For all of my fellow peeps currently obsessed with this massive optimistic shark boi (or anyother BotW character for that matter)~ Send me prompts and I'll write some focus or just gush about how amazing this Zora prince is~ Requests: OPEN
Hi, just wanna say thank you for fueling my obsession with Prince Sidon. You're writing is incredible and I've been hard-core binge reading. I hope your having a good day and keep up the great work :))
Awww thanks~ This was a really sweet message, sorry it took me a while to get to it~ I wish I could devote more time to writing Sidon but things have been kind of busy, and whenever I do finally sit down all my creativity draws to a blank. Trying to work through it though because their are some great requests I really want to get to~ Hopefully I can start working on them soon!~
Hello! I was hoping you could write a fic for Sidon proposing a relationship with an outgoing Hylian witch!reader? I would love to know what he would think of someone with unique tattoos and magical usage, I hope thats not too vague! I love your blog and I hopr you continue your wonderful and beautiful contributions to the world! Thank you very much! đđđ
(Iâm absolutely certain I got some of these things wrong, I was trying to blend modern witchcraft aspects with fantasy magic~ Still it was fun and Iâd love to learn more about how it works~ Also shucks dude, youâre gonna make me blush~ X3 Enjoy!~)
The Witch Of The Wetlands
Word Count: 2028Warnings: Fluff, Witchcraft, Animal bones
Being a witch came with its own set of misconceptions.
Even in this day and age where magic flourishes, aiding those in need of protection or healing wounds or ailments thought to be incurable by natural means. With magic the impossible could become possible, wounds could heal, pain could be soothed, and happiness could be restored. That is why you refined your talents. To help those in need, and bring back the hope in their lives.
Now only if you could get people to actually visit you. Maybe setting up your shop in the middle of nowhere, far away from any village wasnât a good idea.
Here on the cusp of the marsh you are only a short walk away from the surrounding plains, and fields. This is where supplies are most plentiful, I can catch all the lizards, bugs, frogs, and gather all the herbs that I want for my herbal remedies and elixirs. Itâs amazing what you can find when you turn over a few stones, and get your hands dirty.
Speaking of dirty hands, you look at your palms coated in a thin layer of wet earth from your latest scavenging adventure. As much as you enjoy reaping the gifts of nature, digging all the grime out of your fingernails was kind of a pain. You make a mental note to to invest in a new pair of gloves and maybe a few more pots so you can grow more herbs from the sanctity of your shop.
The bell jingles as you enter the store and you glance around you examine the dozens of pots hanging from your ceiling, and lining the shelves and filling up every possible corner. Each pot thrives with greenery stretching out to reach the patches of sun shining in through the surrounding windows. Yeah, you could definitely use a few more.
There are also boxes of gems, stones, and colored candles sorted according to their specific magical properties. Fangs, feathers, and even bones but only after they had been discarded to earth by the animals that no longer needed them. You were very strict about never taking a life solely for harvesting their body parts. You could only take what you found in the forest or what was brought to you by your little helpers.
A quiet meow reaches your ears as you raise the counter to get past the front desk towards the living space of your store. Itâs a rather simple space with just the essential, bed, wardrobe for your clothes, a small kitchen in the back. Though you do your best to keep things tidy, over time your shop has bled into your living space resulting in a clutter of boxes and more pots, mostly around your work space where you prep all of your inventory. You smile looking down at the sleek, black feline that weaves between your legs, curling its tail around your calf before sitting at your feet.
âHello to you too Lyra.â You greet approaching the aforementioned workbench to set down your basket before kneeling down to lovingly pet the cat.
Only a little while ago you had found her during a trip into town. Wandering the streets like any other stray but she crossed your path and snarls before darting away as fast as possible. From that moment on you were hooked, a spark in your soul calling for you to seek out the feline companion. Animal guides arenât always the ones weâre looking for. Sometimes theyâre the ones who challenge us to overcome a hurdle in our lives or a difficulty that we donât even know we have to face.
For Lyra, your challenge was patience. You had always been an outgoing person, eager to greet the world as loud and proud as you could. Lyra was not a fan of that, any forward approach was met with claws and frantic retreats towards the nearest alley and there was no way to chase after because sheâd disappear before you could ever catch up.
So you had to be quiet and give her space. You would set out food outside of the village - away from the noise and people - and then watch from a distance, waiting for her to do anything. Gradually you would move closer and closer every day, if Lyra ever tensed or looked like she was going to make a run for it youâd back away.
