Ok ok ok, a male gerudo is born like every hundred years, right? And in botw they beat ganon, who I’m assuming was once the male gerudo. So, ignoring the dehydrated corpse in totk, wouldn’t it be funny if the reincarnation cycle for ganon kicked in almost immediately, and Link and Zelda are like “wait he’s a fking baby now?” shh, I know, it doesn’t make sense, just go with it.
Anyway, May can’t get here fast enough, so have a baby au! I have 3-ish more ideas for this au, so here’s to hoping I can kick my ass into writing them!! Per usual, I didn’t edit this as well as I should have.
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Zelda’s steps were light as she climbed down the stairs of the little cottage. She stuck close to the hand rail as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
“Good morning, Link,” She greeted through a yawn, walking past him at the dining table where he sat spooning something unidentifiable into the mouth of a baby.
“Good morning, Prinnncesssss,” He cooed back, exaggerating slightly for the baby’s entertainment as he flew a spoonful of mash playfully in the air before diving it into the baby’s open mouth.
Zelda smiled, rolling her eyes. Despite her pleas to stop, Link was adamant about using her old title. It was entirely unnecessary; the Kingdom was no more, but he insisted nonetheless. Supposedly, it helped his still fretful memory.
She continued onto the breakfast nook, following the scent of warm, fresh brewed coffee, and went through her normal motions. She filled the cup, added her sweeteners, and at long last, took a spirit-saving sip.
“Ahh,” She sighed in relief, smacking her lips, “it’s delicious today.”
“My best pot yet?” Link teased, looking up from the infant to smile at her. His smile was, per usual, picturesque, stopping her heart momentarily, but she kept that to herself.
Instead, she smiled back, “It just might—” Her brain came to a reeling halt, words instantly forgotten. She looked at Link, then down at her coffee. Back to Link. Her coffee. Finally, to the baby with a mouthful of puree. Back to her coffee. To Link. To the baby. To Link. To the baby. To Link, and again, the baby.
“Link?” She asked.
“Yes?” He answered, his attention again away from her. His face contorted into an “O” shape as he spooned more food into the baby’s mouth, and the baby mimicked him with round eyes keenly interested in Link’s antics.
“What is that?” She said calmly, pointing towards the baby. In most Hyrulian circles, this was a highly offensive gesture. To get someone’s attention or point another person’s attention elsewhere, Hylians often used signifiers like “HEY!” or “LISTEN!”, and then used their eyes to gesture where they wanted.
They did not point.
Zelda, being a former princess of Hyrule, was well aware of this informal social rule. In this specific instance, she chose to ignore it.
“Oh, this?” Link shook the container of mash, “Apple puree. I added a little cinnamon. It’s quite good.”
“No, not that—that!” She emphasized, jabbing her finger repeatedly at the baby.
Link’s eyebrows furrowed, “You mean the baby?”
“Bah?” The baby’s face twisted, and his little fist making grabby motions at spoon, angry his meal hovered too far from his mouth.
“Nooo, I mean the full-grown man right in front of you!” She threw up her arms, “Yes! Of course! I mean the random Gerudo baby. Who else would I be referring to!?”
“Ah,” Link’s eyes went wide with understanding, and he nodded, “yes, well, he was on the doorstep this morning. I almost stepped on his little basket when I went to feed the horses.”
She felt her eyes bulge out their sockets, “Do you know who that is?”
“Well, considering he’s a baby, no, we haven’t yet had the pleasure to meet until just this morning. Hungry little thing, though. Likes a good apple puree.” He paused, tilting his head as he examined the baby in full as if for the first time, “Well, Hylia, it seems we already have a lot in common.”
“Link!” Zelda stomped over, pointing another accusatory finger at the baby, “It’s Ganon!”
Link looked from her to the baby before slowly turning his attention back her.
“The baby,” He deadpanned.
“Yes!”
“You think the baby, this one right here,” He nodded his chin at the baby, and then gestured towards the door of the cottage, “is the castle sized monster I slayed in Hyrule Field?”
Zelda felt her face color, “Y-yes!”
“The monster that enslaved you for over one hundred years?”
“Yes!”
“This baby?”
“Who else!”
“Did you sleep well last night, Princess? You usually have more wit about you.”
“Don’t take that tone with me!” She stomped, propping her hands on her hips, “I know it’s Ganon because I was stuck with Ganon! A Gerudo prince is born every one hundred years after the last one passes—”
“It hasn’t even been fou—”
“—I know it’s only been four months! But we put his spirit to rest—”
“Well—” He interrupted again, amending her statement, “—I put his spirit to rest.”
