Never Without You │ BOTW modern AU fanfic

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"And you locked the door, right?"

"Yes."

Lying on my back now, my eyes notice the bathroom door on the other side of the room. I wouldn't think much of it if it weren't for the faint glow of light coming through the slim gap at the bottom.

"Link," I whisper, keeping my stare attached to the door.

When we hear the sound of water streaming into a sink, we stop everything we're doing and quickly get up from the bed. As I try to zip up my dress like a contortionist, the light beneath the bathroom door clicks into darkness, and immediately after, the door opens wide.

A lady in an elegantly tight dress and feathery red mask steps out, eyeing both of us with suspicion and a hint of what just happened. Or almost happened.

"Who are you?" She asks into the dark room.

"Sheik," Link answers before I can even find my voice. Why would he steal my alter ego! Now I have to come up with a fake name on the spot! "And who are you?" Link asks her back.

"The lady of the house," she says, carrying herself in an authoritarian and confident demeanor. "What are you two doing in my bedroom?"

"The zipper of my dress broke," I lie, hoping to sound convincing. "So we wanted to find a private room to fix it."

"I see," she nods, still standing by the door with the confidence of a queen. "Sheik, was it?" she asks Link. He gives a small nod. "Downstairs, two doors to the left of the kitchen, you will find my husband's office. There should be a sewing kit in one of the cabinets. Please be so kind and go fetch it for us?"

Link's eyes meet mine briefly. "Oh," he says, hesitating. "That's alright. We've already sorted it out."

"Get it anyway," the lady smiles, yet there is something behind her smile that says 'Do it or I'll call security.' And so without further ado, Link obliges, leaving the bedroom to search for the sewing kit.

Once he has left the room, the lady approaches me, her touch soft as she cups my flushed cheeks. Her eyes scan my face as if searching for any marks or wounds. "Are you alright, my dear?"

I nod, trying to appear composed despite the embarrassment pulsating through my veins.

"Remind me... How old are you, Zelda?"

My eyes widen, giving away how mortified I really am. "Do we know each other?"

She just smiles, waiting patiently for me to answer her question.

"Nineteen," I say. "How do you know my name?"

Calmly, she asks, "Have you been consuming any alcohol or drugs tonight?"

"No, ma'am."

She lets go of my face and tells me to turn around so she can zip me up. As expected, the zipper glides up smoothly.

"It doesn't seem broken," she notes.

"Like we said, it's already fixed."

"I must say... He did a commendable job repairing your dress." There is a strong undertone of sarcasm laced into her voice.

"You don't believe us at all, do you?"

With my dress zipped up again, I turn to face her. She gives me a knowing smile. "There is no sewing kit in my husband's office."