.

She smiles softly, pulling away from him to press a kiss to his forehead. "You're such an asshole, I was so worried!"

Wild laughs. "I'm sorry!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you are." Myrah says as she sets him down. She flicks his forehead playfully, "If you don't stop scaring me, I'm going to have to hide all your goron spice, Trouble."

Wild laughs as the nickname sinks into his heart and proves he's home. Then he smiles, grabbing her hand when it flicks him. He's beaming up at her. "I brought friends."

"Well, if they're friends of yours, I'm sure -" Myrah starts, raising her gaze to look at the group of men but falling silent as her eyes widen.

Her mouth opens, and then closes. She looks at a genuine loss for words.

Wild frowns, following her gaze to see Warriors and Wind. The two heroes look equally shocked.

Time stands behind the two, both of his eyes open for once.

She makes a punched out sound somewhere between shock and grief.

Wild turns back to Myrah. He frowns, tugging at her hand, "Myrah?"

Myrah blinks, then looks at him. She swallows. "I- Link, do you know who they are?"

"Yes. . . Do - you?" Wild asks with flitting eyes.

"I- yes. Yes, of course I know them." Myrah says softly, looking back to Warriors and Wind.

"You do?"

"Yes." Myrah says. She smiles softer as she wipes her hands on her trousers.

"You cut your hair." Wind says finally, voice breaking whatever spell is on Myrah.

"You got taller." She laughs wetly, "You've been eating vegetables then?"

Wind laughs carelessly, running forwards and jumping at her with his arms out. "Enough with the vegetables!"

Myrah catches the teen in a hug as if she's done this before many times. She's laughing again as she holds the youngest close. Her hand rubs the teens back a little, brushing up and down lazily.

"How's your family, sea pup?"

"They're okay. Granny loved that bass skewer you taught me, and Aryll will be so jealous." Wind declares as he hugs her.

She grins at him, eyes warm. "I'll have to let you raid my collection, won't I?"

The teen gasps, legs kicking in excitement. "Yes!"

She sets him down before ruffling his curls. "It's good to see you again, sailor."

"It's good to see you, princess." He shoots back easily.

She snorts, flicking his nose lightly. "Not a princess."

"Whatever you say." Wind grins up at her.

The teen can't help the way he bounces. He's missed her, and now she's here!

She gives a soft, indulgent smile to the boy, something like smore's when the campfire sings.

She looks to Warriors next, cataloging the eye bags and the too pale skin. She gives a smile to him, opening her arms, "You aren't going to say hello, Cap?"

Warriors scoffs, but he does walk over. He stands with his shoulders set and his chin high until he steps into her arms.

Myrah pulls the captain into a hug, bending down to one knee. She sets a hand on his back, rubbing it as the other cradles the back of his head.

"Hello, captain."

"Myrah." Warriors says as he wraps his arms around her. "You look- good."

She snorts, "Thanks."

He clutches her tighter, melting into her as he shakes. "It's good to see you."

She returns the tighter hold, a steady presence as she lets the captain rest. She holds him up, just as he knows she will.

She still smells like cloves and sun, just like she always has. The smell of his friend settles something in his heart that he hasn't recognize as out of place until now.

"It's good to see you, Cap. You don't know how long I've spent wondering what you've been up to."

Her voice sounds wistful in ways someone who looks twenty-one at most shouldn't.

The captain laughs as he blinks away tears. "I've been a hero, princess."

"Hero." She says softer, bitter really. "And when will you get rest?"

"When it's deemed."

"Wrong." Myrah says as she leans back, letting him go. She sets him with a look she perfected decades ago, "You will get rest tonight."

"Myrah-" Warriors says with wide eyes.

"Ah, none of that. You're all staying with me tonight. I'll feed you, and you'll sleep." She informs in a tone that makes it clear she won't tolerate his lack of rest.

Warriors laughs, letting his head fall against her collar bone. "Bossy."

"So I've heard." She smiles, rubbing his back again in little circles. Her hand is a familiar weight on him, a reassurance he's sorely missed.

Warriors snorts as he steps back, straightening up again. "Seriously, it's good to see you."

"It's good to see you too."

"Wait- how do you know them?" Wild asks as he looks between the three.

Myrah looks to him, fondness all but dripping off her. "I fought in the war of eras with them. It's- not something I talk about often... It's been a very long time for me."

"You look the same, though?" Wind frowns.

"That's the magic." Myrah says with awkward finger guns that she only pulls out when she's glossing over things. "I'll tell you about it later if you like, Link. But basically, I got pulled into a different time to help out."

"Okay." Wild says, looking a little confused.

But really, Myrah has done so much. Why wouldn't she have met past heroes?

Either way, Wild knows her. He trusts her even if she isn't saying everything just yet.

Myrah stands back up, looking over the group.

She notes the man with the pelt, the pink haired man, the man with the master sword, the shortest, and the man with brown curls.

Her gaze stops on the tall, bulky, armored man with the firece deity markings on half his face and only one eye open. She can't place him, but she knows the markings.

She feels a deep empathy at the markings. How many times would you have to use the mask to be marked so?

Who is he?

She remembers wearing the mask herself, how overwhelming it gets. How terrifying coming back is.

She remembers watching the boys with it, too...

The man shifts a little, side to side just barely. Were she not used to watching for such things, she would have missed it.

She knows that slight shift, though. A nervous tick from the boy with the too big sword and a mask.

That's her boy right there under all the armor and age. That's the boy she bundled up in her cloak on cold nights while she sang.

That's the boy with too many years in his eyes but a smile like the moon.

"Seedling?" Myrah croaks in a shaking voice.

The man - the boy she once called Mask and Seedling - nods weakly.

He stands older than she remembers, taller and bulkier with the new face markings. He has one less eye he uses.

He's - alive though.

He's here now, against all odds he is here.

His gaze is haunted in ways she recognizes and ways she dosen’t.

Myrah walks past the others and right to him. She moves with a far away kind of purpose.

She stops before him, searching his form for injury.

She sets both hands on his shoulders, looking at him with the same soft look she always gives him. "You're so big now, kiventa."

"You- you're here." The man croaks with a voice that dosen’t match his build. He sounds small again.

He feels small again, having to look up at someone is- uncommon these days.

Looking up at her is familiar though, a pillar of his second childhood stands here near unchanged. (And yet changed irrevocably in ways he can only guess.)

She smiles soft and cracking. "I am so, so, so proud of you, Link."

The man swallows hard, blinking back tears. He shouldn't be so affected by this

But her eyes echo his, older than she looks.

"Thank you."

Myrah pulls him into a tight hug, resting her chin atop his hair. She presses him in close, wrapping him up in her arms and presence.

She tucks his form into her own, enveloping him effortlessly.

Oh.

Time- Time has missed the feeling of being held by someone bigger than him. The sense of security that comes from being held by someone bigger and stronger than you but kind to you anyway.

"I missed you, Seedling."

"I don't think you can call me that anymore."

"Hm, no, you're too tall." She agrees.

"I'm older, too."

"I'm sure I'm still older than you, Sapling."

"Really?" He laughs, hugging her tighter.

"Would you prefer menace? Holy terror? Perhaps I could call you little rascal." Her voice is still weak but there is affection dripping from her words.

Time laughs again, stepping out of her hold and looking up at her. "It's been a long time, Myrah."

"It really has been. You'll have to catch me up. All three of you will."

"I think we can do that." Time says.

Myrah nods softly. "Good."

"You said you're going to feed us?"

"Yes, of course. Do you have a request?"

"Can you make that radish stew?" Time asks with a hopeful shine in his eye.

