okay, so i have a personal headcannon that with the zora, bathing together is pretty normal, especially among friends. its pretty much just like hanging out for them sense they're prolly desensitized to nudity for most part. at least within their race. here's the idea / request ~
the prince and his dear friend / crush hang out n bathe in a lake after a little adventure leaves the reader scraped up. maybe he has questions about hylian anatomy, or maybe the reader has a couple scars hidden under their shirt.
i know this might sound like a weird request but i promise it doesn't come from a weird place, i just think it would be fluffy and cute. 100% okay if it's to weird for you though 😎 but you can't argue that it's not canon.
fem or non binary reader if you're willing to do it though please n thank you <3
"Well, I'm sure we'll get a glimpse of the Lord of the Mountain one of these days," Sidon says as he takes your hand to guide you through the piles of leaves and twigs littering the ground. You're headed toward a lake at the base of the mountain. Both of you are dirty after taking on a lynel that haunts the area, the result of one too many wrong turns trying to find the best route up the mountain. The two of you reenact your favorite moments from the battle and chit-chat occasionally along the way, the sparse silences between you comfortable and warm.
When you arrive, both of you dip your toes into the pristine water. It is surprisingly warm and inviting. Sidon lets go of your hand and starts to remove his armor without hesitation. You watch him for a few moments before realizing you're staring at him, and you turn your gaze elsewhere, hoping your cheeks aren't as red as they feel. You can't resist one last glance at his backside before it is submerged in the water. You quickly look away again as he turns to give you a smile, calling to you to join him. And here you thought you'd be taking turns, backs turned while guarding the other's personal belongings.
Shrugging, you disrobe too. Given his nonchalance about stripping in front of you, and your reassurance that you are wonderfully alone, why not?
You don't feel so weird about watching him when you realize he's doing the same to you. It's not in a way that makes you feel uncomfortable, but you can tell he doesn't feel the need to rip his eyes away from your form as you did with him. For him, it seems the most natural thing in the world.
You hear the tinkling sound of the water as he pulls one of his hands out and gestures to his own chest. "You have a lot of scratches. Right around here."
You look down at yourself. He's right -- you had vaguely noticed the burning sensation there but it hadn't been first on your mind. "Huh. I guess the lynel did do some damage," you say.
He chuckles. "You say that like it's something that happens to you every day."
You wade into the water until it is up to your waist, splashing some onto your face and hair. "It's mostly thanks to you that it didn't do more," you say.
"You're kidding, right? You were absolutely fierce and marvelous, Y/N. A born warrior." You don't have time to reply before he goes underwater, doing some fancy Zora swimming moves before emerging closer to you. His gaze drops but quickly returns to your face. "Do all Hylians have . . . er, I'm sorry, I forget the name . . ."
You look at where he's gesturing and note the difference between the two of you. "Nipples?" you supply, blushing again at the word. "Yes."
He nods and looks contemplatively into the distance. "As a boy, I once saw a Hylian woman in the village with her hatchling to her chest. People were acting a bit strangely about what she was doing, but it involved her . . . her nipple. Muzu told me that I shouldn't stare, that that's how they feed their young. I suppose it makes a bit more sense, now that I see one up close."
You smile at the word hatchling. Things are different for the Zora, but in several ways, they are the same given the anatomy you've just observed on the prince himself.
Without thinking first, you find yourself blurting out, "Hylians don't normally bathe together, unless." You stall by splashing water on your face again. You didn't mean to end the sentence there, but you worry about how he might respond to the idea that it's more a romantic or intimate gesture among Hylians. You don't want him to think you're interpreting this incorrectly, because you know it does not mean the same thing to the Zora.
"Unless?" he prompts you.
"It's, um, more of a romantic thing, if we do it together. Not we, as in you and I, I mean." You bite your lip to resist the urge to babble.
"How curious! So it is a ritual of courtship among Hylians, then." Recognition flashes in his gaze. You haven't the heart to correct him by mentioning that it typically takes place well after courtship has been well established. "Oh. But I do hope this isn't uncomfortable for you with me. Now I understand why you hesitated at first."
Shaking your head, you reply, "It's refreshing, really. The Zora ways. I wish Hylians didn't view things like nudity or breastfeeding with so much shame. So much need for hiding and secrecy, like these things don't exist or there's something wrong with them. Not that I want everyone to walk around naked or anything, but I mean . . ." Now you're babbling. You giggle, close your mouth and submerge yourself entirely under the water before launching toward the deeper end of the lake. You surface several feet away from Sidon and float on your back, looking up at the clouds.
Sidon allows your silence and the distraction for a while and busies himself with doing laps around the lake. You feel an unspoken tension between the two of you. You turn to tread water again when you feel him beside you. "I apologize if my curiosity made you uncomfortable," he says softly. "If there is ever anything you want to know about me or . . . my body, or the Zora, I hope you know I am an open book, Y/N."
