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Dr stone - Senku x reader

When the world went wrong

Prologue

The loneliest survivor:

Chapter 1 - Spite Chapter 2 - A meal Chapter 3 - Arts and crafts Chapter 4 - Herd Chapter 5 - Moving forward Chapter 6 – The beach episode Chapter 7 – Home Sweet Home (Please Don’t Be Haunted) Chapter 8 – Preparing for winter, pretending not to see Chapter 9 – The Shape of the Fear Chapter 10 – After the Blood Dries Chapter 11 – The Stars Were Made for Falling Chapter 12 – Elsewhere, At the Same Time End note

Not so lonely survivors:

Chapter 1 - Detective on Duty Chapter 2 – First Light Chapter 3 – Given and Gained

Legend of zelda - Link x reader

Skyward Sword

The sun and the song

Chapter 1 - Before the Fall Chapter 2 - Falling Skies Chapter 3 – Whispers of the Earth Chapter 4 – Threads Through the Trees Chapter 5 – Another Dawn Chapter 6 – Echoes of What Hasn’t Happened Chapter 7 – Quiet Days Don’t Last Chapter 8 – Toward the Ruins Chapter 9 – When Waiting Is No Longer an Option Chapter 10 – Traces of the Spirit Maiden Chapter 11 – Between Sky and Dust Chapter 12 – Shifting Sands Chapter 13 – Shifting Paths Chapter 14 – Actions and consequences

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Summary: Featuring: one accidental marriage proposal, one delighted old craftsman, multiple secret construction projects, and two pairs of life-changing glasses.

Chapter 3 – Given and Gained

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Summary: The Temple of Time awaits. A monster rises from the sand. Zelda is finally within reach… until fate intervenes once again.

Oh, and Groose.

Chapter 14 – Actions and consequences

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The sun and the song - announcement

Hey everyone, a quick announcement here.

I wanted to be upfront with you all about something before I post the next chapter this Friday.

You might notice a difference to how it is written compared to the previous chapters.

That's intentional.

The way I've been writing so far is I make a draft that is then heavily edited. I was trying to go for something more noble(?) you could say, for the world of Legend of Zelda. And it's been taking a lot out of me. It felt like I was just pushing through instead of enjoying the story.

And after writing this story for almost a year now, while still not getting more confident or even just feeling okay with the style, I can't do it anymore. Writing even the draft started feeling like a chore.

So, I decided to just go with the way I feel comfortable writing. The way the drafts used to come, naturally, a little rougher around the edges.

The story isn't changing. Everything I have planned, the way the characters act, none of that is going anywhere. I'm just dropping the final polish.

I know for some this might be a dealbreaker, and I'm genuinely sorry. But it's either writing in a way that is comfortable and brings me joy, or possibly dropping the story, due to the stress it brought me, down the line.

And I'd much rather keep the story going.

Thank you for sticking with this story. It means more than I can say <3

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Note: Uh, I hope you guys like long chapters? I just started writing the scenes and then realized I have over 7k words down... soooo enjoy!

Summary: Featuring: one emotional breakdown, one generator, one near-death mentalist, and the first man-made light in three thousand years. Just another Tuesday.

Chapter 2 – First Light

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Summary: The journey continues through ancient ruins, impossible puzzles, and enough sand to make you reconsider every life choice that led to this moment. Link tries to keep you from spiraling. The sand tries harder.

Chapter 13 – Shifting Paths

Throwing bombs feels good. Being rewarded for throwing bombs feels even better. And yet, frustration continues to build. It sits beneath your skin, prickling and itching. Growing with every passing second. Your fists clench and unclench at your sides. Ready. For what, you don't know. A bead of sweat rolls down your temple. You click your tongue and force yourself to focus on the task at hand. Even as the timeshift stone transforms the world around you, it feels too slow. Like wasted time. Link has practically glued himself to your side. Concern rolls off him in waves, but he says nothing. You pretend not to notice. You just hope this stone opens a useful path. Your gaze drifts toward the rubble blocking the temple entrance. Otherwise- Otherwise you might just climb the damned thing. A flash of red catches your eye. Monsters. Not one. Several. The timeshift has brought them back with everything else. Some carry those horrible electrical weapons. Others stalk forward empty-handed. The sight of them sends a spark through you. There. A target. The thought returns. Punch something. Break something. Tear it apart. Let the pressure out. Before you realize you've made the decision, you're moving. Behind you, Link lets out a startled noise before scrambling after you. You don't wait. There are monsters ahead. And monsters need killing. The rush hits immediately. Hot blood surges through your veins. The frustration twists into something sharper. Cleaner. Your mouth curls into a sneer. One corner lifts. A laugh threatens to bubble out of your chest. The first monster never sees you coming. Your sword flashes. It dissolves into black ash before it can even cry out. The others turn at the commotion. Too late. One lunges. You pivot. Steel slices through its middle as easily as air. Another. Then another. The blade dances between them. So do you. Footsteps light. Movements fluid. Precise. Fast. Deadly. No wasted motion. No hesitation. No fear. The best you've ever fought.

The world settles back into focus. Defensiveness immediately rises. "There were enemies." You frown. "So, I took care of them." Link lets out a sharp breath. One hand leaves your shoulder to drag through his hair. "That's not the point."His voice is tight. "You just ran in there." "I knew I could handle it." "You didn't know that." His response comes instantly. The force behind it makes you flinch. Link pauses, immediately looking guilty. But he doesn't back down. "We're a team." His grip loosens slightly. "We do this together." Each sentence comes out more strained than the last. As though he's trying very hard not to yell. As though he's trying very hard not to imagine all the ways that could have gone wrong. His eyes travel over you again. This time slower. Taking in your expression. The tension in your shoulders. The way your fingers are still wrapped around your sword. The lingering edge of something sharp inside you. His expression softens. "I know this is frustrating." The anger drains from his voice. "I know you want to get to Zelda as fast as possible." He steps closer. Close enough that his forehead gently bumps against yours. The contact steals the rest of your arguments. "But we have limits." His voice drops to almost a whisper. "You can't let yourself forget that." You stare at him. At eyes the same color as the sky. At the worry written plainly across his face. At the exhaustion sitting beneath it. Because he isn't just worried. He's tired too. Scared too. Frustrated too. "I feel as frustrated as you do." The confession settles heavily between you. Your breath catches. And suddenly the words you've been avoiding spill out. "I'm scared." The admission barely rises above a whisper. Link doesn't move away. "What if we don't get there fast enough?" There it is. The fear that follows every step. Every delay. Every puzzle. Every moment spent doing anything except finding Zelda. Link's arms slide around you. Pulling you against him. His chin settles on top of your head.

Only then does he let go. Then, Link moves to the still-sitting cart. The timeshift field doesn't quite reach it, leaving it stranded in the present. With a grunt, he begins pushing it onto the restored section of track. In the meantime, you turn your attention to the little machine still standing nearby. "Hello." The tiny machine perks up immediately. "That was scary, vrrrrm... Thanks for helping me, bzzt." Its voice buzzes cheerfully despite the recent danger. "This is the Temple of Time. Within it is the sacred Gate of Time made by the goddess, bzzt." Gate of Time? The words make you pause. A gate through time sounded like the kind of thing that would create far more problems than it solved. "It’s my job to patrol outside the temple, vrrm! If you want to reach the Gate of Time, you will need to pass through that door, bzzap." A small mechanical arm points toward the blocked entrance. You glance at the mountain of rubble. "Yeah, uh... is there another way in? The door is kind of inaccessible right now." The creature stares at you for a moment before turning toward the entrance. Whether it sees the rubble or remembers the doorway as it once was, you have no idea. "Well, Lanayru Mining Facility and the Temple of Time are connected underground, dzzt." That gets your attention. You quickly pull out the map from your pack. The small machine takes it without hesitation. "Lanayru Mining Facility is right here!" Its little arm points to a spot on the parchment. Then it goes still. Its eyes scan across the map. "This map... looks inaccurate, bzzt." A concerned whir escapes its body. "I'm going to fix it for you, zrrm!" The creature spins in place, rattling and shaking. A moment later it turns back toward you. "Lanayru Mining Facility is just ahead. Good luck, vrrt!" You thank it before letting it trundle away. A sudden presence at your side makes you jump. Link is leaning over your shoulder, studying the map. You have no idea when he came back. Then, in a flash of light, Fi appears. "A report, Master Link. The map you possess corresponds to the actual terrain of this area with only thirty-five percent accuracy." That hardly surprises you. The small creature came from another era entirely. Of course its understanding of the land would be different. "The robot you met earlier modified your map to display terrain from the past that is now submerged beneath the sinksand." You don't even have time to process Fi casually calling the creature a robot before your stomach drops at the mention of more sinksand. As usual, Fi disappears before either of you can ask a single question. Link watches the spot where she vanished for a moment. Then he shrugs. "Well." He rolls up the map. "Let's get going." Link walks over and holds the cart steady, motioning for you to climb in first. You hop inside, settling onto the front bench with a relieved sigh. At least your legs get a chance to rest. A moment later, Link jumps in behind you. The cart rocks gently. And suddenly, you become very aware of how little space there is. His knees bracket yours on either side. Heat immediately rushes to your face. "C'mon, lean back." His voice comes from right behind your shoulder. Before you can protest, a hand settles at your waist and gently guides you backward. "If we're going to rush, we should take every chance we get to rest." The logic is sound. Unfortunately, logic has stopped functioning. You squeeze your eyes shut. Your back meets his chest. Every coherent thought promptly abandons you. The cart lurches forward. Somewhere behind you, Link shifts until his arms rest along the edges of the cart. At least he isn't still holding you. A small mercy. Not that it helps. Your heart is beating so hard you're convinced he can feel it through your armor. The cart rattles steadily along the track.