Zelda stopped raving, slowly lowering her arms to stare at her former knight. He met her stare evenly with a Hylia-forsaken smirk.
“Sort-of just popped in at the end, didn’t you?” He mused, turning back to the baby.
She swore she felt a blood vessel pop as she glared at him. Through gritted teeth she spoke, “We.”
“That’s not what everyone else says,” he teased back, and then cooed at the baby, “huh, Ganon, what do you think? Did the Princess put your spirit to rest?”
The baby gurgled around a spoonful of food, much more interested in the glittering guardian shield hanging up behind Link then the two adults bickering.
Flushed and embarrassed, she turned away from the both of them and stomped her way back up the stairs.
“Fine!” She scowled, “If you want to play house with Demise itself, by all mean, be my guest! Can’t say I’m surprised! No one ever listens to me!” She started throwing her meager belongings into her knapsack, “Don’t know why I bother! Don’t know why I stay!”
“I thought it was because you have nowhere else to go,” Link supplied from the table; the amusement in his voice floating up to the loft.
She placed a finger kiss on Urbosa’s brow, and then, stomped back down the stairs with her things in tow, “I’m leaving!”, and when she got no suitable response, she spoke again, barely able to contain her rage, “For good this time! I’m staying with Purah, and tomorrow I’ll have Symin take me back to Impa! This is it!”
She kicked open the door, and before she slammed it shut, she hissed, “And no following me! I mean it! I can’t stand you!”
“I’ll see you at dinner then?” Link’s voice sang out after her, and to give credit where credit was due, not even Bolson batted an eye when she screamed.
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“Ah,” Link smiled when the door was, once again, kicked open (thank Hylia for sturdy oak); he didn’t bother to look at who was behind him. He knew well enough already. Spooning out her plate of dinner, he hummed, “you’re back just in time.”
“I’m not back!” Zelda argued as she threw down her knapsack, “I’ve come to say my final peace!”
Finally, Link turned to face her. The look on his face was soft with affection, “over food, at least?”
He looked stupidly cute with the baby gurgling over his shoulder, strapped to his back where his sword usually belonged. It surprised her enough that the dark look on her face momentarily relaxed, and she stared at the bowl of stemming pumpkin stew he was holding out to her before she remembered herself.
Despite her grumbling stomach, her pretty sneer was back in its proper place, and she huffed, “What? Let me guess, you put a ton of meat in it as punishment? You want to poke more fun at me?”
Link laughed. It sounded as it always did, airy and calm. Link had never been a loud laugher. The sound of it reminded her more of an old wise librarian, and not a reckless adrenaline junkie fond of swords and mud.
“I wouldn’t do that,” He placed her stew down at her normal spot. He pointed to her bowl, “no meat,” then he pointed to his, “meat,” finally, he pointed to a smaller dish next to his own, “baby food.” His eyes crinkled in amusement, “I was tempted to serve you that, but—”
“I’m leaving!” She turned back to the door, “Farewell forever! Don’t ask after me!”
“I said, but,” Link laughed again, pulling her back into the cottage, and plopping her down at the table. “Ganon and I both decided you’ve been teased enough for today.”
A worried look passed over her face, and she pressed her lips into a thin line, looking towards Link, the baby, and her bowl of stew. She chewed on her cheeks for a moment, considering what he had said, when, accidentally, she blurted out, “You were very mean!”
If at all possible, the look on Link’s face softened even more as he put the bowl down in front of her, “I was.”
“It hurt my feelings,” She whined, but the crease of her forehead signaled she was worrying over something much bigger then hurt feelings.
“I’m sorry,” He hummed, kneeling down next to her seat.
She turned slightly to face him, doe eyes impossibly large and grief stricken, “I helped you a little bit, didn’t I?”
This pulled another smile out of Link, large enough to even show his teeth, which was an incredible rarity, “More than a little bit, every single day. You protected Hyrule for so long, Princess, I could never forget that.”
“But everyone—” She started to argue.
“—Hyruleans aren’t always…very intelligent, are they?”
Zelda pondered this for a moment before visibly relaxing. “Literacy rates have gone down in the last one hundred years,” she conceded.
The corners of Link’s eyes crinkled with amusement, and he sat back on his hunches, mindful of the baby, to push the bowl of stew on the table closer to her.
“Eat?” He asked.
