#wild zelink

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Who would've thought that Princess Zelda would eat any food that she dropped on the ground?

Based on this voice note:

Did you know that it takes approx. 5 seconds - in Switch 1 - for an apple to be baked to the ground (either dropped in Eldin region or thrown to a fire)?

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“I’ve been keeping watch over you all this time...” 

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is the art ask still open? link and zelda mining for gems? :)

“What were you thinking, Zelda!”

He was shouting. Actually shouting.

“You could have gotten both of us killed!”

She’d heard him grumble, roll his eyes, even pout and glare. But he’d never been like this. Not the seething, scorching, painful kind of anger that seeps under your skin and burns your bones.

Link gripped her shoulders, giving her a good shake. “Are you listening to me, Zelda?!”

The princess flinched at the sound of her name.

She couldn’t look at him. It felt so shameful to be scolded like a disobedient child. But it was her fault, after all. Her gaze fell to the ground, and she whimpered, “I’m sorry,” with a voice that wobbled like it would fall apart. “I was just curious. thought—I thought we would be fine.”

“That’s no excuse!” He snapped right back. “If you don’t have to put yourself in harm’s way, don’t! You’re the last princess of Hyrule for goddess’ sake!”

She stomped her foot, still looking at the ruby that fell in front of her when Link destroyed the Talus. “I know that!”

“You clearly don’t,” Link hissed between his teeth.

Angry, childish tears flushed her eyes. She hissed right back, caught in the throes of her own temper tantrum now. “I’ve seen you defeat a hundred Taluses!” She cried. “What was wrong with one more?! I wished to see one up close and—”

“It’s a Talus, Zelda! Not a damn bokoblin!” He shouted right back. “And an Igneo Talus, to boot! That’s one of the most dangerous kinds there is!”

“I know—”

“‘Let’s go mine some gems,’ you told me!” Link mocked, even mimicking her accent. “‘We’re right outside of Death Mountain, and I even brought fireproof elixirs!’ For the love of Nayru, how long have you been planning this?!”

She was so angry. Too angry for words. So was he, she knew, and she also knew he was the one in the right. But she was stubborn as a mule, so she didn’t budge.

“ZELDA!”

“It was just today,” she answered in a whisper. “I saw it stamped on the map, and thought it would be an opportune moment to stud—”

“You wanted to study it?” He glared at first. But then he turned, waved her away, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Of course you did.”

Finally, a phrase that wasn’t a shout.

They were both quiet now. The silence was filled with the bubbling of the lava and the gentle flow of molten mineral in the red river below. She felt like the mountain, ready to erupt, but bit her tongue. It was pointless to argue a losing battle.

“Why did you lie to me?” She heard him mutter. Link had his back turned to her, shoulders still hunched and tense with anger.

She looked away again. “I thought you would disapprove of the idea,” she admitted at last.

Link huffed. “Of course I would!” His voice rose with newfound temper. “You didn’t think it was a good idea yourself, did you?”

“It’s as I said,” Zelda steeled herself. “I knew the risks, but I knew you were with me, and would protect me as you always do.”

“What if I couldn’t protect you?” He shot back. “What if I was injured? What then? What would you have done?”

“But that didn’t happen—”

“It could have! And you would have been killed!” Link was back at Zelda in two short strides. “Not to mention, you put me in danger too!”

“I—”

“You’re so reckless!” He was yelling again. “You always do these stupid things, putting us in danger for dumb reasons like research! Why do you do this?!”

“It’s not ‘dumb’—”

“Yes it is!”

Zelda drew in a quick breath as Link took her shoulders in his grip again. There was no escape this time, nowhere for his eyes to run but to his. Those beautiful eyes, where anger, desperation and pain all burned an icy blue. Chills ran down her spine, but her gaze hardened.

“Don’t you know how worried I get when you do these things?” Link’s voice softened the slightest bit. Hints of a grimace played on his lips. “I don’t want you to get hurt. You know that, right?”

She nodded.

“I can’t lose you again.”

Link searched for a response, and found one in the tears that formed in Zelda’s eyes. The grip on her shoulders loosened. He reached forward, a smooth, slow motion, and she complied as he wrapped her into one of his signature bone-crushing hugs.

It was quiet for a few moments. Her tears fell in little droplets onto his shoulder, indiscernible from the sweat he was still soaked in from the battle.

She didn’t embrace him back at first.