"Of course I can." Myrah says, ruffling the man's hair as if he were still as he once was. As if he dosen’t look old enough to possibly have a child the age he was physically when they met.

She ruffles his hair as if no time has passed.

"Thank you." He says, leaning into the touch.

She nods, "Any time."

Myrah makes her way back to Wild before she sinks to stand on her knees and gather the champion into a hug. She holds him close and presses their foreheads together again. "I'm so glad you're safe. I'm glad you're traveling with th. They're good boys."

"I- know." Wild says. "I know they are."

She hums once. "Thank you, for bringing my boys back to me."

"I- you're welcome?"

She smiles softly, pressing a kiss to Wild's forehead. "I'm so glad you're safe, Link."

"I am too."

"Why don't you take your friends to Cotera? I'll start dinner."

"Okay." Wild says, hesitating.

He looks between Myrah and the others. The idea of leaving her side so soon is... not his favorite, but they could all use some healing

"I could help." Warriors offers quickly.

"If you like." Myrah says. "When you're done at the fountain you come on back . You can bathe. Or rest."

Wild nods. "Okay."

Myrah hums, sending Wild and the group off before leading Warriorrs inside.

Warrior looks around the hou, e finding dark wood floors and furniture with sunshine yellow walls.

There's a wall of portraits and pictures, some of which Wild is in some of which are people he dosen’t recognize and some of which are just landscapes.

The home smells like cloves, citrus, and campfires.

The couch and love seat are dark wood with olive upholstery.

"Your house is lovely." Warriors says as he follows her in.

"Thank you, I built it." She says, going to the left towards the kitchen.

"You did?"

"Yes." She says easily, pulling radishes from a cupboard with other root vegetables. "Callie, Astra, Ben, and Arie finally convinced me about fifty years ago."

"Fifty- Myrah you're only nineteen. Twenty tops."

Myrah turns, smiling. "I'm a hundred twenty-two next month."

"You haven't aged a day since I last saw you." He says as he raises ome brow.

"I haven't aged a day since I magically tied my ag Linnk."

"Your Link was... dead."

"He was. Then he woke up and kicked ass last year."

"Last year- watt Wild is your Link?"

"You call him Wild?" She asks with a smile, "That's amazing."

"You- I have so many questions."

"Wash vegetables, and I'll answer."

"Wild was dead?"

"Yes. He dosen’t like to talk about it."

"You're really a hundred twenty-two?"

"Next month."

"How?"

"I was... not okay after... everything that happened. In my grief, I tied my age to Wild's. They said he'd come back, and I was so scared I'd be forty, and my best friend would still be seventeen."

"Oh... Myrah- That's - "

"It wasn't the smartest move. But... I got to watch the people I love have families, and I got to watch out for my nieces, nephews, and cousins."

"I'm sorry. Living that long..." He trails off. The very idea of it seems foreign and cruel.

"I'm not. I was able to be here to help Wild. I was able to be his friend, I never expected him to be the hero before being himself."

"I know. You were the same with us." Warriors breathes out with a warmth he hasn't felt in a while.

The weight if his title never feels as heavy when he's beside her.

"I promised myself I'd make sure you three lived through the war, you know." She says with a far away look.

"I- I'm not surprised." Warriors admits trying to ignore the bittersweet ache of his heart.

"Mask is so big." Shs breathes out after a moment. Some sort of pride in her tone.

"He's still evil."

She laughs, throwing her head back with the sound. "I bet he is. Little shit hid my shoelaces every morning for a week!"

"Oh my Goddess, and then he went and got Proxi to help him move all the tables an inch to the left!" Warriors commiserate.

"Remember when you had to bathe him in the fiuntain?"

"Ugh, don't remind me." Warriors groans.

"You know I had to dunk him in a river a few times after one battle. Where did Sailor even get all those birds?"

"I don't know." Warriors sighs.

Myrah shrugs, "Not the most birds I've seen set on the enemy bur strange."

"Not the most - explain."

"Hm- oh well, Link, Callie, Arie, and I were protesting our bedtime, and we set all the neighborhood birds on the adults. Needless to say... we weren't successful." Myrah laughs.

Warriors groans, setting down the washed vegetables. "Oh Golden Three... You and Wild are a nightmare on the battlefield, aren't you?"

Myrah gives a sharp smile. "Deadly."

"You're a nightmare, you know that?"

"I know." She smiles.

They cook, catching up a little and reminiscing some too. They move around each other easily.

Myrah tells him about Riju, Teba, and Tulin while Warriors tells her about Linkle and the chain.

By the time Wild brings the others back in the soup in on the fire.

Wild sides up to her easily, leaning into her side. "Hey, Myr."

"Hello, Trouble." She smiles, pulling him close.

"The radish stew?"

"Sapling asked so nicely."

"It's good." Wild smiles up at her. "I miss your food. It's never the same when I make it."

She sighs fondly, "Well then it's good I'm cooking tonight, hm?"

"Very."

"Go on, I'll be there in a minute and you can introduce me to the others."

Wild goes off to the living room.

"You're close." Warriors says.

Myrah smiles soft and warm. "We are."

"You deserve someone like him, who makes you happy."

"You deserve that too, if you want it." She says, eyes warm and honey gold as she speaks. "You're one of the best men I know, Captain."

"Sap." He accuses.

She smiles, shaking her head before she goes to her living room.

Introductions are easy, Myrah knows about half of them anyway. She's just happy to meet the people taking care of Link... and her boys.

Oh, it's strange to think her boys are all here.

It's nice.

She's missed them.

Myrah is easily dragged into letting Wind point at things on the picture wall to demand stories. She's got so many stories.

She tells them about Urbosa and how her avanta used to braid her hair.

She tells them about the story behind Wild and a crash while shield surfing.

"Who's this?" Wind asks, pointing to a faded picture of Revali.

"That is my ex fiance." Myrah says, "Revali, the rito champion and pilot of Vah Medoh."

"Oh, that's Revali?" Wind asks.

The teen knows a little about the rito champion. He knows he was an archer of sorts.

"Yes. He was quite the personality." She says fondly.

Wild snorts and rolls his eyes. "He was a jerk."

"He was my jerk." Myrah shrugs easily, nudging her friend.

Wild just sticks his tounge out at her earning a gentle flick to the ear.

"Who's that?" Wind asks as he points to a picture with a young hylian couple.

"Those are Lucy and Ben, my niece and nephew. They're much older now." Myrah waves off playfully, "We can't all age like Purah."

Wild laughs, leaning against Twilight.

Wind gasps as he comes to an old picture, one faded with age and kept in a corner.

"You still have this?" The teen asks.

Myrah furrows her brows, standing to come look.

The picture is one Wind took, during the war of eras.

In it Myrah has Wind and a much younger Time on her shoulders while Warriors is in front of her. They all smile up at the pictobox Wind is using to take the picture.

That day had been one of the better days, a major victory with dew injuries to their little group.

"Of course I do." Myrah smiles softer.

She traces the photo with her finger gently.

"It looks - so old. Myrah... what happened?"

"Time passed." She shrugs half heartedly. "Decades. I've always been a bit sentimental, though... How could I get rid of that picture? It's my boys, happy and safe."

"Your boys?" Wind asks.

She smiles softer, saffer, "Of course. I always thought of you as family. I've missed you everyday, sailor."

"Sap!" Wind laughs, as if he dosen’t have misty eyes.

He ignores the way he wants to preen.

"You just saw my picture wall, I think everyone knows I'm a sap." Myrah laughs as she ruffles the boy's hair.

"You really are, princess." Warriors calls from the floor where he eats the stew.

