Legend of Zelda Short Fics No. 2

(Modern Day Time + Twilight Family AU No. 1)

"Here you go," said Link Jr. cheerfully as he emptied two cans of cat food into the bowls laying on the kitchen floor.  "Come on and eat your - " he paused to look at the cans' labels, " - turkey giblets in gravy enriched with vitamins and minerals!"  He lifted his head.  "Dad, what's 'enriched' mean?"

The elder Link stirred the nearly-cooked spaghetti.  "It means they added those vitamins and minerals to it when they put it in the can," he answered.  "Remember to put those bowls away when the cats are finished, okay?"

"I will," said the boy, kneeling down to scratch the ears of his two cats as they ate heartily.  "So the landlord doesn't take them away.  How come he doesn't want cats around, anyway?  They're fun!"

Link Senior chuckled a bit.  "Well, let's just say that Mister Mido isn't a very fun-loving guy."  He looked over at the egg timer when it rang, signaling that their dinner was finished.  He turned off the stove, took the pot of pasta over to the sink, and carefully strained the water.  "Junior, can you get me the butter?"

"Yeah."  Junior opened the refrigerator and took out a half a stick of butter that had been wrapped in the paper it came in.  He placed it on the counter top next to the stove.  "Don't put any sauce on mine!  I just want butter.  That's it."

"I know, I know."  Link spooned some butter onto the spaghetti, stirring it until it had melted thoroughly.  He served his son, then himself, pouring over his noodles the tomato sauce he had haphazardly heated up in the microwave.  It wasn't as hot as it should have been, but that was okay - his two jobs were exhausting and physically demanding, so he always came home ravenous and didn't really mind if his dinner was a little cold.

Junior grabbed a fork and took a bite of spaghetti as he took it over to the table.  "Dad," he began, "when am I gonna get to watch one of your fencing classes again?  I miss going to those."

"Whenever I teach one that doesn't start at three," replied Link, who joined the boy and mixed his food around on his plate.  "You're still in class when it starts, remember?"

"But that's when we have circle time," protested Junior, "and that's boring.  All we do is listen to Mr. Rusl read little kid books.  I'd rather watch you."

"I can't just take you out of class for no reason, you know that."

"But I wanna learn to fight like you!  I don't wanna learn about dumb kid stories!"

Link raised an eyebrow amused.  "I thought you wanted to be a vet, Junior," he took another bite.  "Didn't you say you wanted to take care of animals?"

"I do!"  He gave his father a bold (yet unintentionally adorable) look.  "But I wanna do fencing too.  I wanna take care of animals and be a cool fighter like you!  I can do both, can't I?"

The elder Link couldn't help but laugh at the boy's enthusiasm.  That was a trait they shared - the stubborn will to do anything they set their minds to.  It was how he himself could make ends meet after the death of his wife, and it was how little Junior went through school and life in general.  "Of course," he said, "you can be whatever you want to be.  Even a fencer-vet."

The younger Link preened.  "Yeah!  I'll be the coolest fencer and the best vet.  You'll see!"

Just then, one of the cats mewed happily and leapt onto the boy's lap.  He startled, then setting his fork down and picking up the cuddly feline.

"No, Maple, I'm not done eating yet!  I'll play with you later."  He gently sat the cat down on the floor and continued eating.

"You've done a really good job taking care of them," Link said with a smile, "I think you'll make a great vet.  And when you're older, I promise I'll start teaching you fencing."

"You always say that," said Junior, "but when's 'older'?"

"Older is…" he frowned in thought, "…when you get into middle school.  How's that sound?"

"But I'm in second grade!" whined the boy.  "That's so far away!"

"But you'll have to get taller before you can start sword-fighting, buddy!"

"Daaaaad…!"

"Sorry, Junior, but that's just how it is."

Junior frowned and took another bite.  Middle school was forever away!  At this rate, he'd never become an awesome vet-slash-fencer like he dreamed of being.  But, at least, his spaghetti was pretty good.

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(Link -> Zelda and Sheik No. 1)

"Hey, Navi," said Link, examining the box of sweets he found in the store, "you think boys like getting sweets like girls do?"

"Eh?"  Navi peered out of his hat.  "What are you talking about?"

