#zora siblings

[revali-is-a-narc]

[carelessapples]

revived champs au info time! starting w mipha + sidon :)

riju + urbosa

[kalolasart]

Winter wonderland ☃️

[metamatronic]

Champions Resurrected AU / Prelude 1: Mipha

i was gonna post this on AO3 and I still might if I write more, but here’s a brief written retelling/continuation of the Mipha & Sidon reunion comic (warnings: canon typical violence? just in case)

The crackling noise that shook through Zora’s Domain that morning was mistaken for thunder at first. Zoras chatted amongst themselves, puzzled over lightning in a cloudless sky. Even King Dorephan, who had lived long enough to experience nearly every natural oddity that occurred near the Domain, leaned forward on his throne to peer into the vast blue.

“There, Father! Do you see it?” Sidon, always eager to abandon their discussions on politics, pointed toward the falling beam as it cut through the sky. “A falling star during the day. How rare!”

“I doubt it,” Dorephan rumbled. “I’ve seen many falling stars. I’ve never seen one like that. Something is strange about it.”

“Your Majesty, we are under attack!”

Sidon only winced a little at the sharp voice, before straightening up on instinct. He watched his father shoot his advisor an amused look as he rushed in.

“I doubt that as well, Muzu,” Dorephan chuckled. “If so, our enemy’s aim could certainly use some work!”

“Your Majesty!” Muzu cried, wringing his hands. “Please, consider the possibility at least!”

Sidon tuned out the conversation, walking out to the balcony and watching the dazzling light as it descended. Now that he was really looking, it had a faint blue glow to it that seemed to be dimming as it approached the ground. Its movement was strange, bobbing through the air like it was adjusting its course. A Rito, perhaps?

Sidon certainly hoped not as he watched the light plummet behind the rocks and into the Bank of Wishes. He hadn’t met many, but from what he’d heard, the Rito weren’t particularly keen swimmers. His fins itched as thoughts of warbled squawking and the charging of Lizalfo shock arrows plagued his mind.

“I will go investigate,” Sidon said, loudly enough to cut off whatever tirade Muzu had been in the middle of.

“Sire! Surely you’re joking!” Muzu said. “You cannot be so reckless! Ever since you took on Vah Ruta, you’ve been acting as though you are invincible, insisting you handle things yourself. If you keep acting as such—”

“I am very fast and very capable. I will be back if it is anything too dangerous, I assure you!” Sidon said with a grin. He was already stepping backward towards the edge of the balcony. “You have my word.”

“My Lord!” Muzu cried as Sidon winked, before leaping gracefully off the ledge and into the waters below.

By the time Muzu had made his way to the balcony, the only trace of the prince was a slice of red cutting effortlessly through Ruto Lake.

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Mipha groaned, opening her eyes and immediately regretting it as she was buffeted by the fierce wind. As she grasped uselessly at her surroundings, every nerve suddenly sparked to life as she realized she was falling. Fast.

Her right fin was pulled open by a gust and she spun with a yelp, being tossed violently through the air. It reminded her of swimming down a waterfall, the dizzying feeling of the current and gravity pulling you relentlessly toward the sharp rocks below.

“Always keep your eyes forward, my dear Mipha,” her father’s voice echoed, pulling her back to her youth when she’d foolishly closed her eyes and nearly missed the lake below. “The most dangerous thing you can do is let your fear steer you.”

Prying her eyes open, she extended her fins and clumsily straightened herself. She felt a wave of nausea hit as the faded blues of distance gave way to the vibrant greens and purples of the earth below. A long leap off a waterfall, she told herself, that’s all this was.

Mipha bit her lip as she took in the surroundings. Even from this height, she could recognize her home, even if the sight brought her little comfort in her current situation. She was positioned over the Zora River now but could feel the wind knocking her around. Even a few feet off target could spell the end, and Mipha was already more acquainted with death than she ever wished to be.

With a shaky breath, she pulled her arms to her sides and flattened her fins, picking up speed until the world blurred. The wind whistling past her was nearly loud enough to hurt but was soon muddled by the familiar sound of rushing water and bubbling air pockets. She opened her fins quickly to slow the pull downward, relenting only when the pull of gravity faded to the gentle current of the river.

When the bubbles finally cleared, Mipha found herself upsetting close to the rocky bottom of Zora River.

She could still feel her heartbeat everywhere, behind her eyes and at the ends of her fins. She fought the tears pricking her eyes, shaking as the adrenaline slowly filtered from her system.

It was only after she’d allowed herself a moment of reprieve that it clicked.

She had a heartbeat. She could see the small bubbles pushing around her as she moved the water around her. She was here, alive.

“How is this…” Mipha stared at her hands, unmistakably solid, and forgave the tremor in her voice. “What happened?”

A warm light had descended into the depths of Vah Ruta. Mipha had known instantly what it was—could feel the warmth of Hylia even through the coldness of her spirit. She briefly said her goodbyes, before capturing the light in her hands and fading away.

In all honesty, Mipha hadn’t been certain what would come after that. But hurtling toward the ground at high speeds had not been it.

