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How We Used to Be

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Mentions of… insecurity, birth control, having kids, age gap, I think that's it.

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A/N: just you and daddy sight-seeing and reminiscing on the past

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This is everything you’ve been waiting for, everything you didn’t get to do the first time you were here. Granted, your first trip wasn’t nearly as long as the one you’re currently on. You wished you could have done more then, but you’re more than thankful to do so now.

It wasn’t a secret that Jack liked to spoil you. Earlier in your relationship, it was something you had to get used to. You’d never been treated the way Jack treats you. No one has ever been so attentive or caring or generous with you, and it’s made you eternally grateful for him. What did come as a surprise, though, was your husband’s ability to step up his game. Not only did he spoil you on every trip, but he managed to make each one better than the last.

“So, how much do tickets cost again?” Calling out to him, you do your best to keep your lips still while applying the bright tint.

“I already told you,” His deep, lucious voice responds, his feet thumping on the wood as he strides over to you. “Don’t worry about it.” Jack finishes, walking up beside your prettily-decorated frame.

Grinning, he lowers his hand to give your backside a little tap. Leaning over, he murmurs against your cheek, “You look nice.”

Smirking, you look over at him. “Thank you, baby.”

It’s really not much, what you’re wearing. But to Jack, every outfit you put on is practically brand new. You’re really what makes the pieces shine. Today, you chose a pair of black, ripped jeans, with a beige sweater tucked into the front of them. For shoes, you chose a pair of midnight-tined boots, and a brown shoulder purse to carry your essentials in. Your hair is down, just how Jack likes it, and you’re wearing a necklace. It’s the first gift he ever got you.

The two of you are going to be traveling all day, so Jack decided on something semi-cozy, too. Matching your color scheme, he’s wearing that signature white tee beneath a black long sleeve. Dark wash jeans hang on his hips, with coffee-colored boots covering his feet. A similarly colored belt is looped into his pants, with that southern hat sitting on his head.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, sweetheart.” You add on, turning back to the mirror, the application of your nude lip nearly complete. “Anything you want me to carry for you?”

“Actually, yeah.” He says, hands tapping on his pants pockets. “My reading and sunglasses, if you could.”

“‘Course, baby.”

Jack feels like his old age is really getting to him, having to wear reading glasses. When you were first together, he never wore them. But honestly, he had them when you first met, he just didn’t use them as often. Truth be told, you find his glasses incredibly cute. He’ll wear them when the two of you are laying in bed, glancing at his phone before he goes to sleep. There have been times that they sit on the bridge of his nose as he eats his breakfast, reading the paper like the old-fashioned man he is. From the start, Jack knew you liked his age, but he still never wanted to show it. But now, he knows he doesn’t have to hide anything from you.

Slipping the two pairs into your purse, you press the button to shut it, fixing your hair as you look up at him. There’s a small smile on his lips, one he can’t seem to get rid of since the day he, before God and your family, made you his.

“Ready, baby?”

He doesn’t say anything, just turns, offering you his arm. Jack is nothing if not the perfect gentleman.

Your first stop is at the Colosseum. Jack bought tickets for the two of you to go on a tour, and it just so happens to be within walking distance! And striding down the streets of Italy has its own perks, too. The architecture is beautiful here, entirely different than that in the states. The simple act of listening to passersby speaking a language you don’t understand makes you feel like you’re on a different planet. But at the same time, you love it. This is all so fascinating to you.

Meeting the group at the entrance, your tour guide greets the two of you with pamphlets. She welcomes you to the ancient monument, starting your small exploration shortly after you arrive. Jack has to tug on your arm to get you to follow along, chuckling when you stumble. Since stepping before it, you’re astounded by its size. It’s magnificent; you can’t stop staring at it.

“Originally, this monument was built with the intention of holding up to eighty-thousand spectators, all visiting to witness play dramas and sporting events.”