"Again, not a princess." She sighs, sounding as if she knows it won't make a difference but that it is still part of some script.

"Sure." Time says. "Just the chief to be."

"No, I- please don't remind me." Myrah groans.

"Aw, Myr, it's okay." Wild grins, "You're always going to be my giant gremlin."

"Thank you." Myrah says as she flashes him a smile.

"Wait." Warriors says, "Wait just a second!"

"What?" Hyrule asks.

"You!" Warriors snaps as he points to Wild with a glare.

A realization has crept up on the captain's and he now has quite the bone to pick.

"Me?"

"You!" Wind gasps, pointing to the champion in realization.

"What?"

"You're Myrah's Link! You broke her heart! Do you know how broken her heart was when we met?!" Warriors demands.

The captain pushes to his feet, glaring. He crosses his arms darklym

"Woah- Hey, Wars, it's not important." Myrah cuts in.

"Yes it is!" Wind protests.

"Boys." Myrah warns in the same voice she uses for Riju.

"No, Myrah stop." Wind huffs. "Wild broke your heart!"

"That's not his fault. No one is responsible for my heart bur me." She says.

"She has a point." Time says, as if he didn't spend hours planning revenge for whoever upset his small family back then.

"I- Myrah when did you meet them?" Wild asks finally. The real question is only obvious to her.

It's not when, but at what age.

At what point in her grief did she find herself torn from home?

How old was she when she met the boys with the too big destiny?

"I was twenty... about a year after - everything." She says while she looks at the floor, then she gives a soft laugh. "I found another boy turned soilder with a too big destiny and too many critics. What was I supposed to do, leave?"

"Myrah..." Warriors swallows.

"Then Mask showed up, and Sailor. They were terrors in battle." She sounds so fond it hurts.

"You say that like you weren't a terror yoursel. Two swords and a vicious laugh." Time says fondly.

"Two?" Wild echoes.

"I wasn't doing well. Stopped carrying shields and started dual wielding." Myrah shrugs. "You wouldn't believe how many eyes I draw with two scimitars and a grudge."

"Hylia." Wild breathes out, awe in his voice.

The image that comes to mind is quite the sight. He's seen her tear through enemies with nothing but her spite and a broom.

"Ha! If I drew her eyes, she'd have stepped up and helped." Myrah scoffs bitterly. "Hylia- how many days did I spend begged her for help?"

"Hylia isn't cruel." Sky cuts in.

Myrah turns her gaze to him, a startling coldness in her eyes. She's got no love lost on the goddess. "She has favorites, and I have never seen her aid them. You didn't watch the sword ruin lives."

"You leave the sword-"

"Fi is not the problem. Hylia is fickle and she tore my family piece by piece until I was left putting two girls back together in my own grief."

"That's not-..." Sky starts but he falls silent.

"I watched Zelda beg and cry and bleed for her blessing. I watched children fight her wars. Ask Fi how she feels about things today. Not the sword on your back, the one in the ground."

"You speak as if you know her."

"Don't I?" Myrah challenges.

Wild sighs, "Myr please. Hylia is a touchy subject-"

"Din's tits, Wild, you aren't defending her, are you?"

The expletive has a good majority of the room choking on their spit

Wind and Legend are amused though, the firmer laughing while the latter snorts.

"I- you can't talk that way." Four croaks.

"I can talk how I please." Myrah crosses her arms. "This is my house, and if one of the goddesses had a problem with me, I'd be dead."

"Oh, for the love of- We are not getting into this." Warriors sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

Myrah let's our a slow sigh, forcing tension from her shoulder. "Fine. I'm going to check on Impa. Wild, why don't you show your friends around the house and figure out sleeping?"

"I'll come." Time says. "If you don't mind."

Myrah softens and warms again quickly. All the ice around Hylia melts. "Of course you can, sapling."

"I'm older than you." Time huffs.

"No, you aren't." Warriors calls.

"She's twenty!"

"Hundred and twenty-two next month, try again sapling."

"You're going to call me that forever." He bemoans.

"No. One day, I will call you Little Oak." Myrah says fondly.

Time follows Myrah out, and he can't help but watch her. She looks unchanged, but her eyes carry the same, knowing weight his own bear.

Why did she have to end up like him? Older than her body?

They go to see Impa, and Time is left wondering if Myrah is older still than she said. How has she counted?

Instead, Myrah asks about his life and his marriage. She congratulates him

She steps seamlessly back into her old role despite the years.

When Time asks her about things, she answers, but she's just as quick to tease him about Malon.

"So... Wild?" Time asks. "Really?"

She smiles softly. "He's my best friend."

"I just... if I'd known you were waiting for him... we'd have come here last time we were in his world."

"There's no rush. You all have your duty."

"If I recall, you don't like our duty.

"Like it or not, it exists." Myrah says. "My outrage at all the children forced to bear it dosen’t change things."

"How... many heroes have you known, Myrah?"

"Fated heroes? Four. Each of them with a too big destiny and growing pains."

"Oh."

"We should go to the lost woods." Myrah says. "I think you deserve to -"

"The lost woods?"

"Yes. The Great Deku tree is there... You deserve to see him again."

"You- know where he is?"

"Of course. He watches over the master sword. He's a wise being. Tired."

"Oh. Myhrah... what do you know? How much do you carry?"

"That's not for you to worry over, Sapling." She says easily, the deflection nothing but reflex.

"You know too much... don't you?"

"I... know more than many and less than some." She answers softer.

She looks up at the sky then, "I have buried too many, learned too much... but you understand that, don't you?"

"I... do."

"You all walk a path that no one can follow. Try as I have - stubborn as I am... Having walked more of this path than any non hero... I still can't save any of you."

"That you would try is more than enough." He says, setting a hand on her shoulder.

Myrah laughs, wet and shaking. She turns to him with haunted eyes. "How could I not?"

"You... Oh Myrah..."

"Don't mourn me, Sapling. I am still alive." She chides. "Let's get you back. I still need to chat with Cotera. Did you speak to her?"

"Yes. She's nice. Lively."

"She's been a Goddess send." Myrah says softer. "She's a friend these days."

"So she said." Time smiles.

"You grew up so well, little one."

"Must be all the vegetables." Time snickers.

She laughs again, shaking her head. "Maybe it's Malon. There's a lot to be said for being loved and how it can nourish."

"You'd love her."

"I already do." Myrah promises gently, hip checking the man playfully.

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Morning comes with the smell of cooking breakfast.

Warriors wakes up to the sound of a voice singing. He hasn't her the voice in a good two years, but it's nice.

He wanders out of the guest room he shares with Wind and Time to go find Myrah.

He finds her in the kitchen, singing a song he taught her.

Her voice is the same warmth of home it has always been. How she can feel like home the moment they met and be so vicious in battle he dosen’t know.

He's grateful though.

"Morning." The captain says as he steps into the kitchen.

She turns. "Morning, Cap."

"No Wild?"

"Hes still sleeping. He needs it."

"He does. How'd you get him to sleep?"

"I stayed with him. He knows he's safe here."

"With you."

"Both. My home is rather difficult to find if you don't know where to look."

"Wild dies."

"You do too now." Myrah says.

"I'm sorry we have to take him again. . . Our fight isn't over." Warriors says.

He hates it.

He hates the idea of her losing her Link again. For... the umpteenth time.

He hates the idea of leaving her behind. Again.

He hates leaving the only person who seems to truly understand everything he's done.

"I know it isn't." Myrah says. "Don't apologize."

"But-"

"Oh! You think I'm not going to follow you." Myrah laughs as she wipes he dhands on a towel.

"You- what?"