“I should…what should I do?” Mipha waded anxiously back and forth beneath the turbulent current. “Should I return to the Domain? Would that cause some sort of issue? Perhaps I should return to Vah Ruta…”

Despite her fondness for her Divine Beast, Mipha couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran through her at that. Surely after committing one hundred years to her tomb, the Goddesses would forgive her stalling her return a bit.

“I’m not even sure how much time has passed since Link’s victory over Ganon…” Mipha mumbled quietly. “For all I know, thousands of years have passed. Perhaps I’ve been reincarnated? Though I don’t think one usually reincarnates as an adult. Or with their memories, for that matter.” Even passing fish seemed to eye her warily as she fidgeted in place. She groaned.

“Oh, just make up your mind, Mipha!” she scolded quietly, squishing her face. “Right, then I’ll return to the Domain and ask around. Surely someone will be able to fill in the details.”

With that, Mipha propelled herself upwards into the main current, pivoted around the bend, and smashed headlong into something.

It was large and red, but that was all Mipha could make out past the stars in her eyes. The direct hit to the nose had shocked her system, leaving her nearly blind in the water. Dazed, she pushed upwards until water gave way to cool air. She shook her head, which only served to worsen the ringing in her ears.

Thankful at least that her sight returned, Mipha blinked and almost doubted her newly restored vision. A Zora nearly twice her size was treading water in front of her, rubbing his nose and saying something Mipha couldn’t quite make out.

“…a…logies, I must h… let the cur…nt…rry me too quickly. Are you injured? I can help you back to the Domain if you are. Again, I apologize for…” The large Zora trailed off as he looked down, blinking owlishly at Mipha.

He was familiar in a way that pulled deep at Mipha’s soul. She could see the lines of others—parts of her father, her mother, even some of herself—but it was the way his eyes lit up with an almost childlike hope that solidified what her heart already knew.

“Sidon?” She asked.

Sidon’s face split into a blinding grin.

“Sister!” He swam forward, before jolting to a stop. His eyes snapped behind her, and it was as they widened in horror that Mipha heard the charging of a shock arrow being knocked.

Spinning, Mipha reached for her trident and was met with empty air. Frantic, she launched a weak spray of water at the Lizalfo before being yanked away. She heard the arrow loose, then the sickening thunk as it embedded into skin.

She looked up at Sidon, who was hunched over her protectively. He winced, undoubtedly from the arrow lodged in his shoulder, and turned to the Lizalfo with gritted teeth.

“No!” Mipha cried. She pulled Sidon underwater, doing her best to ignore the pained yelp as she tugged on his injured arm to urge him lower.

“If I hadn’t struck the arrow with water and activated the shock before it hit you, your injury would be much more severe. We must dive deep enough that the shock radius won’t hit us if he fires again.”

“It’s just one Lizalfo, Sister!” Sidon said, but she could hear him hiss a little as he swam. “I promise, I’ve handled much worse!”

“There is never just one Lizalfo, Sidon,” She chided. “This should be deep enough. Let me heal you.”

She swam behind him, frowning at the scars that littered his body. “I need to remove the arrow before I can begin. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Sidon says, his smile strained slightly with pain. “It’s not the first time that this has happened.”

“That is what concerns me,” Mipha said quietly. She yanked the arrow out quickly before pressing her hands to the wound, pooling her energy into her palms. “I have no doubt you have defended our domain bravely, Sidon. I’m so incredibly proud of you. I only wish I could have been there to heal you and protect you from harm.”

“Sister…” Sidon said quietly. He moved to turn, but Mipha tutted at him and he stayed still, tilting his head down to stare at the riverbed below.

“It has undoubtedly been difficult since your…since you failed to return from Vah Ruta,” Sidon said. “But your unending kindness and devotion have been a beacon of hope for our whole kingdom. None more than me. You may not have known it, but there was never a moment you weren’t with me.”

He tilted his head to the side, peering over his shoulder as Mipha worked. “If I may ask, Sister, how is it that you’ve managed to return? Not that I’m ungrateful, I assure you! But…”

“In all honesty, I’m not sure myself,” Mipha said, quietly lifting her hands as the last threads of her healing magic settled into Sidon. “One moment I was aboard Vah Ruta, a spirit, finally content to move on knowing the war was won and our people were safe. Then, the next moment, I’m hurtling toward the ground, several thousand feet in the air. I’m at a loss for explanations.”

Sidon spun around quickly, eyes sparkling. “That glowing comet in the sky, that was you? That is amazing! Extraordinary!” He grabbed her hands, smiling wide. “This must be a gift from the Goddess! Payment for your hard work and sacrifice, no doubt! No one would be more deserving than you!”

At that, Mipha paused. “Do you think…The other Champions, would they have also…?”

“Perhaps so,” Sidon said, scratching his chin. “I can’t say I’ve heard anything, but admittedly I don’t keep very informed on foreign affairs. Perhaps someone else in the Domain has heard something? Or…!”

Sidon snapped to attention, smile glowing impossibly brighter. “I’ll send for Link! Surely he’ll know, as well-traveled and sociable as he is, and I have no doubt he will be thrilled to see you again! Perhaps we could even call the engagement back on!”

Mipha sputtered bubbles at Sidon’a grin. “S-Sidon! There is—was never any engagement! Link and I are friends, th-that’s all!”

Sidon frowned, looking thoughtful. “But I was positive the Zora armor was for him. It looked like a perfect fit!”

