#tp fado

[rrain-writes]

Lassoed for Twilight? If you’re still doing the prompts.

Hey @butter-and-too-much-bread!

Of course! Here is Twi for the @badthingshappenbingo prompt 'lassoed'. I got inspiration from one of the scenes in the TP manga! (Also, I will be doing these prompts until the bingo card is done!)

It’s a bit shorter than normal because I have no clue what I’m doing, (contrary to popular belief I have never herded angry goats), but I hope you like it.

Characters: Twilight, Fado, Wind, Hyrule, Wild

Warnings: Not being able to breathe

Twilight loved Ordon. The people, the animals, being able to take a breath without getting a faceful of monsters… yeah, he loved this place.

Wind ran beside him as they headed towards Fado, who had asked for assistance in rouding up the goats (again). Hyrule and Wild had also been eager to help, laughing loudly as they raced eachother to their destination.

The group was quick to mount the horses, Twilight with Epona, and Twilight quickly showed them how they would catch the goats. More specifically, one which had been acting out and stirring up the rest of the herd.

“There!” One of the others shouted as they spotted the unussualy aggresive one. Twilight lifted his lariat rope, aiming for the large horns of the Ordonian goat. Unfortunately for him, so did someone else.

Before he could throw the rope, something looped itself around his neck. A voice shouted as Twilight was yanked back, the sudden movement throwing him off Epona. It felt like a punch to his throat, cutting off his air supply.

Twilight hit the ground hard, hands stuck between breaking his fall and trying to keep himself breathing. He let out a choked gasp as the rope around his neck went slack, which resulted in sending him into a coughing fit. Twilight hacked and wheezed as he tried to suck in oxygen through his injured throat.

Someone had their hands on him, trying to help him breathe, while another voice off to the side continued to apologise tearfully.

Twilight raised a hand to his tender throat, trying to blink away the pain. “Good shot.” He rasped. “But you might wanna aim for the goats next time.”

[vviipers]

880 words. (loz: tp) malo, talo, beth, colin & fem! reader. (loz: tp) mentioned link/fem! reader.

"C'mon down, Miss Priss!"

The nickname was cute and the children's Ordanian drawl would have made you bow in any other situation, but you were more than happy sitting on the porch of Link's home as you flipped through your book.

It'd rained all day long for three days. While today had lightened up to a simple spring shower, the ground was still soaked through until it became mud. You'd gotten the displeasure of watching several villagers slip and slide as they traveled between Ordon and Ordona's spring, most of which involved the children. While you were morally obligated, you hated making the trek down the ladder and into the mud whenever you heard a yelp.

"She's made outta crystal, y'know! Those city folk weren't meant for down here!"

They were right. It was a miracle you even survived your first few months of living in the village. You never minded helping around the farm or doing some yard work for the ladies, but that was the extent of outdoor work you did.

It wasn't that you were completely useless. The guilt of sitting pretty at home would guilt you the same way it did in Castletown.

Germs were gross. Your research (and overall feeling of ick after touching something dirty) had taught you as much. It's what made you made you so good at your job.

"Maybe when the grass comes back," you gently try to placate them. The comment makes them look down at the mud to fact-check you, Talo stomping and jumping around to shove the remaining blades down. "I'm always here if you have a boo-boo, though!"

"Boo-boo," Malo mimics, rubbing his thumb against his lips before sucking it into his mouth. Even without your grimace, he's quick to spit it out after discovering the mud covering it made it less appetizing. "Blegh! What's that?"

Beth shakes her head in disapproval and looks up from the drawing she and Colin are currently coloring. There's a pile of them carefully arranged around the porch, most held in your lap so they don't spill out from under the protection of the umbrella. "It's a cut, isn't it?"

You nod and she brushes hair over her shoulder in pride. A giggle leaves her when you brush a stray from over her ear, crying that it was ticklish.

She was your student, used loosely, so of course she picked up on the strange words you used in your day-to-day. If you thought back hard enough, you could remember the way she looked when you offhandedly repeated a few sayings she'd never heard.

(If you thought even further, you could recall the way Beth glared at you when Link had brought you to Kakariko. She'd hated you even more when all was said and done, pulling you aside and giving you empty threats when he'd formerly introduced you as his lover.)

(You'd never taken her seriously. It had taken some time, but she quickly warmed up after you cared for her while her parents visited Castletown for a week.)

Something in the conversation makes Colin perk up, leaning off of his stomach and onto his side. "Missus," he starts before adding your name, brows furrowed as he tries remembering if he was supposed to use it or miss. "Can you bring us some more stuff you keep in that box? Link 'n' Fado keep using it all."

It's not a shocking bit of information. In the year and a half you've known Link, he's been more than risky in all his endeavors. It's only natural he'd find a way to get himself hurt herding goats, collecting cuckoos, and harvesting pumpkins.

"Of course," you hum, slipping your bookmark between the pages and folding it closed. Standing, you gesture for Talo and Malo to come up the ladder and ignore the way they stomp their feet in argument. "You all must be hungry, right? Beth, why don't you help Colin make a new kit— pack it full— and I can make you all something to eat."

That gets the boys to lighten up, Talo helping Malo clamber up the ladder before following close on his tail. They shed their jackets and dirty pants, donning the shorts beneath while rubbing their stomachs as though starved.

"Can you make those soup 'n' sandwiches you make when we're sick? The red one that you can put the cheesy ones in!" Colin's suggestion is one all the kids agree with, stopping by the fireplace to warm their hands before scattering.

It takes you a moment to figure out what he's talking about, taking until you finish washing your hands to clarify. "Tomato soup and melted cheese?"

"Yeah! That!" Malo hisses and pushes his chair away from the fire once he gets too hot too fast, wrapping the blanket he snagged from the recliner tightly around his shoulders. "And that juice too!"

"Maybe," you laugh, retrieving the ingredients from the newly installed cooler. "Any last requests for my royal highnesses?"

There's a few more thrown into the air, a couple in your ear and the other from the basement. You don't think you had anything to bake their sweet-tooth cravings, but you're sure the rainy day would be enough to make you all creative.

[bmxbicyclelover]

There's Something About Ordon Village

Another late summer's day on the ranch, the country lifestyle has really made an impression on you.

Link x Fem Reader Insert | F/M | Twilight Princess | 18+ Smut | 4.3K Word Oneshot

Before reading

o 2nd person AFAB reader insert, no gender-specific language. o Link talks, dialogue is based on/inspired by the manga; I put a lot of thought into how he’d act (but I also have the combined IQ of about 23 hamsters so idk.) o Takes place about 5 years after the main plot of Twilight Princess. o The main character is from TP’s version of Lurelin Village in BotW/TotK, past the Gerudo desert → That means this is written from the perspective of someone who hasn’t seen the plot from the hero’s POV. o 🚨18+ Content🚨

Days like this are hard to explain to someone who's not from a place like Ordon. It's a certain kind of tranquillity that you can only reach from years of rapport, decades of responsibility and camaraderie. The rhythm follows the same as the day before, steady and familiar. Thoughts wander through your consciousness like so many leaves on a winding river. Forgettable and memorable in equal measure. On days like this, the village is quiet. Like everyone had come to some predetermined agreement to communicate in nods and smiles, stowing any conversation for another day. Everyone’s needs are known and handled before the thought to ask even arises, even the weather obeys the silent commitment. It's the perfect time to sit in and watch the ranchhands at work.

None of them seemed to mind when you'd come sit up here, they don't often notice either. You've clearly become a regular enough fixture of the landscape to no longer be a figment of curiosity to the livestock. Sometimes you’ll bring a book, other times you'll do some weaving or sewing; it's quiet enough to be alone, all while not being too terribly isolated. Wispy clouds rarely blot out the sun that basks your skin in a warm blanket and illuminates the scent of evergreens beyond this quiet paddock.