Eventually with time - and a few rituals for success - Lyra would follow you home and stay by your side. You still allow her to come and go as she please, despite her mellow nature she is still a free spirit and that shouldnât stop her wandering as she sees fit. Bringing back dead mice and other little critters as tokens of affection of her own accord. That is the circle of life, nothing robbed for personal gain.
Now you spend your days together, waiting around for something interesting to happen in our day-to-day lives.
A jingle resonates from the front door and you jump up, startling Lyra with your sudden movement. You wave your hands and the door that divides your store from your living space is thrown open allowing you to dart through with a wide smile.
âGreetings traveler!â You proclaim as you burst out from the doorway, shrouding your face with the sleeve of your cloak. With a snap of your fingers candles, gems, and bones float off the shelves to form a halo around your head, showing off their odd attributes. âWelcome to my shop of mysterious magical wonders and puzzling properties of healing qualities! How can I help you todaaay⌠Oh.â
The Zora prince now standing in the center of your store snickered under his breath. âNo, please continue.â
You pout and lower your hands, waving the floating items back to their appropriate shelves. âI thought you were a customer.â
âWell try not to sound too disappointed.â Sidon muses, stepping back to allow the items to fly by before approaching the counter, one arm behind his back. âAnd after I went through the trouble of bringing you a gift.â
âOoh, whatâd you get me?â You chirp leaning against the counter trying to catch a glimpse of what he was hiding.
âSo now you care? Maybe I should take my leave since Iâm clearly not wanted here.â He huffs, turning like heâs preparing to leave.
You object with a whine, flopping over the wood so your arms dangle off the other side. âNoooooo. Come baaaaack.â
âWhy should I?â
Propping your head up on your hands you chirp back in a sickly sweet voice, âBecause you wuv me?â
Sidon turns back to look at you and your goofy smile, a soft laugh resonating in his throat as he approaches. You sit up to eagerly reciprocate when he bends down to kiss you tenderly. Your lips stay connected for a second until he breaks away pulling a small whine from you that makes him chuckle.
âThat I do. So much so that I brought you some things courtesy of your favorite hero of Hyrule.â The prince proclaims as he places the sack on the counter allowing you to tuck into its contents.
Eager bubbles rush to bounce around in your stomach. Link was your best supplier as well as your best customer, given the fact that he was the only one crazy enough to venture out here aside from your darling lover of course. He had traveled to the farthest corners of Hyrule, facing enemies far greater than him, and reaching heights that nobody thought possible.
Peering into the bag you sift through the items thinking Link mustâve paid a visit to the Gerudo desert. Where else could he have picked up such an exotic plant as this electric safflina? The flora tingles in the palm of your hand, sparking with the power contained within the tiny petals. Thereâs also warm safflina that only springs forth from where the sun scorches the earth making it near impossible for any other flora to grow. Very special, very rare.
âThese are amazing. I mentioned them to Link last time he visited, about how much Iâd love to get my hands on some and experiment with it. Guess he took that to heart!â You laugh looking up at the Zora noticing how he has bent down, leaning against the countertop to be closer yet his eyes are not on you.
Instead they fall much lower to your arm that now rests on the counter. He gently places his hand on your forearm, caressing the dark ink with his thumb. Your tattoos had always piqued the Zoraâs curiosity, the way the intricate lines wrapped around arms reaching all the way up to your shoulders and around your upper back. Sidon found it fascinating how proudly you displayed your devotion to your magical status, no matter the dirty looks or wary glances directed your way from those so quick to judge.
You smile and pull your arm back until you can push his hand up with the back of your own. Once itâs raised you place your palm flush against his, parting your fingertips and watching fondly as he does the same. âYou were staring.â
Sidon laughs sheepishly looking at how his hand dwarfs your own but you think that it fits perfectly together. âSorry, canât help it when you look so stunning.â
âSap.â You say with a roll of your eyes despite the bubbly feeling in your chest.
âYou love me nonetheless.â Sidon muses weaving your fingers together as he leans closer.
