Sidon x FTM!Reader ~ The Translator

Prologue

Of all the friends you had made in your life up to that point, none had ever made quite the entrance of Hyrule's champion.

You'd seen him coming a good minute or so before he actually arrived, paragliding over the the nearby hill towards you almost gracefully. You'd come to a stop in your walk to the local market in order to watch him. Graceful, controlled, silent. He dropped down, and there was a loud indignant squawk from the cucco as he caught its tail feathers by accident. A moment of complete silence, and then - you didn't even see anything coming, but one second everything was normal, and in the next the man was covered head to toe in angry cuccos. You couldn't help the burst of laughter that fell from your lips, but you ran over anyway, shooing the birds away and helping the stunned male to his feet.

He was mute.

You were fluent in a kind of sign language that was similar enough to his own outdated style that you could communicate.

That was all it took for you to become the Hylian's official translator around your village. When the time came for him to depart he invited you to come with him.

It was an easy decision to leave a town that insisted on misgendering you for the sake of the 'innocence' of the same children who called you _____, or referred to you as Mr or Sir at every chance they got because they loved seeing the way your eyes lit up when they did. The children you would miss.

Link could say whatever he wanted without fear of criticism from the locals, and he took full advantage. When you had left he helped you cut your hair, helped you buy tunics and armour, and even commissioned the tailor in one town to make you a binder. You could never not be grateful for Link's presence in your life.

The job itself was simple enough - the only real jobs you had were translating, and taking care of the horses at the points in the road when Link went his own way, climbing, gliding, fighting, or generally wandering alone into places where you couldn't follow while you waited. As you had assumed would be the case, most villages, if they had a form of sign language at all, used a localised one relating to their native tongues that you couldn't read, whereas thanks to trade you shared a spoken tongue. At the very least Link would have had difficulty communicating with them on his own, and you were grateful to be in some way useful to him.

By the end of the year, three of the divine beasts were freed of Calamity Ganon's influence. With the knowledge that you were both drawing to the end of the mission, Link set his eyes towards the Zora Kingdom and the final beast, and with a heavy heart that came from an uncertain future you followed him.