#aoc au

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Revali and his adopted daughter Aria!! This is for the AU im doing (AOC + TOTK basically)

You can’t convince me that he wouldn’t be a girl dad lmao

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Part 7: Running From the Inverted Eye (Sooga x Fem!reader)

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a/n!: hello, readers! i'm so glad I got this chapter out because summer classes have been kicking my ass. I've never taken one before and I didn't realize that they went over content so fast. but yeah. I hope you enjoy this part!

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I got the divider from: @yoriichitsugikunii 

The rest of the day was spent interrupting the work of the researchers and probing for answers about my father. Most of the researchers were happy to help us, though they didn’t know very much. 

From what I gathered, my father had been a very secretive man that didn’t share much of anything about his work. Some researchers had reported that he would bring in crates that were tightly closed. They only caught glances of monster parts before he was shooing them away. No one else knew why he was working with the remains of monsters.

After the sun dipped below the horizon and brilliant colors were thrown across the clouded sky, every word that I heard from the researchers made me feel wrong. My father clearly had been up to something that wasn’t any good. Even thinking about what my father might have been doing made me feel sick to the stomach but there was also a part of me that desperately needed to know.

By the time we were walking to the inn that was a block over, I was quiet. Apparently unnervingly so, because Kikte kept bumping his arm against my shoulder as we walked as a way to knock me out of my thoughts.

Sooga was walking a few places behind, as always, but even he seemed to know better than to throw any snide comments in my direction.

"Hey..." Kikte murmured as he bumped my arm yet again. "Just because we don't know where he is doesn't mean it's hopeless."

I shook my head lightly. "It's not that. I just think the whole thing seems off."

"His experiments and work?" Sooga interjected as he quickened his pace to walk on the other side of me. "I agree. I don't think it was sanctioned by Master Kohga. I would've heard about it."

"You don't know that," I pointed out sharply. "Clearly Master Kohga is already hiding things from you."

The crease between his eyebrows made its reappearance and he opened his mouth to probably chew me out again, but Kikte said, "Secrecy isn't a tool unknown to the Yiga Clan. Even you have to admit that, Sooga."

A loud and agitated rush of air escaped Sooga's nose as he crossed his arms over his chest. Do not get distracted. "Perhaps. But it's my duty to know the happenings of the clan."

I stifled a snort and rolled my eyes, my head following the motion. "Oh, please, Sooga. Open your eyes. Either your spies aren't reporting everything or your father is hiding stuff from you."

"She's right, Sooga." Kikte looked over my head at his brother, his shoulders rising apologetically. "A lot of things about this aren't right and a lot of it has to do with the lack of communication between you and Father."

Sooga clearly didn't know what to say to Kikte so the rest of the walk was kept in silence. It gave all of us time to think and properly process everything we had found out today.

The inn was set between a lively restaurant and a tiny general store. It had a porch built out of the building itself, with chairs and tables that many people were currently using. Many of the Castle Town inhabitants seemed keen to use the cool night air to its utmost advantage, laughing with friends and sipping drinks.

Fireflies flew out of the patches of grass that were scattered here and there, glowing in the darkness. The atmosphere was something that I had craved when I lived in the dim caves of the Hideout, but my mood seemed to sully any desire I had to enjoy it.

"I'll get the rooms," Kikte murmured before he made his way up the two steps towards the inn door.

I followed him on the steps, but stopped at the smooth railing that was colored a rich brown. I leaned my forearms against it, hanging my head between my shoulders. A relieved sigh escaped my lips I focused on the feeling of the wind rustling through my hair.

"You're regretting this, aren't you?"

Sooga hadn't followed Kikte into the inn. He chose instead to lean against the railing beside me, his hands folded together over the edge.

"I don't regret it," I said sharply. I summoned every once of fight in my body, bitterly wishing that Sooga hadn't decided to do this right now.

Sooga's head twisted towards mine as he studied the side of my face. "Are you sure about that?" His voice wasn't quite mocking, but it wasn't kind either. "You seem troubled by the truth that today has shown."

"I'm not troubled." At the sight of Sooga's disbelieving brow, I conceded. "Fine. I am troubled. I don't understand why he would work on anything related to monsters or how that would benefit himself or whatever he was working for." I paused and rubbed the skin between my brows, my eyes shutting momentarily. "But that doesn't mean I want to quit."

"What if the truth shatters every hope and idea you've had about him?"

I let out a short, exasperated exhale. "I'll figure that out later. It won't be the first time I'll been let down."

Sooga paused before asking, "who else let you down?"

"You."

The silence that followed was pregnant with tension and both Sooga and I seemed scared to talk. But I knew he would ask me to elaborate, so I beat him to it.