"Well, I mean…" he let out a bashful chuckle and turned slightly pink.  "I was gonna see if Sheik would let me give these to him the next time he teaches me a song…"

"Whoa!  Whoa!  Hold on, Link!" screeched the fairy as she buzzed about his head, "What about the ones you gave to Princess Zelda seven years ago!?  I thought you were stuck on her!"

Link turned an even brighter red.  "I-I haven't forgotten her, Navi!  I still… you know…" he sulked.  "…But sometimes, I think I might feel like that about Sheik, too."  He looked back up at his companion.  "That's not bad, is it?"

Navi sighed in irritation.  "Well, people don't usually give sweets to one person then go right back and give them to another.  There's a word for that."

"What?"

"'Two-timing'."

"But it's not bad, right?"

The fairy's wings slumped.  Of course, she knew he hadn't meant to do anything wrong - far from it! - but she was still worried that his cluelessness might get him into trouble one of these days.  "Nevermind," she said hopelessly, "you do what you want.  But you're gonna be the one to explain all this to the Princess when we see her again, not me!"

"Okay…"  He looked at the sweets again with a frown.  She made it sound like liking two people a whole lot was a bad thing, but for the life of him he couldn't understand way.  Maybe he'd get it when he was older.

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(Fem!Time x Twilight No. 1)

So let's say you're a certain Legendary Hero who has always considered himself quite straight in orientation, with a single exception.  Now let's say that the single exception in question shows up one day out of nowhere with a slightly shorter stature, slightly longer hair, and an average-sized set of breasts.  What would you do?

Why, take her back to your place, of course.  Which is precisely what Twilight did when a female version of his beloved mentor showed up as the result of some freak cosmic accident.

He flopped back onto his bed with a contented sigh, spent and sweaty from the deed.  He closed his eyes and grinned.  "Well, that was one thing I didn't think I'd ever get to do," he mused.

Time laughed, drawing up her toned legs and resting her arms on her knees.  "You should treasure this moment, Twilight.  We might not ever get to see each other again once this cosmic rift corrects itself."

Twilight Turned to her and frowned.  "Yeah… I'm gonna miss you a lot.  I think I almost prefer you as a woman."  He paused.  "Not that I don't like my Time the way he is."

"No, no, I understand; you've just always preferred women.  I'm sure he'll understand."  She reached behind her head, twirling her small ponytail around her finger.  "Besides, you never know… if I'm here, maybe your Time is having fun with my Twilight."

"Ha, I wouldn't be surprised."  He looked at the ceiling again.  "He always did like cute girls."

"And cute guys, too, if you're any indication," teased Time, placing a finger on the other's bare chest.

Twilight blushed a little at the compliment.  "Eheh, well…" He paused, scratching his cheek.  "Say, while we're on the subject - what's your Twilight like?"

"Well," said Time, folding her arms across her chest, "she's a lot like you - outspoken, brave, and she's adorable when she gets flustered."  She tapped a slender finger on her chin.  "She's smaller than you - Goddesses, she's tiny - but she's strong as an ox."  She turned back to Twilight and grinned.  "And her chest is almost as flat as yours."

Twilight looked at her in disbelief.  "No way!" he cried, sitting up, "I'd have amazing breasts as a girl!  You're lying."

Time's laughter resounded through the room.  "You sound just like her!"  Once she regained her composure, she shook her head.  "But I'm not lying.  Besides, she's cute just the way she is, so it's really not anything to get riled up over."

"I suppose," sighed Twilight, suddenly feeling sorry that his feminine counterpart in other universe had one more thing to be jealous of Time for.  His reverie was interrupted, however, by an arm pulling his head close and Time's lips kissing his hairline.

"Don't you worry, Twilight.  I'll only have good things to say about you when I go back."

Twilight smiled goofily.  "Y-Yeah.  Thanks."  Try as he might, however, he couldn't get over how comfy his teacher's bosom was.  Yes, he thought, the breasts were definitely a nice touch.

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(Time + Twilight No. 1)

How do two Heroes of Legend, who are known for being able to escape dangerous situations with the greatest of ease, get trapped in the same dark, dusty closet?  Beats me.  But, in any case, that's exactly what happened to poor Time and Twilight.