"I'm coming with when you leave."

"Time said you could?"

"I didn't ask. I'm just coming with. Where my boys go, I'm following."

"Myrah it's dangerous!"

"Exactly! I'm not letting any of you go alone."

Warriors crosses his arms, staring the woman down as if he isn't much smaller. He stares her down like she isn't able to scruff him.

"Myrah, what do you think we're hunting? Do you think we can just take anyone with us?"

"I don't care what you're hunting, Wars. I don't care if you can take just any person. I'm coming with you."

"If you're only coming for Wild-"

"I am not." She cuts sharp and cold. "I am going because my boys are going. If it were only you, I would go. If it were only Time, I would go. I woukd follow just Wind."

"Wild is your-"

"Best friend, yes. But you are my brother, Warriors, wether you feel the same or not. You and Wind and Mask."

"Myrah-"

"I'm not done." Myrah says firmly. "You, Link, are my family and I am going to follow you as far as I can. Hero or destiny or whatever else be damned."

"You-" Warriors chokes.

His eyes tear up and he feels ridiculous.

The fact that Myrah is insistently on going because he's going- because any of them are is not surprising.

Warriors just... he's missed having someone so stubborn in caring for him as a person and not a hero.

Sure, the others care fir him but they don't- they aren't Myrah.

They aren't the woman who stayed up with him at the bar on bad nights.

They aren't the woman who supported his more vicious battle plans.

They aren't Myrah.

"I'm going, Warriors. And I'm going to sucker punch whatever you're chasing."

"Goddesses." Warriors laughs wetly.

The worst part is that he believes her. He knows she would absolutely sucker punch the shadow if given half a chance

Myrah softens immediately, pulling the man into a hug.

She's warm as she holds him. "I'll always come if you call, Wars. And I do mean you. I'll come for the others too, but if you call I'm there."

"You don't know how many times on this adventure I've wished to have you at our side. I got so used to having your aid back then..." Warriors laughs.

"Well, I'm here. You called, didn't you?"

"I wished."

"Same things."

"Sap."

"No, that's Sapling."

"Bossy."

She laughs, letting him go. "And a nag."

"A hag, maybe."

"I suppose." She smiles.

Warriors rolls his eyes. "What are ypu cooking?"

"Eggs. I'll make sure Wild stocks up on spice too. Oh- and that man is going to drink tea."

"Your mint tea?"

"Yes."

"It's a good tea."

"I'd tell Thea you say so but she's not around."

"Thea?"

"Alethea... My- aunt of sorts."

"Of sorts?"

"Later." Myrah waves off.

"Okay." Warriors says.

Myrah hums, "Sleep well?"

"I did."

"Good. You all need it."

"You're still a mother hen."

"Yes well... I-" She breaks into a sigh. "I'm good at it."

"Did you ever have children?" Warriors asks. "You're good with kids."

"Fuck no." Myrah snorts. "When would I have time?"

"Well... It'll be good to have you on our side."

"It'll be good to fight at your side. I've missed it." She says with a crooked grin.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I have. I missed softer moments with you guys more, but... I think you understand what it is to be raised for war."

"Don't I just."

Myrah smiles in that cracked way she's had as long as Warriors has known. Some sort of kinship weaves between them, both for the time they've spent together and the past they don't share.

Childhoods spent learning the art of war.

"Tea?" She offers.

"Only if it's that orange clove blend."

"Is there any other option for mornings we aren't hungover?"

"Only wrong ones."

She laughs again, far lighter than he remembers her being.

He supposes that makes sense. When they met it was during a war and she was still fresh in grief. She's had a long time to heal.

She sets about making tea for them both, pulling down mugs that have little engravings.

"Did you make these?"

Myrah smiles, shaking her head. "No. My nephew did. He had a way with clay."

"He did?"

"He made such beautiful pots. Unfortunately his daughter took after her grandmother and had some sort of grudge against pots."

"Oh?"

Myrah smiles. "It's a family trait."

"Do you hate pots?"

"No," she laughs, "At least not the way Arie and Lucy did."

"You should see Legend."

She laughs, setting the water to boil.

"Tell me, is a distaste for cucoos a triat if all heroes?"

"All but Twilight, Time, and Sky."

"Hm. I still think Wind setting all those birds lose was one if my favorite battle strategies."

Warriors breaks into laughter, shaking his head. "You always did encourage his chaos."

"Chaos is good sometimes." She shrugs.

"You're why Wild does weird shit, aren't you?"

"Actually that's all him."

"Of course."

Myrah sets about gathering more plates and mugs.

Warriors just watches.

"You still carry that flask?" Myrah asks.

Warriors groans. "I do want to hear about my problem-"

"I'm not judging you." Myrah cuts in, "I'm just asking because if you do I have something you might actually enjoy instead of that bitter rum."

"Oh."

"I'm not the person to chide you for that stuff, Wars. I'll watch out for you, back you up in bar fights, make you drink water too, bit I'm not going to lecture."

"I know." He says.

He does know. He knows because she's been at his side on his bad nights. He knows because when she tells him he's had enough there's no lecture.

He knows because when he gets hurt from it, she just picks him back up.

"Good."

"I... still have the flask."

"Well then, you'll have to try my nephew apple cinnamon moon shine." She offers.

"Is it good?"

"Yes. Safe enough too, won't make you blind."

"Good. Last think I need is a lecture cause I went blind."

"They worry."

"It doesn't make lectures fun."

"No. Bitter they care about you."

"Why can't they just accept it?!"

Myrah turns her gaze to him, the same look of hauning knowledge that Time has sits in her eyes. "Because it's hard to watch. Problems always seem easier to solve from the outside."

Warranty sighs heavily, leaning back against the counter. "When did you get so wise?"

"When I was suddenly the only one left truly fighting for hope and not survival."

"Damn."

She laughs, genuine amusement lacing the sound.

When the tea is ready Warriors takes it and finds it's just the way he likes, the perfect amount of sugar and cream.

"You remember how I take my tea?"

She just grins at him.

He smiles softly, something warm weaves through his ribs.

Myrah sips her own tea, turning back to making breakfast.

She starts on pancakes next, humming the same song Wild hums.

"Do you miss it?" Warriors asks.

She turns. "Miss what?"

"Fighting. You have a much calmer life here."

She laughs again. "Remind ne to tell you about my adventures later."

"Okay."

She moves around to grab some fruit too.

By the time breakfast is made and more tea has been steeped, the others are waking up.

Warriors sips his tea, watching as Legend stumbles in.

Myrah just passes the vet a mug and directs him to grab some food.

The others trickle in, Wind and Time both receiving an affectionate nickname and hair ruffle.

Wild comes in and is handed a pre-made plate and a mug of tea. He receives a soft look and extra fruit.

"So, ya know Time?" Twilight asks.

"I would hope so." Myrah says. "After everything, it'd be weird if I didn't."

"You love us." Wind says as he flicks a blueberry at the woman.

Myrah catches it before popping it in her mouth. "I'd about have to otherwise I'd have let you deal with Impa's lectures alone."

Warriors snorts. "You always bail them out."

"How could I ever leave my boys to get scolded?" Myrah gasps indignantly, "They were just babies!"

"I was not!" Wind protests.

"You still are, if I have a hundred years on you you're a baby."

"That makes everyone here a baby." Time says.

"Not me!" Wild grins as he holds his fork halfway up to his mouth.

"Not you." Myrah agrees, "But everyone else including Sapling."

Wind huffs, but he can't really be mad if Myrah is calling everyone babies including Time.

"Aw, chin up sailor, you're still a better fighter than most people I know."