There's usually a schedule for who's ranchhand each day, and it seems like Link's been picking up Fado's slack lately. Not that he seems to mind. Fado says Sera needs help at the shop, Sera says he’s just lazy. Like these things always go, the truth is probably in the middle. Part of you always loves it when Link is taking the shift, sometimes he'll bring one of the village kids to shadow him. It's like you're learning along with them, all while sparing yourself from the backbreaking work. Sure, Fado is a good teacher, but they always listen to Link more. They adore him, practically nipping at his heels wherever he goes. Saucer eyes watch him as if he might evaporate into thin air if they lose sight of him for even a moment. 

Today, Link is handling the ranch, today's pupil had long since turned in for the day. He takes to the saddle like he was born to it. Sweeping like a breeze through the paddock with the commanding presence of a Clydesdale, his face is the image of tranquillity. He seems like the quintessential dreamy village boy that you read about in those cheap romance books they sell by the fortune teller in Castle Town. But he's the real thing. It makes you wonder what he's doing stowed away down here in the country. 

A familiar white mane emerged from behind a hill, the cyan-blue coat of a yearling tucked under the arm of the familiar rider. The poor thing must've wandered off, swept off its hooves and returned to the comfort of the herd by an all-knowing rancher. How easy it must be to be an Ordonian goat, have every need patiently tended to. He slipped from the saddle with catlike ease, gently lowering the youngster to its mother who nonchalantly trotted to greet it. Even when he makes the work look easy, it's still a physically demanding job that commands daily strain. A thin layer of sweat makes suntanned skin catch the lowering sunlight on his bare shoulders. 

His gaze flashed toward your direction, returning a weak smile as he approached. Your chest tightened. He often left his horse to graze as she pleased, releasing the reins to her. They both knew that no matter how far she’d wander, she always came back; often, only a rhythmic whistle would kick her into a sprint in his direction. Those two have some sort of spiritual bond; twice now you've seen him round up the livestock bareback, his input often redundant. For reasons beyond your understanding, you posed as if you were looking up from being otherwise occupied, lifting your gaze from a book that you hadn't read a word of in half an hour. 

He came to find a space in the grass beside you, resting his forearms on bent knees. Every other time you'd been up here when he's working he'll come up and sit with you. Sometimes he'll ask how your day was, sometimes he's just sitting in sheer silence, just basking in the setting sun amid a long day’s work. 

Around this time of day, distant frogs start to peep, those heralds of the nighttime stir in their ponds down by the village. From there the fireflies start to arouse, lighting up thick ferns along the treeline, and the nighttime wildlife assumes its station. Like Link’s duties as a farmhand, these creatures assume daily tasks too. A steady, reliable clock that's been followed for thousands of years, and thousands of years to come. 

"Y'know… I never really asked you but, why did you leave Lurelin?" His voice cut the silence like a warm knife through butter. 

"I've been here for months and you never thought to ask?"

"Didn't want to pry," he shrugged, taking a long blade of grass between his teeth.

"After the Twilight, everything was different. Sure, we were safe from the curtain, but the people changed. They were meaner, jaded. I think a lot of people just couldn't wrap their heads around the fact that we were really safe from evil," you felt his eyes on you as you lamented, the words just kept coming. "It's hard for people to go back to caring about others when they'd spent months wondering if they'll make it the next morning after another Moblin raid."

Your words settled in the air to create a steady silence, only rippling waves on a motionless pond of his presence. While the conversation reached a melancholic calm, the surrounding woods were alight with song. Birds began their last act in one final crescendo, a soaring hawks chwirk to one another in a call to their mate. All over a constant chorus of bleats and huffs from the regular livestock, it's not strictly true to say Ordon is a quiet place to live. 

"Since' we're asking questions, why did you stay in Ordon? You did all that and just went back to normal afterward?"

"The people here are genuine, they look out for each other. They're all like my family. And also-" You watched him mull over his words as if he was tasting them in his chops. "It's kind of all I know. I never cared about my reputation, the glory, none of it."

White sunlight tipped into amber as the evening approached, your eyes trailed along a winding wooden fence along the grass' perimeter. You fidgeted with a piece of grass you drew, folding and tying it in an unknowable pattern. A smirk cracked your face, and the caress from a cool breeze emboldened you to share your burning challenge. 

"I don't believe you."

"Pshht" air slips past his teeth in exasperation, he blinked slowly at the horizon. 

"You killed the demon king, freed the world from the Twilight- the entire Kingdom kissing your boots. The realm was in your debt, you could've had gold, castles, hell, you could've married the princess - could've become king. You could've bought Ordon, could've made it a new Hyrule Castle."

"I never asked for glory or even acknowledgement at all for what I did… I just- I think I just really wanted things to go back to normal, back to when it was simple."

"And did your dream come true?"

"Yes and no, the village kids are safe and I'm back on the ranch… but the kids are growing faster every day," there was a melancholy in his tone, as proud as he might sound. "Ilia's set up in Kakariko, Malo's there too. Rusl n’ Uli's baby was born, but I think Colin's most excited about not being at the bottom of the pecking order now."

"Y'know there are some people that don't believe in this whole hero thing at all," you sighed, it made him huff a soft chuckle. 

"Is that so," he spoke, low and frivolous. 

"They say it's a fairytale parents tell their kids to get them to go to sleep- make them think there's an order to the world," your words made him stir with an emotion you couldn't detect, only pensively rubbing the back of his hand. "Or that it's made up by the royal family to keep people compliant, that the royal bloodline is special or whatever."

He nodded along to your allegation, a conspiracy theory, really. The kind of thing people with too much time on their hands and spite in their hearts conjure up. The kind of thing you came here to get away from. In truth, you didn't even know that the so-called hero was from here, for all you knew he'd married the princess and lived a life of luxury. But he's different, it's intriguing. Rolling hills with proud evergreens lining a thick wilderness were the obvious choice over a life of servants and grovelling city folk. 

"What do you believe?" His voice reached an octave that rattled in your bloodstream, low and smooth. 

"Do I believe some country bumpkin could kill the King of Evil and save us from some horrible doom?" A sneer that manifested on your lips, plucking that piece of grass on his lips between your fingers, he barely seemed to notice, only dreamily watching the sky. "I'll take your word for it."

"It was tempting, the power," the words make his forehead wrinkle in thought. "But power corrupts people, makes them behave not like themselves. Hearing people cheer my name at parades, it was so odd. I didn't like it." 

You lean back on your forearms, studying his expression and digging for meaning. It's an easy enough reason to grasp, but that's the thing. There's a darkness to his words, the kind of sternness that comes from experience. 

"How benevolent of you," you smirked, eyelids falling heavy. You put that same grass between your teeth, the taste bitter on your lips.

"I'm not-" he seemed to have caught himself mid-sentence, truncating some elaboration. "You're trying to rile me up, it's not gonna' work."

"I think it already has," the words croaked from your throat, flowing off your tongue before you had the chance to censor them. "Besides- I think you like it.” 

He shifted in his posture, turning to plant his near hand beside you and bridging much of the distance between you. In an act of spite or otherwise, he'd tossed the strand of grass from your lips in a weak underhand toss that made a goat stop and consider the object with its snout. It didn't stop a certain humour from registering in his eyes. He leaned in and your blood ran chilled with anticipation, smelling his pale skin as his body heat approached. He smelled like trees and goat milk soap, musk and leather. 

For a moment the world was still, quiet. No birds, no bleats, silence hung in the air. Heavy branches held their ripe apples, captivated by your exchange. Before you knew what was where, warm skin under your cautious fingertips melted into your palm, your exploring hand taking an expedition across broad shoulders. Thick, scratchy cloth with lazy stitches across their hems gave way to more skin. Across his bicep, muscles warped and body heat intensified, your eyelids drifted closed. Foreign breath ghosted across your bottom teeth. 

