#sheik accepted to stay with him for once!

[alaynnah]

Waiting for sunrise

[tarulink]

OOT Zelink is possible after Majora's Mask (theory 2024)

We don't really know what happened after MM so everything is possible until Nintendo denies it so here is my theory:

Everyone thinks that the only place Link could go after his trip through Termina is Lon Lon Ranch, but what if not? After all the last memories he had were about Zelda wishing she could meet Link again, she was THE ONLY PERSON who actually waited for him after his trip. THIS IS IMPORTANT!!

So after his trip he goes to Zelda and tells her everything that happened to him, she believes him, in fact she might be the only person who believes him because he believed her when she had her visions of Ganondorf.

Link does not necessarily have to have worked on the ranch, there are many other jobs in castle town, I would like to think that he got a job near the castle so he could continue meeting Zelda.

As the years go by their relationship becomes even closer, unfortunately Zelda has to marry someone else so Link decides to continue his life without her. He meets someone else and they get along well, he decides to rebuild his life and marries that woman (Maybe that's why Nintendo never said with whom he had a child, because it was probably with a random woman we don't even know lmao). He has a daughter (I would like to think he has a girl) and thinks she is the most important thing he has now in his life.

Zelda does not love her husband but by the laws of nobility she has to give him an heir. Zelda becomes pregnant and although she does not love her husband, she loves her baby. She thinks it is the most important thing she has in her life now.

Link and Zelda rarely communicate because they already have priorities to maintain (each one with their children).

If you notice this is where the lineage of TP Link and TP Zelda is born!

As fate would have it Link's marriage doesn't work out and he gets divorced or she leaves him with his daughter.

The king passes away.

Do you see where I'm going with all this?

Zelda as queen can do whatever she wants now, so she goes to visit Link after so long. They both talk about their lives and realize they still have romantic feelings for each other. Zelda offers Link to be her personal knight and he unhesitatingly accepts, she gives him a special armor (the armor we see in Twilight Princess).

He becomes her prince consort.

However they have no children or maybe they had one but that son never had descendants Take it as you wish!

We don't know how exactly Link died, but everything points to the fact that he died in a war and lost his eye. Maybe he knew he wouldn't survive and that's why he went to the Lost Forest, dying there and regretting not having taught his techniques, so his spirit stays there until the other chosen one arrives to teach him his techniques.

Zelda is widowed again, that's why we see Link's grave in the castle graveyard in Twilight Princess (like why would his grave be in the castle?)

Years go by and both Link's daughter and Zelda's child grow up. Link's daughter decides to leave the castle and make her life elsewhere, she takes Epona with her, playing the song that HER FATHER taught her (because it is not necessary for Link to have married Malon to learn Epona's song)

Zelda's child takes the throne once she dies.

So with this we have the birth of TP Link and TP Zelda many years later. The reason I don't support the Link and Malon theory is because I find many inconsistencies: TP Link is an orphan, he lives in a tree not in the ranch (he doesn't even own it, the ranch belongs to Fado and he is a human) Link is the only Hylian in Ordon. It's probably that Jaggle or Pergie are descendants of Malon bc their sons are named Malo and Talo (probably she married a human knight or probably Nintendo just put those names bc yes lol)

Also remember Sheik's words? Young love become deep affection Link and Zelda spent time together before Link went on a trip to Termina, I think these words are a reference to them, how much they care about each other ♡

Of course these are my thoughts, you may agree or disagree with me!

[brendathedoodler]

What's the leadership like in the AS!Chain? Is it still Lily, Barren, and Soul? Is it adventure-coded with Bard, Cloud, and Cryptid? Secret third option??

Great question! The main leadership group is still Lily, Barren, and Soul, though Addie is also considered part of the leadership team with his adventuring expertise. Occasionally Cloud will chip in, but that’s mostly by calling out commands or warnings in battle, otherwise he tends to stay out of leading.

This did get me thinking though, so here’s how everyone would go about leading

(And a small reminder for anyone who wants an easy reference for the au nicknames: Sky is Cloud, Four is Champ, Time is Lily, Legend is Cryptid, Hyrule is Bard, Twilight is Soul, Wind is Addie, Warriors is Barren, and Wild is Loft)

Cloud can say with certainty that he didn’t enjoy his position as commander of the army. It felt more like a necessity than anything else: something he needed to step up and do because he was the chosen one and nobody else could. Learning that Cia’s main motivation was him above all else cemented that idea in his head. He hasn’t had much time to rest since the war, and he’s almost eager to let the others take the leader role. He’s tired of strategizing and was never very good at it anyway (Groose was always the brains of the operation). If he does take charge, it’ll usually be in the midst of battle. That’s where he feels the sharpest, and he often calls out things in his “commander voice” as the others call it. Despite not wanting a leadership role, Cloud’s the one who insists everyone do practice drills and has really helped them all learn to fight alongside one another (something that only he and Addie have proper experience with).

Champ doesn’t want to be on the leadership squad. He knows full well how much energy it takes to keep the colors in line enough to be a competent person, he’ll pass on leading everyone else. If it comes down to it, Champ is pretty good at leading. That is, so long as there’s someone with him to help make decisions. See, he’s good at the compromising part, but just because he can help the others compromise with one another doesn’t mean that he can compromise with the colors. He’d prefer to get his own head in order first before he tries leading everyone else. He’s an excellent potion brewer, though, and is always prepared to distribute elixirs and headpieces of his armor if it might give his companions a boost in whatever they’re doing.

Lily never intended to be a leader figure. He’s the youngest of many siblings, and he’s a subordinate on Captain Sheik’s ship (and he doesn’t want to undermine their authority unless he has to). He was genuinely startled to find everyone else looking to him for leadership. Was it because he’s the oldest? He’s guessing that’s why. He accepted the role given to him even if it was unexpected, because it wasn’t unwanted. The others generally listen to him, after all, and them seeing him as the stoic leader type makes it so much funnier to see them react when Lily acts like the gremlin he is.

Cryptid could lead, but quite frankly he won’t. At first he didn’t want to be a leader because that would put him in charge of them, and in the early days he had absolutely no intention of getting attached. See, his trauma around portals lead him to believe that he’d once again lost everything, and he kinda blamed the others for it even if they were victims as much as he was. As it became more obvious that the portals were taking them through time and would eventually return them to their own eras, he loosened up a bit, but also feared getting too close. They’ll be taken from him soon, he knows it. Eventually he decides he’ll enjoy having them while they’re here and grieve them when they’re gone, but in the time it took for him to reach that point, the leadership squad had already been established and Cryptid was perfectly content with it.

Bard doesn’t like the idea of leading. He’s got all sorts of magical songs to suggest when the others make plans (to the point that it’s a running joke that he has a song for any occasion), but beyond having them help with that, he doesn’t want to be leader. He doesn’t consider himself a hero like the rest, but not in a self deprecating way. He simply sees himself as a person doing the right thing. Bard firmly believes that any good person in his position would have at least tried to do what he’s done. Sure, he’s proud of his accomplishments and knows not just anybody could succeed, but he doesn’t think just doing the right thing makes him a hero. In a team full of heroes, he doesn’t think a simple adventurer would have much to contribute to the leadership squad. Besides, they seem to have it handled! Admittedly, Bard’s extended isolation throughout his adventures makes it hard for him to plan for a group, though he’s getting much better at it. He’ll leave the leadership to the others (and he has immense faith in Lily and really looks up to him!)

Soul is part of the leadership squad and is proud of his role in it. Where Lily is the voice of the group (so to speak), and the one the others typically look to, Soul takes on a slightly more passive role in leadership. He’s the one constantly doing a head count, making sure nobody’s wandered off, checking to be sure nobody’s hiding any injuries, and calling for snack breaks whenever he notices someone falling behind. The group’s welfare is his main priority. Midna is a second set of eyes and is always quick to update him if she notices anything he might’ve missed. He’s also usually the one who herds the wanderers back to the group, assuming Barren hadn’t gone with them (he’ll make sure they don’t get too lost).

Addie’s experience with both adventuring and fighting alongside others makes him a prime candidate for leader. He is kinda impulsive, though, and having the others also in a leadership position helps keep him from getting off task. He may be the youngest, but he’s been adventuring his whole life! Being so young meant he’s had many companions travel and fight by his side throughout all of them. Cooperating with and fighting alongside others is pretty natural for him. He’s also familiar with a lot of things, and knows how to handle being thrown into new situations when he isn’t. (Having the others respect him enough to consider him a leader is also really nice, even if he’s long since stopped caring about how people disregard him due to his age)

Barren is a strategist and a survivalist first and foremost. He’s always making plans. Part of it is anxiety drilled into him from a life on the run, always drafting up plans to help him survive. Part of it is his natural affinity for planning and strategizing. It’s a double edged sword. He may be able to whip out 6 different plans of attack for any given situation, but it also means he lays awake at night thinking and planning how he’d wake everyone up if they were to be attacked. He’s got a sort of charisma that helps him explain his plans to the others and helps him take charge in a more intense situation. All that being said, he does need someone like Soul to tell him when it’s time to rest before he works himself into a frenzy trying to account for any and all possibilities.

Loft isn’t the best fit for leading the group, and he’s perfectly fine with that. With amnesia that leaves him with many gaps in things others wouldn’t think twice about, a big helping of untreated adhd that makes understanding how others think difficult, and a general tendency to get distracted and wander off, Loft would not be the ideal leader. Could he do it if needed? Absolutely, but he knows others would be better suited for it. That won’t stop him from chiming in with a brilliant idea from time to time (though these ideas are also often referred to as “batshit insane”).

Some other little things about the group dynamic that I wanna note:

Cryptid’s mermaid form gives him perpetually dry skin, which also means frequent nosebleeds. Every time, without fail, Soul’s sensitive nose will pick up on blood and he’ll panic for the few seconds it takes before he realizes that there’s no hidden injuries, just Cryptid’s nose again.

The problem children are considered to be Champ, Bard, Addie, and Loft, but all for different reasons. Champ is impulsive and prone to getting roped into the others’ shenanigans (especially Loft’s). He can be the most responsible person there one moment to a lover of arson and chaos the next. It really depends. Bard isn’t usually the prankster and doesn’t tend to get into any particular trouble, but he does often wander off. He has a slight disregard for his personal well-being because “oh, I can just heal myself”, which stresses everyone else out. Addie can be trusted in dungeons and in the middle of battle. He knows his limits very well, and has shown that he’ll come to the group if he needs something. When there’s no adventuring to be had and they’re all resting? He can quickly turn into chaos gremlin supreme. Loft, meanwhile, is on the list of problem children for obvious reasons. Bard’s tendencies to wave off injuries pale in comparison to the absolutely buck wild stuff Loft gets into on the regular. Is it because he doesn’t think before he act? Did losing his memories mean he also lost a sense of pain? Who knows! The point is, he’s eager to run into danger and also eat random plants he finds. Somehow he hasn’t gotten sick yet, and despite the chaos he dives into headfirst he’s yet to earn any particularly serious injuries.

Lily tends to take a backseat when in his own era, though he doesn’t do it consciously. He’s pretty much never the leader back home. He’s the youngest of his siblings and gets absolutely 0 respect, Captain Sheik is obviously is captain of their ship, and he’s eager to do whatever Malon asks of him. He doesn’t really notice he’s doing it, admittedly, he’ll just take a step back even among the chain because back home he’s just not the boss.

[attllhak]

Adoption AU - Lullaby Reacts to Time’s Batman Level Adoption Bullshit

@tortilla-of-courage I offer you mercy. Also no one mentioned wanting to be tagged on the last story on this series so it’s just you for right now I guess.

Also, this fic is called ‘Aunt Lullaby/Uncle Sheik On Time’s Sudden Acquisition Of Kids’ in my docs, but I’ve been using the ‘Batman-Level Adoption Bullshit’ for so long that this is the title now.

Also! Some of the boys have some heavy topics to their backstories (Wars comes to mind as an example), so let me know if I need to tag this with certain warnings or stuff. Nothing is actually shown, but I figured I’d just put that out there.

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Lullaby, who was still just Zelda then, had been very excited when Time, then just Link, had called her to tell her that Malon was pregnant.

She had gotten the call first, as Link had found it important that she knew before anyone else. After everything else in his life, he said, he wanted the person who he knew would always be there for him to know first, and that he was going to be making a few other calls later that day.

Link had never had an easy life. When his father died when he was 10, he’d ended up devastated. Zelda and her Aunt Impa had found him hiding in an alley a few days after, once he’d run away from the social workers. His sister Navi had been with him, and the two were sorting through the very few bits of snack food they’d had. Link’s father had been a foster parent for a lot of strays, orphans, or abused kids needing another place to stay. Link had fallen into the orphan category, and so the social workers had planned to cycle him back into the system. He’d lost contact with his sister Saria, whom he still hadn’t found out how to make contact with again, and so all he had was Navi. Impa had taken them both in on the spot, much to the annoyance of Zelda’s father initially, but the two grew on him. Navi went missing when Link and Zelda had been 17, after an issue with a man who really had wanted to see them both dead. Link hadn’t given up hope yet, but with every passing year it looked worse and worse for her to be okay.

Zelda had known Malon from day one, and had loved Link’s wife and was so happy to see him find that bit of happiness. The one thing she knew he wanted more than anything else was to have a solid, stable family of his own.

The pregnancy was a wonderful bit of news, and she couldn’t be happier for her brother.

She had spent some time over at their house, her then-girlfriend Ruto coming as well, helping Malon with some of the housework and such since she wasn’t supposed to be doing too much of the ranch work while pregnant.

She had arrived at the hospital less than thirty minutes after she got the call that Malon was in labor, and spent the time pacing in the hall, then supporting Link when he got kicked out after panicking too much. Apparently Malon had enough of him.

She could relate.

After Link had his whole ‘we made a whole baby person’ moment where his brain short-circuited after he was handed his son, the next person who got to hold him was Zelda. A chubby baby, who slept almost the whole time. He had his mother’s nose, thank Hylia.

Zelda saw him open his eyes only once that day, and she could swear she saw in his cobalt-silver eyes that same spark in his father’s eye. Singular, since Link only had the one.

Zelda’s family had a long tradition of naming their kids after family members. Her name was her grandmother’s and her great-grandmother’s, so on so forth. Her father had been pressing to pick a family name the entire pregnancy. Her mother had kept telling him to back off a little. Fortunately, Malon’s family also had a set of passed down names, hers being one of them. So the idea of naming the child after family wasn’t a big deal for her, even if it was a different set of names.

However, there was one thing to take into account here, and that was Link’s family.

No one knew what the naming traditions in his family were, he didn’t even know his birth parent’s names. But that didn’t change the desire to find a way to work them in too.

There was only one name from Link’s family that anyone knew.

The baby was named Link.

Zelda’s father stopped complaining a week later. Her mother was very clear about it.

At Zelda and Ruto’s wedding seven years later, Link Jr. was the ring bearer.

Junior stopped being his nickname when he was thirteen.

(---)

Zelda got a call from Link Sr. about a day after it happened with a simple request.

“Who was in charge of the paperwork when your family adopted me?”

Zelda blinked once, then twice. “Come again?”

“The lawyer who arranged for my adoption, who was that?” Link asked again.

“Why?” Zelda asked, her wife leaning around the doorframe to give her a concerned look. Zelda shot her a thumbs up.

A heavy sigh came from the other end of the phone. “I think I’ve acquired another son,”

Zelda came over.

This new nephew of hers, apparently, was a sweet boy. A series of scars littered his entire left side, burn and explosive damage if she were to guess, and he had no idea how he got them. He had amnesia. The one thing he did know was his name.

His name was Link.