"Of course I am!" The teen preens.

Warriors and Time share a look.

"I'm going to miss your food when we leave." Wild sighs, leaning against Myrah.

Warriors laughs, having already had this situation on his own end.

"You won't share cooking duties with me?" Myrah asks.

"Share- you aren't coming with us. Why would he need to ahare?" Hyrule frowns.

Time sighs heavily, something thick in his heart. "Myrah-"

"You're coming with us?!" Wind demands with a gasp.

Myrah just nods, taking another bite of food as if she just commented on the weather instead of signing up for yet another super dangerous adventure.

Time would like to shake her and her stubborn loyalty. She dosen’t have to get wrapped up in this!

"No." Wild says. "No you aren't."

"I am." Myrah says simply.

"You have people here, a life, you don't have to come." Wild says, setting aside his plate to fully turn.

"You have a life and people here too."

"Myrah!" Wild hisses, jabbing her arm. "You can't seriously think this is a good plan."

Myrah just stares down at him. "Do you actually think I would let any of you go alone?"

"Yes! It's not your job to save us!" Wild snaps. "Time tell her she isn't coming."

"Myrah," Time starts only to fall silent when her gaze is leveled at him.

She stares the old man down with the look all good oarents have, a silent dare to continue. Her gaze holds no anger, only disappointment and challenge.

"Time!" Wild groans.

"I'm coming with you, Wild. You know I'm not letting any of my boys go on some quest like this alone." She says.

"Fuck yeah!" Wind grins, giving a fist pump. "You're going to let me jump off you right?"

Warriors groans, "We don't use teammates like equipment."

Myrah opens her mouth but falls silent at the look Warriors sends her.

"We don't throw teammates like Frisbees." The captain says with a soul deep exhaustion.

"You, my good sir, are no fun." Myrah huffs with an eye roll.

"Yeah, Wars, lighten up." Wind says.

"If I knew your full name, I'd full name you right now, Myrah. Don't encourage them." Warriors hisses.

"Yeah, Myrah Audrey Kanashva, don't encourage us." Wild croons with a grin.

"Wow, just giving my name out, are we? I see how it is Link Fletcher Ward." She shoots back immediately.

"Your middle name is Fletcher?" Sky asks.

Wild shrugs, "Apparently."

"You say that like you aren't sure." Four frowns.

"Myrah probably knows my full name."

"That's- not something we're unpacking now." Time says.

"No, back up, how do you not know your name?" Wind blinks.

"It- didn't come up?" Wild offers.

Warranty just sighs.

"What do you mean it didn't come up?" Four gapes.

"When you're saving the world there's not time for that." Myrah waves off.

"Why do you know Myrah's full name but not your own?" Hyrule asks.

Wild shrugs.

"This just means I can full name your ass." Warriors says.

"I can scruff everyone here." Myrah fires back.

"Really? This again?" Time sighs.

"What can I say, it's the cat in me." Myrah grins sharply.

"Got that deer in me." Wild says.

"I don't like those implications." Twilight glares.

"Can we please just eat our breakfast?" Warriors gripes.

Hyrule, Wind, and Wild all laugh.

It's nice.

Things are looking up.

#myrah and link #myrah the gerudo #war quartet

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starshineandbooks · 4 years ago

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This Is part of the sidlink exchange ( @sidlinkgiftexchange ) and is for @naobara He seems awesome and I'm excited to give this to him!

Link paces, impatient as always, if better healed, he’s so close to getting to see Sidon again, but what if he doesn't like him anymore? What if he found someone else? What if the prince realizes Mipha’s death is all Link’s fault?

“Are you done pacing?” Myrah asks, looking up from her scimitar she is cleaning, “I promise, he still loves you, the royal zora siblings have a very specific type, you.”

Link turns to look at his friend, one of the few left from the before calamity times, she was frozen in time by magic, neither of them is too sure how, but their ages seem to be tied together with eachother’s and Zelda’s, and the trio seems to age more like Zora than hylians now.

She raises a brow, gold eyes appraising him, different from the usually playful gaze she has.

“I- what?”

She snorts, “Come on, Link, you need to get ready, you need to finish collecting the stones.”

“I guess.” He shifts, arms crossing as he blows hair out of his face to avoid making eye contact.

“I’ll be with you, we’ll make a day of it, who gets more shiny rocks vs lizards oir something.”

Myrah sets the blade down, standing up to her half hylian half gerudo glorious height of much taller than Link as she strides to him, hand settling on the hero’s shoulder with a comforting little tune she hums.

He narrows his eyes at her.

“Oh alright, we’ll spar too.”

He smiles, “Good.”

She shakes her head, then, “Come on, I have a surprise for you.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I do.”

Myrah stands her hair falling over her shoulder, he can see her gerudo half prominent in her face and hair. She leads him through her house, and into a room he’s seen a few times but rarely is in.

She stops then, “It’s okay if you don’t like it, or think it’s too much… I just- Here.”

Myrah moves a sheet out of the way and Link stares, awed.

Several things are there, a set of matching swords, one made for Link and the other for Sidon, obvious in the size. A set of voice and vai clothes, both for link. A painting, Sidon and Link dancing at a ball, both draped in fancy jewels. Several pieces of jewelry. And oddly enough, a small box wrapped in silk.

“Go on,” Myrah smiles gently.

Link steps forwards, finding the swords first, silver, with gold decorative vines on the hilt, pretty but functional. He tests the edge, sharp, dangerous. He tries the smaller sword, and finds it balanced perfectly for him, a one handed sword, the light glints off of it.

“Where did you get all of this?” He asks.

Myrah smiles softly, “The painting is Kaori and Zelda’s gift. I had Ashley in gerudo craft the jewelry, I enchanted them myself. The box is my own doing, and the clothes are things- My mother made them for you years ago. Likely before you remember.”

Link gasps, “Your mother?”

“We grew up close as siblings,” Myrah says, “She cared for you like her own.”

“Oh.”

“The zoran black smith made the swords, I designed them and enchanted the metal.”

“You can enchant weapons and jewelry?”

She laughs, gentle, and nods, “Of course, it was my aunt’s craft, and useful.”

“Wow.”

Link opens the box, and stares at the keys, identical, “What is this?”

“I made you your own hidden, private home in the domain, for you and Sidon.”

“You did?”

She nods, “Of course.”

“Myrah-”

She smiles, “There’s- one more thing.”

“What?”

Myrah turns, grabbing something before handing it to Link, “Sidon asked me to give you this the day before you are reunited and married.”

Link stares at the rolled up scroll, eyes a little wide.

‘My dear sapphire,

Without you I am miserable, even when you are only gone a week, I cannot imagine how this year has affected me, yet I doubt it has been easy for you either. You are truly my most prized companion, and should you for any reason wish to not be married, I hold no ill will.

However, I am excited, because I know if you are reading this we’re almost guaranteed a marriage. I have missed you greatly, even if I have yet to separate this fatal year at the date of writing this, I know I ache for your embrace.

I hope you are well, I know the princess will take care of you, your friends have never been too patient with your moods that l;ead to taking ill care of yourself. And if I know you, you are either staying near Zelda, or Myrah, likely both, and I know neither will hesitate to make you take care.

Anyways, I am likely at my wits end, I find you make me better and without you I get- irritable. So, if when we reunite I seem off, I assure you I am fine.

I know you are busy, just as you know I am. I love you more than all the stars in the sky, the fish in the sea, and the blades of grass you love.

-Sidon’

Link doesn't realize he’s crying until he feels the tears hit his hand.

“Get dressed,” Myrah says, “We’re going on a trip.”

