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Spider Meet Fly/Fly Meet Spider Chpt 5 - Intermission One: Ganondorf of the Gerudo

a totk au where link and zelda switch places, focusing on fixing plot holes found in the memories and giving ganondorf actual characterization

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The twins returned just as the sun was beginning to set. Hyrule’s sun was strange—its light was soft, its heat gentle, and as Ganondorf stood along the edge of the cliffside that framed the Regancia River, he felt a pang of bitterness that he refused to acknowledge as jealousy. He wasn’t a child, he was a chief, a king, and jealousy was unbecoming of him, even if the mild warmth of this summer day was so much sweeter than the blazing sun of his own home. The Gerudo desert was harsh yes, but it was still a place of beauty, and he would not let the kingdom of Hyrule with its greenery and cool winds turn him against it.

Still, even if Ganondof was positive the sunsets were more beautiful when against the sand dunes, it was hard to deny that the shimmering reflection of the setting sun on the Regancia was breathtaking.

Damn it all. Ganondorf missed home.

There was the soft crunch of twin footfalls behind him and Ganondorf’s shoulders relaxed. About time.

“My lord,” his sisters called from behind him, voices in perfect unison. “We have returned.”

“I can see that,” Ganondorf said dryly, turning his back on the sunset and taking in his sisters. “Did you meet any trouble?”

“From those cowards?” Kotake scoffed. “Please, don’t make me laugh.”

“Rauru is hesitant to draw arms out of a misguided notion of keeping up appearances and only that,” Ganondorf said, raising a hand to his sister’s cheek. The gold of her mask had been warmed by the heat of her skin. “Do not confuse that with cowardice. Let me see your face.”

Kotake brushed his hand away and unhooked the mask from behind her ears, Koume following suit. Their faces were damp with sweat and flushed from the weight of the metal, and Ganondorf loved them so much it hurt. He pressed the side of his nose against Kotake’s cheek in greeting, then did the same to Koume.

Ganondorf drew back. “And you gave them my message?”

“To go fuck themselves?” Koume said with a cackle, “Absolutely.”

Ganondorf narrowed his eyes. “You made our conditions clear, yes? Not just the obscenities?”

“Aye. Leave or face consequences. We made that clear.”

“Good. You’ve done well. Have you eaten?”

The women shook their heads, and Ganondorf placed a hand on each of their shoulders. “Then let’s eat.”

Ganondorf steered the two women towards the base camp further from the edge of the cliff. Night had finally begun to fall, but the chill of the desert was nowhere to be found. The warmth of the day still lingered pleasantly, only a little humid, and Ganondorf tried not to seethe. Everything. Hyrule had everything, wanted for nothing, and still they wanted more. The Zora, the Gorons, the Rito—they had all caved under Rauru’s pressure, under his wife’s sweet lies, a promise of strength in numbers. But Ganondorf saw through it. The Hylians, the Zonai, they wanted domination, wanted the continent under one flag; the Gerudo would not fall for it. The Gerudo flag flew for themselves and them alone. Descended from Gods his ass—Rauru was nothing but a conman, and Ganondorf refused to be conned. The goat had his perfect climate and perfect harvest and perfect waters. Ganondorf had his desert. And if that man came for it, then Ganondorf would show him that the downside of having so much was that you had everything to lose.

The guards at the front of the main tent bowed as he and the twins entered, holding their gaze low for three counts before straightening, and the women inside followed.

“Chief,” one woman called, placing her hands over her heart to show she held no weapon and bowing low for a three count. “We’ve kept the food warm.”

“Thank you,” Ganondorf rumbled, sitting on the carpet in a single, fluid motion. Koume and Kotake flopped down with much less grace, Kotake flinging her mask somewhere to the side while Koume began to untie her boots. One of the younger girls, Eman, poked the fire and her mother, Layla, began pulling the eggah from the sides of the cooking pot where they had been left to crispen. Out came strips of thin, heavily seasoned sand seal.

“Let the fire sleep, love,” Layla said to her little one, who looked at her with a crinkled brow.

“But the chill will set in soon.”

“They have no such nights here,” Ganondorf said, and Eman looked at him with wide eyes.

“No cold nights?”

“Nor hot days. Hylian weather is known for its neutrality.”

The girl sat back on her heels, clearly confused, and Layla shooed her away. Ganondorf appreciated it—it wasn’t that he disliked children, but the stress of being so close to the damn ‘royalty’ was taking its toll. He should be better than this.

“There was something new, actually,” Koume said around her eggs. “Some weird brat that the royal family had. He looked Hylian at first glance, but after a second look he just seemed—”

“Off.” Kotake finished for her. “His ears weren’t quite the right shape, and his teeth weren’t sharp enough. It was like someone had a vague idea of what a Hylian looked like but forgot halfway through making him.”

“Rauru says he’s not from Hyrule—”

“—Some visiting nation outside the continent—”

“—Called him a fighter—”

“—but he looks scrawny—”

“—Tiny—”

“—One arm—”

“—Recent amputation, he was—”

“—off balance, off-kilter—”

“—Had a sword—”

“—Pretty sword—”

“—Broken sword—”

Ganondorf held up a hand. If he didn’t stop them now, they’d spend all night finishing each other’s sentences. But a new addition to the court… that could spell bad news. Or, just maybe, some good news for once. If the boy was new, then his allegiance might not be solidified. There could be an ally in him yet.

“Did you speak with him?”

The twins shook their heads.

“Rauru was quite protective of him.”

Ganondorf stoked his beard, running his fingers through the short red hair. He could use this. For once, he could have the leg up over that damn goat. He just needed a way in.

“Did Rauru make any notion towards an intention of removing his troops from Gerudo Valley?” Ganondorf said, looking deep into the dying flames.

“Nothing one way or another,” Kotake said, and Ganondorf nodded.

“Then I think it’s time we show the Zonai and the Hylians the might of the Gerudo.”

Kotake cackled with glee, shoving the last of the eggah in her mouth. “Can we blow something up?”

“Not yet. I need reconnaissance. Rauru has made a nasty habit of hiding just how many people he has baring arms for him.”

“But we just got back!”

“Not you. Me.”

“But brother!”

“Let us—”

“—We’ve been before—”

“—We know the land—”

“Enough,” Ganondorf said, raising a hand. “I know you wish to help, but you have done enough. I know what I need to do, and can do it best myself.”

Ganondorf stood and rolled his neck, working the feeling back into the muscle. His sisters looked up at him with baby sand seal eyes and pouty lips, but Ganondorf ignored them.

“Leave. Prepare for an extraction, should problems arise.”

The twins sighed.

“Yes, brother.”

“Good.”

Ganondorf stepped outside the tent flap, looking out at the night sky before him. “Let us see just what Rauru is hiding.”

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Ganondorf stroked the mane of his stallion, debating bringing him along. Mars was a brilliant horse, 20 hands tall with a mane of red so bright it appeared to burn against his charcoal coat. He’d been fitted with the best gear money could find, embroidered Gerudo symbols and the black and green and red of royalty covering every inch of his tack. Sure, a sand seal was more maneuverable in a sandstorm, but Mars could outrun any storm, his hulking mass trampling any sorry creature that dared stand in his way. Kotake joked Ganondorf loved the horse more than he loved his sisters, and while Ganondorf wouldn’t go that far, if he had to choose between pulling the twins out of a sinkhole or Mars… he wasn’t sure which one he’d choose.

“Not today,” he murmured to the stallion as he offered him an endura carrot. “I have to be stealthy, and you are far from that.”

Mars made an offended sound, pushing his head against Ganondorf’s shoulder, and Ganondorf laughed softly. He pulled up his cloak hood, tying the fabrics close around him, and downed the sneaky elixir Layla had provided for him. The Gerudo were a noble people, regardless of the title of thieves and barbarians that Hylians who had never even seen a desert gave them, but that didn’t mean Ganondorf didn’t know how to hide, how to move like a living secret, how to become one with the night—back before he’d been crowned, when he had just been a scrawny trainee holding a sword too big for him, they had called him a phantom, saying he moved so fast and so silently that he must have been a ghost. As he dropped off the edge of the cliff into the river, he was sure he looked the part.

Ganondorf landed with a near-silent splash. The Regancia’s waves fluttered around him before settling, and Ganondorf swam with steady, slow strokes with the current before making his way to the bank. The Regancia was calmer and narrower than the Asfet, the Gerudo desert’s only river. The Asfet provided the valley with fresh water and nutrient-rich soil, but it was unpredictable and violent, with rapids that could sweep away an unsuspecting swimmer faster than they could think, dragging them down into its depths and leaving only adipocere and bone to be vomited up when the waves grew particularly violent. Desert thunderstorms electrified the currents, and flooded the banks, dragging homes and cattle into swirling vortexes. It was considered a right of passage for Gerudo soldiers to survive swimming from one bank to the other. Of the final tests of the Gerudo army—surviving abandonment in the desert, taking down a molduga with a single spear, winning in battle against the ruling general—swimming the Asfet was the one Ganondorf had dreaded the most. But, at least his near drowning at the hands of the Asfet had left him a strong swimmer with significant stamina. Making it through the Regancia was child’s play. Perhaps calling it that was even an insult to the average Gerudo child.

Ganondorf flipped down his hood to ring out his hair, braiding it quickly and wrapping it into a tight bun to better fit under the hood, and then was off again. Hyrule was a world of hills and towering pines, with the beginnings of mountain ranges puckering against the skyline, and if Ganondorf was in lesser shape, his calves would have been aching from hiking up the steep includes and rolling hills of Hyrule field. He lost track of how long he walked, sticking to the gloom of trees and rocky outcroppings, occasionally stopping to take note of the height of the moon in the sky. If he wasn’t back by the time it reached its height for the night, the twins would send the hounds after him and the camp would prepare for an extraction—Ganondorf knew it would never be needed, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Soon, the gravity defying towers of the Zonai-Hylian castle graced the sky. How the hell did they stay up? Open-air floors kissed the horizon, held up by nothing but glowing green light, not seeming to even struggle against gravity, let alone fight it. How? Zonai tech continued to prove fascinating, and Ganondorf would think of endless possibilities it could be used for in the desert—of course, that would mean Rauru having to participate in cultural exchange instead of just conquering race after race under the lie of unity. Had he blessed the Rito with his people’s knowledge? The Zora? Goron? No. Because Rauru, at the end of the day, was more enamored by the worshiping of the others around him, more content with him and his people being viewed as gods, than he was with the betterment of the land.