“I’m sorry for yelling,” he whispered.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” she muttered back. “You’re right. I’m sorry for being so reckless.”

Somehow, his hold on her tightened. It was suffocating. Not just physically, but almost akin to the feeling of drowning. Lost in a sea of emotion.

“Don’t lie to me about this stuff anymore, okay?” He asked.

She could only nod into his shoulder.

“Promise?”

She nodded again.

She felt his lips on the side of her head, and only then did she finally, finally allow herself to feel comforted. Her arms wrapped around his waist and she pulled him close.

“Well, bright side,” Link’s voice lost its weight. “We made a small fortune today. That Talus had a diamond in its gut.”

Zelda laughed. Not quite enough to lift her spirits, but just enough to bring a smile to her hero’s face.

*****

I…. liked this ask so much that I had to both write and draw >>;;;;; 

:’D :’D 

sorry for the angst hahahahahahahahahahaha. Thanks so much for the ask!

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Hi rez version of this ask

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(BOTW) A Sobering Confession

RATED: T (Mild language, Alcohol) 

SYNOPSIS: Inspired by this post. Zelink, Set Post-Calamity. Starts cute but goes downhill fast XD Enjoy!

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“I should have anticipated this,” Zelda groaned. She slumped over, shoulders hunched as she stirred her glass of hydromelon juice.

Over the past few hours the Gerudo bar grew lively, filled with the sounds of laughter and merrymaking. Zelda turned to face the room, watching her goofy hero flounce about.

Two Gerudo vai lounging in the back thought it might be fun to teach Link a few of their traditional dances. It was painfully obvious that he had succumbed to the pleasant buzz of alcohol, having already downed two entire Noble Pursuits. And then some. So, they deemed him the most gullible of the crowd and plucked him right from his seat. While Zelda—who’d had a few drinks herself—was immune to their charms, Link allowed them to whisk him to the middle of the room without a second thought. Never with a sober mind would he, dressed as a vai or otherwise, attempt any kind of dance in general, let alone a Gerudo one.

But he was doing so now, and Zelda could see the wrinkles of a bright smile shine from his eyes. He must have been grinning from ear to ear underneath the opaque face veil.

At least he’s having fun, Zelda reminded herself. Her gaze softened, and a smile graced her own face as she basked in his happiness.

In truth, it was a comedic scene. Link stood between the two Gerudo, who both towered over the tiny Hylian “vai”, copying their steps verbatim. Or at least he tried to. It was clear the alcohol was beginning to affect him, as each swing of the hip and rhythmic step became more and more sluggish. The fact that there was no music in the room didn’t help his tempo. He fell flat on his butt more times than he’d clear-headedly care to admit, but each time his laughs grew louder.

Laughter from Link was rare, and whenever Zelda heard his breathy voice chuckle it caught her off guard. Thus, her smile grew, looking almost as cheery as the gleeful boy trying to spin in circles a few feet away from her.

Link must have spotted her smiling, for his whirl stopped dead in its tracks. His eyes met hers for a moment, and she could have melted from the sweet, almost sickening amount of affection he displayed.

“What?” Zelda scoffed, feeling a tad bit uncomfortable from his puppy-dog eyes. Link whispered something, but the sound didn’t reach Zelda’s ears. “Hm?” Her head cocked to one side and she crossed her arms.

The intoxicated Hylian crossed the room, not quite in a straight line, and plopped down on the stool next to Zelda’s. He propped his head up with one arm, elbow leaning against the table. She could still see the hints of a smile lighting up his eyes as he spoke.

“Are you a goddess, because I could swear you’re glowing right now.”

Zelda fought back a cringe but failed to suppress a loud snort. If she was sipping her drink, she would have spewed it all over her hero. It was one of, if not the worst pickup lines she’d ever heard.

For whatever reason, though, when it came from Link it felt oddly flattering. Doubly so from his love struck gaze. Her heart made a familiar thump as a chill rushed through her. Something she felt quite often those days, since the two officially became a pair.

To clear her head, Zelda lifted her glass of hydromelon juice to her lips and looked away for a moment. The drink was refreshing, to say the least, but in spite of her efforts she could feel her cheeks heating to a bright pink color.

“Is that so?” The princess mused after a little while, not wanting to keep her hero waiting. “Am I bright?”

“Blinding.”

Thump.

