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The Diary of Revali, Rito Legend

This is actually part 2 of a two part series, i haven't written part one yet which is why this is being posted first and also for paws. Speaking of, happy paws! I told myself we were going to have one today because of kinkmas going up but i found this in my drafts and couldn't help myself! it's revlink fluff so enjoy!

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"This is not the Link I fell in love with, but a new one entirely. It is a change yet, nevertheless, one I enjoy. One that, in spite of a world drowning in post apocalyptic bitterness, offers an ember of hope.

Yes, a new Link indeed. And I find it quite exciting, to be falling in love with him all over again."

Link's eyes widened. Quickly-- as if running from the words and their implications -- he turned the page. On it was more ramble about leading the archery camp near the Fletching Village, but he was more focused on the folded parchment on it. Stamped with a wax seal.

Curious, he pulled a dagger from his hip and popped the seal off hole, unfolding the paper.

"Dearest Link," it tried to start. Link's brow furrowed. An unsent letter? It scratched through and started again next to it. "Link," struck through again, and the letter finally started off with "Dear Cretin," he chuckled.

"Ever since I met you, around 105 years ago, I knew there's was something...Off about how I felt around you. I had, quite erroneously, confused these feelings for anger and discomfort-- it didn't help that you were a disrespectful halfwit --which led to our more than standoffish relationship. I can admit that, most of it was likely my fault. " Link snickered, beginning to pace as he read.

"I am not ignorant enough to admit to you of all people a lack of intelligence, but I am altogether too sensible of my defects to admit that I am without error. And still our shoddy bridge between us was constructed, despite distaste and cultural difference, which stands as a testament. We don't exactly have matching parts, we don't fit together perfectly like either of us would with another of our species.

And yet, throughout these differences, at every turn, I've chosen you over rito suitors. I'm beginning to think that might have been my biggest error. I am not a fool, and I am not a coward, and yet for some reason I feel the adolescent need to prove myself to you. To win your hand. I have for over a century, and before the calamity struck, and killed us both, I had never quite found the words that would accurately convey my feelings for you.

Not as friend, nor an enemy. Not as an ally, nor a companion, nor an acquaintance.

But as a lover.

Love, as with all emotions, are not easy for me to admit. I'm still in the process of getting acclimated to being open, to the knowledge of my ability to trust, and share. To "put myself out there" as you said. And yet, I suppose I am a coward. For not flying to you with baby's breath and nightingale, for not pressing my forehead to yours and wishing you to court me. For, instead, writing my feelings into a letter. Perhaps this is traditional for you?

I realize now, that my vocabulary might be too diverse, and that maybe I thickened this letter quite a bit with one too many trisyllabic adjectives, for you to fully grasp what I'm saying here.

So-- pardon me for being so blunt --but I'm in love with you, Link.

Deeply, fully, intrinsically, in love with you. Invested, inputting my whole heart and soul into knowing you, and the mere thought that I may one day hold you." Link forced himself to stop, folding the letter shut. There was more, a final paragraph and a sign off. But Link didn't think he could stomach it.

Jumping at the sound of talons on varnished wood, Link folded the letter and slid it into his bag. Placing Revali's journal back in it's drawer. The curtain acting as a door to his roost opened, and Revali stepped in with one hand on his hip.

"We missed you at practice today." He smirked, moving out of the way so a tiny, yellow, rito could run through the door.

"Papa!" He shouted, fluttering up on a gust of wind to land himself in Link's arms.

"Hello my little chickadee! I'm sorry I didn't get to practice with you and Daddy today, but I had to pack up our stuff. Are you ready for our vacation?"

"Yay! Beach!"

Link hefted their son onto his hip, walking over to Revali with a smile.

"Speaking of which," he gave him a small kiss on the red mark on his cheek. "I found your old journal." Revali groaned, rolling his eyes.

"I haven't seen that thing in years." Link smiled.

"Well, I found something interesting." Revali raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really?"

"Yep, you were planning on confessing to me with a letter?" Revali laughed, smiling awkwardly.

"Well, if you hadn't confessed to me first."

Link smiled, patting the soft feathers on his cheek.