-------

It isn’t until Zelda is walking him down the aisle that Link finally breathes again, and the worst this is he has to keep in the proper role, he can’t just rush Sidon and tackle him into a hug, no, that would be ‘improper’, and ‘rude’, and ‘uncivilised’.

Myrah gives him a little snap followed by a wave that he tunes back in.

But Sidon’s blinding smile is enough to keep Link anchored, and he’s standing opposite his beloved prince quickly and yet not soon enough.

And the ceremony is long, and boring, and Link really isn’t sure what’s said, too focused on Sidon.

Sidon’s usual regal parephnelia is gone, instead it is still silver but it is all sapphire, and he wears his father’s headdress, with silk tied about his ankles, wrists, and wasit.

Myrah elbows him sharply, “Link,” SHe hisses.

“What- Oh, yes, I do.”

Sidon laughs, and then he’s being picked up by SIdon, their foreheads pressed together, and then Myrah is breaking costumes by cheering scandalous things. Zelda smacks her.

But Link doesn't care, not when he gets to kiss Sidon’s nose and be carried away gently by his prince, his husband now.

Husband! They’re married!

Sidon holds him close, walking through the hidden halls, and he breathes deeply, saltwater and fish, but it smells good, home like even.

“You’re here.” Sidon says.

“Of course I am.” Link says, and it’s sincere, just like it should be, just what Sidon needs.

“I love you. I was- well surely there were other things, people who caught your interest over the years.”

“Never.”

“I- Really?”

“Never, Sidon. I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” The prince whispers, nuzzling against Link’s face, smooth scales offering solace that had previously seemed miles away.

“I can’t wait for a forever with you,” Link says, and he means it, he’s finally home. The Calamity is beaten, Zelda and Myrah are happy together, everyone is safe, the champion’s spirits are freed, and he’s in his husband’s arms.

Everything is well.

-------

Link’s used to ridiculous things, okay? The wars of the goddess do that. And so does the fact that he married a shark puppy that’s ten foot tall and more muscled than anything or anyone else Link knows, and he’s best friends with several gerudo soldiers.

But really, this, this has to take the cake.

“You what?” Link asks, and it’s tiring.

“I found this in the spring of courage.” Sidon says, holding up a golden sphere that is clearly a large zora egg.

“Oh,” Link nods, because really, what else did he expect?

“I think it’s for us!”

Link just nods, and turns, leading Sidon to their chambers, and they are easy, setting the orb into a pool.

“I wonder what they look like?”

Link nods, of course Sidon wonders, he himself does too.

So, they sit down, and really, what’s the worst that getting a child could do? They just, will lose sleep, and time. At least the child will be a Zoran, Link reasons, after all, they live longer.

“What do we name them?” Sidon asks.

Link tilts his head, unsure then, “Lymphina?”

Sidon hums then, “Maybe.”

And whatever made the strange egg see fit that it should hatch, as a small Zoran child begins shrieking, a guppy like shape.

They both turn, and there is a guppy with golden scales to match Link’s hair, red fins like Sidon’s coloration, and striking blue eyes that almost seem to glow. A nurse shark then. Like Mipha had been, gorgeous.

Sidon gasps, “Oh my goodness, Link!”

Link nods, “She’s a beauty.”

“She’s perfect!”

“What about- Mipha?” Link asks quietly.

Sidon chokes, “You- really?”

Link nods, of course he is.

“I love it. Mipha, she’s going to be as wonderful as her aunt!”

Link laughs warmly, nodding, because this is wonderful. His beloved husband, and a daughter, his bestfriends ruling hyrule, everything is well. He is safe and so is his family.

And the little golden guppy with her aunt’s name is going to grow up so loved.

#ssb writes #gift exchange #sidlink #sidlink gift exchange #marriage #magic baby #accidental baby acquisition #shameless fluff

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botwstoriesandsuch · 4 years ago

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You asked for ocs jokes on you.

This is Myrah, half gerudo half hylian 100% feral gremlin prtmetending to be mature. She has just enough twilight blood to have the red to blomd hair but that's about it.

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Spazzed out for a sec because one of my best friends’ name is Myrah so I think on that point alone it is my destiny to love them. Her design is awesome! How she doesn’t ruin her hair with her gremlin activities :3

#botw #botw oc #joke is NOT on me i love them very much

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legendofmorons · 1 day ago

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"I miss the war," Myrah laments as she flops over Warriors and Time's legs, unrepentant as ever.

Time just pinches the bridge of his nose. "Why would you miss that?"

"I didn't have to feel my feelings, I could have empty void time without consequence."

"Myrah what the fuck?" Time asks.

"No," Warriors cuts in, "Let her speak she has a point."

"Golden Three above." Time groans.

"Well shit, do you not have empty void time?" Myrah frowns.

"No, I don't."

"Weirdo," Myrah huffs.

Warriors nods sagely.

Time is left wondering how these two managed to lead a war when apparently they can't face feelings.

Warriors pats Myrah's head, "It's just been a long day."

"It is seven in the morning," Time sighs slowly.

"What happened to us? Is this what getting old is?" Myrah bemoans easily.

"I am not old," Warriors hisses.

"You know what I miss?" Time groans.

"Your wife?" Myrah suggests.

"Yes, but no. I miss the time before you flopped over me and started being weird."

"Bummer," Myrah snickers.

#snippet from a fic I probably won't write #myrah the gerudo #war quartat

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legendofmorons · 2 days ago

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Link about Zelda: I love my wife she's so smart and talented, she's rebuilding a kingdom!

Link about Myrah: I watched her behead a lynel out of spite, I love my wife!

#myrah the gerudo #myrink #myrda #Myrzelink

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legendofmorons · 20 days ago

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Nearly lost you

Totk myrink reunion

Not proof read

The depths haven't been something Link visits often since he found Myrah's scimitar snapped in half and covered in gloom. He knows her, he knows she's strong but she can't outlive gloom sickness.

He knows she loves her scimitar. She's had it a century because her mom made it for her. He knows she'd never let it fall into disrepair unless someone really bad happened.

Link knows she's gone, because she's been missing for a year and her broken sword was in the depths... he's terrified to find her, or what's left of her.

He finds himself once again in the depths though to gather muddle buds and bomb flowers, nervous to shed light on the wasteland that claimed the life of his closest friend.

Link can't imagine many things that could trul take Myrah out, she's terrifying on the battle field and resourceful with plants and food... But the Depths are different than anything he's ever seen.

Here he is though, using bright bloom seeds to navigate.

He finds himself drawn to a monster camp - except it is a monster camp. It's a ... building of some sort with a fire pit outside and a figure by the fire pit.

Who in the name of Hylia has been living down here?

The building looks like a shack.

How strange.

The figure has faintly glowing viens in thier arms and forearms, fire casting dancing shadows across them.

They're tall.

Link pushes down his hope that this is Myrah, the chances are slim, and he won't be able to handle another instance of loss.

He does approach though, silent and slow.

"I don't know who you are, but if you're here for a fight, I aim to kill." The figure calls in a familiar voice without turning.

"Myr." Link breathes our as he rushes to the fire.

The figure turns, eyes glowing gently.

She looks-

Different.

"Link?" She asks hesitantly.

"Myrah." Link breathes as he stops just before her.

He nearly sobs when he sees her, really sees her.

Myrah's eyes glow now, teal viens in her hands and forearms, hair longer and braided in two. She has new scars and he could swear she has slit pupils now.

"Trouble." She breathes out as if she is in shock. Her voice is shaking but it's her.

"Myrah." Link manages in the weakest voice he has.

Myrah reaches out to cradle his face in one hand, "Is it really you?"