And Ganondorf hated him for it.

Ganondorf tugged his hood tighter down and slipped silently through the dark to the edge of the castle’s perimeter. Reaching the castle had been the easy part; the real trouble was getting inside. Ganondorf had seen inside Hyrule Castle exactly three times, and each time he’d been flanked with royal guards adorned in feathers and Zonai warriors that towards higher than even him. He’d only seen the main foyer and the throne room, no more, no less, but he was confident he’d make it work.

“…we’ve given them plenty of chances, Mineru…”

Ganondorf’s head whipped up. There, stories above him, was a story without walls made up of a beautiful open-air garden, connected to the story below it only by a single spiral staircase. Standing at the edge, looking out to the newborn mountains with his arms clasped behind him, was Rauru. It was hard to make out his features that high up, and his voice was soft and almost inaudible as he spoke to the Zonai woman behind him—Mineru. Mineru said something, voice lost to the distance, and Ganondorf swore. He needed to get higher.

Ganondorf was well aware he was a large man, but he was far from a weak one. It took only a few seconds to hurriedly wrap his hands for the climb, and then he was off, hoisting himself up the wall and skittering upwards like a black lizard, cloak fluttering around his like crow’s wings.

“You needn’t be so hasty, brother,” Mineru said as Ganondorf hauled himself up onto the windowsill of the lower level, ears perked.

“The Gerudo are a threat as long as they continue to refuse the safety of an alliance with Hyrule.”

“Is it safety you’re so concerned with, or the Zonaite deposits under their great river?”

“Mineru!”

“Speak frankly. Your wife isn’t here to judge you. And neither am I. Think without your advisors for once, little brother.”

Rauru sighed. “I would be lying if I said the deposits aren’t… intriguing, or that Hyrule wouldn’t benefit from the commerce and power they’d bring. But think of the good that power could do for the Gerudo! Surly they must be suffering out there, with no resources or support but that river, governed by a beast of a man. Yes, access to the Zonaite mine would be wonderful, but the saving of the Gerudo… that is what I became king for. To help people.”

Ganondorf bristled. His people were thriving, thank you very much. Or… well…

… That was a lie. The Gerudo were far from thriving. The Great Asfet was drying up. Gibdos were emerging from underground, taking his scouts with them and leaving nothing left of the bodies but screaming redeads, ready to take more of their sisters down with them. Moldugas had become more and more unpredictable, breaking free of containment and wreaking havoc in the desert, destroying any community of Gerudo that lived outside the walled safety of Gerudo Town. It was rumored that a king molduga had even resurfaced, an omen of disaster to come. A sudden, unseasonable heat wave was stressing what little food supply they had and taking their sand seals, normally so adapted to the heat, out with it.

Ganondorf never wanted to see another child buried after losing a battle with sun poisoning.

So, yes. Aid would be nice, but only if freely given, and Rauru’s aid was anything but free.

“You’re too compassionate for your own good,” Mineru sighed. “It blinds you to what’s important. You’ve given the Gerudo chance after chance, and today the Twinrova spat it back in your face!”

Rauru sighed. “The question is how heavily they are influenced by their king.”

Ganondorf could have laughed at that. The twins, influenced by him? The two women had a tendency for codependency, and were loyal to a fault, but had always pushed back against him, be it for fun or for politics, ever since they were children. They might excel at following orders, and be far too dependent on each other, but Ganondorf would never dare to call the twins easily influenced—if he did and they caught wind of it, he had no doubt they would throw him to their moldugas, and see just how influential he could be when faced with the opinions of sand beasts.

“Does it matter? Their constant aggression can’t be ignored—”

“Can you imagine it, though? Serving under him? Living under him--?”

Ganondorf’s breath caught in his throat. He knew the Zonai king thought poorly of him and knew he did little to try to change that image, but the implication that he might be cruel to his own blood— Rauru continued and Ganondorf swallowed down the insult. Now was not the time for bruised pride.

“If Ganondorf truly acted with the goodwill of a ruler, then the Gerudo would already share the Hylian banner and their woes would be vanquished. We can help! His pride will be the end of a civilization.”

Ganondorf’s heart grew cold, then hot, blisteringly so, and he bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, hoping the pain would ground him as disgust pooled in his stomach. The Hylian banner had done nothing for the Rito, the Zora, the Goron, and it would do nothing for the Gerudo. It would stamp out their culture, bulldoze their land to make way for mines and Zonaite processing plants, would build statues of Hylia while tearing down those of the Eight Heroines. Help? Don’t patronize him. He knew what the Zonai really meant.

Mineru shifted to look over the edge of the garden and Ganondorf pressed closer to the windowsill, just out of sight. “Twinrova was curious about the boy,” She said softly. Rauru hmmed. Ganondorf’s ears perked up at the mention of the boy the twins had described. Scrawny with a fresh amputation, yet supposably a knight. A soldier from far away, whose face was almost Hylian, yet missing some of the essential puzzle pieces that made up a Hyrulian face.

“I won’t let them near him. Link is under my protection, and I won’t let Gerudo witches sink their nails into him, especially when he is so fragile.”

Mineru snorted. “I wouldn’t call him fragile.”

“You didn’t find him on that day—I almost thought he was past saving. The blood, the raw flesh, the exposed bone; it was an injury unlike anything I’d ever seen. Sonia’s time magic restarting his heart was all that kept him alive as we dragged him from the Plateau to the castle. Whatever foul magic it was that maimed him was in his blood, Mineru. I watched him waste away before my very eyes. If we hadn’t taken the arm… I doubt he would still be with us.”

“All that from his ‘mummy’?”

“Aye. At least, he thinks so. Called the infection ‘gloom’ and said that the mummy created it.”

Ganondorf frowned. Mummy… they were common enough in the desert, as burial in salt and sand was a staple for the rich and poor alike, but for a mummy to destroy someone so completely for it to be at the cost of their limb? A rabid gibdo, perhaps? A new strain of redead?

“Do you think this mummy could be a threat?”

“No. I think we have more pressing matters than Link’s mummy. Like Twinrova’s insistence on the removal of the troops on our border.”

Mineru made a sound of agreement. “As if Ganondorf would respect our sovereignty the moment we moved troops away from the mouth of Gerudo Valley—”

Ganondorf bit back a scoff. For the goats of all people to be discussing respect? Laughable.

“It sends forth a picture of weakness to continue bowing to them. I think…” Rauru sighed, long and deep. “I think it is time for movement. If the Gerudo king will not accept our invitation of safety and prosperity, choosing his people’s suffering over his stubbornness and pride… then we will show the Gerudo people that we care for their plight more than we fear Ganondorf. I will send one more messenger to the king, and if I do not receive a positive reply, we will move inland, further into the desert.”

“Is that wise?”

“Maybe, maybe not. I never claim to be a perfect king, but I will not allow Ganondorf to continue ruling with a greater love for power than love for his people.”

Ganondorf froze, his fingers suddenly numb where they clung to the wall. An invasion? The Zonai were finally giving up on airs of compromise and pacifism in exchange for war? Anger brewed in his bowels, black and red-hot, curling around his intestines like a dragon, screaming up inside him. His very body seemed to creak as he breathed out a fit of rage. He needed to be quiet. He could break down later—for now, he had to stay hidden.

“Very well. I shall send out a messenger.”

“And I shall speak with General Mune. I hate being on the offensive, but for the good of others, I shall overcome my discomfort.”

“For the good of the Gerudo.”

“For the good of Hyrule.”

“Go. Speak with your wife. We’ll discuss the details in the morning. For now, it is late, and I’m sure the baby has left her exhausted.”

Rauru laughed softly, as if he hadn’t just been discussing the invasion of Ganondorf’s desert, and Ganondorf didn’t linger to listen to him make small talk with his sister while planning the destruction of his people.

Ganondorf landed back on the ground with a soft crunch as the gravel gave beneath his feet. He straightened and began moving down away from the castle back to the treeline where, eventually, the Regancia waited for him with its small currents and shallow bank. Nothing like his river. Nothing like his home. Ganondorf’s gut sank at the thought. So, the Zonai were on the offensive. Ganondoft knew many of his people were itching for a fight, but defense was a hard position to play, and not often the Gerudo way. Unless…

Unless they weren’t on the defensive. Who said Rauru was the only one allowed to make the shots? Wasn’t the whole point of reconnaissance to get the upper hand? If Rauru wanted a fight, then why wait for him to bring it to the Gerudo?

Ganondorf picked up the pace, thoughts a buzz. There wasn’t time to consolidate their troops, not with the Zonai already at their door, but the drought and famine had left their molduga calvary desperate for meat. Maybe they would take pleasure in Zonai meat—only one way to be sure. Ganondorf was running now, almost to the treeline, and a cruel smile had carved its way onto his face. If Rauru wanted a battle, a battle he would get. The Gerudo assault would be unlike anything the Zonai in their precious gravity-defying castles had ever seen. Ganondorf would stand by his people, no matter how bloody it may get. Besides, what could one castle and one feathered army with their feathered blades do against the might of an entire molduga carvery? Nothing, that was for sure. It would be a simple triumph.

And, a voice he didn’t quite recognize said, that lovely castle with its green grass and pleasant sun and sweet wind would be ripe for the taking. They’ve taken and taken and taken so much from you—why not take for yourself for a change?

Ganondorf slowed to a stop. He tried to imagine it for a moment—a world without the Zonai, a world were he would do more than fight against the elements for his people’s survival, ruling instead as a proper king. Ganondorf knew his faults. He had always been a jealous man. And at that moment, the need to covet was overwhelming. It could be his if he wanted. All his. His people would flourish, and all would be well.

But—

But then he would be no better than the Zonai, wouldn’t he? He pushed down the bitter envy and vicious need for something, instead turning back to the trees.

Suddenly, there came a flash of light and Ganondorf spun, hand on his blade hilt. The magatama blade was precious, a gift from his mother at his coronation, and the first blade to ever cut his hair. He could remember it as well as if it were yesterday, standing on the steps before the palace as his mother cut off feet of brilliant, scarlet hair, symbolizing the official change from boy to man, child to adult, prince to king. She’d placed the hilt in his hand and promised him that she knew he would change the world someday.

“Little pig,” she’d said, her hand on his, the metal warm from her touch, “one day the history books will mention you. Your name will go down in history—Ganondorf Dragmire is a name that will never be forgotten. I just know it.”