Zelda had to take a minute. She was trying very hard not to laugh. This was exactly the kind of luck her brother had.

“Zelda, stop mocking me, this wasn’t my call,” Link whined, though he’d never say it was a whine.

“Link, you have to see the humour here,” she gasped, waving at the two boys in the living room where Jr. was trying to show Scars how to use a lasso. This was Zelda’s idea, but she wasn’t taking responsibility for it.

Link just sighed heavily. “Link found him on the street. Malon looked into it and his parents died in a car crash a year ago, he has nowhere to go. We’ve agreed to let him stay, you understand that,”

Zelda nodded, sobering up some. “Yeah, I get that, kinda. The lawyer we hired was named Rauru, Mom should have his contact information still, you should call her,”

Link sighed, relieved. “Thank you,”

“Of course, just don’t make it a habit,”

(---)

The first inclination this would be a habit was a year later.

Wild, the younger of his sons, was in the same class as another boy named Link. This boy had lived with his uncle his whole life, and got the call his uncle died when at school. Sheik was about ready to punch someone for doing that to the boy, and just before christmas no less.

Wild brought him home, insisting he could stay at least for the holidays. The agreement wasn’t even a question, there was no way he was going to be forced to spend a holiday at an orphanage.

When Sheik and Ruto showed up on christmas day, not that their family cared much for christmas but they were all off anyways, the newest Link had been named Legend.

He was a little more shy than the others, understandably, and a little snappish.

Not a bad kid, just one grieving and in need of family. That was something their family had never hesitated to provide.

Sheik’s mother teaching him how to spin a butterfly knife was probably not the wisest decision, but considering Rottla heard a therapist say “Your kids are traumatized, they need to feel safe again,” and decided to sign them up for every martial arts she could, well, it should have been a sign that she wasn’t the best in that regard. Time, Link Sr., had made it very clear he felt Sheik took after her. Sheik had no idea what his brother was talking about.

Legend didn’t leave after that. One call to Rauru, and Legend was a permanent member of the family.

Sheik took great pride in being the favorite Uncle of Legend’s, after his late guardian of course. He pointedly ignored that he was the only Uncle, and only part-time.

Time could suck it.

(---)

Lullaby, since so many of her nephews’ friends were named Zelda apparently, received a call at five am.

True, she knew her brother and his wife woke up at sunrise to do yard work and such, but usually they were kind enough to let her sleep in.

Not so this morning.

“Wha?” She mumbled into the phone, trying, and failing, to not wake her wife.

“Zelda,” came Malon’s clipped tone through the receiver, “do you know about a missing person’s case for one Jerimiah Smith?”

Zelda blinked heavily, and had to convince herself not to go back to sleep. Who, why did Malon care? It was five am, the sun wasn’t even up yet.

“Why?” She asked to buy time, still working on a quarter of thought. Ruto rolled over and held her. Not helping, Ruto.

“I have a Link Smith in my barn claiming that his grandfather went missing, and he’s run away from a temporary foster home,” Malon explained, and okay that was worth waking up for.

Lullaby sat up, pushing Ruto’s arm from her waist to her lap, causing her wife to grumble, and turned on the lamp, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. “Okay, okay pause. Pause and back up,” she half-swallowed a yawn, squinting into her bedroom. “What is going on?”

“I got up to do some work, since Link is still asleep, and I came into the barn to find a boy asleep in the hay, here you are,” her voice dropped away from the receiver, likely talking to the boy in question, then came back. “So I found a boy in the hay, and I woke him up. He says his name is Link Smith, and he was living with his grandfather since his father was overseas in the military. His father wasn’t home enough to care for him, so his grandfather had sole custody after his mother died or something, there was a lot of tears at this part. Anyways, his grandfather went missing a week ago, and he’s been through three foster homes and none of them were very accepting of, he apparently has a ‘mental thing’ that he’s dealing with. I was wondering if you could confirm his story?”

Lullaby leaned over the bed, grumbling, and grabbed her laptop, Ruto giving up on getting her back to bed and sliding up the headboard with her to drape over her shoulders while she pulled up Firefox. “Hold on,” she told her sister in law, plugging the name into Google. Jeremiah Smith, went missing a week ago, blah blah blah, oh there we go.

Link Smith, grandson of Jerimiah Smith, left in limbo after his grandfather’s disappearance. Oh, that was interesting. According to this article, which most certainly was breaking some privacy laws and if Link Smith was staying it would be coming down, the boy had multiple personality disorder.

“Yeah, he’s telling the truth,” Lullaby said, switching the phone to her other ear so Ruto could nuzzle up better without bumping it. “Also, I found his weird ‘mental thing’. According to this article, which I’m pretty sure isn’t legal, he’s got dissociative identity disorder,”

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Ruto mumbled, still mostly asleep on her shoulder.

“No, not really. He’s actually more likely to be in danger than a danger,” she twisted to kiss her wife’s head, then went back to Malon. “He probably really needs someone who’ll be supportive enough through all this, both the disappearance and his condition. DID isn’t something easy to live with, I can see him having some issues with foster parents,” Lullaby had never been so glad that she got bored one day and decided to look it up after she heard people talk about it so negatively. You never know when information like that would be useful.

“He’s fine to take in?” Malon whispered after a moment. “I just, the other boys,”

“Will need to be patient, but unless one of his alters is particularly bad for dealing with threats, perceived or otherwise, in an unkind way then he’s fine and safe to be around. I’d ask him about that, but don’t force him to admit anything that can be bad for him, but I don’t see any more risk than taking in Wild or Legend,”

Malon sighed on the other end of the line. “Alright, I’ll bring him in and wake up Link, so he can call Rauru about all this while I sit with him and try and get him to relax,”

“Wonderful, I’ll call the office and see about what I can do about this article then. And for the record, if you ever call me at asscrack of dawn o’clock in the morning again, then next time we meet I’m clocking you,”

Malon had the nerve to laugh.

Four, as he’d been nicknamed by the time Lullaby and Ruto showed up to meet him, was a fascinating person. Green, the host of his system, was a brave, if occasionally airheaded, boy who wanted to try everything, and had been fascinated by his grandfather’s old-timey forge. Time had plans to make one in the yard for him. Red, the emotional and spiritual protector of the system, was empathetic and sweet and compassionate. No one had a bad word to say about Red. Vio, short for Violet, was the gatekeeper for the system and kept the four of them working on the same page. Bright and clever boy, his nose stuck in a book most of the time and willing to offer up the most random and yet useful information. Blue, the physical protector, was a little gruff and definitely someone you just got used to, but he cared deeply about his ‘brothers’ as they called each other, and the external brothers he acquired grew on him quickly enough too. It was a bit of a fight to get custody of him, but Rauru was the best there was, so it was only a week or two before the paperwork was going through for him.

Lullaby had a feeling this wasn’t the end by a long shot, and prayed that Hylia would be merciful about granting Time’s wish for a family.

She was going a little overboard.

(---)

Sheik wasn’t surprised in the least at the newest addition when he walked in the one day. No, mostly he was just confused as to why he hadn’t gotten a phone call before he got there.

Usually there was a phone call.

He was very upset by the way the boy looked, however.

This new addition, Warriors as he’d learn later that Time acquired yet another Link, was curled up in the corner of the couch with his scarf wrapped around him like a blanket, clearly trying not to be seen. Voices floated out of the kitchen, and Sheik picked up that Twilight brought him home, and was lobbying for a new brother.

Ah, that’s why there was no phone call.

Ruto went to investigate the conversation, so Sheik decided to introduce himself to his newest nephew.

Upon closer inspection, the boy looked about Twilight’s age, and had a bruise on his temple, maybe a day or two old now. Looking closer saw a few more on the left side of the boy’s face. Someone hit him, with purpose.

Sheik sat down next to him and said nothing, waiting for him to make the first move. Eventually, he poked his head out of his scarf.

“Hello,” Sheik offered once it became clear he wouldn’t be saying anything.

“Hullo,” he mumbled into the fabric, glancing away and back at his feet.

“My name is Sheik,” Sheik offered lightly. “Time is my brother,”

The boy looked up, eying him. “Twilight is your nephew?”

“Yes, he is,” Sheik nodded, smiling at him. “You’re a friend of his?”

The boy shrugged. “Kinda,” a beat of silence passed, then he shifted around. “He said I’d be safe here,”

“You will be,” Sheik agreed, trying to be comforting. “I can assure you of that,”

He hummed and snuggled back into his scarf.

“May I, if this isn’t overstepping, can I ask why you need somewhere to be safe?” Sheik asked after a moment.

He tensed up, eyes darting to him and at the doorway, and then back, wide eyes a little panicked.

Sheik was just about to apologize when the boy spoke.

“I ran away from home,” he admitted, looking away. “My uh, my parents aren’t, great people. I can’t go back, so I need somewhere else to go. Twi said I could be safe here, that his parents would fight for me,”

“They will,” Sheik said with enough conviction it almost startled him. “I know my brother, and he can’t turn away from someone in need, and his wife is the most strong willed woman I’ve ever met. You won’t find another pair of people more willing to go to war for you than them.”

He blinked at Sheik, then nodded, relaxing a little. “And, if my parents come for me?”

Sheik grinned. “My family is very rich, and we have a small army of very good lawyers. You won’t be going back there, I assure you,”

He smiled, and leaned over towards Sheik a little. “I’m Link,”

Of course you are, Sheik thought. He held out an arm for ‘Link’ to lean into, not getting attached to the name since it would be changing. The boy leaned into his side easily, deflating against him with a sigh. He looked so tired.

“Link,” Sheik asked carefully, watching his words. “Can I ask about the bruises on your face?”

The boy blinked up at him, biting his lip.

“They uh, my dad did that,” he admitted in a small voice, curling into Sheik’s side, and the sheikah pulled him in close to his side, hoping to provide the comfort Link was seeking. “Right before I left. I packed up and went through the window. My twin sister is still there, and I’m a little worried about her, but I can’t go back again. I, he,” he paused, sucking in a breath. Sheik rubbed his arm and side, trying to help him calm down, ignoring the tears on his shirt.

“I thought he was going to kill me,” Link finally admitted in a small, scared voice.

Sheik knew he never had very many parental instincts, and he and Ruto agreed no kids before they even got engaged, but for the first time ever Sheik felt that flare that Time and Malon described everytime something threatened their kids. It was then and there Sheik decided this boy would be part of their family, whether Time was the one who took him in or not. No kid should have to say that and mean it. No kid should be scared their parent was going to kill them.

Oh, the lawyers Sheik was planning on bringing down on whoever these assholes were would be many.

Time took the boy in, as Sheik predicted (thankfully), and sure enough the immediate support was immense. His parents never even put out a missing persons report. Sheik added child negligence to his list of growing charges to lay out.

Two months after Warriors moved in, he got a call from his sister. She got out and was safe now, and wanted to be sure he was as well. This made him very relieved. They met up once or twice, and seemed to be getting back to normal.

Two weeks later, Legend and Wild got suspended distracting Warriors’ parents so Twilight could sneak him out the back of the school. Four didn’t get suspended, but only because when Vio messed with the security cameras to cover up the escape he didn’t get caught. Time took all three out for ice-cream and junk food when he picked them up.

Lullaby saw an opportunity and took it without hesitation. Lawyers were called and organized, and without much wait there was an order for both of them to appear in court on child abuse and negligence charges. The kidnapping charge laid against them in retaliation was almost laughable.

A few weeks later, Time and Malon had full custody of Warriors pending a proper criminal trial for full punishment of his parents, at which time Linkle, Warriors’ twin sister, planned to testify as well. If they couldn’t get things settled before Warriors turned 18, then they planned to push through an adult adoption the day he did. A birthday present, Time had said. Lullaby laughed.

(---)

Sky was probably the most skittish of Time’s sons.

Lullaby wasn’t sure entirely why he was so skittish, but he was. He reminded her of a bird, or a rodent, or a cat who really, really didn’t want to interact with new people.

She had been briefed before she visited on Sky’s background. His social worker had been having trouble setting him up with a home where he’d stay for longer than a week or so, and in a last ditch effort had asked Time and Malon, with their long track record of housing troubled and unhousable youths, if they could take one more. They agreed.

Sky apparently had a friend, a bit of a troublemaker if Lullaby guessed correctly, who had gotten the two arrested. Time mentioned the event had Sky concerned about being ‘too much trouble’ and that ‘they’d get rid of him too’ or something. Time said this was ridiculous, as Sky caused him the least amount of trouble, but the boy was concerned about being thrown away again. He apparently had a few self-worth issues.

Lullaby found him on the back porch talking to the birds. Not in any human language, mind you, and Lullaby spoke many, but cooing and chirping back at them. He seemed very happy and at ease like that, singing at the birds.

“Do you mind if I join you?” She asked in a whisper during a pause in the conversation.

Sky jumped, eyes wide, and he squirmed a little when he saw her. “Uh, sure, I guess,”

She sat on the other end of the bench next to him, and calmly went back to watching the birds, and him interacting with them. He seemed much more at ease here than he did with people.

“Did you need something?” He asked, after a while, letting a blue jay grab a peanut from his hand.

“Not specifically,” she shook her head. “I had wanted to meet you, but nothing else,”

He blinked at her a little dumbly.

“Why would you want to meet me?” He asked.

“What do you mean?” She asked back, not sure what he was trying to say.

“Well, I mean, I’m not exactly special. And, it’s not like I’m staying,”

“I think you’re pretty special, most people can’t get birds to land on their hands like that,” Lullaby said gently, not liking how he spoke about himself. “And why would you think you aren’t staying?”

“I never stay,” he admitted, turning his eyes back to the birds, frowning. “No one ever considers me worth the effort,”

“You are very much worth the effort,” Lullaby countered, trying her best to keep her face soft instead of pinching up. “Trust me, however much effort you are, it is nowhere near the level of your brothers. Time wouldn’t have taken you in if he didn’t want you,”

“He’s just doing Impa a favour,” he said glumly, offering up more birdseed to the birds. “I won’t be staying forever,”

“I’m sure my brother has explained why that’s bullshit,” Lullaby said bluntly.

“But, I got arrested,” he mumbled.

“So have three of your brothers,” Lullaby pointed out. “Regularly. For much worse things. I promise you, that is not an issue,”

“But,”

“If you are going to say something bad about yourself again then I’m telling you right now I’m not going to listen to it,” Lullaby cut him off. “Time has told me a lot about you, and all of it is how much he loves you,”

“Really?” Sky looked up at her.

“You cause him the least amount of headaches of all his sons,” Lullaby smiled. “He adores you,”

Sky turned away, clearly trying to think that over.

“How about you tell me more about the things you enjoy doing,” Lullaby suggested.

“Huh?” Sky asked, turning back to her.

“I’d like to get to know more about what makes my nephew happy,” she smiled.

“Why?”

“Well, I’d be a bad aunt if I didn’t, especially since you’ll be sticking around,”

Sky looked like he didn’t believe her, but told her about his woodcarving anyways.

Lullaby was happy that as time went on Sky became less skittish and self-deprecating. He was a sweet kid, and as he got more comfortable and confident more of his true colours started showing through.

She felt a bit bad for Time, though. Apparently he was as prone to chaos as his brothers, he was just more subtle about it.

Time brought it on himself though. He should have known this when he adopted six boys.

(---)

The call about the next son had Lullaby’s head hitting her kitchen table, groaning loudly even when Ruto came to check on her.

Wild found a boy in the woods and they’d decided to keep him.

This was getting to be just a bit too much.

When Sheik and Ruto got to meet the boy, they were a bit taken aback. They had expected another Wild.

What they got was a quiet boy who mostly kept to himself. He was a bit shy, but he seemed to open up a bit more around Wild and, amusingly, Legend. He was a bit jumpy, but considering they had no idea how long he was in the woods that was expected.