“Oh, you found that then?” Mipha said, voice pitching up an octave. “That was, erm, well it was a rash decision really. I thought better of it, hence why he never found out about it! So really, there’s no need to tell him it was even made!”

“Ah, so you didn’t end up confessing anything,” Sidon said, nodding. “Your diary entry was unclear, so I wasn’t sure whether the two of you had made proper arrangements or not. Poor Link remembers very little from that time, unfortunately, and even showing him the passage didn’t seem to help.”

“You…You read my diary?” Mipha mumbled in disbelief. She then swayed a little, realization hitting her. “Link read my diary?!”

“Yes?”

“Did…Did anyone else?”

“Father, Muzu, and a very talented Rito bard named Kass.”

Mipha made a noise like a tea kettle and Sidon looked immediately abashed, glancing away. “Er, I do hope that was alright? Father said you likely wouldn’t have minded, and I wanted so desperately to preserve your legacy.”

“Well, then I have a few words for Father,” Mipha huffed. “Reading a girl’s diary, really! How uncouth.”

She swam past him before turning, holding out a hand for Sidon. It felt a little silly now, offering to guide a Zora so much larger than herself. He must be about her age now and had clearly grown into a capable warrior. But in those eyes, Mipha could only see her young brother, still anxious to speak to others or swim too far from her side.

If Sidon took offense to the gesture, he showed no sign of it as he took her hand tightly. But then he let go, swam beside her, withdrew his trident—Mipha almost thought it was her own, but reconsidered when she noticed how large it was—and set it horizontally behind his back. He tilted his head toward it, but Mipha simply stared in confusion.

“I imagine falling from the sky was a harrowing experience, and I cannot begin to think of how taxing being revived from the dead must be,” Sidon clears his throat, eyes drifting to the side. “Allow me to carry you back. It will be easier to dodge enemies if we travel together, and I assure you I am capable. I am one of the fastest swimmers in the Domain, after all!”

Mipha stared at him a moment more before his action clicked into place. She’d done the same things for him when he was young—using her own trident as a handgrip for a much smaller Sidon as they traversed the waterfalls. Muzu had worried endlessly about it, convinced that Sidon would slip or that his grip would falter and he would go coasting off the side of a cliff. But she’d insisted that she trusted Sidon’s strength and courage, and her father had agreed to allow her to continue.

Now, Sidon swam nervously in front of her, offering his trident to her in the same gesture. She felt her heart swell, seeing that even after all these years, he hadn’t forgotten their time together. She smiled, tears threatening to spill from her eyes again as she dove behind Sidon. He turned to look, smile faltering for a moment before Mipha set a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Forgive me, Sidon. I was overcome with emotions. I trust you, and thank you for your kindness.” She tightened her hands around the trident, and the feeling of cool Zora steel beneath her hands for the first time in a century sent a chill through her. “I’m ready when you a—re!”

Mipha bit down a yelp as Sidon shot through the water at near-blinding speeds. It took her a moment to adjust, and even the familiar Zora River left her speechless as it whipped by. She now had no doubt her brother was the strongest swimmer she’d ever met—it was as if the water itself was pushing him forward like a jet stream. It was exhilarating, almost like learning to swim all over again, and Mipha couldn’t contain the joyous laughter that pulled its way out of her.

She was here, really here, feeling the water on her scales and the cool metal under her fingers. She could see the fish and plants move as they swam by, could see the trail of bubbles in their wake. When they broke the surface of the water, cutting effortlessly up the falls of the Domain, she gasped, taking in the view.

She was with her beloved brother, in her beloved home, and she was alive.

[dailysylvesterashling]

Day FOURTY!!!

Sylvie and Zora!!

Also slight spoilers for the great at cowboy music video at the end so watch out

My blorbos, My kin, My hyperfixations within the my hyperixation that is EE, The two characters i feel have the most untapped potential in terms of Development, story-telling AND power in general

How the two are polar opposites in every way, Sylvie being interested in researching how epithets affect the human Psyche, Zora being interested in erasing epithets :0 to make things more fair i NEED to see these two interact OH MY GOD JELLO PLEASE

For what i’d think would happen, It would depend on how the two meet, If Zora Salazar met Sylvie while hunting a bounty/bliss ocean target, Sylvie would try and intervene with Zora treating him with as little seriousness as possible before leaving, If Sylvester’s the TARGET, That’s a powerscaling conversation

Honestly It’s hard to come up with a situation where Sylvie and Zora would end up meeting that deosn’t end with the two fighting as i feel Zora would ignore Sylvie if he didn’t relate to her mission or task, He’s just a kid to her

But if they did, Zora Salazar would ABSOLUTELY make fun of Sylvie for being a nerd and call him a kid just to piss him off for the funnies, Syvester ain't having NONE of it and constantly telling her that he’s not a kid which just causes her to do it more, When the teasing stops and the two starts talking, Zora is a little irritated that Sylvie’s so adamant on researching epithets while Sylvie’s both curious and offended that Zora hates epithets so much

if Sylvie learn about Zora being a part of bliss ocean one of two things will happen, Either Sylvie will try and ‘defend’ himself from Zora despite her having no intent to harm him, Or he’d try and therapize her to try and figure out why a inscribed person is part of a anti-epithet terrorist group

Zora’s definitely NOT into therapy and would try every possible way to get out of this impromptu Therapy session while Sylvie keeps his professionalism throughout the entire thing

I feel like Sylvie would be the only person to actually challenge Zora’s beliefs and ask her if she’s okay with having HER epithet erased :OOO, Which surprisingly enough no one else in EE mentioned

For the Duel tech

I like the idea of Sylvie using nightmare fuel on someone she’s fighting and since they’re in the middle of fighting ZORA FUCKING SALAZAR , Sylvie’s nightmare fuel would just make her even MORE terrifying and Zora would LOVE it

And as for Nightmare fuel on Zora?