Your lips touched and it felt like lightning in your chest, carnal thirst for each other's blood substituted by cautious movements. Part of you felt the timidness in his movement as if you'd open your eyes to see him a visage of bashfulness. You leaned in against soft lips that met yours, digging your fingers into his bicep, spurring him closer. He obliged, shifting his body weight all while you impressed further. Suddenly he shifted as if to withdraw, you dug deeper. Again, he withdrew, and you were left like a canoe without a paddle. 

"Not here," his tone a soft murmur, barely above a whisper. 

"No? Seems romantic," your words failed to get his attention, his gaze lingered on the winding wooden fence-gate on the far end of the pasture. 

"No," he started, but you wouldn't let him finish. 

"It's more exciting, don't you think," a finger on his chin dragged his face back to meet you. "Out here in the field, in the open, under the sunset."

"Someone might see."

"That's the danger of it all," you breathed, but boldly cut you off in retaliation. 

"I'm not scared of danger," a knowing flicker of mischief lit up his eyes for a moment before sobriety stymied the thought. "C'mon, let's go- let's go to the barn."

His voice was smooth and low like warm honey, part of you wondered if he knew how that tone would affect you. It made your mind so hazy you didn't even notice an upturned palm to guide you upright.

"What happened to not caring what others think of you," you held steadfast, testing the limits of his patience as a smile pulled at your cheeks. 

You got to watch the words register on his expression as he rose to his feet. At first, he blinked in confusion. Then he must have considered your challenge, turning to stand in a way that blocked your view of the setting sun. He lazily pushed his hair out of his face with raking fingers, you tilted your chin to look up at him. 

"Here’s the thing," he turned before you, planting a foot on either side of your lounged ankles, "you're in my ranch. And I have a knack for getting misbehaving critters to go where I want them to."

"Oh is that what you'll do," manifesting your calmest tone. "Ride me down on your horse, whoop and holler and whip your lasso until you round me up?"

His body language spoke for him. He's nothing if not intimidating, the way amber sunbeams splay around his silhouette made him look like a Golden Goddess descending unto you. Reluctantly, you raised your palm to meet his, and he effortlessly raised you to meet him. As polite as the gesture was, he hardly offered you much time to brush the grass off the back of your dress before he led you to the painted barn. You'd left your book behind, you realized. Hopefully a goat doesn't eat it, but frankly, you'll have to take that risk. 

Beady eyes linger on you. Onlooking livestock lifts their heads from the grass as you pass, considering your presence, but carelessly returning to their grazing. Maybe they can sense the heat in your chest, your rapid pulse. Perhaps they taste your wicked thoughts in the late summer breeze, knowing which of them involve their master. Maybe, maybe not. More likely they're not thinking about much at all, just the next possible meal they can scrounge for and enjoying the autumn sun. You were practically skipping, it's like the ground was rising to meet you with every step. Anticipation burned in your chest as the sturdy gate groaned to welcome you inside.

This barn is worn and honed, with years of tender care and thoughtful woodwork. Sturdy crossbeams and thick wooden pillars have kept generations of prized Ordon goats in fine fettle. A community's labour, spotlessly cleaned and attended. It's a marvel of handcrafted ingenuity, the pride of the village. This place is cleaner than many people's homes, but the splendour must have been lost on your company. 

In an instant he was all over you. You'd barely found time to catch your breath before his mouth enclosed around yours, eagerly resuming their previous meeting. Resistance against your back meant you'd met one of those sturdy wooden pillars and he cornered you in. A warm hand at the small of your back, a relentless onslaught on every inch of exposed skin. Soft hair brushed against the side of your cheek the more he leaned over you. Even when they move with a desperate thirst there's still a kindness to his hand’s grip, he pressed himself against you like the missing puzzle piece.

"Maybe your magical powers will rub off on me, what boons might I get for sleeping with the legendary hero?" You murmured, seizing a newfound opportunity.

He laughed into your mouth, your lips parting only barely as he dipped back over you.

"Can't sleep yet, there's work to do," he smothered the conversation with another persistent kiss.

"Maybe the light spirits will split the sky and bless me," you gasped.

There was a strange delight in mocking him, riling him up with reminders of his auspicious status as a hero. He was so keen to dismiss it all and some part of you felt like he secretly occasionally enjoys the worship, as humble as he might want to come off as. And maybe it's your way of saying thanks for his sacrifice, his courage. Or perhaps you just like seeing someone so sickeningly sweet squirm. Well, not so sweet anymore. Searing fingertips trailed up and down your spine, daring to bunch more of your skirt in his fist. 

"Oh the hero in green," you raised your voice in a mimicking tone, reciting the cries of fawning Castle Town citizens "Link has saved us all."

"Shh," he cooed, silencing you with another crashing kiss.

But you felt him smile, laughing at your mockery. 

Before he had the time to silence you or give you some snide remark you bit down on his lip. He flinched, grinding to a halt as the playful nip didn't seem to compute for him at first. Another bite and your hips swayed against his. Firm resistance met you, his hands shifted in unison to your hips, keen to pursue that motion. There's a mischief under that innocence. He feigns like he's this sweet country boy who blushes and simpers politely at flirtatiousness, but there's more to him than that mask he wears. He likes the mocking, pestering jabs you make, no matter how he might act like he'll brush them off.

With a shift in movement and weight, you stepped into him, softly grappling his shoulders and pushing. He lightly fell onto the stack of hay behind him, pink cheeks and lips warmed the colouring of tanned skin from days of work in the hot sun. As much as you might like to think otherwise, he only permitted you this control—out of politeness or otherwise. Every part of you knew picking you up and throwing you would be nothing to this man. You'd heard the legend of him besting armoured men thrice his size, a whirlwind of steel and green. Tale of him challenging Gorons barehanded, swinging a hundred-pound iron ball like it's nothing. Hell, you'd seen him firsthand stop a charging goat dead in its tracks. His letting you push him on his back into a pile of yellow hay is only an illusion he's allowing you to believe. 

But as your lips part and he's on the ground before you, an uncharacteristically devilish grin dances across his expression. Your tongue ran heavy as he dragged his thumb below the blue sash that ran across his waist, dragging up the border of white cloth to lift his shirt. Legs kicked slightly apart, lifting his shirt to reveal a chiselled abdomen for you to touch. He knew what he was doing, and you'd be remiss if you didn't acknowledge the sting of warmth that clutched your core. 

You both knew what was at stake, a lowering sun and basking the countryside in amber light would mean Fado would want to see the goats brought in any minute. It made this unexpected encounter ever more exciting, urgent, necessary. Neither of you had the liberty of having the time, or patience to fully undress. He loosened the rest of his sash, lifting his shirt over his shoulders as your knees buckled, collapsing around him. You'd barely had time to kick off your undergarments, haphazardly grabbing fistfuls of a scratchy dress' skirt. Blue eyes drifted down to your figure, collapsing into his lap. He sighed as your weight connected with his, already delighting in the friction. 

Years of life on this farm left warm muscles curving and contouring his form, only then did you clue into a handful of white scars that scattered across his skin. Your consideration was cut short, though definitely not from a sense of bashfulness. The way he grabbed the back of your neck could be argued to be aggressive, but you both had a similar urgency, and your lips were sloppily colliding again. It felt good to be over him, there's a thrill in having him captured between your knees, and how his breath deepens whenever you'd drag yourself over the sturdy bulge in his lap. 

This steady friction you developed could spark a fire in this dry hay for all you knew, heat and butterflies formed a steady inferno in your gut. A hand on the back of your hair kept you grounded in his reach. His tongue lashed again yours, hot lips colliding and drawing in a soulful rhythm you'd developed. Like a spur in a horse's flank, stern fingertips urged the back of your thigh closer, you gathered that was your cue to hurry up already. 

