Dawn of the Fourth Day????? Call me intrigued!
*rubs hands together* I brainrot about this one so much.
SO Dawn of the Fourth Day is a roleplay I have with @aheavenscorner BUT we're planning to turn it into a fic! It currently stands at 43k words and we're 3/4ths into the plot.
The premise is a post majoras mask reunion. Link returns to Hyrule after 3 years and Zelda welcomes him with the biggest hug ever cause she's missed him so much (she also does remember the events of the other timeline) The whole story arcs withing 2 years with them being together again, becoming a couple and dealing with a nusiance that is Zelda's aunt and an arrogant suitor potential from her father.
Its so ram packed with fluff and hurt/comfort (and some angst drabbled in) but mainly fluff.
Sharing two snippets because I can
I will do anything to prove that my love is stronger than my family's failed ways. The hero felt a burning sensation in his chest, similarly to when his princess had intertwined her fingers through his hair and nearly kissed him. His gaze flitted down to her lips, just like it had for the past week- only this time he leaned to meet them with his own. It soft with a lingering affection, but the lightning in his veins still roared. As he pulled away, though not far, he looked into Zelda's eyes with a newfound life within his own. "You already have, darling." She was unique, no one in her family was like his Zelda. And he wouldn't have it any other way. ___
If Zelda’s heart could beat any harder, she was convinced it would jump out of her chest. The light was dim, but she was wise and very much not blind — she knew exactly where Link’s gaze had travelled to, for hers had done very much the same. There was a lingering anticipation in the air between them, a breath held in both of their lungs. For all that mattered, time was frozen, and neither would notice if it were not. She met his lips halfway.
And
"I'm sorry, Link, I—" a sob cut her short, and she crushed him even further. She only remembered crying this hard once. In another life, in which she would be alone forever, she'd cried until her body gave out, with no one to comfort her — she had just sent away the one who could. "How is this not my fault?" Her voice lowered to barely a whisper. "I sent you back in time, and it haunts me every day. I took you to the forest and despite all of that, I—" she sniffed. "I don't think I could let you go ever again. I'm sorry. 'Im sorry." Please, she begged in silence. Never leave again. ---- Link could feel her body tremble in his arms as she cried. He held her close, his arms wrapping her like a blanket of reassurance, a reminder that he was here with her. "You have nothing to apologize, Zel." She had done no wrong, none of it was her fault; not the war, nor Ganondorf achieving the Triforce, nor the injuries he held, and not even the decision of sending him back. He didn't blame her for any of it.