Her smile had been brighter than a wolf’s, and at that moment, 18 and already a head taller than her, Ganondorf believed her with his whole heart. He still did. He would make a mark on the Gerudo texts for generations to see—and, maybe, leave behind marks even texts from outside his land’s borders would remember.

The light came again, followed by a grunt and Ganondorf his hood further down. He should leave… but.

But there through the hedges, he could see a silhouette backlit by the lights of the castle. A figure, small and lopsided. From the shadows, Ganondorf could make out the glint of a sword. His breath caught. Fuck, had he been seen? Was this tiny little soldier coming to face him? Ganondorf would rather not kill someone before his assault could even begin. Instead, the figure planted its feet, its back turned to Ganondorf, and raised the sword in the air.

Something was wrong with the sword, that much was clear. It was misshapen, jagged, chipped to hell—broken sword, small, lopsided… could this be the Link he’d heard so much about?

“Just one,” He heard the man mutter. “Please, just one. I know you can do it. I know you can!” His arm raised even higher, as if he was trying to pierce the very clouds. Ganondorf lowered himself to the ground and crept closer, keeping as silent as the desert sand on a still day. The figure—Link?—mumbled something else and suddenly the sky lit up. There was a crackle, electricity hanging in the air, and light shot down to the blade. The sword glowed for a moment, exposing a blindingly brilliant blue light, before flickering and exploding outward in a flash of light. The figure yelped, dropping the blade as if burned, which, if the smell of singed flesh was anything to go by, he had been.

“Fuck!” He yelled, kicking the blade. “Fucking hells, Fi, just one strike!”

The figure swore, then dropped to his knees, scrambling to the sword’s side. “No, no, no, you’re okay right?” He picked up the sword with his single arm and began inspecting it for new damage.

“You’re okay, see?” He croaked. “Perfectly fine. I’m sorry.”

The blade, obviously, did not reply. The man slumped down, clutching the sword to his chest.

“We’ll figure this out…” He said softly. “We’ll get home and Zelda will fix this, just like she always does, right?” He let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah. Yeah, just like always.”

Ganondorf decided he had seen enough. He slipped back into the treeline, leaving the madman to his sword talk. Still, the brilliant light couldn’t leave Ganondorf’s mind. That was more than magic. That was… holy.

So, Rauru had a priest of some kind with him, did he? No matter. Ganondorf wasn’t worried. He set off into the darkness, shoulders squared and jaw set. He had an assault to plan. Rauru wanted a fight?

Well then. Let it be known that a Gerudo never went down quietly

#totk au #totk fanfic #loz au #loz fanfic #zelda au #zelda fanfic #spider/fly #my writing

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finnichang · 5 years

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I love female knights and I want to play as short haired Zelda and save the world :’)

#botw #zelda #loz #nintendo #gaming #princess zelda #botw2 #breathofthewild #I DREW ZELDA ALL DAY GOD DAMN #I love her #short hair zelda forever #I'll probably draw her again before the end of the week #PLEASE LET US PLAY AS ZELDA #AND THEN ALSO MAYBE LET US PET THE DOGS #FUCK #e3 2019 #art #illustration #short haired zelda

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mistyaria · 3 years

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Hello, fellow LinkedUniverse fan! You’ve been randomly selected to start a random, fun little questionnaire! You can answer these questions and tag however many people you want to pass it on!

1. Who is your favorite Linkeduniverse character? 2. Why are they your favorite character? What drew you to them? Be as detailed or as short as you want! 3. Have they always been your favorite character or has it been hard choosing? 4. What do you like least about your favorite character? 5. What do you like most about your favorite character? 6. What do you like most about your favorite character’s design? 7. What interaction/relationship with your favorite character do you like most, or that you want to see more of? 8. What’s your favorite Zelda game and is your favorite character from that game? 9. One a scale of 1-10 with 10 being most likely, how much would you die for your favorite character?

Wow, okay, anon, this looks like fun!

1. ☁Sky☁

2. Oof, where do I even begin?

Getting the obvious outta the way, he’s adorable. Both when I first played Skyward Sword and when I first read Jojo’s comics, I just got drawn to how kind he is. I love that he’s one of the more expressive Links compared to the others, and I had such a great time playing the game with that being one of the reasons why, other than having such a fun storyline to go through. He’s so friendly and gives off those mom friend vibes. He's just so huggable-looking. Plus, some of my real life interests kinda mirror his aesthetic. He plays a harp, and that’s been my favorite instrument since I was little and I’ve always wanted to play it (but those things are just so damn expensive y’know?). I have a lyre and I practice on that until I’m able to afford an actual harp. As weird as this sounds, I love going outside just to watch the sky and clouds, especially in the fall (who else is excited for fall other than me?). I do this for hours. I also love pumpkins and pumpkin flavored foods, and those things are all over Skyloft.

3. He’s always been my favorite ^w^

4. What’s not to love about him? He’s got low stamina??? Idk I had a hard time answering this. Also, this kinda sounds weird but I actually have a hard time portraying him, Legend and Four the most when it comes to writing stories.

5. That he’s just the sweetest thing on a normal day but would f*cking gut you the moment he gets angry. This guy has the power to kill a god!

6. I love that he uses his sailcloth as a cape. He still wears his fireshield earrings instead of his regular blue ones and I also think that’s neat.

7. Sky/Four, Sky/Twilight, and Sky/Hyrule. I don’t see these pairings often and I can literally feel the potential of good interactions in all of them.

8. Skyward Sword and Twilight Princess are my favorite Zelda games, so absolutely yes.

9. 100/10 I'd f***ing jump off Skyloft with no sailcloth for this guy, no question about it. I’d get my lopsided ass beat in the silent trials for him.

I’ll tag @kokiri-clori, @bringingtherain, @cupofcoca, @lyrabythelake, @basilsghost and literally anyone else who sees this and wants to participate!

(oh crap sorry Clori I already see you got tagged lol!)

#anonymous #linkeduniverse #linked universe #linked universe sky #lu sky

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akkalatechlabs · 3 years

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Attack at the Akkala Citadel

Summary:

Robbie and Purah had to split from the Royal Tech Laboratory when the Yiga Clan snuck in. Barely making it out alive, the two had to separate; Robbie to Akkala Citadel and Purah to Fort Hateno. Filled with worry and paranoia, Robbie hopes his last moments here means all the threats are to him. Meaning Purah is safe from any danger...

Notes:

After MONTHS of thinking of this Robbie POV for the mission in Age of Calamity I finally finished it! Here's to hoping it was worth the wait! There WILL be a Purah's POV but will be written by my fiancée as a collab thing. I'll be posting it here when she is finished. This is just a big ol’ PuRobbie drabble. A long one at that. This was months in the making, hope you enjoy?

Akkala Citadel; The last stand against the Calamity some say. Perhaps... in another timeline. Here however, it still stood tall. Cannons ready for fire. Soldiers gathered all around inside and on top. They scattered around like frightened mice stuck in a cage as monsters from all sides surrounded the citadel, battle cries from the soldiers were heard echoing and there he stood at the top of the tower waiting. Watching...

Praying.

Robbie and a couple of Hylian soldiers stood on top watching cannons go off, hitting and missing monsters. Some stayed down - more came along. It looked like it the course was set - they were going to die here. Placing his pen under his chin, Robbie frowned. Swallowing nervously, he watched in silence, the usual upbeat Sheikah was focusing on the view. Hoping to Hylia herself someone would help them. The divine beasts perhaps could fix this? Where were they? Millions of thoughts going through his head all at once.

The fate of Hyrule.

The Calamity.

Her-

Purah.

She was at Fort Hateno. Gods, he knew she would be safe, or so he told himself as such. He wanted to go with her, he truly did. But he knew he couldn't. After the ambush in the Royal Tech Laboratory, it would be unwise to stay together. They barely escaped there together as it was, having no choice but to split up... If only he was more careful. This was his fault and he knew that. He let the Yiga sneak in - he was so damn careless and it pained him.

Suddenly, the Hylian soldier captain chimed in, "We don't stand a chance of defeating them, and what's more-"

Robbie interrupted him immediately, "Our chances of rescue is slim to none and it's likely for the rest of Hyrule?" A pause. He needed to bring some light to this situation. "...Rule one of the researcher's code is to never give up."

Another pause, in the distance he swore he saw a divine beast, "Personally? ...I think our chances are higher than you think."

The soldier looked over at the scientist, "Huh...?"

Suddenly as if by a miracle, another soldier comes running towards the two and falls over in a panic, "Report! A divine beast from the western waters!"

Robbie couldn't help but to grin. They were right on time.

"Hm! Well..." the Sheikah turned to the Hylian soldier captain beside him and pointed his pen at him, "See that? What did I tell ya?" He turned back to his place, sighing to himself. Looks like Hylia was on their side. His side to say the least.

The Hylian solider captain turned back to Robbie, "We should head inside, it is getting dangerous out here, Master Robbie." He drew out his sword ready to escort Robbie inside the citadel. The scientist turned to look out once more, hoping this wouldn't be the last view of Hyrule he had. Turning back to the solider he nodded, following after him and a couple of other soldiers. They headed into the building into a giant room with a bit of shelves loaded with books and notes from the history of Hyrule to ancient technology. It wasn’t as broad as the Royal Library in Hyrule Castle, but it was good to get lost in nonetheless. In the front of the room there were two giant desks, led by simple small steps. On each side there was giant torches that were still burning brightly, lighting up the room slightly as the sun quickly set – darkening the room with the use of sunlight they had.

Lastly, there was a single large table lit by a lone lantern in the middle of it. Robbie walked to the table, turning to look back at the soldiers. Watching them close the door – leaving him alone.

The Hylian Captain stood outside the front doors along with the other soldiers. Robbie kept himself busy stacking up some books that he knows he has read multiple times already. Clicking his pen nervously he couldn’t focus. Couldn’t read. Couldn’t do anything.

He wanted to know if she was doing alright. The thought of her being in danger because of this... because of him. That damn Yiga clan. Even if he was more careful about their separation... would it still come to this? The monsters invading here. Him and Purah becoming separated...

Robbie slammed his fists on the table, knocking books over onto the table and some onto the floor. He stood up pacing around the room. Never in his life has he felt so...

Lost. Scared. Useless.

Worried.