"I used to admire you. When we were both little. You were so much stronger than me and you seemed so important. Even when the Blademasters pitted you against me in fights, I always saw you as some kind of role model to work towards becoming." I let out a small laugh, but the sound was void of any happiness. "Then, as we grew up, you started to be cruel. Even when we were kids, you seemed willing to help me. We used to play together. But you left me behind. Allowed everyone to make fun of me and my mother."

"I never believed anything you and the rest of the clan said about my father. No one would tell me anything, almost like they didn't know anything about it themselves. I lost faith in the clan years ago. I just didn't have the courage to run away."

Sooga's fingers clenched and unclenched against themselves as he processed what I had to say. After a moment, he said rather quietly, "If I had known—"

"How could you not have known?" I interrupted. My tone was loaded with annoyance. "I didn't exactly try to hide it."

"I was focused on the important matters of the clan. I didn't have time to focus on you other than your occasional attempts at leaving the clan."

"Right." I pushed off of the railing and took a step back. "I'm not important. Never have been and never will be."

"That's not what I said," Sooga said sharply. "My father didn't exactly give me enough free time to consider your feelings."

"You wouldn't have even if you did."

"Don't—"

"Sooga." I paused and looked back at him. He was standing perfectly straight against the railing, his hands uncharacteristically at his sides. His face was emotionless, but his eyes betrayed him. When my eyes met his and faced the emotions glittering in them, I forced myself to look away and shut that part of my heart off. "I get it. I'm not asking to be a priority."

I slid the door to the inn open silently and stepped over the threshold, a weird feeling blooming in my chest. Sooga seemed conflicted; it had been evident on his face. His reaction to my words didn't match the years I spent being treated like monster guts by the rest of the members of the yiga clan.

I didn't think anything about it because I couldn't. I couldn't reconcile the idea that Sooga would have changed the way I had been treated if he could. It was too strange an idea. Too outlandish.

Kikte had already purchased a room by the time I followed him into the Inn. He sat by a window, flipping through the pages of a small book. He looked up when I approached the table, his eyebrows raised questioningly.

"What?" I slid into the seat next to his. I forced a smile to my lips as I tilted my head towards him.

He shook his head with a small smile twitching at the corners of his lips. "Nothing. Just wondering about what you guys were talking about."

"Really? And I thought you'd be at the other side of the door eavesdropping."

"Me?" He pointed an incredulous finger at his own chest, a mockingly innocent expression marking his face.

"Yes, you." A laugh escaped me as I poked at his shoulder. "We both know you must be involved in all the drama you can get."

He threw his head back and laughed, the dimples next to his lips deepening with his amusement. "Speaking of drama," He started after he recovered. "I assume you and Sooga were fighting again?"

A rush of air escaped my nose and I felt my amusement drain from me like a faucet. "We weren't...fighting. He just wanted to know if I regretted this and...and then I told him that I used to admire him."

"Used to have a crush on him, you mean?"

My neck cracked because of the speed in which my head twisted around. I bit back a wince as I stared at him. "No, no, I did not have a crush on him."

"Right." Kikte was clearly biting back a massive smile. "And the soreness in your neck agrees."

I let out a groan, burying my face in my hands. I could feel heat traveling up my neck to bloom across my cheeks. "It's not that obvious, is it?"

"Well, it was only a guess, but now I know you currently have feelings for him."

I shook my hands in front of him and could feel a nervous laugh bubbling in my chest. "I don't have feelings for him. But speaking of crushes," I changed the subject, using the same words that he had used before. "You know the researcher that we first talked to?" I bumped his arm with my pointer finger. "You should get to know her."

"Why?" Kikte tilted his head at me.

"Why? What kind of stupid question is that? She clearly liked you. And you're single."

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair with a sad chuckle. "And how do you think she's going to react to the knowledge that I am the son of the leader of the Yiga Clan?"

I stared at him with my face twisted up in disbelief. "I think she'd admire that you made the choice to leave."

"Or she would see that I involved her in the clan's business and made her a target."

I shook my head, patting Kikte's arm with my palm. "Are you making excuses because you want to be single or are you afraid of someone finding out your past?"

A crease appeared between his brows and he opened his mouth to speak, but behind me, the door to the exit of the inn opened. Sooga's form blocked out the fast fading light from the sunset. "We'll talk later," Kikte muttered under his breath.

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Kikte had managed to get the last two rooms in the very busy and popular inn. He and Sooga shared a room together while I had a room all to myself.

