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Blog intro! That I'm finally getting around to after several years lol.
Hi there! I’m Peggy, Sky Floor, Floor, Skyward, or Peg if you like.
Basically any variation of my username is fine.
I'm a Christian gal, muddling my way through life 👍
This is my Legend of Zelda/Linkeduniverse blog, the home of all my Zelda stuff I reblog and create. I’m a writer and random theory person mostly, but I also draw and reblog a lot of stuff, talk about the loz games, and bust out various insane AUs every so often. I also never shut up. sorry.
Writing tag is #writing from the floor
Talk tag is #rambles from the floor
And my ao3, Skyward_Arpeggio
I also make an effort to tag everything for easy organization and proper warnings, but I can't catch everything. I do my best though. Also no political discussions or NSFW, please. I try to keep this a lighthearted space, so please respect that.
I'm always willing to talk Zelda/Lu, and have an unhealthy amount of lore memorized, so don't be afraid to shoot me an ask if you wanna chat :D
Some of my projects and AUs I'm working on:
Linked Universe Incredibles AU, a semi-modern superhero au, where I basically dumped the lu boys into the Incredibles movie(s). If you're looking for family stuff, superpowers, and way too much angst, this is the au for you. You can find the masterpost of everything here, or look for it under the tag: #incredibles au, and all the writing I've done for it under: #incredibles au fic. (also on ao3!)
Sundelion AU is a totk au where Link and Zelda are married pre-totk, and there are two dragons around the sky islands when Link wakes up. What's going on? Link doesn't know. Link to the fic.
Brethren in a Cradle, my longest-running and most intense plot-wise project (with the very slow updates 😭). The chain gain an unusual addition to their ranks, and somehow Wild is a dad now. Wait, all of them are. Oops. Link to the fic on tumblr, but it's also on ao3.
Hyrule Dragon Warriors, which is a hyrule warriors au in which Link's dad is Volga, and his mom is Impa. Yeah. Family drama. You can find the masterpost of fics here, or look under: #hdw au. (also on ao3!)
I have four original Zelda stories I'm working on, one that I just call Lost AU, one Swamp Link, one Hero of Sages, or Berry Link, and the latest, the Mom Zelda AU.
Lost is about a Link who's corrupted very early in the story, and Zelda sets out to save him and the kingdom. You can find the masterpost of fics here, or under the tag #Lost.
Hero of Sages is about a Link who has six older sisters... who happen to be six of the seven maidens needed to bring back Ganon. There's also some messy political issues going on with the queen, Zelda, and Zelda's older brother. You can find it under #hero of sages.
Swamp Link is about a Link who was raised by Zora in a swamp. Think Florida man, but LOZ. Most of his Hyrule is wetland, lots of Zora around, and there's also a cult. Very exciting. His fic masterlist is here, and you can also look for him under #Swamp Link.
Mom Zelda is about a Link who is the son of Zelda, who's somewhat on the run after Ganondorf takes over the kingdom. There's not a lot to this one yet, but you can find it under #mom zelda au. (masterlist here)
You can also find my own all the links from the games go on an adventure together au at the tag: #Courage of Ages. There isn't a whole lot posted on here about them, but I always love talking about my boys :)
I have much more than this though, AUs/projects and other stuff I’ve written, but I'm going to put it under the cut (...still under editing so it's messy and unfinished!)
The past five years I've participated in the whumptober challenge! I did half of 2021's for lu, and in 2022 and 2023 I did all 31 days for lu! You can find the list for 2021 here, the ones for 2022 here, the 2023 ones here, the ones for 2024 here and the ones for 2025 here (or find them all on my ao3 (see above), as well as some ao3-only bonus scenes!).
Kitty Wind, which is exactly what it sounds like. Wind touches Twilight's crystal, and finds himself as... a cat. A tiny, fluffy, adorable little cat. Needless to say, he isn't thrilled. You can find it under #kitty wind or read the fic on ao3!
LU Star Wars AU is also exactly what it sounds like, it's just a star wars au with the lu boys (and other zelda characters yaaaay). Not a lot yet, but three chapters are out so far (on tumblr and ao3).
A Royal Castletown Wedding is basically just me borrowing the my little pony wedding episode and turning into a goofy lu fic. Nearly finished!
Accidental Domestication, silly stories about the chain and wolves and them being Disney princesses, basically.
Scales and Gills, a collection of Mermaid Legend fics.
The Twilight Turns (true form au), which is a fic in which Midna returns to her true form much sooner than in canon. She and Link's relationship changes a good bit because of this. On ao3.
Pup is only two fics for now, but I have more planned for this idea! Dark Link goes back in time, and after the chain when they're too small to defend themselves. Unfortunately for Dink, he doesn't bet on them having protectors in the form of their predecessors.
Many Courses of Love which is a series of loz fics exploring the different Links and how they're loved (mainly zelink, but a few other ships, as well as familial love too :)
Up in Arms, a hyrule warriors fic in which Link loses an arm in the fight against the Dark Links.
Botw Dark Link AU, an AU I don't talk about much, but post-botw the Yiga decide to make a Dark Link in order to defeat Link himself once and for all. They, of course, screw it up.
Downfall IAU is just the incredibles AU only angstier. Much, much angstier. Here's the big ol' masterlist.
I may be forgetting some things, but these are all my main projects I believe!
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Sorry this was slightly delayed, I’ve been all over the place today and then decided to end this chapter in a different place then I had it originally ending. It needed a bunch of editing!
Tulin’s question is soft in the early morning, the sun not yet risen over the mountains surrounding Rito Village. Link nods in reply, his legs swinging where they hang over the edge of the platform, and smooths his tunic where part of it got scrunched.