"Well, it was sweet."

"You read it?"

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Sweet fluff for the Holiday Season ❄️☃️, hope you enjoyed it ¡Feliz Navidad!

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Tale As Old as Time Ch.1

ao3

the beauty and the beast ganlink au. wrote three and a half chapters, here's one of them. the other chapters are gonna be longer btw! anyway, enjoy!

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A voice called to him from the woods. 

Link could hear it, a whisper in the wind that shook the trees in the morning. 

He ran to it, followed it. Sometimes he saw who it belonged to. A tall, hulking, shadow. 

"What's your name?" The shadow moved closer.

"Most people just call me 'Beast'," he paused, smiling with sharp teeth. "Or 'Aaaaaaaaaa---gchk'," Link giggled, hand coming up to cover his mouth. It was a light sound, like bells.

"Are you hungry, Mr Beast?" It crouched, peering it's large head through the trees and into the sun.

"What do you have?" Link pulled a loaf of fresh bread from his basket, offering it with open hands. 

"Here. Take it." The beast snatched it away with sharp claws. 

"Link!? Are you out here? Get out of the woods before you get lost!" Link frowned, looking towards the beast. 

"I have to go." The beast nodded. 

"I'll be back tomorrow, with more bread." It only frowned.

Link held true to his word, coming the next morning with more bread than before.

"You aren't scared of me?" it asked. 

"No," Link replied, small hands offering a piece of bread to the figure in the dark.

"You should be," it growled solemnly. Link pouted, watching a hand with daggered claws grab the bread from his palm.

"I don't think you're scary," he whispers. "I think you're sweet." The beast huffs a puff of hot air and leaves.

The next morning Link awakes to snow, to dry wind and whispers from the woods. 

"Going on another picnic?" His uncle asks him as he piles a basket with warm soup and soft bread. 

"I'm bringing it to my friend in the woods!" Link chirped, he was much too young to know how wrong that sounded. 

"Your friend in the woods?" His uncle sat down his smithing hammer, taking off his ashen gloves to cup the boy's shoulder.

"Are they a kid like you?" His mind jumped first to a runaway or an orphan. Link shook his head. 

"No, he's big and tall, taller than you, and his voice is deep." 

So an adult then.

"How long have you been seeing this friend in the woods?"

Link pouted, looking down at his fingers and counting. 

"A month maybe?" His uncle frowned. 

"How about I come with you this time?"

Link liked that idea, to bring his uncle to meet the beast. 

They arrived in the clearing, where the leafless trees cast odd shadows across the snow covered grass. Link opened his basket and pulled out a loaf of bread. 

"You're not alone," the voice growled low. His uncle flinched, placing a hand on Link's shoulder. It towered over the both of them. Large claws, hooves feet, long, dark red fur. Glowing golden eyes. A chill ran down his spine. 

"I brought bread and soup, you must be cold out here in the snow." 

"Link, we need to go." 

"Link? An odd name for a young boy," His uncle scowled, snatching him up in his arms. 

"Uncle Jasper! Stop! What are you doing?" The beast scoffed.

"He's afraid," it growled. "He should be." 

Link pouted, fighting his uncle's hold as he was carried back to their house. 

Uncle left him with the doors locked, finding his hunting buddies.

"He's going to tell them about Mr Beast." Link frowned. 

"They're going to kill him." 

His uncle came home late in the evening, wet from the rain and covered in mud.

"Hey there, cub!" He opened his arms for an embrace. 

Link turned away.

"I'm going to bed." He mumbled. 

When he woke up, he didn't hear the voice in the woods. He went to the clearing, where the basket lay forgotten in the grass. 

"Mr Beast?" He called, eyes welling with tears. 

"Please don't be gone, Mr Beast." 

No voice answered. 

He sighed, standing from the grass slowly. 

"I'm sorry. This is all my fault." 

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@rukastar @the-great-void you guys wanted to know when the fic got posted so here you go! ch.1! post this on ao3 later but my computer is dead rn...let me know what you think!