Slow. Far too slow. You stare upward, searching for literally anything else to focus on. The sky stretches overhead. Bright blue. Exactly the same shade as Link's eyes. You immediately look away. A finger traces an absent-minded pattern across your shoulder. Your entire train of thought derails. Of course it does. Now every tiny sensation feels magnified. The warmth of him behind you. The steady rise and fall of his breathing. The occasional brush of fabric. The cool breeze that sneaks through the ravine and does absolutely nothing for the heat burning across your face. You focus very hard on breathing. In. Out. In. Out. The cart continues onward. Eventually, blessedly, the far side of the ravine begins to approach. The moment the cart stops, you're out. Boots hit solid ground. You put several steps between yourself and the cart before daring to breathe properly again. Behind you, a faint chuckle drifts through the air. You choose to pretend you didn't hear it. There are more important things to focus on. The mission. Zelda. Finding Zelda. You latch onto the thought with both hands. The memory of your last meeting helps. A little. At least until you finally glance back. Mistake. Link is smiling. Not his usual easy grin. Something softer. Brighter. The kind of smile that makes your stomach perform a complicated aerial maneuver. You quickly look away again. Goddess. When did this become such a problem? Back in Skyloft, things had been simple. Somewhere between the forest and the volcano and everything that followed, that changed. You just aren't sure when. A hand catches yours. Link gives it a gentle tug. "Let's go, Nightingale." Just like that, you're moving again. And somehow, your heart is racing all over. You have to pass through another tunnel before reaching the next area. And once again, your greatest enemy awaits. Sand. So much sand. A quiet groan escapes you. The desert stretches out ahead, golden and endless. The sight alone is enough to sap some of your motivation. Link shoots you an amused look. You pretend not to notice. Together, you begin wading forward. Almost immediately, something feels different. The sand still shifts beneath your boots, but not nearly as much as before. Your feet don't sink nearly as deep. It's... stable? Or at least, more stable than any sand has a right to be. Naturally, that is when Fi appears. "Master Link, I have information to report." Link nods. "I can confirm that you will not be consumed by the sinksand in this current position. I suggest verifying your location on the map." That gets your attention. Immediately you pull out the map. Fi points toward a specific location. Your location. Right in the middle of what appears to be empty desert. "Readings indicate that there is a submerged path beneath the sinksand. It is possible to walk along a route above this path without submerging into the sand." You blink. There is a path under all this? "The probability of safe travel increases significantly when following these routes." Fi pauses. "I suggest marking them on your map." Then, as always, she disappears before either of you can ask a single question. You stare at the empty space she left behind. Then down at the map. Then at the desert. A buried road. That almost makes the trudging through sand okay. Carefully, you and Link continue onward, following the route hidden beneath the sand. The farther you go, the more obvious it becomes that Fi was right. Your footing remains firm. Well. Mostly firm. Enough that you don't feel like the desert is actively Plotting your demise. Which is already a major improvement. Unfortunately, sand still finds ways to be annoying. A stray gust of wind throws some into your hair. You immediately stop to shake it out. Link snorts. You glare at him. He has the decency to look only slightly amused.

By the time you finally reach solid ground again, you're ready to declare victory over the entire desert. The celebration lasts all of three seconds. Because one look ahead reveals even more sand waiting for you. Of course it does. With a long-suffering sigh, you continue toward the center of the area. The destination turns out to be... disappointing. No doorway. No temple. No hidden passage. Just a strange structure rising from the ground. Part statue. Part mechanism. And entirely unhelpful. You stare at it. The structure stares back. Neither of you seems particularly impressed. A timeshift stone does nothing to help. Well, nothing except revive a robot that might actually answer some questions. Link leads the two of you toward the nearest one. He raises a hand in greeting. The little machine returns the gesture before immediately narrowing its eyes. "You are not in my memory banks, brrt." You and Link exchange a look. "That would make sense," you say. "But another robot told us to come here-" The robot cuts you off before you can finish. "This is the power generator for the mechanism that opens the entrance to Lanayru Mining Facility, zrrpt!" Its little arms wave dramatically. "But it won’t budge until you activate the remote power nodes and set those three dials to access them correctly." You stare. Link stares. The robot stares back. Amazing. More running around searching for vaguely described things. Thankfully, Fi appears before either of you can ask where exactly these mysterious nodes are located. "A report, Master Link." You almost sigh in relief. "Readings indicate the materials used to construct the generator are also present in this area. You can now use your dowsing ability to locate them." Some useful information, finally. With no other, clearer instructions forthcoming, the search begins. Link takes the lead, sword raised as he follows the dowsing signal. You follow close behind. The first node isn't too difficult to find. A small chamber hidden behind a statue conceals it. The second is significantly more annoying. Naturally. It requires crossing another stretch of sand, activating another timeshift stone, and dealing with several monsters that apparently took your presence personally. The third proves even worse. By that point, sand has invaded every part of your existence. It's in your boots. Your clothes. Your hair. At one point, you somehow get a mouthful of it despite not remembering opening your mouth. You spit into the desert. The desert remains unapologetic. Hours seem to pass. Every delay scratches at your nerves. Every puzzle feels like another obstacle between you and Zelda. Keep moving. Keep searching. Keep going. Eventually, finally, the third node activates. Relief nearly makes your knees weak. The two of you make your way back to the central platform. Link immediately kneels beside the mechanism. His hands work the controls. For a moment, nothing happens. Then the ground trembles. A deep rumble echoes through the desert. Sand slides from the surrounding dunes. Something massive begins to rise. You take an involuntary step back. Stone bursts from the sea of sand. Higher. Higher. And higher still. An enormous structure emerges from beneath the desert, shedding centuries of dust as it climbs into the light. The entrance to Lanayru Mining Facility. Finally. You look at Link. He looks back. The same thought passes between you without a single word. Forward. His hand finds yours. Then together, you start down the stairs.

The air inside the facility is dry and dusty. And the floor is covered in sand. You stare at it. The sand stares back. You feel a powerful urge to cry. Instead, you keep walking. Looking around reveals a familiar pattern. By now, you've visited enough temples and ancient ruins to recognize the signs. This place is going to be a problem. Small creatures scuttle across the walls and floor. Round bodies, a single oversized eye, and a sharp stinger protruding from their curved tail. Thankfully, they aren't difficult to deal with. Unfortunately, there seem to be hundreds of them. Every time you think you've cleared an area, another one appears. The facility soon introduces a new annoyance. A strange serpent-like creature with three heads. Link discovers the solution through trial and error. Namely, that removing one or two heads accomplishes absolutely nothing. The creature simply keeps coming. Only a strike that cuts through all three at once finally puts it down. After that, everything begins to blur together. The facility twists and turns endlessly. Rooms look similar enough to be confusing while remaining different enough that getting lost feels intentional. You find a key. Then a door. Then another puzzle. Then another timeshift stone. Then more monsters. Then another locked door. Then somehow you end up somewhere you've already been. The only bright spot is the discovery of a new tool. The Gust Bellows. The moment you tip it forward, a powerful stream of air bursts from the nozzle. It clears sand. Glorious. Wonderful. Life-changing. You may have cheered. Loudly. Link had given you a look afterward. A look that immediately replaced your joy with butterflies. You had been forced to stop celebrating for entirely unrelated reasons. Eventually, after what feels like hours, you emerge into a familiar chamber. You stop. Blink. Turn in a circle. "This is the start." Link looks around. Then nods. "This is definitely the start." You groan. The sound echoes through the room. Why? Why would anyone build a place like this? This facility is a nightmare! Things somehow get worse. A wrong turn later, and you find yourselves back in the very first chamber you entered. At least this time you have the Gust Bellows. A few blasts clear away the sand piled in the corner, revealing a mechanism hidden beneath. A button. You stare at it. "Do you think this gets us out of here?" Link looks at the button. Then at you. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "I don't." You sigh dramatically. "We're never that lucky…" "No," Link agrees. "We're really not." The button does open a path forward. Unfortunately, the next room is somehow even more filled with sand. The noise that leaves you is difficult to describe. Part whine. Part groan. Part wounded animal. It perfectly communicates your feelings. Link pats your shoulder. Very bravely trying not to laugh. You glare at him. He immediately looks away. When you finally stop threatening him with your eyes, he points deeper into the room. A timeshift stone. You don't hesitate. A bomb flies through the air. The stone activates. Blue energy rushes outward. The room transforms. And the sand disappears. Gone. Every last grain. You stare. The clean floor stretches before you. Beautiful. Untouched. Perfect. For a brief moment, you wonder whether exhaustion has finally driven you insane. "Well," Link says, sounding far too pleased with himself, "looks like your enemy is gone."