Soft skin was electric with heat, you gasped against another crashing kiss, fingers tightening around your hair as your fingers dragged lower. What felt like scars peppered his rippling abdomen, for a second a twang of sorrow struck your chest. Quickly overridden, a palm struck your rump in an unexpected crack of pain. He looked pleased by your surprise like he'd finally shed that illusion of an innocent do-gooder farmhand. With renewed fury, you made quick business of unfurling the rest of his clothing. 

His cock sprang free, but you didn't get a chance to get a good look as it was shielded by layers of fabric from your skirt. The eager tip is easily aligned with your entrance, guided by your thumb. Slick heat lowered into him, and the initial entrance made your forehead wrinkle from the unfamiliar pressure. But you quickly adjusted, and he entered you fully with lifted hips. Your fingers fumbled for grip, finding soft brown hair in your knuckles as you ground yourself onto him. He groaned, and your spine flexed. Sweet spit danced over your tongue from the exertion, hanging agape and crying softly. 

He wants to grip your hips and urge your tempo on his lap like reins as if he weren't the metaphorical steed in this instance. Your core began to aching with with a feverish, achy warmth that made you gasp and cry when he'd pull you back down onto him. He filled you up just right, just enough that you'd winge from strain whenever he'd take a moment to savour the feeling of being buried to the hilt. 

Sweat beaded on brown strands across his forehead, down his pale jaw that fell open from his panting. Fluttering eyelids strained to hold eye contact with you as you rode him harder, feeling him twitch and fumble beneath you. Your own ache came on hard and fast, a sternness overtook you and your hands planted on either one of his shoulders, locking him into place. His eyes widened, captivated by your intensity, steely blue and full of fire. Another slap on your flank, you could barely contain yourself. 

Your skin slid against his, warm and dewy and fierce like a summer storm. The building intensity in your core from his rutting cock made you sway back in ecstasy. You could almost hear his breathy groans under your whimper, he gripped you hard. Cascading sparks released through every heartbeat, muscles across his abdomen flexed as he bucked up against you. Pulsing seed spilled into you, clutching your waist as if you'd even dream of lifting from his lap just yet. His groans were so sweet, he shuttered with ecstasy as his face softened and grinding steadied. 

Part of you couldn't imagine separating from this moment. Just panting, suddenly feeling the presence of the late summer breeze ghost over your skin, a consequence of a steadying internal temperature. Gravity collapsed and you found yourself plummeting into him, he caught you against his shoulder, he easily slipped from within you. 

Under your temple his heart was still thundering, his Adam's apple flexing as he halted his gasping to gulp. A mist of sweat made his chest glint in the lowering sun that soon would promise starlit darkness. Your muscles eased, worry faded, sinking into a relaxation that wrapped your limbs into his. A gentle caress on your shoulder slid down your spine and back, tender and kind. 

"Do you feel any supernatural powers?" He mocked, voice husky and deep.

You exhaled in a chuckle, his chest rattled in laughter under your laze. He'd earned that cheap shot at your earlier implication. The supernatural feeling you felt didn't come from any mythological being, but a forgiving, humming, post-orgasmic bliss that settled deep in your bones. But he’d come to deserve much worse for suddenly stripping you of an ocean of body heat, but you already knew what he'd say in response.  All the while his arm reached to grab his white tank, gently slipping his arm from beneath you. It's cruel, really. To assume you were finished with enjoying him. Maybe he knows, maybe he's about to invite you to his house, spend precious few hours of sleep together before a new dawn brings new responsibilities. Maybe he'll toss you under his arm like that young goat he returned and let you worship him for hours. But alas, his work commands him to bring the precious livestock indoors, distant coyotes’ yipping serving as a sobering reminder. 

"You're right, I didn't go to the parades only because I didn't want the limelight," aligning the rest of his clothing as he spoke, shifting to a crouch as he buckled a clasp at his shoulder. 

You sat up in intrigue, propping yourself on your forearm in the hay bale that suddenly grew more uncomfortable by the second. 

"The truth is," he continued, "I just plain don't like cities."

The inspiration for this fic was singlehandedly brought to you by a single piece of fanart that quite literally permanently altered the trajectory of my life. I couldn’t find the original artist from reverse image search, all I know is it’s from 2014. If anyone knows the artist I’d love to tag them. This was my procrastination piece to get away from the fact that a bunch of people are expecting me to finish my 200,000+ word CoD Ghost x Reader fic. I <3 dodging responsibilities and obligations !!!!!! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! If people liked this I might make more one-shots, we'll see.

[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!

[1000emotions]

fun details in link’s house in tp!

^ he has some pencils, and the bookshelf seen here is the first of many :) and he has photographs of epona and the village kids! I think its cool that cameras exist in this time period

^ he has a stove and what might be a sink? also lots of apples and some corn, and very fancy ceramics

^ another cooking pot and a huuge stove, as well as a close up pic of his friend Fado. looking good, dude

^ he has a mirror in his basement (and 50 rupees!)

I have more pictures but every time i click them, it shows the fado picture😭😭

[linksthoughtbrambles]

The Shade, the Cloud, and the Sunrise

@Mailrebel, thanks for the ask! Tumblr ate my answer, but it was the prompt "sunrise" for TP Zelink. This first part is 2K words and the next is partially written. I am very excited about where this story is going in my head. I hope you enjoy it! It's also here on ao3.

This fic was also partially inspired by these lyrics from "Cloudbusting" by Kate Bush: I still dream of Orgonon I wake up crying You’re making rain And you’re just in reach When you and sleep escape me. You’re like my yo-yo that glowed in the dark What made it special made it dangerous So I bury it And forget. But every time it rains You’re here in my head Like the Sun coming out I just know that something good is gonna happen I don’t know when But just saying it could even make it happen.

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Chapter 1: I Still Dream

Sleepy Ordon creaked with the early footfalls of morning, squeaking as doors swung on reluctant hinges, Fado’s grumble and the plunge of his bucket into the stream as integral to the village as its horse-grass and goats, as its children nestled in their beds where they belonged—safe, and still sleeping.

Link sat on the largest rock near the base of the central path’s gentle slope and listened to his home stumble its familiar path toward wakefulness.

It was easy to know everything was alright. From baby Cora cooing in her cradle to the cuccos’ increasingly impatient clucking, each sound held a carelessness only possible in times of peace.

Everything was right with the world again.

Everything except Link.

He’d closed his eyes against the light, but it found him anyway—so he opened them and looked to the trees, dark against the rose of dawn, shimmering in a restless wind. It was a mistake.

There she was, like the Sun coming out, golden at the edge of some unknown horizon, a beacon in his every waking moment and every dream, so bright the world itself faded from view to leave only her.

He snapped his eyes shut.

The thoughts just kept coming.

It wasn’t even thinking, really. It was visions.

He was having visions of the Princess.

And it was even more than that. Feelings kept erupting in his chest, boiling in his blood, like his body was living a life somewhere else without him—he got to feel all of it, but he never knew why. In some far-away realm, intense joy, longing, loss, and heartbreak were happening on their own and finding him, and he kept getting paralyzed holding an Ordon goat’s horn, trembling while it bleated in his face and tried to get away again.

Whatever was wrong with him, it couldn’t be the Twilight. That cord was cut.

Right?

Besides—the Princess was right here, in Hyrule. And somehow, he knew those inexplicable, blindsiding  emotions also came back to her, like she was always in the corner of his eye waiting for him to turn and look whenever they took hold. She’d be the mirror that showed him wherever he really was, why he felt what he felt.

He wished he didn’t feel it—and he hadn’t turned to look.