Tulin nods back, his feathers lightly brushing Link’s side. “I thought so. You look ready, Link.”
“Yeah?” Link asks, and Tulin grins.
“Yeah. And you seem... better, too. Ready and better.”
Link smiles, crisp Rito air blowing past his face. They’re sitting together on Revali’s Landing, watching the sunrise together before the stores open and Link can get the supplies he came here for.
He... does actually feel ready.
The Master Sword is on his back, his pack is almost full of supplies. He’s found plenty of shrines, and feels more like his old self, strength-wise at least. He’s pretty sure he won’t ever really be the same, but at least he doesn’t constantly feel the gloom in his arm now. He has the power of the sages and their vows, and he knows he can count on them.
He’s ready to face the Demon King.
Tulin’s face falls a little then for some reason, but when Link looks at him, he manages to hold onto a smile. “How’s Zelda been? And... um, your daughter?”
“They’re... good,” Link replies softly, a painful sort of warmth filling him. “...As good as they can be, I guess. It’s hard to tell sometimes. But they’re all right.”
“I’m glad,” Tulin smiles, and turns to look back at the brightening sky. “...Do you know when you’re going to go fight him?”
“Today,” Link answers immediately. “No later than tomorrow.”
Tulin makes a trill of excitement, and he ruffles his feathers, giving a little hop in place.
“That’s great, Link! Is there any way I can help? I can come along, right? Me and the other sages too, we’re ready to help!”
Link smiles, but shakes his head. “I want you to stay here and keep your people safe, Tulin. I have your vow, and the other sages’ as well. I’ll be fine. It’ll be like you’re right there with me.” It’s too dangerous for you to come along.
And this way if I fail... Hyrule will still have a line of defense to fall back on.
Tulin droops a little, but he nods, a maturity in his expression that never used to be there. “...That’s right, I will. And my avatar will help you take him out, easy-peasy!”
“That’s right,” Link says, and stands as morning sunlight falls across the village. “...Thank you, Tulin.”
The Rito blinks. “What for?”
“For helping me. For stepping into your role. You’ve been a big help, and I’m proud to fight beside you,” he says with a small smile, and Tulin grins, and gives him a quick hug.
“I’m proud to fight beside you too. I know you can do it, Link!”
Link smiles, and ignores the sour note of doubt twisting his stomach.
He knows he’s ready. He’s planned as much as he possibly can, done everything he needs to do to prepare himself. But that doesn’t stop his thoughts from veering towards what might happen down there, how the battle might end.
He has the Master Sword, but last time... Ganondorf shattered it without a thought. Is it strong enough now? Can it really beat evil that’s been festering for so long? Can Link beat him, without losing another arm?
He swallows. Is it naive of him to think he can defeat an evil that countless people tried and failed to stop already? They fought a war trying to stop him. All the ancient sages, and Rauru, and Zelda couldn’t beat him.
What makes you think you can?
The sword on his back warms almost imperceptibly, and he breathes out as he follows Tulin to the general store.
Because Zelda planned this. Because this blade was created to defeat evil, and they didn’t have it back then. Because she’s been healing and strengthening it for more years than I can count, and her power goes with me in it.
Because I trust her.
And trusting Zelda has been easy for as long as he can remember.
His worries ease a bit, and along with Tulin’s upbeatness, Link feels better as he gathers the last supplies he needs, the sound of Kass’s daughters singing adding a pleasant note to the morning. Later he bids goodbye to Tulin and Teba and all the other Rito, and though not all of them know what he’s doing, they bid him a cheerful farewell.
He tries not to think about how it might be the last time he ever sees them.
A small ache goes through his arm, and he rubs it as he checks his supplies. He’s fully prepared to die doing this. A part of him is almost expecting it. As long as he takes down Ganondorf, it doesn’t really matter what happens to him, and he knows Impa and Purah can handle whatever needs to be done in the kingdom.
Stop that, he thinks firmly, giving himself a shake. You can’t just leave Zelda and Sundelion.
You have to at least try to live.
Link sighs, and looks up, scanning the skies. A distant shimmer twists through the clouds, and he follows it to the nearest Skyview Tower, launching up and landing on now-familiar fur and scales.
The Light Dragon stills her head, and Link settles down near the base of her horns, watching a thunderstorm rumble off in the distance.
“It’s time, Zelda. I’m going to end it,” he murmurs.
Zelda hums, and Link watches a distant flash of lightning as Sundelion pokes her head out of Zelda’s mane. She lets out a little chirp as she flies over to him, and he smiles, and greets her with a fond scratch on her head.
“I’m finally going to end it.”
He spends a while visiting the two of them, kissing his wife’s forehead, resting his own against hers for a long moment, wishing he could hear her voice again. Promises are whispered in her ears as he runs fingers through fur, and he memorizes everything he can about her.
Then he gently ruffles their baby’s mane, kissing her forehead too. He looks deep into her eyes, shades of blue and purplish-pink that shine like gemstones, and desperately cradles the piece of memory he’d been given in her tear.
Something of her was in there.
He’d heard a voice, not Zelda’s, not that strange otherworldly musical one. A child’s.
A baby. Their baby.
He hadn’t imagined it. He knew he hadn’t.
And the sheer hope that those few words had given him make him feel more ready to fight Ganondorf than anything else in his possession.
Sundelion coos, and Link kisses her head again, committing her to memory just in case the fight goes wrong. Just in case he fails.