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what's this?

i recently found out, after recalling what I could remember from Skyward Sword wii, that there are no snow biomes in game. I don't if they added any, i don't know why they would, but if you ignore Sky being in mario kart, this means he's never seen snow before. there's literally snow in at least one of everyone else's games so he's the only one who hasn't seen it. thusly, i wrote something for it.

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Sky panicked the second they had fallen through the portal and into a soft mound of white stuff. “What is this?” Sky wheezed, brushing it off of him. It was cold and wet and it hurt when it touched his skin. “Am I gonna die? Are we gonna die?” Wild laughed, his face contorted in confusion and disbelief. "it's just snow." Sky paused, looking at the 'Snow' that surrounded him.

"What's...snow?" The word felt weird to say, it made no sense. It was a complete nonsense word. "frozen rain that falls from the sky." He looked down at it. "What does it do?" "the same thing rain does." Sky bent down, scooping up the snow in his hands. It melted from the heat of them.

Just when he was about to ask another question, tiny white things started falling from the sky. "Is this..." "also snow, yes. snowflakes." Sky gaped, watching it float slowly down to join the rest of the snow on the ground. It landed on his hair and in his eyelashes. Wild chuckled, pulling the sheikah slate from his hip. "why don't you try catching some in your mouth?" Sky looked at Wild with wide eyes. "You can do that?" He nodded.

Sky leaned his head back, opening his mouth to let snowflakes fall on his tongue. "It feels weird!" He mumbled. Wild laughed, taking a picture with the slate. "i am so showing this to the others." he mumbled under his breath. Wild looked at the clock on the screen. "speaking of which, if they're here too, we should get to finding them." "hey, sky, we need to wrap it up before it--" he was cut off by a lump of snow thrown at his face.

He glared at Sky as the snow rand down his face. As much as he enjoyed the childish grin he was showing, this meant war. Wild wasted no time, scooping up his own snow ball and chucking it Sky. It pelted him in the side. "So this is how you wanna play, huh?" Wild smirked. "better get to making some snowballs, cloud boy." Sky laughed, unceremoniously packing lumps of snow into somewhat round shapes and chucking them at Wild.

Their feet dragged in the snow, the sounds of their laughs cutting through the dense nothingness of the tundra. When they'd ran across half the field, leaving dents and foot prints in the snow, they crashed into it. A soft, cool, bed to catch them and soothe their tired bones. their soft giggles trailed into tired pants as they laid next to each other.

"That's the most fun I've had in years." Sky smiled. "me too."

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Link and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad (Perfect) Day

It's always 'link buys Sidon a sapphire bracelet, unknowingly proposing to him' and never 'sidon buys link a diamond ring, unknowingly proposing to him' they're both himbos this is missed potential. So anyway, happy post a wip.

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Sidon shuffled, waiting awkwardly for a specific blonde Hylian head to walk through the door. He'd hoped Link was able to make it, part of him thought he wouldn't come despite it being incredibly out of character.

A waitress walked up to him with a smile.

"Hi! I'm Neva, I'll be serving you tonight!" Sidon smiled lopsidedly.

"I'm waiting for someone, but I wouldn't mind a bottle of Voltfruit wine." She nodded, walking off to get it. He turned his eyes towards the door again, bouncing his leg, his head fin thumping against his back.

'He's going to come.' he told himself 'He's never stood you up before, he always comes.'

Just as he was about to tear his eyes away, a pale hand pushed open the palm frond curtain in the door way, and a blonde headed Hylian, dressed in royal guard's attire, stepped into the establishment.

Sidon sat up with a smile, waving him over.

"Link! I'm so happy you could make it?" The hylian blushed, taking his beret off and sitting it in his lap.

"I almost couldn't! It was as if Zelda was trying to keep me hostage! I didn't even change," he laughed. Sidon sighed happily, Link was so perfect. The waitress came back with his wine a little shocked to see the other person at the table.

"Uhm, hello Link! Welcome back." Link waved.

"Hi Neva! You can go ahead and get me the regular."

Sidon tilted his head.

"And what can I get you?" Sidon's cheeks flushed, he glanced at the menu, his eyes widening. It was a very large selection, all seafood dishes.