It was furnished with a table pressed against the corner adjacent to the door and a bed that sat under a large window. The table had a few books set on it and I picked one up and climbed onto the bed. I sat reading next to the window, watching the stars start to blink and light up the darkened sky as I read.

The silence gave me time to think about the events of the day. The sick feeling in my stomach returned as I began to think about my father's experiments. I knew I would have to face the truth soon, if not now.

On top of the knowledge that my father was doing something horrible, the idea that Kikte was so ashamed of his past that he felt unlovable made my heart hurt. I had grown to love him like a brother and I knew that most girls would not care who his father was.

Suddenly realizing that I had been looking at the words on the book's pages for minutes without actually processing them made me put the book to the side.

The fire that flickered on the night side table was slowly fading out, its flame growing weaker and weaker.

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I was tagged by @fire-fira to share a snippet of a WIP! I made a post a WHILE ago about a "what if Teba was the pilot to Divine Beast Vah Medoh during TOTK" AU, and I have been very slowly working on it the past few months (other fandoms and other irl stuff has me distracted, plus the plot keeps running away from me lol), but here's a snippet I really like! (which is probably too long to be considered a snippet, but oh well I like it a lot lol)

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Teba looks up at Vah Medoh, still perched on the top of Totori Spire in the center of Rito Village, and wonders what exactly he thinks is going to happen if this somehow works. It didn’t work for any of the others, and there’s no reason for it to work for him, but…

He’ll never know unless he tries, he supposes, and so with a deep, steeling breath, he takes off and makes his way up to Medoh.

The way the Beast is perched makes finding a suitable landing spot a tad awkward – her back, where the control unit is, is at an almost 180 degree slant. Teba could try hovering near it, he supposes, but he’s not sure if he would be able to that while also attempting to activate the terminal.

But he needn’t have worried, for as he circles her back, looking for a place to land, Vah Medoh starts up with a whir of engines. Slowly, she shifts, until her back is flat enough for Teba to land on. He’s glad he told Saki and Harth of his plan; hopefully they’ll reassure the rest of the Village, should any of them begin to panic at Vah Medoh beginning to move about again.

Touching down on the Vah Medoh of this era is odd, and yet familiar. She is covered in moss and rust, and there are the obvious scars of battles taking place upon her – the battle that this era’s Revali failed to survive, and the battle that Link only just managed to win barely a few months ago.

It is strange, to be here without Revali, Teba thinks. There is a quiet, a stillness, to Medoh here that wasn’t there in the time-that-wasn’t. Ever since she fired that devastating beam at Ganon during Link’s final fight, just two months before Teba found himself whisked away to another era, Medoh has been silent and still, no longer glowing the bright blue Teba became accustomed to seeing during his time with Revali and the others – but thankfully not glowing that awful Malice-pink, either.

But now, upon his landing, the blue lights reignite, soft and barely noticeable in the bright daylight. The control terminal lights up as well, seeming to call to Teba.

He’s seen Revali do this plenty of times – reach out to the terminal, and swiftly input commands to control the Divine Beast. But there’s more to it than just that, Teba knows; some sort of connection, soul-deep, between Beast and Champion, that allows any of this to work at all.

(“Bonding with Vah Medoh… well, it was certainly quite the experience. She has to approve of you, want to bond with you, as much as you want to with her. It’s not about control – it’s about communication. She’ll probably make you fight for it, want you to prove yourself, like I had to… but it’s worth it, I think.”)

He hesitantly begins to reach out to the control terminal, and pauses just before his wing can touch it. The stillness has turned into an air of anticipation around him – almost as if Vah Medoh herself is wondering what will happen if Teba lets his wing fall upon her and try to initiate that connection.

The others had mentioned the spirits of the Champions appearing to them on the Divine Beasts. There has been no sign of Revali thus far. Is Revali, too, waiting to see what will happen before he makes his grand appearance?

After another moment of hesitation, Teba reaches out and lays his wing upon Medoh’s cool surface.

The barrage of emotion and half-formed thoughts hits him like a Talus, and it’s all Teba can do to not buckle under the sudden and unexpected mental onslaught. (Was this what Revali meant when he said that Medoh made him fight for it, prove himself? He’d figured it would be tests of skill, not a test of his mental and emotional willpower.)

Even as Teba stands there, cowed under the weight of feelings not his own, Vah Medoh lets out a cry – one that sounds distinctly triumphant, one that feels triumphant – and the mechanisms that allow her to fly begin to whir with energy as she takes to the skies.