He nods weakly, leaning into her hand.

She laughs wetly and half hysterical. "You found me."

"Really?" He laughs weakly.

Of course, she echoes the words of the koroks. She's always thought herself funny.

She sinks so she stands on her knees, pressing thier foreheads together.

At this angle Link is a little taller than her.

"I thought I'd never see you again."

"I found your scimitar."

"You did?"

"I thought you were dead."

"I did too." She admits softly.

"How long- how long have you been down here?" Link asks shakily.

"Since the castle took to the sky, I fell inti a sink hole. It's been... I don't know."

"Almost two years," Link says weakly, voice cracking like glass.

Myrah makes a punched out half sob, moving to cling to him. "Din's tits."

"Let me take you home." Link pleads.

"You have a mission, I can't ask you to do that."

"I'll come back. Let me take you home, you've been surrounded by gloom for two years."

"Is that what it is?"

"Yes."

"You'll really take me home?" Myrah asks softly.

"Yes."

"You'll stay with me?"

"As long as I can." Link promises quickly.

"I'll join you, I just... would love a nap forst."

Link laughs a little. "I promise."

Myrah pulls away, looking at him in a qay he can't place, eyes warm and glowing and molten gold. Her gaze flick to his lips then to his eyes.

"Myr?" He manages.

Myrah smiles softly, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips. It's a light peck, but it makes Link's heart warm.

Link catches her cheeks in his hands and presses a kiss to her kouth. Turn about is fair play and all.

This is the first kiss he's ever given like this, but he likes it.

Myrah kisses back before she pulls away. "I love you, Trouble. I can't- I can't keep losing you."

"I love you too... and you'll never lose me again." He vows.

"Okay."

"Let's go home." Link urges.

"Okay." Myrah says softly.

Link holds her close with one arm and uses the teleportation abilities to take Myrah to the shrine at Hateno village. It isn't her home, but there's a house there they can use. The one he's been sharing with Zelda.

He has to save Zelda. He knows this, but she will understand. She would do the same.

Myrah stumbles under rhe afternoon sun, shutting her eyes again the light with a string of curses in a language Link hasn't learned. He knows the tone though.

Link helps her to the house, murmuring assurances to her as people gasp and oggle.

He's hopeful she is able to sleep and bathe and eat before anyone crowds her.

He knows she has family she will want robsee, nieces and nephews and friends who think she's gone... but he knows she needs sleep.

He leads her into the house, grateful her nephews here haven't seen her yet.

"Are you hungry?" Link asks softly.

"Just tired."

"Let's get you in bed." Link says softly.

-------

Myrah wakes up with something on her, a hand rests on her shoulder...

Hand.

Not claws.

She's on something soft.

Link!

Myrah opens her eyes and finds Link on her right, curling against her.

She's out if whatever he'll hole she fell into and now she's here, with Link.

She shifts, the arm Link lays on curls to pull him closer to her.

He's got longer hair now, new scars, a strange arm... but he's still Link. He's still the man she trusts above anyone else.

He still managed to save her.

"Oh... kiventa." Myrah says softly.

Link tenses, eyes flying open.

"It's just me." Myrah soothes, "It's okay."

"Myr." Link says, voice cracking.

"Trouble."

Link flings himself atop her, clinging to her in a way he won't ever regret. He lays atop her and rests his face in her neck.

"I was so scared it was a dream." He admits.

"I know. I know, me too. I'm here though."

"Good."

"You and me?" She offers.

"You and me." He says softly.

#myrah and link #myrah the gerudo #myrink

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legendofmorons · 21 days ago

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Myrah and Link who don't do giant grand gestures but it's the little things that are somehow a hundred times more potent.

It's the way that Myrah will rub feeling back into Link's hands as soon as she can after he spends too long on archery

It's the way that Link remembers her favorite song from before the calamity and hums it to himself when he's upset because it makes him feel safe.

It's the way Myrah makes his tea for him every time without being asked

It's the way Link knows she only wears gold

It's the way Myrah cleans his weapons for him because she knows he hates it

It's the way Link makes her a bow because the others looks so strange in her too big hands

It's the way Myrah points out fireflies in the distance because she knows he loves them

It's the way Link takes her hand when they're in a situation where it's easy to lose eachother

It's the way Myrah calls him Trouble the way some people say sweetheart

It's the way Link always grabs any cloves he finds because she loves them

It's the way they can share a conversation in a single glance

It's the way Myrah brushes against him in combat just to be sure he's okay

It's the way Link always has an extra hair tie for her

It's the way Myrah kisses his forehead.

It's the way Link joins their pinkies.

It's the way Myrah covers the corners of tables when he bends down

It's the way Link weeds her garden on cold days because he knows she hates the cold.

It's the way that they say "you and me" instead of 'I love you' most of the time.

It's the way Link learns every language she knows so they can always talk

It's the way Myrah plays with his hair after his worst nightmares.

It's the way Link knew her full name before he remembered his own

It's the way Myrah leaves him little doodles to find

It's the way Link makes sure his house has high ceilings for her

It's the way Myrah will bring him lizards and frogs if she knows he's low on them

It's the way Link can always pock out when a Yiga is pretends to be her no matter how convince

It's the way Myrah gifts him her grandfather's old bow (enchanted of course)

It's the way Link finds her joint stabilizing rings for the bad days

#myrah and link #myrah the gerudo #myrink

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legendofmorons · 27 days ago

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Hold my hand (It's a long way down) - War quartet

A look at what the relationship between Myrah, Captain, Mask, and Sailor looked like. A look at how far they'll go and how they cope.

Told from Mask's perspective.

Sometimes, when the world is crashing down, you just need your big sister to distract you.

Mask paces the medical tent with Proxi trailing his steps. He dosen't know what's happening, and no one will let him leave the tent either. He is still waiting for news on Link, and on Sailor. All he wants is for every one to be okay. All he wants is to fix it!

(All Mask wants right now is for Myrah to come pet his hair and tell him it's going to be okay. She's never lied to him.)

He can hear the rain pouring outside and the last he saw Myrah she was putting on the fierce deity mask. His mind won't stop racing. His feet can't stop moving.

Proxi tries to soothe his worries but it's all Mask can do to keep from screaming.

Lightning crashes outside as someone screams. Shadows whip about unnaturally even within the tent. (The deity always taps into the powers she apparently has. Midna plans to help teach her some shadow stuff, but that is for later.)

Time starts to blur together. Minutes and hours are one and the same.

Laughter rings outside, echoing unnaturally.

Then finally it stops.

Footsteps sound behind him but Mask dosen't bother to turn.

"Seedling?" Myrah's voice asks, gentle and warm.

Mask spins around and finds the woman standing behind him, blood and mud on her but mostly unharmed. His mask is nowhere to be seen, but he's sure she put it in the enchanted satchel on her hip.

She gives a little wave.

"Myrah!" He cries.

She sinks to her knees in the middle of the medical tent, opening her arms for the boy as she smiles softly. "Hey kiventa, any news on Cap and Sailor?"

She looks genuinely unbothered by the place and the grime on her. She seems perfectly at home on the floor of the medical tent.

Mask throws himself into her arms, shaking like a leaf as he clings to her. "Not yet."

"Alright," She says, wrapping the boy in her arms, "Have you eaten anything?"

Her arms are steady despite it all.

"No."

He dosen’t understand what it is with her and making sure he eats three meals a day. He's fine on one meal every day and no more...

She hums once, "We'll have to fix that. How will you kick ass if you don't eat?"

Mask sighs and rolls his eyes, "This is no time to be funny, princess."