"Uhm... I'll have the spicy surf and turf curry?" She smiled.

"Excellent choice! Would you like steak or chicken?"

"Uhm, chicken."

"And crab, porgy, bass, or trout?"

"Trout."

She nodded.

"Alright, I'll be out with your food. It's made to order, so you should expect about half an hour."

Sidon thanked her and turned his attention back to Link.

"So..." Link started, rubbing the back of his neck. Sidon rolled his lips thin, picking up his wine glass.

"How's...Prince...stuff?" It came out a lot dryer than Link planned it to be. But it seemed to lighten the mood, bringing a soft smile to Sidon's face.

"It's been... Incredibly stressful and overbearing, to be honest. Nothing but important meetings and conferences nonstop for the past week." Link winced.

"But...I feel a lot more at ease when I'm with you." Sidon cooed, relishing in the pink that grew on Link's cheeks.

"And how's today been? For you? Get any cool presents?" Link giggled. Giggled, taking a sip of his wine.

"No, not the cool gifts, per se, mostly food. I got a muffin basket, Zelda made me crepes for breakfast, Mom gave me more books on alchemy. You took me to my favorite restaurant." Sidon smiled.

"Well, I have another gift but it's for after dinner."

Link perked up.

"What is it?" Sidon laughed.

"I'm not gonna tell you, it would ruin it."

Link pouted, shrinking in his seat.

They continued to joke and laugh until their food came, Sidon was shocked by how good his dish was. There certainly was no wonder the restaurant was his favorite. Link didn't put his spoon down until his plate was clean. They both shared a laugh at how distracted they were by the food.

"We barely even talked," Link chuckled.

"It's not our fault this food is exceptional!"

"I know right? It's probably the best thing I've ever eaten."

"Hm, it's not better than your food. Sometimes I can still taste that salmon meuniere." Sidon licked his lips. He'd just ate and he was already hungry.

Link blushed, ducking his head.

Neva arrived with their check shortly after. Link and Sidon both reached into their pockets. Sidon pulled a face.

"You aren't paying for your birthday present." He asserted, putting a satchel of rupees in Neva's hand.

Sidon stood, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the restaurant.

"Come on, let's get your last birthday present." Link smiled, shuffling behind him. He wasn't greedy, definitely not, but Sidon always have the best presents. Somehow, each year, each occasion, every present was better than the last. Link started to look forward to getting things from him, terrible as it sounds.

When they finally came to a stop, they were at a nice spot on the beach, at a perfect vantage point to watch the sunset. Sidon's headfin wagged with his impatience.

"I wanted to get you something special, so I went to a jewelry shoppe in Castle Town and, well..." Sidon reached into the bag on his hip pulling out a small velvet box. Link gasped, his eyes widening.

Is that? Sidon opened the box to reveal an ornate silver ring with an opal on it. Link's eyes welled with tears, his hand flying up over his mouth

"Link, I--"

"Yes." He didn't even let him finish, rubbing the tears from his eyes. Sidon tilted his head.

"Yes?"

Link nodded.

"Of course, yes." Sidon pursed his lips, trying to put the pieces together.

"Yes...what?" Link's smile faltered.

"Yes to your proposal?" Link stared into Sidon's eyes. All he saw was deepening confusion. Link's eyes widened in mortification.

"You're asking me to marry you, right?" He asked in a panic. Sidon sputtered.

"What would make you think that?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe the dinner at my favorite restaurant and the walk on the beach and the romantic sunset! Or the engagement ring you're holding!" Sidon was taken aback.

"Engagement ring? This is an...Oh, Hylia. I had no idea I..."

"How did you have no idea?"

"I just went to a Hylian jewelry shoppe and asked the clerk "What would I gift to a Hylian I love very much more than anything?" In Zora culture there's this whole courting gift procedure and then you give your partner a sapphire amulet!"

Link rolled his lips thin. Right, of course. They aren't from the same culture, why wouldn't there be a difference in proposals.

I'm such an idiot.

He was so embarrassed, he just wanted to curl into a ball and die.

"Wait, you said yes." Link's cheeks burned hot.

"N--no!"

