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Santa Tell Me (New Love)

The eighth prompt in 12 Days of Christmas by @zelink-prompts​, the prequel to prompt seven here

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Summary: Zelda finds a friend in the little forest boy who claims to be the Hero of Time. 

Ocarina of Time, post-game, child timeline(???)

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The Princess of Hyrule was bubbly and bright, and she felt like she could take on the world. She wanted so badly to go on a grand adventure, to escape the walls and locks of the castle and explore the kingdom she was set to rule over one day. How did she know what was best for her people if she never met them? But her father wouldn’t hear a word of it and Impa wouldn’t let her try. Little Zelda was forced to instead play by herself in the courtyard. She liked to pick up sticks and pretend to fight, and she liked throwing crushed up leaves and berries into a water filled hole to make potions. She liked to fall in the dirt and scrape her knees. 

She did not like practicing the ocarina.

“But you promised!” she whined, tugging at the arm of her caretaker. “You said you’d teach me how to be Sheikah!”

“I promised to teach you Sheikah ways,” Impa corrected as she stuck the little blue instrument into her hands. “But not today, little princess. You haven’t practiced in weeks, and you promised your father you would.”

Zelda huffed and gripped the tear-drop shaped piece of wood tighter. 

“But it’s so boring!”

“You’ll have to do many boring things in your life as queen,” Impa replied, ruffling the cap that covered her hair. Zelda scrunched up her nose and, defeated, brought the ocarina to her lips. It was drilled into her where her fingers should go as she played a set of scales to warm up. 

The three note melody her family named after her (or, rather, after Zelda in general) came naturally, and she played it twice before stealing a glance at Impa. She didn’t look satisfied, so Zelda huffed and turned around to face the window instead. There was her father, sitting on his throne while speaking with a man—a man she’d seen a few times before. He was tall, and his eyes seemed to glow with an evil that made her nervous. But her father wouldn’t listen to her when she tried to tell him that he scared her.

“How did you-“

A ruckus followed Impa’s unfinished question, so Zelda turned with furrowed eyebrows. Stood before her was a boy no older than her, dressed in green with a sword by his side. She stumbled a little backwards. He resembled the forest boy from her dreams a little too perfectly to be real. And yet something about him felt so familiar.

“Who..?” she started to ask, but the boy dropped to a kneel in front of her.

“Princess,” he greeted, his voice shaky and quiet. “I’m Link. I.. I’m the Hero of Time, I think.”

Zelda blinked. She’d never heard of such a thing, but he sounded too serious to be joking. But despite everything she’d felt within the past few weeks, she was unconvinced. 

“How can you be something without knowing it?” she asked, placing her hands on her waist. 

“You’ve gotta believe me!” the forest boy pleaded. “Ganondorf’s gonna get the Triforce and take over and destroy the world!”

So, the Hero of Time was here, as nothing more than a child, making the claim that her dreams would come to pass. As ridiculous as it probably sounded to Impa, it shook Zelda to her core. But her father didn’t believe her, much less a little kokiri boy. She was running out of ideas.

“Prove it,” she challenged, holding the ocarina out to him. “This is the Ocarina of Time, an heirloom of the royal family for generations. Play something only the Hero of Time would know!”

Link took the instrument from her hands and raised it to his lips. Zelda pulled at the sleeves of her dress in anticipation, shifting on her feet. What was she expecting him to play? Would he be able to play? If he could, how would it prove anything? 

Her lullaby was being played back to her.

“How..? You--you heard me playing it!” she accused, taking a step back. It was the only explanation, it had to be.

“You taught it to me! Right here! Don’t you remember?”

He looked so crestfallen and scared. He was as small as she, yet he spoke as if he’d seen war. If he really was who he said he was, then… he had. And he was there to warn them.

“Tell me everything,” Zelda demanded, holding her head a little higher. 

“Princess--”

Zelda looked over to Impa and whispered a soft “please”, then shifted her gaze back to the little kokiri boy. 

