Invisible String | Ghirahim x Reader x Link

Peatrice

"You... You came to see me! I'm so happy!"

(Name) clenched her fists as she stared through Link's mirror seeing the young Peatrice oogling over the green clad hero.

Why hadn't she suspected this? She hadn't paid Peatrice any mind. She never thought she'd have to worry about the Item Check's shopkeeper. She had never been very nice to (Name) and tended to stay away from everyone.

All anyone ever knew about her was her affinity for solitude with her exception being her father, the bamboo chopping master. She was just the golden-haired girl with pigtails and an ever-present frown on her face. Snark was her first language and holding gudges was her past time.

(Name) felt so dumb not seeing that all this time Peatrice was crushing on Link.

Link wasn't (Name)'s but it still burned her heart a little at the thought of Link finding love with the Item Check's keeper.

"..."

Peatrice looked away abashedly.

"Don't stare at me like that. You're making me blush, darling! Lately, when I think about you, my head gets all fuzzy, my heart races, I get short of breath, and I feel all dizzy... You don't think... Could it be..."

"Sounds bad." Link said uneasily.

(Name) let go of her fists that she clutched so hard that her knuckles turned a pale white. She couldn't help but let out a breath of relief. Link didn't have feelings for Peatrice.

She knew he didn't after all this. She felt it in her gut. She just knew she was right. And good goddesses, she was thrilled.

Peatrice, however, did not share the same sentiment as her entire demeanor sunk deeper than the deepest ocean. To (Name)'s greatest horror, Peatrice did not give up hope.

She told Link to meet her at her house later that night, and knowing the young hero, he would meet her and talk.

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(Name) was never a jealous girl.

Even with Zelda, she knew that her best friend had feelings for Link, and she suspected for the longest time that Link liked her back, but she simply pulled aside. She wanted nothing but the best for her best friends even if that meant losing the love of her life.

"(Name)! (Name)! (Name)! Did you see that? I won!" Link screamed with excitement as he ran towards the girl.

He pulled her into a giant hug picking her up and swirling her in the air.

"I'm so proud of you!" (Name) replied getting spun around and around.

"I couldn't have done it without you! Thank you!"

Link set down the (hair color) haired girl. She grasped onto his shoulder to keep from falling and gave him a little noogie to his dirty-blond hair.

"You're ridiculous," she laughed. "You're the one that won the race. I just helped you find your loftwing."

"Pftt. Still couldn't have doen it without you." Link said slinging an arm over her shoulder.

"So, what do you want to do now?"

"Zelda wanted to go for a little fly to celebrate. Wanna come?"

"Oh."

(Name) knew in her heart that that was when Zelda was going to confess to Link. She had to. Zelda had been wanting to confess to Link for months now.

It hurt knowing that Link would slip between (Name)'s fingers but she stood aside wanting her friends to be happy. Besides, she always thought Link would rather be with Zelda anyways.

She told Link to go off without her. It took a little convincing before he did and that's when all of this started.

Now, (Name)'s heart ached thinking that Peatrice would keep trying to get with Link. (Name) wanted nothing more than to jump through the mirror that displayed Link's every action to kiss him and tell him not to go see her.

Despite all her hoping, the mirror showed Link walking through Skyloft at the dead of night going to Peatrice's little cottage that she shared with her father. The quaintness of the walk, the air, and of the cottage itself completely contrasted the feeling that was gnarling in (Name)'s stomach. It all came to a head when Link approached Peatrice as she was writing in her diary, no doubt, about Link.

"Link... You came to see me. Thank you. The truth is... there's something I'm just dying to get off my chest, Link. I'm just going to ask you something point-blank, OK?"

"Get on with it!" (Name) said to the mirror as she watched Peatrice gather up her courage.

"What do you think about me?" Peatrice asked hopefully imaging Link telling her that he loved her.

"You store items."

"Huh? M-maybe I didn't ask you the right way... OK. Let me think here... What am I to you?"

"A shopkeeper." Link answered trying to spare the girl's feelings but doing a terrible job at it.

Link was always a sensitive soul. He had been trying to be nice to her this entire time but he knew as well as (Name) did, if he wasn't harsh with the truth then Peatrice would never get the memo.

"Are you serious?! How could you do that to me?! Oh, wait... I see what's going on here... You're just too shy to admit your true feelings, aren't you?"

"YOU'RE DELUSIONAL!" (Name) screamed at the mirror.

"No... Peatrice, I have feelings for someone else."

"...I understand. That's your answer... but—who is it? It's (Name) isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Oh. I'm sorry for causing you trouble..." Link looked like he was about to say something to lessen Peatrice's pain but she stopped him. "Don't. I don't need your sympathy. I'm fine. I'll get over you quickly... The next time we meet, I'll greet you as I would any old customer... But tonight I want to be alone... Goodnight, my darling."

Peatrice threw herself at the table she was sitting at with her face in her hands. Link left quickly after saying he wishes he didn't have to hurt her.

(Name) felt bad for feeling so joyous that Link rejected Peatrice. She would never want to hurt anyone, of course, but it felt good to know that Link loved her.

She knew he did, yet that little confirmation for the doubts hiding in the crevices of her mind were everything. She felt like a giant weight not only was off her shoulders but never existed at all.

Unbeknownst to her, that spot that her Invisible Spring with Ghirahim dwelled for countless millennia was now replaced with a bright golden string with Link.