âThat I do.â You follow his lead, moving closer to meet him in the middle your eyelids falling. When you connect you feel something fuzzy against your lips that makes you quickly break away and sigh. Lyra looked back at you, flicking the slender tail that she decided to put between you and your lover as she strutted down the countertop. You break away from Sidon to glare at her, putting up your arms in surrender. âOh, pardon me for getting in your way. Itâs not like I was trying to have an intimate moment with the love of my life.â
You hear Sidon snicker at this comment before he pecks your forehead and brings your arms down to the countertop, holding them steady. âI donât think she meant to do it intentionally.â
âIt was absolutely intentional. This isnât the first time she has put her smug little face between us, not to mention how many times she hissed at you when you first started visiting.â You point out giving Lyra a side eye glance, pouting at how nonchalantly she licks her paws as if nothing is wrong.
âSheâs come a long way since then, donât you think? I recall her taking a couple swipes at me back in those days, but now she lets me to hold you like this.â His large hands cover yours, clasping them together in a gentle embrace. âIâm not completely sure how it works but perhaps this is another lesson as your animal guide. She teaches you patience and you teach her acceptance.â
You never thought of it like that before. Turning to Lyra you watch her stretch and then lay down, looking back at you with those calm eyes. You reach out to pet her head smiling when she leans into the touch with a soft purr, the sound vibrating into your palm. âFine you jealous baby, weâll take it slow. Just donât take forever, there are some things I want to do to this sweet prince.â You look up at Sidon with a wink.
âDarling.â The Zora says in a warning tone, though itâs not too intimidating when itâs combined with the flustered little smile on his face.
You laugh and then go back to petting Lyra, stroking her fur with a loving touch. âMaybe one day sheâll even let you pet her.â
Lyra stops nuzzling into you and turns to Sidon. She lets out a soft hiss before getting up and hopping off the counter and walking away. Youâll get her to accept him eventually, because youâre not letting this little spark go anytime soon.
Sidon with an S/O who has also lost a close family member, and one night they hold each other and cry together over the loss of their loved ones and it's comforting for both of them and a bonding experience because they show their more vulnerable sides to each other.
(I hope nobody minds me combining asks, Iâd like to give you each your own individual story but when they line up so nicely like this how can I refuse?~ Sorry itâs not quite a young hylian, hope you like it anyways! Enjoy!~)
Mutual Mourning (In The Morning)
Word Count: 1241Warnings: Angst, Death mention, Loss of a loved one
It was too late to go to sleep, but too early for anyone to be awake. Yet, here you were wandering the palace halls pondering all of lifeâs greatest mysteries. Why couldnât you sleep? What would you have for breakfast tomorrow morning? The one currently on your mind however was the most befuddling. Why had you woken up to an empty bed?
You knew you had gone to sleep enveloped in the arms of your lover, listening to the gentle thump of the heart in his chest. When you awoke seeking comfort after a rather unpleasant dream, you only found empty sheets. They still felt warm but the heat was starting to fade, so you figure he hasnât been gone for too long. But where could he have disappeared to so late at night?
Rising from the bed, you wipe the sleep from your eyes and wander over to the balcony. Opening the glass pane doors, you meet the humid breeze of the domain. From here you can see the entire kingdom, the metal architecture gleaming from the luminous stones skillfully carved into the immaculate framework. Scanning the shimmering domain below, you focus on the curved pathways and staircases hoping for a glimpse of familiar scarlet scales.
They were mostly barren as everyone in their right mind had already turned in for the night. The only poor souls still awake, were the guards always on alert for the sake of their kingdom, yourself, and your beloved who you can just barely see in the center of town. There was only one reason he would be there so late.
You spare a moment to grab a jacket and shoes before rushing out the bedroom, making your way down the halls of the palace and winding steps to get to the town square. When you reach the banister that overlooks the center you lean over to get a closer view of Sidon, still standing before the statue of his late sister. His head is held high to meet eyes with the lifeless work of art, and though his shoulders are up heâs not standing as tall and proud as usual. Something is wrong.
Slowly you make your way down the final staircase, hand gliding along the smooth railing until it reaches the glowing podium at the bottom. It falls your fingers clenching as you approach Sidon, stopping short of the pool surrounding the statue that just barely laps at the edges of his feet. He remains cemented to his spot, the night completely silent aside from the sound of ever-flowing water that cascades down the borders of the domain.
