Rating how comfortable all the beds in botw look
PART TWO
Horse Stable Beds
1/10 - would NOT recommend
��Mattress is uncomfortable because it's literally just hay
◍Smells like hay and horse
◍bed bug breeding ground
◍head lice breeding ground
Zora's Domain Bed
4/10 - would recommend if desperate
◍looks like a building inspector's worst nightmare
◍Sleepwalkers are going to become sleep swimmers
◍Cold
◍NO COVERS/DUVET?? Prison. Only lurelin gets let off about it because it's not surrounded by cold ass water
Lurelin Village Bed
6/10 - would recommend
◍looks comfy enough
◍my only issue is where are the blankets? The duvets, even?? I know lurelin village houses have no doors but like I like to curl into a ball, cause severe future back problems for myself and get warm, ok?
I desperately need someone to take my spine apart and put it back in place like rebuilding a failed Lego 1x1 skyscraper/sword please this is a cry for help
Kakariko Village Bed
10/10 - would ALWAYS recommend
◍Comfy
◍Reliable and sturdy bedframe
◍Silk bedsheets that are always fresh
◍Literally THE perfect bed
I, personally, would KILL for this bed. I would strike down calamity ganon himself.
Paya's Bed
9/10 - would recommend for speed runners
◍Impa would get off her cushion and beat your ass if she ever caught you sleeping in her granddaughters bed
That's it
Rito Village Bed 1
5/10 - would recommend
◍Would have to do some parkour to get on
◍Try not to roll over, otherwise you'll be sleeping on the floor with a bruised arm or something
◍would smell like bird seed (bird food 👁️👁️)
◍Cute bedsheet designs
TULIN JUMPSCARE
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Zelink post-BotW Fluff: Swimming Lesson
TW: none
Link loved the squelch of saltwater sand between his toes. He couldn’t believe Zelda hated it so much, but he didn’t mind carrying her into the water as she laughed and yelled at him to put her down, to the delight of her students.
Every day he learned more about the princess. Like him, she wasn’t the same person who began a century long pause on life. Yet while he rested and healed in safety, she battled to hold back the full might of Gannon to save what remained of their beloved land.
And he’d never let her forget her strength. He had faith in her.
Link saw her smile and ignored her halfhearted protests. He ran into the cool wave, turning her back towards the spray so it would not splash her eyes.
She gasped and laughed along with the gang of children running beside them, giggling and diving into the waves.
They shouted instructions to her, deftly swapping roles of teacher and student, “Pinch your nose, or breathe out! In one, two, three!” they instructed her.
She held her nose tightly in one hand and held Link’s shoulder in the other.
Link plunged down into the wave. Beyond the thin, swirling veil of white foam shone sunlight spears piercing a world of sapphire blue.
They came up, and she gasped for air. She struggled to catch her breath as Link moved her to his back. He walked just beyond the shallow waves near the shore, then followed the shoreline in the calm, gently pulsing water.
Zelda laughed as she memorized the shape and color of each coral from above, whispering their Sheikah names to herself, connecting them to her texts, Link guessed.
The water-sure children paddled and dove nearby, and led the pair further into the calm bay.
Zelda nervously wiped dripping water from her eyes.
“You’ll get used to it!” one child shouted, “Now you’ve gotta learn how to kick your legs!”
She froze, but Link pulled her down carefully.
“This will be easy. Probably easier than your riding lessons,” he assured her quietly.
“But I broke my ankle…” she said, turning white.
“Oh," He cursed his memory loss again, "Well, easier than shield surfing then…”
“You used three fairies the first day!” She glared playfully at him.
“But you didn’t. It’ll be fine. I promise.”
That seemed to satisfy her.
The children watched as their teacher, Miss Zelda, floated nervously on her stomach, arms forward and legs straining to stay flat, supported by Link’s left arm, and gripping his right arm for dear life.
“I'm not sure I should have agreed to this,” she laughed, but her smile showed both fear and excitement.
“He’s got you! It’s okay, Miss Princess!” Kinov called as he blocked splashes from his little brother, Zuta.
Zelda smiled at Link. He smiled back at her and offered a quick, encouraging nod.
She kicked her legs, as hard as she could, as the students cheered.
It had been her deal to them: if they’d spend a week learning to read Zora script, she’d let them teach her to swim. It meant a great deal more when they realized how much she did not enjoy sand.
The children laughed and cheered at her kicks as she grew more confident in the peaceful water.
“Now swim!” they shouted, and splashed her.
“Stop! The fish!” A girl shouted.
Zelda slowed her kicks. She was getting the hang of the water’s buoyancy, its resistance to her movement and the flowing echoes of her motion, its wide, gentle breaths in and out.
The kids watched the water quietly as they tread or stood in the rocking mass. Slowly, they watched schools of fish return.
“They’re back,” one said with a grin.
“Yay! Fishies!” A young girl whispered.
“Are you ready?” Link asked.
