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LoZ Femslash Week Day 1: Experiences - First Kiss (Hyrule Warriors, Lana x Linkle)

Waking up together, Linkle teaches Lana how to plait her hair. Through a happy accident, they finally have the moment they've both been waiting for. Written for @loz-femslash-week :3. for a more in depth summary, or your preferred reading place, ao3 here. Wordcount: 1443

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“How do you do that?”

Lana didn’t realise Linkle was such an early riser. It makes sense, she supposes, that she wakes with the cuccos – it just hadn’t quite hit Lana just how early that was until Linkle is leaving the bed before the sun has fully poked in through between the curtains. Lana did not make an attempt to follow once the information had filtered into her mind enough to keep her from falling back to sleep. Instead, she watched as Linkle shuffled out of the house in a pair of slippers with a bag of feed, returning much more awake looking and the cuccos outside quieter. She then sat at her vanity and began unplaiting and replaiting her hair. It isn’t until Lana speaks up that she finally notices the other is awake.

“Hm?” Linkle looks back at her, hair tie caught between her lips. One plait is done, the other loose, stray strands of hair sticking up on that side of her head where she hasn't smoothed it back down yet. It’s cute.

“The plaits,” Lana clarifies, “I don’t… know how to do it.”

“Oh!” Linkle drops the tie into her lap, tilting her head to the side. “You don't? You usually have one in your hair, though?”

Lana blushes, looking away. “I, um, use magic…” Despite being, well, herself for a few years now, Lana is still relying on magic for so much. She doesn't know how to do her hair, and she summoned her clothes when she first became her – she’s been too nervous to go to a tailor for anything proper, and instead just wears the exact same thing every day. It stays clean, at least. The pyjamas she has on right now were a gift from Cia, when she saw how she just slept in her shorts and nothing else. There’s very little to Lana, even after so much time, and she’s a bit ashamed of it.

But Linkle always makes her feel so nice.

“I can teach you! C’mere,” Linkle hops out of her chair, patting the back rest and looking at Lana expectantly. She hesitates for a single moment, before slipping out of bed and approaching.

Linkle grabs her hairbrush once Lana is sat down in the chair. Gently, she gathers Lana’s hair in one palm, and begins pulling the brush through it. Lana tries to keep her head perfectly still, her shoulders held down firmly and resisting scooting up as the hairs tickle at the back of her neck. She cannot stop the blush rising to her cheeks, or hide it from Linkle if she ever looks up.

“I’ll do it for you first, but then I can show you how to part your hair for a simple low plait down your back. Then, you can practice on your own! Though probably a small one at the side of your face, or doing the big one over your shoulder, would probably be easiest if you don't want to do something somewhere you can't see at first.”

The brush running through Lana’s hair makes a soft noise, and the feeling of it against her scalp soothes Lana so much she almost misses what Linkle is saying. Her hands in her hair, her presence at her back, watching her work in the mirror – Lana feels entirely enveloped by Linkle’s care for her.

They’ve been dating a few months now – meeting up in between Lana’s duties and Linkle’s questing. Sometimes their dates are Lana joining Linkle on her adventures, learning how to make a fire and cook over it, leaping across streams and climbing hills together. Other times they just spend an evening indoors together, talking about nothing and everything, curling up in bed side by side in their pyjamas. Either Linkle shows Lana the world, or Linkle becomes Lana’s world. Lana doesn't know what to do with it – all the care she is being given so soon. All of the overwhelming love she feels. Especially now, as Linkle separates her hair into three even sections and begins weaving them together slowly, letting Lana take in the movement of her hands and how she holds each piece.

With Linkle, Lana feels at peace.

“Is there a hair tie on my desk?” Linkle looks over Lana’s head, and Lana follows her eyes from the mirror, searching for one. Looking amongst the braided cords of her necklaces and bracelets – one in particular matches the blue gem she always wears around her neck – comes up empty, and moving over a small hand carved statuette of a cucco yields nothing either. Then she spots something poking out from behind an old frame of a photo of a young woman that looks like Linkle.

“That’s a very pretty lady,” Lana comments as she passes the hair tie back. Linkle pauses for a moment, before smiling.

“That’s my grandma. She taught me how to braid my hair actually, when I was a kid.” Lana watches her eyes wander the ceiling from the mirror, “It took me so long to get the hang of doing anything besides the front bits of my hair, and back then I had hair longer than yours, so she’d still do it most of the time I was learning. I’d fidget and fiddle, sitting on the floor in front of her, but she never complained. And she always finished it off with a little kiss, just like—”

Linkle leans down, breath caught in Lana’s throat as Linkle’s lips are pressed firmly to the top of her head—

“—That! And I’d run right off to get messy playing in the village.”

Linkle’s face is bright with a smile when she leans back and ties off Lana’s plait. All Lana can do is sit wide eyed in the chair, staring at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks darken, shoulders tense and chest unbreathing, heart pounding so loud in her ears. Then Linkle makes eye contact in the mirror and for one more moment remains innocent.

“...Goddesses, I didn’t mean to do that!” Linkle covers her face, her shoulders curling up into her ears.

“It's okay! I don't mind it!” Lana turns her head so quickly her plait smacks her in the chin, but she pays it no mind amongst the feeling of her heart still trying to evict itself from her ribcage.

“You… don’t?” Linkle slowly peeks out from between her fingers. There’s hope in her eyes, and Lana clings to it. Maybe…

In all of the months of them spending time together, they have not shared a single kiss. Held hands a few times, snuggled for warmth or just comfort in tents and inn beds and Linkle’s own, but nothing more. Lana wanted to do this – the two of them – properly. Wanted to do right by Linkle, without her desires twisting what they could have into what her lonely heart wanted, and to her that meant not trusting any of it. She let Linkle take every hesitant leap, let herself be held gently when Linkle offered yet not a moment before, and never asked for anything further. She’s wanted to, of course she’s wanted to – but fear kept her docile.

Now, there's an opportunity in front of her. Perhaps… she could be brave. Since Linkle looks so pretty when she's blushing.

“I… don’t. I wouldn’t mind any kiss, I don’t think.” She can’t look at Linkle as she says it, heart now solidly in her throat. It feels like her words hang in the air, dense and threatening to come crashing back down—

She hears Linkle take a deep breath. When Lana looks back up she cannot stifle her giggle. Linkle has leaned down to be eye to eye with Lana, but her eyes are scrunched closed, lips pressed outwards to a pucker. She’s still bright red. It’s so adorable.

She leans forward and presses her lips gently to Linkle’s. It’s awkward, and short, but it’s perfect all the same. Gentle and earnest and everything that Linkle is.

Lana pulls back slowly. Linkle keeps her eyes closed for several seconds – Lana watches her face relax as she finally exhales the breath she was holding, eyebrows unpinching and lips returning to resting. And then, into the biggest smile Lana has ever seen.

“Lanaaaaaa!” Linkle squeals. She immediately launches herself over Lana’s shoulders into a tight hug. Lana embraces her just as tight back – ignoring how the chair back between them digs into her chest, or how they all tilt dangerously close to toppling from the force Linkle hits her with. None of that matters – she just kissed Linkle.

Lana’s glad she waited. She’s glad she was brave this time, too.

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