Well, Zora hates Epithets because her parents were killed by Bonzai blasters, Guns are non-lethal and only do minor impact damage so the only way for them to have been killed was by the Bonzai imbuing their bullets like Zora does, So…Zora would see that very same Bonzai blaster…gunning for her instead, Pun fully intended.

And along the list of people confronted with their worst nightmares…Zora would be one of the few who chose fight instead of flight, She would try and remind herself that the vision is part of Sylvie’s epithet and to focus on him....but gives in and let all her anger out on the Dream Bonzai before realizing that her bullets wont do anything, trying every form of combat she knows before finally realizing her actions are useless and finally becoming scared, not the type of fear where she’d need to get away from the threat at all costs…more so the fear that she’s going to die and she doesn’t want to, much like Ramsey’s thanatophobia

Zora’s fear is not being able to stop people from giving others the same fate She was given as a child, To stop people from being so helpless against the inscribed, that’s why she fantasizes about fair fights and battles of destiny and fate

Her parents would’ve been fine if the bonzai was a Mundie

They would’ve been alive

But no, That bonzai just so happened to be inscribed, Just so happened to have an epithet that can make bullets fatal

her parents were guaranteed to die that encounter…and it was all thanks to a person being lucky enough to be born with a epithet, to then be lucky enough to have their epithet be so powerful, to then be lucky enough to be at the right time and right place to witness Mr. and Mrs. Salazar dig up that treasure…

In her eyes it’s unfair

That’s because it isn’t

[catgirlkirigiri]

Iris my love... gotta have the girly secondary fursona. For gender time. Actually think she's being demoted to fursona number 3 but idk we'll see about the pecking order when refs are all done. She was waaay overdue for a redesign oh shit I just realized I didn't put a color palette on here. Oh well ig too late for that now I am not rearranging that bg

[teamcapwasrightandishouldsayit]

hot loz take: we don't actually know what zonai look like. we know what RAURU AND MINERU look like.

imagine if like... zora. had never been depicted onscreen before. and then when we finally meet some, it's mipha and sidon and no one else.

the fandom would draw from this: zora are red with white markings. zora are shark-like. zora girls are very short and zora boys are very tall. zora have yellow eyes. zora have fins on their shoulders and elbows and waists.

but that's not true, is it? imagine, then, that in that world where we only knew mipha and sidon, there was an item called, idk, the ancient queen's aspect, and when you put it on it turned you into, say, queen oren from albw.

and the fandom would look at this and say, that can't be a zora. sure, she's fish-like, but think of all the differences! she's not red and has no white markings. her eyes aren't yellow. she has no shoulder/elbow fins. she's not a shark! zora are sharks, as we all know. her waist fins look nothing like zora waist fins. does she even have legs? couldn't possibly be a zora. she looks nothing like one!

but she is a zora. we know this, because we've seen many kinds of zora and know they are a diverse species that also evolved a lot over time.

this brings me to the ancient hero.

many people have said this can't be a zonai. zonai are gray, and he's green. zonai have white sclera, and his are black. zonai have three eyes, and he only has two. zonai have human like feet and he has paws. zonai don't have tails, but he does. zonai have big furry ears but his are more hylian. zonai have white hair with coloured accents, but his is red.

but. no. guys.

rauru and mineru are gray. rauru and mineru have white sclera and three eyes and human like feet and no tails and big ears and white hair. rauru and mineru have these things. that doesn't mean every zonai matches that description.

plus, this is, presumably, the ancient hero who fought the first calamity. which was thousands of years after rauru and mineru were alive. i think it's not unreasonable to assume there could have been some evolution there. and even if there was no evolution at all and zonai are exactly the same as they were when rauru and mineru were alive. there is no reason the ancient hero can't be a zonai.

[just-a-little-fan-1793]

Solid: So... you're with a witch.

Nozel: Yes.

Solid: And you two with peasants.

Nebra & Noelle: Yes.

Solid: ... Don't count on me to also choose a witch or a peasant!

Nozel, Nebra & Noelle: That wasn't our goal!

Vanessa, Zora & Asta: That was his first thought?

[vilandel]

Bedroom Birthday

Summary For the first time since his mother died, Nozel Silva finally got a real happy birthday...

A/N And another oneshot I once wrote for Nozels birthday, this one from two years ago 💜 Nothing much, just the Silva siblings being a proper family, along with Vanessa, Zora and Asta 💘 (I'm sorry that there is no Rosette, but back in 2022, I was just starting creating her, so... But trust me, she would have given Nozel some great gift)

Ao3 link

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Due to the snow that wouldn’t stop falling since the afternoon, the bells of cathedral sounded like from far, far away. But still, Nozel could hear very well how many times the bells were ringing.

