The Matchmaker

Part 1


A/N: Another fic for the 50scenes challenge on LJ. This one is a four-parter, each chapter a different prompt. This one is total crack, all the way, so consider yourself warned. Also look out for the OOC monster. As usual, MalonxSheik. Prompt is "Heed".

Disclaimer: Not mine!


"YOU WANT ME TO WHAT?!"

The Princess regarded him with a mischievous smirk, lightly drumming her fingers against the arm of the chair she was currently seated in as she repeated very calmly, "Help me set them up on a date."

Link gaped at her for a few more seconds, eyes wide, mouth hanging open, before trying to say something. It came out as a very intelligent, "Bu—wha—the—WHY?!"

Zelda smiled. "Because I said so."

"B-but—Malon?!"

"She's a very sweet girl, and deserves some romance. She's old enough now to start considering suitors."

"SHEIK?!"

A sniff. "He needs a social life. Period."

The Hero couldn't really think of a way to respond to that, so instead he went back to gaping. Navi danced in front of his face for a few seconds, received no response, save a bit of drooling, and then said to Zelda, "Uh oh, Princess. I think you broke his brain."

The smile the Princess wore faded slightly, but brightened up again after a few seconds, reminding herself that she was the Princess. He had to do what she said, no ifs, ands, or buts about it, whether it involved a bit of well-meant matchmaking, or a pink tutu and Princess Ruto. (Which, if he didn't start showing her a little more respect, might actually happen. She could be delightfully vindictive when she tried.) She cheerfully reminded him of this fact. "I can make it a Royal Order, if you need convincing."

The Hero blinked, "Guh?"

To Be Continued...


A/N: Yes, yes, it's short. The next few will be longer. Part 2 is done and Part 3 is on the way. The fic will be updated in a few days, or when I get 5 reviews. Whichever comes first.

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