"Do you...want to marry me?"

"maybe? I don't know! I just..." He groaned, burying his face in his hands. This was horrible. Terrible. The worst. Sidon probably hated him. What kind of person just accepts marriage proposals.

"Link," he sighed. Link braced himself. Here it comes, he cursed. Sidon was going to tell him he never wanted to talk to him again, never wanted to see him again, call him a weirdo. Clingy, stupid, every horrible thing Link could think of.

Sidon grabbed his left wrist, gently pulling it off his face. He slowly slid Link's glove off.

"This was, actually, supposed to be the first gift. I was going to ask you if you'd allow me to court you but...We can do this the hylian way." Link looked up, his face confused yet hopeful. Sidon took the ring off the plush cushion of the box and sliding it onto his ring finger.

"The, uh, yes still stands, right?" Link smiled, albeit wobbly, tugging Sidon down by his forearm to kiss him.

"Of course."

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Behold! Fluff! This is actually the wippiest wip I've posted bc this is the prologue of a fic that has 4 chapters lol. See y'all next Saturday!💛💛

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Link sat in confusion, surrounded by rito women. They sat and talked about their husbands, their children, their jobs. They discussed recipes and fun things that happened during their day. He watched, from the doorway, as the wives and mothers and leaders of Rito Village communed. They were the only ones Link could think to go to with this. Actually that was a lie, he'd gone to Teba first who refused to tell him anything.

He cleared his throat softly. And they looked to him. "Link!" they all chirped in unison and he was pulled into the kitchen. Link sputtered as he was smothering in feathery hugs until he was shoved far enough into the room to spy soft pink feathers. "Ms Saki!" he coughed, she turned around, tilting her head. "Oh! Master Link! What a surprise. Will you be joining us for dinner?" Link nodded. "Yes, later, but...I have a question." She raised an eyebrow.

"What kind of question?" He shifted. "Well, there's...There's a rito I know and we're actually quite close and...They recently did something that confused me and I guess however I reacted wasn't the right way because they flew away and I haven't seen them in weeks." Saki blinked, staring at Link as if he'd just told her the most shocking news in all her years. "Well I do hope I can be of some help, what did they do?"

Link shifted uncomfortably again. He could feel the eyes of every rito in the room on him. "Er, well, he-- they grabbed my arms and pulled me close to them and then they pressed their forehead to my forehead and said this really weird thing, I guess it was a word?" "What did they say!?" Amali but in, eyes wide with intriuge. "They, uh, they said 'Kuyayki' and I pulled away and looked at them all confused and I asked them 'Why did you do that?' and they got all huffy and said 'I don't know' and then flew away."

Saki, Amali, and, frankily, every other rito in the room stared at him for 35 consecutive seconds before cooing over him. "Master Link," Saki sighed, patting his head gingerly. "When a rito touches their forehead, or temple, to another it's called 'cresting'. It's quite similar to what you hylians would call a kiss." Link's cheeks when red. "He...kissed me?"

"Yes, and that's not all! 'Kuyayki' is the rito word for 'I love you'. Romantically. Whoever it was who did that confessed to you and you--"

"And I acted like a total skeezeball!" Link buried his face in his hands. "Uh, yes, a...Skeeze...ball."

"Champion descendant," Amali tried to keep herself from smiling excitedly. "Whoever it was that said this to you, you need to find them. And tell them how you feel. They need to know that you know."

Link nodded.

"While we're on the topic." Saki piqued back up, making a noise telling him to continue. "What does it mean when rito braid each other's hair?" Saki raised an eyebrow. "It's another display of affection. It can be both platonic and romantic, it just depends on context." She waited a couple cautious seconds before adding a curious "Why?" He picked at his nails anxiously. "Er, well, he might have braided my hair. And I braided his. And then I put some of his feathers in it because I thought it would look cute--"

He was cut off by a collective gasp. "No wonder he crested!" Saki sighed, walking over to a bookshelf, and handing him a book bound in green leather. "I don't feel as though I should be the one to tell you what it means when you put a rito's feathers in your hair. This book will teach you all there is to know about rito courting. I'd prefer if you consult it." Link nodded, thanking her. "Now, will you help us with dinner?" He nodded.