Twelve times.

Midnight.

The beginning of a new day, even though it was still night. 30th of December.

His birthday.

Nozel sighed. It wasn’t usually a happy day for him. Especially not since the day he lost his mother. He never organized a party for his birthday since, making it just a work day like any other. Oh, he got the nicely fake and flattery congratulations cards from other nobles, not to mention those disgusting marriage proposals. Royals birthdays always seemed like a perfect occasions for noble families to court, trying to marry into one of the three royal houses.

Fuegoleon, Kirsch and his Vermillion aunt always tried to make some birthday party or dinner for him, but he always declined. Nozel remembered what his mother used to do and sadness always filled his soul then. He never really got over his grief and his overwhelming guilt made him believe that he didn’t deserved it.

He really needed to work on his guilt issues… among other things.

But even though there wasn’t any party for his birthday, it never stop his siblings to have presents for him on that day. Nebra, Solid and even Noelle never forgot to get him something for his birthday. Oh, he never asked them, they never gave them to him in person and it never had been something they did together, of course. Nozel still wondered why his siblings would do it in the first place.

But still, at the end of the day, there were always presents on his bed. Although, while Nebra and Noelle actually always seemed to put some thoughts in it, Solids gifts were always rather useless. But all of them were precious to Nozel and it hurt for years, because he considered for so long that he didn’t deserve that kind of kindness.

He never supposed that it would change one day.

But it did. Over the past year and a half, many things happened to change his cold heart, to make him reconsider, to openly accept kindness others were ready to give him.

And one of those reasons was in his arms in this very moment.

“Happy Birthday,” Vanessa whispered, kissing him softly at the corner of his lips.

Nozel didn’t reply. He just closed his eyes and allowed himself a soft smile, savouring her presence, her touch, her hold… all of her.

He never excepted to fall in love. Especially with a person out of his circles. Even more that they came together in not a kinda classical way.

But love was something that doesn’t come in a logic way and it’s not something anyone can decide according to a plan.

They bonded over occasional talks, that came deeper over time. Something grow between them, deeper feelings than just friendship… and now, here they were. Together, in love, already having faced difficulties and hardships, ready to face others that surely would come.

Their relationship was now public knowledge and many nobles of course refused to accept that a prince would rather choose a Black Bull witch over many of the eligible noble candidates.

“You did promise me that you won’t spend your birthday brooding, like the other years, don’t forget.”

“It’s not like you gave me a choice.”

Vanessa laughed, her voice filling his bedroom with a joy he haven’t known for years.

She had been quite shocked to learn how he used to spent his birthdays. Almost offended even, Vanessa always said that birthdays were one of the most important dates and she refused to let him continue to be sad to every 30th of December. Not on her watch, she had said.

Since dating Vanessa, Nozel knew it was pretty useless to say no to a witch. And he loved her too much to continue to feel he didn’t deserved it. Vanessa helped him to finally start to forgive himself. Nozel was still cautious with that and it was still a work in progress, but Vanessa was always there to help him.

He had no idea what she prepared for his birthday. He hoped that it was at least not something crazy, knowing Vanessa. But Nozel knew one thing. This birthday wouldn’t be sad and filled with guilt. To be honest, deep down, Nozel was also done spending his birthdays like he used too. In the end, it was draining and not only made him unhappy, but also people he cared about. He needed time to admit it, but he had enough.

“It feels really nice to be first one wishing you a happy birthday, honey,” Vanessa giggled, cuddling against him. Nozel sighed, holding her closer to him, diving his face into the soft curls of her hair.

How strange it was, giving his siblings a hug still felt awkward, not wrong, but awkward and still trying. But with Vanessa it just felt so natural, it fascinated him.

“Thank you.”

“What for, honey?”

“For… being there. Not just today, but… in general. I mean… for helping me, for giving me hope. I don’t know if I can put everything in words.”

“You don’t need to. And thank you as well, because you do the exact thing to me. We carry each other, after all.”

Nozel wondered sometimes how he, of all people, carried the most joyful and loving woman he knew. He knew about her tragic past and he did his best to help her cope with it. If he did fine, that was another question.

“You should try to get some sleep, for now,” Vanessa said in a smile, lying down on the mattress, pulling him with her.

“Did you organized something crazy for the day?”

“Oh no, don’t worry. Although… for you Silvas, it doesn’t need much for something to be considered crazy.”

Nozel scoffed. It was a simplistic way to put it, but she wasn’t wrong.

Still, he closed his eyes and hold his beloved tightly against him. He felt her warm breath against his skin.

Vanessa was by far one of the greatest gifts he ever got in his life.

He felt her shifting a bit in his arms, only to hear her whisper in his ear., “You are loved, Nozel. Never forget that.”

When she was saying it, it was so easy to believe.

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“Alright, little Eagle, time to wake up.”

Nozel still kept his eyes shut, mostly to tease her. He didn’t often had the occasion to tease Vanessa and sometimes it was just a too perfect opportunity to miss.

Not to mention that it always made Vanessa laugh.

She indeed she giggled, before actually climbing on him to shake him even more.

