Do you have any fics that feature Hyrule’s Impa in any capacity?
Prince, Hero, or Nothing by Teething_Possum (orphan_account)
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Landing in Hyrule’s Hyrule can be interesting, especially when one is a ‘Prince’.
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Do you have any fics that feature Hyrule’s Impa in any capacity?
Prince, Hero, or Nothing by Teething_Possum (orphan_account)
Summary:
Landing in Hyrule’s Hyrule can be interesting, especially when one is a ‘Prince’.
I saw “open asks for new AU” and I’m pouncing on it, because I’m very concerned about Artemis.
Is she okay? What does her kingdom look like right now? Did she agree to Lana sending everyone home? And maybe most pressingly, how ticked off is she right now?
I’m also worried about Lana, but that might breach spoiler territory… XD
Artemis is okay! Technically. Physically, anyway. Emotionally … she’s great at faking it for the good of her people. She’s dealing with a LOT of folks from all positions of power who think her Hero made the right choice in surrendering himself, so she has to smile and nod while she wants to explode. Otherwise, she could lose her throne and her ability to influence Hyrule for good. She did approve of Lana sending everyone home once it became clear a rescue wouldn’t be happening anytime soon. It seemed cruel to keep everyone from their own loved ones when Link sacrificed himself so they could all have peace.
For better or worse, Warriors’s Hyrule is thriving without him there. The economy’s had an amazing recovery now that trade routes are open. Plenty of jobs and work to go around. Illness and mortality rates have plummeted, and healthy plants have started growing on most of the old battlefields. Even the people who wish the Hero hadn’t surrendered for his own sake acknowledge that the end of the war was a good thing.
In reality, the land’s return and prosperity is Hylia and the Golden Three grieving and doing whatever they can to make up for the massive hole in Hyrule without Warriors. They can’t do anything directly to help Wars because of Cia’s magically binding promise, and their efforts have drained all four of them more than they’re comfortable with when they interfere with mortals. But they believe it’s the least they can do to honor their beloved Hero’s sacrifice for his friends. Problem is, most of the Kingdom takes the gifts as signs that the Hero did what he was supposed to do. If he ever returned or broke out of Cia’s promise, there would be a LOT of issues with his people, and Artemis knows that.
Not that that will stop her from trying to find a way to save him. But it’s been years, and she’s no closer to a solution. She can’t even track where Cia’s manor is, let alone figure out how to rescue Warriors from the magic keeping him bound. Artemis thinks she would have gone crazy by now if she didn’t have Impa to confide her true feelings in. Impa is just as furious and had to retire from being a general because she couldn’t keep her aggression in check. Now, she serves as an advisor/mean noble bouncer/unofficial mother figure to Artemis.
As for Lana, there’s actually a lot I can reveal about her! She and Cia are halves of the same whole, which means Warriors’s terms of surrender are binding on Lana, too. In other words, Lana can never return to Warriors’s Hyrule as long as the magic is in place. The fighters from other eras actually had to cross the Hyrulean border for her to make portals to their homes because she can’t go over the border, herself.
Unfortunately for Lana, Cia took control of the place they lived back when they were one person. So Lana’s been drifting from one era to another, half tourist, half vagabond with nowhere to call home. Cia’s put wards around her manor to keep Lana out—Lana can’t even check on Warriors or plead with Cia to let him go/treat him better. Cia also slipped a few “extra” stipulations into Warriors’s surrender that keeps Lana from directly helping Warriors or anyone trying to rescue him. After all these years, though, Lana thinks she might have found a loophole. It’s risky, and it could get her, Warriors, and others killed. But … it might just work.
A Crown Amidst Courage - Chapter 7
https://archiveofourown.org/works/60740275/chapters/160877116
Ao3 is back online! (sort of, I know my link is funny, but I'll fix it when I can)
Here's that chapter I was raving about having finished! I hope you all enjoy!
Hyrule just knew this was going to be a tedious call. So he smirked at Mo. “Glad this is your call.”
Mo grumbled, his eyebrows pressed flat just above his eyes in complete exasperation. Hyrule bit his tongue to stop himself from laughing - he was pretty sure Mo would make him walk back to the station if he burst out into giggles at this point.