You turn. Then immediately launch yourself at him. Link makes a very undignified noise. He barely manages to catch you. His boots skid across the floor. For one terrifying second, it looks like both of you are going down. Then he recovers. "What-" He sputters. "What was that for?" You bury your face deeper into his shoulder. Still hanging onto him. The confusion on his face only grows. "Are you okay?" You nod, then finally release him. Slowly. Reluctantly. "Never better." Link shakes his head, still looking bewildered. You don't care. The moving platforms ahead no longer seem intimidating. The endless puzzles no longer seem frustrating. The facility itself no longer feels quite so awful. Because for the first time since arriving in Lanayru- The sand disappeared. The next room you enter locks behind the two of you. Both swords are out before the monsters even appear. Two three-headed creatures slither toward you from opposite sides of the room. They never get the chance to attack. Link charges the one on the left. You take the right. Steel flashes. The creatures collapse. Done. Except the doors remain firmly shut. You exchange a look. Of course. Searching the room reveals another timeshift stone hidden beneath a layer of sand. Once activated, it reveals the true guardian of the chamber. A machine. Large. Annoying. Covered in windmill-like mechanisms. You immediately know whose job this will be. With a sigh, you raise the Gust Bellows. The stream of air roars from the nozzle. The machine stutters. Link darts forward. His sword strikes once. Twice. Three times. Then he jumps back as the machine lurches upright. You resume blasting it. Link attacks. Retreats. Repeats. The fight becomes a rhythm. One you've practiced several times already. Eventually the machine collapses into a pile of scrap. The room unlocks. You lower the Gust Bellows and immediately switch it to your other hand. Your fingers ache from gripping it. The thing seemed much lighter when you first found it. Link notices. Without a word, he reaches over and adjusts one of the straps hanging from your shoulder. The gesture lasts only a second before he starts walking again. You pretend not to appreciate it. The facility continues. More sand. More machines. More dead ends. More puzzles. The Gust Bellows hums constantly in your hands. At some point, the fights stop feeling exciting. Not because they're easy. Because there have simply been too many. The motions blur together. Swing. Dodge. Block. Advance. Repeat. Even Link starts showing signs of it. His swings remain precise, but he takes a little longer to straighten after one particularly awkward dodge. A hand briefly presses against his lower back before dropping away. You pretend not to notice. Just like he pretended not to notice when you switched hands with the Gust Bellows for the fourth time. The maze twists again. Another room. Another corridor. Another chamber filled with sand. Then you freeze. Something about the room feels familiar. Very familiar. You squint. "Haven't we been here before?" Link looks around.Then around again. "I…" His confidence immediately disappears. "...maybe?" That is not reassuring. You stare at the room. The room stares back.

You are almost certain you've stood here before. Just…On the other side somehow. You can't tell anymore. At this point, the entire facility has merged into one endless collection of stone walls and poor life choices. The only thing you know for certain is that this side contains more sand. You immediately dislike it. Though only for a second. Past-you would still have to deal with all the sand you've already cleared. The thought lifts your mood considerably. Eventually, the path narrows into a small shaft that you and Link have to crawl through. The stone scrapes against your armor. Your knees protest. Link lets out a quiet grunt somewhere behind you. Neither of you comments on it. When you finally emerge on the other side, you take one look around. Sand. So much more. You could probably predict it by now. But this room comes with more than just sand. Spikes burst from the floor without warning. You grab the back of Link's tunic and yank him backward. The spikes shoot up where he'd been about to step. Both of you freeze. Then slowly look at each other. "That was close." Link's voice comes out slightly breathless. You nod. A little harder than necessary. The Gust Bellows help clear away enough sand to reveal the floor beneath. And more spikes. Wonderful. The bellows also uncover a button hidden beneath the sand. Pressing it unlocks the exit. Now you just need to reach it. Somehow. The facility, apparently deciding it hasn't tormented you enough, sends you back into the same room for the third time. Every visit has been from a different direction. At this point you're beginning to suspect the building is doing it intentionally. Thankfully, there is noticeably less sand this time. Almost none. A miracle. The path forward relies on timeshift stones mounted in carts. The carts glide along their tracks, restoring pathways as they move. You follow close behind them. Not too fast. Not too slow. Just enough to keep moving. Though every so often a machine awakens within the restored areas. Each time your heart jumps into your throat. Each time the fight is over almost immediately. The facility has taught you many things. One of them is that watching monsters come back to life never stops being unsettling. At one point you spot a peculiar door. Spiked metal cords wrap around it like chains. Behind them gleams the familiar gold of a temple entrance. Locked. Of course. No key means no progress. So you leave it behind. For now. The final puzzle requires sending one cart back and forth several times. A windmill-like mechanism blocks the way forward. And naturally, it's positioned directly in the middle of a restored pathway. You and Link spend several minutes adjusting carts, waiting for tracks to appear, and trying not to lose your minds. By the end of it, even Link lets out a tired groan. You immediately feel better. If he's suffering too, at least you're not alone. Eventually the door opens. Progress. The next room decides to become a maze. Again. This time, however, it adds climbing. You stare at the vines. The vines stare back. Aracha crawl all over them. At least now you know their name, thanks to asking Fi. You almost wish you didn't. The climb isn't particularly difficult. But halfway up your arms start burning. Not enough to stop. Just enough to remind you how long you've been at this. Link reaches the top first. When you pull yourself over the ledge, he offers a hand before you can even ask. You take it. Neither of you comments on it. A nearby timeshift stone restores the room. Suddenly machinery hums. Metal clicks. Ancient mechanisms awaken. The whole chamber buzzes with life. The Gust Bellows barely leave your hands. You use them so often that setting them down feels wrong. Like forgetting a sword.

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The sun and the song - thought

I'm writing the new chapter and slowly realizing that reader is developing an Anakin Skywalker level hatred for sand

Not monsters. Not evil. Not Ghirahim.

Sand.

At this point she sees a grain of sand and immediately starts preparing to fight against her true archnemesis 😂

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WTWWW - Not so lonely survivors

Note: Hey everyone! I'm happy to be finally posting this! And I hope you enjoy the ride we're starting now!

Summary: Suika doesn’t fully understand what Senku is doing, but it seems to amaze everyone else. In a moment of calm she discovers something new.

Chapter 1 – Detective on Duty

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The sun and the song

Summary: The desert remembers what the world used to be. Flowers bloom where blue stones glow. Ancient creatures wake from centuries of silence. And somewhere beyond the shifting sands, Zelda keeps slipping further out of reach.