Link was hesitant, but he retold everything he could remember. He told her that she sent him to retrieve the spiritual stones, and he pulled the Master Sword, and that Ganondorf had followed him into the Temple and touched the Triforce, sealing him inside of the Sacred Realm. He told her how he woke seven years later to Hyrule in disrepair, with Ganondorf as the new king. He told of the temples and the destruction, and how he was forced to travel back and forth in time to undo all the King of Thieves had done. By the end of his story, Zelda was on the verge of tears. It was her plan that caused such a downfall--the very same plan she’d wanted to share with him as soon as he appeared before her.

“We have to tell my father,” she said, spinning to face Impa. “Please.”

Impa too was hesitant, but Zelda wiped at her tears and grabbed Link’s hand, pulling him towards the entrance to the castle herself.

“Princess-” Impa called again, but the little princess was determined. Ganondorf was leaving just as they entered, and she felt Link’s hand tighten around her own. But she couldn’t stop now. She had to make her father listen if there was any hope at all.

Just as she’d expected, her father was dismissive. He wanted to write it off as a childish nightmare, but Zelda forced Link to recount everything he’d just told her. The king remained unconvinced, but he looked a little bothered and she could work with that.

“Zelda, it is very immature to get this little boy in on your fantasies,” he scolded. “I cannot arrest the Gerudo king on the account of two children, not when we’re so close to mending the split caused by war.”

“But you heard his story! The Hero of Time said he fought Ganondorf himself!” Zelda argued, stomping her foot.

“Your little friend snuck onto the castle grounds unpermitted, so I would hardly deem him trustworthy. Unless he can prove that he is who he says he is, I will not take action.”

Link lifted the ocarina to his lips again and Zelda waited anxiously for the three note lullaby to hit her ears--but it never came. 

“I’ll pull the sword again,” Link declared, standing up as straight as he could. “I’ll travel to Gerudo Valley and find Nabooru--she’s a Sage and she could tell you everything Ganondorf has planned!”

“I will not send a child to that desert-”

“Then take me to the Temple of Time,” the hero challenged. 

The king looked hesitant once more. He scratched his beard as he looked between Link and his daughter, and Zelda tried to look as serious as she could manage.

“Link’s story is exactly what I saw in my dreams. You know daughters of the goddess can have pro.. prost-”

“Prophetic,” Impa supplied. Zelda nodded once.

“-prophetic dreams because you said mother had them too!”

“I cannot take you into the Temple of Time,” the king said, slumping back into the throne. “If you really are the Hero of Time, then there’s no telling what pulling the sword will do. But I will look into this. If I find nothing, then the two of you will be in very big trouble.”

Link didn’t look happy, but Zelda would take it. She was admittedly too scared to keep thinking about it, and any action her father took would be better than none.

“Promise?” she asked her father, stepping up to his throne and sticking out her pinky.

“I promise,” he replied, wrapping his larger finger around hers. He wiped at her cheeks after that, and Zelda leaned into the comfort of her father. She didn’t want to lose him too. 

Link was allowed full permission into the castle after all that had transpired. Zelda met up with him any chance she could get, and they would run around the courtyard together with sticks and matching bruises. His stories sounded far less scary when he acted them out before her, and Zelda often stole Impa’s headband and pretended to be a Sheikah named Sheik--just like the other Princess Zelda he spoke so highly about. 

Their courtyard playdate was interrupted when a figure passed by the window. The Gerudo king had arrived in chains, and Zelda grabbed Link’s arm and pulled him out of view.

“What’s going on?” he asked, but Zelda pressed a finger to her lips and snuck towards the entrance so they could hear what was happening. There was a lot of yelling, but she heard her father condemning him for plans of overthrowing the monarchy.

“--guilty of treason of the highest measure. For the crimes you have committed, you will be taken to Arbiter’s Grounds and executed.”

Zelda nearly tripped over Link as she stumbled backwards. The Gerudo king was being led their way. His eyes, burning with hatred, settled on her and Link, and he ripped himself free from the guards’ hold. Ganondorf reached for her with hands twice her size and she bit her tongue to keep from screaming. She tried to think of what Sheik would do, but she hardly got a chance before Link was in front of her, his kokiri sword pointed at the King of Thieves’ hands. Ganondorf laughed, a deep, evil sound that shook her to her core, and the guards took hold of him again, and he was dragged away, still laughing. 

Link turned around and wrapped her in a hug, and Zelda, still shaking, grabbed his shirt and closed her eyes. The yellow eyes of the Gerudo king would follow her into her nightmares, she was sure of it. 