âSidon.â You muse, carefully slipping out of your shoes so you can sink your bare foot into the shallow pool. âWhatâre you doing out here?â
A heavy sigh as his shoulders go slack. âI⌠was having difficulty sleeping. So I decided to go on a walk and think over some things.â
âI couldnât sleep either.â Sidon straightens up a little at this news, looking back at you with concern. Itâs almost amusing how quickly he is able to discard his own feelings in favor of comforting someone else. You carefully close the distance between you two and he tenderly cups your cheek with his hand. âI had a bad dream, and then I woke up to an empty bed.â
âMy apologies, love, I didnât mean to worry you. I also had a rather troubling dream.â He confesses cold air kissing your cheek when he pulls his hand back, returning to his stiff posture gazing upwards. The practically luminous face dutifully overlooking the heart of the domain staring right back at the prince. When you look at his eyes you notice the gold of his eyes has lost its luster, dulled by the shadows of the past bearing down on him through the lifeless eyes of the princess.
Your heart sinks and you take hold of his hand giving it a gentle squeeze that he returns after a moment, sending a small smile your way before looking up again.
âSometimes I have nightmares where I can hear her crying out from the belly of Vah Ruta. I never see her demise, how she fell to the blight, but that doesnât stop the despair from crafting the most wicked torment. Not only do I have to live with losing my only sister, I have to spend my nights in agony knowing there was nothing I could do.â Sidon laments, his hand shaking as his grip tightens.
You lean against his arm, the images of your dream popping back into your head. âI know what you mean. I lost someone too, someone really close to me. I thought theyâd always be beside me, watching over me as I grew up, teaching me how to live, and making me laugh. Then suddenly they were gone.â A soft laughs falls from your lips as tears brim in your eyes. âAnd everytime you have a good dream about them you almost feel worse, because itâs a reminder of the light in your life that youâll never get back again.â
Sidon tears his hand away in such an abrupt manner that you step back. He hides his face in the palms of his hands, his body shaking as he falls to his knees with a splash. You crouch down as well, completely disregarding the water that seeps into the fabric of your pants because your boyfriend is much more important. Tentatively, you place a hand on his back while the other gently massages his arm. You canât seem to find the words, so you simply let the silence fill in the space once again.â
âI miss her.â Sidon finally manages, his voice sounding so strained that your heart almost instantly shatters into little pieces. âEvery day⌠Every night⌠I miss her. I miss her so much it hurts.â
Your hand carefully moves to his wrist, pushing down his hands with little resistance from the prince. They slowly break away, revealing the puffy, red eyes as tears pour down his cheeks in an endless cascade of liquid sorrow. This is the first time youâve ever seen him cry like this, itâs almost beautiful how torn apart he looks.
âThatâs okay Sidon, youâre allowed to miss her. Youâre allowed to be upset that someone you love was taken from you.â Â You say gently guiding his head down to rest on your shoulder, blinking through your own tears to console the man who always puts others before himself. âYouâre allowed to be sad, youâre allowed to mourn even if it was decades ago. The wound is still there, and sometimes it never fully heals. Thatâs okay.â
Sidon quietly sobs into your shoulder, his hands clasping your clothing and pressing you closer to him as the currents of the world continue to flow around us. This downpour that fell upon us was merely a small ripple in the stream of life just as the droplets of despair that leak from Sidonâs eyes fall into the tide pool. When we leave these waters will return to calm once again, we will return to our bedroom and fall asleep together wrapped in each otherâs arms trying to forget the tragedies in our lives.
I will kiss away Sidonâs tears, he will wipe away mine with the pad of his thumb, and we will ride out this ripple together.
