I’ve loved Breath of the Wild so much. Zelda is best girl. Link is my fave nature photographer/chef. (Give Link the fish husband he deserves.) They both deserve a happy ending, so here’s my version. May or may not be slightly canon divergent.
Being the hero of legend has never suited Link.
Or, well, maybe it has. He took on the duty stoically, never complaining or bowing to cowardice and fear. Through sheer grit, he managed to bring Hyrule back from the brink, even if it took a second chance for him to succeed.
But while he understood the importance of his role, it’s not the life he would have chosen. Zelda has always known this, even when her own jealousy and bitterness clouded her judgment of his character.
Under his strong and unflappable exterior, Link had only ever been a soft and sensitive young man, far more fascinated by the fawns grazing in an open field and the gentle glow of an evening sunset than he’d ever been by perilous adventures. Perhaps he’d been a little reckless, a little too curious for his own good, but he’d never asked for such a heavy responsibility.
Which is why she can’t say she’s surprised by his answer when she asks him if he has any idea what he wants to do now.
Summary: “Were you just checking me out?” Levy hated
Notes: I really wasn’t sure how to end this. Also on FF.net.
Levy couldn’t remember the last time she wanted to say she
hated her best friend. She wanted to say it now. She needed her to know that at that current point in time, Lucy was the
bane of her existence.
But she couldn’t tell her when she looked absolutely
Her white, strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline flowed
beautifully around her. The top was form fitting and had just the right amount
sparkle to give it a gorgeous accent. The bottom flowed around her beautifully
with creases in all the right places, almost covering the strappy heels she was
wearing. Her blonde hair was pulled into an elegant bun under the sheer veil on
her head. She was nothing short of a goddess.
Which was another reason Levy wanted to say she hated her.
She envied her.
“I wish I was as gorgeous as you, Lu-chan,” Levy said,
stepping behind the blushing bride in the mirror. “Look at you!”
“Look at you!” Lucy said, stepping aside and drawing Levy
closer to her so that they were side-by-side in the full length mirror. “You
might just outshine me at my own wedding.”