In the following week, her father held a ceremony to acknowledge and thank all of those who saved Hyrule. 

Link and Nabooru, who’d acted as an inside source, were gifted with titles of honor and medals of service. Zelda too was awarded for her wisdom and insistence, but she didn’t think she deserved it as much as the other two. It was her fault Link had gone through all he had to begin with, and she didn’t think she could ever shake that feeling of guilt. But the party afterwards helped to lift her spirits, because her father told her she could have as many sweets as she wanted, and she could stay up as late as she wanted. 

“We did it!” Zelda cheered, once she’d found Link in the crowd. People were gawking at him and asking questions, but she threw her arms around him anyway and they landed in a pile on the floor, giggling like crazy. She could hear Impa in her head, scolding her about how improper and unladylike she was acting, but the princess didn’t care. A war had been avoided, and she made a good friend in the process. 

A friend who took her on adventures around Lake Hylia now that there was no threat, and protected her from any monster that tried to show its face. He took her to Lon Lon Ranch, where she met Malon and Epona and rode a horse of her own. He took her to Zora’s domain, where she met the little Zora princess who looked too interested in Link for her liking, and he took her to Goron City (under the supervision of Impa) to meet Darunia. 

But their time together was short lived, because their courtyard playdate took an awkward turn when Link held out a handful of colorful flowers and told her he had to go. He looked so sad, and she wished she could squeeze him tight until his sadness was gone.

“I lost a friend,” he explained, avoiding her gaze. “Every kokiri has a fairy, and I lost Navi when.. when I was sent back. I need to find her.”

She wanted to ask if he had to go. She wanted to beg him to stay here and find another fairy. But even as a selfish child, she could tell how much had been taken from him and she didn’t want him to hurt more than he already had. She would be a bad friend if she didn’t let him go.

“Will you come back?” she asked as she held the flowers tighter. 

“I’d never leave you behind,” he answered, giving her a shy little smile that made her cheeks burn.

“Do you promise?” she questioned, sticking out her pinky. 

“I promise,” he replied, wrapping his finger around hers. Zelda hesitated for a moment, but she leaned forwards and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

“You better not break your promise, or I’m gonna be really mad at you,” she said as she pushed him away and looked at the ground.

“Just watch! When I come back, I’ll be your knight and we’ll get married,” he replied, wrapping her in a hug. Zelda giggled and held him tightly, because she wouldn’t be seeing him again for a very long time.

“You’re gross!” she declared, but the little princess liked the idea, even if she didn’t know the full story of what a marriage involved. They were too young for that anyway, but Impa told her later that love had no age and that souls that were meant to be together would find each other again in time. 

She didn’t know the word for what she was feeling when he left the courtyard for the last time. He looked back at her with a wave, but she couldn’t find it in her to raise her arms. They felt heavy and tired. She spent the first few months in naive hope, waiting in the courtyard and playing the ocarina as if her songs could bring him back. She held onto Impa’s words and onto the matching medals they had, and she came to question herself if she did indeed love the little boy from the forest. 

Perhaps when she saw him again, she would tell him properly.

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Promise Rings

Mafia Boyfriends go Brr.

TWs: N/A

Timeframe: First part is mid teens, 16-18, before the city, Second part is mid to late 20s, during the Mafia Civil War  

“They’re perfect!”

Andrik grinned, a happy blush tinting his cheeks as he pulled his boyfriend in for a quick kiss.

“Nothing less for you, sunshine.”

Danika laughed, muttering something that sounded like ‘you big sap’ and kissing him back before he pushed himself gently away from Andrik and looked back at the rings he was holding.

They were a pair of simple silver bands, identical in every way and unassuming at first glance. However, each one had a delicate engraving on the inside - curlicue letters spelling out their names, “Dani” in one and “Andi” in the other, thin lines radiating out from them in a starburst.

Andrik took a ring out of Danika’s palm, the one with his name, turning it over slowly and smiling. Danika lifted the other, a finger lightly tracing the name on the inside - the little secret that made it clear just how much love they were made with.

“They really are perfect Andi, I can’t believe your grandfather let you make them yourself, I’d have thought he’d go on about ‘an amateur not touching his hallowed forges’ again, or whatever the old bat says,” Danika snickered.