He risked a peek up the hill. A quirked puff of smoke left the chimney on Ilia’s squat house. She had to be awake—Bo was never the first one up. The smoke seemed to rise with the falling of Link’s heart. At least this time he knew why, but Goddesses help him, he wished he didn’t. He tried to see Ilia smiling at him in his mind’s eye, but it changed like it kept doing and what the hell was it all for? If his promises didn’t mean anything, what did that make him? It would’ve been better if she didn’t remember him.

Link slouched and watched a beetle crawl curiously into the bowl of a bouncing buttercup, disgusted with himself.

He wished again for Midna. She’d have set him straight.

What’s the matter? she’d say with a snaggle-toothed grin. Who’d imagine a divine beast could look so mopey? She’d pat his back and lean in to whisper something droll in his ear—or maybe scathing, but either way it would make sense.

Link could hear her sing-song drawl, but he couldn’t make out the words. She wasn’t there, and he wasn’t smart enough to find them on his own.

--

A radiant cloud crested the treetops, orange and honeysuckle floating somewhere near a city in the sky no other living Hylian had ever seen, but Link’s sense of wonder had seeped from him on his journey home to Ordon all those months ago.

Now, with Epona’s steps retracing the path toward castle town, he’d hoped for some revival, or at least a flutter of relief in his chest. He was doing what the visions wanted, after all. Wasn’t he?

Maybe the issue was what everyone else wanted.

“You’re what?” Ilia’d asked, somewhere between a gasp and a whisper, staring at him with owl-eyes and a fist curling at the center of her chest.

“I’m leaving,” Link said. “At- at least for now.”

She just shook her head. Then she shook it harder.

“It’s hard to explain,” Link said.

“I didn’t ask you to,” she said, her voice returning with a frown. “I guess you’ll take Epona.” The frown deepened as her face began to flush.

Link fought the urge to squeeze his eyes shut. At the very least, he’d get a scolding. At most, she’d-

“I should’ve expected it,” she snapped, stepping past him to stalk through the tall grass between them and the fence.

He’d never seen her so upset. She wouldn’t let him lift her over the fence like he always did.

Bo and Rusl hadn’t been any happier, but they’d seemed less surprised.

“It’s hard,” Rusl said, “once you’ve got the taste for adventure.”

Link had tried to explain he didn’t care about that at all. Rusl just gave him a sad half smile and sighed.

He’d also officially bequeathed Link the sword and shield now on his back.

“The sword was meant as a royal gift, anyway,” Rusl said. “Might as well take it with you.”

“I’ll present it to- to the royal family,” Link said. “Like I was supposed to.”

Rusl’s eyes glittered as they flicked between Link’s. “I’d say you’ve earned them, Link.”

“Not up to me.”

Link had the distinct impression Rusl had held something back behind his grimace. He wondered if he’d ever find out what it was.

Epona tossed her head lightly with a nicker. Link’s hand went to her mane by instinct. “Shh, girl. Sorry. Can’t help thinking about it.”

He tried to watch the forest roll by him instead. The insistent tug on him hadn’t lessened at all—but his eyes, at least, seemed more trained on the present and less on the fantastical images he was surely mad to be seeking in reality. He’d told her no, for Godesses’ sake. She’d been ready to promote him straight to captain. What the hell did he think crawling back was going to look like?

“Hi Princess, I’ve been having visions of you glowing like the spirits of the springs. I figured I’d better come back and check on you.”

“Hi Princess. By any chance, have you been on fire lately?”

“Hi Princess. I changed my mind and would very much like a job, please.”

That last one might’ve been more like it, but also more like Ordon-him and less like the respectful person he should be in the presence of royalty.

“Greetings, Princess. I apologize for my indecision.”

Indecision? Indecisiveness? No, that wasn’t it. He was definitely being decisive right now. He’d just made a new decision, that’s all.

“Greetings, Princess. I’ve been taking time to think, and came to realize I would like to accept your offer to enter service as a Knight of Hyrule, if that possibility still exists. It would be my honor.”

That was better.

Was it still too Ordon? Did he need to be more formal?

Midna wouldn’t even have been helpful here. She’d have teased him too much.

“Greetings, Princess.”

Did “greetings” sound ridiculous?

“GREETings, PRINcess,” Midna would say with a haughty toss of her head. “Heheehee! You don’t know much about princesses, do you?”

He really didn’t.

He’d never have thought Midna was a princess. He’d never have thought princesses could be so irreverent, or so absolutely savage. But Zelda didn’t seem much like her, so that didn’t help him much.

The thought brought him up short. Zelda? If he started referring to her that way, he’d end up in the stocks.

Were there stocks?

Maybe there were only stocks in stories. And in Holodrum.

Link shook his head.

He didn’t know anything. He was supposed to be a village protector, a goatherd, and an amateur babysitter. He’d never bothered learning much about foreign affairs, or even domestic ones until recently (and forcibly).

At least he knew there was a dungeon—not that he wanted to end up there, either. And he damn well could if he kept feeling the things he was feeling. He supposed it could go either way. Whatever sorcery had him by the ribcage could calm down when it got what it wanted or it could double down and demand more. That would be a serious problem.

But the visions had to mean something. Right?  There had to be a reason some visceral instinct demanded he seek the Princess—something other than a strange, sudden obsession with the one surviving member of the royal family.

He let out a long, slow breath cooled between pursed lips.

Then he started again.

“Salutations, Princess.”

…No.

--

Zelda opened her eyes to her darkened canopy, veiled by night and the shadow of her dreams.

Tears slipped down her temples.

He and sleep had escaped her once more.

She allowed the cacophony of losses to pool in her eyes in the dark. No one of them could be blamed for the flood: not her people, her father, her allies, or autonomous command over her own body—not her own perspective as her dreams waxed more real than the stark light of a sunlit noon—not even the loss of the man who had freed her, whose shadow grew longer and longer in her dreams, stretching out from the edge of the horizon, his vague silhouette wreathed in a setting sun even though it hadn’t happened that way. Each night brought some new vision of him slipping from her life in a tangle of all the other sorrows.

She hardened her heart against herself.

In reality, they’d spent very little time in each other’s company. Strange that his loss should linger among those haunting her senses.

The tears  would leave a sign beside her, but they would dry before anyone arrived to see them. This was as it should be—for her, tears were and must always be the province of solitude.

She sat up, her jaw set, the satin sheets falling from her front. Slipping from beneath them felt as though through water instead: liquid—muffled. She stood, her bedside rug like the nebulous static at the edge of a thunderhead, the dressing gown she threw over her shoulders as formless to her as the Twilight, her fingertips running over her bedside table’s wood grain smooth and cold as ice. She’d have shivered if she could.

She took in these perceptions and knew them to be false.

She could not unfeel them.

She could not unfeel the fathoms of grief over goodbyes she’d never even said.

But she was the Princess.

She was Hyrule’s one heir.

She could not ignore her other losses, for those were Hyrule’s as well as hers.

Yesterday’s report flickered to awareness—of the creeping incursion on Holodrum’s border, of the Labrynnian ships making bold ventures into the waters off the northeastern shore.

She stepped onto her balcony and faced the precise direction of the sunrise. It was no longer at a perfect parallel with the edge of the castle to the east. The equinox had passed in the Twilght’s veil. Zelda stepped to the edge, resting her fingertips on the stone and peering around her tower, the rubble elsewhere in the keep nothing but indistinct outlines as she waited for the first paling kiss of blue above the distant treas.

She did not look south.

Longing had no business here.

She was the Princess.

She would see reality whether her senses wished her to or not, in defiance of her dreams and their wish to invade her waking moments.

And Link…

She drew a sharp breath, her set jaw pulling her features tight.

Link was free to live the life he wished—the peaceful life he had more than earned.