“I know you’re in there,” he whispers, smoothing a hand along the side of her head. “Somehow you’re in there, Sunny. Even if you don’t know it. And we’re going to bring you and Zelda back.”
Even though every update he’s received from Impa has just been more news of no progress. Even if he’s starting to see the hope fade in her eyes, in the eyes of the others she’s added to their cause, replaced with a sad resignation.
Even if Mineru’s words still echo in his ears, her warning of the transformation being permanent tolling like funeral bells.
He still hopes anyway.
Sundelion looks back at him through her long lashes as he holds her, gaze still distant as ever while he brushes fingers through her mane. Then she abruptly licks his nose.
A startled laugh escapes him (he can’t even remember the last time he laughed), and then he finishes saying goodbye, placing a loose scale from her and a shard of Zelda’s horn into a pocket near his breast before skydiving below.
But before he goes to the castle, he goes to Hateno, and steps foot in their house for the first time in months.
It takes him a while to open the door, his fingers not quite willing to move. The floor creaks under his boots when he finally steps inside, and a now-familiar heaviness falls on his shoulders as he looks around. He came in here once after the Upheaval, but hasn’t come back since, too many painful memories soaked into every board and nail.
There’s dust on their furniture now. On the shelves and counter and floor. The flowers in the vase on the table are long dead, a few pictures crooked from the Upheaval’s quakes, and Link stands there for a long time, just looking at it all, and letting himself remember.
Then he carefully straightens the pictures on the wall. He blows dust off the table. He sweeps the floor, and tosses the shriveled flowers, placing a silent princess in the vase with plenty of water to sustain it.
Once the house is back in order, he walks out, and heads to Zelda’s room in the well. He places his book of notes on the dragons beside her diary, and runs a hand along the cover. If he doesn’t make it back, then... at least there will be a record of who the Light Dragon is. What she and their baby meant to him.
Then he finally heads for the Depths under Hyrule Castle.
If it’s the last thing he ever does, he’s going to kill Ganondorf. Nobody else is going to be hurt by him. Nobody else will have to grieve what he’s lost.
Hyrule will finally be free.
(...)
The Depths are always strange, and difficult to traverse at the best of times, but the ones below the castle are downright horrible.
Gloom coats everything, the pulsing red the only real source of light down here. Getting the singular light root helps, and the sages’ avatars grant a little light, but it’s still dark and awful and makes Link wildly uncomfortable. Getting through it all is a fight, mazelike ruins and caverns, countless monsters lurking in the darkness, gloom so thick in the air it makes Link ill.
He travels deeper and deeper, the weight of the earth above him seeming to press down on his shoulders. He starts to wonder if he’s just going in circles, his map unhelpful, every gloom-coated wall looking the same.
Worse yet is when the sages’ vows falter due to how deep he is in the earth. He notices their lights fading as he drops to a lower level, and ice forms in his stomach as they go out with silent flickers. They take his hope with them, and his reassurances to Tulin ring empty in his ears as he fights forward alone, running through more and more of his healing supplies, descending all the while.
He’s starting to think it’s never going to end.
Maybe he’ll just die down here, without ever even reaching Ganondorf.
Right as despair starts to sink its teeth into him, a concentration of gloom lights up below, different than the others. A flicker of hope reignites, and Link drops to what he hopes is finally the bottom of this awful place, gliding to a stop on the strange platform.
The gloom is so thick here he’s nearly sick, bile in his throat as he looks at the webbing of pulsing red. Ganondorf must be close, behind that mass of gloom that spreads outward like a mess of roots, or a many-legged beast, and he takes a deep breath.
It’s time.
Link steps forward, but before he can go any further, gloom swells, and solidifies into a swarm of monsters in front of him. More and more of them burst into existence, gloom twisting from the ground and creating dozens of beasts, eyes all fixed on him.
Link swallows, and draws his sword. The area is filled with monsters, all soaked in gloom, and a bead of sweat trickles down his brow. That’s a lot of enemies to take on alone, even by his standards.
This... may be too much.
The monsters rush forward as one, marbled skin gleaming in the dark. Link braces himself and raises his sword, but over the snarls and howls, a familiar cheerful cry rings out.
“You don’t have to fight alone, you know!”
Link whirls and the sages themselves appear and swoop to his aid, battle cries ringing around him as they land at his side. He stares in shock at them all, and Sidon grins at him, Yunobo pumping his fist in the air.
“How—”
“We felt the vows fade, we came to help!” Tulin interrupts, shooting a hail of arrows at the monsters that approach.
“You’re not alone, Link,” Riju says with a smile.
“We’re here to lend a hand!” Yunobo cheers.
“Or claw, as the case may be,” Mineru adds from her construct.
“Let us assist you!” Sidon adds as water builds on his spear. ”We shall take these beasts down! We shall save Hyrule together!”
Link looks around at them all, feeling a wonderful rush of gratitude as he meets their gazes, and nods, leaping into the fray with his friends at his side.
They may still be terribly outnumbered, but having allies to assist in fighting a near-army makes a big difference. It’s still a lot, but Link is much less overwhelmed as they fight together, using all of their abilities in tandem. He barely thinks as he fights, slipping easily into assisting whoever is beside him, and they tear into the horde, gloom bursting into the air as the monsters are slain.
Waves and waves of monsters reappear after dying, tougher foes bursting into existence from gloom. But Link and the others keep on, fighting viciously for their home.
He does his best to help all around the battlefield, assisting whenever someone falters, adding extra support to take down larger monsters. He ends up where Tulin and Yunobo are fighting together, and gives them a hand, keeping a moblin busy while they fight smaller foes.