“Uh, Master Robbie, sir, are you okay in there?” A Hylian soldier spoke from the other side of the door. Robbie paused.

“I am fine!” Robbie lied however; he used his over euthanistic voice as a simple cover up.

“Alright.” The soldier replied and it went silent again.

The scientist needed to calm down, he couldn’t lose hope. Sighing he looked out of the window, watching the soldiers fight against the monsters outside. Wait.

There!

He saw them.

He saw Zelda, Link, and Impa... A wave of relief hit him suddenly. Sighing he sat back down at the table, clicking the pen again. He could finally calm down a little.

Just a little.

“If they are here then...” Sudden panic flared up again, “...No one is at Fort Hateno.” He told himself.

“Guards! Prepare your weapons!” The Hylian captain yelled from the other side of the door, Robbie stopped and looked over at the door. He ran over, locking it now. Robbie couldn’t let anything come in if monsters broke into the citadel.

The scientist leaned against the door, slowly sliding his back down and fell onto the floor, covering his face. This was going to end badly, wasn’t it? Maybe if the worst was here, Purah would be safe at Fort Hateno. He’d risk his life if it were to save hers – any day. She was... She is – the most special person to him.

“Stand your ground, soldiers!” There was a scream with a giant slam of something right after. Monsters. They were drawing near. The sword of swords clashing, footsteps running on the hard floor. Stomping of what he could imagine; Moblins. More screaming. Roaring. Soldiers screaming for help; for more backup.

He couldn’t take it. The Sheikah covered his ears, holding his head down. Trying to drown out all the chaos on the other side of the door. Robbie swallows nervously and pulls his legs close to his chest, his back against the door.

Quietly.

Trying not to listen.

Humming to himself, drowning out everything else.

This was pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. He was sitting here, scared out of his mind and couldn’t do a thing to help. He wanted to help but he would get in the way...

Robbie slowly stands up, back still against the door. He was going to do something.

He had to.

Pacing back to the table, he ripped a piece of paper out of a notebook and quickly writes something... A plan.

“If the monsters are getting through here from the bridge... we could destroy it with the cannons and there would be no way for them getting in...” If his calculations were correct, the cannons could fire straight down all at once with extra power.

Eureka! That would work!

If the others got to the citadel, he would tell them personally. That was a huge “if.” There were so many monsters out there, many guardians that were going haywire. He knew the dangers in this situation. Everything he put his life’s work into all fell right in front of him. The guardians losing control, attacking his comrades... This wasn’t what they were built for...

Robbie clenches his fist just by the mere thought of all his research wasted... all for nothing. If he could, he would grab the nearest weapon and attack one on his own. He was furious. Rip it apart. Part by part...

He slams his fists on the table again, his arms trembling as he slowly moves his goggles onto his forehead, letting the tears building up in his eyes finally just drop down.

He was just so... angry. Everything was wrong.

Wrong!

He should be at the lab with Purah... Wait... No.

He should be with her at Fort Hateno. She could be dead for all that he knows...

He cannot do this to himself. His paranoia creeps up on him, the thought of her dying out there...

“Oh, Hylia... No... No!” Robbie covers his mouth, doubling over as he sinks slowly onto his knees, resting his head on the table in front of him. He couldn’t stop thinking of her... He was going to lose her.

He was going to lose her, wasn’t he...?

“Robbie! We are here to save you!” Impa’s voice broke Robbie out of his panic attack. His head jolted up from the table and he put his goggles back over his eyes. Wiping the tears from his cheeks.

No one would be able to notice how weak he was just being just now. He takes a deep breath and straightens himself out.

“Oho...! You’ve come to save me!?” There was his over enthusiastic voice again, “Hang on...” Robbie rushes to the door, “Opening the door!”

He unlocks the door, opening it and sees Link, Impa, Zelda... and even Mipha there. Relief washed over him – not for long though. Something made the hairs on the back of his neck stand. He couldn’t put his finger on it.

“Whew...” He exhales, rubbing the back of his neck and looks at the rescue group in front of him.

“...You really saved my day!” He snaps his fingers happily at them.

There was that feeling again and his ear twitches. There was something above them.

Something...

“Although...” He slowly looks up, “I feel like something coming nearby...”

“I sense it too...” Impa nods, gripping her weapon tightly, looking at Link. He nods and stands his ground quietly and intensely. Impa nodded her head towards Zelda’s direction and without a word, Link holds out his shield and sword ready to defend Zelda for whatever was coming. Impa walked closer to Robbie and Mipha.

Mipha frowned, holding her hand to her chest as she looked up, preparing her trident.

It was suddenly quiet. A deafening silence. Not even the cannons or the battle cries of the soldiers and clashing weapons were heard.

Robbie could hear his own heartbeat as the five in the room all looked up. Waiting – listening.

Suddenly without warning, a guardian came crashing from the ceiling in front of the five of them. This one was different from the usual guardians Robbie worked with... it was drenched in malice. The magenta and black ooze poured from it all around them.

“No!” Mipha gasped, “How did it get in here?!” She rushes in front of Robbie, looking up at him, “Robbie, stand back!”

Robbie gasped, jumping backwards and there they all were – the four of them defending him. Even the Princess was there risking her life for him. Ridiculous...

Robbie shook his head; he wasn’t allowing this. He pushed them aside and rushed towards the maliced guardian about to punch it when Impa pulls him by the backpack and shoved him onto the ground, standing over him.

“What are you doing, Robbie?! Stay over there while we deal with this! Go somewhere safe!” Impa quickly drew her attention back at the corrupted guardian, leaving Robbie there on the ground. He watched them all fight the guardian while he just sat there.

He shook his head, snapping out of the thought and crawled over behind the table all the way in the furthest wall away from the guardian. Poking his head up time to time to watch.

They were all fighting, giving it their all over there. Link dashing up on the guardian’s legs and as if all time stopped, he drew his bow hitting it right in the eye just like Robbie taught him to do with guardians. The fact Link listened to him back at the Royal lab made him proud... Freezing the guardian with multiple arrows to the eye.

Then as quick as a shadow - right behind him, Impa rushes in with her duplicates all attacking all at once. Cutting at the legs while it is still collecting itself from Link’s arrows. A fantastic strategy! Robbie snaps his fingers happily just watching them.

Mipha and Zelda tag teamed their attacks – with a swing of Mipha’s trident, casting a wave of water towards the guardian. Zelda uses the cryonis quickly after, climbing up on top of each block of ice to get closer to the guardian. Zelda taps away, using the stasis - freezing it in place as it twisted its mechanical body about to shove Mipha and Impa’s copies away. With the help of Mipha’s wave of water, it scooped up Zelda to land safely back on the ground. Zelda nods at Mipha as a thank you, Mipha nodding back at her with a gentle smile.

The stasis was running out – However Link ran in yet again, jumping up and slams his sword into the maliced guardian’s eye, piercing through it and twisted the sword, making sure it hurt.

Link back flips away from the guardian as its head quickly turns left and right, stomped all its feet in a frantic state. The malice quickly poured out of the eye and it began to glow and shoots multiple beams.

One. Two. Three.

Each beam destroyed the ceiling above them, walls quickly crumbling around and above them. The citadel was falling apart by the seams.

“Zelda! Stasis, quick!” Robbie yelled from behind the table as he stood up pointing at the guardian as it’s beam was aiming at him.

“Wait-” Zelda screamed as she tapped away too late as the beam fired straight at the Sheikah. Robbie covered his face subconsciously – as if that could block a beam from a guardian alone...

All time froze.

Robbie expected his demise yet he slowly looked over at the Hylian, parrying the beam just by his shield alone. His eyes widened in sheer awe as Link looks back at Robbie over his shoulder – his blue eyes filled with determination. Link gave a simple nod as he ran back to the others.

Robbie swallowed nervously, processing how fast that went. Link was fast. Too fast. How did he make it on time like that?

The scientist smiled to himself, shaking his head – He was the chosen one by the Master Sword, of course he would be fast to the rescue...

“Princess Mipha!” A Zora soldier captain yelled, rushing in with several other Zora soldiers all ready to attack the guardian, “We apologize for delay!”

Mipha jumped back from a swing from the maliced mechanical beast, pausing to look at them, “Thank you for your service, all of you! Let’s all work together, shall we?” There was her gentle smile as she ran to them, healing their wounds.

All of them now, fighting this one guardian while Robbie just stood there.

“This is getting ridiculous... They are all going to die at this rate...” Robbie mumbles to himself as he looks around for something to do. Getting out of their way wasn’t good enough in his mind, he wanted to be helpful.

“Aha!” He snaps his fingers and points.

He grabs a chair and slams it against the table, breaking the legs off of it. Yeah, a piece of would will definitely help... to distract it! Robbie rushes over to the torches and lights the piece of wood on fire and waves it around, screaming on the top of his lungs.

“Robbie what are you doing?!” Impa turns to look at him, her attention off the guardian for a moment.

The guardian stops and looks at Robbie, quickly crawling towards him.

“Link! Now!” Robbie yells as he looks up at the guardian aiming its beam at him once more, hoping Link would get the hint of his plan. Link without hesitation hopped on top of the table, jumping over Robbie with a quick movement he took out his bow, drawing it.

“...Tsch!” Link muttered as he put his bow away, changing strategy last second. Drawing out his sword again he focuses all his inner strength as he thrusts his sword into the guardian eye, twisting the sword deeper, watching the sparks and malice fly.

“You saved my skin! Thank you very much!” Robbie grinned as the guardian lost its momentum and fell, the light of the sword glowing bright through it as it quickly explodes. Robbie smiles at Link, he was truly a wonder. The Hero Hyrule needed... Perhaps if anyone could destroy the Calamity it would be...

Link grabs the sword and jumps back, breathing heavily staring at the parts of the beast flying around them.

“You are a wonder, Link! I will do all I can to live up to the example you set...” Mipha smiled as she closed her eyes to heal him.

Impa sighs, walking over to Robbie and punches his arm, “You almost got yourself killed! We were here to save you and you... You!” She grumbles, trailing off as Zelda walks over, smiling at Robbie.

“Oh! I have a plan-” Robbie holds up his finger pausing in thought, running over at the window and gasps at the hoard of enemies manifesting, all scurrying towards the Akkala Citadel.

Zelda runs beside him, gasping at the sight, shaking her head, “Enemy reinforcements... again? And to top it off...” she swallows nervously, “Guardians...” Zelda glances back at everyone, “A lot of them...”