Zelda snickered, rolling her eyes at Link, who now fully leaned his head onto the table. “Stop staring,” she pouted, almost annoyed by how adorable he was.

“Why?” Link flat out whined. “You’re the girl of my—” he hiccuped, speech a little slurred “—dreams, so I can gawk a little, right? Please?” Zelda could swear his eyes grew two or three sizes larger, despite how dilated his pupils already were from drinking.

“Oh, goddess, give me strength,” the princess muttered under her breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. Her cheeks felt molten, like a fire chu chu set them ablaze. She was sure her face was red as a cherry. Despite her embarrassment, however, when she stole a glance from Link she couldn’t help but laugh. The boy looked far too pleased with himself for his own good.

She turned back to face him, unable to hide from that cute, innocent expression his eyes reflected. “You flatter me too much, my silly hero,” Zelda teased with a smile. He giggled like a child.

Her hand lifted to Link’s head to tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear. In response, he leaned a little closer and closed his eyes, breathing a sigh of contentment.

Another small smile grew from within Zelda. She savored these little moments of peace, as they’d grown far and few in between lately. It had been hard to spend some quality time with her hero after the rebuilding of the kingdom began, so even though she was normally opposed to a night out drinking, she accepted it as a date when Link offered.

It had been worth it so far.

The princess’s gaze softened, amused as the hair strand she tried to tuck kept falling back out of Link’s ear, refusing to be placed. It must have been a cowlick. She didn’t mind, however. It just gave her an excuse to study his features more.

After learning her hair-tucking attempts were futile, Zelda trailed her fingers from his temple to his jawline. Link’s skin was warm and surprisingly rough. Not quite like sandpaper, but weathered, littered with tiny scars invisible to the naked eye. From his countless number of reckless adventures, no doubt. She liked to imagine some of their stories. Many of them she’d heard from her hero, but others were sealed shut through tight lips.

Once Zelda had enough of teasing his skin, she caressed his cheek with her thumb, cupping it in her palm. Link hummed, relaxed by her touch. It looked like he would fall asleep.

“I think my mom used to do that,” he muttered out of the blue.

This snapped the princess back to reality. Zelda blinked, unsure if she heard him correctly. “Your mother?” She probed, curiosity spilling forth as her logical mind overruled her emotions. Link nodded, so she continued. “You remember her?”

Link was quiet for a while. His eyes opened and his brow furrowed, and she could see him searching through the many blank spaces of memories that were still lost to him.

“No,” he answered. “Everything’s a blur.” Zelda’s shoulders sagged, but Link hadn’t finished his thought. “I can hear a—a woman singing a song, though. She’s brushing my hair. She’s very gentle, and I—” His voice died in his throat, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

Zelda only noticed now that he was shaking.

“Hey.” Link’s sudden change in demeanor alarmed the princess. “What’s the matter?” Her tones were soft, subtle and gentle. She leaned closer to her hero, placing a tender hand on his back.

Link flinched. He shrugged her hand off of him, acting rather childish as he buried his face into his arms. Zelda smiled at first, finding it amusing, but it fell when she heard him sniffling.

A few of the Gerudo turned their heads. They were curious of the situation, but Zelda signaled to leave them be.

“Link,” The princess cooed in a quiet voice, dipping her head down to meet his face. “What’s this about?” With his consent, she rubbed his back in slow circles.

Link’s first words were inaudible. They were lost amongst the sleeves and sniffles, so Zelda asked him again.

“Why am I so broken?” he babbled, and his face met hers. When he turned his head, she saw his eyes were reddened and his cheeks stained with tear tracks, and her heart gave a painful throb.

It was the alcohol that heightened Link’s emotional state. The normally kind, yet guarded (and surprisingly witty) hero was reduced to a blubbering mess in mere minutes, thanks to strong drink. To anyone else who knew him, it would be a scene worthy for the history books.

But Zelda, who knew him better than anyone else, couldn’t hide her frown. A familiar ache stirred in her chest. A drowning sensation of guilt followed. His brokenness was caused by his fragmented mind—a fragmented mind from the hundred-year sleep she put him in.

“You’re not broken,” she whispered in assurance for them both.

“But I am,” Link protested. “I want to mourn them, so badly.” His voice trailed off in a whimper, and he sucked in a breath as he sat up a little to face Zelda. “But I can’t even do that. I can’t remember them,” he shook his head. “My parents, my friends, the old kingdom. It’s all a black void.”