Tulin shoots arrows at the monsters’ faces, and Yunobo runs in and swings at them while they’re distracted. Once the moblin is dead, Link covers Yunobo’s back until they clear their corner of the platform, and he runs to go help the others while Yunobo and Tulin catch their breaths.
Sidon bowls over a row of monsters as link runs up, and Riju shouts Link’s name, nodding at him. He gets into position as Riju snaps her fingers, and helps her aim, sending lightning right into the soaked monsters.
Electricity rushes through them and the puddle on the ground, the monsters screeching as they fade into dust.
Riju and Sidon continue on, and Link assists, occasionally darting away to help the others. Tulin flies above, shooting beast after beast, and surprises them with his winds, sending them right into Mineru’s powerful arms. She weaves through the battle, using the bulk of the construct to her advantage as Yunobo bowls over the taller beasts, and Riju follows behind, taking out any they miss.
All of a sudden Link realizes the platform is empty. No more monsters appear from the gloom, no more cries ring out.
The legion is defeated.
Link lowers his sword with a pant, and returns the smile that Sidon sends at him. Tulin lets out a cheer, but before they can do anything else, a roar echoes through the cavern.
It’s followed by several more, and something massive looms out of the pit to their backs, rows of wings and legs and a bitingly cold breeze. More shadows follow, all familiar, and to Link’s alarm the bosses of each temple rush out of the gloom and surround them, snapping pinchers and letting out chattering hisses, clattering footsteps and a nasty sucking, oozing noise.
The sages immediately form up, and Sidon tells him to go. Ganondorf is what matters, and they’ll handle this newest threat.
Link hesitates, looking at all his friends and meeting their determined eyes.
“Go, Link,” Riju says, and brandishes her swords. “End this.”
Hi! If you're still doing 3 sentence prompts, how about "smack" for either iau or Downfall iau? Also I've got your new Mom Zelda story saved to read soon, I'm excited! ^u^
(Incredibles au)
“What’s going on?” Twilight asked as he walked outside where a handful of his siblings were watching the sky, and Four pointed up, an interested look on his face.
“Wind’s trying to fly using the wind. He’s kinda succeeding?”
A screech came from above them, and Wind swerved past the two before slamming into a tree with a resounding smack.
Four winced, and Twilight ran over, Wind dizzily raising his head. “Wind! Are you okay?!”
Wind blinked a few times, then gave him a grin. “Yyyep!”
And in direct contrast to his answer, he then fell out of the tree.
Top tier whump. Legend’s helplessness, Warriors trying not to show his fear, sooooo good! I could feel Legend’s horror right along with him at what was about to happen, I love it
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Hello, it’s Nevermatch! How about “play” for the word game?
Hope you have fun with it (and that I’m not too late 😅)!
- Nevermatch
(Incredibles au)
“Hey, Wild, will you play a game with me?” Wind asked eagerly, and Wild looked up from the pieces of paper he’d been cutting up and folding into random shapes.
“That depends, what game?” he asked, and Wind lifted up a box, with... several more boxes stacked inside of it.
“Domino deluxe trouble checkers rush with dice and cards!” he said with a grin. “...I just invented it. I need someone to help test it with me, and Legend said it sounded stupid.”
Wild considered a moment, then grinned back. “Sounds chaotic. Count me in— Legend won’t know what he’s missing.”
“Wild,” Sky said through a mouthful of fruitcake, “this is the greatest thing I’ve ever eaten in my life.”
“I don’t even have the words to describe it,” Hyrule said in an amazed voice, staring at the cake as Wild beamed. “It’s... it’s just...”
“Delicious, fabulous, scrumptious...” Four listed off as he licked some icing from his lip, and Wind made a loud noise of agreement as he shoveled another piece of cake into his mouth.
“Scfwumphious,” he said emphatically, crumbs spilling from his mouth.
"Hey, wait, I know that guy," Link said as he pushed his way through the crowd, Feathers nestled on his shoulder. "That's the musician I was telling you about!"
"The one that gave you all the money?" Feathers said, and as Link nodded, he tried to peer through the crowd. "Where is he?"
"I saw him, just-- gah, one second," Link huffed, and elbowed his way through the crowd towards where he could hear a jaunty strain of music. Finally he shoved his way through to where a small fountain trickled, and he smiled, seeing the man standing beside it and playing his lute, a jar in front of him with a couple paltry rupees inside.
Link gave him a few greens he'd gotten recently as the bard finished his song, and he looked up at Link, a bright smile appearing on his face.
"Ah, it's my talented young assistant! What brings you to the city? Visiting relatives? Gathering supplies?"
"...A couple things," Link said, unwilling to be specific. "How did you get here?"
The musician chuckled. "I travel all over, lad, it's part of the job. Will you play with me again? You've got talent I rarely see, and I'd pay you for your trouble."
"I should be going," Link admitted, glancing up at the sky. "But thank you. I just wanted to say hello.”
The bard's smile never faded as he strummed quietly on his instrument, but Link saw his gaze flick to where Feathers was hidden in his hood. "Not even one tune?" he asked, then very intentionally plucked a series of notes.
Link didn't recognize the song, but Feathers suddenly stiffened, eyes going wide with memory.
He jerked forward, coming out of the cover of Link's hood, and stared at the musician, his feathers slightly fluffed up.
"How is it that you know that-- oh," Feathers said as he got a good look at the bard, and he seemed to grow smaller, suddenly. "...Oh."
Link looked at Feathers in confusion, then back at the musician, who had ceased his playing, and was now looking at Feathers intently.