Chapter 12 – Shifting Sands

With unanswered questions still circling your mind, you stare out across the desert. In the corner of your eye, the sun hangs lower than before, slowly sinking toward the horizon. Time is moving. Whether you’re ready or not. “We should get moving,” you say quietly. “We don’t have much time.” Link startles slightly at the sound of your voice, pulled from whatever thoughts had trapped him. Then he nods. Together, you step off the raised platform. The sailcloth catches the air beneath you, slowing the descent enough for your boots to meet the ground safely. Sand shifts immediately under your feet. Not soft. Loose. Ready to give out if you step wrong. Link scans the area while you steady yourself. But aside from another Goddess Cube sitting half-buried nearby, there’s little to see. No signs of life. No movement. Only the path forward. Rust-worn tracks emerge from beneath layers of dust, carving a route toward a mine entrance. The ground descends in uneven stone steps instead of a proper slope, each level cut sharply into the earth. The rails break apart at every drop, only to continue again farther down. Their final stretch disappears straight into stone. You stare at the dark entrance waiting below. There’s nowhere else to go. Guess you’ll have to follow. Link stays close as you walk. Close enough that your hands brush every few steps. Each touch sends warmth sparking up your arm. It feels… nice. Distracting, but nice. The entrance to the mine is framed by a carved stone arch, worn down by time and sand alike. Something about it unsettles you immediately. A pulse of apprehension curls low in your stomach. You shove it down before it can grow teeth. Now is not the time to get trapped in your own head. The two of you step inside. Darkness swallows you almost immediately, the fading sunlight behind your backs barely reaching farther than a few feet. For a moment, all you can do is blink and wait for your eyes to adjust. Slowly, shapes begin to emerge from the gloom. And directly in your path sits a cart. It’s wedged into a narrow opening, rust eating through the metal frame. Dust coats every inch of it so heavily it almost blends into the stone. Link steps forward first. One hand braces against the side of the cart, the other gripping the top edge. He takes a breath- -and pushes. Nothing happens at first. Only the sound of his breathing filling the tunnel. The scrape of his boots against stone. Small strained grunts slipping out between exhales. Then-SCREEEECH. The cart jerks forward. Slow. Heavy. But moving. You stay back, not wanting to crowd him. Which turns out to be a mistake. A startled sound leaves Link suddenly. Your heart lurches. You rush forward, only to find him still standing there, unharmed. But something is wrong. The cart is gone. A heavy thud echoes from below. Only then do you notice the trench cutting through the ground directly in front of you. Tracks run along the bottom, disappearing right before they could touch the other wall. The cart must have fallen straight onto them. Neither of you saw the drop. You peer ahead. No bridge. No path around. Link looks at you. You look back. Understanding passes between you almost instantly. At your nod, Link carefully lowers himself over the edge while you stay above, watching him descend into the dark. Something jumps out of the shadows. A small yellow jelly lands with a wet splat. Sparks crackle across its surface. Not safe. “Sunshine! Watch out!” Link reacts instantly. His sword flashes free of its sheath as he drops into stance. Across from him, the jelly compresses low against the ground, gathering itself to spring. The moment it leaps- SLASH. The blade cuts straight through it. Both halves hit the ground with a bounce. Then twitch. Then split again into two smaller jellies. “Oh, come on…” Before either creature can jump, Link lunges forward. Two quick strikes.

The sparks vanish. Silence settles again. Link keeps his sword raised a moment longer. “Any more?” You scan the shadows carefully. Nothing moves. “Looks clean.” His shoulders loosen slightly. The sword slides back into its sheath. For a moment, the mine returns to stillness. Just dirt. Stone. Dust. Your gaze drifts toward the fallen cart. It sits crooked on the tracks below, still half-filled with dirt and loose sand. Not exactly useful-Wait, maybe? “Sunshine,” you call down, “do you think you could push the cart against the other wall?” Link glances up at you, then toward the cart. He steps closer, peering inside. Understanding crosses his face almost immediately. He points at the packed dirt filling the cart, brow raised in question. You nod. “I should be able to.” He braces himself and pushes. The cart screeches against the rails as it moves, slow and stubborn. Dust shakes loose with every inch until finally it grinds to a stop near the opposite wall. Close enough. Link climbs onto the cart carefully. The added height lets him catch the ledge above with ease. A quick pull- -and he’s up. He dusts off his tunic before looking down at you expectantly. Waiting. You hop down into the trench. Your knees absorb the impact sharply. On the other side, Link is already crouching near the edge, hand stretched toward you. You hurry across, scramble onto the cart and let him pull you the rest of the way up. The path forward splits in two. One tunnel curves left, opening back toward the surface. The other turns right and seems to dead-end only a few steps in. Link heads right before you can say anything. A cart sits on the tracks there. Of course it does. A part of you wants to protest, but considering a cart had just saved you both from being stranded in a trench, you bite your tongue and follow after him instead. With a sigh, you move to help- Something launches at your face. You jerk back on instinct. A sharp crackle of energy snaps through the air close enough that your skin stings. The yellow blob hits the floor with a wet splat. Another jelly. You react before it can move again. Your sword flashes free, slicing through the creature in one clean strike. The sparks die instantly. “Are you okay?” Link is beside you almost immediately. His eyes sweep over you quickly, checking for injuries before settling on your cheek. The spot the electricity almost touched. “I think so…” His fingers brush lightly across your skin. Gentle. Careful. The sting fades beneath the warmth of his touch. “It’s red,” he murmurs, brows furrowing. “But there’s not even a scratch. Thankfully.” Then his hand falls away. And just like that, the moment passes. Link returns to the cart. This time, you don’t move to help him. Instead, your hand stays close to your sword as you scan the shadows around you. Two surprise attacks are enough. Even if it’s “just” jellies. The cart rattles along the tracks as Link pushes it forward. The rails carry it almost all the way outside before abruptly ending. The cart jerks to a stop. No matter how hard Link shoves afterward, it refuses to budge another inch. Link pouts at the betrayal. You almost laugh. Almost. Instead, the two of you step past the abandoned cart and continue forward. The path forward opens into a wide circular chamber. In the center rests a massive purple crystal sitting on a stone pedestal. It feels like static, something waiting. But not malicious. The walls curve around the chamber, carved with strange figures half-swallowed by time. Their faces are long and warped, weird tongues sticking unnaturally from their mouths. Tracks weave through the room, one still holding a rusted cart. Two stone doors sit almost opposite each other, unmoving no matter how hard you and Link try to push them open. Link’s attention drifts back to the crystal. You can practically see the thought process happen behind his eyes.

Then, before you can stop him, he steps forward and smacks the thing with his sword. The sharp ring echoes through the chamber. You stare at him. Link stares back. “…What?” he asks defensively. Before you can answer, the crystal begins to glow. The purple light fractures, peeling away into brilliant blue. The entire gem lifts from its pedestal, humming with power. A pulse bursts outward. It sweeps through you like wind. Ancient. Vast. Awake. The room changes instantly. Dust vanishes beneath spreading patches of green. Grass bursts through the dirt in bright waves, flowers blooming in it in small patches. The stale air turns warm and alive. The tracks spark to life with a metallic hum. The nearby cart jerks upward, suddenly hovering just above the rails. Even the stone doors shift, their worn surfaces smoothing as mechanisms deep within them groan awake. And then- Movement. Small creatures lie scattered around the chamber where there had been nothing before. Tiny beings with rounded bodies and oversized hands. One twitches. Then another. Like waking from a long, long sleep, they slowly rise to their feet. One waddles forward and immediately starts digging into the wall with frantic little motions. Link freezes. His eyes go impossibly wide. Mouth slightly open. Wonder spreads across his face so openly it almost hurts to look at. His hands twitch at his sides before he unconsciously leans closer, completely enchanted. A laugh slips out of you before you can stop it. Link startles and glances back, sheepish pink dusting across his cheeks. You kneel down, checking the flowers. For something brought forth by magic, they seem completely ordinary. Soft petals, healthy stems, bright colors untouched by the dust surrounding them. A sudden rattling sound pulls your attention away. You look up just in time to see Link inside a moving cart as a nearby door slowly begins to open. Panic spikes through you instantly. “Link-!” You scramble to your feet and rush forward, but the door slams shut before you can reach it. Your heart lurches. Why would he do that? Did he mean to go on ahead alone? What if something’s in there? What if he gets hurt? Thoughts crash over each other so fast you can barely breathe. Then the mechanism groans again. The door reopens, revealing Link still sitting in the cart as it rolls back toward you. He looks sheepish at first, rubbing the back of his neck. Until he properly sees your face. His expression drops immediately. Link jumps out of the cart before it even fully stops. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t think it would start moving on its own.” You nod, trying to brush it off, but your pulse still beats too fast beneath your skin. “It’s fine,” you murmur automatically. A strained smile on your lips trying to look convincing enough is not doing a great job. Because it isn’t fine. Not really. For one awful moment, the sight of that door shutting between you had dragged every ugly thought back to the surface. Too slow. Left behind. Not enough. Link’s brows pull together immediately, like he can hear the parts you aren’t saying. “No, it’s not.” His voice comes out firmer this time. “I shouldn’t have just jumped in without thinking.” The guilt on his face twists something painfully warm in your chest. Even now he’s worrying about you. “I just wanted to see if it worked,” he adds quieter, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wasn’t trying to leave you behind.” The words hit harder than they should. Because that’s exactly what your mind had assumed. You look away first. “I know.” Silence settles between you, awkward and heavy for only a second before the strange little cart rattles loudly on the tracks again. Both of you glance toward it at the same time. Link lets out a breath that almost sounds like relief at the distraction. “Maybe we should figure out how these things work before one kidnaps me again.”