So that’s why he’s upset, Zelda surmised. Her heart ached for her hero. “That’s not your fault,” she tried to excuse in a murmur. Her voice was shaking as well, she realized, but ignored it. “And, you know, you are mourning them. Just by the fact that you wish to remember them, you are mourning them.” She was rambling now, but words just kept flowing from her mouth. “I am so sorry that you were forced into this without a choice, that your memories were taken from you. And if there was anything at all I could have done differently, I would…I would have…”

She stopped, seeing that her words appeared to have the opposite effect of consolation. Link’s head hung low and he shuddered. His hands were pressed to his cheeks, teeth clenched to keep himself quiet, and still she could see tears rolling off his palms.

The back of Zelda’s throat burned. A sting of tears glazed her own eyes over, but she willed them away with a long exhale. She stopped rubbing his back.

“Mipha…” She heard Link mumble. “Mipha was my friend, right?”

Zelda just nodded, even though Link wasn’t looking at her. Every word died in her throat.

“And Urbosa?” He asked like she had answered.

“O-of course.”

“And Daruk.”

“Daruk, too.”

“And Revali. Even though he seemed like an ass.”

Zelda laughed once. “Even Revali.”

“Then why do they feel so far away?” Link hissed. Zelda didn’t speak, waiting for him to finish. “The few memories I have of them, they don’t feel real. It feels like they’re still strangers to me. It’s so wrong.” He hiccuped again. Then, he did something odd.

Link straightened his posture with a slow unsteady breath. He opened his eyes, gaze fixed on the pale moon gleaming through the open window. The miserable expression on his face flattened, his eyes taking on a familiar, chilling emptiness.

It was something Zelda hadn’t seen in him in over a century.

Her heart broke.

“When I first went to Zora’s Domain,” Link’s voice lost its tremor, and instead it sounded hollow. “Many of the Zoras recognized me. They were very excited at first—one of them even called me by a nickname. It was really hard to be there when they realized I’d forgotten them. I felt so heavy, and I wanted to cry and scream ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Believe me, I’m trying to remember!’.” Link swallowed hard, then paused. His drunken mind struggled to catch up with his thoughts.

“Then I remembered Mipha. A single memory of her, just her, on top of Vah Ruta. I was grateful that I finally recalled at least one thing, but it wasn’t enough. She and everyone else…even though I was told time and time again ‘we used to play in the river’, ‘you’re our friend’, ‘she loved you’, they were all blank spaces in my mind.” He closed his eyes. “They still are.”

Zelda’s composure cracked. The forlorn look in Link’s eyes after his long speech snapped the last string, and everything erupted forth like a dam bursting from within.

Her guilt. Her anger. His anger. Their grief.

It all flowed in streams of tears from her eyes, and she was powerless to stop it.

Zelda was quiet at first, muffling her sniffles by burying her face into the sleeve of Link’s arm band. He didn’t stop her or push her away, sitting motionless as she gripped the loose fabric of his shirt so taught it might tear, rambling apologies and murmuring pointless things about his memories.

How she wished there was something she could do to help. How she couldn’t fathom the pain of waking with nothing more than a name and a voice for guidance. How selfish she was for thinking he would be fine with this.

Pointless things.

Her cries grew louder.

“Don’t cry,” Link’s voice was soft. Zelda felt him shift, one hand curling around her back and pulling her close, the other cradling the top of her head in the nook of his arm. He held her a little too tightly, as he always did. The side of her face smushed into his chest and his cheek nestled into her hair, ruining her braid. “Please don’t cry, Zelda.”

“You don’t cry, you big baby,” Zelda mocked. The retort was both childish and utterly ridiculous, but she couldn’t help herself. She could still feel his hot tears drip onto her forehead and into her hair. “This is your fault!”

Perhaps drink had finally taken to her as well.

***

The next morning Link’s eyes were still red, but this time from the relentless throb of a hangover.

He groaned, rising as a redead would from his bed: hair disheveled, face veil down under his chin (he’d forgotten to take it off), cheeks puffy, eyes burning.

“What the hell happened last night,” he grumbled in annoyance.

Zelda, who was already preparing an unappetizing hangover cure, laughed. Link flinched at the sound. “You tell me,” she whispered, handing the drink to him.

Outwardly, she was calm. Inwardly, her heart raced.