His shadow, it seemed, would live within her.

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Read chapter 2 here

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Anyone want a mild TP sickfic? :)

I'll admit, I cheated on this a little - some of this was written before, but I just wanted to add more comfort and fluff to it. <3 Because Ordon Fam Fluff is wonderful.

Sicktember Prompt 4 - Hiding an illness

It had started subtly. A little choked back cough. Slower reaction timing.

By the first evening it had progressed to a headache. Link had written it off as just being tired.

But when Fado commented that Link had left the ranch abruptly, Rusl knew better than to wait it out. He'd gone to Link's home around dusk, and after a quick search of the abode, had come to the conclusion that Link was nowhere to be found.

Grabbing a torch as the daylight faded, he headed for the woods.

The trail was unorthodox, but present. Now that Rusl knew what to look for, it made tracking his son much easier. The grass was tousled just a hair, a few branches pushed aside, and one muddy spot bore half a paw print on it. A clump of black fur caught in a nearby bush pieced together the rest of the puzzle well enough.

Walking ahead carefully, Rusl's ears heard the sound of panting, and he turned towards the spring. When he reached the gate, he had to stop for a moment, his blood chilling.

A wolf was lying on its side at the edge of the spring, panting slowly. The sight of the animal in this spring, with a sword on Rusl's back and a torch in his hand, made him freeze up uncontrollably. He bit his tongue and swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry as images of the worst night of his life came unbidden in his mind, images of a wolf whining and bleeding, images of dark shadows morphing into a Hylian, images of his boy crying and bleeding to death.

Without thinking, Rusl immediately discarded his sword, trembling from head to foot. He took a step forward, trying to regain his focus. Then he took another step. The wolf whimpered, and Rusl backtracked three paces.

Come on, he berated himself. Get it together. Something's wrong with him.

Clenching the torch tightly, he stepped forward again, thought better of it, and pitched the torch into the spring to extinguish it. The splash caught the wolf's attention, and he watched his canine boy twitch, but do nothing beyond that.

"Link," Rusl said hoarsely, his throat dry, his heart racing. He blinked the images away again. For his own sake, he pleaded, "Please, turn back, son, I don't know what's wrong."

Link obeyed, shifting easily, still laying on his side, looking miserably and pale and sweaty. Rusl's chest released, allowing him to breathe normally again, and he hastened forward, kneeling beside his boy. The flush to Link's ashen cheeks clued him in, and he placed the back of his hand against the teenager's forehead.

He had a fever.

"S-sorry," Link slurred. "'m really tired. Thought... being a w-wolf would... make it feel better..."

Rusl sighed. "All you had to do was say you weren't feeling well, Link."

"'m ok, P-Pa..."

The resistance member's heart hurt listening to the boy try to reassure him, and he pulled him into his arms. "You will be, Link. Don't worry."

Link tried to argue, shifting weakly in Rusl’s arms as the pair walked through the village. He wasn’t going to be able to climb the ladder while carrying his ward, and he certainly wasn’t going to leave Link unattended, so they were going back to his house.

Uli seemed fairly resigned to the sight that greeted her at the doorway – she likely had seen the signs as well over the last twenty-four hours. She smiled and sighed. “I put blankets and pillows on the couch for him.”

Link immediately shriveled as Rusl gently laid him on the sofa. “S-sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart,” Uli soothed, slicking back sweaty hair from his forehead. “I’m making some soup for you. Rusl will help you get into something more comfortable.”

Rusl nodded with a smile, letting Uli run the house. She was far better of a caretaker when it came to illnesses to be honest, and he was happy to have her call the shots. He was still shaking jitters from the spring, anyway.

Spirits above. He thought he’d gotten passed that. But he supposed he’d just… not addressed it. Not with himself, at least.

Grabbing a spare nightshirt, Rusl wandered back into the den to find Link shivering under the blanket Uli had supplied. Sweat drenched his tunic, and he actively avoided eye contact when Rusl approached him.

“Link,” Rusl said as he crouched down, ignoring the mild strain in his knees. “Don’t feel guilty, son. It’s okay.”

“It’s stupid,” Link sniffled, wiping sweat off his brow with a shaky hand. “I c-can—can take care of—I’m s-sorry—”

Rusl interrupted him when he took a cloth and wiped Link’s face, stopping the boy’s fretting movements. “Link. You do so much for everyone. For the village, for the Resistance, for Hyrule. You saved the world. I think it’s fair for you to let others take care of you sometimes.”

His boy watched him a moment, eyes glassy and conflicted, and he sighed tiredly. “But you and Ma have Hana and Colin and that’s a lot, and you’re in the Resistance too. I…”

“It’s always our pleasure to take care of our boy,” Rusl whispered gently with a smile. “Always.”

Link bit his lip, eyes closing for a moment as he suddenly fought desperately for composure. Rusl let the boy have his privacy on the matter, instead shifting focus to helping him sit up and get into the nightshirt he’d brought.

Once Link was settled and tucked back in, Rusl wiped his face of both sweat and tears and pulled the chair over as Uli arrived with a steaming bowl of soup. Colin was next, stumbling in with half lidded eyes as he’d just gone to bed but had heard the commotion. Once he saw that Link was ill he couldn’t be convinced to go back to bed quite yet, and Hana awakening for some milk further roused him.

It was well into the night when Rusl was gently rocking Hana back and forth, patting her back after her mother had provided her with nourishment. Colin was sitting on the floor by the sofa while Link relaxed, having eaten the soup provided to him, and Uli sat in the chair, regaling her boys with yet another story. Link, despite being quite ill, kept his eyes half open to listen, enjoying listening to his mother’s words, and Colin’s head was slowly tipping to the side and bobbing as he tried to follow along as well. The fire had died down a fair amount, still filling the home with warmth while barely making a sound save for the occasional pop.

“Each little raindrop sparkles like jewels in the light of sacred springs,” Uli continued. She was currently telling one of Colin’s favorites, that being the origins of fairies. “When enough collect on the leaves of the spring, the colors shimmer and swirl, creating a rainbow. The spirits collect the rainbow water together. You can practically taste the magic in the air, like the cool sweet crispness of snow cream in your mouth, and it makes your heart flutter and makes you feel alive. The spirits hold the water in their hands, closed to the world, and when they open them, there lies a fairy. They take a piece of light with them wherever they go, guiding and healing anyone who crosses their path.”

“How many fairies are there?” Colin asked sleepily.

“More than I could ever count,” Uli answered. “But they hide. Their magic is special. Only good children can see them. A while ago, they made a special trip.”

“That’s how Hana is here!” Colin surmised. “Sera says fairies bring babies.”

Uli giggled. “Well. Your Pa certainly helped. You’ll learn more about that when you’re a little older.”

Rusl bit back a snort of laughter.

“But,” she carried on. “They did bring someone years ago. A little one of the forest, with twigs in his hair and little bits of bramble stuck to his clothes. They guided him to Ordon Village and blessed us more than any fairy could ever bless anyone.”

Link’s gentle breaths filled the air as he finally fell asleep, and both parents watched him a moment, their hearts full. Uli spoke of fairies and magic for a while longer, but it didn’t take long for Colin to follow his older brother’s lead. Rusl handed Hana to his wife and then gently carried Colin back to his bed, tucking him in and giving him a kiss good night. When he returned to the den, Uli was doing similar to Link. The couple headed to their room together, settling Hana in her crib.

“We truly are blessed, aren’t we?” Uli sighed happily as the pair settled into bed.

Rusl took her hand, kissing it, and smiled back at her. “Yes, we are.”

[cutebutalsostabby]

In which LoZ games can Link see ghosts, and are there any reasons why he can see ghosts in those games? What about Zelda? Does she ever get to see ghosts or is that a Link thing.

