hi! I wrote a fic! a zelda-centric romp through hyrule where past incarnations of link help zelda work through her trauma, if that's your thing! you can read it here, on my shiny new ao3 account!
It's now ten days post Zelda’s awakening—where she’d come to, alone, save for the damnable Master Sword—and been informed by a small Gerudo child who turned out to be the Chief that Ganon was dead and Link was not dead but also just…not here. “He hasn’t been using the Master Sword for a year?” Zelda had demanded, her voice hoarse with disuse as Viakat had fluttered around her bedside, trying to encourage her to drink from literally any of her many proffered vessels. Riju had shrugged one shoulder, the golden bells woven into her long braid tinkling lightly with the movement. “If it makes you feel any better, he didn’t even have it when he first came to the desert, and he managed to calm Vah Naboris. He’s not completely useless without it.” And thus had concluded Princess Zelda’s first conversation with Chief Riju.
hi there! very genuinely no idea if any of my old fandom pals are seeing this, but if you are! hi! I'm still kicking! and back to writing fic! don't worry you didn't miss anything this is the first thing I've written in literal years but give it a read if you're so inclined <3 would love to catch up with y'all again