A startled laugh escapes you before you can stop it. Small, but real. Link’s expression softens immediately at the sound. “Yeah,” you say, quieter this time. “Maybe we should.” The deeper parts of the mine blur together after that. Carts rattle over glowing tracks, strange stones twist the world around you, and more hidden passages reveal themselves one after another. Chests tucked into corners reward your efforts. Rupees, treasures, things that might prove useful later. But more importantly, you come face to face with your greatest enemy from Eldin once again. Sand. Endless amounts of it. It pours through corridors, piles against walls, and stretches across entire rooms. Every step through it feels agonizingly slow. Your feet sink just enough to drag at your movements, forcing you to fight for every inch forward. Right now, it feels unbearable. You already know your limits have an end. Your body has proven that much over and over again. But your thoughts keep whispering anyway. Faster. Push harder. Don’t stop. And the sand refuses to let you. Frustration coils tighter and tighter inside your chest the longer it goes on. Which only makes the relief sweeter once the final stretch is behind you. At last, daylight greets you again. Fresh air brushes against your face as you step out from the tunnels. No more cramped caves. No more winding mines. For one glorious moment, you think maybe things are looking up. Then you look ahead. Your heart drops. Sand stretches as far as the eye can see. Fi appears beside Link with her usual hum of energy, utterly unaware of the despair rapidly taking hold of you. “We have arrived at Lanayru Desert. The terrain in this area changed dramatically as climate forces rapidly turned it into a desert.” Of course it did. Then come the words that nearly break you. “I have confirmed numerous areas of sinksand. Should you step in sinksand you may be swallowed by the desert. Bodily danger has increased by thirty percent.” Your soul leaves your body. And just like that, Fi disappears again after delivering what sounds suspiciously like your personal nightmare made manifest. Apparently normal sand wasn’t enough. This place has decided to invent worse sand. Great. Your nose stings. Tears gather at the corners of your eyes as you stare out at the endless dunes in mute horror. Thankfully, the world grants you one mercy. The sun is already sinking below the horizon. Shadows stretch long across the desert, and with startling speed, the warmth bleeds from the air. A sharp chill brushes over your skin. You blink in surprise. So this place is awful in completely different ways than Eldin. Good to know. “We should probably stop for today.” The words come out hesitant. Your mind agrees, but your heart screams not to stop yet. Link looks around before turning back to you. “Yeah, but not here. It’ll get colder out here at night. Let’s head back inside the mine.” You’re not happy about it, but you nod anyway and follow him back. Camp is set in a nearby chamber with a magical stone. Away from the sand. Away from whatever might be hiding beneath it. The fire is small, mostly there for light. The cave walls still hold the warmth of the day, keeping the worst of the cold away. Link sits on his bedroll beside you, carefully carving into a block of wood. Tiny shavings gather around his boots. “A loftwing statuette,” he explained earlier. “Something like the statues around here.”

Meanwhile, your thoughts drift elsewhere. Fi confirmed Zelda passed through this place, but you keep thinking back to the temple. To the pillar of light. To the way the stranger seemed to step through the world itself. Is that how Zelda travels now? Does she move between these regions through magic while you and Link claw your way through every obstacle in your path? If that’s true… then maybe catching up was never truly possible. The realization settles strangely inside your chest. On one hand, it frustrates you to no end. No matter how hard you run, how much you push yourself, Zelda will always remain just out of reach until she decides otherwise. But another part of you feels something dangerously close to relief. Because if she can move faster through magic… then maybe you truly are doing everything you can. Maybe you aren’t failing every single moment you stop to breathe. You’ll still push forward. You know you will. Move as fast as your body and the terrain allow. But perhaps it hurts a little less knowing that some distances cannot be crossed through effort alone. The thoughts keep circling anyway. One truth remains at the center of them all. You miss Zelda. You miss her so much it aches. In all your years together, you’d never spent more than a few hours apart. And now- Now you’re trapped in a game of chase you never agreed to play, with the constant fear that one day you’ll lose. “Nightingale?” Your head snaps up. Link watches you carefully. Concern still lingers in his expression, though softer than it was yesterday. “Hm?” “We should sleep. You look about as exhausted as I feel.” Then, as if to prove his point, he dramatically flops backward onto his bedroll with an exaggerated sigh. Despite everything, a quiet laugh slips past your defenses. Link immediately grins wider, clearly pleased with himself. You roll your eyes and settle onto your own bedroll. “Goodnight, Sunshine.” “Wait.” He shifts slightly to look at you. “Could you sing something?” You blink at him, surprised. “I mean… sure?” Softly, you hum the opening melody and let muscle memory carry the rest. The song fills the cave gently, blending with the crackle of the fire. Across from you, Link’s shoulders slowly loosen. His eyes grow heavy. He’s asleep before the final verse. Your hand reaches out before you can think better of it, brushing lightly through his hair. “Sweet dreams.” The morning comes too fast. It feels less like sleep and more like blinking for too long. Your body is still heavy when you start packing up camp, but the sluggishness fades bit by bit as movement takes over. Outside, the desert is already waiting. And it is relentless. Sand stretches in every direction, shifting constantly beneath the wind. Some of it lies still, harmless enough. Some of it moves like it’s alive. And some of it – if you’re not careful – tries to swallow you whole. Ruins of a long-forgotten settlement break up the landscape. Half-buried walls, collapsed stone, shapes that might have once been homes. Now they’re just obstacles between you and whatever comes next. Every so often, you catch sight of strange birds perched high on dead trees. Smaller than loftwings. Brighter too, almost unnaturally so. They call out into the empty air, but none of them take flight. Not once since you arrived. You don’t ask why. You don’t really want to know. The path slopes downward into a wide valley. And there, the cages appear. Three of them. One holds the remains of the little creatures you saw back in the mine. Another contains nothing but piled rocks. The last is empty. Nearby the first one are bones, half swallowed by sand. A feeling settles in your stomach that you don’t like. You reach into your bomb pouch, throwing one into the cage with rocks. The explosion shatters the rock pile, revealing a glowing stone beneath it. Right away you take out another bomb, letting it activate the glowing gem.

Grass pushes up through the sand in a sudden burst of green. Life returning in a small circle, fragile but real in the middle of all this dead land. But it doesn’t stay quiet for long. Movement. One of the cages rattles. The small creature inside wakes up, panicked, calling for help in a language of broken sounds and trembling chirps. And then the reason for the cages reveals itself. A red monster stirs nearby. Electricity crackles along its weapon, dancing in long lines. The sight alone makes your muscles tense instinctively. You’ve learned what that kind of power does first hand. Neither of you waste time. Swords are drawn. Link moves first, positioning himself between the creature and its target. You circle wide. Quiet. Waiting. Then you strike. Your blade catches it across the back. It jerks upward in a sharp screech, twisting toward you – just as Link steps in and finishes the opening it left behind. The creature collapses. Fi appears without warning. “I am able to confirm that a time shift has occurred withing this space. Any impact to the blue stones creates a sustained temporal disruption field in the surrounding area. Readings show that this area is in a past state” She disappears just as she relays this information. Link stares at the glowing stone for a moment longer than necessary. That explains it. The ruins. The desert. The impossible remnants of life buried under sand. It used to be different here. That thought sits uncomfortably in your mind. The cages unlock. Metal groans as if waking up after a long sleep. The creature inside is freed, immediately stumbling forward, shaking off the confinement. It thanks you both in a blur of chirps and mechanical sounds. “If you hadn’t come along, they would have sucked all of the electricity out of me, vrrm!” You and Link exchange a look. That lands somewhere between horrifying and absolutely unacceptable. The creature perks up suddenly. “Oh… Look at that, zrrpt… You have a Beetle. It appears to be an older model of Lanayru fabrication. As thanks for saving me, I will upgrade that for you, zwoop. Give it here for a second, phwing!” Link hesitates only a second before looking at you. You shrug. “Why not?” So he hands it over. The creature gets to work immediately, hands moving too fast to follow. You and Link sit nearby while it tinkers. It lasts less than a minute. Then it returns the Beetle. Except now it’s different. Pincers have been added – long, sturdy, and practical-looking. “Capable of more carrying now,” the creature chirps proudly. Link turns it over in his hands. Then, without needing to say anything, he tests it immediately. A nearby stretch of sand shifts like the currents inside the mine. Ancient statues rise from it, waiting for bomb flowers to topple them over and create temporary platforms across the moving ground. Link sends the Beetle flying immediately. The little machine buzzes through the air toward a bomb flower growing on top of a dead tree. The new pincers open carefully around it. You hold your breath. The claws snap shut. And the flower stays secure. “It worked!” Link sounds genuinely delighted. The Beetle swoops forward before dropping the bomb neatly into the waiting statue’s arms. A second later, the explosion sends the stone giant crashing forward into the sand, forming a stable path. One obstacle down. Several hundred more to go. The desert stretches endlessly ahead of you. Moving sand blocks your way at every turn, forcing careful jumps and slow crossings. More than once you nearly lose your footing. Every close call sends your heart straight into your throat. You are so unbelievably tired of sand. Thankfully, the world finally decides to show mercy. Another tunnel appears ahead. Short and narrow, almost easy to miss. But the moment you step through it, the landscape changes completely. The desert falls away behind you.