Robbie smiles to himself, this was perfect. “Right- If you draw the enemies to the bridge...” he points at the monsters and guardians out the window and points at the ceiling, “We’ll destroy enemies on it with the citadel’s cannon!”

Everyone fell silent, thinking it through. Robbie looks at everyone and sighs, shaking his head as he points outside, “Come on guys, we are timed here! The citadel is all we have right now.” They couldn’t see it, but his eyes were tearing up, he was desperate. He needed them to listen to him. He needed them to. The faster they got rid of these monsters, the faster they could get to Fort Hateno...

Zelda nods and glances at the others, “Yes. Let’s go defend the citadel, everyone. With Robbie’s plan we may have an advantage!”

“If you guys can get the enemies to draw back from the door and we have a clear shot of the bridge? We’re stellar!” Robbie snapped his fingers, grinning widely. This plan had to work... it was their only shot.

Mipha nodded, drawing back from healing Link’s wounds while everyone was going over the strategy, “Very well...” the Zora made her way to the door and turned towards everyone while holding onto her trident tightly close to her, “I will combat their force to the south...”

“Let Link and I join you, Mipha.” the Princess nods as Link was already by her side, nodding, “You cannot face them alone...”

Impa nods along, “I think Daruk is by the bridge as well. He will definitely be a huge help! I think I’ll stay here in case any other monsters show up. Is that alright, Your Highness?”

Zelda smiles, nodding, “I’ll be alright Impa. Please support Robbie while we get the enemies away from the main door and clear out the bridge... We’ll get it ready for the cannons.”

Link glances at Robbie while Zelda spoke to Impa, something made him want to say something to the scientist but held his tongue. Robbie caught a glimpse of Link’s gaze for a moment as Link turned away. He tilted his head curious but... there was no time to linger about it.

“Okay, we’ll be as quick as we can!” Zelda smiled and runs out alongside Mipha and Link. Impa sighs shakily while she stood in the large room with Robbie. Turning around she looks at him.

“I hope your plan works...” Impa whispers quietly enough for Robbie to hear, “I know the Princess is strong but I just...”

“...Purah’s at Fort Hateno right now. Alone. Probably fighting for her life as we speak.” Robbie cut off Impa’s thought, “If Purah’s out there... without us, then Zelda can manage with Link, Mipha, Daruk... all of them by her side. Stop worrying.” Robbie’s tone was almost snappy – he didn’t mean to sound so bitter but his paranoia took over.

“The Princess is okay – she will be fine. I believe in her and everyone else, Impa. You need to believe in her too.” He looks over at Impa, smiling slightly, “You cannot be by her side all the time. Just like I cannot be by Purah’s... We both need to believe in them.”

Impa’s eyes widened, “Purah’s at Fort Hateno...? I was hoping she would be here with you...” Impa’s voice was shaky again, “We need to make this quick and hurry to Fort Hateno.”

Robbie nods, looking down at the floor while crossing his arms, “When this is over, please... please bring Purah back safely. I know it’s stupid asking you; Purah’s sister that but I-”

“I will. I promise you that.” Impa interrupted Robbie, “She’s family. Our family. I know that she means a lot to you as well...” Impa walks over to Robbie, looking up at him, “She’s all you have, I know...”

Robbie’s eyes widened behind the goggles – did Purah tell her about them? Or was he just that obvious?

“... But enough talk. Let’s head for the top, alright? Get the cannons ready for when they clear the bridge.” Impa smiles reassuringly as she walks towards the door, “We shouldn’t keep Zelda or Purah waiting...”

Robbie felt a wave of relief for a moment, nodding back as he quickly followed Impa to the top of the citadel.

Soldiers came running towards them, shaking their heads side to side and waving their arms, “No! There are guardians and more monsters on the roof!”

Impa immediately clicked her tongue, “How did they get up there so quick?” She turns to Robbie, “Stay here for just a moment while I get rid of them on top!”

“Mipha is already there fending them off, she needs backup!” a soldier spoke, running back over to where he came from. Impa nodded and ran off to the south where some of the cannons were.

Robbie bit his cheek – once again having to sit out on this one. Shaking his head, he looked out a nearby window, watching more monsters crossing the bridge.

“Yikes!” Robbie yelled while poking his head out now, “Enemies are making it over the bridge!” Link’s attention from the bottom of the citadel caught Robbie’s voice and looked up.

Robbie waved his arms and pointed down at the bridge, “Hurry and stop them!”

The silent knight gave a quick wave to Robbie as he rushed back to the bridge, fighting off the multiple monsters crossing the bridge. Robbie clicked his pen nervously as he watched from the window. Seeing Link fight them off one by one. He was great at what he did, sure... but at the end of the day – that boy was younger than him. He was just a kid out there fighting and could easily be killed right then and there.

Robbie felt sick to his stomach thinking about that. Zelda and Link were just kids and there they were fighting guardians, hinoxs, moblins... He looked away; he couldn’t watch anymore with that dreadful thought in his head.

Breaking his dreadful thought and the other noises of the monsters and battle cries; he hears the mighty roar of Vah Ruta – along shortly after, the citadel shaking. Robbie holds onto the window's ledge as the soldiers behind him use their spears to hold themselves. He looks around frantically then back at the soldiers who also look troubled.

“Was that...?” A soldier pauses while the other one beside him speaks, “Vah Ruta – Sidon is piloting it while Mipha is down here fighting...”

Robbie nods and looks up. Did he use Vah Ruta to strike some of the enemies down in the south? That would be a huge help for them for sure – but another strike like that and the citadel itself could fall. After the maliced guardian’s beams from before, the citadel was in rough shape inside and out. The floor could crumble at their feet at any moment given if the hit is strong enough. He really needed to be careful.

Robbie swallowed nervously as he tightened his grip on the ledge of the window, trying not to fall over from the aftershocks of Vah Ruta’s attack. Looking up, debris of the wall crumbled above them. He inhales between his clenched teeth – the citadel was really holding on by a thread at this rate....

Mipha’s voice chimed in as she runs down with Impa right behind her, “All clear in the south!” She smiled, “All thanks to Sidon and Vah Ruta...”

“Without him it would have taken longer. There were multiple flying guardians over there.” Impa added as she nodded to Mipha while she ran to the front gate to help Link, Zelda and Daruk. Impa as she said she would – walked over to Robbie to stay with him and the two other soldiers, nodding her head as thanks as they nodded back.

“You don’t have to stay with me, Impa... I’m fine.” Robbie crossed his arms as he leaned against the spiraled hallway. Sighing she also crossed her arms.

“Do you realize the mouthful I’d get from Purah if she found out you were hurt and I was there with you and didn’t help? You think I’m bad when I vent? She’s worse!” Impa cracked a small smile and punched Robbie’s arm a little too hard – but all in good, playful nature.

“I want to make sure you’re okay. Plus, the Princess has Link and the others on her side... I’m all good here.” She looks up at Robbie for a moment and spun on her heels, pointing towards the south, “... and don’t forget. We got cannons to set off. Your plan, remember?”

Robbie smiles and tilts his head to the side; he saw a bit of Purah in her at that moment. It was a nice change of pace...he shook his head to snap out of the thought as he saw the soldiers already heading to get the cannons ready.

“Let’s get this plan in action!” Robbie happily snapped his fingers, running towards the south where the cannons were. Impa quickly followed him.

Making his way outside he looked down below. There was a giant hinox by the bridge while his friends were down there fighting it all together. A soldier walks over to Robbie, “The cannons are just about ready to fire!”

Robbie winces at the thought, knowing they are still all on the bridge down there.

The soldier yells from above, making sure the others heard him, “Everyone! Fall back to the citadel!”

As the soldier moves back from the ledge, more maliced guardians scurry towards the bridge – at Link and Zelda. Robbie gasps and leans over the ledge himself, slamming his fist on the cold, hard stone.

“It’s dangerous for you to hang out there!” He grits his teeth, they needed to get out of there... why were they just staying around there? Was something wrong?

“Quickly!” Robbie screams again, hoping Link will hear him again at least, “.... return to the citadel!”

Link, a little spec from all the way down there looks up at Robbie once more, shaking his head as he draws out his bow, quickly shooting at the hinox and the guardians. Falling back, he grabs Zelda’s hand and runs east, where the door to the citadel was. There was no time to keep fighting and Link realized it while more enemies drew closer – it was overwhelming even Link.

“Come on little guy!” Daruk’s voice carried from the door, Robbie looks down at Daruk and Mipha watching the two Hylians nervously as they rush back towards the citadel with three guardians and a hinox right behind them. There was barely any time. Robbie quickly snaps his attention to the soldiers.

“We need to fire, now. Right now.” Robbie thought to himself and snapped back to looking at the bridge. Link and Zelda made it to the other side.

Robbie holds up his finger and grins, “Looks like we got them in our sights! And...” He snaps his fingers, points at the soldiers, “...FIRE!”

The soldiers immediately pulled fire as Robbie yelled fire. Robbie, covering his ears watched the cannonballs fire down on multiple monsters, crumbling the bridge along with them down. All of the falling all the way down. The hinox grabs onto the edge of the crumbling bridge for a moment until debris of the bridge cracks, making it fall to its demise along with the rest of the monsters.

Impa runs over, skidding to a stop and gasps at the sight.

“You did it! You really did it, Robbie!” Impa’s eyes beam while looking down at everyone cheering and celebrating from below.

Robbie grins, looking at the broken bridge, “The results are astounding!” He leans over, looking more closely, “They are mere fish food now!” Cackling to himself, Robbie takes a long, deep breath and sighs in relief. His plan really did fall through...

Zelda’s voice chimed in, “Time to strike down the remaining enemies. Let’s glide down the cliff into the exercise yard!” Zelda, about to run down was stopped by Link. Quietly nodding he went alone this time to finish off the monsters that survived the drop.

Robbie slammed his hand on the stone again and grinned, “Come on Link... you can do this.” Holding his breath as he watched Link run and jump down, gliding down with the paraglider Link without any effort – finishes off the remaining guardians that survived the drop. They did not have much left in them since they were already highly damaged from the sheer force of the drop. Most of the were on their sides unable to get back on their legs.

Link, drawing his sword focuses all his strength and slashes through them leaving that same blinding light from before with the first maliced guardian. Something about that sword made malice react to it...

Robbie, smirks as the last corrupted guardian explodes by Link’s sword work. He was quite the knight.