“Oh, yes,” She often had to be reminded to do so, “I’m—I’m sorry, Link, I didn’t—”
“Just eat,” He hummed, and then, opened his mouth to say something more—maybe something just a little too charming to be considered friendly banter—when his head suddenly tugged to the side. He hissed, one of his eyes shutting reflexively in pain, and reached behind him, “Ah, no, lil Ganon, no pulling.” Carefully, Link extracted a chunk of his hair from a small, chubby hand, and explained, “He’s fond of hair, anything sparkly, and apple puree. That’s all you’ve missed.”
There was a long beat, as if Zelda was purposefully trying to forget the baby existed in real time before she let out an uneasy breath and asked, “You’re calling the baby Ganon?”
“It’s funny,” Link shrugged with another one of his infamous airy laughs as he wrestled fistfuls of hair away from the baby strapped to his back.
“He almost destroyed all of Hyrule.” Zelda commented, trying her hardest to keep her voice as neutral as possible, but she was sure he could still hear the twinge of hysteria.
“Almost.” Link echoed, “Besides, wasn’t it actually Demise? There are too many names to remember.”
“It was both of them!”
And, ah, yes, now, there was the hysteria.
“Only the most virtuous of people can hold the triforce of power. It’s plagued by Demise itself, who craves power like no other. Only the strongest-willed are successful at overcoming its temptations, and when they cannot, well—” She gestured around, “—we all suffer for it.”
“And I can sense it,” She explained, clutching at the fabric of her shirt over her chest; panic seeping into her features. “That child holds the triforce of power. Demise is already in him, with his malice and evil, trying to corrupt him. He may be a baby now, but it is only a matter of time before he dooms us all.”
Link stopped wrestling little hands away from his hair and earrings to stare at her. He mulled over what she had said with a sullen, almost disgusted look. Finally, he spoke, “Ah, so, I’m underestimated, you’re never listened to, and lil Ganon’s will simply cannot break. Very fair.”
“I never said it was fair.”
Link let a deep breath out through his nose, “Princess—” She cringed; sometimes she liked when he called her that, sometimes it felt like a knife to her heart, and it was one of those times where it felt like a knife to her heart, “—what makes you think this time Ganon will fail?”
She said simply, “History.”
Link rolled his eyes, “Well, excuse me, your highness, but the last time someone accused my charge of failing, it was only because of the people around her, not her lack of trying.”
Zelda sucked in a rapid breath, seemingly taken back by the admission despite Link saying something similar many times before. This time it was different. This time she heard it, the way she spoke to herself of herself, and how she was now placing that doubt on a child. It was like a slap to the face, and she felt she was no better then her father’s Court, who had treated her so poorly during her own childhood. She didn’t want to be like that—like them.
Tears pricked her eyes, but she had no words. Instead, she stared at Link, who continued to speak.
“I will not let another one of us do it on our own. If what your saying is true—and I’ve never known you to be a liar—and this child, no, this infant,” he corrected, “has to face what we faced within himself, I will be by his side when that time comes.”
“It’s not up to us. It’s up to him. We can’t do anything.”
“For Hyrule, we have to try.” He looked up at her seriously from his knees as if he was swearing allegiance once more to the crown, and something in her fluttered, “I will not lose this world again. I will not lose you again. We have to try. It’s what Hylia would want, you know that, and you would be the best person to teach him that, to teach him Her light.”
“Our time is done. She no longer speaks to me,” She whispered, “how could I teach him anything useful?”
“You’re the only one who knows what he’ll be going through, and how hard it will be, and how much is at stake, and what sits on his shoulders if he doesn’t succeed.”
“You do too,” She argued feebly.
“Not in same way. I was never stuck in his head.”
“It’s—I—Link, it was very hard being trapped with him.” She admitted softly, refusing to look at either him or the baby, “I saw things that I—” She swallowed and stayed silent.
“Zel,” He took one of her hands in his, and spoke quietly, “Skyward bound, adrift in time, or something-something embers of Twilight—”
“—that’s not how it starts,” Zelda snorted, she couldn’t help herself, and he winked, glad she had fallen for it, “eh, I may have forgotten a line or two, but the point is, I’ll be right here with you.”
She smiled, placing her other hand over his, and he had to fight back a flare of ear-warming affection.
“I know,” She assured him, “thank you.”
The baby squealed and gurgled over Link’s shoulder, finding for the first time, the joy of making spit bubbles, and they both jumped at the noise. It broke the odd, depressing atmosphere they had found themselves in, and the two of them shared a startled look. With a smile, Link pulled the little Gerudo prince out of his carrier. He was adorable, there was no doubt about that. Large, golden eyes, lined with the thickest red lashes Zelda had ever seen batted up at her. His cheeks were rosy, chubby, and round, and a sprout of soft red hair was curling down his forehead.