What was surprising them most was that he did actually have a mother, who loved him very much, but who was very sick and so wasn’t able to actually take care of him, thus the wandering in the woods. His mother had been very worried, but physically unable to look. She had asked family to check but they gave up pretty quickly.

In light of her family being horrible for taking care of her son, and not knowing if she’d survive her illness, she asked Malon and Time if they could take care of her son for her since she clearly couldn’t trust her relatives and the boy’s father had abandoned them the moment she decided to keep him.

Time and Malon had taken one look at the boy and their sons, and agreed. They worked out an arrangement to keep the boy’s mother in the loop, and then they called Rauru. After which Time called his sibling.

This boy’s name was also Link. Sheik did not feel bad about laughing. Really, his brother had the weirdest luck.

They, for some reason, decided his nickname would be Hyrule. Why they decided to name him after the country, Sheik didn’t know. Apparently it was the only nickname he liked.

He had trouble reading, but he liked learning, especially if he could use what he learned to help people.

He fit right in, which made Sheik wonder exactly when his brother was going to stop adopting. He hoped it was before the ranch house ran out of room.

(---)

Eight. He stopped at eight.

Which was still too many, in Sheik’s opinion, but whatever.

The newest hellraiser at least didn’t come from the streets like almost all of the others.

This Link (because yes, his name was Link too) had recently lost his parents and his grandmother couldn’t financially support both him and his sister. So Time and Malon agreed to take care of him for her. The rest of their sons all acquired a grandma as well, it seemed.

They nicknamed him Wind, and he immediately latched onto his older brothers and started giving his new parents headaches.

When Lullaby and Ruto showed up next, she felt no sympathy for her brother. He brought this on himself.

She was more than a little pissed off when the brat stole her wallet though. Damn thief.

Time assured her that they’d talk to him about it. Lullaby wasn’t sure that’d help.

But, she reasoned, despite the chaos, Time was happy. Practically giddy. He lit up whenever he spoke about his sons, and he clearly loved them dearly.

Hylia had granted his wish for a family. She maybe went a bit overboard, but as long as Time was happy, so was Lullaby.

(---)

She wasn’t commenting on the ninth kid. She refused.

At least his name wasn’t ‘Link’.

[fatefulfaerie]

hi!! i love your writing, it's so good! i have a question: do you have any cute headcanons for zelink?

Oh boy

I don’t think you understand what you signed up for here

Like you didn’t specify a game

I’m going to have to go one by one

I mean it’s a fun activity but whew is it going to be a mess

I apologize in advance

Link’s Awakening

-Marin is a manifestation of Link’s crush on A Link to the Past Zelda

-Link does not die on the open ocean but gets saved by A Link to the Past Zelda on a big ship

-They suss out their past trauma and eventually fall in love, hence the famous picture in A Link Between Worlds

Ocarina of Time

-Link had feelings for Princess Zelda the moment he first laid eyes on her in the garden. It was a childhood crush then but over time, especially when he became an adult, he fell in love with the Princess.

-Link was ULTRA concerned that he couldn’t find the princess anywhere as an adult. He feared that he failed her and their plan and was so relieved when she revealed herself as Sheik. He even cried

-Zelda fell in love with Link during the time that she was teaching him various songs as Sheik. She denied it herself for a while but eventually she accepted her feelings and longed to be with him as Zelda and not Sheik, which is why she foolishly revealed herself to him

-Zelda felt too guilty to keep Link in her time just because of her love and wished to send him back to time where he could relive his childhood

-Link couldn’t muster the courage to confess and figured that him going back was what Zelda wanted, so he complied

-Zelda has to get over her regret and it  h u r t s

Majora’s Mask

-I believe that the “forgive your friend” applies to both Navi and Zelda. Link must forgive Navi for leaving him in his time of emotional need after being sent away by his love and he must forgive Zelda for sending him back and forcing him into such loneliness, grief, and almost uncopable trauma that to everyone else “never happened”

-Anju and Kafei foils Link and Zelda (It's a storytelling tool. It means they parallel each other inversely and are thus contrasted)

The Wind Waker

-they’re kids but...Link has a crush on Tetra

Twilight Princess

-this one is really complicated because I wrote a whole fic about it but basically after the events of Twilight Princess he becomes her knight attendant and they fall in love 

Phantom Hourglass

-Link realizes that his crush on Tetra is a crush on Tetra about halfway through the game. Linebeck says something snarky like “you didn’t know that? It’s so obvious” or something like that

-Tetra still sees him as the goofball he is

-As they grow older and mature a bit they go from good friends to full-on lovers

Spirit Tracks

-they both have BIG crushes on each other

Skyward Sword

-I don’t even know what to tell you 

-I literally wrote two books on the subject

Breath of the Wild

-they change by the hour and they all contradict each other

-Nintendo please give me clarity on Friday

-Okay but they also get married and have twins. Zelda is on bedrest and Link  tells her to stay put but she doesn’t listen and goes to where she was conducting experiments (all the way to Blatchery Plain) Link finds her and gets upset that she’s nine months and went all the way out there but she insists she’s fine. They sit and relax for a bit but it isn’t long until her water breaks. They kind of have a dejavu moment when Link says “if we can just make it to Kakariko you’ll be fine”, which is what Zelda said to a very injured link a hundred years ago a while before the “memory” started. Anyways, Link makes a joke like “why is it always here?”. She ends up having the twins at Dueling Peaks Stable. Link and Zelda each get to name one. Link names the boy Elijah and Zelda names the girl Wendy, deciding finally on not continuing the “Zelda” trend. Once Zelda has recovered, and once they get visits from Kass, Sidon, Riju, Yunobo, Teba, and basically the rest of Hyrule, Link and Zelda go back to their home in Hateno carrying their children lovingly in their arms.

-or something like that idk

Thank you so much for the ask!!

Did it satisfy your wildest dreams because I guess I could elaborate idk my head hurts from graduate school applications

[living-with-abhi]

Is Jamali Kamali Mosque still haunted?

Read There - https://www.livingwithabhi.com/post/must-visit-place-for-every-individual-jamali-kamali-mosque-tomb

My first genuine experience with Mehrauli Archeological Park was the latest year around October. That was the point at which I began to find out about lesser-known spots in Delhi. Even though I had visited some lesser-known landmarks prior in different pieces of the city too. As far as I might be concerned, the absolute first landmark that I visited was Qutub Minar.

The second landmark that I had the chance to catch wind of was Adham Khan's burial chamber which I visited double this year. I had no clue if there was a spot named Mehrauli Archeological Park. As far as I might be concerned, it was only the Qutub Complex and that is it.

In January, Jamali Kamali Tomb and mosque were the primary landmarks that I visited in MAP (Mehrauli Archeological Park) this year. The Indiana Jones in me took me to these ways.

At the point when I visited Jamali Kamali's burial place and mosque again in the principal seven-day stretch of December this year, I invested somewhat more energy, getting amazed by the engineering and plan that this landmark has conveyed every one of these hundreds of years.

I have been to Qutub Minar threefold in the day and once in the evening and each time I visited there, I passed before the Archeological Park which I had never known would hold such a fantastic legacy. The burial chamber and mosque of Jamali Kamali are the primary landmarks (however you will stroll along with the limit of Balban's burial place) which you will check whether you enter the recreation center from the Mehrauli Gurgaon street which is the fundamental access to the recreation center or regardless of whether you come from Qutub Minar metro station (Yellow Line).

It was awful for me to miss the burial place of Jamali Kamali for such a long time when I visited Qutub Minar. Even though the burial chamber of Azim Khan fascinated me, sitting on a rough plinth and being plainly noticeable from the street that to I had quite recently overlooked it during each one of those occasions. Landmarks like Jamali Kamali make me gaga for this city living with such legacies for quite a long time.

Being not very a long way from Delhi when I was in school, this capital city was about Red Fort and Qutub Minar. When I moved to Gurgaon in 2010, that radar extended somewhat more, and afterward, I moved to Delhi and presented myself to the unexposed parts of the city that I never read in secondary school history course books.

History of Jamali Kamali Tomb and Mosque – The Sufi Poet and His Disciple

When I say Delhi is home to hundreds of unknown monuments that lack proper documentation, Jamali Kamali's tomb, and mosque are no exception. Historians have different theories to establish the truth behind the history of Jamali Kamali's tomb and mosque. Yet, it is not certain if all those theories are true or not, and even if those theories are true, then to what extent? Moreover, you don’t want to believe more than one theory since you need a concrete source that can lay the foundation of the facts.

I went through an hour or so burrowing the data about the set of experiences behind the development of Jamali Kamali's burial chamber and the mosque however all I got was a sack loaded with realities with various speculations. Only one out of every odd hypothesis upholds the other. Subsequently, I gave up very much like others, since there are no verifiable records that can be accepted. Yet, there is no decision. As far as I might be concerned, large numbers of these realities seemed like fables.

I was perusing the blog entry composed by somebody. He has referenced plenty of hypotheses that history specialists have put for Jamali Kamali mosque and burial chamber. Indeed, before we talk about the authentic foundation of these landmarks, we should initially discuss Jamali Kamali.

It is said that Sheikh Hamid Fazlu’ullah was a Sufi saint and poet who was known by different names including Sheikh Jamal-ud-din Kamboh Dehlwai (Jamal Khan). Jamali was his pseudonym. He was born in a Sunni merchant family and came to India when Sikandar Lodhi was in power. He was known for his wonderful poetry. Sikandar Lodhi himself was a poet and it is said that he was so impressed by Jamal Khan’s poetry that he would get his work corrected by Jamal Khan.

Individuals called him Jamali since they were intrigued by the lovely words he would pen down. The Urdu word Jamal implies positive quality and excellence. Jamal Khan was a follower of Sheik Sama-ud-noise who was additionally a Sufi artist. At the point when Mughal crushed Lodhi and set up their force, Jamal Khan turned into the court artist during the standard of Babur and Humayun. He lived there till his demise.

The Urdu word Kamal implies wonder. Very little is thought about this other individual Kamali. He actually stays a secret. It isn't sure if he was Jamali's pupil or who he was actually. History specialists have put various speculations to build up the beginning of Kamali. However, a large portion of them are confounding and one thinks that it's difficult to trust in any of them. Since the two of them used to live respectively, it is said that he was named Kamali since it rhymed with Jamali. Also, that is the explanation the two of them are known as Jamali Kamali. Here are a few stories that I went over while finding out about Jamali Kamali burial place and mosque on the web:

– Kamali was a worker who served Jamali.

– Kamali was a writer and Jamali assumed praise for his verse.

– Kamali was Jamali's better half and later, she was depicted as a male.

– Kamali was Jamali's darling and the two of them were gay.

There is a great deal to be perused at this pointless to accept. Indeed, even Kamali's genuine name isn't referenced anyplace. Karen Chase has referenced their gay relationship in her book "Jamali Kamali – A Tale of Passion in Mughal India." I additionally read that Kamali kicked the bucket before Jamali.

Presently we should discuss the set of experiences behind the Jamali Kamali mosque and burial place. Since Jamali was a popular artist and Sufi holy person in the Mughal court, he had an incredible impact. If online realities are to be accepted, Humayun constructed Jamali Kamali's burial place after Jamali's passing. The landmark is supposed to be worked around 1528-29 and completed around 1536. Jamali was covered hereafter his passing.

Researchers likewise express that the verse that is referenced in Guru Granth Sahib had a place with Jamali. Baba Farid who composed the verse was a devotee of Qutubdin Bakhtiyar Kaki. Be that as it may, I don't know whether this depiction is valid or not. In this way, I am not getting it. If you know anything about it, do tell me.

Design of Mehrauli's Jamali Kamali Mosque and Mausoleum

The mosque of Jamali Kamali is set in an encased nursery. The mosque is worked of red sandstone alongside marble embellishment. The mosque has a chance lobby and a yard. The mosque has one vault and five curves just as a focal curve. As the curves move to the focal curve, their size increments. The focal curve is the biggest which has spandrels. These spandrels are enhanced with emblems. You will discover mihrab on the dividers just as engravings from the Quran. The edges of the mosque have octagonal pinnacles. The mosque has adorned arcades that actually hold the carvings and improvement however they have been endured at a few spots. The mosque is viewed as the heralds of the relative multitude of different mosques that worked during the Mughal time frame.

The burial place of Jamali Kamali is all around brightened. The level roof of the chamber is intensely brightened and put. The roof has been painted with blue and red ink just as it has engravings from the Quran. The dividers of the chamber have been improved with shaded tiles alongside sonnets composed by Jamali. The burial place has been enhanced wonderfully to such an extent that briefly, you will want to enter a gem box. There are two graves. One has a place with Jamali and one has a place with Kamali. These graves are fabricated near one another and on the off chance that you see them interestingly, you will imagine that the two of them were darlings.

The burial place of Jamali Kamali remains bolted and has been fixed to stay away from the pubic section. Since the landmark doesn't add anything to business the travel industry, in this way, the passage entryway of the burial chamber has been fixed. The dividers of the mosque have turned into love letters which you will see when you come here. Individuals have composed their names on the dividers which are pitiful. There is a demonstration in the constitution however not uphold.

Ticket and Timing of Jamali Kamali Tomb and Mosque

Jamali Kamali Tomb and mosque are among the landmarks to visit without a passage ticket in Delhi. The circumstance should be from 10 AM to 6 PM. You can without much of a stretch reach here from Qutub Minar metro station which is the closest metro station. Since it is situated in Mehrauli Archeological Park, there are a few different landmarks inside the recreation center which you should visit when you come here.

I visited the Jamali Kamali mosque and burial place in January 2020 interestingly. The second time I visited here was in the main seven-day stretch of December 2020. A considerable lot of the landmarks in the recreation center were shut while some were open which didn't sound good to me like Jamali Kamali mosque was open while Balban's Tomb which is simply inverse to the mosque was bolted. Rajao ki Baoli was open while an obscure burial place simply inverse was shut.

Myths About Jamali Kamali

There are a few fantasies about Jamali Kamali's burial place and mosque and these landmarks are known to be spooky. Individuals have encountered paranormal exercises here in obscurity. They have heard voices, creatures snarling, somebody's breath close to the ear, or they have had dreams of white lights and something frightful. It is likewise said that jinns live here. These are concocted stories as they were.

The burial place and mosque were revamped by ASI before the Commonwealth Games of 2010. The burial place and mosque of Jamali Kamali may not add to the standard of the travel industry of the city yet add a ton to the legacy. That is the explanation, for the most part, legacy darlings come here. You will not get any guide here. On the off chance that you need to investigate the recreation center and its landmark, possibly you should do it all alone or you need to contact the legacy walk coordinators in Delhi.

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[sapientiiae]

She knows well what clothes she’s stashed here, having come to view the Kakariko house as her home away from the castle. She’d spent enough time here between the two lifetimes that she took comfort in it, even if it did come with painful memories. Plus, it was a way to get out of the castle from time to time, and it offered a certain level of convenience as well. 

She’d fully anticipated he would pull out one of her traditional cloaks that had all been embroidered with the crest of the Royal Family, even if they were the simpler cloaks that had been a part of her wardrobe. So you could imagine her surprise when the dark cloak he plucks from its hanger is the one he drapes over her shoulders. This certainly wasn’t her cloak, and she’d even caught a glimpse of the Eye of Truth when he’d pulled it from the closet. 

Once again she is shivering beneath his touch, gaze lowered as she stares at the fabric that hung from her shoulders with appreciation. She’d even been close to saying something kind about the situation, but naturally Sheik manages to ruin the moment with his taunt. Immediately do her eyes snap back to him, gaze stormy as she is tempted to step on his foot in warning or give him a playful shove. 