"Ah my friend," the musician said softly, his mirthful face fading to a more grieved expression. "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"
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He knew it was a monster, knew it wasn't intelligent like Volga, knew it would gladly kill him without hesitation, and yet when Link stared up at the Argorok, he couldn't make himself raise his sword.
It roared, fire building at its jaws, and someone shoved Link out of the way as the flames scorched the ground where he'd just been standing.
"Go help your mother," Volga said, fire rippling around him, eyes narrowed in anger. "I'll deal with this."
Mom zelda au, seeing what Zelda is up to at the moment. This happens right after the whole raid on Kakariko stuff :)
Masterlist
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Zelda wrapped her arms tightly around herself as she paced in her room, a habit she thought she’d broken, but had fallen back into since her imprisonment here. It hadn’t even been that long, but the stress was already getting to her.
She crossed the room again, steps softly tapping the floor. She had a lot to think about, and she couldn’t handle sitting still right now.
Not while she was working on the best way to enact her plan.
Her fingers tapped on her arm as she paced. She knew she only had a matter of time before Ganondorf began trying to take the Triforce of wisdom from her in earnest— her only saving grace was that he’d been busy with other matters since she’d been brought here. He seemed in no hurry either, which worried her greatly. There was obviously little fear of her escaping.
But that had also been before Link had sent the burst of magic across Hyrule, one that she knew Ganondorf had felt. Everyone had felt it. She was deeply proud of her son for beginning what they’d slowly been building against Ganondorf all these years, but she was also worried sick for him.
Ganondorf knew she had a child. And now he knew the Hero had returned.
She just had to do everything in her power to stop him from figuring out those two were one and the same.
Her door suddenly opened, and Zelda flinched, turning and looking at the guard that came in. She was beginning to remember their faces, though she hadn’t figured out this one’s name yet.
“Your presence is required by his Majesty,” she said, and Zelda looked away.
“Tell him I’m busy,” she replied, still pacing, and her guard tapped her spear on the floor.
“It was not a request.”
Zelda’s steps slowed, and she looked longingly out her window as two other guards came into her room. There was no point in fighting it.
Will this be it? she wondered as the guards escorted her out and down the hallways, Zelda forced to speed her steps in order to keep up with their long strides. Is he finally going to make good on all his threats?
She swallowed. Link had been worried of torture when she’d talked to him in his dream, and though she’d reassured him, the thought had lingered heavily on her.
Goddesses give me strength.
It wasn’t long before they reached a room that had once been her father’s, one Zelda rarely entered. The lack of as many specific memories made the inside’s changed decor somewhat less jarring, but the change was still a surprise.
The room was draped in silk, large braziers lighting it in flickering light. A breeze came in through the windows, ripping the silks, and blew the smell of what Zelda thought was incense into her nose. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant, but she still stiffened as she was pulled forward and saw Ganondorf, reclining on a couch as he dined.
She’d known he was angry earlier. She could hear him raging at something, felt a flash of his power through her own piece of the Triforce. He seemed calm now, but as Zelda stood in front of him, there seemed to be something still churning beneath his calm expression, a rage barely held back.
Something has happened.
Ganondorf didn’t speak, busy with finishing the melon in front of him, and the silence stretched, Zelda beginning to sweat. Even with the open window it was much too warm in here.
“I’ve heard you’re quite the musician,” Ganondorf said suddenly, setting the melon rind aside. Zelda blinked, not expecting the comment.
Ganondorf snapped his fingers, and a servant stepped forward, holding a small harp.
“Play for me. It’s been a long day,” he said as the servant handed Zelda the harp, and she looked at the instrument. It seemed well cared for, the surface smooth, and when she ran a tentative hand along the strings, they sounded in tune. “Something slow.”
Zelda debated refusing, but a part of her calmed with an instrument in hand, a familiar weight in her arms. Music had always been a refuge, a comfort through hardship. She breathed out as her guards moved to stand by the door, and after briefly familiarizing herself with this particular instrument, began to play.
Notes drifted through the air, slow and leisurely. It was an old song she’d chosen to play, one that brought to mind smooth water and gently flowing streams. Ganondorf seemed pleased enough with it, and he leaned back as she played, her fingers rippling across the strings.
Ganondorf resumed his meal without a word, and Zelda didn’t look at him as she played, the tune soon falling to a close. He told her to play another, and Zelda complied, choosing another tune that was slow in its tempo.
She tried to get lost in the music, but her thoughts swirled, her fingers tense. It was impossible to be calm while in the same room as the man who’d taken so much from her. Impossible not to remember waking up in Kakariko after the castle had fallen, in pain so intense she could barely ask what had happened, Impa’s expression saying it all.
Zelda started another song when she finished that one without Ganondorf asking, and he nodded approvingly, something in Zelda bristling at his demeanor. How could he sit there and demand entertainment from her while he ground Hyrule under his foot? While he hunted her son? While he pretended this was just a casual dinner, and not yet another obvious show of his strength?
“That’s quite an unpleasant face, Zelda,” Ganondorf observed, and with a great deal of effort, she smoothed it. “Do you not enjoy your craft?”
“I have always enjoyed music,” she replied as she again shifted songs, this time to one that told the tale of a great hero of old, and his victory against a demon. Ganondorf must have recognized it, for his eyes narrowed.
“You’re quite the talented player,” he said, setting aside an empty dish, and picking up a goblet instead. “I suppose your child inherited that?”
Zelda did not reply.
Ganondorf waited a moment, then took a long sip of his drink, lowering it and setting it at the low table by his side.
“I thought you might like to know Kakariko has been burnt to the ground,” he said, and Zelda’s fingers missed a note. “The warrior we captured told us precisely where his home was. They stood no chance against our forces.”