Zelda wiped her eyes, smiled nervously, and gasped, “Just let me catch my breath for a moment. This water is just so… so endless…so bright…” the children did not wait for her, and dove while she scanned the silver horizon, lost in a contemplative trance.
He hoisted her onto his shoulders to see the horizon better. It was all still new to her, this endless sea.
Link recalled his first time seeing it. He didn’t understand who he was back then, or where he’d come from, except what the old man and old woman told him, before he really understood his history with King Rhoam and Chief Impa.
He was just trying to stay alive long enough to recover his scattered memories, standing near the cliffs above the village. He had finished a battle for his life against a gang of blue bokoblins with a rusty soldier’s sword, a long stick, and a few carefully timed bombs as he battled high on a cliff near a shrine.
He recalled struggling to catch his breath after the battle, still shaking from adrenaline, ears ringing. A rare fury had surged in him: the world he’d so abruptly awoken to harbored so much evil, and all because of his failure; one he couldn't even remember.
Then, he’d turned around. Beyond the cliffs near his feet, Link saw the impossible: another world, shimmering like a mirror and made entirely of water. Only a few tiny islands, like small bowls floating precariously, darkened the giant mirror’s surface. The world’s end, he’d thought.
Ocean, came the taste, the smell of a memory.
He’d glided down to look closer at the mirror's cracking edge, white waves, and soon discovered a village with kind people; it was a place of healing, peace, and rest. He slept to the heartbeat of the sea.
For the first time since he awoke, he knew he could find good in the world beyond the Calamity.
He often returned between adventures, especially whenever he discovered a new memory. Here, he’d prayed final goodbyes to sweet Mipha, fatherly Daruk, wise Urbosa, and even the proud, lonely Revali before they faced Gannon together.
“Wow, you’re strong, mister!” one boy said as he looked up at Zelda, the taller princess easily supported on his shoulders. The child dispelled Link’s reflections as they splashed.
“Come see the fish!” The children begged, bored with the pair’s long gaze at the midday horizon.
Link walked closer to them as Zelda slowly returned to the present. He wondered what she thought. Did it change her too?
The children led them a little deeper into the water. Link guided Zelda to his arms and helped her float, as before, so she could look down into the water. He stepped carefully around the coral as swells brushed up to his shoulders. He felt a little unprepared without his Zora armor. I should get used to not relying on specialized equipment so much, he thought.
“Come see!” The children said, and they dove below.
“I’m ready,” Zelda confirmed before he asked.
“Open your eyes,” he said, winking just before he dropped under the surface with her.
Schools of fish swam over the giant purple and pink gardens of coral. Kelp forests swayed in the mouth of the bay, giant fish swimming in and out. Tiny red fish darted all around them.
Zelda made a sound of surprise, bubbles billowing, and he rushed her back to the surface.
“Are you alright?”
“Oh my goodness! Yes, I’m fine. Just so surprised! I didn’t see most of them from up here! I recognize the eels from my texts! Do they get very big?” She asked, looking a little nervous.
“Let’s find out,” he answered and rose up in warning before diving again.
Tiny, ribbon-like eels of turquoise swam nearby. A yellow fish swam by, and Zelda reached a hand out to it. It puffed up like an octo balloon, and wiggled awkwardly away.
The feel of Zelda’s soft hand gently returning to his shoulder made him feel strange: a mixture of peaceful and tense. It was oddly similar to the feeling before a fight, that queasiness, yet his body felt slower, seeking to match her gentleness. He shook it off and intentionally tensed up as he spied a new fish. He mustn’t ever be off his guard.
A child swam over and pointed toward shore.
“Princess, I have a message for you!” Called a male voice as they surfaced.
Link carried Zelda to shore. She wiggled down and, though she winced ever so slightly as her feet touched the warm sand, she still walked with the grace of a queen, in spite of her soaked clothes.
“Who sent it?” Zelda asked, taking the scroll from the Hylian traveler.
“It’s from Lady Riju. She has a request you visit at sunrise tomorrow,” the messenger read, and showed the note to Zelda.
“Very well. Can you confirm to her that we’ll be there?” Zelda said, taking the blanket Link offered and wrapping it on him with a grin. He grinned back and got another one from the children, who had followed them ashore. As the messenger left, they took Zelda’s blanket back, yelled, and chased her with it yelling “Like-like! Zelda’s a shield!”
She ran, and for once, Link did not rush to defend her.
“Caught you!” a little boy squealed behind him and caught Link’s leg. Link recognized him as Zuta, Kinov’s little brother. The poor boy always seemed one step, one instruction behind. He must have misunderstood the others, Link realized.
Link laughed, and tousled his hair, “You did! Clever! Now, let’s catch the teacher!” he said, and picked up the pace to chase the others, Zuta still holding his leg.
TBD (1578 words) by SkipBreaker
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Link/Zelda (Legend of Zelda), Impa & Zelda (Legend of Zelda)
Characters: Link (Legend of Zelda), Zelda (Legend of Zelda), Impa (Legend of Zelda)
Summary:
Who is Zelda, without a Kingdom or Calamity? Who is Link without the Champions and a clear mission?
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