Sighing heavily, Mo stepped out of the truck first as Impa spoke to the patient. Hyrule followed suit, taking in the scene. The patient in question was a man in his early twenties, with hair slicked so heavily with gel that Hyrule could probably make it into any shape he wanted. His small ears had gauges that were definitely too large for them, with small glassy eyes hidden under heavy black brows. The man was pacing in front of Impa, his tank top too tight for his chest, the smell of alcohol wafting so heavily in the air Hyrule was getting drunk off the fumes.
“Hey,” Impa greeted dully. “Drunk in public, fell and hurt his wrist. I can take him in, but he might need that wrist checked out, he won’t shut up about it.”
Mo walked over to the patient, towering over him. “Hey, buddy. What happened?”
The man hiccuped, slapping the back of his hand against Mo’s chest. Hyrule yet again held back another laugh, but it was barely contained, coming out as a squeak followed by a snort. Mo stared at the man as he went on a tirade.
“Well, my girl and I were fighting, and I decided to take a walk to cool down, you know?” The man explained. “You know, to be a good person and all. ‘Cause chicks can get a little crazy, and I was gettin’ upset and that’s jus’ not nice.”
“What happened to your wrist?” Mo clarified, voice growing heavier. Hyrule bit the the inside of his cheek.
“Well, I decid’d t’ take a walk,” the man went on, “And I saw this rock and just—” the man growled and jumped, making Impa, Mo, and Hyrule all startle a hair, before he blew his hand across the air with a whistle. “Saw a rock and kicked it.”
“Your wrist,” Mo grated out. “What happened. To your wrist.”
“Right, right, sorry, man,” the patient slurred onward, patting Mo’s chest again. “I kicked the rock and watched it, didn’t see where was goin’ ‘n’ fell. Caught myself with my wrist. Hand. You know?”
“You wanna get checked out at the hospital?” Mo asked.
“I mean,” the man swayed, shrugging in what looked like an attempt to play it off and be cool. Hyrule leaned against the ambulance, catching Mo’s impatient energy as it was three in the morning, but he also wanted to see this play out. “I d’nno if tha’s—i’s probably fine. I’m fine, man, don’t worry.”
“Perfect, then you’re going with me to jail once they evaluate you,” Impa chimed in easily.
The man blinked a couple times, registering her words, and then shifted his weight between his feet. “Well. I mean. It does hurt a bit.”
Mo took a steadying breath. “Let’s get in the truck.”
As Hyrule watched his partner lead the dazed drunkard by, he exchanged a look with Impa. She wasn’t nearly as amused as he was. He shrugged somewhat apologetically. “Well, saves you an arrest.”
“Wastes your time, though,” she retorted, crossing her arms.
“Wastes Mo’s time,” Hyrule corrected. He finally got a smile out of her with that.
Mo got the patient settled on the bench seat and took some baseline vital signs, all of which were normal aside from a slightly elevated heart rate. He gave Hyrule a thumbs up, and the medic hopped in the driver’s seat up front. As he started to accelerate down the road, he tuned in to the conversation happening in the back.
“Dude, you’re like—jacked,” the patient commented. Hyrule nearly drove off the road from laughing so hard.
Mo sighed heavily. “How badly does your wrist hurt? Can you move your hand?”
“Oh yeah, for sure for sure,” the patient replied. Hyrule heard nothing for a moment and then the patient yelled. “Ok dude, maybe not maybe not!”
“All right, just rest your hand and take it easy,” Mo advised, leaning over to emphasize his point.
“Bro, I’m so glad you’re here ‘cause like this is serious,” the patient commented.
Hyrule was not going to survive this ride. He was going to be absolutely insufferable on the way back.
When they finally dropped off the patient to an even more exasperated looking Legend, the pair plopped in the truck and were silent for a moment.
“Dude,” Hyrule said seriously. “I am so glad you were there. He could’ve died.”
“Link, I swear to G—”
Which character would you like to see next?
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Malon
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Aryll
Midna
Hilda
Impa (specify in the tags which one exactly)
Ralph
Ballad and Myth (and Legend)
Eclipse AU(Tldr at bottom of post_
So I made a modern-sort of percy jackson inspired AU for Linked Universe, I think it's fun to write! I hope other people enjoy it. Here's my weird rough summary. Willing to answer any and all questions!