“Come on, birthday child, let’s not making them wait-“

Vanessa squealed as Nozel suddenly pulled her down to him, kissing her passionately. He was so used by now to first kiss her when he woke up.

“Good morning,” he said after they parted, finally opening his eyes.

“My, you just can’t wake up properly without a kiss. That’s almost naughty, honey.”

She lied on him, giggling, before she stood up. For some reason, she turned around, almost dancing. Her nightgown float and turned around her with every step, looking almost like a giant white rose. It suited her.

Vanessa usually never wore and even own any nightgowns, preferring to sleep either naked or in her underwear. Which pretty much startled Nozel at the beginning of their relationship.

But that nightgown here, she loved it and that meant so much for Nozel. Because this nightgown once belonged to his mother. It was one of the few things from his mother he kept, unable to throw it away. There was an entire box of his mother’s belongings in his closet and he only recently started to use some of those.

His mother loved that nightgown, even though it had been a bit too big for her. And that she stumbled more than usual when she was wearing it, due to the layers. But it was Aciers favourite nightgown and like every memory he had of his mother, he cherished those bonded to this piece of clothing.

Nebra and Noelle never wanted it, it wasn’t their type of nightgown. But after years in the box, Nozel decided that he couldn’t just let it in there. He wanted that this nightgown was used again, binding new memories with the old ones. And so, Nozel decided one day to give it to Vanessa as a gift.

Despite how hard it was to let go of something that belonged to his mother, he never regretted that decision. Vanessa loved that nightgown, it even fit her perfectly and she took special care of it. He told her that it came from his mother and it meant so much to Vanessa that he gifted her something like this.

“Honey, you look dreamy again. Am I really so breathetaking wearing an old nightgown?”

“I’m sorry. It just looks… indeed breathetaking on you.”

“Thank you, handsome. Well, I don’t mind if you’ll look at me like that for the day, but other people are waiting outside, for your special day.”

She laughed again and went to open the door.

“Vanessa, I REALLY hope you weren’t joking when you said it was okay to come in MY brothers bedroom on his birthday in pyjamas!”

“Sweetie, what you’re wearing is a nightgown, not a pyjama.”

“Details, I’m still wearing sleep clothes. Ah, Nozel, why are shirtless? Don’t answer, please!”

Nozel had no idea if he should be surprised or not. Well, it was a sight he never saw before; his siblings and his sisters boyfriends in his bedroom, only wearing their sleep clothes.

Noelle and Nebra were in elegant nightgowns with simple spaghetti straps, although it irritated Nozel that Nebra’s nightgown was maybe a bit too short. Noelle’s had the perfect length, stopping right at her ankles. As for Solid, Nozel still debated with himself if he should tell his brother or not how ridiculous he looked in those chequered flannel pyjamas. Well, at least Solid was wearing pyjamas, Asta and Zora just had some shorts and big shirts. Were those the kind of clothes peasants usually slept with?

Well, he wouldn’t criticize. First off, Nozel usually slept with only his pyjama pants on, preferring his bare chest for the top. And second, he already made so many efforts to accept and even appreciate the men Noelle and Nebra chose to grow old with. He would never throw those efforts away.

Nozel looked at Vanessa, who was giggling, apparently happy with this surprise. Of course this was her idea. Neither his siblings nor Asta and Zora would have come up with something like that. And he couldn’t help but love her more for this idea.

“It wasn’t our idea to appear like this in your bedroom, brother,” Nebra said, trying to hide her blush while she put something on his desk. “It was Vanessa’s, of course and she wouldn’t let us in peace until we accept it. And sorry that the peasants show up like… that. Noelle and I tried to clothe them in some acceptable pyjamas, but they just refused to listen to reason.”

“Don’t complain, your Highness,” Zora immediately fought back, of course. “At least, what we’re wearing is better than the clown outfit your lil’ bro is wearing right now.”

“It’s a pyjama, made on the finest flannel in the kingdom,” Solid replied weakly, while looking down unsure at the blue and cream chequered fabric.

“Still a clown outfit. And the other bro doesn’t even have a pyjama top.”

“I prefer to sleep like that,” Nozel just said. He wasn’t even upset at the remark.

Not to mention that Vanessa loved that he slept shirtless.

“Really? That is cool, sir! If I knew, I would have come bare chested too!”

“Don’t be so loud, Asta. And don’t you dare taking your shirt off! One is enough, I can’t handle more! Um, no offense, Nozel.”

“None taken, Noelle.”

Nozel smiled. Honestly, it was already such a great gift that he had finally a proper sibling relationship with Noelle. With Nebra and Solid as well. Not to mention that his siblings were also on much more better terms with each other. There were still some awkward moments, especially with Solid, but less sad than just ridiculous. Nozel could live with that.

Should he also consider as a gift that he was getting along quite well with Asta and Zora? And that those two and Vanessa were now on good terms with each of his siblings? He probably should and he was.

“Thank you,” he whispered, holding Vanessa closer to him by the waist.

“You’re welcome, birthday boy,” she replied, putting a peck on his cheek.

“Ugh, gross.”

“Shut up, Solid!”