But Teba is barely aware of it. His head is full, too full, with this larger-than-life presence, and for a moment he fears he will break under it –

He clacks his beak defiantly. He has worked with Medoh before, in that other version of Hyrule, even if he did not bond with her as a pilot like Revali.  But he remembers that faint itch in the back of his brain, the feeling of being watched, every time Revali taught him how to input a command at Medoh’s control terminal – Medoh herself, judging him even when she was bonded firmly to Revali.

He is not a spectacle like Revali was – Revali was still so young, after all, and believed he had something to prove – but the one thing Teba shares with him is a stubborn streak a mile long.

Teba pushes back at the heavy weight of Vah Medoh in his mind, shoving his determination to do this towards her as best he can. He is the most skilled Rito archer, at least in present day – he is no Revali, he still hasn’t quite mastered Revali’s Gale (although he is improving, refusing to give up on trying to learn the skill), and Teba certainly doesn’t flaunt his skill and talent the way Revali did, but there is no denying that he has it. He’s worked with Vah Medoh before – not this version, sure, but he still knows her, how her systems operate and how she behaves, how she has her own personality –

He’s missed Medoh, in the same way he misses Revali. She doesn’t know him – cannot, because of this strange split in the timeline that has happened because of their interference in the past – but he knows her, and he doesn’t want to have to part from her again.

He thinks of saving Revali from Windblight Ganon – thinks of how he should have been there with Link to face the Blight that had plagued this version Medoh for a hundred years. Instead, he’d had to retreat because of his injured leg – Teba may push himself hard, but he knows not to go that far past his limits. But he holds no ill will towards Medoh for shooting him – from what he understands, she’d had little control over her own systems when infected by Ganon, and he can’t fault her for that.

Slowly, the weight in his mind becomes bearable. He can parse out feelings from the jumbled mess of Medoh’s presence – loneliness, wanting, stubbornness, curiosity, longing –

Something clicks into place. Teba lets out a ragged breath, and slowly becomes aware of his body again. The wing he’d laid upon Medoh’s control terminal is now gripping it tightly, supporting him during that mental onslaught. He breathes again – more of a sigh, really – and relaxes his wing.

Vah Medoh lights up in a brilliant blue, and the terminal in front of him comes alive. She sings victoriously, the piercing sound carrying through the snow-covered mountains of Hebra, and Teba can’t help but let out a laugh as he guides her back towards Rito Village.

“Hello again, Medoh,” he sighs. “I know you don’t know me, but I’ve missed you.”

Medoh rumbles beneath him, and there is a shared feeling of content that lingers in the back of his mind. This is right. He’d barely known Medoh, really, but her presence soothes an ache that hasn’t left since returning from the time-that-wasn’t.

There’s silence as Medoh flies, circling back over Rito Village, but this silence is peaceful, easy, rather than unsettling and off as it was before. He wonders what the others in the village must think – he should probably go down and reassure everyone that everything is fine, and explain what he’s managed to accomplish.

His thoughts are interrupted by a voice he thought he’d never hear again.

“Well, well… I’m impressed. Not many can tame Vah Medoh, you know.”

Teba tries not to let his feathers fluff up in surprise, for even as he whirls around he knows it won’t be the same –

It’s like seeing a ghost, but, well, he literally is, in this timeline, here and now. The Revali that has appeared before him is faintly see-through, and has a green-blue tint to what should be iridescent navy feathers. The little ghost-fires that flicker around his frame only confirm what Teba already knows – this isn’t his Revali, the Revali of the time-that-wasn’t. This Revali fought alone one hundred years ago, and this Revali died because of it.

Still – still. “Re- Master Revali,” Teba says, and he hopes his voice doesn’t break the way his heart has.

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challenging any of my mutuals and followers who want to to share snippets of their WIPs too! I'm trying to think of who I can actually tag - maybe @sinvulkt and @trickstress333, if you want? :)

[aldrendaux]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: "The Hero of Time, out of his proper time and place, is ready to do nothing but rest and relax until the end of existence now that Ganon is confirmed dead. But, when Purah lets it slip that one of her old experiments might be responsible for causing a time fracture, it's time to take up arms and travel back to the source to fix it.

THIS is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, or a whimper. But a fourteen-year-old screaming profanities in a dead language while he takes on an army."

[deiliamedlini]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Zelda fixes Terrako, and Link learns a little more about her.

[kora-kat]

(Age of Calamity spoilers)

I wanna write a linked universe fic for Age of Calamity, but I don't think I have time, so here is the jist of the idea if anyone wants to pick it up

The chain meets the hero of calamity before the war has begun- Link is like 15 or 13 and just found out he is the hero, not sure how to feel about that. He has no title yet, so they call him the Little Knight

The Chain gets to know the little guy and they travel together for a while. However, one day Knight just vanishes with no explanation. Time thinks Hylia sent him back to finish his quest.