The Chain are lost in time, trapped in an unending cycle of life and death. A familiar tale to the hero's spirit. In their last confrontation with the incarnations of demise, and the demons he commanded--the whole of reality went asunder, and the power of the gods shattered entirely.
After that confrontation--the nine embodiments of the hero’s spirit suffered the same fate as their homeland--their souls washed away in caskets of golden tears and failed promises.
Hyrule was wiped away, wiped from the face of history and beyond. The goddesses had to begin their creation anew, without the baggage of those that caused it’s destruction in the first place.
Earth, modern earth, was created in it’s place--with a few key changes.
For all their efforts--the remains of their first creation leaked through, infecting the history of our earth like vile rot. The monsters were the first to make the breach, their combined hatred and inhuman will to survive holding their corrupted essences together through the transition.
There are stories of these creatures, often disregarded as exaggerated hyperbole by historians, or metaphors for natural disasters.
They were not.
The Queen Gohma haunts the jungles of South America, legends of her urchin-like young making victims of unfortunate wanderers; sustaining her immortal lifespan in the depths of her hollowed tree.
Argorok terrorized the skies of medieval Europe, casting plumes of fire on the feudal armies that tried opposing it’s oppressive reign; her accompanying packs of gleeoks hunting ancient sailors in the atlantic.
And there were many, so many more monsters that endured the chaotic folding of time and space, the near-annihilation of any sense of self--as the mind and soul were put to battle against the last, drawn out gasps of their dying universe. The destruction was biblical, the return of gods seen only in legend--it’s a wonder that anything survived that cataclysm.
The chain suffered a similar fate--at first--their existence and histories torn apart atom by atom, their souls stretched paperthin as thought and reality blended together during the collapse of stars.
But they endured.
They tumbled through the new cosmos, the echoes of their shared spirit melding into the foundation of the universe--as immovable as gravity. When humanity came to prominence; the chain were there to follow. They were reborn, stripped of their memories, into a thousand different societies, and countless eras.
At times of crises and devastation; their nine courageous souls were reborn across the earth, their courage burning brighter than it had been before. They were prepared for the changing world, their skills old and new continuing with each reset.
There are some echoes of continuity, however, rules that their spirit must follow.
Twilight is related to time in some way, and they’re the two who meet again the most.
Wind is always born in sea-faring communities, whether that be in the literal age of pirates, or as an early tribesmen at the dawn of civilization--rediscovering his aptitude for sailing.
And as the chain have been reborn, so too have many of Hyrule’s legends, their essences bleeding forth onto our realm. The memory of that primeval history scars our world, and fragments of every era hides under the bustling, nation-states of our modern age.
Some more aware than others.
Those with the blood of Hylia returned, bringing the memory of their goddess with them--thought to be eradicated. They possess no royal heritage, living as normal citizens, the zeldas being born nearby their links.
The sheikah bounced back quickly, as Impa(SS) managed to come out of the transition with her memories intact--assembling her fractured tribe during the stone ages.
TLDR: Modern AU that’s sort of percy jackson in how Hyrule seeps over. Ancient things hidden in modern times, with the chain reborn worldwide.
writing prompt for you: board game night double date (ft impa and zelda????)
This was such a cute idea! I love Zelda and Impa as a pair (either romantically or just really close platonically). They're definitely besties with Warthorne!
(If you read this and would like to request a short snippet, see this post!)