The hero made a face at the glass, but downed the elixir in one gulp. He couldn’t help but gag, though. “I don’t know,” he flailed his arm in a lazy gesture. “Some of the women dragged me to the middle of the bar. I think.”

Zelda raised an eyebrow. “That’s all you remember?” She asked with care, but slight hints of relief traced her brow.

Link shrugged. “More or less.”

“Really?”

Link shot her a defensive look. “I wasn’t that drunk.”

The princess snorted. The pure relief bubbled up through her chest in laughter. It left her hero stupefied, but she was silently thanking the sisters for saving her from an awkward conversation this morning. She fretted all night over what turned out to be nothing at all.

Instead of leaving Link completely clueless, she egged, “You started flirting with me.” That much was true.

Link’s confusion only worsened, however. “That’s not weird,” he pointed a finger. “We’re together!”

Zelda’s smile spread into a mischievous grin. This is payback for making me cry, she thought as she fibbed, “You inquired me if I was single. When I claimed I wasn’t, you started bawling like a child.”

The raw, unrefined horror cast on Link’s face made the whole night worth it.

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let them rest

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(BOTW) Surprise!

RATED: G

SYNOPSIS: Zelda decides to throw Link a surprise birthday party! Cute and fluffy with a sprinkle of sad. Zelink. Post-calamity. Spoiler Warning! Enjoy!

“A little to the right, Sidon. If you please.”

Zelda’s gesture mimicked her suggestion, eyeing the banner the tall Zoran prince fidgeted with. “There. Perfect.” She nodded her approval and smiled.

She didn't mean to micromanage these minute details, but she just couldn't help herself. Today was a very special occasion.

Link’s seventeenth birthday—give or take a century.

It dawned on her as the first sweltering heat wave of summer hit Hyrule: cicadas a buzz, forehead dripping with sweat, the distant rumble of a thunderous storm. All were little reminders, hints of memories from a long time ago.

She'd nearly forgotten the tale Link’s father told her of his son’s birth. Such a storyteller, he was. Always rambling or humming a tune or doting about his wife and boy. The polar opposite of Link. The hero took on his mother’s more quiet, reserved demeanor.

Zelda’s smile turned stale when she remembered them. They were warm people, like candlelights glowing in the dark.

Snuffed out too soon.

Too many other lights, flickered out all at once.

“Where should I put the cake, your highness?” asked Paya, her voice so soft it barely registered.

This snapped Zelda back into her previous state of mind. “Oh.”

The fruitcake Paya baked was small—too small for the twenty-something guests currently storming Link’s Hateno home. Luckily, other than Zelda, most of them didn't care for sweets. It was embellished with strawberries (Zelda’s favorite) and wild berries (Link’s favorite), and even though the frosting was a little lopsided, it still looked exquisite. And delicious.

“It would do best in the middle of the table. Perhaps surrounding the other dishes? It's a beautiful cake, Paya. It deserves to be the center of attention.”

“Th-thank you, Princess!” Paya blushed at Zelda’s compliment. “I will do that right away.” And she was off again, her feet quick and quiet with hints of subtle grace in her gait.

At first, Zelda thought a small celebration would best suit her hero. A cake, a warm meal, and maybe some good wine for the occasion. A few friends, too.

Little did she know Link had more than “a few” friends.

She had known that Link met many people in his travels, but she didn’t expect half the country to spread word of his birthday. Despite such short notice on invitations, to her delight, there would be no room to spare in his tiny cottage. Filled to the brim with friends, ready to celebrate. A good problem to have!

“I'm finished setting up the chairs, Princess,” Yunobo claimed in his usual, timid manner. “Is there anything else you want me to do before he gets back?”

“It seems the preparations are complete, for the most part,” Zelda informed them. “We should start rounding everyone together.” The people paused to listen. “Purah is likely finished sending him on his wild cucco chase.”

“Do you think he found out?” Yunobo asked with hesitation, yet the princess could sense his excitement from the way he hid his wide-lipped grin behind his huge fists.

At this, Zelda showed him a confident smile. “I'm sure not. I certainly gave him no hints this morning—not that I could. Purah whisked him away before dawn.”

Zelda hadn't, in fact. Hadn’t had the time to reveal anything. Her busy schedule left her away from her hero for quite a time. So much so that she’d even neglected to ask him about plan or—more importantly—what he wanted for a gift. To keep the surprise from reaching him, the others had inquired Zelda of gift ideas, so there would be no reason for him to suspect anything.