“Very funny,” she hissed, knowing Sheik was aware of how much she loathed the use of such formalities. They’d been raised together — twice — and grown exceptionally close the second time around. Granted, it had taken Sheik quite some time to accept her request to be addressed by name rather than her title, but they’d grown well past the need for such procedures. Now he only did it when required in front of her advisors or to get under her skin. 

It still worked just as well now as it had years ago.

Her gaze softening, she nods as she takes the new advice and kinder words to heart instead. She even manages a smirk, which she poorly attempts to suppress, at the mention of her father’s parenting methods, even if it was a dreary topic. “Thank you for understanding. We may never see eye to eye on this — I should know that by now. But…you support me regardless.” 

With the cloak securely fastened around her neck, his hand drifts to her face so the back of it could graze her cheeks, a touch Zelda finds herself leaning into. Her hand even lifts, temporarily holding his in place as she closes her eyes, wanting to just relish in this moment; it was deserved after their quarrel of the morning. “I…will let this go…” she trailed with a nod, wanting to reassure him. “And I promise to try to refrain from starting our next fight so soon.” The words are said with her own teasing lilt, attempting to make the conversation a bit more light-hearted after all the strife as she released his hand. 

Her eyes were still closed when he moved to cradle her head and she felt the gentle kiss to her forehead. His lips are warm, and if given a choice, she would have chosen to freeze time so they could stay suspended like this for a bit. She does recognize his affection, and she knows in the end he means well, even if they do have differing stances on certain topics, Impa being the most controversial. 

Unfortunately, the flow of time is cruel as ever. Before long, and much to her distaste, Sheik is pulling away from the display of affection, his head turned to the side as he offers her a new truth. It’s one that comes as a surprise, but it provides comfort after she’d interpreted his refusal of wearing the necklace again the wrong way. “Your are important to me as well, Sheik. And I promise to put as much care into this necklace as every other gift you have bestowed upon me,” she swore. Thus far, there was the hair pin she currently wore, the bracelet she’d been relieved to have fixed, and now this necklace. 

Their eyes lock, ruby and sapphire, and her forehead crinkles as she gives him a soft smile and nod of understanding. If she promised to not hold grudges, then it needed to start now. She was all too willing to slip back into the normal comfort of their relationship. “I know how you feel about the Shadow Temple. I swear to stay behind you, not stray, and do exactly as you say,” she assured, reaching down to take his hand. Even if the entrance wasn’t meant to be dangerous, he would detect anything well before she did thanks to the Sheikah vision.

   There are of course a few royal cloaks in the closet, Zelda’s own usual traveling ones and then the single one that was his own alongside Impa’s own. Instead of grabbing one of the various white, pink and even gold cloaks that Zelda has stashed in the closet, he grabs Impa’s winter one and slides it off of the hanger. He shuts the closet and turns to face the Princess, swinging the cloak around her body and settling the dark blue fabric over her shoulders, the red Eye of Truth printed on the back largely. 

   As he drags his fingers across her neck again for the ties he starts gently fastening it in place around her neck. “Your Highness,” his tone this time is teasing, the barest hints of a smile twitching at the corner of his lips before he eases his words more gently and seriously. “Don’t hold the words in your heart. For all that I say to you about Impa, just remember that I am glad you had her support. You lost the Queen before you even got to meet her and the King–” he falters at how to continue that sentence without it being treason. “He’s not a steady father.”

   Impa had not been a loving and devoted mother to him, but she had been to Zelda, and the Princess was allowed to take comfort in that. To love his mother and to remember her fondly. 

   “More than that,” he continues softly, finishing the knot in the cloak. His right hand moved upward this time and Sheik gently brushed the back of his fingers along her cheek. “People fight, they argue, we are not an exception and we’ve had plenty before. Don’t hang onto it.” Those negative feelings, that upset and hurt, letting them fester rather than trying to work around the problem will only make the hurt worse. With all the arguments they’ve had, Sheik's learned that very well. That clinging to it doesn’t make the situation better. 

   His hand slipped along her face to cradle the back of her head and this time he learned forward to gently place a kiss to her forehead, letting his eyes fall shut as he savored the moment and hoped she felt the affection he had for her. Impa would always be the quickest way for them to argue, undoubtedly. Whether Zelda hoped talking about it might change the way he felt, the way he saw things or ease some of the pain he had over her–that wouldn’t ever be the case. The moments he had with his mother were short, fleeting and usually accompanied with pain. Talking about it never helps. Even though he would be the first to defend his mother, he’s also the first to get upset over her.

   Understanding why he was raised wasn’t the same as being alright with it. He’ll always wish he had something more from her, some reassurance that he had done everything he was supposed to and she wasn’t disappointed. But he never got that, and her last words to him were a reminder that he had to fill the place she left behind. That he wasn’t a child anymore. He can wish to the end of the world that he’s done that, but a part of him will always be certain that she would look at him and feel disappointment. He wasn’t, and never could be, everything she was.

   That feeling is often accompanied with the thought he wasn’t everything Zelda needed either. 

   If a day ever comes where he can interact with the civilians of Hyrule, where he can help Zelda in more than just an ear to listen to and a useful weapon, maybe that thought would change. Until then he carefully buries it away and just tries to be by her side as much as he can be and doesn’t bring Impa up to her.

   It’s the safest method. 

   When he pulled back from her he turned his head to the side and set his gaze on the basket on the table. “I didn’t give the necklace to you out of spite.” He adds, so she doesn’t get the wrong impression. “It is important to me, and so are you. I put it on you last night because of that.” Impa had never given him gifts really, at least not like that. Weapons, books, clothes, tools. The necklace had been different, and his words in regards to it had been cruel even if they were true as well. There was more to it though and she did deserve to know the full truth. The necklace was important, and he gave it to the person most important to him.

   He knows that she’ll take care of it. 

   Taking a breath he slid his gaze back over toward her and tried to let the lingering bits of awkwardness fall off of him. “We'll make this quick and then come back. I don’t like lingering in the Shadow Temple entrance, even if it shouldn’t be dangerous.” They wouldn’t go beyond the door, but taking her there still felt uncomfortable. The sooner they got in the sooner they could get out, and then hopefully next month he’ll do this again when she doesn’t notice. Save themselves the argument and the discomfort over the situation.

[nataliesnews]

Riots, demonstration in Kikar Zion, siren 12.5.2021

Netanyahu is no fool….he is very very clever and many of us had a suspicion of what he was leading up to. I would not be surprised if he calls a state of emergency and continues with his vicious policy of not caring for the county but doing his best to keep himself, his mentally ill wife and son out of jail. Sara Netanyahu once said she did not care if the country burned…and they have succeeded in bringing us to that pass. The first picture is a quote of hers from 2002…… “We will go overseas and the country can burn” and the second a cartoon saying “I said we would leave for overseas and then the country can burn….NOT BEFORE”

    This is a horrible morning. I am trying to put my thoughts into place. The whole country is burning. Tel Aviv. Suddenly after all the years of the south suffering and as they say, they were invisible it has become serious. I doubt that in Jerusalem there will be many more rockets. Maybe because of the holy places, Christian and Moslem, maybe because of the large Palestinian community. I feel guilty as I sit here quietly writing.

 Netanyahu has done a good job of seeing the Israel on fire. Closing the steps at the Damascus gate …so obvious it would lead to troubles. He knew that he only had to give a small push and with his friend the minister of police everything would develop as it suited him. The news media has also been given its instructions and except for Ha’aretz no other paper mentions what is happening on the other side. Today a comment was passed which many people probably did not hear or take in. That the army would target high rise buildings……in which many families live. The army gave messages for people to evacuate……where were they supposed to go and how many of them actually got the message as we have taken care to destroy much of their communication.

 Sunday I did not feel well and it was a furnace outside. Since the episode where I had memory loss and then straight after that had a cold ….many people here dafke in summer are also sick with colds….I feel a lack of desire to do anything.  So  I only went to the shiva for Cecelia in the evening.  My Spanish teacher. I doubt I will go on trying to learn Spanish. I feel as if something has gone out of me. I had a special relationship with her and she was also my friend. I cannot imagine another teacher or a group. And at the shiva it seems that many of her other students felt the same. And every day I hear from someone else who had studied with her.

 Monday I went out with Tag Maier to distribute flowers in the Old City to Palestinians. It was a difficult today because seldom do Ramadan and Jerusalem Day coincide.

 But this is no united city. So divided, Right and left, Palestians, Jews, Hareidi Jews, …united? And yesterday the schism was even clearer. The religious youth took over the city and their arrogance was unbearable. Some of our members gave flowers to them and when I asked one why she had done so, she said she had many interesting exchanges with some of them who did not even know what we were doing or why. But I saw some of them throwing the  flowers into the rubbish bins. No Palestinian refused us and accepted with a smile.

 In the evening I went to my Arabic lesson. I get a lift with Gershon and Edna Baskin and we had just sat down when we heard  a siren. It was faint at first and we looked at one another in bewilderment. Then we heard three loud bangs and realized it was serious. I wondered what was happening in Nofim. I wondered how all these people here, many of whom are less mobile and quick than I am even on the sticks would get down to a shelter. Later I saw the post that one should look for a safe place in your flat as there is very little time between the siren and the fall. So that question is where. My bedroom ….the glass door is next to the bed. The lounge….the windows again. The bathroom….the mirror and the tiles. The corridor is maybe the safest but there are all the painting and photographs in glass. I think the best place for me is next to my door and to put a blanket over myself. I am just sorry for the really old and incapacitated with their carers.  We spent the lesson learning all the words necessary for such an occasion. We came home to a quiet night and then all hell broke through.  Later: My cleaning lady said I should go and sit on the steps between one floor and another.

 Coming back there was an amusing incident. As I got out of the car I saw two girls putting coke tins next to the rubbish and I told them to give them to me. I explained to them what it was for and then the one girl said to me, “Are you from Balfour? Were you at Sheik Jarrar.” And again I know you have all been writing to me to stay home but when two teenagers tell me that they look up to me and for them it is important to see me at these places what can I say? Truly I don’t think I am in any danger. I keep to the sides or anything going on and I doubt that even our violent police would attack an old woman. But whom I am scared of is groups like Lahava or those yesterday on the march of the religious. I feel the hatred around us as I did last night with people calling us haters of Israel and traitors and bitches who fuck Arabs.

 Yesterday I went to the doctor as the time has come to deal with a hearing problem I have and then to the DCO which was very quiet. There is a young soldier there who has been very sympathetic towards us and is now being transferred. He brought his replacement out and this I do not put in my report. Nadav says that when he leave the army he will join Breaking the Silence. He said that his replacement is a good fellow so we are hoping that we will have the same relationship with him.

  I came home and then went to a play. “The Comedians.” It was very funny but I laughed looking at the audience as it was so appropriate for many of us. From a play by Neil Simon about two once famous comedians who are  now uber bottled. When I went out I asked three people to tell the organizer of the transport that I would not be joining them. Later she phoned in anger to ask why I was not on the bus!!! It was so appropriate. I had sat down to phone a friend and when I got up to leave the theatre which was by then pretty deserted I saw a really old lady with her carer sitting outside looking desperate. It turned out that the theatre had ordered a taxi for them and another couple had jumped in and taken it. Being the celebration of Id Il Fitir there were few Arab taxis and they are  a large part of the taxis in Jerusalem.  In the end I stayed with them until I managed to stop a taxi and put them on the way home. I gave them the number of Gett taxi which is more reliable.

 I walked down to the city and stopped at Balfour where some of the stalwarts were sitting. The demonstration at Kikar Zion started off with few people but soon grew. There was no talk of a march but then people did start walking down the main street and also on the tracks of the light train. I did not think that that was a good idea and walked along with them but on the pavement. The police arrived but did nothing. Then we came to Kikar Zion, to the square,  where we gathered and in no way were we disturbing pedestrians, the train or anything else. Then the police decided to attack. I think because where we were walking before there were passers by and wanted it to be where they had us to themselves. First of all they started pushing people back but then we saw that they had brought in the dogs and what dogs. Their trainers could hardly control them and the dogs also started fighting amongst themselves. You can understand how dangerous they were. They were real killers.  I have no photographs as everything was very volatile there and I did not want to put my sticks down. They also tried to sic them on to some people. Then they came with the horses….enormous . You have no idea. My question is why when we were obstructing traffic did they do nothing but attack us when we were not bothering anyone else.

 In the meantime Lahava and the other young fascists had started screaming at us…the police kept us separated but when the police managed to drive us off they left them celebrating in the square.

 I always stand to the back at such times but Eitemar who has stood with us at our demonstrations at Nofim refused to leave me and when one of the policemen seemed to be heading straight for us called to him and said that he was standing with me. He is one of those who is very watchful for me but I tell them to go and do their own thing as I do not want to be a drag on anyone. Last night I yelled at them and said that for 81 years I had been looking out for myself and I could still do so. But when the shunk came we were all away.

 Natalie

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[personnages]

may you never need to banish misfortune

once the twilight settles over Hyrule, time passes by slowly for the one left high in the castle tower.

a drabble (ramble) of princess zelda, featuring @sunlilted ‘s sheik.

Surrender or die.

Life... or death?!

After a while, when she awakens, it is no longer with a hammering heart and tightened breath. She blinks her eyes open in her cold bed, looks at the slumbering embers in the fireplace, and glances towards the windows to see the same amber dreariness and sticky blackness as yesterday. Her cloak is waiting where she left it, folded over the single chair remaining in the room, and after she changes out of her nightgown and unbraids her hair, she slides it around her shoulders, knotting the scarf at her chin before pulling the hood over her head. Zelda kneels at the fireplace and cups her hands around her mouth to blow at the embers; it won't sustain a true fire but it will be some warmth, at least, before she needs to add another piece of wood to it. She's running out of furniture she can dismantle, she knows. The table and its chairs were the first to be fed to the fireplace, then the armchair, then the dressing-table and finally the wardrobe. All that's left is the dressing-table's chair, pulled towards the window, a single chest, and her bed. The chest holds one other set of clothes and precious little else at this point. If she has to, she can sit on the chest, though the wardrobe was large enough that she hopes to stretch it for some time. Hopefully, she'll get by without having to sacrifice the chair.

The twilight is cold and seems to cling to her skin like stickiness, so it's a double blessing to wrap herself up in her dark, heavy cloak to stave off both sensations. And Zant seemed to enjoy seeing her enveloped in darkness, so he speaks to her less, taunts her less. Zelda has no intention of pleasing him, but if he'll leave her alone, then so much the better. He seems to be busier, anyways. She hasn't seen him at all in the past few days, something she both thanks the goddesses for and fears the consequences of.

Time is nearly impossible to measure, in the twilight. Days and nights are the same, that unyielding smoggy amber, patched with black specks that flutter through the air and shadow her steps. The guard, she thinks, comes about every two hours, even when she sleeps, locking and unlocking her door as it pleases, leaving it open or firmly shut according to its whims. Zelda's gotten used to waking before a time she's begun to call six in the morning, so that she can have some morning to herself. She used to awaken every time the guards would make their rounds, shadows drawing long under her eyes before she accepted that she would simply have to sleep through it. They rarely come into her room, anyways, as if something drives them away once they cross the threshold. So they content themselves with kicking the door open or slamming it closed, and she doesn't speak to them, acting as if they aren't there at all.

The first few weeks, she tried to leave her room in search of more furniture to use as firewood, only to discover that the tower steps were half-crumbling and burned out, smoldering piles of stone and wood. The guard had screamed at her from the bottom of them then, an inhuman howl emerging from its spindly maw like metal scratching against metal, and she'd hurried back into her room back towards the window, her heart hammering in her throat despite herself until the steps of the guard had faded away. She'd been able to smell the smoke, wet and heavy, and she guessed that the rest of the castle was as the tower: a burned-out shell.