I know you keep the s/o gender neutral but Iâm not sure if this goes against it?? What if Sidon had an s/o who was an albino Zora. The thought came to me when I thought of how albino animals are treated when theyâre born and the fact they have a harder time surviving. Hope your day(or night) is going well đ
(Surprise! I think I need to spruce up my warnings but donât worry, Iâve still got a few more where this came from~ Enjoy!~)
From the moment you are hatched you will be faced with the first hardship of existing in a world of normality
Someone with your condition hasnât been seen in the domain for many centuries so when you emerge from your shell the people will be taken aback by your unique appearance
Everyone in the domain will have heard about the Zora whose scales are white as the snow, whose bright red eyes squint up at the world, and whose frail body canât fight properly against the current
They will know of all the things that make you different from normal Zora, all of the faults and flaws that pin you against the elements and confine you to safer tides less you get washed away
No one will intentionally treat you as less of a person but growing up you will notice how they tend to you
Helping you more than other hatchlings keeping you away from things that could be âdangerousâ to someone so fragile
They think that because of your condition you need some special treatment which you do in some cases, but the other Zora, your parents included, think you need extra extra Extra attention for the sake of your health
Like if they leave you alone for a single second you will burn, break, or get sick
You will face the pity of an entire Kingdom âlooking outâ for your best interest, and the questions of the other children who canât understand why you canât come out and play like a normal Zora kid
Youâre different so you need to be treated differently
Your Abnormalities
Along with your odd complexion comes a few other setbacks that fall most all albinos that you have to learn along the way
The biggest being that you stand out like a sore thumb no matter where you go
Your bright scales attract too much attention in and out of water because you are unable to blend in with your surroundings
Monsters would be able to see you from miles away making you an easy target for attacks
Prey (that you already have a difficult time tracking down) will also see you coming and scatter out of the way before you can even get close
Which is fine for now with your parents looking after you, but itâs a great concern for when you grow up
A Zora that canât catch their own food is not a good way to live
Another problem is that because of the lack of pigmentation in your body, your eyes canât protect themselves so they wonât be able to tolerate most forms of light
So you have difficulty processing what you see, especially during the day time when the sun is beaming down on the land
The shimmering metal and luminous materials that make up Zora architecture are also not much help
Your eyes arenât the only things sensitive to the sun, the white scales covering your body are also not very resistant
They dry out quicker than other Zora and leave you with burns if youâre not careful
So you have to go for frequent dips into the pools to refresh your scales and stick to the shadows where it is cooler and less of a strain on your eyes
You learn to love the night where you can walk around without the fear of being burned to a crisp
Meeting Sidon
Sidon will have grown up seeing the white Zora occasionally wandering the domain with one of their parents or watching the other children play in the fountain from the sidelines but never joining in
Heâs confused because they look like they want to come out, but they donât move from their spot out of the light hiding away reserved to just observing from afar
So one day when he is out with Mipha watching over him and sees you sitting there again he decides to finally approach you, eagerly taking hold of your hands and pulling you toward the fountain to join the others
Youâre startled at first, stumbling to keep up as your pulled to the small fountain pool in the center where the other hatchlings are chasing each other around in circles and giggling gleefully
This boy, the young prince who you had only seen in passing, was inviting you to splash around like a normal kid
No coddling, no protection, no special treatment whatsoever
His small hands hold tight pulling you forward, the water lapping at your feet as you step into the pool a warmth flooding your entire body
The sun glared down at you overhead but you squint up looking at the princeâs big smile
Sidon smiles excited to finally bring you into the fun, but one misstep and he steps on his tail knocking himself backwards and dragging you down with him
He tries to gather himself and help you up as he hears your parents calling your name, before they suddenly appear as does Mipha placing a hand on his shoulder
Sheâs saying something to him but he canât hear what as he watches your father scoop you into his arms while your mother looks you over making sure youâre not hurt
You donât respond only nodding or shaking your head until they stand where you finally look at Sidon and smile a little before being whisked away
Sidon can hear Mipha scolding him as they walk back to the palace but all he can think of his how nice you looked with a smile on your face
From then on he seized any chance to see you and your relationship only gets stronger and stronger until he is eventually calling you his
You Are Strong
There are days where your condition gets the best of you
Bad days when youâre bedridden from overexposure of the sun drying your scales and making you ill
Days where you despise the way that you are and wish that you could be anybody else if only to spare your family and beloved from this
These days were hard but still you push through with the help of Sidon, your own little light in these dark times
He would help you see past the now and to the future that he knew you could achieve
This is your life and you are not going to let anything control your life
You would train harder to track and hunt down prey, you would step out of the shadow not afraid of being burned, you would look at the limitations set before you by the world and push past them
Because you were more than just a sick Zora, you could do anything
You were strong, white scales and all
Non!Zora Albino
If your not a Zora than the same principles apply except it would be unlikely for you to have met when he was young
Most likely hit would be present day sometime after Calamity Ganon has been defeated where he sees you out and about
You might be wearing a rather large sunhat or holding an umbrella to shield yourself from the direct sunlight which will spark his curiosity to get a closer look
That when heâll notice the peculiarities because while he hasnât met many Hylians he knows enough to realize that youâre different from the rest
With your pale skin and white hair, batting similarly white eyelashes that unveil your crimson gaze when you finally spot him staring at you from across the way
From then he becomes fascinated with getting to see you more often, never treating you like the fragile doll that many take you for
His only interest is getting to know you better and maybe bring a smile to your lovely face