Walking through the ancient amphitheater is chilling, especially when hearing about the monument’s history. But truly, you’re in awe. You’ve always loved history. And amidst your excitement and wonder, you notice Jack isn’t by your side. Looking back, you see him only a few steps away. He’s smiling, admiring you in your childlike state.

Grinning happily, you reach out to him, extending the fingers on your hand. “Come on.” You whisper, nodding your head in the group’s direction.

You remember your first time doing this, confidently reaching out for his hand. It took months for you to do it - you were constantly shy around him. You’d never dated anyone even close to his age before, and it intimidated you greatly. You didn’t want to seem like a little girl without experience, you wanted to be the attractive adult you knew you were. So, for the first little while, you didn’t show him your needs.

If Jack had to leave, you let him. You wouldn’t ask him to stay for another hour or to spend the night and go to work from your place. You’d give him a kiss, letting it linger for as long as you could before letting him go with the promise of speaking soon. And at night, you’d sigh, wrapping your arms around a pillow you’d convinced yourself was him.

If you were feeling sad, or even when you were happy, you wouldn’t ask Jack for hugs or for him to hold you. You didn’t want to come off clingy, or too touchy-feely. So, you kept your emotions to yourself, allowing them to be expressed only on your face. It made you feel reserved, like you couldn’t be who you truly were around him.

Both verbally and physically, you wouldn’t let yourself beg for his attention. When in reality, it’s normal to ask for things like that. And after so long, Jack noticed this, and being the confident man that he is, he confronted you about it. Sitting you down on his living room couch one night, he took your hand, expressing wholeheartedly to you, “Sugar, I want you to be yourself around me. I know we have our differences, but… I think we’re more alike than you think.” With a soft smile, and a reassuring swipe of his thumb over your hand, he continued. “Have I… have I done something? To make you uncomfortable?” He looked so concerned, and it broke your heart. “Are you no longer interested in this? In me?”

You admired Jack’s openness, and seeing him so emotionally vulnerable gave you the push you needed to let your emotions run free. Instantly, you’d reassured him, telling him why you haven’t been acting as affectionately lately, ‘lately’ being the past three months.

“I don’t want to come off clingy or… needy.” Slowly, you’d explained to him that you just weren’t sure how to express all of your feelings. “Don’t want to scare you away.”

Smiling, he dropped your hand, reaching forward to tilt your chin up, eyeline meeting his. “I like clingy.” He told you gently. “I like knowing you’re interested, sweet pea. So, give me clingy, give me needy, give me everything.”

And from that point on, you did. You did ask him to stay for another hour, you did ask him to spend the night. You did request that he hold you tight, no matter how you were feeling. That conversation gave you the confidence to truly dive into your relationship, so that reaching out for his hand now, feels nothing like it used to be.

Taking your smaller hand in his, he grins, stepping forward to match your stride. Together, you glance at your surroundings, eyeing some of the crumbling areas off to the side.

“Once glorified for its beauty and ability to maintain its free-standing form, it was ruined by earthquakes and stone robbers. However, many modifications have since been made, allowing this site to be one of Italy’s most popular tourist attractions.”

“Can you believe this?” You whisper in wonder, glancing at the limestone form surrounding you.

“You really love this, don’t you?”

When you turn your head, you realize he’s not even looking at what the guide is pointing to, he’s just looking at you.

“Have you seen any of the things she’s been showing us?” You joke, laughing quietly beside him.

“‘Course I have.” He shrugs, feigning offense. “You’re just distractin’ me, is all.” After that, he gently shoves your shoulder, walking ahead of you. “Outta my way, I’m here to see the mausoleum.”

Rolling your eyes and shaking your head, you jog after him, reaching out to grab his hand again.

“It’s the Colosseum, dummy.”

“Whatever.” He shrugs, lifting his nose at you.

“You’re annoying.” You chuckle, shaking your head again.

“I think you mean funny.” Jack says, giving your cheek a wet kiss.

“You’re not tired yet?”