So today, she coaxes a little more warmth from her fire and makes her bed, folding her nightgown under her pillow. Most of the coverlets had been stripped from it in the first few days, leaving her only with a single sheet to draw taut, but it's something to do. It's become one of the few rhythms of her days, counted in sets of guard rounds; in a few more hours, she'll kneel in front of the tattered banner left on the wall – they had tried to rip it down from the wall but somehow it had stubbornly stayed put, and so they'd left it – to speak her prayers to Nayru, Farore, and Din, and then to Hylia. If not for them, she might grow unused to speaking at all. Still, Zelda can never bring herself to say them louder than a murmur, her knees growing cold on the stones even through her cloak. After that, she'll sit at the window, walk her room occasionally, and wait.

From her window, she can see dim lights moving below, muffled as they are through the thick air. This tower looked down over the main square of Castle Town, the fountain in its center now stopped and dry. The spirits that used to be her people still move slowly around the square, anxiously going through what they think are their days, trapped and slowed by the twilight. The first few days, she could barely look at them without flinching in shame and fear, but now she gazes down at them to trace their routes around the square. Now, she's grateful they're still moving instead of slowly winking out, one by one.

There's a lot less that horrifies her now, she knows. If she stops to let herself be scared, then she may well never find the will within herself to keep waiting, to maintain her patience. She needs to remain unmoving, innocuous, to be nearly forgotten by the king of the twilight and his beasts. Zant's infrequent visits are a gift, for they let Midna come to her and tell her of her plans, and with the goddesses' favor they will give her enough time for either Midna or Zamir to find the hero and bring them to her.

She prays that both of them have escaped the shadow beasts, hopes that Zamir escaped the castle before it was gutted and burned. Midna has come to visit her a few times, seemingly laughing at the danger to herself, though she always leaves before the guard can catch her in Zelda's room. Zamir she has heard nothing of.

She reminds herself as she gazes steadily past the iron framework of the window that no news of him is good news. It means he hasn't been found and captured, for surely Zant would have crowed to her of such a victory. It means that there is still hope: that the hero will be found, and that the darkness will be driven out of Hyrule. The triforce crest on the back of hand is dim but shining, even through the gloves she wears, a reminder that she is one piece and that there will be two others.

It still unnerves her, sometimes, despite her desire to stay patient. Though she knows it is the wisest course of action for both herself and for Hyrule, waiting for the bearers of Courage and Power to come to her is not what she envisioned when the triforce had made itself clear within her. She is powerless in this situation, and though she hopes for the hero to come to her first, she knows it's more likely that Ganondorf will find a way through Zant. But neither of them have yet to make an appearance, as far as she can tell. She gathers precious little information nowadays, alone in her room, but Zant is not the bearer of the triforce of Power, though Zant feels suffused with it in a way Zelda still cannot quite parse. Sometimes she suspects that Zant, too, is waiting, though for what, she doesn't know. Zamir would be better at finding that out, but he isn't here.

The guard's steps clomp closer to her door, and the door – having been open when she awoke – is slammed shut, the key clicking in the lock. Zelda sighs and sits down in her chair, placing her fingertips on her temples for a moment and shutting her eyes before letting her hands fall back down to her sides.

She's been apart from her twin brother before – he has always had the ability to go where she cannot, and to be away from the castle for extended periods of time – but she always knew he would return and that he would be safe, in the end. But the last she saw of him, he was hurrying towards the back of the castle with Auru and a few others, heading not towards the town but the wilder provinces. She prays that decision saved his life, and that he, too, was able to resist becoming a spirit in some way. She tries not to let herself think of the possibility that Zamir, too, is motionless somewhere in Hyrule, a bead of light dimly caught in terror.

If Midna is not caught by the shadow beasts, and if Zamir does not become a spirit, and if one or both of them find the hero, and if the hero arrives before Ganondorf does... That line of questioning will lead to nothing but anxiety, and she knows that will serve no one, so she opens her eyes again. There's a muffled rumble and then it starts to rain, the drops tapping one-by-one on the glass before it comes down in sheets, lightning flashing through the air. The room becomes colder and Zelda rises to blow on the fireplace again, warming her hands against it, palms flat and splayed. The triforce is dim and steady on her hand, like always. Goddesses, guide my people. Watch over the hero. Watch over Midna.

Watch over Zamir.

Guide me in our darkest hour. She allows herself in this prayer, bringing her hands back within the sleeves of her cloak. Lend me the strength to do what I must.

[zelinkslullaby]

oot zelink is way,, too underrated, i'm disappointed, why do u like it the best?

I agree! I wish more people loved them 😭

I'll try to put this under a cut cause I could talk about them for DAYS

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They're my favorite for so many reasons. Link barely knew the outside world, or anyone outside the kokiri forest, but immediately accepted Zelda's request for help. He risked his life for her repeatedly, because he truly believed her and wanted to help this poor worried princess and her kingdom. And have you seen the mask sidequests and how you can show them to Zelda? The idea of him sneaking into the castle multiple times just to show her something cute/cool absolutely melts me! And then when hes frozen in time, I cant remember if it's the game or manga, but one of his first worries is what happened to Zelda and if shes safe!!

While she's disguised as Sheik, she assures him she is, relieving a worry that could distract him. (And I imagine it warms her heart to know he remembers her and is worried about her at all!) She helps him whenever she can along his journey. I imagine she wished to stay by his side through every step of the way, but couldn't risk revealing herself to Ganondorf.

And then back to Link, who had NO idea this would happen. That he'd lose 7 years of his life and have to face even harsher environments and battles. Everyday is probably a fight for survival in the way Hyrule is now. Yet... we never see him blame her. When she reveals herself and gets trapped in the crystal, he immediately runs up to her and starts banging at the crystal to get her out (or in frustration of being separated yet again)

They protect each other. That's just plain fact. Even though Link is the hero, when they're in kakariko and the shadow from the well is on a rampage, Sheik sternly tells him to stay back. When it attacks him, Sheik is right by his side when he regains consciousness, so we can only assume she rushed over to him as soon as he was attacked. After they win the battle against Ganon, the moment they sense something is wrong Link's arm is protectively in front of her in an instant.

He still fights by her side and trusts her judgment in the final battle and escape. When she asks for the ocarina to return him to his original time, he trusts her yet again, but I know if she wanted him to stay the way he was, he would happily without a second thought. It would take some getting used to, but you can just see in everything he does he wants to help her. And Zelda clearly cares for him and respects him as her hero~

At the end of the game, when he returns to the original time line, it shows him running up to her in the garden. From there I imagine they run into each others arms and cry in relief that Ganon is no more in the other time line, and theres still time to save this one. Once that is taken care of, there isnt a doubt in my mind that they begin a friendship. (Which is actually even referenced in Majora's Mask! It's when turns him back to normal and saves him from losing himself!) Wether he returns from Termina immediately or not, when they're reunited they're inseparable.

They're a couple who's love transcends time itself- nothing can keep them apart 💖💚

[katedoesfics]

Shadows of the Yiga | Chapter 26

Glittering Cloud - Imogen Heap

I'm not always like this, it's something I've become. A terrible weakness, in my nature, in my blood. Save me, oh save me, save me from myself, before I hurt somebody else again.

When Paya returned from warding the property, she found them gathered inside around a long table. A map was rolled open on the dining room table, and a tablet sat on top of the map. Zelda’s fingers scrolled along the tablet with one hand, and the other hand, she pointed to various places on the map as she explained the whereabouts of the Yiga Clan. She stood in the doorway, and Talon peered in over her shoulder.

“It seems my place is now the base of their secret operations,” he said. “Yer one of the good Sheikah, right?”

Paya nodded and smiled.

“Good,” he said as he straightened. “Don’t need ta get maself in trouble for harboring a wanted hero, yanno.” He shook his head as he continued on, not wanting anything to do with whatever plans they were brewing in his home.

Zelda turned her gaze to Paya. “Is the place warded?”

“Yes,” Paya said as she stepped into the room.

“Good.” Zelda turned back to the map. “Now that we know where their base is, we need to come up with a plan to infiltrate and destroy them.”

“What about fixing Link?” Riju asked. “Shouldn’t we do that first?”

“The Yiga Clan is our priority,” Link said.

“And what if they have a way to fix you?” Daruk asked.

“Do you really think the people that want to turn the hero against all of Hyrule will have a secret antidote?” Revali sneered. “What good would that do them?”

Kit nodded. “Way too convenient,” he said. “It won’t be that simple.”

Zelda hesitated. She didn’t exactly want to tell them the truth; not just yet. As long as she was outside of the city, she needed to keep up her disguise as Sheik. And she wasn’t ready to return to the city anytime soon. She knew Link needed to be saved, and quickly. She had hoped that the Champions could take out the Yiga Clan, and she could get her hands on the slate at the same time. If they knew about the slate, she feared they would be too focused on finding it, too distracted to appropriately deal with the Yiga Clan and thus putting them in danger. Not only that, but with the Champions attacking, it would leave the Yiga Clan distracted as well, giving her a chance to find the slate. Of course, her friends were too stubborn to make her plan so simple for her. To her relief, however, Paya stepped in.

“There's a spring,” Paya said. “In the Faron region. The spring of Farore. She is the embodiment of the Triforce of Courage. If there's a way we can help him, I'm sure it will be there.”

“Don’t you think we should try that first?” Daruk asked. His eyes narrowed on Sheik. “And then we can go after the Yiga Clan.”

“He’s right,” Mipha said. “We don’t know how long…”

“How long until the darkness takes over,” Riju finished for her. She wiggled her fingers in the air. “We don’t stand a chance against Dark Link.”

Link crossed his arms. “The Yiga Clan need to be dealt with first,” he said.

“They are a threat,” Revali said in agreement. “And there’s a very good chance there is no fix for Link. We can’t waste our time. If we eliminate the Yiga Clan first, then we’ll have all the time in the world to search for a cure.”

“And what if he turns on us before we can do that?” Urbosa asked.

“If I turn, I’m a dead man, anyway,” Link said fiercely. “And you’ll need to kill me along with the Yiga Clan.”

Urbosa frowned. “But if we can prevent you from turning -”

“I want them dead!” Link shouted. His fist slammed against the table. “I’m not fucking dying until I know they’re dead!”

The room fell silent. His words sat heavily in their minds as they turned their gazes to the map on the table. After a moment, Zelda spoke.

“I strongly urge you to take out the Yiga Clan now while you still can.”

“Who the fuck are you, anyway?” Revali sneered. He turned his angry gaze to Paya. “Why would you bring this random guy along?”

“Because Aunt Purah trusts him,” she said. “He has more intel on the Yiga Clan than anyone else.”

“Except for Dorian,” Daruk pointed out. “That guy’s actually working for them.”

“Look,” Zelda started. “I’ve been tailing them for a long time. They’re not only trying to get their hands on Link and Zelda, but they’re trying to restore the Shrine of Resurrection.”

“Zelda mentioned something about that awhile ago,” Urbosa said.

“It’s useless without an item called the Sheikah Slate,” Zelda said. “The Yiga Clan stole it from Purah. I was tasked to retrieve it.”

“Could it fix Link?” Mipha asked.

“We don’t know,” Paya admitted.

“Why didn’t you say something before?” Revali scowled.

“Because this is a mission that’s far too delicate for everyone to be involved,” Zelda said. “I know what I’m looking for. I can’t have you all tagging along and getting in my way.” She hesitated. “My hope was that you would take on the Yiga Clan and provide the distraction I need to get in, get the slate, and get out.”

“That sounds reasonable,” Daruk said with a nod.

“You could have mentioned that in the beginning,” Riju said, rolling her eyes.

“I know how you work,” Zelda said. “You think you can do everything yourselves.”

“I’d prefer that,” Revali said. “I don’t trust you. What are you going to do with the slate once you get your hands on it?”

“Purah and I will bring it to the shrine,” Zelda said. “If we can get it to work, we might be able to use it to our advantage.”

“What do the Yiga think they’re going to do with it, anyway?” Kit asked.

“It’s a healing shrine,” Paya said. “If they succeed in bringing Ganondorf back, they can use it to keep him alive and make him stronger.”

“Oh, is that all?” Kit muttered.

“So, it’s settled, then?” Urbosa asked. “We go in, destroy the Yiga, get the slate, and get out.”

“What if the shrine doesn’t work?” Riju asked.

“We can try the spring,” Paya said.

“And what if that doesn’t work?” Revali added.

Zelda frowned. She recalled Paya’s words to her. You must accept his death as a very real possibility. There may be nothing we can do to stop this.

“You need to kill me,” Link said, his eyes cast down on the table. “If there is no way to fix this, you need to kill me before I destroy Hyrule.”

Zelda’s lips pressed together. She pulled her gaze off of Link.

“There’s a very real possibility that this cannot be undone,” Paya said softly. “That is something you all need to accept.”

Revali grit his teeth together. “What are we doing wasting our time here?” he muttered. “Don’t we have a slate to find?”

“We need to talk to Zelda,” Urbosa said. “Is she aware of any of this? She should be here.”

“The Yiga Clan are searching for her,” Paya said. “She cannot be a part of this. She’ll be walking right into her death.”

“She needs to know what is going on.”

“I will keep her informed,” Paya said.

Revali regarded Paya and Sheik with wary skepticism. “Where is she?”

Paya hesitated. “She’s in the city.”

Revali drew his bow. “What did you do with her?”

“Revali,” Urbosa warned. “What are you doing?”

“Zelda has been gone for almost a week,” he hissed.

“What makes you think that?” Paya asked carefully.

“A trustworthy source,” he said as he narrowed his eyes on them. “Said she went out to try to find a way to fix Link.”

Link’s eyes darted to Sheik and Paya. His lips pulled back angrily and he quickly drew his weapon.

“Teba,” Zelda muttered.

Revali’s gaze narrowed further. “If you so much as touch him -” But he didn’t bother finish. He let his arrow loose, but Paya was quick to throw her arm to the side, throwing the arrow off course where it plunged into the wall.

“Enough!” Zelda shouted. “For the love of Hylia, Revali! I will kill you myself! I’m Zelda!”

Revali held his gaze on them. “Of course you are,” he sneered.

Sheik crossed his arms, and at that moment, Zelda’s piece of the Triforce began to glow on his hand. The room was quickly cast in a blinding light, causing the Champions to shield their eyes with their arms. When the light subsided, Zelda stood before them, right where Sheikah once stood. She regarded them with exhaustion.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Revali barked.

“The Yiga Clan are hunting me,” she hissed. “I can’t exactly just waltz around Hyrule, you know!” Her hands balled into fists at her side. “Why do you have to ruin everything? You’re all so damn stubborn!”

Link sighed and pocketed his weapon. “We’re stubborn?” he said. “You took off without us.”

“Like I said,” Zelda sneered. “I know what I need to get. You’ll all just slow me down and fuck everything up.”

“Hey,” Riju started. “We’re a team. We’re capable of doing this together.”

“You’re not part of this,” Urbosa hissed at her. She turned to Zelda. “But she’s right. You could have told us what you were doing.”

“Would you have stopped me?”

“Yes,” Link said. “Do you know the danger you put yourself in?”

“No one had a clue who I was,” Zelda said firmly. “I was not in any danger.”

Link threw his arms up in exasperation. He turned and left the room, making his way outside to fume angrily. Zelda was the first to follow him outside, with the others on her heels.

“Look,” she said when she reached him outside. “We’re on thin fucking ice right now. My father will do anything to get his hands on you. He will kill you if he has the chance. I’m doing everything I can to keep that from happening.”