They'd been trying for a good ten minutes to either break the lock or break down the door; however, without their items, that was proving to be quite difficult.  Twilight sighed in irritation, backing into a pile of junk in order to avoid as much awkward bodily contact with his predecessor as possible.

"Dammit all," he cursed, "and I really had to pee, too…"

Time choked a little.  "You waited until now to tell me that!?"

"I thought we'd be out by now!"  He cried out as his lost his balance slightly, his hand rolling over what felt like a glass bottle.  "…Oh, hey, there's a bottle in here.  I guess I could just go in that."

Time laughed uncomfortably.  "Haha, very funny, Twilight — "

He heard Twilight pop open the cork.  He sputtered again.

"T-Twilight, you're not actually going to go in the bottle, are you!?"

"I don't think you understand," said Twilight as he shifted his position, turning around and undoing his belt to the best of his ability, "I have to go really bad."

With a groan, Time covered his face with one hand and tried not to gag at the sound of Twilight… relieving himself.  But, he thought, at least it was in the bottle and not, say, on the floor.  Then, everything went silent for a long time before Twilight finally spoke again.

"…Time?"

"Yes?"

"I… I think I'm stuck."

Time's other hand immediately joined the first over his face.

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(Time + Twilight No. 2)

"Aww," snickered Twilight, his matted bed-hair framing his grinning face, "did somebody have a scary dream?"

Time growled in irritation and rolled over in bed, facing away from him.

"Hey, hey, I was kidding," said Twilight.  He placed a palm on the door frame and leaned against it.  "…You do kinda remind me of a little kid, though, when you get like this.  You know, my little girl and I had a little ritual we'd do when she had nightmares."

"I'm not a child, Twilight."

"I know, but hear me out.  I don't know why, but it always worked for her - maybe it'll work for you, too."

Time turned back to face him, an incredulous and groggy expression souring his face.  Twilight, meanwhile, fetched a sheet of paper and a pencil, handing it to him.

"First, you draw whatever it is you had a nightmare about."

The elder Hero hesitated.

"…Well, go on!  Draw something!"

Eventually, he took the pencil and paper, and slowly he began to make crude sketches of things he often had nightmares about - sketches of pain, of loss, of death, of the darkness that he had witnessed in life that still haunted him in death.  As he drew, Twilight's face softened as he saw parallels between the pictures and what he had heard of Time's life.  Perhaps he shouldn't have joked around about it after all.

Time finally put the pencil down and sighed, turning to Twilight.  "Okay.  Now what?"

"…Now," he said, sitting down on the bed with his predecessor, "you rip it into teeny tiny little pieces!"

"…Really?" asked Time with a cocked eyebrow.

"Just trust me!  It works!"  He smiled.  "You have control now, Time.  You just have to exert it!"

With one last glance at the paper, Time furrowed his brow and began tearing it apart.  Then, he too couldn't help but smile as the control he thought he'd lost in his nightmares returned to him.  When he finished, the horror he had remembered in his sleep lay in pieces all over the bed.  He picked them up, laughing slightly.

"Hey, you're right," he said, "that was actually pretty cathartic."

"Told you so!"  Twilight took the pieces from his hand and picked up the rest.  "I'll go throw these away.  You go back to sleep, okay?"

Time nodded and yawned.  "Okay."  He flopped back onto his side and shut his eyes.  "…Thanks, Twilight."

"Don't mention it." Twilight shut the door and went off to throw the remnants of Time's troubled life away in the trash.

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(Sky + Time No. 1)

He hadn't realized how tightly he had wrapped his arms around his predecessor's waist as they rode his loftwing through the skies of their paradise.  So when Sky chuckled a little, he didn't quite understand why.

"What's the matter, Time?" he said, placing a hand over his, "Afraid of heights?"

"Huh?  No, of course not — " he then realized his knuckles had practically turned white.  Embarrassed, he loosened his grip.  "S-Sorry, I'm just not used to being this high up…"

Sky gave his hand a squeeze.  "You don't need to worry; I'm not going to let you fall."

Time looked down, smiling a little.  "Thanks."

"Now," continued Sky, looking down at his bird, "when you want to turn, you just ease him ever so slightly to the side, and…"