"You didn't make me uncomfortable," you say quickly. "And I appreciate that. I think I will, some time." You want to tell him you're enjoying this, that you hope to do this more often, but your conditioning toward awkwardness about these things makes it difficult to speak your mind.
His expression relaxes a bit. "Shall we start back for the Domain? I think we ought to get your scratches looked at, just in case."
You nod even though you wish the moment could last longer. "Only if you promise we can do this again some time. Um, maybe just the two of us, though. I don't know if I'm ready to be naked in front of a crowd yet. Hylian conditioning and all that," you say.
He takes your hand once you reach the shore and gives it a little squeeze. "Understood. And, I promise."
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i see a lot of interpretations of zor being this otherworldly, anomalous presence- larger than life, practically non-human. and i, too, like perceiving zor through this veil of anonymity. i think making them too tangible or perceivable really detracts from what's been established about their character.
but, i personally really, really like the thought of zor being human. mortal. but terrifying to the point where you'd be forgiven for forgetting it.
i think one of the things that i adored about ieytd before the third game dropped (and honestly made me a little disappointed when it was changed later on) was the fact that the agency never had a face. it just... was what it was. it had facets- granted, the EOD was always the only one of any relevance. but, really, think about what we know about the agency between all three games. compare that to how much we know about zoraxis.
there's something really appealing to me about zor being who they are... they're probably the most wealthiest person on earth. they had a monopoly that quite literally gripped the world in their first- as their emblem would suggest. they hire some of the most lethal minds in the world- chemists, inventors, engineers.
and yet... despite it all, they're just one person. to me, their anonymity is a shield against the fact they are a person. they hide behind the lethality and prowess of their elite operatives- not to mention we've seen how clever they can be when it came to manipulating prism. they're by no means useless.
but what would they be without their anonymity? what would they be without the weapons they didn't design, the lairs they didn't build, the employees they use as human shields? the second zor is gone, zoraxis crumbles. they are the support pillar of their entire corporation.
... but what's the agency's equivalent? even post morales being a character, can we be certain that he's the glue holding the entire organization together?
think about zoraxis' most lethal schemes. seizing control of the world's atomic weaponry. striking targets anywhere on earth's surface with a giant laser. exploding the brain of every telekinetic agent on the planet. are they really seeking to cause as much damage as possible- to the agency specifically, collateral, or otherwise?
or do they not know where to strike. zor's tactic- for as high the stakes have been escalating- has always carried a similar motif. cleave and strike indiscriminately until the threat is neutralized.
but it never works. zor is lashing at a hydra- sprouting new heads where the old ones have been lopped off. they don't seem aware of how to destroy the agency other than exterminating each and every one of them off the face of the earth, in whatever way is most convenient at the moment.
i just think there's something to be said about zoraxis- and by extension, zor- always being seen as this oppressive, near-otherworldly force, constantly applying pressure on phoenix... when for all we know, zoraxis could be perceiving the agency in the exact same light.
zor, ultimately, has one beating heart. the agency has thousands. and all of them are dispensable.
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Im...happy?? Even temporarily???
Woke up and laid in bed longer than I should have, but less than I usually do, and while filled with dread, it's LESS dread than usual
Walked to mass at new church, completely bland generic sermon & bland generic music, which is perfect, nobody knows me or is trying to rope me into things or expects things from me, I don't have to pretend I don't absolutely loathe so much of catholic parish culture, I can just, go in, go out, be a nameless face in the pew which is Safe and Uncontroversial. There was even the coolest looking older butch in the pew with me. Docs and leather jacket and all.
Stopped and read on a cafe patio with a coffee and pastry. The sun was out. Nobody was constantly texting me asking where I was. It was me and my iced coffee and silly vampire book.
Checked out the main shopping area, saw all the local grocers and bakeries and small local businesses. I'm not in a suburban box store desert anymore. I may pay slightly more at small businesses but if I want the luxury of this kind of area that's a cost I'm willing (and newly able) to pay. Plus living here means I don't have to own a car and am saving so much on that front that it still works out in my favour financially
Stopped by a little florist, tiny hole on the wall, met the nicest man and his nephew and got tons of plant advice based on my apartment layout and some recommendations for what should be unkillable given my brown thumb. Will absolutely be going back for more plants once I'm fully set up + some for my office
Like. This was unthinkable a year ago. I desperately need to keep my job. So I can keep this. I forgot how good it was to live in an area like this, not endless detached housing sprawl. I can walk everywhere. I lived in an arealike this in uni but my budget was nonexistent (grad school funding woooo). Now that I have a (very small admittedly) degree of financial flexibility??? Im allowed to sit on a patio with a 5$ coffee once a week??? I can pop into little florists and grocers and bakeries if I want?? Nobody is going to judge me for "wasting" money by not buying the absolutely dogshit quality cheapest thing possible??? Or not reporting on my location at all times? I owe no accounting of my every trip out the house?
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