Nozel couldn’t help but chuckle. Even though Noelle still get flustered and Nebra rolled her eyes when they saw Vanessa kissing him in front of people, even if it was just once in a while, they would always get a Solid when he dared to say gross to the very same thing. Or when Asta and Zora happened to be affectionate in public, which was strangely rarer than for Nozel and Vanessa.

“With what should we start? Cake or presents?” Asta asked and it was only then Nozel saw the… package in his hands. He didn’t know how this was supposed to be a birthday present, it looked like nothing he knew, was wrapped in some brown paper and the rest of old newspaper and the ribbon was… a bit of rope?

But Asta looked so proud of his package and knowing him, Nozel was certain that he didn’t had any ill-mannered intentions. Not Asta.

“We wish him a happy birthday, of course, idiot!” Noelle scolded her boyfriend, before looking like she just realized something. Nebra and Solid as well.

“Happy birthday, big brother!”

All three spoke at the same time, before eyeing each other vaguely irritated. Nozel just looked at his siblings, touched and surprised at the same time. Vanessa giggled, Zora snickered and Asta just looked at the three younger Silva siblings back and forth, trying to understand something.

“I obviously said it first,” all three said, again at the same time. Vanessa now took a pillow to muffle her laugh.

“It’s difficult to say, your royal highnesses,” Zora snickered, clearly enjoying the situation. “It took me so much concentration to recognize each voice that I couldn’t tell which one was the first to be heard.”

“That’s mean, Zor,” Vanessa said, only to muffle her laugh again in the pillow.

“It’s fine. I… like that you said it altogether.”

What was wrong with him today? Or rather, what was the matter with him today? Whatever it was, it just didn’t feel wrong to Nozel.

Noelle, Nebra and Solid just looked at him, clearly flustered. Nozel hoped that he hadn’t embarrass them too much.

Asta looked like he was more than happy with what just happened, Zora snickered but somehow softer and Vanessa just gave Nozel her gorgeous smile. Seeing her smiling, Nozel swore that time just stopped for a moment.

“Okay, you know what, let’s start with the presents, because some people in this room are just too impatient to finally give them to Nozel already,” Nebra finally said, flicking her hand. A clear indicator how flustered she was.

“You more than anyone, my royal, glorious and annoying girlfriend, you just couldn’t stop talking about it for weeks” Zora snickered, before turning towards Nozel. “Captain Braids, you better gonna love what your sis got you, because who’s going to endure the complaints if you don’t? Dear old me.”

“Don’t go all dramatic, Zor. Nozel loved his birthday presents every year, there is no reason he won’t love it today.”

“He did?” Noelle asked, looking all excited, relieved and grateful.

“Geez, Nozel, you’re really serious with her,” Nebra said, trying to make it sound like a complain, but it sounded more like gentle teasing. “You showed her our flower garden, you gifted her mother’s favourite nightgown and she’s wearing it right now, she already knows that you loved the past birthday presents and she organized this crazy bedroom birthday party. Seriously, when are you going to propose?”

“We’re not there yet,” Nozel replied, deeply flustered and he could see that Vanessa was also blushing.

“Yeah, let’s take time with that matter,” Noelle said, also blushing, before actually gave Nozel her present. “For you, big brother. I hope you like it.”

Nozel just nodded, unable to put his thanks into words. It was so foreign to open his presents in front of his siblings. But it shouldn’t be. This was something he finally came to understand and today, he’d rather get over his stupid embarrassment than going back on that lonely road.

He still opened the present slowly. Still because he was flustered or rather because the savouring the joy a bit longer? Nozel honestly couldn’t tell.

Noelles present was a volume of one of their favourite poets. Poetry was one of the first topics he could discuss freely with his sisters without feeling awkward, so the gift was especially meaningful to him. And looking at the volume, it seemed that it contained all of his favourite poems of this specific poet.

“I… thank you, Noelle,” Nozel just said, putting the volume softly on his bed, like it was one of the most precious treasures. Well, it was for him.

“You’re welcome, Nozel,” Noelle replied, shyly but visibly happy.

“Please, open my next!” Asta screamed excitedly, putting his package into Nozels hands.

It took some time to pull the rope away and to get rid of the thick paper, but Vanessas and Zoras help, Nozel managed finally to open it.

Astas gift was… quite something. Some kind of ugly, purple bird figurine, although it wasn’t clear if it was an eagle or a vulture. When you pushed on the head, the figurine spread the wings(?) let go a strange bird-like noise, that only stopped when you pushed the beak.

“It’s so cool, right? I tried to find it in silver, but there wasn’t any and thought purple would be fine too. And it can move the wings too, maybe we can make it fly with some mana!” Asta exclaimed. He seemed so genuinely happy about his present that Nozel couldn’t help but find it touching. Although he wouldn’t say that out loud. Yet.

“That’s not how it works, dumbass.”

“Zora’s right, so let’s not risk to destroy one of my brother’s birthday gift today already,” Nebra said while rolling her eyes, before handing to Nozel her own present. “There you go and you better be happy about it, since I give it to you in person for the first time.”

She was clearly flustered. Nozel just smiled as he opened her gift, which was far easier to achieve than with Astas package.

He was quite surprised and even happy when he hold a volume with the complete novels of Janet Ausen, one of their mothers favourite authors.

Solid took a glance and of course, immediately made a face. “Aren’t those romance novels?”