Zelda looks down, watching Link climb back up to where they stood, “With this... we were able to defeat all the enemies...” she pauses and glances up at the top of the citadel where Robbie and Impa stood, “I’m so glad we succeeded in defending the citadel.”

Mipha chimes in quietly, “Commendable, Sidon!” the Zora looks over at Vah Ruta’s direction, “You deserve our thanks... As Vah Ruta, of course.”

Robbie and Impa make their way down to the east gate, meeting up with the others. Link walks up to Robbie, looking up at him. There was that look again – as if he wanted to say something. Robbie blinks behind his goggles and tilts his head, “Link, you got something to tell me?”

Link glances down for a moment, pausing to think. He looks back at Robbie, glancing at Impa and Zelda smiling at each other then back at Robbie, “...You’re amazing.”

Robbie froze.

“... You are quick to plan things and while some doubted you, I knew exactly what you were doing. You’re amazing.” Link smiled slightly and nodded, walking back to Zelda and Impa’s side.

Robbie fell silent, that boy barely spoke at all and hearing him say that to him hit him hard. His words were so much more impactful that way...

Wait... Wait!

Robbie runs over to them, “Guys there’s no time to celebrate just yet. While the citadel may be safe and all, Purah... She needs your help. Please.” Impa turns to Robbie and looks back at Zelda, “That’s right! Purah’s at Fort Hateno. She needs out help right away.”

“We were separated when the Yiga Clan attacked the lab. We barely managed to escape... I’m glad you guys came to save me but... we need to save her, if she is gone... I-”

Zelda reached her hand out gently patting Robbie’s arm, “We’ll save Purah. We’ll bring her safe and sound, Robbie...” Her voice was calm, gentle. Robbie looked at her, tearing up being his goggles. Looking away for a moment he quickly lifted up his goggles to wipe the tears away as fast as he could.

Zelda held out her hand more for a mere moment and drew her hand back, turning towards the other as her expression changed. “Let us make our way to Fort Hateno. Our mission is to save Purah and bring her back safety, for everyone’s sake and... his.” Zelda took one final glance at Robbie while his back was turned.

Everyone nodded.

Robbie gasps under his breath while adjusting his goggles back on. He shouldn’t show so much weakness like this... Taking a deep breath he nodded.

“Please bring Purah back to...”

Me.

Me, safely...

Oh, how he wished he could say that. Perhaps once all of this was over, he could. Until then, Robbie continues, “...to us safely.” Robbie finally spoke again in an almost defeated tone.

It killed him.

The others nodded and started to make their way to For Hateno.

Taking a deep breath, he watched the sunrise peeking from the horizon.

Akkala Citadel; The last stand against the Calamity some say. Perhaps... in another timeline. Here however, it still stood tall even with the bridge completely destroyed. Cannons all fired out. Soldiers barely making it from the citadel, all were left were limping soldiers left and right. They stood triumph as monsters from all sides collapsed defeated around the citadel, cheering from the soldiers were heard echoing and there Robbie stood at the top of the tower waiting. Watching... as Link, Zelda and the others made their way to Fort Hateno.

Praying for Purah to come back safely...

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legendofzelda4life · 3 years

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Destruction

Wassup ya’ll? Time for day 17 (i think)

Today I present some platonic Wild and Time fluff

Let’s get into it.

Also some things might be in brackets or asterisks and that’s because I forgot to italicise or bold them

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Time and Wild had recently been separated from the rest of the group.

They were currently in Wild’s Hyrule.

“What do we do?” Time asked. Wild shrugged. “This is a moment I regret giving my slate to Four.” He had indeed given his slate to the hero of four. Sure, it mightn’t’ve been the best idea but, hey?

The kid was interested.

“Haven’t you explored this place?” Wild gestured his arms around. “We’re literally in the Hebra Mountains, Gerudo Highlands, Mount Hylia, Mount Lanayru, Mount Granajh, or atop the Duelling Peaks - given that one’s unlikely - but that’s still like six places, Time!”

“Jeez there’s a lot of snow in your Hyrule.” “I know. It sucks. But all we can do is head in a direction and hope we don’t run into trouble.” Wild said. “Trouble?” Time asked with a small smirk. “Look, if we do encounter trouble, just say back. I don’t want you to get hurt. Without you I’m sure Twilight would be driven to madness.” WIld laughed as he spoke.

“Alright fine. But which way should we go?” Wild looked around at an attempt to answer Time’s question. “How about that way?” Wild pointed north and Time shrugged. “Sure.”

Given, travelling north from any of those places was a bad idea but that’s just Wild’s middle name.

“Boko camp ahead.” Wild said, pulling out a royal broadsword and his Hylian shield.

“That sword looks like it’s about to break.” Wild shrugged at Time’s words. “They have more.” He said before dashing into the camp.

He moved quickly, switching from sword to bow and back again in split-second timeframes.

It was impressive.

“Alright, they’re gone!” Wild called from the top layer. Time walked up, passing gemstones, monster remains, rupees, and weapons. He left them all as he walked. Wild killed them, he can have the stuff.

“Wanna burn it?” Wild asked, looking at a campfire.

Time smiled.

“Don’t tell the boys about this but…”

Time pulled out his own boy and equipped fire arrows.

Wild gasped mockingly.

“Wow. You can have fun.” He said with a laugh.

The two boys ran around like maniacs, burning every part of the camp they could reach.

Which was the whole thing.

After watching it burn to the floor, the pair started laughing, clutching onto each other for support.

“Oh my goddesses. You nearly died!” Wild laughed. “So did you!” Time said as the pair looked at the remainder of the fire.

“Should we keep walking?” “Sure.”

The pair walked.

And walked.

An walked.

“Okay, we have to be in hebra.” Wild sighed. “Haven’t we passed that mountain already?” Time asked. “I don’t know, let’s head east.”

Mind you, at this point the boys had climbed up mountains too.

They were tired.

As they kept walking, they found ruins of some sort.

Yeah, they burnt those down too.

Same with all the camps they passed.

“What are those?” Time asked, pointing down the mountain. Wild looked to where he was pointing.

Three lynels.

“Fucking perfect.” Wild sighed.

Given, maybe only one would go after them but still…

It was annoying.

“Those are something we should avoid, if we go that way,” Wild pointed south east.

“What about the boys?”

Wild did a double take on the lynels.

Just as Time said…

The other seven were against one.

“They’re gonna die. Let’s go.” Wild handed Time the spare paraglider he had and they glided down.

“Stay back!” Wild yelled out to everyone. They immediately backed up as he landed on the Lynels back.

He switched to a savage lynel crusher and hit the lynel as many times as he could before flipping off of it, shooting the back of it’s head with three shock arrows at a time using a savage lynel bow.

This continued until the lynel died.

Wild picked up the remains, even taking the chance to wave the guts in Twilight’s face.

Time looked at Wild and they smirked at each other before pulling out bows.

“You guys should run.” Time said, pulling out fire arrows. The group started to walk away and the pair ran in the direction the other two lynels were.

With loud laughter, they shot arrow after arrow until the lynels were surrounded with flames.

Wild immediately summoned his horse and master-cycle zero. He got on the latter as Time mounted the horse.

They rode quickly to the other seven boys and pulled two each onto their transportation.

Hyrule, Wind, and Four were on Epona, Wild and Twilight were on the master-cycle zero, Time, Legend, and Sky were on Wild’s horse, and Warriors…

Well Twilight shot the claw-shot at him and he’s currently shield surfing behind everyone.

“Aye! Aye! Twi you better pull me closer or I swear to Hylia!” “Huh? What was that? I can’t hear- oh shit!” Twilight saw the two lynels charging at them and immediately drew Warriors in closer.

“Take the wheel.” Wild said. Twilight grabbed the handle bars, pulling Warriors onto the bike. It was lucky he knew how to drive the damned thing. Wild jumped off and paraglided to the lynels, shooting arrows at both of them.

He went through the bow and pulled out another of the same type.

After dropping down to the floor, he pulled out a new weapon, having broken the crusher: specifically a royal guard’s claymore.

After 14 hits, Wild threw it at one of the Lynels and pulled out the fierce deity sword, quickly pulling out his slate to change into the clothes to match.

“Come at me pussy!” He yelled. He was running ahead of the lynels at an attempt to keep up with everyone.

Wild eventually got rid of both lynels, using three Urbosa’s furies in the process. He then used a Revali’s gale to catch up with everyone.

“This was a great idea!” He yelled as he flew over Time.

Good thing the old man hadn’t seen the fierce deity clothes.

But… Wild was dressed as dark link for night-time speed up.

“Goddess dammit, Hy! Watch where you’re aiming that thing!” Wild yelled as a bomb arrow flew past his ear.

“Not my fault you look like dark link! Fuck sake Wild you’re giving Time flashbacks!” Wild looked down to see Hyrule was right. Not just Time but Warriors and a few others looked like they just saw a demon.

Four was a different story for obvious reasons. He looked like he just saw a god.

“Stable!” Wind yelled, veering Epona out of the way - much to Twilight’s approval.

The same couldn’t be said for Wild’s horse or the master cycle zero.

They both crashed head on as Wild burst out laughing. “Jeez Time, we weren’t meant to break the stable too!” He yelled with a laugh.

Safe to say, everybody found out the old man had a rather destructive side.

Wild also had to hand over wood and rupees to repair the damage.

Twilight still doesn’t understand how the boy had left over stuff.

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I hope you guys liked this lol.

The og plan was for Time and Wild to accidentally burn down the bridges to rito village but eh.

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ashleyswrittenwords · 4 years

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7 from the fluff category!

“Please just kiss me already.”

Bet you guys thought that I’d be burned out from that 6k+ word chapter, but here I am! Back at it with these pining kids.

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The Princess slept for three days after the Hero slew the Calamity. During those three days that same man nearly lost his head. It took the renowned Sheikah scientists Robbie and Purah to venture down to the modest Hateno home to quell his worries.

“She looks exactly as the day we lost her,” Robbie had said to his counterpart. In turn, she could only agree and surmise that time wouldn’t catch up to her.

The Hero asked more questions than was needed. It made Purah laugh.

“Imagine running marathons for more than a century,” she smirked while taking the girl’s vitals – all of which came out normal. “Give her the chance to catch up on some sleep. After a week, I’ll consider coming back. Until then, think about how to acclimate her back to normal life.”