Ahead lies a maze of ravines carved deep into the earth. Only scattered platforms remain standing above the drop. The sand has vanished, replaced by dry, cracked soil that looks one strong gust away from turning to dust. And beyond all of it stands a structure. Massive. Ancient. At its center rises a giant statue bearing the same symbol you saw within the temples. You caught glimpses of it earlier from across the canyon, but standing this close makes it feel far more imposing. And somehow… wrong. The entrance looks damaged. Unease settles low in your stomach. You keep moving. The path forward takes time to clear. Another Timeshift Stone hidden within the hollow trunk of a dead tree restores a huge portion of the area around you. Grass spreads over the dead ground in rippling waves, ancient mechanisms springing back to life around the ravines. Finally, after what feels like forever, you reach the structure itself. And waiting in front of the collapsed entrance is a familiar face. Gorko. You haven’t seen him since the forest. “Good to see you, guys! Seems like you pop up everywhere! Though I am one to talk…” You and Link greet him warmly, though his attention is already drifting back toward the ruins surrounding him. Just like before, he looks seconds away from launching into a lecture. Which he promptly does. “Anyway, there is something I am dying to tell you. It is the discovery of the century!” He practically vibrates with excitement. “This is a sacred place known as the Temple of Time.” Your soul leaves your body a little. Another temple. Wonderful. “I could not believe my eyes when I saw a human who lives on the legendary Isle of the Goddess!” Gorko continues. “It wore clothes just like the ones written about in the ancient manuscripts! And it looked just like you!” Link straightens immediately beside you. Your full attention locks onto every word after that. “It came with another person… and they entered the temple!” Zelda. Your chest tightens painfully. “I wanted to chase after them… But then there was an explosion all of a sudden!” Gorko gestures helplessly toward the rubble sealing the entrance. “And the entrance… Well, you can see for yourselves.” Cold spreads through you instantly. Not the chill of the desert night. Fear. Sharp and immediate. Even with the stranger protecting Zelda, things can still go wrong. People can still get hurt. Your thoughts start moving too fast. You cannot stop now. You won’t. If Zelda is injured – if something happens while you rest – you will never forgive yourself for it. A plan is already beginning to form in the back of your mind. Push further. Stay awake longer. Move faster. Do whatever it takes. Even if it hurts. Even if it costs you. Because you know now, don’t you? If things go truly wrong… you have a way to turn the clock back. The thought slithers quietly through your mind, poisonous and calm. Hopefully it won’t come to that. Hopefully no one gets hurt. Gorko says his goodbyes eventually, wandering off to continue his research somewhere nearby. But Link doesn’t move. You can feel his gaze on you before you even look over. There’s a crease between his brows. Concern. Suspicion. Like he can somehow hear the dangerous direction your thoughts are trying to take. The conversations you’ve had echo in your head. His insistence that you slow down. That you rest. That you stop trying to carry everything alone. And yet- You still find yourself pushing harder anyway. Because if Zelda gets hurt this time… You will never forgive yourself.

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When the world went wrong

Hey everyone, I know some of you have been waiting for the new arc of this story for a while now...

So, I am here to announce, a month from now, on Friday 8. I will officialy start posting the new arc!

It will be named:

WTWWW - Not so lonely survivors

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The sun and the song

Summary: Some things don’t fade with rest. Not the guilt. Not the doubt. Not the quiet voice that keeps asking why you? Still, the path forward opens and it leads somewhere empty.

Chapter 11 – Between Sky and Dust

Link still hovers close, never quite stepping away. The path back to the temple entrance is simple. Familiar. Easy. And yet, you stumble through it like it isn’t. Your thoughts keep dragging you under. Link’s words echo first – steady, certain. The way his voice didn’t waver. The way his eyes held yours, bright and unshaken, like there was no version of this where you weren’t enough. It lingers. Warms your chest. Makes your cheeks burn. But then-Her voice cuts through it. Cold. Precise. Late. Failed. The words don’t just return, they crash. Over and over again. Some come like distant waves, lapping at your ankles. Others pull you under completely. Your steps falter. At some point, you stop walking entirely, staring ahead without seeing. A soft nudge at your shoulder. You blink. Link. Sometimes that’s enough to pull you back. Sometimes it isn’t, and his hand shifts – light at your back, guiding, careful, like you might shatter if he presses too hard. It makes your chest tighten. You’re supposed to be helping him. Not the other way around. By the time the temple entrance comes into view, the sky has long since darkened. The moon hangs high, pale and watchful. Stars scatter across the sky, sharp and distant. Below, the volcano still breathes heat into the air. Lava winds through the land in slow, glowing rivers, painting everything in molten gold. It’s… beautiful. Quietly, achingly beautiful. For a moment, you breathe in slow and deep. The air burns a little in your lungs, but it steadies something deep inside. Smooths the jagged edges, if only for a second. “We should get back home.” Link’s voice is gentle. Careful. You nod. He finds a loftwing statue first, stepping up without hesitation. Light wraps around him, and then he’s gone, lifting into the sky. You wait. Just a moment. Then follow. The air up here is different. Cooler. Softer. It wraps around you, brushing against your skin like something almost alive, like it’s trying to soothe, or maybe apologize. For what, you don’t know. The barrier shines with a quiet shimmer as you pass through. The silence that follows feels deeper somehow. You whistle. The sound cuts clean through the air, and a moment later – wings. Strong. Familiar. Your loftwing dives toward you, letting out a pleased cry as it reaches you. You can’t help it, your hand presses into its feathers as you climb on. Warm. Soft. Real. For a moment- everything settles. It doesn’t last long. The second your feet hit solid ground, something shifts. Nothing obvious. No danger. No sound.

It would hurt. You know it would. Your body remembers things your mind desperately tries not to. But that doesn’t matter. Not really. Not when the alternative is- Your breath stutters. You don’t finish that thought. You don’t have to. A whisper curls at the edge of your mind. Soft. Persuasive. You can always try again. Your eyes squeeze shut. Your grip tightens. Why you? The question has followed you from the start. From the moment Fi appeared. From the moment everything changed. Why you? Your throat tightens. Because maybe- maybe this is why. You bury your face into the pillow and scream. The sound disappears into the fabric. The thought doesn’t leave. It just settles deeper. Quieter. Patient. Sleep only finds you when the sky begins to pale. When light starts chasing the shadows from the corners of your room. Maybe… it chases them out of you too. Just for a moment. A soft nudge pulls you back to the surface. Something large and cool presses into your side. You don’t even think, your hand lifting to meet it. Fingers sink into familiar feathers. A small smile tugs at your lips. “Good morning to you too.” A gentle coo answers. Your eyes crack open. Through the window, your loftwing has wedged itself halfway into your room, as if the concept of personal space is more of a suggestion than a rule. Pale blue feathers catch the early sunlight, glowing soft and bright. For a moment nothing else exists. Just the steady rise and fall of its breathing. The quiet morning. The softness under your fingertips. Everything is as it should be. It doesn’t last. The nudges grow more insistent, pressing into your ribs, your shoulder. A quiet demand. Up. You huff softly, but push yourself upright anyway. The world tilts for a second when you sit up too fast. Your hand braces against the wall, waiting it out until it steadies. “Yeah, yeah. I’m up.” Another pleased trill. Getting dressed takes longer than it should. Your fingers fumble with straps you’ve tightened a hundred times before. The buckle slips once. Twice. You exhale through your nose and try again. There. Good enough.

You pause at the door. Hand hovering over the handle. For a second, it feels like stepping through it will… solidify everything. Yesterday. The temple. Her. The wood creaks as you pull it open. No going back now. The halls are quiet, the kind of quiet that only exists just before the day fully wakes. A few early risers pass by, their voices low, their steps unhurried. No one stops you. No one asks anything. Good. Outside, the air is still cool. You breathe in deep, letting it fill your lungs, sharp and clean. It helps, just enough to smooth the edges of everything clawing at your chest. Not enough to make it go away. But enough to not panic. The trees nearby sway gently, leaves whispering together. You drift toward them without thinking, settling into the grass beneath their shade. From here, the sky stretches endlessly. Clear. Wide. Unreachable. A familiar shape cuts through it. Your loftwing circles above, almost disappearing against the pale blue. Anyone else might lose track of it, but not you. You track it easily, even when it blends in completely. “Hey.” You flinch. Your head snaps up. Link stands just a few steps away. He looks… better. Not fine – you can see the way his shoulders still hold tension, the way his stance isn’t as loose as usual – but better. He must’ve actually slept. You mumble a greeting. It feels like pushing the words through something thick. He shifts his weight, glancing off to the side before looking back at you. “I should report to the headmaster. Let him know what happened.” A small pause. “You can stay here, if you want…” Stay. The word settles strangely in your chest. Like stepping out of the current while everything else keeps moving. Like- like you’re already lagging behind. You nod anyway. “Thanks.” “Will you wait here?” he asks. “We could stop by the bazaar after. Or… you can go ahead if you want.” It’s careful. Gentle. Like he’s trying not to push too hard. “I… I’ll wait.” He nods, though something uncertain flickers across his face. “If you want to talk about yesterday, we can.” Your shoulders tense before you even realize it. Talk about it? Put it into words? Make it real? “No. I’m fine.” Too quick. Too defensive. He stills. Then nods. “Alright. I’ll try to be quick.” You wave him off, watching him disappear back into the academy. Only when he’s gone do your shoulders drop. Skyloft wakes slowly. Voices grow louder. Doors open. Loftwings cry overhead. Life moves on. You stay where you are.