“You went behind my back,” he hissed. “You could have gotten killed.”

“We didn’t confront them,” Zelda said. “We simply found their hideout. I never planned on going in without you guys. But we couldn’t exactly all go into that damn desert searching for something. I had an opportunity and I took it. And now we know where they are. Now we can take them on and get what we need.”

“You lied to me!”

“I didn’t lie,” Zelda snapped. “Goddesses, Link. You want so badly to be a part of this, but there’s nothing you can do. Don’t you see that? You’ll just get in our way! We can’t defend you and try to defeat the Yiga Clan. Stay out of this!”

Link stared at Zelda, his anger boiling through him and clouding his mind. He cursed under his breath. He was losing control. He could feel the darkness taking over him again. He dropped to his knees as it surged through him. Zelda dropped beside him, calling to him, but he could no longer hear her voice.

Mipha pulled Zelda backwards and out of the way as the darkness took over Link. His red eyes flashed up at them, and he lunged at them. Daruk’s red barrier quickly sprung up around them, knocking Link backwards, and Link turned his furious gaze around to the rest of his friends. They stepped back warily as he regarded them. He lunged at Revali, who was the closest to him, but Revali was quicker, stepping out of the way and letting his elbow smash the back of his head.

Link stumbled forward, but was quick to catch his balance. He threw his arm to the side and the ground began to tremble. But before he could finish his attack, Revali lunged at him, his blade slicing across his gut. He turned and caught Link as he fell backwards, his arm wrapping around his neck. But a strong force shot out from Link’s body, and Revali was thrown backwards into the side of the barn, where he fell limp.

But before Link could turn around to make his next attack, Daruk pinned him against the wall. His strong hand wrapped around Link’s throat. Link struggled against him, but even in his powerful, darkened state, his strength did not match Daruk's. Daruk pressed against him until Link began to choke and sputter under the pressure to his chest and neck. Only then did his struggles slow and quiet, and Daruk loosened his hold slightly.

“Come on,” he growled to Link. “Snap out of it!”

Link's red eyes narrowed on Daruk, and once more his struggling resumed. Every time he pushed against Daruk, he pushed back harder, stronger, until Daruk's grip fell away and he stumbled backwards. He looked up in horror as Link approached him, and he immediately surrounded himself with his red shield.

Link raised his left hand. The Triforce piece that once shone brightly had turned dark and began to pulse. Link thrust his hand to the side, causing a force to thrust Daruk off his feet and sliding against the ground until he hit a clustering of boulders, hard enough to cause them to shatter and crumble.

He picked up his dagger and his gaze fell upon his next target. Mipha stood with her own dagger in hand, held up in warning, but Link ignored the shaking dagger as he stepped forward.

“Link,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Don't do this. I know you're in there, Link. Fight it!”

She gripped the dagger with both hands as he closed in until the tip of the blade rested against his chest.

“I won't do it,” she sobbed softly. “Please, Link. Don't make me do it.” She pressed the dagger harder into him, only enough to slightly break the skin.

Link looked down at the dagger, then back up to meet Mipha's gaze. In one, swift movement, he knocked the blade from her grasp and wrapped his fingers around her throat. Mipha clawed desperately at his hands as she gasped for air, but his fingers only tightened, cutting off her airway completely. She could feel herself fading fast at the hands of the man she loved. She met his gaze, but she could not see the blue eyes she had once found comfort in. She choked out his name one last time, pleading with him.

And then his grip loosened. His hand fell away from her throat and she collapsed to the ground, gasping desperately for air. Her hand moved to her throat, bruised and tender from his hard grasp, and she rubbed her fingers against the marks that were left there.

“Mipha.”

Her gaze met familiar blue eyes. Link stepped backwards, his face whitened in horror at the realization at what he had done.

“Link,” she breathed. “You're okay.”

Link took another step backwards, his head shaking. He quickly looked around himself. Revali was unconscious on the ground. Daruk was still on the ground, groaning as he tried to sit up. Paya, Zelda, Urbosa, Riju, and Kit stood grouped together, Paya at the front to defend them. He dragged his palms down his face, muttering to himself.

Mipha hurried to her feet, grabbing his wrist in her hand. “Link-”

Link pulled his wrist out of her grip. “Don't!”

Mipha hesitated, her arm still stretched out towards him. “Link...”

“Stay away from me,” he hissed. “Don't you fucking come near me.”

“Link,” Mipha begged. “Wait a minute. Please. Just wait.”

Link's eyes darted around once more. His friends regarded him warily, watching his every move. And as they should be; he had tried to kill them all.

His stomach churned sickeningly and his head began to spin. He took another step backwards, his heel hitting the edge of his blade. His eyes moved to the dagger and in that moment, he saw his only escape. He scooped up the dagger, holding it out before him, his hands shaking. He took another step backwards, followed by another, then another, until he hit the wall of the barn.

“No!” Mipha shouted to him.

But before Link could plunge the blade into him, it was knocked out of his hands. Revali was suddenly at his side, hunched over in pain and gasping for breath, but the blade was now in his hands. Revali dropped to his knees, but glanced up at Link with fury in his eyes. His lips pulled back in a pained snarl.

“Don’t think you’re doing us any favors,” he hissed. He tossed the blade aside as Mipha hurried over to them and started to heal him. From across the way, Daruk was already back on his feet.

Before Link could even think to react further, Kit was pulling his arm and guiding him away from the others. His hand gripped his shoulder hard when they stopped, and Link realized then how weak his knees felt, though he forced himself to remain on his feet.

“I can’t do this,” Link said softly. “I’ll kill someone. I can’t, Kit. I can’t.”

“Stop,” Kit hissed. “They won’t let you, alright? You know that. We can fix this.”

Link glanced warily at Mipha. She and Revali were both on their feet again. Revali regarded him carefully, but Link’s gaze was on the bruise on Mipha’s neck. She tore her gaze away and her hand moved to her neck to cover it.

Zelda jumped as her phone rang. Her fingers fumbled for the phone in her pocket, answering it quickly when she saw Teba’s name on the screen. She answered with a simple “Yeah?” Her brows furrowed as she listened. Her head nodded and after a moment, she ended the call.

“We need to get back to the city,” she said, turning to Paya and Urbosa. “We won’t be long. When we get back, we’re going straight to the Yiga Clan.” She met Urbosa’s gaze. “Don’t let him out of your sight.”

Urbosa nodded wordlessly and in a snap, Paya and Zelda were gone.

[strad-214]

Ocarina of Time Fan Fic: Chapter 2: Back to Normal?

Sorry that I'm posting this later than I promised. Like I said, college student, I have my priorities. Also, still havn't fixed that of italics issue, so, the inner thoughts are still indistinguishable from the narrative, sorry. Again, if anybody reading this has depression issues, PTSD of any kind, or survivor's guilt, please don't read this story line. And if you do suffer from such, remember that you are loved and never alone.

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Link and Zelda, together again.... sort of. She wasn't the same Zelda he knew, she was... different somehow. They were both different somehow. Link couldn't place his finger on it, but he feared that the lack of a real danger was enough to change how they would come together.

The one remarkable thing was that he was able to convince her to hear him out; Link told her everything. She didn't remember exactly, but she believed his story and understood what had happened, even though "there is no man named Ganondorf." Second week being back, told anyone who would listen, hearing that in response was getting old.

No matter... Link thought to himself. Impa and Zelda believe me, that's all that matters. Impa even seemed to imply that she knew exactly what Link was talking about. Perhaps, one day, she would reveal more.

Well, one day came, and instead of Impa revealing more, the King suddenly was swayed. Three months in being back and serving the King as the youngest soldier in the King's service, Link received a summons to come to the castle. Once again, Link packed for the trip and left Kokiri Forest for the castle with Epona. As the pair walked to the castle, he thought of how Epona had come to him right away when he visited Lon Lon Ranch for "the first time". She almost seemed to recognize him. For this, Epona immediently bacame the most precious thing to him, and Malon and Talon where more than happy to give her away to him. She was still too small to ride, but walking around Hyrule together was more than enough for him.

After staying at Lon Lon Ranch for the night, Link arrived at the castle by noon on the second day. He took Epona to the stable where Zelda was no doubt waiting for him... but when Link dropped off Epona, she wasn't there. Concern immediately invaded his thoughts. He grabbed one of the stable men and asked him where Zelda was.

"How should I know brat? Get out of here!" The man pushed Link out of the way and muscled by. It took every ounce of self control not to shout at the man, Link kept forgetting that he was now a young adult trapped in a boy's body.

After cooling off, Link wandered around the castle, trying to find anyone who could direct him. But the usually bustling castle seemed desolate now. What happened here... he wondered. Perhaps the Gerudo King was here and now he was too late to stop him.

Link rushed to the audience chamber with sword and shield drawn, he didn't know what he was getting himself into, but he knew he was going to do what he could to prevent--

Trumpets blared as he entered the front of the audience chamber and what must've been every knight and guard and towns-folk in Hyrule stood at attention. At the end of the room, in front of his throne, stood the King of Hyrule and Zelda stood at his side.

"Link!" The King called down the hall. "Step foreword, son." Stunned, and incredibly confused, Link sheathed his weapons and humbly walked down the hall of Knights and soldiers. He now stood before the King and Zelda who in her arms held a pillow upon which sat a silver ring inlaid with an emerald.

"Kneel before me." The King ordered. Link immediately obeyed. The King held out his hand over Link's head

"The visions that we were blind to would have come to pass where it not for you and and my daughter. We, now know this." Link glanced up and six old, bearded men in robes stepped foreword baring the seals of the six temples around their necks. This reality's sages.... Link thought.

"Hyrule owes you a debt it could never re-pay, Hero of Time." The King bestowed. "Rise, Ser Link, and take your signant ring." Link stood up and found Zelda standing before him. She had a large smile on her face

"Congratulations!" She whispered excitedly in the smallest voice. She bowed her head as Link gently took the ring and examined it. It looked just like the Spiritual Stone, the Kokiri's Emerald. "Put it on!" She whispered! Link nodded and did as he was told.

"Accepting this ring makes you, Ser Link, the sole protector of Hyrule. May we prosper under your careful watch!" The King stepped forward now and addressed the mass of people.

"Good people of Hyrule! I present to you, Link! The Hero of Time!" The Audience Chamber erupted in thunderous applause. Link wasn't even sure how to react, his whole body felt numb. According to this reality, nothing actually happened, so... I don't actually deserve this.... Link stood there feeling ashamed as ackalaides washed over him, acknowledging that he just undid what his Zelda had sacrificed for him.

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"-- and you will need to appear at court when matters of Hyrule's security are to be discussed." The right hand advisor to the King had been informing Link of the duties that came with this new authority. The party that followed Link's awarding was proving to be less of a party for him and more of a lecture. Everyone else was roaming around and talking, even the King and Zelda were. Not Link, Link was getting told how to run his own life again.

"Yea yea, I get it. Might we do this some other time?" Link finally requested.

"Oh, of course! I would be delighted to continue this conversation at another point in time, Ser Link." The right hand acknowledged. Link just looked at him and blinked.

".... don't call me that." He muttered as he stormed off and out of the audience chamber. He headed off towards the stables to get Epona; he already had enough of this and wanted things to go back to the way they were.... the way they were....

He caressed Epona's snout tenderly and contemplated on dropping the ring here and leaving forever. He contemplated on just going into the Lost Woods and never coming out again. "... but then I wouldn't have you, would I? I could never ask you to leave home like that." He assured Epona out loud.

"Why would you leave?" Zelda's small voice reached Link's ears. He sighed and turned around to see the Princess standing there looking concerned.

"I... I just needed some air. I couldn't take that party anymore." He tried to assure her. But he wasn't even convincing himself.

"You said leave home. Why would you leave Hyrule?" Zelda asked. "I thought you wanted this...."

"I didn't... well, not like this anyway." Link answered. "I didn't want to be given any honors, I didn't want to be celebrated. I just... just..."

"Just what?"

"I don't know, okay?" He insisted. Zelda took a step back, she looked hurt by this. He almost didn't care... but the look on her face was destroying him. ".... I'm sorry, I just... I don't know what to make of my new reality... it's so hard...."

"I understand. " Zelda said strongly, walking towards him now. "You're scared..."

".... yes, very." Link admitted.

"Courage is acting even though one is horrified." Zelda wrapped her arm around his shoulders and stood at his side. "You taking that ring is proof, you are very courageous, Ser Link." Link blushed and scowled.

"Do you have to call me that?" He asked.

"You'll get used to it." Zelda assured as she kissed his cheek. At that very moment, Link felt relief, more relief than he had felt since he had gotten back, and she could tell.

"Feel better?" She ask.

"... yea, a little." A small smile found it's way on to his face.

"Good!" She now completely hugged him, and he hugged her back. Her embrace felt like home. He hadn't felt this happy since Sheik revealed himself to be Zelda on the other side. She stood back and looked him in the eye, a playful smile lit up her face.

"Tomorrow morning is the first day you would need to be in court, then, after that, you and I are going to go on an adventure!" She declaired happily.

"Where?" Link asked, suddenly excited by the prospect of exploring.

"Let's start with Castle Town and see where the day takes us!" Zelda suggested. "See you tomorrow! Don't wander too far, you need to be here bright and early tomorrow morning!" Zelda bounced off back into the castle.

Link fondly started remembering how he and Zelda first met last time; they ran into each other in Castle Town and she was in disguise, they played all day and had a wonderful time.

That can happen again.... Link wondered. Everything seems to be returning to normal. He thought. The presence of the ring on his hand drew him to look at it again. .... almost normal.

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This is an edit to the post: Hope you all enjoyed the set up! The rest is going to come in waves as I have a lot to do... often. Shout out to @linkeduniverse for inspiring the story!

[inhumansforever]

Ms. Marvel #29 Review

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Bruno’s back and Kamala becomes an aunt in the latest issue of Ms. Marvel from the creative team of G. Willow Wilson, Nico Leon and Ian Herring.  Recap and review following the jump.

Things have been rather hectic of late, with Ms. Marvel and her pals having to take on the evil Inventor... but the villain has been defeated and now the real drama is ready to ensue. 

The story starts off at the maternity ward where Kamala’s sister-in-law, Tyesha, is about to give birth to her and Aamir’s child.  It’s an intense ordeal, too much so for poor Aamir, whose kicked out of the delivery room after he faints.  Fortunately, everything turns out fine and it’s not too long before Kamala is introduced to her nephew, Malik.  

Aamir is overwhelmed by the joys and terrors of parenthood.  Within an instant he is dedicated heart-and-soul to this tiny human and is just consumed with the anxiety that he can never live up to the extreme pressures of being the ideal parent.  

Kamala, meanwhile, is on cloud nine.  She’s in love with little Malik, loves being an aunt, and it all just fills her with a bubbling joy.  Some time later, she goes out on patrol as Ms. Marvel and just dances across the rooftops, feeling like a Disney princess in the first act of a movie where they sing and dance over the joys of their lives.  

It’s all interrupted when The Red Dagger jumps in to join her.  Ms. Marvel has had mixed feelings about this mysterious young hero who has so suddenly relocated from Karachi.  She feels a bit defensive toward him in that he sometimes acts in a way that has made Kamala feel as though her idealism stems from a place of  naïveté.   Yet Red Dagger catches her off guard, when he professes how much he had missed her, how he’s thought about her constantly and just feel that she is wonderful.    

Kamala is often very hard on herself and to hear this debonaire hero profess such admiration kind of sweeps her off her feet.  Before she knows it, she and Red Dagger are kissing atop the minimart.  Kamala’s first kiss!  And it’s a good one.  