Jack has made a habit lately out of kissing the back of your hand. And when you cup his face, he’ll turn his head, kissing your palm, too. It’s nice to see that after being together for so long, he hasn’t grown stagnant in your relationship. His love is always growing for you.

Shaking your head, you grin, watching his lips press to your skin. “No, I’m too excited.”

After visiting the Colosseum, Jack wanted to check in to make sure your feet weren’t getting sore. The tour was longer than expected. But for your next stop, you won’t be doing much walking. And you’ve changed your mode of transportation this time from foot to cab.

“Well if you do get tired, tell me.” He requests, lips leaving your hand but still holding it in his, resting your intertwined digits on his lap. “Maybe I can give you a foot rub when we get back.”

“Truly Jack,” Leaning in, you cup his handsome face, fingers sliding along his jawline and chin. “You’re the perfect man.” At least, he is in your eyes. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted in life.

Finally at your second destination, Jack steps out of the cab, keeping the door open for you with his hand held in your direction. Taking it, your fingers grab hold of him, allowing your husband to gently pull you onto your feet. He’d already paid the driver, closing the door once you’re out and sighing. He’s happy you let him do these things now.

When Jack took you on your first few dates, he saw how nervous you were. Opening doors for you, taking off your jacket, pulling out your chair, it was all very new to you. Honestly, you weren’t sure how to act. You’d duck your head, avoiding his gaze while a tingling warmth blossomed on your face. After so long, though, you got used to it, and Jack genuinely loved to see it. He likes doing these things for you, his small, gentlemanly habits.

Now when you go places, you’ll let him get the door for you, stopping to wait if you’d walked ahead of him, too. In restaurants, if you’re wearing a jacket, you’ll turn your back to him before sitting, expecting and accepting the soft brush of his hands along your coat. And before you even turn, he’s already pulling your chair out for you. And when he does it, you smile at him, eyes meeting his and sometimes even winking at him. Jack brings out something wild inside you, something fun and full of life. It’s this very sense of confidence that now allows you to so easily take his hand.

For this particular site, you don’t need a tour guide. Everything you need to see is right before your very eyes. And it’s gorgeous, engaging almost every one of your senses.

“This is… this is beautiful, baby.”

The ancient Roman aqueduct, the Trevi Fountain, sitting only a few feet away from the two of you. Taking your hand once again, Jack steps forward, leading your pace.

The closer you get, the more amazed you become. You’ve heard of this fountain before, and have seen pictures of it, too. The statues surrounding the back of the large fountain are incredible pieces of art, something you never thought you’d get to see, at least not in person. You know that there are many different parts to the crafted scenery surrounding this enormous art piece, some of the statues resembling depictions of tarot cards, both physically and metaphorically. That specific note fascinates you.

Of course, Jack has seen this all before, just not with you. Turning to him, you’re smiling ear-to-ear grabbing a coin out of your pocket and holding it out to him. “Tell me what to do.”

Jack chuckles, taking a coin out of his own pocket, too. “You’re gonna take it in your right hand,” He instructs, moving to stand beside you. Now, both of your backs are facing the fountain. “And toss it over your left shoulder.” He does so, demonstrating for you. “Landing it in the water.”

“Okay.” Nodding, you get ready to do it, stopping when he decides to add, “And if you choose to, you can make a wish.”

“Did you make a wish? Just now?”

All he does is shrug. And you’re helpless to the muscle movement, more like muscle memory, of your eyes rolling at him.

Sighing, you close your hands, holding the coin tightly in your hand.

A wish? What should you wish for? What could you wish for? Should you be realistic, or shoot for the moon?

Opening your eyes, you find he’s still staring at you. So, you smile, tossing the coin over your shoulder just like he told you to do. When the soft sound of its plop hits your ears, you step toward him, framing his face in both your hands.

“You make a wish?” He asks quietly, looking down at you.

“A-huh,” Comes your nod, lifting your hand and laying your pointer finger over his lips. “I wished for ten more of you.”

In a moment of weakness, you give into the smell coming from the numerous food trucks lining the street. When you get within view of the menu, you’re shocked to see the options. It’s nothing like what you’ve seen in America.

“Chicken and eggplant parmesan?” You ask, turning to your husband with a raised brow.

“You want that?” He asks casually, staring at the menu as he decides what to get for himself.

He’s so nonchalant about it that it makes you laugh. “Sure, baby.”

In all honesty, there’s not much else to do at the fountain. You’d touched the water, tossed a coin, admired the architecture and its creative features, but that’s about as far as it goes. Still, you’re glad to have the experience, there’s really nothing like traveling the world. Especially when doing so with the love of your life.

“Isn’t it beautiful here, baby?” You’re digging into your eggplant parm, eyes wide and constantly scanning your surroundings.

Jack smirks, shaking his head at you while running a fork through his own food - he decided to order the mushroom ravioli. “You’re the best thing about this place, babycakes.”

Last on your to-do list, the Pantheon. Within walking distance from the Trevi Fountain, as soon as you’re done with your food, your feet are back on the street. Hands clinging to Jack’s bicep, you take in the scenery, all while feeling the sturdiness of your husband beside you. It’s easy to become overwhelmed from it all, but he grounds you.

It’s an enormous, dome-shaped building, with a concrete porch leading the two of you inside. Again, you have no tour guide, so your exploration is up to the imagination. For the third time today, you’re impressed by the monument’s size. The interior seems even larger than the outside, too. When entering the building, you walk directly into an enormous, circular room. Natural lighting keeps the space bright, allowing you to see its brilliant yet contrasting interior design.

Jack’s arm slides around your lower back as you walk in, hand resting on your hip. His other sits in his front jeans pocket, head tilted up as he looks around. This is by far the most detailed place the two of you have been to.

“Have you been here before?” You ask, turning to look at the face you long for most through the sea of crowd.

He shakes his head, looking up at the patterns and decoration. “No.”

“Really?” You’re shocked, you honestly thought he’d seen everything before you.

“Really, sweetheart.” Turning his head, he smiles at you, pulling you closer to him. “First time for everything.”

Beaming up at your love, you grin. “I’m glad I can be with you for at least one of your firsts.”

“Baby, everything with you is a first for me.” Kissing your head, he urges you forward with a nod of his head. “Let’s check out the rest of this place, honey.”

There are multiple zones all over the circular, decorated walls, the two of you taking your time to stop at every one of them. Each space is decorated individually, its color scheme and geometric design different from all the others. One in particular grabs your attention, prompting you to stay in this section a bit longer than those before it.

“You like this one, babycakes?” Your husband coos, coming up behind you.

Jack’s strong arms wrap around your midsection, leaning down slightly to place his chin right beside your neck. Peeking up, he witnesses what’s capturing your attention. The patterns here are different, more circular than the checker-board floor throughout the room.

“Yeah,” Comes your quiet, gentle response. You are in a temple, after all. The Temple of all the Gods.

Before he can fully admire this particular section with you, he catches something out of the corner of his eye. Slight movement, a man walking towards you. He stops when Jack looks over at him, lifting his head and making eye contact. Just barely, his arms hold you a little tighter, a little closer.

“You okay?” Bringing your head to the side, you look up at your love.

“I’m just fine, babycakes.”

Jack doesn’t always verbalize his possessive nature, he never really has to; but it’s always been there. When he saw you that night in the bar, the very first night you met, he felt something pull at his heart. He wanted to have you and not just as a notch on his belt, he wanted you to be his. He’d watched you from his seat for a while, for a few dances. Genuinely, you looked angelic to him, something about you appearing so nice and sweet. But there was something specific that stood out about you. He couldn't figure out how or why, but… you looked like home.

And when he approached you, he wanted to be proven wrong. He didn’t think there could be a woman like you, a woman to grab hold of him so firmly yet so easily; at least, not after losing his first wife. But you did. Your first conversation only made Jack fall deeper into the beautiful, comforting embrace of you. And how could he ever allow himself to lose that?

After dancing with you, and then kissing you, he looked into your eyes. It almost scared him, the feeling he got from looking at you. It’s like all at once, every emotion came crashing into him. Adoration and desire, pride and insecurity, curiosity and domesticity. And to top it all off, to seal the deal on his intentions, you wanted him. You wanted him, too.

While your head is turned his way, he takes the opportunity to plant a little kiss on the apple of your cheek, watching as you grin.

“I could live like this forever.” It’s said alongside a peaceful sigh, heart beating warmly in your chest.

“You know, honey, I was thinkin’.”

“About what, baby?”

“There’s a beach closeby, you wanna visit before we take off?” Brushing his nose against your hair, he inhales briefly. It’s always so soft, always smells so flowery.

“That sounds nice.” It feels like you’re in a dream; your entire body relaxing into his touch, your mind caressed into tranquility by the beautiful scenery.

“And then we can get room service,” He sighs happily, content with this seemingly soft moment. “Maybe have some dessert.”

“Maybe?”

“And then have some dessert.” Your husband laughs, the vibration of it shivering over your back.

In all honesty, the Pantheon is… overwhelming. And after traveling so much today, you think you’re finally in need of a break. Maybe the two of you can visit again tomorrow, when it isn’t so crowded. Jack is more than okay with this, taking your hand and leading you away.

“You okay, sugar?” Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he brings you in, placing a firm kiss on your temple.

“Yeah,” Yawning, you settle into his hold, letting him direct your walk. “Just kinda tired, I think.”

“You still wanna stop at that beach?” Jack knows that when the sun starts to set, it will be a breath-taking sight.

“Yeah,” Your sleepy eyes look up to his, crinkling slightly from your smile. “Sounds pretty.”

And it is. You can barely make your way down to the beach without staring at the sun. Both of you take your shoes off, rolling up the cuffs on your pants to avoid the sand. But that proves to be a rather mindless act, because as soon as you’re on the shoreline, you’re sitting, resting in each other’s embrace.

Jack pulls your back to his chest, surrounding your body with his legs and letting the weight of you rest on him. He holds you with his arms, too, that clean-shaven chin resting on your shoulder again.

You never thought of your life this way, not before Jack. It’s like a fairytale, the way you met, the way your relationship grew while dating, and now your marriage. It’s a dream come true, just having him.

The water floods bright with amber before your very eyes, the sun now beginning to say goodnight. Its rays dazzle across the water, shimmering in the splashes that make their way to the shore. The beach is relatively empty, and further in the distance, you can hear the chatter and laughter of passersby. The pleasant thrum of music begins to fill your ears too, the night life approaching alongside the fading light.

Thinking about the night you met brings him back to your first dance. Inside, his heart pounds, pulse picking up beneath his skin. He doesn’t matter how long the two of you have been together, he always gets nervous asking for your hand.

“Hey, sugar?”

“Hm?” You’re sliding your fingers over one of his hands, tracing meaningless patterns along his skin.

Lowering his voice just a bit, he proposes, “How ‘bout a dance?”

From the side, he can see your smile growing. Retracting his hands just a bit, he moves his palms along your body, holding your sides gently. The two of you stand, leaving your shoes in the sand. Taking Jack’s hand, just like you always do, you let him lead you out to the wetter, flatter parts of the beach.

“You know how much I love you?” He says, strong hands sliding over your hips.

Linking your arms around his neck, you grin, swaying gracefully. “Enough to take me to Italy.”

You make him laugh, that beautiful smile coming in to connect with your lips. Slowly, he moves you, the two of you dancing along the sand with your bare feet. The entire situation puts him at ease. When it comes to his day-to-day, Jack is often anxious. His job is stressful, his only real reprieve being when he comes home to you. You’re always there to pick up the pieces, making him whole once again. And he revels in the delicate moments he gets with you, moments like these.

“Eventually, don’t you think?”

Nodding, you give him a thoughtful pout. “Of course, baby.”

Even though there’s nothing there, Jack’s hand slides over your belly. He smiles, huffing out a small, amused breath.

“I can’t wait to see your pregnant belly.” Jack has always wanted kids.

“I can’t wait to make you a daddy, baby.” Resting your head back on his shoulder, you sigh, the warm water helping your muscles to relax.

“When do you think?” Your husband asks, eyes draping over your form.

Shrugging, you offer, “Maybe I can stop my birth control, and just see what happens.”

He nods, both hands now resting on your tummy. “I like the sound of that.” And then he sighs, wrinkling his forehead. “You think I’m too old for kids, honey?”

“What? Of course not.”

“I just, I don’t know. I wanna be able to play with them, run around and chase them.”

“You’ll be able to do that, baby.” Bringing your hands over his, you give them a gentle squeeze. “You’ve kept yourself in shape, I know you’ll have so much fun with our babies.”

“You want more than one?” He sounds giddy.

“I want as many babies as I’m able to have with you.” At this, he laughs, shaking his head. “Of course, I do. I want a few.”

“That sounds good to me.” Jack's hands then slide up, landing on your shoulders to give you a soft rub. “You know, I must’ve done something pretty good to get you.”

“Yeah, maybe you were the pope in a past life.”

“You’re so fuckin’ sassy.” Those words make you grin, eyes closing as his fingers press into you.

With a sigh, you express wholeheartedly, “I have no idea what I could’ve done to deserve you.”

When you’re done with your bath, Jack wraps you in a towel, kissing your head. He gives you another for your hair, not wanting to pull it so he lets you do that. The two of you step into your room just as room service arrives, and Jack takes it upon himself to close the double-doors to your bedroom before letting them in. He’d ordered dinner for the two of you, and dessert.

“Food’s here, honey.” Comes that deep, southern voice.

The two of you decide to eat on the bed, lounging lazily against the other. Instead of getting dressed, you decided on a simple robe, your husband doing the same.

“Your hair is always so soft after you wash it.” He comments, playing with the ends of it.

“You’re cute, baby.” Already, you’re diving into your sweet treat.

Jack lets you eat in peace, munching on his own plate of food. It’s quiet, the air surrounding you. You suppose you could put on a movie or show, but you both like it like this, just the two of you with no distractions.

It’s the same at night, when Jack lays you down, pulling you into him. There’s no TV, no music, just the sound of cars on the street and each other's relaxed breaths.

“You're the love of my life, sweet pea.” He tells you quietly, petting your head while you lay on his chest. “I’ll always be here, you know that?”

You can feel the metal loop of his wedding band every time his hand touches your head, the small sense bringing you happiness.

“I know, baby. I know you will.” Snuggling into him even further, you sigh. “You’re the best man I will ever know.”

Jack doesn’t respond because, well… he’s feeling emotional. You’re a gift to him, something that makes life worth living. His precious girl, his beautiful wife, the woman he met at the bar giving him everything he’s ever needed in life.

“What’re you thinking about, baby?” You ask when he’s quiet for a bit too long.

Jack shrugs, smiling softly. “Just reminiscing, I guess.” Sighing happily, he then adds, “About how we used to be.”

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bearpillowmonster · 5 months

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(I didn't play the HD version, it just looks cool, I played the GC one)

This was my first Zelda game, yeah, I wasn't originally a Nintendo kid, but this game holds a lot for me. It represents my game skill in a way, I mean, I had no idea what I was doing when I first started it, barely got past the first sequence. It was only when I got into high school that I actually tackled it and I was on fire, I got all the way to the water temple and that's when I stopped. No real reason, just daunting. That and I had other things to occupy myself with.

Finally, I've returned-

And this time, to finish it. This one will be a little different, as that version was the Wii game, this will be the GC one. Really just because I felt like starting over but I should still have my old save so maybe one day I'll revisit. So without further ado-

One of my main complaints when I started this game was that it was too dark. Not dark as in "creepy and scary" but dark as in "who turned out the lights?" The filter can be a chore to look at sometimes because everything looks so dull and there's this light shining that blends in with the background, ew yuck, and motion blur? I think I need to take a break. If only the HD version resurfaced one day…

I mean, long story short, if this game was updated a little for modern audiences-

I think it's aged pretty well but there are some slow features like traversing or climbing (hey, wait, Zelda currently does this) but I'm not even going to mention or compare TOTK.

I can compare it to the Wii version a little bit and while aiming was a lot easier with the remote, the manual camera options sort of weigh out the difference though not perfect. I personally feel that gameplay might be a bit easier but that also might just be me and the era that I originally played it in versus now. The framerate can be bad at times but that's just to show how ambitious it gets, not sure how the Wii fared though. I hear the Wii U version is superior anyway so best to just leave the comparisons at that (except nobody has a Wii U)

With that out of the way, onto the good stuff.

The story is something else. You know something's rich when you can see yourself creating stories and fanfictions in your head from every little aspect and the lush variety of characters. Just the idea of being in that world is enough to be satisfying which is enough to say that you've achieved something great. And because of that, it's satisfying no matter what port you're playing.

In part, some of that is due to its similarities to Ocarina of Time. There were a lot of points where things felt really familiar but I've never gotten that far before but at the same time, in other ways, it challenges your perspective. Take Midna, she's probably one of the most enjoyable companions in the series, they even make it as bold as to say she's the new Zelda. Picture this, a mysterious being, unlike you've ever seen before floats into your cell and offers to help you out but asking for repayment, telling you you're going to be some big hero in the end. Creepy but ok for now, she's on our side and we become human again. They even show how cute she is by having her eek whenever you dash, yawn every once in a while, do little gestures and pat your side when you don't use the controller for a while, she really wins you over.

Well, one of the spirits tells you that this power she seeks (and has been having us get), is probably quite evil so you start to question her methods, maybe she's with the baddie afterall. Then when you finally meet the main baddie (which isn't Ganondorf) face to face after hearing stories of him, he turns you back into a wolf but Midna saves you from death. You feel bad for doubting her and take her where she requests as she's dying, which happens to be off to Zelda who then in turn sacrifices herself because she sees the good in Midna and wants to…for lack of a better term, exploit that and give her light and being so she's no longer trapped in the twilight and can move freely. The same princess that surrendered to the baddie hoping to save Hyrule but only made things worse, where she failed, she saw an opportunity for others to prosper. Midna now having the approval and light of Zelda herself, the name of the game, the one that you know from the other games. That's some A-level commitment and payoff. And there're so many moments like that, that's not even to say the Princess is bad, she's actually one of my favorites.

The gameplay reinvents itself and always shows you something new, you can tell how masterfully crafted it all is just from the opening segment alone and how much it teaches you. It never felt dull or repetitive despite how memory served with the tears of light. I actually almost expected more of that to be honest. And it's a bit of an outdoorsman simulator, canoeing, horseback riding, herding, bug collecting, archery, fishing and let me just say I did not expect snowboarding in my Zelda game today but here we are and I'm in love, how could I not? It can be action packed then cozy. And there's a ton of stuff to collect to reach completion so play time can be anywhere you want.

I understand why they changed Zelda now though, I could see so many of these other elements from other games all basing themselves around Ocarina and its system but since it has most of what I like about Ocarina and most problems I had with it are easy-ish fixes that any updated version would be able to fix then this technically is my number one Zelda game right now and not just that but-

Ok, I'll actually finish the sentence this time because I'm shocked yet scared to admit it. This isn't just my favorite Zelda game now but one of my favorite games of all time, like no joke a top 3 candidate, it's that good. Easy 5/5. I think this is a once in a lifetime game where we may never achieve this type of Zelda game again.

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