“…Hey!” Pipit jogs over, a grin already on his face. “Long time no see!” You return the greeting, your lips pulling into something that almost feels normal. “Hey.” “How’s the mission going? Any news?” Your stomach twists. You smile anyway. “We saw Zelda. She’s okay.” The words come steadier than you expect. “Someone’s with her. Protecting her. Zelda trusts her.” Pipit blinks. Confused. Right. He doesn’t know. “What?” “Oh-uhm…” You shift slightly. “She’s… on some kind of mission? Not sure what exactly. But she’s not alone. And not with the person who took her.” That helps. A little. He nods slowly. Brows still raised. “So what brings you back? Supply run?” The question lingers. Why are you here? The sky stretches in front of you again. Endless. Distant. You should be down there. Moving. Fixing things. Not sitting here while time- “…Hey?” You blink. Pipit’s expression has shifted. Concern creeping in. “Oh… sorry.” You straighten slightly. “Yeah. Supplies. And Link’s reporting to the headmaster right now.” “Oh, is he? I just saw him leaving the office.” Pipit scratches the back of his neck. “He had something with him. Blue or white, I think. Looked kinda important.” You hum quietly, but don’t dwell on it. “Anyway,” Pipit continues, stepping back, “I’ve got rounds to do.” He hesitates. Just for a second. “Take care, yeah?” You nod. “You too.” He waves, then turns away. Silence settles again. You let out a slow breath, staring back out into the sky. The same sky. The same distance. Your fingers curl slightly into the grass. Grounding. Anchoring. There’s a path forward. There always is. You just have to keep moving. So- you get up. Walking through town feels wrong. Everything is the same – familiar faces, familiar voices drifting through the air – but it all slides past you, distant. Like you’re not really part of it anymore. No one stops you. No one calls your name. A quiet part of you is relieved. Your steps carry you back to the edge of the island. You sit, legs dangling over open sky. Once, this would have made your stomach twist. The drop, the endless nothing below – it used to scare you. A reminder of what was supposed to be just a dream.

The word lands sharp. You blink, turning to him fully now. “What?” Link’s jaw tightens, like he’s choosing his words carefully and failing. “No,” he repeats, quieter but firmer. “We’re not rushing back down there like this.” Your chest pulls tight. “Like what?” “Like this,” he gestures vaguely at you – your posture, your face, something he can’t quite name but clearly sees. “You didn’t even sleep.” You scoff, looking away again. “I’m fine.” “You’re not.” “I said I’m-” “You keep drifting.” That one hits. Harder than it should. Your breath stutters. “I’m just thinking.” “You’re zoning out,” he corrects. “You stop walking. You don’t hear me when I call your name.” You don’t respond. Because he’s right. “We can’t afford to slow down,” you say instead, quieter now, but sharper. “If we keep wasting time-” “I don’t care about that.” The words come out fast. Immediate. Like he didn’t even have to think about them. That makes you freeze. “…What?” “I mean I do,” he backtracks quickly, running a hand through his hair. “Zelda – of course I care, but not like this. Not if it means-” He cuts himself off. Shakes his head. Tries again. “Not if it means running you into the ground.” Your chest tightens, something fragile cracking under the pressure. “That’s not your decision to make.” “It is if you can’t make it yourself.” That stings. Anger flares, quick and defensive. “I know my limits.” “Then act like it!” Silence. The words hang between you, too loud in the open air. Link exhales sharply, like he regrets how that came out. His shoulders drop, tension bleeding out of him. “…I’m not doing this without you,” he says, quieter now. “So if you push yourself until you can’t keep going…” His voice falters, just for a second. “…then we both stop.” That lands differently. Not pressure. Not expectation. Something else. Something loaded. “And I’m not leaving you behind just to get there faster.” Your thoughts stutter. Trip. That quiet, insistent whisper in the back of your mind- go faster, do more, be enough- -for the first time, it hesitates. “…That’s not how this works,” you manage, but your voice isn’t as steady anymore. Link just looks at you. “Then I’ll make it work.” The words land hard, but he doesn’t let them sit. He holds out a hand, ready to help you up. “Now, if you want to leave soon, I suggest you take a nap.” He smiles, softer than usual. “Come on. I could use one too.”

You take his hand. He doesn’t let go when you’re steady. Instead, his fingers shift, threading between yours, grounding, certain. Then he tugs you forward. “Wanna nap outside or inside?” The thought of your room presses in – four walls, too quiet, too loud all at once. “Outside…” Link’s smile widens, just a little, and he leads you toward the spot you used to share. The sound of Skyloft drifts further away with each step, voices blending into a distant hum. The waterfall takes over instead, steady, endless. The lake glitters when it comes into view, sunlight breaking across the surface in shards. The trees are still there. The same ones. Their shade falls just right, like it always has. Your chest tightens. Memories press in – lighter ones, easier ones – but something sharp twists through them. Nostalgia tangled with something close to anxiety. You almost stop. But Link doesn’t hesitate. His grip stays firm, his steps even, like he already decided for both of you. And somehow… it steadies you. The grass is soft when you lie down. It tickles whatever strip of skin it can get to, familiar in a way that makes your throat ache. Your eyes start to close before you can think about it. Your body sinks, heavier than it should be. Thoughts blur at the edges, slipping away before they can take shape. For a moment- just a moment- everything quiets. The fear. The guilt. The voice in the back of your mind. A hand brushes through your hair, slow, careful. And you let yourself fall. The afternoon sun greets you warmly. Leaves shift above you in the breeze, letting sunlight peek through in soft, shifting patterns. For once, your mind is quiet. You turn your head. Link lies beside you, sprawled out like he always does. One arm tucked behind his head, hair a complete mess. His tunic has ridden up just enough to reveal a strip of skin, the other hand hidden beneath the fabric. He looks… peaceful. Brows smooth, lashes resting against his cheeks, lips slightly parted. You’re surprised he isn’t snoring. A small laugh slips out before you can stop it. His eyes flutter open almost immediately, finding you like they were already looking. A soft, familiar smile spreads across his face, easy, warm, dangerous. “Morning.” His voice is rough with sleep, low enough to curl somewhere deep in your chest. You shove the feeling down before it can grow. “More like afternoon,” you murmur. He huffs out a quiet laugh, pushing himself upright and fixing his clothes. The moment stretches just a second longer- -then it snaps. “How are you feeling?” You pause. Check. Your limbs respond when you shift. Your thoughts come clear, not dragging behind you. Your vision steady. No shaking hands, no stumbling breath. Functional. “I feel okay,” you say. “Not the best, but okay.” He studies you for a second longer, like he’s trying to read something you’re not saying. Then he nods. “Then…” He exhales, pushing himself fully to his feet. “I guess it’s time we go put the final tablet in.” And just like that- -the peace is gone. It doesn’t fade. It doesn’t soften. It breaks. The warmth of the sun turns heavy on your skin. The rustling leaves too loud, too sharp. The ground beneath you no longer soft, just something holding you in place before you have to move again.

“Are you really okay?” Link’s voice cuts through it. Warm. Close. Real. The noise in your head stumbles, falters. Not gone. Just… pushed back. You blink, your gaze dropping from the statue to him. For a second, you just breathe. “Just… thinking about everything.” It’s not the full truth. Not really. But it’s not a lie either. His eyes search your face, like he’s trying to piece something together. Then he steps closer, closing the distance you didn’t realize was there. His hand finds yours again. Familiar. Steady. Grounding. You don’t pull away. Together, you step forward. Underneath the statue. And its shadow follows. Link lets go of your hand only when you reach the pedestal. For a brief second, your fingers linger in the empty space between you before he steps forward, lifting the final tablet into place. It settles with a quiet, definitive click. The air shifts. Something hums through the stone beneath your feet, through your bones, through the very air you breathe. You feel it. Not warmth. Not comfort. Just… power. The sky answers. Clouds begin to stir, parting slowly at first, then with purpose. The endless white sea breaks open, revealing something new beneath it- A path. No- An opening. A way forward. It gleams gold against the blue, almost unreal. Untouched. Waiting. Neither of you speaks. There’s nothing left to say. Link steps back to your side. You don’t look at him, but you feel it, the shift in him. The focus. The resolve. It mirrors your own. Or maybe it pushes it forward. Now, there’s no reason to stay. Not anymore. You turn together, leaving the statue behind. Still watching. Still silent. The sunlight outside feels different now. Sharper. More real. Like everything has been set into motion, and there’s no slowing it down. The walk to the edge passes in a blur. You don’t remember half of it. Only the wind picking up. Only the way your pulse seems to match your steps. You both turn toward the edge of the island- -but a voice calls out before you can take another step. “Hey! Link!” You both glance back. Pipit jogs up, slightly out of breath, a small satchel slung over his shoulder. He slows as he reaches you, pushing it into Link’s hands without much ceremony. “Here. Thought you might need these.” Link blinks, taken off guard. He opens the satchel just enough to peek inside, his brows lift slightly at whatever he finds. “Oh-Pipit, I-” “Don’t worry about it.” Pipit waves him off quickly, already taking a step back. “I saw the state you two were in this morning.” His eyes flicker between you and Link, concern slipping through despite the casual tone. “Figured you wouldn’t stop long enough to grab anything useful.” For a moment, neither of you says anything. Then Link closes the satchel, grip tightening slightly. “…Thank you.” Pipit just shrugs, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Just bring her back safe, yeah?” Something in your chest twists at that. He lifts a hand in a lazy wave, already turning away. “Good luck.” The space he leaves behind feels quieter than before. Link adjusts the satchel at his side, then looks at you.