Yet the romantic moment is cut short when Ms. Marvel realizes they are being watched.  She looks down to see Bruno, who has just arrived back from Wakanda, glaring up at her... clearly alarmed to see his longtime crush making kissy-face with some handsome stranger with perfect hair.  

Bruno had been living in Wakanda and his school in the Golden City has gone on break.  He’s returned home in order to try to figure out his future - should he stay in Wakanda or return home to Jersey.  He’s accompanied by his roommate, Kwezi, who has taken the opportunity to explore America.  

Kamala and Bruno meet the next morning before school.  They catch up, likely hoping that they can slip back into being lifelong friends the way things had been in the past.  It’s not to be.  Too much as changed.   Bruno is in love with Kamala, he has been for as long as he can remember.  Kamala had believed that Bruno blamed her for the accident that left him so badly injured.  And though she’s very happy that he no longer hates her, it’s clear that Bruno still doesn’t agree with Kamala’s double life as Ms. Marvel.  He wants things to go back to how they were; she wants him to accept her for who she is.    

In Bruno’s rush to come see Kamala, he has entirely forgotten that when he initially left for Wakanda, he had basically abandoned his then girlfriend, Mike.  Mike sees him when she arrives for school and it is crushing for her.  It’s quite clear to her that she hasn’t at all been in Bruno’s thoughts and she runs off in tears.  Bruno doesn’t seem especially phased by it, more intrigued in learning that his classmate Zoe has recently come out as gay.  

As all this unfolds, Kamala and the gang are also introduced to a new student at their school… a brash, glamorous and conceited ‘mean-girl’ named Kaylee Kirk.  She’s a total snob, but also quite attractive, and she very much catches Zoe’s eye (much to Nakia’s chagrin; she’s not going to stand by and watch her bestie fall for such poorly mannered glamortant).   

Artists Nico Leon does a great job at capturing the look of abject befuddlement on Bruno’s face as he takes in all that has changed in his absence.  

After school, Kamala catches up with Bruno at the Circle Q, where they continue their conversation.  Bruno explains the ways in which Kamala’s becoming Ms. Marvel was so difficult for him.  They had been such close friends, but Kamala’s priorities changed after she went through Terrigenesis.  She became a masked superhero and Bruno was cast down to the trusty sidekick - a role that left him feeling unappreciated and left behind.  

Hearing Bruno express his feelings in such a straight forward manner has a dramatic effect on Kamala.  It all leaves her hugely confused and conflicted.  She dashes away, b-lining to her local Mosque to seek council from her Masjid, Sheik Abdullah.   

This is where the issue really comes to life.  

Sheik Abdullah is such a wonderful character and his depictions have always maintained a near uncanny balance of humor, poignancy, snark and reverence.  Furthermore, the conversation he and Kamala have re-centers the story back onto Kamala and her ongoing struggles to grow, learn and become the best person she can.  

Navigating around keeping her dual identity a secret, Kamala explains that she had kissed a boy, might actually love a different boy, and doesn’t have the faintest idea what to do.  

Sheik Abdullah has to admit that when it comes to young romance he often feels it represents a great failing in his effort to guide those who come to him for advice  When one is young, everything felt so monumental, romantic interests were overwhelming and seemed the biggest thing in the world.  As one grows older, however, recollections of the intensity of young love tends to fade, leaving the older generation Ill-suited to truly relate to these confused, love-struck kids.  It becomes essential for someone in Sheik Abdullah’s place to think back and fully remember what it was like to be so young, how every decision felt unbearably crucial and world-changing.  

Ultimately, Sheik Abdullah’s guidance is that Kamala should slow down, understand that she has room to make mistakes, and follow her heart as best she can.  It’s sage advice.  

Elsewhere, Zoe seeks out new girl, Kaylee Kirk.  She just wants to be friendly, welcome Kaylee to the school.  Kaylee is disinterested in any ovations toward being friends  She’s angry, she’s mean, and it would appear that she possesses super powers.  In the heat of barking her dismissal of Zoe’s friendship, Kaylee clutches at the metal of the school lockers... squeezing and contorting the metal as though it were a soft clay.  She then marches off leaving poor Zoe feeling rather alarmed.  

I’ve no idea who this Kaylee Kirk is, what her deal is nor the nature of her apparent super powers.  With her being so angry, so mean, and so strong, however, it’s a rather good bet she may quite soon become a threat that our hero, Ms. Marvel, with have to face off against.   Unfortunately,  this matter, along with Kamala’s romantic crisis will have to wait until next issue.  

There were some parts of this issue I quite liked, as well as a few I didn’t at all care for...  

I enjoyed the change of pace, focusing more intently on Kamala’s emotional development and struggle with the onslaught of feelings that are so endemic to being a teen.  After her relative absence in the previous arc, it was nice to see Kamala and her inner life so center stage.  

And her discussion with Sheik Abdullah was the highlight of the issue, managing to be both funny, touching and profound all at the same time.  I liked the way in which Sheik Abdullah’s advice paralleled with Aamir’s being so overwhelmed by the prospect of parenthood.  The advice Kamala gleaned could just as easily apply to Aamir and his own struggle.  Every stage of life can feel like a bombardment... the only way forward is one step at a time, learning gradually, understanding perfection is unattainable, and just trying to do the best you can.  

As for what didn’t work so well for me, I found the pacing a bit off  The narrative made some odd jumps and the scenes didn’t move with the same degree of effortless fluidity that I’ve come to expect from this book.   Kaylee Kirk’s introduction felt obtrusive, characters seemed to be coming and going all at once and Kwezi was sort of wasted as comic relief (though he did have some very funny lines). 

Nico Leon’s art was terrific as usual, yet his line work and panel composition is not as crisp and dynamic as it had been in the previous arc.  

These quibbles on my part may be just that, quibbles... small, unimportant complaints that actually stand in for what actually rubbed me the wrong way.  That being that I just don’t really like Bruno.  

I know I’ll catch heat from pro-Bruno Ms. Marvel fans out there, but for me the character just kind of perturbs me.  Yes, he’s had a difficult life, but I don’t think he’s treating Kamala fairly and I’m rather disappointed to find that Kamala may actually have feelings for him.  

His relationship with Kamala all too often feels transactional... like he feels deserving of her love because he’s been a good friend.  The injuries he sustained in the civil war II story were entirely his own fault, yet he blamed Kamala; he basically got Kwezi to help him by acting pathetic and eliciting pity; the way he has treated/is treating Mike is altogether inexcusable.  

I’m likely not being fair here... but I just don’t like Bruno.  

I’d much rather Kamala not have a romantic interest, or her be with Kareem as opposed to her being with Bruno, whom I see as kind of manipulative and self-centered.  

Here of course I’m speaking entirely as a fan with a fan’s opinion and not some objective reviewer.  We’re closing in on fifty issues of Ms. Marvel and she has definitely become a fictional character I care a great deal for.  And as such, I want the best for her and feel quite protective.   I guess I’m worried Bruno will end up hurting her.  

And it’s hard to tell if my distaste for Bruno has acted to diminish my enjoyment of this issue as a whole.  As such I’ll give it two scores.   A more objective four out of five Lockjaws; as well as a less objective, more gut-felt two out of five Lockjaws.  

Either way, it’s nonetheless very much recommend.  

[dfroza]

Today’s reading from the ancient book of Proverbs and book of Psalms

for September 10 of 2021 with Proverbs 10 and Psalm 10, accompanied by Psalm 83 for the 83rd day of Astronomical Summer and Psalm 103 for day 253 of the year (now with the consummate book of 150 Psalms in its 2nd revolution this year)

[Proverbs 10]

The wisdom of Solomon:

When wisdom comes to a son,

joy comes to a father.

When a son turns from wisdom,

a mother grieves.

Gaining wealth through dishonesty is no gain at all.

But honesty brings you a lasting happiness.

The Lord satisfies the longings of all his lovers,

but he withholds from the wicked what their souls crave.

Slackers will know what it means to be poor,

while the hard worker becomes wealthy.

Know the importance of the season you’re in

and a wise son you will be.

But what a waste when an incompetent son

sleeps through his day of opportunity!

The lover of God is enriched beyond belief,

but the evil man only curses his luck.

The reputation of the righteous

becomes a sweet memorial to him,

while the wicked life only leaves a rotten stench.

The heart of the wise will easily accept instruction.

But those who do all the talking

are too busy to listen and learn.

They’ll just keep stumbling ahead

into the mess they created.

The one who walks in integrity

will experience a fearless confidence in life,

but the one who is devious

will eventually be exposed.

The troublemaker always has a clever plan

and won’t look you in the eye,

but the one who speaks correction honestly

can be trusted to make peace.

The teachings of the lovers of God are like

living truth flowing from the fountain of life,

but the words of the wicked

hide an ulterior motive.

Hatred keeps old quarrels alive,

but love draws a veil over every insult

and finds a way to make sin disappear.

Words of wisdom flow from the one with true discernment.

But to the heartless, words of wisdom

become like rods beating their backside.

Wise men don’t divulge all that they know,

but chattering fools blurt out words

that bring them to the brink of ruin.

A rich man’s wealth becomes like a citadel of strength,

but the poverty of the poor leaves their security in shambles.

The lovers of God earn their wages for a life of righteousness,

but the wages of the wicked are squandered on a life of sin.

If you readily receive correction,

you are walking on the path to life.

But if you reject rebuke,

you’re guaranteed to go astray.

The one who hides his hatred while pretending to be your friend

is nothing but a liar.

But the one who slanders you behind your back

proves that he’s a fool, never to be trusted.

If you keep talking, it won’t be long

before you’re saying something really wrong.

Prove you’re wise from the very start—

just bite your tongue and be strong!

The teachings of the godly ones are like pure silver,

bringing words of redemption to others,

but the heart of the wicked is corrupt.

The lovers of God feed many with their teachings,

but the foolish ones starve themselves

for lack of an understanding heart.

True enrichment comes from the blessing of the Lord,

with rest and contentment in knowing

that it all comes from him.

The fool finds fun in planning to do wrong,

but the wise delight in having discernment.

The lawless are haunted by their fears

and what they dread will come upon them,

but the longings of the lovers of God will all be fulfilled.

The wicked are blown away by every stormy wind.

But when a catastrophe comes,

the lovers of God have a secure anchor.

To trust a lazy person to get a job done

will be as irritating as smoke in your eyes—

as enjoyable as a toothache!

Living in the worship and awe of God

will bring you many years of contented living.

So how could the wicked ever expect to have a long, happy life?

Lovers of God have a joyful feast of gladness,

but the ungodly see their hopes vanish right before their eyes.

The beautiful ways of God are a safe resting place

for those who have integrity.

But to those who work wickedness

the ways of God spell doom.

God’s lover can never be greatly shaken.

But the wicked will never inherit

the covenant blessings.

The teachings of the righteous are loaded with wisdom,

but the words of the evil ones are crooked and perverse.

Words that bring delight pour from the lips of the godly,

but the words of the wicked are duplicitous.

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 10 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 10]

The Cry of the Oppressed

Lord, why do you seem so far away when evil is near?

Why have you hidden yourself when I need you the most?

The arrogant in their elitist pride persecute the poor and helpless.

May you pour out upon them

the very evil they’ve dreamed up against others!

How they brag and boast of their cravings, exalting the greedy.

They congratulate themselves as they despise you—

these arrogant ones, so smug and secure!

In their delusion the wicked boast, saying,

“God doesn’t care about what we do.

There’s nothing to worry about!”

So successful are they in their schemes

and prosperous in all their plans!

Your laws are far from them;

they scoff at their enemies.

They boast that neither God nor men will bring them down.

They sneer at all their enemies, saying in their hearts,

“We’ll have success in all we do

and never have to face trouble.”

Their mouths spew out cursing, lies, and threats.

Only trouble and turmoil come from all their plans.

Like beasts lurking in the shadows of the city,

they crouch silently in ambush, waiting for the innocent to pass by.

Pouncing on the poor, they catch them in their snare

to murder their prey in secret

as they plunder their helpless victims.

They crush the lowly as they fall beneath their brutal blows,

watching their victims collapse in defeat!

Then they say to themselves,

“The Lofty One is not watching while we do this.

He doesn’t even care! We can get away with it!”

Now arise, Yahweh-God! Crush them once and for all!

Don’t forget the helpless and oppressed.

How dare the wicked think they’ll reject God and escape judgment.

They say to themselves,

“God won’t hold me accountable.”

Lord, I know you see all that they’re doing,

noting their each and every deed.

You know the trouble and turmoil they’ve caused.

Now punish them thoroughly for all that they’ve done!

The poor and helpless ones trust in you, Lord,

for you are famous for being the helper of the fatherless.

I know you won’t let them down.

Break the power of the wicked and all their strong-arm tactics.

Search them out and destroy them

for the evil things they’ve done.

You, Yahweh, are King forever and ever!

All the nations will perish from your land.

Yahweh, you have heard the desires of the humble

and seen their hopes.

You will hear their cries and encourage their hearts.

The orphans and the oppressed will be terrified no longer,

for you will bring them justice, and no earth-dweller will trouble them again.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 10 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 83]

God, Don’t Be Silent

Asaph’s poetic song

God, you have to do something! Don’t be silent and just sit idly by.

Can’t you see what they’re doing?

All your enemies are stirred up in an uproar!

They despise you, Lord.

In their defiant arrogance they rise up

to host their secret council against your people.

They conspire together to come and harm

your cherished ones—your hidden ones.

Our enemies keep saying,

“Now is the time to wipe Israel off the map.

We’ll destroy even the memory of her existence!”

They’ve made their pact, consulting and conspiring,

aligning together in their covenant against God.

All the sons of Ishmael, the desert sheiks and the nomadic tribes, Amalekites, Canaanites, Moabites,

and all the nations that surround us,

Philistines, Phoenicians, Gadarenes, and Samaritans;

allied together they’re ready to attack!

Pause in his presence

Do to them all what you did to the Midianites

who were defeated by Gideon.

Or what you did to Sisera and Jabin

when Deborah and Barak defeated them by the Kishon River.

Do to your enemies what you did at Endor,

whose rotting corpses fertilized the land.

Repeat history, God! Make all their “noble ones”

die like Oreb, Zebah, and Zalmunna, who said in their pride,

“We will seize God’s people along with all their pleasant lands!”

Blow them away, God, like straw in the wind,

like a tumbleweed in the wilderness!

Burn them up like a raging fire roaring down the mountainside;

consume them all until only charred sticks remain!

Chase them away like before a mighty storm and terrifying tempest.

O Lord, disgrace them until their faces fill with shame,

and make them acknowledge the glory of your name.

Make them utter failures in everything they do

until they perish in total disgrace and humiliation,

so they will know that you, and you alone,

are Yahweh, the only Most High God exalted over all the earth!

The Book of Psalms, Poem 83 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 103]

A song of David.

O my soul, come, praise the Eternal

with all that is in me—body, emotions, mind, and will—every part of who I am—

praise His holy name.

O my soul, come, praise the Eternal;

sing a song from a grateful heart;

sing and never forget all the good He has done.

Despite all your many offenses, He forgives and releases you.

More than any doctor, He heals your diseases.

He reaches deep into the pit to deliver you from death.

He crowns you with unfailing love and compassion like a king.

When your soul is famished and withering,

He fills you with good and beautiful things, satisfying you as long as you live.

He makes you strong like an eagle, restoring your youth.

When people are crushed, wronged, enslaved, raped, murdered,

the Eternal is just;

He makes the wrongs right.

He showed Moses His ways;

He allowed His people Israel to see His wonders and acts of power.

The Eternal is compassionate and merciful.

When we cross all the lines, He is patient with us.