As he mingled, the book burned a whole in his satchel. He stayed up all night reading it. When he finished he was more tired than usual. Saki came to him in the morning, a somehow knowing smirk on her face. She handed him a folded pile of bright yellow fabric and a quiver of bomb arrows. "When you go see him, bring this." Link picked up the fabric. It was a loose, billowy, shirt. "Bright colors, and a gift." Link looked up at her, and she looked down at him.

"You'll bring him home, right? To meet your family?" Link stood with a nod. "Of course. Why couldn't I?" He pulled the shirt on, before giving Saki a hug and warping to the shrine near the flight range.

He was going to need some help finding Revali. --

I don't know what this was, honestly, i threw words on a tungle draft. someone congratulate me for finally writing something that wasn't omegaverse.

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Happy post a wip saturday! Here we have Revali's gay panic. It looks cute on him ;)

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"You're just mad because I caused your gay awakening." Revali drew back, his eye brows knitting.

"Wha...What are you talking about?" He squawked, cheeks going red.

"I have never, and will never, have any form of attraction to you or anyone like you! The very implications of such are--are...Well they're beyond asinine! They're doltish! Brainless! Idiotic!" Revali sputtered, his words tripping over themselves in his embarassment as he tried to string together an insult.

Link just looked back at him in amusement.

"You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid."

Revali paused, beak hanging open. He blinked a few times, and then snapped his beak shut and tucked his head under.

"I--I do not!"

"Then why are you blushing~"

Revali pulled his scarf up over his cheeks.

"I--I-I--I-" he cleared his throat, straightening his shoulders with a little shiver. "I'm not. My father was a Cardinal, I have naturally bright red undertones to my plumage!"

Link's smirk only grew the more he tried to deny it.

"You do wanna fuck me," he giggled, standing and slowly walking around the table, to Revali.

"I... don't." Revali recoiled at how much like a question that sounded. Link placed the delicate fingertips of his hand underneath Revali's beak, slowly turning his head so they would lock eyes.

"Yes," Link purred in a sultry voice that was about two steps from being a full on moan. "You want to pin down and fuck me until I can't breathe, don't you?"

Revali averted his gaze and Link moved his head until they locked eyes again.

"Don't you?" He could feel the Rito gulp.

"No." It came out shaky and uncertain, lacking all the confidence Revali had tried to put in it. Link hummed, pulling his chair back so he could plop down lightly on Revali's lap.

"It's okay to be shy, Vali, but you shouldn't lie about your feelings." Link slowly started undoing the leather ties that held together Revali's snow quill armor.

"I'm not shy and I have no feelings to hide!"

Link pushed the cloth down off of Revali's wings, reaching around to undo the laces of his corset.

"If that were true, and you didn't want me, you would've pushed me off of you a long time ago." Link smirked, pressing his hands flat on the Rito's chest and grinding down on his semi hard cock.

"It's alright, Vali, really. If it makes you feel less embarrassed," he leaned forward, whispering in his ear.

"I wanna fuck you too."

Revali's eyes flew open. He looked to his side to Link, sleeping peacefully in the bed next to him, and then down at the wet spot he was making on his blankets. He ran his hand down his face.

"What the fuck was that?" He sat up in the bed, trying his best to will away his erection.

"My first wet dream in almost 20 years and it was about him?"

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Fun fact- this is from Send Me On My Way (aka the fic where Revali gets turned into a hylian)

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Happy post a wip Saturday ft; fics from 2020. Here we have: The Links Find Out Wild Is A Prince

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tw: slight gore and violence (it’s like two words but still)

Wild hated diplomacy. He hated being a diplomat, and a political figure head, and a leader. He couldn't lead things, he could barely remember how to put on his pants! That's why he rarely wore them for Farore's sake!

And yet here he stood, in the same starched and cushy royal attire he made sure to leave behind and the same polished crown he had contemplated selling to Ashai to get melted down and reconstituted into a belly button piercing on many an occasion.