Zelda kept her appearance calm, but inwardly she felt nothing but horror. Kakariko, the one refuge she knew of that was left fully hidden from Ganondorf... had been destroyed? Was Impa alive? Were any of them alive?
And worst of all, she’d sent Link to Kakariko.
Was he..?
“Were there survivors?” she couldn’t help but ask, and Ganondorf took another sip of wine.
“They scattered like rats. I’m sure some managed to crawl back into their holes, but we killed many. Amazing how much of a fight they put up, for so little gain.”
A hint of relief hit her past the grief. Surely they would’ve gotten Link away as soon as possible. And if Ganondorf had found Link, or Impa for that matter, he’d be gloating about it.
He’s safe. At least there’s that.
“We’ll track down whatever is left of them soon enough though,” Ganondorf said, and wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin. “They’ll all pay the price for helping a traitor to the crown. Courage is mine, and they’ve helped keep it from me.”
Zelda flicked her eyes up from the harp. “What are you going to do to them?”
Ganondorf smirked. “Their fate will be the same as the last holder of Courage. And then that miserable tribe will finally be out of my hair.”
“You’d wipe them all out?” she whispered, her notes sharp as she plucked the harp.
Ganondorf took another sip. “They’re my enemies, Zelda. I can’t have them all brought here as prisoners, they might get notions of freeing you. Better to cut the weeds out by the root.”
“Even the children?” she said sharply, and Ganondorf lowered his cup.
“Children grow up. And take revenge for their fallen parents. I’d be a fool to keep future threats alive.”
He met her eyes, and Zelda knew he wasn’t speaking only of Sheikah.
“Well I have no doubt they’ll slip through your fingers,” Zelda said with a burst of anger, changing to a more upbeat tune, one with a difficult rhythm to keep up with. “The Sheikah have had no trouble outsmarting you. After all, it took you this long to find them, and only after torturing one of their own.”
“I’d been on the verge of locating them for years,” Ganondorf said in a sharper voice. “I’ve quelled any rebellion they’ve sparked, purged any dissent in my kingdom.”
“Yet you were unable to get rid of them all in your little raid,” Zelda replied, her music speeding. “And still struggle to control your kingdom. Yet another failure of yours, Ganondorf.”
His nostrils flared. “Do not speak to me that way. It is only by my generosity that you still live at all.”
“You mean inability?” Zelda said idly, unable to stop herself from poking the beast in front of her with her words. She was tired of listening to his cruelty without being able to strike back, his promises of death against people she cared for. She was done listening to it. “I still hold Wisdom. You still don’t know the location of Courage, nor the whereabouts of my heir. It seems to me that you’re unable to get anything that you—”
“Silence,” Ganondorf snapped, that rage she’d seen earlier now bubbling up.
Against her better judgment, Zelda kept talking. “I have a strange feeling that Kakariko was not as great a victory as you’re making it out to be either. Courage has once again slipped your grasp. Hyrule’s magic is breaking free of your hold. It seems to me only a matter of time before the Hero—”
In one quick movement Ganondorf stood, grabbed a spear from one of his guards, and threw it at Zelda.
She lunged to the side, but it still caught part of her sleeve, making her gasp as her clothing was pinned to the wall. The guards and servants in the room stilled, and things seemed far too quiet without Zelda’s music.
“Get out,” Ganondorf said in a low voice, eyes burning gold, his hand the same color.
Zelda couldn’t make herself move. She knew she should tear herself free, but she was fixated on Ganondorf’s eyes, eyes she’d seen in countless dreams and visions of her people murdered and destroyed, eyes that burned with a hatred that felt directly focused in on her.
“I said GET OUT!” he roared, spilling his wine as he grabbed a sword from his belt.
Zelda finally managed to rip herself free as Ganondorf threw the sword, luckily missing her by a wider margin. The guards who’d brought her here quickly took her arms and pulled her out before Ganondorf could throw anything else, and the door boomed shut behind her, the sound of Ganondorf raging still legible through the door.
She noted suddenly that she was trembling.
Her guards practically had to carry her down the hallways until her legs behaved enough that she could walk, Zelda still shaking. Her old scars ached for some reason, and a thin trickle of blood traced down her arm where the spear had grazed her.
He could have killed her.
He would have killed her.
Both of her guards seemed unusually quiet as they marched, and Zelda risked a glance at them as she did her best to calm down.
“Does... does he often act like that?” she asked softly, not really expecting an answer. But one shifted a little at the question, and then breathed out.
“More than he used to,” she murmured, Zelda noticing a few streaks of silver in her red hair. “...He was a sweet boy, once.”
The other guard said something sharp in Gerudo, and the first shook her head, muttering something back. Zelda listened to them argue a moment, only able to pick out a word here and there, and distantly wished she’d learned more Gerudo over the years.
“He’s a great king,” the younger said finally, and despite the proud tilt of her head, Zelda thought she saw something fearful in the depths of her eyes. “The stresses of running such a large kingdom would get to anyone. And you’re a prisoner, you deserve his temper.”
Zelda merely nodded, noting the discussion to think through later when she felt more calm, and her guards escorted her into her rooms, then locked the door behind them as they left.
Then Zelda sank down onto the closest chair, trembling as she felt at her ripped sleeve.
She’d pushed too far. She’d seen his anger, and yet when he’d mentioned Link and what he’d done to Kakariko, she’d let her emotions get the better of her, and pressed every button of Ganondorf’s she could think of. And it hadn’t done any good.
She couldn’t fight him like that.