“Princess!” The door swung open, revealing an out-of-breath Nebb. “He’s coming back!”

At his warning, a feeling of tension akin to electricity filled the room. “Alright, everyone,” Zelda called. “Places!”

She watched as they piled in the back of the room. The calls and shouts of excitement were shushed into harsh whispers by others, and as Zelda joined them, she could feel the rapid pulse of adrenaline rushing through her veins. A shared feeling between them all.

The world fell quiet as the group watched the door. Faint murmurings echoed from the other side, presumably that of Link and Purah. A squeaky child’s voice, followed by the low hum from an adult. Zelda grinned.

The door swung open, and—

“Surprise!”

The joyous call was so loud it startled her poor hero. Link flinched back, eyes as wide as a Hinox. Before he could react further, his friends and acquaintances flooded him, surrounding the boy with cheers. “Happy Birthday!”  

Zelda chuckled. The look of shock on his face was so genuine, she might have even thought that…oh.

Her smile fell.

But Link’s didn’t. It spread into a warm, real smile, the kind that he rarely ever showed. As the calls finally settled, he gave a simple, “Thank you, everyone.”

Not the speech they expected, but they were appeased nonetheless.

As the festivities began, and the people settled into the rhythm of a celebration, Zelda finally approached him. Link stayed behind, still at the door. He seemed content to watch his friends for now. But she could see, behind the smile on his face there was a mind racing with thoughts. His eyes trailed the banner—Happy Birthday Link—multiple times. Like he allowed the phrase to sink in.

He didn’t move when Zelda stood next to him. Neither did she. It was quiet in their corner, sound only broken by the distant hum of Kass’s accordion.

As the sinking feeling of guilt fell further into her stomach, Zelda’s gaze lowered to the floor. “You didn’t know it was your birthday, did you.” She admitted, less of a question and more of a statement.

It was a long few moments before he answered. “Well, I can say I was genuinely surprised.”

Zelda gave a single, dry laugh, but couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye.

It had been over two years since he awoke, and almost a year since Zelda’s return. All that time, and he didn’t even know the day of his birth. There were still so many things lost to him; so many things Zelda never thought someone could lose. Knowing the day of her birth felt as natural as sunlight on her skin.

All the more reason he must have felt so foreign to this world.

“I’m sorry,” Zelda whispered the apology in between thoughts.

“Why?” Link asked in response. “It’s not your fault.” She felt a hand on her shoulder. It pulled her closer, until her hero had snaked his arm around the back of her waist. Zelda adjusted, standing still in his embrace, but not settling. “I never asked.”

“Nor did I speak of it,” She answered. Her voice was soft, laced with sadness, but she did not falter. “I should have said something to you.”

“And ruin the surprise? Nah,” Link dismissed the criticism with a laugh and the wave of his hand.

Zelda felt him shift again. She watched him rise to the tips of his toes, then finally met his gaze as he leaned forward to plant a tender kiss on her forehead. The gesture was a small one, but enough to ease the princess’s worries, and an out-of-place giggle escaped her. Just the thought of Link on his toes to kiss her was adorable. One of the many things she loved about him.

“Thank you, Zelda,” he whispered, and a shiver ran down her spine. “Really. I couldn’t be more grateful.”

And at once, the tension dissipated. “Happy birthday, my hero.” Zelda muttered in return and leaned wholly onto him, resting her head on his. She smiled. Deeply.

Link chuckled. He leaned back to her, content to plant another kiss on the side of her cheek. The pair lingered at the door for a little while longer, happy to watch their friends—most new, but a few old—celebrate.

“So, how old am I today?” Link piped up, a little smirk still gracing him as he looked to his princess for answers.

Zelda’s smile widened into a grin. “Seventeen,” she declared. “An official adult. Congratulations!”

“Huh.” It was quiet for a moment before she felt Link tense. He stared up at her, astonished. “Wait, I’m younger than you?!”

She’d never laughed harder in her life.

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Art ask!? Butterflies really like Link so they're always congregating around him. He's half-pleased half-annoyed, meanwhile Zelda keeps taking pictographs and captioning them like "lord of butterflies" and such (idk I'm sick and loopy sorry XD)

I feel like Zelda would be snapping candid shots of him constantly, regardless.

He’d probably go through the album one day and just give her that look. “Why are you like this…” 

but secretly you know he finds it adorable.