"I'm not a princess, and who says I'm being funny?" She challenges.

Mask rolls his eyes again, still clinging to the woman. He can't imagine letting go just yet.

She rubs the boy's back absently, seeming to be lost in thought for the moment. He can't say he minds, the fact that she is here is more than enough.

"It's going to be okay." Myrah says simply, voice steady.

"I know." Mask says, but he hopes she means it.

The way his heart starts knitting back together at her words is embarrassing.

He's a hero who has saved the world twice! He shouldn't need reassurance.

He fought the moon!

And yet... her reassurance helps.

She huffs, ruffling his hair with one hand gently. "If it isn't, I'll just bring them back, little wolf? What then, hm?"

"You can't undo death!" Mask protests, eyes widening.

How can she be so ridiculous?

"How do you know?" Myrah asks with a crooked grin.

"Death is permenant!"

"Oh really? How do you know? Have you died?"

"Obviously not." Mask huffs, pulling out of her arms to give her an unimpressed look.

Myrah smiles, looking like she might actually try to prove death is temporary. "Well then you can't say it's permenant."

"If you die-"

"We don't even know if I can die, I've never died before." She waves off dismissively.

She seems unbothered, aside from the slight hitch in her shoulders.

Mask sighs heavily, but he can see the weight in her eyes even as her face seems laid back. He can see the way her gaze seems burdened by ghosts.

He won't begrudge her efforts to lighten the load for him. (He can't believe someone is trying to do that at all, let alone someone who's never been The Hero.)

"How about we don't find out." Mask says.

She shrugs, "Fair enough. Do you want to do anything while we wait?"

Mask thinks for a moment. "Can you tell me about your life?"

"Sure. What do you want to hear about?"

"You said you were engaged?"

Myrah smiles shakily, "Yeah, I was. His name was Revali, he... died trying to protect people."

"Oh, I'm sorry... did he make you happy?"

"Very."

"Good."

"It is. Why don't I tell you how I met Revali? He was kind of a dick." She offers with a weak laugh.

"Really?" Mask frowns.

He can't imagine why she would want someone who she describes that way.

She smiles, soft and brittle but real. "He really was. I was dazzled by his shitty attitude and pretty eyes."

Mask makes a face, thoroughly unimpressed. "Something is wrong with you, princess."

"I'm still not a princess, and I know." She laughs, shifting so she's sitting on the ground butterfly style.

"Why did you want someone with a bad attitude?"

"Because he was stubborn and skilled, and I could tell he loved as deeply as I do." Myrah shrugs as she pats her leg for the boy to sit on.

"How?" He asks, sitting in her lap and settling in.

"It was how he handled his weapon. He was careful with the tool and deadly with his craft."

"What is it with you and weapons?" Mask raises a brow.

"I like pretty and deadly things." Myrah says softer, "they make me think of my family."

"I... suppose."

"When I met Revali, I was going with Zelda to meet him. He immediately insulted my Link for having the title of hero handed to him, and then he took a look at me and said I should keep an eye on Link."

"No!" Mask cries.

"Yes. I told Revali he should really mind his words because I don't take kindly to blowhards."

"What? Really? You were engaged to him?"

"Eventually. That evening we had dinner with Revali, his sister, and the village elder. Revali didn't apologize, but he did indulge me in a conversation about training regimens versus break time." Myrah laughs a little, shaking her head.

"Of course." Maks rolls his eyes.

"We started writing letters and then dating."

"Did he ever warm up to your Link?"

"Sort of."

"Hm... What about your sisters?" Mask asks.

Myrah warms up considerably, grief falling to the background. She ruffles Mask's hair again. "Callie and Arie?"

"Do you have other sisters?" Mask huffs.

"Mh... no. Callie and Arie are hylians. They're such little things." She smiles softly, "Callie has her mother's skills and Arie wants so badly to adventure."

"They have a different mom?"

"No they have the same mom."

"Okay." Mask says.

He dosen’t understand why she sounds like her sisters don't share the same parents as her, but that's probably not a huge deal.

"Callie is an oracle like her mother, she's good with plants and tea. Arie is good with horses, knots, and maps. They live in Hateno right now. I was helping them start a garden." She explains.

"A garden?"

"Mhm, I've been wondering about the koroks and if they'd help." Myrah says.

"Koroks?"

"Little forest spirits. Possibly fae?" She muses. "They're sweet enough."

"Oh."

"You know... my mother used to say that grief and worry were the greatest proof of love?" Myrah asks, voice taking on a far away tone Mask dosen’t much like.

"How?"

"Why worry if you don't care? What is grief if not love that can't go anywhere?"

"You sound old." Mask informs.

She laughs, "I feel old sometimes, Seedling."

Mask sighs, leaning against her, face against her collarbone. He dosen’t care about the muck on her.

"Myrah?" The head healer asks.

"Yes?"

"Link is awake and Tune is stable."

"Oh thank Din." Myrah breathes out.

"You can go see Link."

Mask stands, waiting for Myrah to do the same before the boy rushes off to Link.

She follows him easily, ignoring the ache of her bruises and joints.

Link sits on a cot, heavily bandaged even after healing. He looks to be exhuasted.

"Link!" Mask calls.

"Little Viper." Myrah greets.

"Hey." Link manages.

"You're an asshole." She says as she comes to the side of the cot, flicking his ear.

"Wha- hey! I was injured!"

"Because you were reckless and didn't listen." Mask huffs.

Link rolls his eyes. "I took a hit for someone who couldn't take it-"

"You almost died." Myrah cuts firmly.

Mask nods. "Exactly."

"I'm not dead."

"Good, necromancy is poorly studied." Myrah huffs, but she reaches out to ruffle the captain's hair gently.

Mask just glares, "You suck."

"Geeze, kid."

"Sailor is stable." Myrah says, softer.

Mask pouts. "He also sucks."

"He's so grounded." Myrah agrees as she gives a sagely nod.

"You're grounding him?" Link raises a brow.

"Yes. If I can ground Arie and Callie, I can ground sea pup."

Mask snorts, "You always give into his puppy eyes."

"Whatever you say." Myrah waves off.

Link sighs, knowing better. He knows Myrah only gives in to see Sailor light up. He knows if she truly means it no amount of pleading or puppy eyes will change her mind.

She's stubborn like that.

"Did we win the battle?" Link asks.

Mask winces, looking awat. "Yes?"

"What happened?" Link sighs.

Myrah gives a sharp, vicious smile that looks a little too predatory. "Me and Fierce handled it."

"Princess, you can't- that's dangerous." Link hisses.

"We... needed it." Mask admits, weakly.

Myrah just rolls her eyes, "Just cause I can't tap into my powers on my own dosen’t mean they're useless."

For all she fronts as a fighter... her boys know better. Vindictive as she gets about people hurting her loved ones... she's a lover.

Sometimes, Mask wishes he could use the ocarina to go far enough back to save her from whatever made her be a fighter like this. She shouldn't be so comfortable with the Fierce Deity... but she is.

"You're grounded." Link groans.

"From what?" She challenges with a raised brow and a much softer and fonder smile.

"Chaos. You have to run drills for the newbies all week."

"Is that all?"

"And you have to deal with Impa."

Myrah snickers, "Uh huh."

"And you're grounded from men with shitty attitudes." Mask declares.

"Absolutely." Link nods before pausing. "Why?"

"Din's tits, Seedling you don't get to ground me from my questionable taste." Myrah says with a shake of her head.

"I don't want to know." Link sighs.

"She was dazzled by a ahitty attitude and pretty eyes, Link." Mask groans.

Myrah laughs, "He was passionate!"