Few weeks pass and eventually things go back to normal (as normal as world jumping can be). Then a portal opens up, but uh oh monsters attack and the group end up not going through the portal together and get separated.

Time, Twilight, Sky, and Legend land in the post-apocalyptic vast wilderness of Breath of the Wild. They hear tales about the Fallen hero who was slain by the Calamity and they are horrified thinking Knight is dead.

Eventually, they do end up finding Wild (he finds them). They find he is scarred, traumatized and has no memory of them. While he is still the dorky chaotic kid they knew, he now anxious and full of guilt.

Meanwhile, Warriors, Wind, Hyrule, and Four are dropped into Age of Calamity where they end up being arrested. Luckily Knight remembers them and bails them out.

Knight in this timeline still has his shares of trauma and issues. He is still a big goof and is has feral energy (he willingly eats Hyrule's cooking), but is much more stressed and anxious. He doesn't talk anymore due to anxiety and doesn't know what to do with himself outside of being a knight and hero. He is good at hiding his insecurities though.

The portals open again and the groups are reunited, both preparing to announce that Knight is back!

But now there are two Knights....

They call them Wild and Champion after their titles

Wild and Champ don't really get along well at first. Not due to disliking each other, but because wjat the other one represents.

Champion is all that Wild failed at. He defeated Calamity without his friends died and never left Hyrule defenseless for 100 years. He won and saved the princess.

Wild is a reminder to Champion of what could have happened. Champ is well aware that if it weren't for the Dias ex machina of Terrako that he would have failed and died. Even with the help of the egg, he couldn't do it alone and had to have help from Wild's timeline!

Eventually the heros talk and figure things out. The Chain dubs them the Feral Twins and have to deal with their antics

Some headcannon differences between Wild and Campion

Wild uses a bow and Champ a sword

Champ is a huge Simp but Wild is an oblivious nightmare

Wild talks occasionally but has one hell of a pokerface, Champion doesn't talk but is very expressive

Champ's hair is at cannon length since he is in the military, Wild hasn't cut it since waking up and refuses to ever since

Wild has latched onto Twilight, Champ on Warriors

Wild's Zelda is Flora, Champ's is Scholar

[kuraihana-21]

After opening up and accepting appreciation I started liking my hair more. Thanks to my husband I learned to love myself and to appreciate myself and not to care what others think. Necessarily, you would never need a man to tell you that you look beautiful, but sometimes we all need that someone to push us to accept ourselves to deeply care for ourselves. And who might that be you might ask? Well duh 🙄 my husband was the one who helped me, but not only him I helped myself as well...

[yiga-link]

Chapter 3/Scenario 3

I fell back to my memories.

I looked up at the masked figure before me. "Hmmmm. You don't seem so tough"

I stomped on his foot as hard as my 8 year old body could.

"YOUCH! What's wrong with you?! I thought you wanted to join the clan for crying out loud, not hurt the top banana!"

I just replied, "That's for killing my dad."

Master Khoga sighed, "Kid, you're dad and the royal family kinda screwed you over by being there. Isn't that like..." He scratched the back of his head and paced back and forth, trying to think of a good analogy. "Like if a bossy monkey was eating a bundle of bananas and gave its bodyguard who was also a monkey only one banana, but the bodyguard monkey had a kid monkey who only got the brown part of the single banana!"

"What?" I asked gobsmacked. Even at this age I could tell this was a bad analogy.

"YEAH!" Khoga continued like I understood. "And we come along and try to give the baby monkey and the bodyguard monkey all the bananas by killing the bossy monkey. But the bodyguard monkey starts attacking us. What are we supposed to do? Let it kill us to death?"

I thought about this for a minute. "I guess protect yourself?"

"Exactly, baby monkey- I mean, whatever your name was. But we'd need to kill it before it kills us. And now we take care of the baby monkey and share and equal portion of bananas!"

I looked down and replied "but dad said-"

Khoga grabbed my shoulders and shook me. "Listen kid! You're a warrior in your own right from what Mitsuki told me. I want you to show me what ya got! You could be a big asset to the Yiga Clan. Nowhere close to me, though. But, you could make a fine footsoldier. Maybe even a blademaster."

I took a deep breath before releasing it with a nod nodded. That day forward I was trained and taught by different members of the clan as if I was one of the kids born into the Yiga Clan.

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I walked out to the chamber room of the hideout with a banana in hand. I peeled it, lifted my mask enough for just my mouth to show, and took a bite. As I overlooked the circle of torches around the room. It looked like yet another boring of guarding a hideout that would never be found by the Gerudo.

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