“…Ready?” Now it’s your turn to nod. Then- the drop. You don’t hesitate. You jump. The air rushes past you, tearing at your clothes, stealing the breath from your lungs for just a second before instinct takes over. A whistle cuts through the sky. A moment later – beat of wings answers. A flash of color. Feathers. Warmth. Your loftwing catches you cleanly, steady and sure, like it always does. Like it never doubted you’d catch on. Above, Link does the same. Together, you rise. And there it is. Clearer now. Closer. The break in the clouds burns gold, brighter than anything around it. It doesn’t just sit there – it calls. Pulls. Demands. There’s no time to prepare. No time to think. Not really. Zelda is down there. Moving. Waiting. Maybe already in danger. Every second up here stretches too long. Feels wasted. Your grip tightens. It’s not enough to follow anymore. Not enough to chase after what’s already happened. It’s time to catch up. To stand beside her. To be there when it matters. To make sure nothing- no one- takes her away again. Ghirahim’s name lingers, unspoken but heavy. The golden path looms ahead. And this time, you don’t slow down. You drop from your loftwing, letting the air guide you. This time, you go first. Above you, Link makes a startled sound, sharp, alarmed. There’s a frantic shuffle of movement, feathers beating unevenly as he tries to follow. Then- nothing but wind. It roars past your ears, tugging at your clothes, pulling you down faster than you expect. The cloud barrier swallows you whole. For a moment, there is only white. Then it parts. The world below unfolds and it steals the breath from your lungs. Dead land stretches as far as you can see. Endless. Unbroken. Sand and dust swallow everything, turning the world into a dull, suffocating beige. Structures jut out from the ground at odd angles, half-buried, crumbling, like bones left behind after something long abandoned. Proof that someone was here. Once. The air hits you next. Dry. Sharp. So different from Eldin it almost feels wrong. There’s heat, yes, but it doesn’t cling. It doesn’t suffocate. It doesn’t press in. It just… exists. Like it’s making space for you. Not welcoming. Not hostile. Just indifferent. Your throat tightens with each breath. The world feels heavy. Not in your limbs, but around you. Like if you stop paying attention, it might shift. Tilt. Drag you somewhere you don’t want to go. The ground rushes up faster. Closer. Closer. You don’t panic. Above you, Link very much does. His voice tears through the wind, shouting something you can’t make out, words ripped apart before they reach you. But the tone is enough. Fear. Sharp and real. A few moments before impact, you pull the sailcloth free. It snaps open above you, yanking hard against your grip. Your arms jolt with the force, fingers tightening instinctively as your fall slows. Then- you drift. Your boots meet the ground with a soft thud. Steady. Safe. A second later, Link drops beside you. Not nearly as graceful. He barely slows himself, hitting the ground harder than necessary before stumbling forward a step. “Never do that again!”

His voice cuts through the stillness – too loud, too sharp in a place this quiet. You blink at him, thrown. “Wha-” He’s already turning toward you, eyes wide, breathing uneven. There’s something raw in his expression, something raging just beneath the surface. Fear, still clinging to him. Anger, trying to cover it. “You just-” He gestures upward, then down, like he can’t even find the words. “You didn’t even warn me!” The wind whistles past, low and hollow, filling the space between you. For a moment, the silence of this place presses in again. “Sorry… I didn’t think it would scare you.” Your voice comes out softer than you expect. Your hand reaches for Link without thinking. He takes it immediately. Too quickly. His grip tightens, like he needs to make sure you’re actually there. “It did…” he admits, barely above a whisper. “Please don’t do it again.” If this place weren’t so silent, you might have missed it. You nod, squeezing his hand in return. “I won’t.” For a moment, he just looks at you. Searching. Making sure. Then his gaze shifts past you. You follow it. The two of you stand on a raised stretch of stone – one of the few pieces of solid ground not swallowed by sand. Everything else stretches further or slopes downward. Toward a single opening. The earth itself seems to split apart there, layers carved open to reveal a dark entrance below. A mine. Rust-eaten rails lead straight into it, disappearing into darkness. Half-buried cart sits abandoned along the track, its metal frame warped and worn by time. Nothing moves. Nothing sounds. It doesn’t feel truly dead. Just… asleep. Blanketed by years of abandonment. Instead of heading down, you turn, taking in the rest of the landscape. Massive shapes loom in the distance, too large to be natural. Broken structures, maybe statues, jutting out from the sand at unnatural angles. Whatever they once were, it’s impossible to tell now. A soft buzz hums through the air. Fi appears beside Link, her form cutting cleanly through the stillness. “A report, Master Link.” Her voice is as even as ever. “We have arrived at Lanayru Mine.” So you were right. Your gaze drifts back to the entrance, to the rails leading into darkness. “This arid region was transformed into a desert over the course of several hundred years.” Your eyes sweep the horizon again. No green. No life. Only sand and dust stretching endlessly outward. It’s hard to imagine this place as anything else. “My projections indicate that Zelda must have traveled through this area.” Your chest tightens. Of all the places she could have gone she really came here? Before you can ask anything, before you can even form the question, Fi vanishes. The silence returns just as quickly as she left. Your eyes linger on the mine. On the darkness waiting below. What could possibly be here that Zelda needed? You and Link exchange a glance. Neither of you has the answer.

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Hi hi!

Big fan of your Linked Universe x reader fanfic! :D

Just asking out of curiosity, when can we expect the next chapter? Apologies if I’m bothering you.

Have a great rest of your day!

Hello hi!

Thank you 😍, and don't worry, you're not bothering me at all!

The next chapter will come out next Friday. I'm not sure now if I even let you guys know, but my posting schedule has moved to monthly chapters. I hope their length makes up for it ❤️

Hope you have a great day! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

The sun and the song

Hey guys, thought this might be funny.

As a part of my writting process I make a layout of what scenes I want in the chapter. And for the last chapter I might have been a bit over the top and thought it could be fun to show you.

So here goes.

The last bit is secret ( - ᴗ •́ )

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The sun and the song

Summary: The Fire Temple is full of monsters, lava, and puzzles. But the hardest thing waiting at the end is the feeling of being too late.

Note: Hey guys sorry for the wait. It seems I will have to move my posting schedule to once a month for this. Work has been a bitch lately, and it doesn't seem to be stopping with new responsibilities falling into my lap. And of course without a raise. But enough about that, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Additional note: FUCK YEAH, finally Tumblr Gods have allowed me to post this.

Chapter 10 – Traces of the Spirit Maiden

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The sun and the song - new chapter

Hey guys, just wanted to let you know the new chapter is done but Tumblr won't let me post. I just keep getting errors with autosaving and even saving it as a draft.

Once I figure out what the issue is, I'll post it right away.

Also, if anyone knows what could be the issue, please let me know.

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WTWWW Friday

Hey guys, until I start posting chapters of the new arc, I thought I might give you little sneak peeks, or maybe ask you guys some questions, all on the Fridays when I would have normaly posted.

Let me know if you like it or have some suggestions! <3

For today I can show you that I finally got my references, aka 5 vol. of the manga. Another 5 are on the way!

So manga acquired!

I also already have a draft of chapter 1, I literally cannot sit still. ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

So, get excited!

#WTWWW #WTWWW Friday #senku x reader #dr stone x reader

I'm so excited for the next arc of WTWWW (also kinda sad bc this is my favorite dr stone fanfic 🥲) you're doing great, keep up the good work <333

Thank you so much, this made my day <3 And don't worry, I really enjoy writing this, so I am doing my best to get everything ready as quick as I can ( - ᴗ •́ )

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