It’s time to enact the plan, she thought with a heavy swoop of dread in her stomach, managing to stand in order to look for something to wrap her arm. Before he kills Link... or me.
She swallowed, and ran a trembling hand along her faintly bleeding arm.
Mom zelda au, seeing what Zelda is up to at the moment. This happens right after the whole raid on Kakariko stuff :)
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Zelda wrapped her arms tightly around herself as she paced in her room, a habit she thought she’d broken, but had fallen back into since her imprisonment here. It hadn’t even been that long, but the stress was already getting to her.
She crossed the room again, steps softly tapping the floor. She had a lot to think about, and she couldn’t handle sitting still right now.
Not while she was working on the best way to enact her plan.
Her fingers tapped on her arm as she paced. She knew she only had a matter of time before Ganondorf began trying to take the Triforce of wisdom from her in earnest— her only saving grace was that he’d been busy with other matters since she’d been brought here. He seemed in no hurry either, which worried her greatly. There was obviously little fear of her escaping.
But that had also been before Link had sent the burst of magic across Hyrule, one that she knew Ganondorf had felt. Everyone had felt it. She was deeply proud of her son for beginning what they’d slowly been building against Ganondorf all these years, but she was also worried sick for him.
Ganondorf knew she had a child. And now he knew the Hero had returned.
She just had to do everything in her power to stop him from figuring out those two were one and the same.
Her door suddenly opened, and Zelda flinched, turning and looking at the guard that came in. She was beginning to remember their faces, though she hadn’t figured out this one’s name yet.
“Your presence is required by his Majesty,” she said, and Zelda looked away.
“Tell him I’m busy,” she replied, still pacing, and her guard tapped her spear on the floor.
“It was not a request.”
Zelda’s steps slowed, and she looked longingly out her window as two other guards came into her room. There was no point in fighting it.
Will this be it? she wondered as the guards escorted her out and down the hallways, Zelda forced to speed her steps in order to keep up with their long strides. Is he finally going to make good on all his threats?
She swallowed. Link had been worried of torture when she’d talked to him in his dream, and though she’d reassured him, the thought had lingered heavily on her.
Goddesses give me strength.
It wasn’t long before they reached a room that had once been her father’s, one Zelda rarely entered. The lack of as many specific memories made the inside’s changed decor somewhat less jarring, but the change was still a surprise.
The room was draped in silk, large braziers lighting it in flickering light. A breeze came in through the windows, ripping the silks, and blew the smell of what Zelda thought was incense into her nose. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant, but she still stiffened as she was pulled forward and saw Ganondorf, reclining on a couch as he dined.
She’d known he was angry earlier. She could hear him raging at something, felt a flash of his power through her own piece of the Triforce. He seemed calm now, but as Zelda stood in front of him, there seemed to be something still churning beneath his calm expression, a rage barely held back.
Something has happened.
Ganondorf didn’t speak, busy with finishing the melon in front of him, and the silence stretched, Zelda beginning to sweat. Even with the open window it was much too warm in here.
“I’ve heard you’re quite the musician,” Ganondorf said suddenly, setting the melon rind aside. Zelda blinked, not expecting the comment.
Ganondorf snapped his fingers, and a servant stepped forward, holding a small harp.
“Play for me. It’s been a long day,” he said as the servant handed Zelda the harp, and she looked at the instrument. It seemed well cared for, the surface smooth, and when she ran a tentative hand along the strings, they sounded in tune. “Something slow.”
Zelda debated refusing, but a part of her calmed with an instrument in hand, a familiar weight in her arms. Music had always been a refuge, a comfort through hardship. She breathed out as her guards moved to stand by the door, and after briefly familiarizing herself with this particular instrument, began to play.
Notes drifted through the air, slow and leisurely. It was an old song she’d chosen to play, one that brought to mind smooth water and gently flowing streams. Ganondorf seemed pleased enough with it, and he leaned back as she played, her fingers rippling across the strings.
Ganondorf resumed his meal without a word, and Zelda didn’t look at him as she played, the tune soon falling to a close. He told her to play another, and Zelda complied, choosing another tune that was slow in its tempo.
She tried to get lost in the music, but her thoughts swirled, her fingers tense. It was impossible to be calm while in the same room as the man who’d taken so much from her. Impossible not to remember waking up in Kakariko after the castle had fallen, in pain so intense she could barely ask what had happened, Impa’s expression saying it all.
Zelda started another song when she finished that one without Ganondorf asking, and he nodded approvingly, something in Zelda bristling at his demeanor. How could he sit there and demand entertainment from her while he ground Hyrule under his foot? While he hunted her son? While he pretended this was just a casual dinner, and not yet another obvious show of his strength?
“That’s quite an unpleasant face, Zelda,” Ganondorf observed, and with a great deal of effort, she smoothed it. “Do you not enjoy your craft?”
“I have always enjoyed music,” she replied as she again shifted songs, this time to one that told the tale of a great hero of old, and his victory against a demon. Ganondorf must have recognized it, for his eyes narrowed.
“You’re quite the talented player,” he said, setting aside an empty dish, and picking up a goblet instead. “I suppose your child inherited that?”
Zelda did not reply.
Ganondorf waited a moment, then took a long sip of his drink, lowering it and setting it at the low table by his side.
“I thought you might like to know Kakariko has been burnt to the ground,” he said, and Zelda’s fingers missed a note. “The warrior we captured told us precisely where his home was. They stood no chance against our forces.”
Zelda kept her appearance calm, but inwardly she felt nothing but horror. Kakariko, the one refuge she knew of that was left fully hidden from Ganondorf... had been destroyed? Was Impa alive? Were any of them alive?