Zelda wiggled a finger in front of the infant cautiously, and it caught his attention instantly. With a toothless giggle, the baby latched onto her hand, and Zelda frowned.
“Just because you’re cute right now, doesn’t mean I forgive you,” She sniffed, “but as a show of good faith, I will allow you to be in my acquaintance.” She leaned forward, their noses almost touching, which also interested the baby as he made grabs at her face, holding her nose and patting her cheeks, “Be warned, child, I’m watching you like a hawk. Your age is no excuse, your lessons start now.”
“And!” She leaned back up, “We’re not calling him Ganon!”
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Hello! I noticed that some of your fics on Ao3 are tagged "Screen Reader Friendly," and I wondered what makes a fic screen reader friendly. Is it just about formatting, or does content matter too?
Hi, thank you so much for asking this question!!! Disclaimer I am not visually impaired so all of this information I have learned by seeing blind or visually impaired people talk about this issue.
It’s primarily formatting! I’ll list everything I do to try to make my fics accessible here.
Line breaks!!! Use the ao3 line break code instead of adding a bunch of symbols. This is the biggest thing I had to change once I realized my fics were not screen reader friendly.
HOWEVER some screen readers won’t pick up on the horizontal line, either. Another good option is to use a short series of symbols, for example: “~~” or “- - -“
Basically, just don’t use more than three symbols in a row. I used to use “~~~/\~~~” with a delta symbol in the middle to look like the triforce, but a screen reader would see that and say “asterisk asterisk asterisk delta asterisk asterisk asterisk” which is pretty annoying lol
Most screen readers don’t differentiate between regular text and bold/italics. It’s fine to have those in your story, but if the bold/italics significantly changes the plot or the implications of a sentence then it is not screen reader friendly
Screen readers can’t describe a line break that is just an empty space. For example, in one of my fics I have a character reading a note, and I have an extra ‘return button’ space before and after the note to make the note distinct from the rest of the text. To make that fic more screen reader friendly, instead of just an empty space, I wrote “[Line Break]”. That way, a screen reader can say “line break”, and readers still recognize it as a line break
If you have any sort of chat fic (AND this goes for hashtags on tumblr too!) with screen names, be sure to distinguish the separate words in the screen name. You can do this with by capitalizing the first letter of each word like this “ScreenNameHere” or with dashes in between each word “screen-name-here”. That helps screen readers and also people with things like dyslexia who have trouble distinguishing words if they aren’t capitalized or separated in some way.
Screen readers can read image emojis like this smiley face 😁 because they have embedded alt text, but they can’t read text emojis as an emoji, like this one “:D”. If you use any of those in your fic, add a description like this: “ :D [Image description: text emoji of a smiley face with a big, open mouthed smile. End description].”
Also, this one doesn’t have to do with a screen reader, but if you have an image embedded in your story, keep these things in mind:
Be sure to describe the image so anyone who is blind or visually impaired can still experience the image. I don’t think it’s possible to add alt text to the actual image, so I usually put this below the image: “[Image ID: description of the image. Note the important details, but be as concise as you can. /End ID]”. Including the image description instead of some sort of alt text is good for DeafBlind people who can’t see the image well enough but don’t use a screen reader.
Some blind or visually impaired people don’t use a screen reader and instead zoom in on the text. If an image is embedded in the story, be sure it is sized correctly. If it isn’t, it can make scrolling sideways to read zoomed in text more difficult because it makes the webpage much wider than the text itself.
Not all my fics have the screen reader friendly tag because 1. There might be a few I haven’t updated yet, and 2. I didn’t include the tag on fics that have weird formatting or are accent heavy. For example, in Kinship I wrote Twilight’s dialogue to represent his strong accent, and those kinds of things with apostrophes and half-words don’t come through well with a screen reader.
I personally don’t think it’s good practice to include a ton of apostrophes or shortened words to distinguish an accent. Even for people not using screen readers, it’s hard to read. For me, if I see a fic with things like that, I won’t read it. Maybe try having a few words that the character’s accent comes through on, or write something about their heavy accent outside of the dialogue.
The “Screen Reader Friendly” tag isn’t an officially recognized AO3 tag yet, but the more people who use it, the sooner it will be!
Those are all the things I can think of right now. If anyone has any other tips to add, please do so!!
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