It's a bit arbitrary tbh? In short, I would say that some ghosts are able to make themselves visible whenever they like, whereas others can only be seen if Link has a particular item or ability. I don't recall any of the Zeldas having specific items or abilities here, but you tend to only interact briefly with Zelda in these games so it doesn't actually come up. The specific Links with items/abilities are OoT/MM!Link, WW/PH!Link (arguable), TP!Link, LA!Link, ALBW!Link and AoL!Link - see further details below.

Skyward Sword: Link can see one (1) singular ghost and it's the toilet hand. Which maybe doesn't actually count as a ghost? Do ghosts have physical forms? Nonetheless, it's indicated that other people can hear if not see this ghost, so SS!Link doesn't seem to have any special powers.

Minish Cap: Link can meet a few different ghosts! These include the ghost of a dead king, the ghost of a swordsman, a pair of ghost siblings and some sort of ghost parasite that you can suck up with your gust jar if you arrive at the right time (which I didn't. No light arrows for me...)

Four Swords/Four Swords Adventures: I don't recall there being any ghosts in the former? I think there were some in the latter, but there were no specific abilities/items associated with them. I'm less familiar with these two games however.

Ocarina of Time: you can view ghost Dampe with the naked eye (I think) but need the eye of truth to see the spirit in the wasteland. While you're in the Shadow Temple, Well and a few other areas, Navi mentions being able to see/hear spirits that Link can't.

Majora's Mask: this game's version of the Eye of Truth lets you see a few other ghosts, including Darmani! Though you can see his shadow without it, which is interesting.

Wind Waker: you meet a few dead people, including Fado, Laruto and King Boat Dad. It seems like they all appear specifically because they want to talk to Link, e.g. in response to him conducting the sage's melodies. He doesn't have any special items or abilities, except potentially the Ghost Ship chart: you need this in order to board the ship, and the game text hints that the object is cursed somehow. Might explain why Phantom Hourglass is suddenly so much ghostlier?

Phantom Hourglass: same Link as above, but he meets way more ghosts this time! They're everywhere! Spooky!

Spirit Tracks: technically Zelda isn't a ghost? I think? She's technically still alive, after all? I don't recall there being any other ghosts in this game.

Twilight Princess: hell yeah ghosts, and this time you actually have a reason(?) for being able to see them! Turn on wolf senses. At least one ghost is visible (to both Link and Midna) even WITHOUT wolf senses, and it's the dead Zora queen who wants you to save her child.

A Link to the Past: nothing that I recall, outside of monsters.

A Link Between Worlds: you can get the highly fashionable hint glasses, which let you view hint ghosts! I of course am a pro gamer and never used this ability.

Oracle of Ages + Oracle of Seasons: there are a few ghosts, but no special items or abilities. They're just there.

Link's Awakening: some ghosts are visible without items, but you can also obtain the Magnifying Glass, which lets you see others! But then again, this is a dream so whatever goes, I guess (spoiler lol).

Triforce Heroes: nada afaik.

Zelda I: it's not really clear who is and is not a ghost? You meet an old man under a grave and he gives you a sword. It's probably fine?

Zelda II (Adventure of Link): you obtain the Cross! Definitely not based on any real world religions. The Cross lets you see invisible ghost monsters. You don't meet any actual ghost NPCs in this game, but theoretically this Link would be able to see them if they were there.

Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom: you meet plenty of ghosts but don't have any special items to see them. Imo this version of Hyrule must be SUPER haunted, so you're probably only seeing a fraction of what's there.

Hyrule Warriors (if you count it): no special items or abilities, except maybe the magic mirror you get in the water temple? It's an item that you can use to break an illusion spell. But in general, if a ghost shows up, it's visible to all characters.

I think that's everything? Let me know if I missed a game!

[artemistorm]

I just wanna play more Twilight Princess. Despite having played 3 hours I feel like I've barely scratched the surface of the storyline. I can see a lot of OOT in TP-- does Time know that Twilight has a villager named Fado? Also, I just got to the TP equivalent of a SS Silent Realm trial. Brother says it is annoying so... we'll see how it does.

[jullbnt]

Linktober 2023 – Masterlist

Day 1. Merchant (Ravio)

Day 2. Temple (ALttP Link exploring an old school dungeon)

Day 3. Friend/Helper/Companion (OoT Link and Epona)

Day 4. Sage (Nabooru)

Day 5. Race/Species (Midna and the Twili)

Day 6. Mask (Fierce Deity Link and all the masks!!)

Day 7. Sky Islands (TotK Link with the broken Master Sword)

Day 8. Constructs (Soldier Constructs)

Day 9. Deity (Hylia)

Day 10. Zelda (ALttP Zelda)

Day 11. Monsters (Dancing Redeads)

Day 12. Princess (Hilda)

Day 13. Spirit/Ghost/Phantom (Hero’s Shade)

Day 14. Ganon/Ganondorf (WW Ganondorf)

Day 15. Favorite character (Hero of Time)

Day 16. Dragons (all the dragons from TotK/BotW)

Day 17. Prophecy (Master Sword)

Day 18. Boss (WW Gohma)

Day 19. Zonai (TotK Zelda with the ghosts of Rauru and Sonia)

Day 20. Fire/Lava/Heat (Darunia)

Day 21. Link (TP Link)

Day 22. NPC (OoT Impa)

Day 23. Child/Children (OoT Link and Zelda as children)

Day 24. Korok/Kikwi/Kokiri (WW Link with Makar and Fado)

Day 25. Fairy (OoT/MM Great Fairy taking care of young Link)

Day 26. Overgrown (Minish Link)

Day 27. Plants/Forest (Saria)

Day 28. Light/Sparkle/Bright (OoT Rauru)

Day 29. Aquatic/Water (Ruto)

Day 30. Favorite game (Ocarina of Time)

Day 31. Free for all (OoT Zelink)

I’m also making posts grouping them by game or theme! In order of appearance:

A Link Between Worlds 

A Link to the Past

Ocarina of Time

OoT Seven Sages (six actually!)

Twilight Princess

Majora’s Mask

Tears of the Kingdom

Hylian religion

The Wind Waker

The Minish Cap

Hope you guys like them :D

These are available as prints on my Inprnt page! (I still need to add a few of them)

[midcna]

So. I found my strategy guide for TP, and the character description section literally calls out Link and his best bud Fado for being feisty little shits (typed out myself because my phone camera sucks)

You're a young man who is around 17 years old. You are a wrangler in a quiet village tucked away in the Ordon Woods, in a far corner of the kingdom of Hyrule. Away from Castle Town, you lead a quiet life and are a constant source of amusement among the village children. You are cheerful and truthful, but with a mischievous side, and you're often admonished by Ilia, your childhood friend and daughter of the village mayor.

A friend of yours and around your age (about 17), Fado works with you in the same farmhouse. Fado is an easygoing, down-to-earth type of fellow, but he has a somewhat childish side and sometimes goads you into reckless behavior, before receiving a scolding from Ilia.

[link-is-a-dork]

[dryanpierce]

This piece was for the Our Linked Community servers art exchange. This piece was for @joker-japan

They have officially converted me to their rare pair of TP Link X TP Fado. And I’m here for it. I had so much fun with this piece and I’m quite proud of it.

[louve-garoue]

Hey remember that post on how the Kokiri in Ocarina of Time had gendered clothings and Link wore a set of a mix of the boy and girl clothes ? Guess what ? They did it in Twilight princess too ! (honestly this may have already been pointed out because the games is more than 15 years old but I'm making my own post too for reason)

Look at the girl's outfit in Ordon Village :

And here are the boy's outfit in Ordon Village :

Alright so the main difference is that Women wear pants while Men wear a sort of long skirt (I'm sorry if it has a name that I don't know).