Zora immediately snickered again, “Uh, nice leverage. Who would have thought captain braids has a thing for romance stories?”

“Good romance novels, if you please,” Nebra protested. “Janet Ausen was an amazing writer and just so you know, she was our mother’s favourite author.”

“Okay, I take it back. My bad, little Miss Royal.”

“Well, my darling peasant, how about you stop being so smug and reveal your present now?”

Which was an eagle plushie. A big one even.

Nozel suspected that Zora meant it like a joke, given the way Vanessa, Noelle and especially Nebra glared at him. But Nozel wasn’t offended. He didn’t wanted to, anyway, it would be draining and the joy of having his siblings, his girlfriend and even his two future brothers-in-law with him today was too big.

Besides, that eagle plushie reminded him somehow of the one his mother gifted him one day, when he was still a little boy…

Solids gift was, of course, something completely random and useless, like every year. This time, it was some kind of rubber duck with a crown, with a spoon added at the end.

Nozel took his best efforts to not laugh. But honestly, he had no idea what was even exactly funnier. The fact that it was such a ridiculous gift or the fact that he wasn’t only used to Solids questionable present attempts, but was also really touched by it.

Vanessa took a pillow again to hide her laugh, while Zora of course didn’t hold back his own. Nebra and Noelle just took a look at the rubber duck before apparently starting to scold Solid and making him a lesson how to choose a proper birthday gift. Asta was the only one present who actually seemed to like that silly duck.

But Nozel didn’t focused much on that ridiculous birthday gift anyway. He didn’t show it, but he had been waiting to open Vanessas gift since he woke up. Which wasn’t since too long ago, granted. But it was the first birthday gift Vanessa had for him and that fact alone really made it special.

“Wait… it’s that a blanket?”

“A huge blanket.”

“But why? Nozel already has so many blankets, he doesn’t need another one.”

“Shut up, Solid, that is not a nice thing to say!”

Noelles, Astas, Solids and Nebras voices were just mixed up in a chaotic discussion, while Zora laughed smugly over their antics.

Nozel just shake his head. Weren’t all of them supposed to be grown adults? And today, he somehow didn’t mind it. Maybe such silly, light moments were was the Silvas lacked and needed. He was sure his mother would have loved it…

“It’s a cuddly blanket,” Vanessa giggled, interrupting the discussion.

“A cuddly blanket?”

“Yep, and it’s so big because I made it for two persons. Just look.”

Vanessa took the silver and burgundy fabric from Nozels hands and draped it around the two of them. It was really fluffy and warm, but Nozel couldn’t tell if it was the blanket itself or more Vanessa, who made him blush and his heart race so easily.

“Thank you, Vanessa. I… I really love it.”

“Well, you’re welcome, honey.”

Without letting go of the blanket, Vanessa turned in Nozels arms and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

“Ugh, gross.”

“Shut up, Solid!”

“Oh my, the prince and the witch are getting naughty.”

“What do you mean, Zora? They’re just loving with each other.”

Vanessa broke the slowly, so that Nozel could still savour the lingering of her lips on his.

“So, until now, do you like it, handsome?” she whispered, so that he was the only one to hear her.

“Yes.”

Vanessa smiled, before turning around and clap her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Okay, people, he opened all the presents and now it’s time for cake.”

Nozel smiled. He just felt so happy, like he never did for years on his birthday. Honestly, he would love to have something blissful like that again next year. All seven of them together, so casually and genuinely happy.

They started eating the cake and ended up spending the whole day in his room.

[bewitchingbaker]

[the one thing that will always bring Chris to tears is if he sees Jess in tears. His sister was usually the “tough” one between em but the times he has seen her cry he ended up crying too.]

[dat-1-slime]

Tfw when you're learning a second language and your friend decides to be very unhelpful.

Jedu(the bokoblin) is my oc and Wallace(the zora) belongs to my friend @bluebird-in-love

[violetfairydust]

Countdown to Christmas

#24

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Zora and Laura ran into Peter and Thomas’s room. They jumped on Peter’s bed, not taking account of his shins and stomach. He shot up and his eyes widened in pain and then narrowed in anger.

“Merry Christmas, Uncle Peter!”

“What are you gremlins doing?”

“Mommy said you could tell us to tell time.”

“Yeah, it’s time to get out of my room. Go bug Shane.”

[im-smart-i-swear]

Well that's an awkward family reunion if ive ever seen one

uh anyway this is like a month old and im not 100% satisfied w/ how it turned out but i dont think i'm going to try and fix it up any time soon so yeah. that's all youre gonna get ig

[kalolasart]

Yours for eternity

(it escalated into more blorbos version...)

I just had to draw the PH universe Silva couples like this 🥺

Rosette belongs to @vilandel

[meringuejellyfish]

the music for the colgera battle is quite delightful (wow i just need to say i like it. goodness) its a shame i couldnt really properly hear it while actually playing on account of having to sit right next to a loud ac but listening to it fully the other day was nice. took me a few weeks but i can appreciate it now - and listen ... im a simple guy, the rito village theme being incorporated into a section of it is just wow :-( ....... big leitmotif fan. walking into zoras domain is going to kill me

[storminormins]

Memes from the family group chat, 2023 highlights