“Ha! Back to start!” Link groaned as Zelda pointed at him, smirking. He moved his piece back to his starting row. There was still one piece there. At least he had one piece in the finish zone, but he was definitely losing. Who knew that Trouble could get so competitive? “Aw, Link, don’t look so sad. You’re still in the game!” Rowan was grinning at him. His cheeks were slightly pink, his eyes just a bit glassy. He clutched a drink in one hand. It was a nice sentiment. Except it really wasn’t. “You put one of my pieces back to start last turn.” Rowan looked puzzled for a moment. “I did?” Link rolled his eyes, but then nudged Rowan in the side. “It’s your turn.” Rowan slammed his hand on the dome in the center of the game board with a little too much enthusiasm. If it weren’t for the fact that the pegs fit in slots, they would surely have flown off the board by now. Zelda was giggling at something Impa was whispering to her. She was practically on Impa’s lap. Link gave her another half a drink before she made it that far. Impa kissed Zelda on the cheek before pulling away to take her turn. She pressed the popper much more delicately, as if she could influence her roll. Impa already had three pegs in her finish zone, but her last one had only left the start on her last turn. She and Rowan had been arguing back and forth about who was leading — he had two pegs in the finish, but his remaining two were already halfway around the board. Impa seemed convinced that there was some strategy to the game. Zelda didn’t agree. “It’s almost all chance.” When it was Link’s turn, he leaned forward to roll, but before he could, Rowan reached out and laid a hand on Link’s cheek. When Link turned towards him, Rowan put his other hand on the back of Link’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Rowan’s lips were warm against his, and Link could taste the alcohol on his breath. He buried a hand in Rowan’s hair and closed his eyes. After a few moments, Rowan pulled away just enough to whisper “for luck” against Link’s lips.
The Chain as Procrastinators
Part 1
Time procrastinates without remorse or regret.
He wouldn’t do it because he’s anxious about an upcoming task or feels overwhelmed since he stopped giving a shit about one ‘song of time’ ago. No it would rather be to just annoy whoever expected him to get it done. Small tasks like chores aren’t worth being petty over, besides he’d never be a bastard to his wife and the people he cares about. However, if say Zelda asked him to do something he didn’t want to do (like rather than attack a monster camp setting up near a village it would be escorting some goods or collecting something) he’d wait until the last possible second to do it.
Malon: There’s a royal carriage pulled up outside.
Time: [getting up from the sofa] She sent a messenger this time?!
Malon: Why don’t you just get it over with? It’ll take less than a day.
Time: [grabbing a piece of paper and pencil] That’s less than a day too long.
Time: Give this to whoever comes to the door; I wouldn’t bother speaking to them.
Malon: [takes the paper slip and watches him dash into the washroom with a smile, shaking her head slightly]
I get the feeling he still does things when he feels like it, even in his 30s, and isn’t ashamed at all.
Warriors procrastinates because of sometimes feeling the need for the piece of work to be perfect and that discourages him.
He is for the most part very put together. He organises training exercises, armour and weapon maintenance and unit expeditions efficiently. That being said, they’ll be those kinds of paperwork that he can’t bring himself to do and I think it’ll be somewhat of a perfectionist thing.
Since protocol means all his reports have to have a certain amount of detail and be of high quality, especially if the General or Princess will be reading it. Perhaps things like risk assessments or particularly long and eventful expeditions that call for meticulous records put him off doing the task, and do things like take longer to run drills. And he’s the sort who’d rather take on all the work, rather than delegate it.
Impa: [knocking on the door as she enters] Are those reports finished?
Warriors: [emerging from a pile of loose papers] What are you talking about? I requested an extension.
Impa: I didn’t receive a formal request from you.
Warriors: Oh. I was busy so I left it on your desk.
Impa: You mean that unsigned sheet of paper with ‘Need more time’ scribbled on it...?
Warriors: [rubbing his eyes] Is my request denied?
Impa: No, granted. And get some sleep Link.
On the flipside, for other types of paperwork he doesn’t mind, he’ll use that duty as an excuse to not do basic chores. He can never seem to settle down for even half an hour of dusting and sweeping when there are more important things he could be doing, like training.
Twilight procrastinates if he doesn’t feel he can do the task well.
He works to help develop Hyrule with the Resistance. It’s a duty I’m sure he’s passionate about and enjoys, but there’ll be some parts about it that he’s less fond of. There are probably meetings where everyone has to share things that could be improved about Hyrule- anything from infrastructure, to transport, to the army, anything really- and how to go about doing that.
He wouldn’t be a fan of those tasks since he’s not as knowledgeable and therefore helpful as say Shad and Ashei, who know more and have more varied experiences. And anyway, why do all that sitting around and thinking when he could be out helping on the ranch or running errands around Ordon?
Since he still get mail from the postman, throughout LU he’d probably still have those duties and put it off by being extra helpful around camp or asking Warriors for one more sparring round.
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