Against their better judgement, he did worry. But she did wake up and he had never knew how rewarding sleepy smiles could be.

The next day, he showed her what they could do with the Sheikah Slate. That was when he found that any smile she afforded him was just as good. Not unlike his memories, she marveled and shouted happily and damn near cried at how the technology worked. The Hero took the Princess to any place he could think of. From the now sunny Zora’s Domain to the peacefulness of Rito Village.

It enraptured her, which spurred him. Sometimes they would go back to Hateno for the night and other times they would be invited to stay somewhere. She could never say no to a kind gesture and she loved their stories… about him. Out of all their stories, there were always at least a good few that told of the Hero and his helpfulness.

Smaller deeds like herding a group cuccos and helping a village with (in his eyes) simple chores. Then there were much more grandiose accomplishments like taming the Divine Beast Vah Ruta to stop the torrential downpour over Zora’s Domain; those stories were ones that he would bashfully elaborate on. All of them made her look at him in a way he couldn’t describe.

Their last venture was by Mount Lanayru in a small pasture. In it was a meadow of flowers of all colors. It was the perfect time of the year and the gasp that came from her was music to his ears. The rest of the afternoon was spent watching her and taking pictures on the Slate while she explored the flowers. When the Princess grew tired, she caught him in a hug that toppled them both to the grass.

“Thank you,” she said again from the crook of his neck. “Thank you, I love it.”

He warmed to her voice as he always did. “Of course, Zelda. Is there anything you want to do next?”

“Home. I want to go home for now, if you don’t mind.”

The Hero of the Wild took her face in his hands and grinned, “You make it seem like I could ever disregard your wants.”

They returned home not far after and both thrived in the quiet environment. The monotony of regular life was one they cherished. The Princess was commonly seen shopping in the village while the Hero learned of his love of gardening. Very rarely did they leave each other alone, but neither would have it any other way.

It was a week in when she learned of his nightmares. From the loft, she could see his tossing and turning on the pallets next to the fireplace where only embers burned red. It broke her heart when she heard his empty cries and it didn’t take long for her sock-cladded feet padding down the stairs. He was surrounded by the colorful blankets she had bought him after a heated debate of who would take the loft. His grip on them was so great that the knuckles of his hands grew white.

Carefully, she sunk to her knees and watched up with alarm. She was smart and knew that people tended to do unintentional things in their sleep, meaning she had to be weary if he would have an outburst. There was one case of night terrors, among the myriad of century-old memories, where a patient had punched another person thinking they were an attacker.

The Hero heaved a breath, freezing when her fingertips touched his bare ankle.

“Shh,” she whispered. Then again. When he didn’t react, she touched his calf. “It’s okay, Link.”

The whiteness of his knuckles lessened and it made her pause, but he didn’t move to do anything else and she continued until her head touch the pillow on the far end of the pallet. With a feather touch, she cupped his hand and slowly peeled his fingers from the blankets.

“You’re okay. You’re safe.”

Finally, his hand was in hers on the pillow that separated them. The Hero didn’t wake, instead he seemed to drift off into a silent slumber once more and took the Princess with him.

This night repeated several more times over the next few weeks. At first, it was an awkward affair for him to find her in his bed; though it wasn’t long that it became another norm in their day-to-day life. She didn’t try to pry information from him. If he wanted to talk about his nightmares, then he can bring it up. The few times she did broach the subject, however, he would deftly get distracted or change the direction the conversation altogether.

That is, until one night when his gasps turned into yells and shouts that made the Princess think that he was fighting a Lynel in their dining room. Naturally, he wasn’t, but it didn’t slow the urgency in her steps as she descended from the loft. The sound of the stairs heightened his volume so much that she had to yell over him.

“Link!”

The blankets were completely thrown to the side. She repeated his name. Tears rolled down his face as he thrashed and she was quick to reach his calf and then gripped an arm before he could accidently hurt himself, but he was stronger than her and wretched it away.

“Link, it’s me!” she crawled onto the blankets. “It’s me!”

In the frantic attempt to calm him, she had clambered onto his hips to keep her hands on his shoulders. It seemed like forever, but he did stop his writhing. Bending to his ear, she whispered soothing hushes.

The Hero’s tears never paused and soon his sobs surfaced. She could feel her own tears pricking her eyes as she ran a hand over his hair.

“It’s okay, Link,” she murmured into his ear. “You’re safe. I love you.”

Before long, his arms encircled her and brought her closer. His cries didn’t stop. They were low and heart-retching.

“I love you. You’re okay. I love you.”

All he could do was nod over and over, burying his head into her shoulder as he did.

“I-” he choked on his own heaving gasps. “You died.”

His arms tightened with her heart.

“I’m not, though,” she managed to get out. “I’m not dead.”

“Gods, it felt so real,” he barely whispered with a coarse voice.

Whether it was a sudden surge of courage or the muddled decisions of a tired mind, the Princess kissed the corner of his mouth. “I’m still here because of you,” she smiled with watery eyes down at him.

The Hero searched her face and found everything he ever needed. How could he say with confidence that she was real when there was such a significant chance of failing? He brushed away the blonde hair veiling her eyes and entangled his fingers behind her ear. Gently, he brought her face to his and his kiss found the corner of her own lips.

“You saved me,” she murmured, the very embodiment of sweetness. With a soft redness on her cheeks, she reached and pressed a chaste kiss to his brow. The Hero silently observed her, taking his time to memorize the freckles appearing on the bridge of her nose and the minute creases around her mouth. He reminded himself that those green eyes were teeming with life; that his dreams were nothing but dreams.

He copied her motions, letting himself linger against her forehead and hoped she could tell that his devotion to her was more than surface level. It drove itself into his very heart, further with each smile and every longing glance.

They made a slow dance. She would plant a kiss on his skin that burned into his being, he would wonder if this was heaven, and she would revel in his own copied touches. Underneath the courage he gave her and her own breathless laughter, the Princess was afraid of overstepping. Everything she had experienced after the Calamity was utterly perfect, but nothing as soul fulfilling as this moment. Happiness broiled in her chest and with it was the fear that it would all be cut short if she gave into kissing his mouth.

For a moment, he looked to his side and reached over to pull a pile of pillows closer. She yelped as her world turned sideways and her head hit the pillows, but he drew her in quickly so that their noses touched and she could see the slight smile on his lips that portrayed his amusement.

The sound of his heavy voice filled her ears, “Please just kiss me already.”

He watched her nervous laughter with a happy gaze. The sky was giving way to dawn and the light caused a milky glow in the room. Her soft hand touched his cheek, feeling the rough stubble and she couldn’t help but give into another smile. His tears had long been dried. With tenderness, The Princess kissed the Hero with a passion that would long outlast the years of the Calamity itself.

#i loved writing this #it was very self-indulging after that htbaq chapter #zelink #zelink fanfiction #fanfiction #loz fanfiction #link #zelda #loz botw #legend of zelda #loz #ashleyswritten words #i wrote a good bit of this at 1 am and omg the amount of typos #good thing i proof read it lmao #Anonymous

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elizabethemerald · 4 years

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Dreams of Drowning: Chap 11

Bular has come at last to end the Lakes. With Toby by his side, his magic now awakened, plus most of the rest of his family, Jim is ready to face him. But he needs to hurry. Claire's time is running out.

AO3

Jim raised his shield just in time to stop Bular’s charge. He was sure he would have been sent soaring again, however his legs felt like they were glued to the ground. A quick glance downward showed orange flames licking at his ankles, holding him in place.

He blocked another swing from one of Bular’s blades then connected his mind to Toby’s in an instant. Toby released Jim’s foot allowing him to step forward, driving Bular back. Barbara joined the connection a second later, a navy blast of light from her disrupted Bular’s next swing.

Jim watched as his mom’s magic cut across the blackened, coal like skin. Her magic looked like it was causing the skin to unstitch itself, cuts opened in his skin, which would turn ashen and fall away with each wave of magic.

Bular roared as the injuries spread across his skin. He pulled his arm back to swing but was unbalanced as one of his swords unexpectedly weighed almost nothing while the other crashed to the ground, each surrounded by orange flames. Jim used the distraction to dart forward and carve several deep slashes across the stone skin.

Toby followed quickly after with several powerful blows from his hammer. Each one knocked the monster back a step. Meanwhile Barbara darted around his side and unleashed another powerful blast of her light. Zelda and Walter circled with her, each carefully aiming their shots for wounds she caused, where they seemed to have greater impact. Jim smiled grimly as his blue flames roared down his arms. He jumped inside Bular’s guard and knocked away one of his blades with a powerful cerulean blow.

He only had a moment to celebrate before Bular grabbed him across the chest with his now free hand. He slammed Jim twice into the pavement, each impact earning an airless grunt of pain as the breath was forced from his lungs.

Bular lifted Jim again to finish crushing him into the asphalt when Toby’s magic whirled around his massive forearm. He couldn’t bring that hand any closer to the ground. A wave of navy light washed over Jim and he felt air rush into his body again as his mother healed his injuries.

Jim knew he only had a moment to act, but Bular still held him by the chestplate of his armor, one massive hand almost as large as Jim’s whole torso. He breathed, allowing his armor and weapons to dissipate and return to his amulet.

He slipped out of Bular’s grasp, landing on his back. He caught his amulet and pressed it back to his chest as he rolled forward. The armor reformed around him, Daylight reappearing in his hand and Jim thrust the blade forward with every ounce of strength he had.

With a deafening roar and a blinding flash Jim drove Daylight deep into Bular’s chest. The light burned through his body, falling in embers from the cracks and injuries and blazing out of his eyes and mouth. The roar of magic was almost drowned out by Bular’s scream of rage and pain as his body slowly petrified into stone.

Jim tried to crawl out from under the falling statue but knew he wouldn’t be fast enough. Just before he was crushed a blazing hammer briefly filled his vision as Toby smashed the statue away, scattering rubble that had once been a man down the street.

“He’s gone.” Barbara said softly. She took a step towards Jim, but stumbled and would have fallen had Zelda not dove to her side to catch her. She helped her wife sit down as exhaustion suddenly made her limbs feel like lead.

Toby plopped down next to Jim, his legs splayed out in front of him. He breathed out, allowing his cheeks to puff up as he did so. He slowly slouched back until he was laying flat on the ground, his chest heaving.

Strickler was looking around at everyone and pulled out his phone. No doubt he was calling some of his less savoury contacts to help cover up the evidence of the battle that had just happened.