And worst of all, she’d sent Link to Kakariko.
Was he..?
“Were there survivors?” she couldn’t help but ask, and Ganondorf took another sip of wine.
“They scattered like rats. I’m sure some managed to crawl back into their holes, but we killed many. Amazing how much of a fight they put up, for so little gain.”
A hint of relief hit her past the grief. Surely they would’ve gotten Link away as soon as possible. And if Ganondorf had found Link, or Impa for that matter, he’d be gloating about it.
He’s safe. At least there’s that.
“We’ll track down whatever is left of them soon enough though,” Ganondorf said, and wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin. “They’ll all pay the price for helping a traitor to the crown. Courage is mine, and they’ve helped keep it from me.”
Zelda flicked her eyes up from the harp. “What are you going to do to them?”
Ganondorf smirked. “Their fate will be the same as the last holder of Courage. And then that miserable tribe will finally be out of my hair.”
“You’d wipe them all out?” she whispered, her notes sharp as she plucked the harp.
Ganondorf took another sip. “They’re my enemies, Zelda. I can’t have them all brought here as prisoners, they might get notions of freeing you. Better to cut the weeds out by the root.”
“Even the children?” she said sharply, and Ganondorf lowered his cup.
“Children grow up. And take revenge for their fallen parents. I’d be a fool to keep future threats alive.”
He met her eyes, and Zelda knew he wasn’t speaking only of Sheikah.
“Well I have no doubt they’ll slip through your fingers,” Zelda said with a burst of anger, changing to a more upbeat tune, one with a difficult rhythm to keep up with. “The Sheikah have had no trouble outsmarting you. After all, it took you this long to find them, and only after torturing one of their own.”
“I’d been on the verge of locating them for years,” Ganondorf said in a sharper voice. “I’ve quelled any rebellion they’ve sparked, purged any dissent in my kingdom.”
“Yet you were unable to get rid of them all in your little raid,” Zelda replied, her music speeding. “And still struggle to control your kingdom. Yet another failure of yours, Ganondorf.”
His nostrils flared. “Do not speak to me that way. It is only by my generosity that you still live at all.”
“You mean inability?” Zelda said idly, unable to stop herself from poking the beast in front of her with her words. She was tired of listening to his cruelty without being able to strike back, his promises of death against people she cared for. She was done listening to it. “I still hold Wisdom. You still don’t know the location of Courage, nor the whereabouts of my heir. It seems to me that you’re unable to get anything that you—”
“Silence,” Ganondorf snapped, that rage she’d seen earlier now bubbling up.
Against her better judgment, Zelda kept talking. “I have a strange feeling that Kakariko was not as great a victory as you’re making it out to be either. Courage has once again slipped your grasp. Hyrule’s magic is breaking free of your hold. It seems to me only a matter of time before the Hero—”
In one quick movement Ganondorf stood, grabbed a spear from one of his guards, and threw it at Zelda.
She lunged to the side, but it still caught part of her sleeve, making her gasp as her clothing was pinned to the wall. The guards and servants in the room stilled, and things seemed far too quiet without Zelda’s music.
“Get out,” Ganondorf said in a low voice, eyes burning gold, his hand the same color.
Zelda couldn’t make herself move. She knew she should tear herself free, but she was fixated on Ganondorf’s eyes, eyes she’d seen in countless dreams and visions of her people murdered and destroyed, eyes that burned with a hatred that felt directly focused in on her.
“I said GET OUT!” he roared, spilling his wine as he grabbed a sword from his belt.
Zelda finally managed to rip herself free as Ganondorf threw the sword, luckily missing her by a wider margin. The guards who’d brought her here quickly took her arms and pulled her out before Ganondorf could throw anything else, and the door boomed shut behind her, the sound of Ganondorf raging still legible through the door.
She noted suddenly that she was trembling.
Her guards practically had to carry her down the hallways until her legs behaved enough that she could walk, Zelda still shaking. Her old scars ached for some reason, and a thin trickle of blood traced down her arm where the spear had grazed her.
He could have killed her.
He would have killed her.
Both of her guards seemed unusually quiet as they marched, and Zelda risked a glance at them as she did her best to calm down.
“Does... does he often act like that?” she asked softly, not really expecting an answer. But one shifted a little at the question, and then breathed out.
“More than he used to,” she murmured, Zelda noticing a few streaks of silver in her red hair. “...He was a sweet boy, once.”
The other guard said something sharp in Gerudo, and the first shook her head, muttering something back. Zelda listened to them argue a moment, only able to pick out a word here and there, and distantly wished she’d learned more Gerudo over the years.
“He’s a great king,” the younger said finally, and despite the proud tilt of her head, Zelda thought she saw something fearful in the depths of her eyes. “The stresses of running such a large kingdom would get to anyone. And you’re a prisoner, you deserve his temper.”
Zelda merely nodded, noting the discussion to think through later when she felt more calm, and her guards escorted her into her rooms, then locked the door behind them as they left.
Then Zelda sank down onto the closest chair, trembling as she felt at her ripped sleeve.
She’d pushed too far. She’d seen his anger, and yet when he’d mentioned Link and what he’d done to Kakariko, she’d let her emotions get the better of her, and pressed every button of Ganondorf’s she could think of. And it hadn’t done any good.
She couldn’t fight him like that.
It’s time to enact the plan, she thought with a heavy swoop of dread in her stomach, managing to stand in order to look for something to wrap her arm. Before he kills Link... or me.
She swallowed, and ran a trembling hand along her faintly bleeding arm.
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