AN- This idea has been floating around in my head for a while now. I probably add more chapters later, but for now it is a one shot.
I'll probably write 1 story for Teen Titans before editing Pizza(wasn't satisfied with ending) and extend this before I write my first long fic.
Tap Tap
Zelda got up from her desk in her new room. Ever after the Twilight War, she had moved her chamber to a different room. The Hero had agreed when Zelda decided it would be best if all was forgotten about that dark period of time, just as Midna had. She left the paperwork behind, if only for tonight, moving to the one small window in the room.
She pulled back the curtain to reveal the great Hero of Twilight. He was crouched down on the window sill, holding onto the upper ledge with both hands. He was clothed in his usual green garb, the left side colored stared at each other for just a moment, before he gave her a small smile.
She quickly opened the window and helped him in. Confirming that the red was blood, she lead him over to her bathroom. She helped him out of his shirt, chainmail, and boots, leaving him in only his trousers. He had a large ugly gash along his left side that was mostly scabbed over. She stared at it for a second before moving over to the cabinet.
She grabbed a towel and the hidden pair of clothes she kept for when he came to her, then left as he finished disrobing himself. As he bathed himself, Zelda changed from her royal attire into her night gown. She sat back down at her desk and began to put the paperwork away.
When he came back out shirtless, she glanced up at him before moving over to the couch and helping him down. They both closed their eyes, Link for the pain, Zelda from the concentration. She began chanting softly and weaving her hands in strange patterns over the wound. The muscle and flesh began coming together, making him wince. She finished quickly, allowing him to sit up. After he pulled on his shirt, she tossed a blanket and pillow her bed to him. He caught them and stared at her for a long moment. She broke the contact first, moving to the bed and laying down. She blew out the candle, dousing the room in darkness.
He would be gone in the morning, everything clean and orderly, as if he were never there.
No words were said during this exchange, silence prevailing over the room.