Jim looked at the rest of his family then pulled himself shakily to his feet. Barbara made a concerned noise at him as she watched rise. If he felt this tired he couldn’t imagine how tired Toby and his mom were. He had his magic for weeks. Barbara was barely sitting at one week, and Toby less than 30 minutes.

“Young Atlas what are you doing?” Strickler put his hand over the mouth piece to address Jim as he continued to drag himself over to his car.

Jim ignored him in favour of stepping into his car and trying to start the engine.

“Little Gynt, this is no time for rash decisions! We need time to rest and recover!” Zelda said from where she was trying to help Barbara stand. Jim glanced over to her and was shocked, but also less so, to see her eyes were glowing green. It wouldn’t be long till her magic was awakened to, some tired part of his brain thought.

“I have to go. They’re hurting her again. I can’t just let it happen, I have to go.” Desperation tinged his voice as he turned the key again and again. The car refused to start, the engine just whining to itself each time he tried. “God damn it car!”

He smacked his hand against the dash and in a flash of blue fire the car started, roaring to life. He leaned out his window as he pulled out of his driveway, carefully avoiding Toby’s overturned truck.

“You all need to rest, I’ll be ok. I’m just going to go and stop them hurting Claire and then we can get back on schedule to break her out. I… I can’t…”

“We understand Jimbo.” Toby waved from the ground. “Go do your hero thing. We’ll back you up if you need it. As soon as the world comes back into focus.”

Jim shook his head, a small smile on his face at his friend’s antics, before it slipped away. He could well remember how terrified Claire had felt in that last vision. And now he couldn’t sense her at all. He needed to get to 49B, and find some way to stop Le Fay from hurting her.

It felt like no time at all before he was pulling into the parking lot where he worked. He sat for just a moment trying to sense Claire, but she wasn’t responding to his thoughts. Corrupted Heartstone. They were going to kill her with the cursed stone if he didn’t stop them.

He left his car and hurried to one of the side entrances, this entrance was on the opposite side of the facility as the kitchen, so hopefully no one would notice him coming in. With a breath his armor fully covered him, including his head and face. Gunmar and Le Fay didn’t need to know who was breaking in just yet.

Jim drew Daylight and was considering how best to wedge it into the door to get in when a cough behind him made him whirl around. He raised his sword ready to have his second fight of the day, but behind him stood the old man who had changed his amulet.

“That might be a little suspicious.” He said in his same gravely tone. “Allow me.”

He stepped forward and Jim stepped back. The man put his hand close to the card reader where staff swiped in and a small green spark jumped from his hand to the reader and Jim could hear the door unlock. He grabbed the door and pulled it open.

Jim stepped inside and jogged down the hall towards the elevator. The older man followed at a more leisurely pace. Jim noticed he wasn’t trying to cover his face at all.

“Aren’t you worried about the cameras?”

The man shook his head, then held up a hand with his thumb and forefinger a small distance apart. A green spark jumped in between the two digits for a second before disappearing.

“Handy.” Jim said softly. “Why are you helping me?”

They had reached the elevator. Jim pressed the call button then pressed himself against the wall. The man seemed to think for a minute, then as the elevator opened with a ding he spoke.

“Consider me an interested party.” He said.

Jim nodded and stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for the bottom floor. His only thoughts now were on how terrified Claire had been in his vision. She had been trying to scream even though she was under water. The chains on her arms had been so tight he could still feel the memory of her arms straining in their sockets. If this stranger could help get to her and save her this pain, then Jim didn’t care about anything else.

When the door opened on the research level, Jim stepped out Daylight in his hands. He had been expecting guards or researchers like he had seen when he had delivered food. But there were none. He stayed in his fighting stance while he slowly crept down the hall. From his and Toby’s observations they knew that there were researchers here at almost all hours of the day. And the guards had a set rotation that never left the facility unprotected. Yet there was no one here.

All of Jim’s senses told him this was wrong that there should be someone. He crept forward while the stranger walked calmly behind him. He was almost to the door where he had sensed Claire from before when another cough sounded from behind him. He turned cautiously and his mysterious helper gestured toward another door, not the one Claire was behind, or the room where he had danced just the other day.

“I believe that you might find the easiest way to help her in here.” Without waiting for a response he opened the door and stepped inside. Jim hurried in after him.

“Why? What’s in here-”

The words stopped in Jim’s throat. Before him stood an open pool of some strange liquid. It was electric green and the surface seemed to spark and fizzle.

“What-?”

Again the words wouldn’t come. Before his eyes the green liquid began to change. It became dark, like someone was pouring ink into the pool. It was soon black as pitch, black as-

“Corrupted Heartstone!”

Then the door slammed shut behind him.

Jim spun on his heel bringing Daylight up but it was knocked out of his hand by a powerful backhand from Gunmar. Jim took a step backwards as he saw the massive man, who had been hidden behind the door. On the other side stood Dr. Le Fay, with a smug grin on her face. He turned away from them to the stranger in green.

“You did this?”

“Yes.”

The man stepped up to him, his hand flying to Jim’s amulet. With a tug the amulet came away, bringing his armor with it. Jim fell to his knees as all of the pain and exhaustion of the day suddenly piled on top of him. His vision failed and everything went black for just a moment.

Just as his vision was clearing, but before he could rise chains snaked out of the open pool, each lit a golden light. Jim tried to fight them off, to wrestle himself free, but slowly, surely, they bound him hand and foot. He growled and squirmed, desperately trying to get away from them. Dr. Le Fay’s golden boot entered his field of vision as she stepped up to him.

“So you are the one entity bonded to. I thought as much James.”

Jim bared his teeth.

“Entity? You mean Claire? The woman I love? The woman I will not rest until I free?” Jim snarled at her. “Why don’t you call her by her name? Her name is Claire! And I will free her from your control.”

“Free her? Oh no James. You are going to join her.”

Morgan Le Fay smiled at him as she gestured lazily with one hand. Jim felt the slack in the chains disappear. He turned as best as he could, away from Le Fay, away from Gunmar, away from the stranger who tricked him into coming here. The black pool filled his vision and fear filled his mind.

Jim reached out with his mind, a wordless, terror filled cry as he was dragged forward. Dragged closer and closer to the inky darkness. He tried to brace himself on the edge of the pool, fighting with everything he had to stay on land. And then he felt a foot on his back. He glanced backwards to see Gunmar’s cruel smile.

“Worm.” The man sneered and pushed Jim over the edge.

A single last scream echoed in his mind before the blackness swallowed him and consciousness was stolen from him.

#jim lake junior #Barbara Lake #toby domzalski #zelda nomura #walter strickler #morgana toa #merlin toa #gunmar the black #bular the vicious #Trollhunters #tales of arcadia #dreams of drowning #writing emerald #please reblog

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melancholicwriteaholic · 5 years

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Samus and Link are Bros #11

Random excerpts from Samus and Link’s Friday Night Podcast. I always imagined what that sort of podcast would be like, so here’s some ideas.

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[Excerpt from Samus Is Cold]

“...and I get this a lot, too. People think I’m always angry. Or I’m such a hard-ass, you know? Not just a Bad Ass, but a real bitch. Like, all the time angry or something. They think I’m some cold, unapproachable super solder who’ll zap them as soon as they get anywhere close to me?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard from around the guys especially are afraid of you.”

“You know what it is? It’s the games. They think I’m cold ‘cause I never smile in my games.”

(Link laughs as Samus explains, incredulously)

“I’m serious! And I’m like, ‘Guys! I’m in a hostile alien cave???’ I mean, come on! Gimme a break! You try and stay upbeat and sunshines when everything around wants to eat you!”

“Mm Hm.”

“And when I’m not doing that, I’m getting punched in the face by Donkey Kong or eaten by Kirby. I’m sorry for seeming less than cheery, you know?”

“Yeah, I get that.”

“Don’t you? I mean, hell. I played all of Ocarina of Time, you know? And I don’t remember you smiling even once in that game. I might be wrong, but I’m pretty sure you were a stone statue. And people don’t think you’re cold or anything.”

“Well, some people do. But no, you’re right. I know, um, I know Zelda? From our Twilight Princess days? The fans treated her the same way, I remember. And if you actually play the game you’d know, well, it’s not like she’s in the most ideal circumstances in that game.”

“I think she literally died in that game? Am I remembering that right?”

“No, but I think I know what you’re talking about, yeah. Crazy...”

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[Sponsor Time]

“I’m going to stop you right there, Sammy. Sorry, but we’ve run out of time for that topic. We need to talk about this episode’s sponsor! Today’s sponsor is... Oh, crud.” Link chuckles. “Yeah, they’re gonna kill me.”

“What?”

“It’s...” Link can’t seem to keep the chuckle out of his voice. “Today’s episode is brought to you by the best deal in gaming there is. Xbox Game Pass.”

“No. What? How did this happen?”

“I don’t know. Mistakes are made and now I must reveal to you, my listeners, that with XBox Game Pass you can rent any number of amazing Xbox one and Xbox 360 games-”

Samus also starts laughing, interrupting Link.

“...For just one low monthly fee. That is, unlimited play from over a hundred great XBox Games. For REAL GAMERZ ONLY.”

“Oh Gods... Oh, I feel dirty now. Wow.”

“I know, right? It’s such a fantastic deal!”

“Stop, oh my God.”

“We should stop playing Nintendo games. Let’s all get Xboxes.”

“Stop, let’s- Yeah, screw nintendo.”

“Yeah. Oh my Din, I’m gonna get killed.”

*** *** ***

[Link explains where the Toon Link comes from]

“...and I think the problem is that I’m less cartoony than the other games. Mario can be paper, Kirby can be yarn, but I can’t make an, I don’t know, Samus the Barbie Doll Adventures game.”

“Right, right. You’re kind of locked in a medium.”

“Don’t you have a story about that, Link? You know, with the Toon Link idea?”

“Oh, that’s actually a long story. If you don’t mind.”

“No, no. Let’s hear it.”

“Yeah, it actually started not with Wind Waker, but all the way back. I think you remember. It was sometime after we finished with, um, Link’s Awakening, right? Like I had an ideal look to me back then.”

“Right, with the elf look and the ears and all.”

“Yeah. Like, I was changing slowly with each game, sure. Remember how from Zelda one to Zelda two I grew up?”

“Yeah. You came up to my hips back then. Or maybe even my knee caps. