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arecaceae175 · 9 months

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Authenticity Ch. 22: Vocal Stim

Summary: Wild, Hyrule, and Four are foraging for mushrooms. Wild expresses his excitement with vocal stims.

615 words, fluff. For requests made by Inessen and TenacityShades on AO3.

Warnings: brief mention (like, two sentences) of ableism and Wild being forced to hide his autistic traits. It’s mentioned in relation to his time as a knight Pre-Calamity

“Is this one good?” Four asked, pointing at a growth of mighty thistle.

Wild hopped over and knelt down next to Four. “Hm. It is, but it won’t work in the soup or the risotto. We need more mushrooms. That’s mighty thistle. It grows in fields and plains, mainly. If I cook it right, it helps my attacks do more damage for a while. Flora isn’t quite sure how it works, but she thinks it has something to do with increasing the adrenaline or the muscle tone, or something.”

“Are you going to take it anyway?” Four asked with a smirk. He was very familiar with Wild’s collecting habits.

“I’m gonna take it anyway,” Wild said as he plucked the flowers from the plant. “It’s pretty abundant around here, so it’s fine to take as much as we find.”

Four nodded then got back to his feet to resume their search. Wild followed, bouncing on his toes happily. He loved foraging.

“Shroom, shroom, shroom,” Wild said as he bounced.

“Wild, over here!” Hyrule called. Wild rushed over to Hyrule and found him kneeling over a thick growth of Hylian Shrooms.

“Shrooms!” Wild exclaimed as he knelt down.

“Shrooms,” Hyrule echoed with a nod.

Wild inspected the mushrooms to make sure they were good to eat. They looked perfect for harvesting, so Wild picked them and added them to the growing pile in his bag.

“Nice,” Hyrule said.

Wild jumped to his feet and flapped his hands happily. Foraging was so much fun!

“Shrooms!” Wild said.

“Shrooms,” Hyrule echoed again. “That’s so fun to say.”

“Shrooms!” Wild agreed.

Sometimes Wild got a sound stuck in his mouth. It didn’t happen very often, but when it did, he would find himself repeating the sound over and over and over. When he’s upset and gets stuck on a sound, making the sound helps him calm down. Most of the time, though, the sounds get stuck when he’s happy. Making the sounds helps him feel the happy feelings, and share his happy feelings with the world.

Wild remembered clearly the first time a sound got stuck in front of Flora. They were in Lurelin helping a fishing crew clean their catch for a feast. Wild was repeating the word fish. Flora stared at him for a long time, then smiled widely and joined in.

Later, she explained that Wild only ever did repetitive sounds in front of her, Before. He never spoke when he was assigned as her knight, so that was the only time she heard his voice. She also said that while Wild never explicitly told her about it, she believed he was taught not to make repetitive sounds at all. Hearing Wild make sounds, especially happy sounds, always brought her joy and comfort.

Since that conversation, Wild has been letting himself make repetitive sounds more and more. It sometimes made him anxious to do sounds in front of people he wasn’t comfortable with, but he was working through that. As long as he was comfortable and happy, it shouldn’t matter if others gave him weird looks. The sounds always made him feel better, and in his memory no one had ever told him to stop, so he didn’t.

“I got one!”

Four’s voice brought Wild back to the present. Four was holding an Ironshroom.

“Shroom,” Wild said happily. He bounced over to Four, inspected the mushroom, then put it in his bag.

“Four, you should say shrooms with us,” Hyrule said.

Four shrugged. “Sure, why not. Shrooms!”

“Shroooooooooms.”

“Shroom, shroom, shroom.”

Hyrule giggled. “It doesn’t sound like a real word anymore.”

Wild’s smile was wide as he bounced through the forest to find more mushrooms.

“Shrooms!”

#authenticity #ace writes #linked universe #lu wild #lu four #lu hyrule

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inkandmoonbeams · 2 years

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Hello!! Do I see prompt requests! How about this: BOTW Zelda saving Link, whether it’s in combat, politically or he’s just about to step off a cliff.

Hello Braidy! 💜 🥰 Thank you so much for this prompt! I lovelovelove the Zelink dynamic in BOTW so this was really fun to write (and I'm sorry it took me forever to finish it!)

Big thanks to @silentprincess17, @zeldaelmo, @zeldadiarist for reviewing this piece and offering suggestions! @braidy-maidy, thank you specifically for the mushroom idea (dsaifhds I was not specific when I asked for help so you ended up helping with your own prompt, it's fine 😅). You were all a hugehuge help and I love you all! Full fic is under the cut. 💜

Link was never sure what to expect from Zelda’s research.

There was always something new to discover; something to test or tinker with. The princess often helped Purah program Guardians, and her study was littered with spare gears and springs. Sometimes, Zelda ventured to a new shrine or practiced using the Sheikah Slate’s runes (her favorite was Stasis–something about how it could store kinetic energy. Link just thought stopping time looked like fun). A few weeks ago, she had started studying a flower called the Silent Princess. Her evenings were usually spent huddled at her desk, reading about its medicinal properties and experimenting with various breeding methods. She said she was determined to grow the Silent Princess in captivity.

Today, she wanted to head to the Great Plateau.

“You will not need to accompany me,” Zelda informed him. “It’s not far, and you’ll just be in the way of my research.”

She always said this.

And, as always, Link still came along, ignoring the glares she threw his way.

The glares were nothing new; after all, she wasn’t exactly happy with the fact that he was her appointed knight. Link had taken away her last scraps of independence, and reminded her of all the powers she could not unlock. She had every right to hate him. And knowing she probably did—well, it didn’t hurt as much as it used to.

But he missed catching a glimpse of her smile every now and then.

They walked along the plateau in near silence. Occasionally, Zelda held up her Slate to take photos or consult the map, muttering to herself as she tapped the screen. Link’s mouth twitched, and he had to force down a smile. She was just so cute—so focused and determined and unashamedly intelligent.

Not that he was allowed to think about Zelda in that way. She was a princess, and he was her knight, but this was no fairy tale. This was his job. End of story.

Plus, there was the whole thing where she hated him.

Eventually, Zelda found an area she deemed worthy for conducting research. There was a shrine a few yards away, and she snapped a few pictures before returning her full attention to the Slate. Then, she started pacing, venturing farther and farther until she stopped and did it all over again. Link leaned against the trunk of a tree as he watched her work.

“Princess?” he finally asked.

“Yes?”

“What exactly are you looking for?”

“I want to test out the Slate’s Sheikah Sensor,” Zelda explained. She fiddled with the Slate again and frowned. “It should be able to help us find more shrines. Purah says the Slate might be able to find other objects, too. For example, if I take a photo of a Hylian Herb, the Slate could catalog it, and then I could use the Sensor to find more. It has incredible potential.”

“Oh. Can I help?”

“No.”

Well. He tried.

Link sighed and scanned their surrounding area. He had grown to love the Great Plateau, with its views of Hyrule castle and the Temple of Time. It was familiar—a comforting sort of quiet during their otherwise hectic adventures. Zelda continued her pacing, and Link counted three glowing shrines in the distance. Birds flew overhead. A cluster of bright white mushrooms grew near his feet.

He didn’t recognize the species—they were shaped differently than truffles, and were too white to be Silent Shrooms—but maybe he could try one and come up with a few recipes for later. They looked tasty enough, and he had a feeling they’d be there for a while. He cocked his head and knelt to pick one.

And then—

“Link! Don’t eat that!”

He had barely gotten back to his feet when Zelda rushed towards him and smacked the mushroom out of his hand.

She smacked him hard, too.

“Hey! What—”

Link’s eyes followed the mushroom as it sailed down to the ground. “I wanted to eat that.”

Zelda huffed. “No, you didn’t. That’s a Skullshroom. It’s poisonous.”

Her voice was almost a snarl. She looked more agitated than relieved, as though he should have known that this area of Hyrule was full of dubious foods.

In Link’s defense, they couldn’t all be scholars.

For a moment, he could only stare at her in shock. His eyes darted from Zelda to the discarded mushroom and back again.

Poisonous. He really almost ate something poisonous. Who knows what would have happened if it weren’t for Zelda?

“Thank you,” Link finally said, still trying to process the fact that Zelda, of all people, had stopped him.

Zelda rolled her eyes. “You have nothing to thank me for. I only did what anyone else would do. Besides, It’s only deadly if your illness goes untreated, and the royal medics are more than capable of handling it.”

“I think that still warrants a thank you.”

“Fine,” Zelda said haughtily. She brushed dirt off her pants and sighed. “You’re welcome.”

And with that, Zelda returned to her Slate as though nothing had happened.

Goddess, she was stubborn. Link shook his head in disbelief and returned to his post, taking care to hide his grin.

Because she could have let him eat the mushroom. She could have let him get sick and enjoyed the rest of the day alone. Instead, she had smacked the danger right out of his hand.

Maybe she did care about him.

Just a bit.

#katie writes #loz #legend of zelda #botw #breath of the wild #fanfic #zelink

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the-dominatrix-stories · 6 years

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Imma Marry You One Day

Revali x OC/reader kind of

Chapter One: a childish love

When they met for the first time, they were children with open hearts and curious minds. They’ve never seen anything like the other. Joelle’s parents lived in a cabin near the infamous Rito Village, where their daughter often tried to visit. Though Joelle’s shyness was a fierce opponent and she ran away before making it to the gate. Her mother often spoke about how pretty the Rito were. How their feathers gleamed in the sunlight, weapons lighter than air, her mother was happiest when speaking about them. Joelle felt bad, she knew she would be allowed to visit the village since her father often did for supplies. Maybe today she’d get the gumption to go through with it?

‘Yes.’ She thought. ‘If I get scared, I’ll close my eyes.’ Before she could reconsider, she stormed towards the village for the 45th time this week. ‘I’ll be fine if I just close my eyes.’ She breathed in as she stepped onto the bridge. She wasn’t afraid of the heights, but she fretted over the villagers. Did they really look like giant birds? She’d hopefully know now. The trek up the many bridges was fast, she looked over edges and splashed in the puddles that littered the path. She pressed forward as she stood on the last bridge, the farthest she’d gotten. She looked up and saw her first Rito. The Rito guard. She was in similar clothing to her, carrying a spear. They made eye contact and she froze.

The guard cocked her head to the side at the sight of the little girl but smiled and waved anyway. Joelle shook herself out of it and waved back a bit more sheepishly than she planned. ‘They can’t be mean if they greet so friendly? Could they?’ Curiosity won over and she crossed the bridge. The female Rito crouched down to her size. “What can I do for you? Are you lost?” She smiled.

Joelle shook her head. “Nope, I was just wanting to ask…” She rubbed her arm. “Are you a Rito? Mommy says that Rito’s live here…and I wanted to see ‘em…” She panicked looking anywhere but the guard. The soldier laughed before nodding. “Yes, I am a Rito. And this is Rito Village.”

Joelle beamed. “Are all Rito your size or bigger?”

The guard thought for a moment. “The children are around your size, but most of the men are taller than me.”

Joelle hopped from foot to foot. “May I, uh explore the village for a while?” The guard patted her head, tousling her hair. “You don’t need to ask dear, go on ahead. Just make sure you get home on time, ok?”

Joelle nodded ecstatically, speed walking up the stairs. She stepped into the slippery falcon, buying a small snack with the rupees she had on hand. She peeled off bits of sunshroom to eat and stuff the rest in her pocket. She looked toward the landings, watching the male Rito come to a stop on them. “Woah, so cool.” She gaped, as one of them took off the landing once more. One of the males looked over at her with a small smile. “Hello, little one.” He waved gently. She looked around her, seeing only herself. “H-Hi Mister, you’re a boy rito right?”

He guffawed at her analysis. “Yes, I am. You can call me Chief Kalin.”

“The Ritos have a chief?” She walked closer for inspection, he didn’t seem all that different from the other males around him. “Yes, I’m the chief alright. And just who might you be?”

She jutted her hand out. “My name is Joelle. Nice ta meet you Chief ‘alin.” He took her hand gently and shook it. “What brings you to Rito village? Don’t Hylians stay around the stable?”

“Mommy kept talking ‘bout how pretty Ritos are, so I wanted to see them myself.” She grinned brightly. “How come you’re so tall? Do you get sweaty with all your feathers? How do you fly? How do you sleep? Is it in a nest? Are you related to pigeons?” He raised his hand to stop her bombardment. “Woah calm down. I don’t think I can give you those answers. Because I don’t know myself.”

She deadpanned. “oh, sorry sir.” He waved it off. “It’s fine. There are just somethings we just don’t know.” He thought for a moment. “Can you do me a favor, Joelle” He leaned in close to her when she nodded. “There’s a rito boy named Revali, he doesn’t have a lot of friends. Will you befriend him for me?” She pursed her lips and shrugged. “What does he look like?”

He beamed. “He’s about your height, he has a couple of braids in his feathers. His feathers are dark blue. He carries a swallow bow everywhere.” He thought for another moment. “He can be a little mean at first, but he’s really nice when you get to know him. Ok?” She nodded. “Ok, sir. I’ll try to find ’im!” She smiled and hopped up the stairs of the village. Kalin sighed, hoping Revali can swallow his pride enough to finally make a friend.

She glanced around each level of the village. Asking a couple of younger ritos where he might be. “He’s in his house next to the chief house. He’s tryna fix his bow again.” The young rito, named Ingo, laughed. She went to the top of the village and saw the small rito in the middle of the room, sitting crisscross with a bow in his hands. He was tightening it and fiddling with it. She watched from the door, transfixed by his movements. He blushed as he stopped. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to see what you were doin’. What broke your bow?” She stepped in closer and sat in front of him. He puffed up with pride. “It didn’t break, I’m upgrading it, so it works better. Duh!”

She smiled. “Cool, can I watch?” He flushed again. “Sure, if you say who you are first!” He waggled the bow threateningly at her. “My name’s Joelle. My friends used to call me elle! What’s yours?”

“Well, my name is Revali! I’m gonna be the best archer in the entire rito village, just you wait.” He boasted. “Once I get my bow upgraded I can go to the flight range with Chief Kalin and practice.” He smirked as he continued working on his bow. “Could I watch you practice? I wanna know how to fire a bow too.” He looked up at her, shocked. “You don’t know how to fire a bow?” She shook her head. “Nope.”

He thought for a moment. “How about tomorrow, I teach you how to fire a bow and stuff. And in exchange, you have to… be my biggest fan.” She mulled it over. “Okay. I think I can do that.” They shook on it.

She watched him fix his bow, asking various questions on what exactly he was upgrading. Apparently, the string wasn’t tight enough and the bow’s frame was bent. He discussed with her how to fix it, even though it was mostly one-sided. She pulled out her leftover sunshroom from her pocket and took a piece, careful not to get crumbs anywhere. He glanced up, seeing the food made his stomach rumble. It cut through the comfortable silence and made her giggle. “Do you want some, I can share.” He sighed and nodded. “Yes please.” She broke the rest of it in half offering him a side. “Here, It’s good.”

He took the piece and set down his bow. He nibbled on it happily, telling her there’s a tasty recipe involving sunshrooms that he was reminded of. She grinned and told him about her mother’s fruitcake. “Tomorrow, I’ll bring you some. She always has leftovers.” He laughed. “It’ll have to be the best if you want the great revali to approve of it.” She laughed again, the joyous sound made him even prouder. “I sure hope so, ‘vali.” He blushed at the nickname but left it all the same by taking another bite of shroom. “Hey, Elle. What are you? If I’m a rito?” She bit her lips in thought. “Mommy said we’re Hylian. We’re smaller than humans.” He crossed his arms, “What are humans?”

She paused. “Humans kinda look like me, but they have rounded ears and are taller.” She gestured. “They’re not all girl’s like me though.” He nodded, finally coming to somewhat of an understanding. “Ok, do you have a chief too?” She shook her head. “Nope, we have a king I think. I’ve never met him though.” The rest of the day seemed to slip them by as they asked a variety of questions to each other. As the sun set, she panicked. “Sorry ‘vali. I need to get home.” She rushed up to leave. “See ya tomorrow.” He nodded with a grin. “See ya!”

She ran down the stairs two at a time. Taking as long strides as possible in an effort to get home before dark. How did she let this happen? Usually, she’d get home much earlier, especially when she was so far away. Well, at least she was able to make a friend today. Maybe that would be a good enough excuse for her mother. She waved goodbye to the guard as she passed.

Her small feet smacked the wooden bridges as she practically flew down the path. She couldn’t wait to tell her mother about her new friend, and what she did in Rito village. Her mom stood outside the cabin, shouting. “Joelle! Where are you?” She waved at her mom. “Mommy, you’ll never guess what happened today!” Her mother nudged her in. “What?” She chuckled. “Hold that thought dinner’s done, get your food from the pot then tell me.”

She nabbed a slice of bread to go with the stuffed pumpkin stew. Before taking her food to the dining room table. “I finally went to rito village. An I became friends with a rito boy named Revali! He swears he’s gonna be the best archer in the rito village.” Her mother smiled. “Oh? So, you had fun, that why you were a little late home?” She inquired. “Yeah, I’m sorry I lost track of time.” Joelle apologized. Her mom laughed. “Just be careful. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Joelle smiled shyly. “Tomorrow he’s gonna let me watch him practice shooting at the flight range. He’s going there tomorrow with Chief Kalin.” Her mother smiled. “Alright, but this time try to be home on time.”

After dinner, it was bedtime. Joelle was practically vibrating with anticipation for tomorrow. She laid in bed curled up into a tight ball. ‘when will tomorrow be here yet?’ She tossed and turned before inevitably falling fast asleep.

Back at Rito village, Chief Kalin made a meal for both himself and Revali. The boy scarfed down the food he was given as quickly as possible. “So, you seem to be in a better mood.” Kalin eyed the child beside him. “What happened?”

Revali smiled proudly. “I’ve met the girl, I’m gonna marry.”

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b-lightwalker · 6 years

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The Hylian Child Chapter 1

Previous: Prologue

Next: Chapter 2

Disclaimer: The Legend of Zelda does not belong to me

~2 years later~

Tori walked around the house, cleaning up and preparing lunch. The godmother shared the house with her godchildren. 24-year-old Ender, 20-year-old Lisha, and her 3-and-a-half-year-old granddaughter Kyra. Kyra was running around in the living room playing with a doll her mom bought her. She heard a knock on the door and Lisha came in and greeted Kyra, who waved back quickly before going back to playing. Lisha looked around the room before seeing her godmother in the kitchen and waving to her.

“Sav’aaq, Lisha. Tell me, where’s Ender?” Tori asked, “I haven’t seen her around recently.”

“She’s out of town. Said she was going to help get materials and food for the tribe…from the Hylians,” Lisha said as she joined Tori in the kitchen.

“Really? She didn’t tell me. How long has she been gone?”

“A few days.”

“Do you know when she’ll return?” Tori pushed the Hylian shrooms around in the cooking pot.

“Around nighttime,” Lisha stated, not really paying attention to the conversation anymore.

-Midnight-

The door creaked open as Ender snuck her body through the crack trying not to awaken the others. A brown satchel, which was filled to the brim with materials, rested against her hip. While a small child of, what she guessed was about 6 months, rested on her shoulder. She closed the door behind her, causing the baby to stir in her arms.

“Shh…quiet, vehvi, or else you will hurt yourself,” Ender whispered. The baby calmed down but began to stir again soon after. “You're hungry, aren’t you? Well, guess what? I have some food for you and some hearty elixir for your injuries,” she whispered, more to herself than the baby.

She placed the tiny baby on one of the floor cushions and walked into the kitchen. Reaching for her satchel she took out some milk that was mixed baby formula. She opened the container that held the milk and took out a bottle of hearty elixir. She poured half in the milk and peaked into the living room. The baby was messing and pulling at the floor cushion. She went back into the kitchen and mixed the two together then heated it up for about a minute or two over a small fire. While waiting for the milk to cool down she brought it into the living room and picked up the baby.

She sat down on a floor cushion and took out a small light blue blanket from her satchel. She held up the blanket and the baby reached for it. “You recognize this don’t you?” Ender somewhat asked, then tested the milk on her skin. It was too hot. She shook her head dismissively and put it on the floor. “It’s the blanket I found you wrapped in. And I found you” she poked the baby’s nose, “on the outskirts of the desert. To be honest, I’m surprised you didn’t die of exposure…”

The baby now reached for her hair.

“Before I go to Lady Oma to figure out whether or not I can keep you…it would be nice to know your gender, but you look like a boy to me. I’ll just check while I feed you.” She picked up the bottle and put it towards the baby mouth. They happily accepted and drank greedily, sipping quietly from the bottle.

Ender started to hum a song the Hylians knew as the Ballad of the Goddess. She continued humming as she checked to find out the gender. What she found out was both surprised her and didn’t surprise her, the baby was a boy. It was disappointing to see the baby was a boy, because that meant a larger chance of her not being allowed to keep him. She pushed off her worries and continued humming, much softer now. The baby fell asleep quickly, much to her relief. She sighed and pulled him onto her shoulder. She entered her room and gently lowered him into an empty crib. She kept it, despite Kyla being too old for it. She changed, and was about to go to sleep when she heard a knock on the door.

Ender let out a mutter of annoyance and head towards the front door and opened it. She was greeted by a vai with short white hair. Ender looked at her features and noticed she had the mark of a Sheikah on her forehead. “Can I help you?” Ender asked, looking around to see how the Sheikah got past the night guards. Although the Sheikah was a vai, seeing a Sheikah without any royal court, or princess, or…something was strange.

“I am a member of the Sheikah tribe,” her voice was calm yet demanding, “I came here because I noticed you were carrying a baby on your way back home. And I noticed he didn’t look like yours. You are now caring for a baby who harbors a sacred, golden treasure and has a great destiny waiting for him.”

Ender was confused. The baby looked like every other baby she’s ever seen. What golden treasure could he possibly possess?

The Sheikah spoke again, “Are you willing to handle this type of responsibility?”

“The responsibility of what?” Ender asked, “What’s so special about this one baby? He looks like all the other Hylians out there.”

“The responsibility of raising a hero,” the Sheikah stated.

“A hero? Who said this one baby, out of the hundreds of others, would grow up to be a hero?”

“The Goddesses did… Now are you willing to raise him, or do you want me to take him?”

Ender sighed and glanced at the Sheikah. Her bright, gold eyes meeting the Sheikah’s vigilant, ruby ones.

“I’ll keep him. Unless Lady Oma says no,” she added quickly.

“Very well,” the Sheikah said something to herself before continuing. “If she says yes, I will visit you occasionally in order to help you.”

“Sarqso, and sav’orr,” Ender mumbled as she closed the door. She then realized something, how did the Sheikah know she wasn’t carrying her own baby? As she turned back and opened the door she noticed that no one was there. “What in Din’s name?” She looked around and sighed. She closed the door and retreated to her room to rest.

#the hylian child #the legend of zelda #breath of the wild #tori #kyra #lisha #ender #link #kada #wild link #h-gc link #hylian-gerudo child au #zelda au #botw au #my fanfiction

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