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Hyrule Ouran Host Club pt. 1
🕑 Added 2022-07-02 01:59:40 +0000 UTCLink gasped and covered his mouth, struck speechless with shock. He had been distracted on the first real weekend he’d gotten to himself since being shipped off by his parents to the Royal Hyrule Academy in Castle Town. He’d been looking for spare rupees on the ground–he could only afford to go to the prestigious school thanks to a generous scholarship from the Royal Guard Corp–and he was hoping to pick up a little spending money. But he’d been so distracted looking by his feet that he’d walked right into the ornate, ancient Sheikah-produced vase that sat on a pedestal in the Academy’s history wing.
Hearing a loud crash from the lab where she was trying to study some ancient scrolls regarding magic, Zelda sighed and walked out into the common area.
“Link!” she said. He jumped and dropped the shards of pot he was holding, breaking them further. “What do you think you’re doing? That vase was an irreplaceable artifact of great age, on lone to the Academy from my family’s archives. I hope you have the rupees to pay for it.”
Link gulped nervously and, squeezing his eyes shut, shook his head. There was a brief silence, before Zelda sighed. “Very well. I suppose we’ll need to figure out some arrangement to pay off your debt. Do you have any marketable skills?”
Link shrugged. He was okay at climbing and hang-gliding and fencing and archery, but none of those were obvious money-makers.
“Give me a moment to think,” Zelda said. As she regarded Link’s slender but toned figure, she was struck by his androgynous beauty. ‘I think I may have an idea…”