Shaking hands and smiling and making decisions and, worst of all, leading. He barely had enough time to think about the group of unsupervised man-children he left alone in a hotel room in Castle Town.

Barely doesn't mean not at all, however, as he stared into space hoping Wind wasn't blowing things up and Twilight was being taken for a walk. What if they'd been kidnapped by Yiga Clan members? Maybe he should go back--

"Your highness!" Wild looked over his shoulder at the guard. Weren't they working on clearing out the remaining monsters from the dungeons? There's an entire wall down there that needs to be rebuilt and it can't be done when it's full of monsters.

"Yes?"

"There's a situation in the dungeons."

Oh Hylia, what he wouldn't give to be dead again.

A coma sounds fun right now, right?

Wild huffed, biting at the inside of his lip as he stomped anxiously to Lock Up. He was already on edge from all the decision making, what would Zelda think if somebody died under his care?

What if something horribly terrible had happened?

As the hallways grew colder and...Less constructed, it became apparent that wasn't the issue. The sound of his heels clicking against tile changed to the sharp panging of stone and they were in the dungeons in no time.

"I apologize, your highness, for not simply telling you but...I feared I couldn't describe it thoroughly enough." Wild waved him off, gaping at the sight in front of him.

"No no, you're fine." The loud clash of metal against metal sounded through the halls as Twilight fought with a Moblin 12 times his size. His sword drove through its stomach and the cerulean of Moblin blood and guts splattered across the wall.

"What in Hylia's name?" Twilight looked around, smiling.

"Hey! We finally found you!"

Wild crossed his arms, cocking his hip.

"What are you doing here? I told you to stay put!"

"We got bored!" Wind huffed, carrying a large crate of rocks and debris.

"You clearly need help! What are you wearing?" He squinted.

Wild pulled his cloak around himself.

"I...always wear this?"

"Oh no, yeah I always see velvet and stilettos in your laundry." He rolled his eyes.

Wild pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I didn't want you guys to find out like this, not at all, really, but... I'm..." He sighed gesturing vaguely to his crown.

"Sort of the prince of Hyrule."

Legend barked laughter, double over and leaning against his sword for support.

"Oh! You're a hoot! Whoo! You almost got me! You...you...You're not joking, are you?" Wild stared back, face blank.

"Prince? Are you sure you don't mean court jester?"

Wild scowled.

"No, no, he'd have to be funny for that to be the case."

"Bitch--"

Warriors blinked.

"Prince??" He gaped. "As in, like, crowns and castles and arranged marriages?"

"Yes."

"Actually the latter to..."

"Omg how rich are you?"

"Do you have servants?"

"So you love in the castle?"

"Wait, arranged marriage? To whom?"

Wild sighed, running a hand down his face.

This was going to be a long afternoon...

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Hope y'all enjoyed it, this is another one of those drafts I'm happy to be posting bc I never would've finished it anyway.

[senor-cummies]

happy post a wip saturday, i hope you're happy. im not. i literally wrote this in less than 5 minutes before knocking completely out and waking up at noon. im never proud of anything i write, but i haven't written for the mcu in so long and this is really quick, blurby, and so ooc.

enjoy.

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"Don't worry," Eddie smiled, setting a plate of dubious waffles infront of Peter. "I'm a journalist, if there's one thing I know, it's that this will all blow over soon." He sniffed, reaching for the syrup.

"How soon?" Eddie stared at his red eyes, welled with tears. It broke his heart to see his boy so distraught.

"Soon." He sat down across from him, digging into his own waffles.

"Until then," he mumbled, mouth full of food. "you can stay with us. Uh, I mean, me." Eddie's cheeks flushed.

Did he catch that?

He did.

Maybe he didn't.

Idiot.

"Thank you, Eddie. You're so sweet." Peter smiled, little dimples forming on his cheeks. It was that kind of smile that was so soft and bright, it could light up a whole room. Eddie looked away.

"Don't mention it," he picked at his waffles.

You released phenethylamine. Do you like the little spider?

Shut up, parasite

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like i said, very tiny. very short. very fluff bc this week has been a bad week. don't worry, i played outside with my son and im making lasagna tonight so this weekend should be good