“Yes, well, after a lot of convincing and very careful supervision, he agreed it was a special occasion,” he smirked. “You know how persuasive I can be.”

Danika pulled a face at him.

“Oh yes, so so very persuasive. You annoying idiot, I’m still not forgiving you for last week,” he stuck out his tongue, but the words were said without any heat and he started laughing immediately.

Andrik answered with a laugh of his own, taking Danika’s hand and pressing a kiss to it.

“I already said I was sorry, sweetheart, what more will it take, hm?”

“Maybe your solemn promise, but honestly I’m not sure I can trust that coming from you,” Danika’s voice had a teasing lilt to it.

“Oh darling, you know I never break a promise. And these,” Andrik lifted Danika’s hand to slide the ring onto his finger. “Were made with a promise,” he smiled softly, folding his boyfriend’s hands in his. “And I’ll keep it as long as my sun shines next to me every morning.”

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Andrik stared blankly at the envelope in his hands. There was no return address listed on it, or any name. It was a smooth square of white, save for the word scribbled in familiar handwriting in the center of it:

‘Sunshine’

Suddenly, he snapped out of whatever daze he was in and he tore the envelope open, almost frantically, shaking out whatever was in it. A singular piece of paper slipped out, along with something that bounced off the ground with a metallic ting. He ignored it in favour of snapping the paper open, the same handwriting decorating the page.

‘I’m sorry. I know it was a promise. But I don’t think I can keep it anymore, not when you broke it years ago.’

Andrik’s hands were shaking. He dropped to the ground, accidentally crumpling the paper and fumbling around for whatever had fallen out of the envelope. Something twinkled out of the corner of his eye and he snatched up the small object.

It was a ring, small and silver, familiar and yet foreign.

He choked out a gasp, trembling fingers running over the metal, trying to find the name he had carved into it himself and finding only soot and uneven ridges. Someone had clawed it out, rough slashes marring the smooth surface, then burnt whatever was left, to truly and entirely erase any evidence of the ring having meant anything more than a piece of cheap jewelry.

Andrik slowly pulled off his own ring, holding the two together, one glittering perfectly like the promise it still held, the other tarnished with broken hearts and bitter words.

He drew the last memory of his lover close to his chest and screamed his sorrows to no one.

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Hair thingys

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Anyway 2p Japan’s name is Tsubaki Honda thank you for coming to my ted talk

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❥ - From Frisk

You can also send ❥ to not only give them the blanket but to join them to help them get warm.

Flowey had been grumpy and irritated.. nothing was really exciting up here, crammed in this flat and the sun was never shining anymore during autumn...

Not that he hated it, the leaves were beautiful and he liked to watch them fall and paint the grass red and yellow and brown... but it wasn’t like he had dreamed it to be.

Frisk - god bless their soft soul - tried their best to comfort him and make him feel welcome in a family that was more wary than welcoming still and at some evenings, he wasn’t sure, if Frisk was really asleep, when he finally dared to let his feelings out... Such as tonight. He sniffled against the glass of the window, thin trails of tears sliding down his face, as he watched the moon arch over the sky.

The icy glass against his cheek was of no comfort, just as his reflection seemed to mock him even more. He closed his eyes and slammed his forehead against the icy barrier, before something soft fluttered over him and a pair of hands a chin flopped down against the window sill.

They spared him only a short glance, but the blanket around both of them was comforting and so was watching the moon. When Frisk was quite like this, like an ocean in wait for the next storm and they let Flowey bath in their existence... those were the moments he felt he was experiencing as reality.

He slid his vines around their hands and just waited until the sun came up. And they stayed with them, a soft smile spreading on their face most likely, as he was awed by the soft autumn fog that brushed against the grass and sky, bathing the morning in milky light.

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*slides ya 10 dollars* lemme get a sfw ashe x reader if ya do that. go nuts on the topic. It can suggestive if you want. that's all. have a good day

*takes 10 dollars* Ah yes my dear, of course I do that. I haven't played the blue lions route yet, but I still love our sweet baby boy ashe and I will happily give you what you ask for. Here's a soft sfw Ashe x Reader drabble.