Smaller differences are that Women tend to prefer short shirt that they put underneath their garb with little to none decoration on their clothes. While Men tend to prefer long shirt/tunics with their 'skirt' underneath (unless those are long tunics with the end being in a different color ? idk maybe both are present) and a sort of apron(?) over it and have a lot of decoration on their garbs which feature a very specific belt.

You can note Women do have those apron(?) too, just like Men can have shorter shirt too. It's just rarer, less popular it's seems. Also young boys don't have long tunic like their parent so I guess it's considered like are considered for adult ?

Anyway by that logic those outfits :

seems to be gender neutral :). Maybe you could think that it's just more practical for their job except Link has the same one as Fado who is wearing traditional boy clothing and I would like to show that at Ordon it's perfectly acceptable to put a relatively short tunic with only underpants underneath as proved by Mayor Bo :

And although it does seems that Illia and Link dresses in a way that calls back to their parents (I'm talking about both Rusl, Uli but also Fado in Link case) which very heartwarming but they could also have gone into a more gender-conforming way to do this.

So in short : enby Link, Illia and Rusl solidarity (no wonder they are close).

Oh and @childrenofordon this might be an useful reference :) (you're doing god's work, thank you)

[lightningbreath]

First, remove the #zelink tag. I once made a post criticizing ganlink and also put it in the ship tag. Luckily, polite people came to warn me and ask me to remove the tag, as these tags are for people who like the ship. Why would you purposefully put this in a tag directly opposite your post’s point? Tagging zelink on a hate post is like if you HATED cheese, and decided to drive 30 minutes over to the local cheese market to yell at people who are buying cheese. like, nobody is in the tag/market is going to go “oh damn you’re so right. cheese/this ship sucks”

The malink theory doesn't make sense because: TP Link IS NOT THE OWNER of the ranch, that's FADO. TP Link is the ONLY HYLIAN in Ordon. It's probably that he's an orphan, he lives in a tree. There's no evidence that Link likes Malon aaaaaand IN THE JP VERSION, the sheikah stone said that Malon wants a PRINCE CHARMING, not a Knight, this destroy completely the Malink "evidence". 

Then comes the question "Ah, but when Link went back in time, he obviously stayed with Malon because Zelda didn't remember him" and I ask: WHY?

Seriously, regardless of whether or not Malon liked Link, who is Malon in Link's life? How important is she in his life? She is the girl Epona gave him and is another one of the many people he saved (it's worth remembering that he only went to the Ranch to get Epona, Malon didn't matter).

"""A-ctually 🤓 In MM Link has the Ocarina of Time and Epona both being incredibly important to Zelda and Malon, meaning Link had some relationship with both of them in the child timeline. The Cremia hug is the only time we see someone hug Time and the dialogue “You feel all warm and fuzzy inside! Sigh… You could get used to this!” We know how Link feels it warm and fuzzy.""""

And what does this prove? That Link considered Cremia to be someone minimally warm, but that matters little, Marín is a reflection of Zelda in Link's dream, but she is not Zelda, the same goes for Cremia, who even though she really was based on Malon, she is not Malon (Link interacted more with Malon as a child than as an adult, there would be no way for Link to know much about Malon as an adult).

And if you tell me that they are Malon or based on Malon, then you have to admit that Marín is Zelda from Link's Awakening, after all it has already been confirmed that she was created from Link's memories and that Malon is just a reference to Marín, just like his father and uncle are Mario and Luigi. Link knows NOTHING about Malon, Malon has had minimal impact, she is not a friend, she is no different from the other NPCs Link saves in the game. There's no reason for Link to see her as anything more than "the girl who sold me Epona." Cremia and Romani are creations of Termina, Link's memories did not influence this world as in Link's Awakening. They are people with their own personalities and problems, the only thing they have from Malon is their appearance and living on a ranch. Just it. There is no deep reason for them to have Malon's model.

Not to mention: So what? Let's say Link fell in love with Cremia, well, what a tragedy, because she disappeared with Termina and when he returns to Hyrule he will find Malon and, guess what? You will discover that Malon IS NOT Cremia (nor Romani). Malon doesn't have Romani's memories, she doesn't have Romani's experiences, her skills, she doesn't have Romani's PERSONALITY, she just has her appearance. And if you say that this doesn't interfere with Link being with Malon, then you're validating oot zelink fans, after all, the fact that this Zelda doesn't have oot Zelda's memories doesn't interfere with the possibility of her being with Link.

If I go to a ranch I've never been to and the owner's daughter sells me a mare, even if her favorite, it means little or nothing. Cremia hugs Link and he doesn't hug her back, but seriously, a kid who's been through the worst shit getting a hug of gratitude, those words are expected.

And another, the fact that TP Link has Epona and knows her song, strengthens his connection with Oot Link but not with Malon, since Epona now belongs to Link and he knows her song, Malon is not obligatory to pass on this knowledge, Link may have taught these things to his wife and children.

And finally, TP Link is a farmer, and? Oot Link died as a high-ranking member of the Hylian army, TP Link's work does nothing to help us learn about his family, especially when TP Link works on SOMEONE ELSE'S farm, a human's, OUTSIDE THE LON-LON RANCH and no one in the Order knows anything about Link's parents. Malon isn't the most obvious choice, she's just the laziest: "TP Link is a farmer and so is Malon, so Malon is obviously his ancestor."

In the game itself Malon isn't even that teased as a love interest for Link, the closest thing that we have is the Sheika stone that say that Malon dream about having a romance with a charming knight wich don't even really refers to Link. The manga adaptation took this sole line and reduced Malon's character to it to make her the cliche of the normal childhood friend with an unquireted love for the hero who end up with an important woman but in the game she most of her character is linked to the ranch and her familly, not really to Link. 

Now, again, TP Link is a farmer in a human village, outside of Castel Town, no one in Ordon knows Link's parents or how he got to the village, Epona's song could easily be transmitted only by Oot Link because he knows the song, Malon is NOT necessary to justify why TP Link has a mare called Epona and knows her song, Oot Link remembered the song, Malon taught him now he can teach this song to anyone, Epona's song is not a solid proof.

Regarding Zelda Lullaby, Zelda's royalty seems to be quite matriarchal since Hylia's powers seem to manifest themselves only in the women of the family, in addition to the fact that in Oot/MM, her function is more of a secret song to perform spells than a lullaby itself.

If we take into consideration that there are 300 years between MM and TP, along with my bastard child theory, it would make sense that TP Link didn't know Zelda's lullaby.

As we do not have information about Link's parents, nor more concrete information about the post-MM period, I agree, both Malink and Zelink are possible, the question is how Malink senders treat this as absolute truth when there is no solid evidence that this can be true.

Other thing: Oot Zelink couldn't happen because Zelda is a princess... Where does it say that? Where in Zelda's lore does this say? Zelda's royalty is already very different from ours, considering that titles of nobility have basically zero importance, not to mention that the beginning of MM makes it clear that the royal family had a lot of appreciation for Link, besides, as far as I I know, the royal family doesn't seem to have problems with royal marriages with members of the army (for example we have Rhoam and Zelda's mother in BotW) and considering that Link has become an important member of the royal army and that his tomb is in the territory of the royal family leads me to believe that he wasn't just anyone and about his forgotten history, well, in TP we have no reference to Oot Zelda and her reign or the reign of her children nor to other characters from Oot, so it seems that everyone in the generation of Oot Link were forgotten.

I'm sorry but I cannot see Zelink in ocarina of time. Zelda practically ruined his life by sending him back 7 years, everything he went through, forgotten. Yes link knew sheik but they really just showed up before each temple to play some music and say some deep ass poem to him. I just don't get Zelink in this game UNLESS it's the manga. The manga still kinda forced the ship.

[sabertoothwalrus]