When we struggle against Him, He lovingly stays with us—changing, convicting, prodding;

He will not constantly criticize,

nor will He hold a grudge forever.

Thankfully, God does not punish us for our sins and depravity as we deserve.

In His mercy, He tempers justice with peace.

Measure how high heaven is above the earth;

God’s wide, loving, kind heart is greater for those who revere Him.

You see, God takes all our crimes—our seemingly inexhaustible sins—and removes them.

As far as east is from the west, He removes them from us.

An earthly father expresses love for his children;

it is no different with our heavenly Father;

The Eternal shows His love for those who revere Him.

For He knows what we are made of;

He knows our frame is frail, and He remembers we came from dust.

The children of Adam are like grass;

their days are few;

they flourish for a time like flowers in a meadow.

As the wind blows over the field and the bloom is gone,

it doesn’t take much to blow us out of the memory of that place.

But the unfailing love of the Eternal is always and eternal

for those who reverently run after Him.

He extends His justice on and on to future generations,

To those who will keep His bond of love

and remember to walk in the guidance of His commands.

The Eternal has established His throne up in the heavens.

He rules over every seen and unseen realm and creature.

Adore Him! Give Him praise, you heavenly messengers,

you powerful creatures who listen to

and act on His every word.

Give praise to the Eternal, all armies of heaven—

you servants who stand ready to do His will.

Give praise to the Eternal, all that He has made

in all corners of His creation.

O my soul, come, praise the Eternal!

The Book of Psalms, Poem 103 (The Voice)

[astrolabe-blade]

*cracks knuckles* Alright time for me to share some of mine!

1) Blue learns to cook! He originally took inspiration from Red during their adventures, and its a way to sooth him and have full control. And he actually is pretty good at it! After he learns he begins to substitute or add things ("They seriously thought you should only season this with salt and pepper?") and he throws his own spin on things. He also is excellent at presentation, plating skills OP.

2) Red has separation anxiety. He likes to know the others are safe and that they'll be home soon.

3) Green is traumatized from the fight with Vio. It takes him a bit to be able to look them in the eye again, and there's that lingering distrust at the back of his mind waiting to poke it's ugly head out and ruin the progress he's made. Eventually the two of them talk because Blue was getting irritated with how they were avoiding eachother.

4) Green has imposter syndrome from the expectation that he has to be the best leader and he has to be the most like Link. He forgets sometimes that it's *okay* that he's not Link and that he's his own person. Eventually, with Shadow's help, he learns to be okay with just *being* and not trying to be something he's not. His personality shines through much more after this conversation.

5) Shadow becomes *really* interested in Hylian culture. It's so much different than the Dark World. While it may be exhausting at times to learn the differences in social standards, the traditions and events bring a smile to their face.

6) Shadow is genderfluid, fight me.

7) Each of the Links have an interesting relationship to gender. Red actually doesn't really define his gender and just goes with whatever he feels like, and is fine with any and all pronouns. Green takes a bit to be comfortable with being gnc and takes slow easy steps. Blue is bigender and will fight if people are dicks about their presentation. Vio is agender and feels most comfortable with they/them.

8) Zelda gets REAL tired of having to stay in the castle and be escorted everywhere so she takes up a masculine appearance for sneaking out as a man named Sheik. This also allows her a healthy outlet to explore her gender. (Eventually realizing they're genderfluid and masc leaning).

9) Vio not only has the guilt of betraying shadow, but they also have the guilt of War Crimes. They were in part responsible for a whole forest and several villages burning down, and they don't know how many people died. They frequently wish they knew so they could stop flip flopping between the worst scenario and the best scenario.

10) Blue is not just afraid of the cold, but is afraid of the dark and death. He had his got dang soul ripped from his body. He brushed hands with death. If that wouldn't traumatize a young teen idk what would.

11) Red is also afraid of the dark.

12) Red and Vio learn magic together. Red gets an easier hang on things as he just goes with the flow, meanwhile Vio gets caught up on the details. Once he learns to let go a little he makes great progress.

13) Vio and Shadow both love fireflies. I have a lil bit about that in a fic I'm writing and it'll be in the next chapter I post. >:3c

Shameless self promotion:

14) Shadow and Zelda become great friends and gossip buddies. They both have great banter and each can tell when the other is upset and trying to hide it.

15) Green takes up knitting as a way to help his anxiety. Eventually the others pick it up as well! Blue prefers woodworking, leatherworking, and metalworking, but knitting is nice as a craft he can just pick up whenever he wants.

16) All of them have a seemingly unspoken acceptance to let one another sleep in eachothers beds if they knock on a door late at night. All of them have nightmares and find comfort in not being alone.

17) Their souls resonate slightly when they're together! Not really something most people see or notice but those who have experience with magic can faintly hear it.

18) Shadow is like a cat. Will lay on your stuff. Demands cuddles and headpats when she wants them. Content to sit across the room in silence, but still clingy af. Red swears they heard her purr at one point.

19) The Dark World is actually relatively peaceful now that Ganon and his influence are gone. Society is getting rebuilt once again. There's plenty of unique flora and fauna there as well!!

20) The Colors' shadows are lighter than regular people's, due to part of their shadow having a physical form.

Thank you all for your contributions to the cause. I hope you enjoy mine as well!

Okay folks what are some of your headcanons about the Colors and Shadow?

[geminimoonbeamx]

Naive: Intro

A/N: Hey guys! So I’ve been dying to do a mini series reader insert story for a while! I got this idea while I was reading some Tony/Daughter fics and I thought I’d put my own little spin on it. I really hope you guys are able to connect with this, I picked her moms name just because I thought it flowed better to actually have a name instead of putting something like (your moms name) everytime she’s talked about!

Word count: 1k+

Warnings: Disclaimer- I have the dirtiest vocabulary and my stories will probably always have cursing in them. Other then that this chapter was pretty vanilla!

Summary: As the goddaughter of Tony Stark you were no stranger to the Avengers, but when you meet the newest member- you’re a little more then intrigued. Unfortunately for him, Bucky Barnes has caught your eye.

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There weren’t many things that Tony Stark truly got excited about. Actually, he could tick them off on the fingers on one hand. New scientific discoveries, adding to his classic car collection(but only when it was a real timeless model, something he really had to hunt for), Pepper looking at wedding dresses- and you.

His god daughter was always something he could gush, embarrassingly, about. About how you’d graduated from college with top grades because obviously any god daughter of his was a fucking genius. About how you’d spent the summer in Europe, he’d laughed and showed your videos of Amsterdam to the team repeatedly. About how beautiful you we’re cause god damn it, you looked just like your mom, just like his late best friend and he could never get over it. But what seemed to be all he could talk about lately, was the fact that you we’re moving to New York.

“Finally, I’ve been trying telling her that the only way she’s getting any where with that degree is in this city” Tony had sighed to Pepper. Really, he’d been desperately attempting to convince you to come stay with him ever since the funeral three years ago. “I told her she might as well move into the Tower, since rent is so fucking insane here”

Even though he refused to think of it this way; the truth of it is that you we’re the only link he had left to Jamie, and trying to accept that his best friend of thirty years was gone was something he just couldn’t accept. The three years she had been dead hadn’t done anything to sway that. He still expected a phone call from her. Still expected to hear her bitching at him and worrying about him being the only one he’d ever really been able to count on.

Isn’t it sad? What he’d give to hear your mother bitching at him again?

It was highly amusing, watching the usually snarky Stark wade knee deep through not only wedding plans, but renovation plans for the entire fifteenth floor for the last month.

“Hey Nat, do you think this rug goes with these throw pillows? Or is it too much fur? This kid loves faux fur, what is she a Gotti?!” Tony had been barraging everyone with questions like this, trying to get his “graduation present” ready for you without you finding out about it or being able to put your input into it was hard. But would he ever admit he’d bitten off more then he could chew?

Hell no.

“No, it actually looks really sheik with the geometric gold table. Y/N’s gonna love it” Natasha had reassured, trying to hide her smirking laughter by taking a drink from her mug.

If Tony had noticed she was slightly making fun of him he didn’t say anything, he just went back to fretting, threating some interior designer on his iPhone.

“Between the wedding and Y/N’s homecoming, he’s going to run himself bankrupt” Sam snorts, from the table. Where he sits with Steve and Bucky.

It had been an… odd few months. The team was back together after the whole Sokovian Accords fiasco- but they we’re all still trying to figure out how to mesh right again. Tony being as distracted as he was had been some kind of god send, had given everyone some room to find their place.

Bucky, for one, was happy that the Billionaire’s mind seemed to be pulled in all different directions. It kept Tony from focusing all the hate on him. Because even though it was unspoken, and Tony had agreed to have him join the team- only after Steve gave the ultimatum that the two we’re a packaged deal- everyone with eyes could see the tension was still there. The way that Tony would never really meet his eyes.

Bucky couldn’t blame him. He’d done…what he’d done and Tony had every right to hold a grudge.

It didn’t make it anyless uncomfortable living in the mans house though.

“I don’t think that’s possible” Natasha reasons.

“You’re right. The man pockets are fuckin’ bottomless . Lucky bastard” Sam swirls his protein shake.

“He’s seems happy, which is good. A happy Tony trumps an unhappy one any day” Steve points out. Steve knew what the consequences of unhappy Tony looked like. The drinking, the downward spiral.

“He really loves this kid, huh? Who is she again? His goddaughter, right?” Bucky inquires, his eye brow raised.

“Yeah, her mom was his best friend, he’s always spoiled her rotten” Steve chuckled a little “She’s a real good girl though. A bit of a spitfire, but the sweetest thing once you get to know her”

Bucky’s eyebrow raises even higher at the way Steve regards the girl. The small smile on his best friends face as he talks about her.

“Really? You sound like you’re a little sweet on her, punk. What is she some kind of grade A dime piece?” Bucky teases, expecting the rest of them to at least smile at his sharp joke. When his laughter is the only one that rings through the kitchen his nose quirks “What?…I was just kidding”

Why we’re the three of them looking at him like that?

“Nah, don’t joke around like that, man. Not if you value your thawed out ass” Sam’s tone is warning.

“What?”

“Tony is really protective of her, like real protective. If he caught any of us lookin’ at her like that he’d fire us” Steve’s tone matches Sam’s. Total seriousness.

“Screw firing you, He’d toss you through one of the windows and watch your body hit the cement is what he’d do. Y/N is a hundred percent off limits. Head this warning” Natasha gives him the little “I’m watching you” signal with her fingers before she walks out of the communal kitchens.

“You guys cant be serious” Bucky scoffs, a small smirk on his face. The reaction they all seemed to have about his little joke was entertaining…“Wait? You didn’t try anything with her, did you, Steve?”

That tell tale blush creeps up Steve’s neck and Bucky shakes his head. That little horn dog he’d grown up with was still there, under the righteous Captain America mask he wore.

“It’s not even like that. She’s just- a little flirt. You’ll see” Steve sputters, trying to defend himself.

“She really is. She’s probably one of the most charming people I’ve ever met in my whole life” Sam laughs in agreement “I’m just not the one who got caught cuddling with her on the couch in the middle of the night”

Bucky gives Steve a shit eating grin as the blonde gets even redder.

“Fuck you, Sam-”

“Oh woah, Cap. Watch your language!” Sam and Bucky are both laughing at Steve’s total dismay and the broad shouldered man gets up from the table.

“Yeah, yeah laugh it up. Tony threw me through a wall for that. I could have been killed!” Steve exclaims, walking away from the men who just seem to laugh louder —- You’d never been a morning person and you walked through the air plane ramp in a little bit of a daze, balancing your tote and your laptop bag on each shoulder.

Why you’d chosen to take a 5am flight was now a foreign thought to you as you make your way through the crowds of people, just wanting to find Tony, get to the Tower and sleep for a sold twenty four hours.

Your phone chirps and you look down at the screen.

Tony calling blinked in bright lettering on the iPhone and you your thumb across it, answering it, not able to keep the large smile off of your face.

“Hey Tony!” Your voice is excited and your mood instantly lifted.

“Hey kiddo, how was the flight?” Tony’s smooth voice comes from the receiver.

“It was okay, I tried to knock myself out but couldn’t. Since when are airplane cocktails so weak?” You tease, your eyes desperately scanning for a Starbucks. You knew JFK International Airport had to be littered with them. You could practically smell the sweet, sweet caffeine beckoning you.

“I’ll have to file a formal complaint. We didn’t pay extra for first class for nothing” Tony uses his best ‘haughty taught white soccer mom, I want to speak to your manager’ voice and you cant help but laugh “But listen, I was going to come pick you up myself but the whole team got called into this spur of the moment meeting. I would try to ditch it but it’s with the director of the secret service so I don’t see myself getting out of this-”

Tony rambles, his voice so apologetic its almost pathetic.

Had you been hyped for him to be waiting for you at baggage claim like he’d always done when you we’re younger? Yeah, but you we’re an adult now. You didn’t need him feeling bad for things he couldn’t control.

“Tino stop!” You laugh, using the nickname you’d always had for him “It’s fine, I promise. I’m a big girl. I’m just going to find a Starbucks and caffeinate and then I’ll grab a cab, okay?” You reason with him.

“Uh, no. Find your coffee but Peppers waiting for you at baggage claim and you guys will take a car back. A cab- Cab? Who do you think I am?” You roll your eyes at your god fathers ever flamboyant nature.

“Alright, I’ll text you when I find her. She still like’s skinny white chocolate mocha’s right?” You question “Have fun at your meeting, see ya’ soon Tino! Love you”

“Bye kid, love you”

After grabbing a pair of venti drinks; a triple shot Pink Drink for you and Peppers white chocolate mocha you maneuver yourself through JFK, down escalators and around the travelers that seemed to forget their manners in the hustle of traveling. Your shoulder get’s bumped more then once.

You know you’re a bigger girl, shorter and wider then most but could they at least say sorry!

“Dick!” You hiss at the man who’d almost knocked the coffee out of your hand.

All of the irritation is let off your shoulders when you see Pepper standing tall, a sign in her hands that had your name scrolled on it prettily.

Jeeze.

You’d missed her. You realize, you hadn’t been in New York since your mom…

“Y/N!” She calls for you, grinning widely and you power walk to the red head, nearly bouncing with happiness as you get to her.

“Pepper!” You cry joyously as you hug her, well as much of a hug as you could give her with your hands so full. It’s mostly just you leaning into her as she wraps her arms around you.

“Oh my god, look at you! Look at your hair! You look so goregous” Pepper fawns over you, cupping the side of your head and looking down at you with dancing eyes.

She couldn’t believe how…old you looked. In her mind you’d always be the cute, chubby twelve year old with long curly pig tails. And yet here you were, looking like a grown woman.

“You’re making me feel so old right now” she admits, only half teasing and you roll your eyes.

“Oh shut up. You know you’re still hot. Here, this is for you” you hand her the latte and she gives you a soft look. You were still a sweetheart.

“Now let me see the rock!” You exclaim and she waves her ring finger at you as you two begin to make your way to the car, both of you giggling- your squeals earning you some side ways looks.

You couldn’t remember the last time you were so happy.

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I’m so excited for this story y'all! If you wanted to be tagged in the next chapter just ask!😬😬😬

https://xgminigypsy.tumblr.com/post/166573773564/naive-part-1 PART ONE

https://xgminigypsy.tumblr.com/post/166595772104/naive-part-2 PART TWO

https://xgminigypsy.tumblr.com/post/166629591854/naive-part-3 PART THREE

https://xgminigypsy.tumblr.com/post/166664664834/naive-part-4 PART FOUR

https://xgminigypsy.tumblr.com/post/166703266654/naive-part-5 PART FIVE

https://xgminigypsy.tumblr.com/post/166903805364/naive-part-6 PART SIX