Ashe, he loves the book "Loog and the Maiden of the Wind." It has special meaning to him, so he often spends time in the library or the garden, reading the library's copy of it when he can.

One day, you find yourself in the library, seeking that particular book for a special topics project for your professor, because apparently, the key to understanding any culture is to understand the myths, fairy tales, and legends of its people, only to find the copy is missing from the library.

Of course, your first instinct is to ask the librarian who checked out the book. And, of course, as usual, Ashe has it.

While you aren't super surprised by this, you can't help but think it's rather sweet that Ashe is reading a book of chivalrous fairy tales that is usually reserved for reading to children at bedtime.

And so, you pull up a chair beside Ashe and asks if you might join him in reading the stories, since you apparently both need to (although for different reasons).

Ashe agrees easily enough, glad to have someone to share his favorite book with, so you and Ashe read together for hours, taking turns reading aloud and doing silly voices for the characters.

Not being from the Kingdom yourself, you sometimes pause to ask Ashe about why a particular story plays out the way it does. You just can't wrap your head around some of the famed knight's behavior in the story, nor the maiden's. Ashe explains it all so well, though, with a soft, dreamy look in his eyes as he rambles about the book's themes and the characters' motivations.

After a while, it's time to move to the dining hall for dinner, but neither of you are quite ready to be done reading, so you bring the book with you, sitting together and quietly speaking the words over dinner as Felix, Annette, and Mercedes sit nearby, watching the goings on.

Felix might be a bit confused and slightly disturbed. "Ashe, _______, why are you two sitting there whispering in silly voices? It's dinnertime. That means it's time to EAT, not read."

Annette and Mercedes, on the other hand, think this is just too precious. Annette nudges Felix. "Come now, leave them be. They're reading together, and it's rather sweet."

Mercedes nods in agreement. "Yes, it is rather nice, seeing Ashe connect so well with someone other than us, isn't it? He's making friends, that's good."

Felix grumps about and rolls his eyes, but ultimately shuts up, because he knows they're right. It's good for Ashe to have friends outside his house.

After dinner, you and Ashe both having been at least mostly oblivious to his housemates' teasing, settle down in his room at the dormitory with a few candles to light the room as you continue to read.

It wasn't until much later into the night that you finished the book, giggling and grinning and gasping dramatically all the while. Afterwards, you two sit side by side on Ashe's bed, talking about the book and its impact on the Kingdom's culture, and in Ashe's personal life as well, in more detail until you feel a sudden weight on your shoulder. You glance down to see Ashe leaning into your side, a small smile gracing his lips as he begins to dose.

With a quiet chuckle, you press a soft kiss to his forehead and shift to lay him down on the bed, only for him to wrap his arm around you and pull you down with him, cuddling closer to you.

You weren't sure if Ashe quite realized what he was doing, or if he was still conscious or already asleep, but there was no use worrying about that when he was curled up against you, holding you in his arms.

"Goodnight, Ashe." You murmur, closing your eyes and relaxing your head back against the pillow, shifting slightly so that you could get more comfortable before sleep could overcome you.

You hear a soft, sleep-filled murmur in response. "G'nigh', _____..." Smiling, you close your eyes and drift off as well, snuggly wrapped up in the young man's arms.

The next morning, you awake to find yourself tightly cuddled against Ashe's chest. Squeaking a bit in surprise, you pull back. 'Nope, not a dream!' You think, shaking your head. "Ashe?" You whisper, not wanting to scare him. "Ashe, it's time to wake up. We fell asleep, it's almost time for classes."

Ashe groans. "Five more minutes..." You laugh, rolling your eyes a bit. "No Ashe, now. Come on, you wouldn't make me walk out of here alone, would you?"

Ashe's eyes shoot open. "Wait- wha- ______? What are you doing in my bed?"

You explain what happened last night with a soft chuckle. "I couldn't leave when you had me wrapped up in a cuddle like that, and you looked so at ease, I just didn't have the heart to wake you. I hope you don't mind."

Ashe smiles at your consideration and kindness. "I don't mind one bit. I'll walk you to your room so you can get ready for class. That is, if you don't mind?"

You smile, shaking your head. "Not at all, I'd be honored to have such a kind escort back to my room, if it won't make you late for class yourself, that is."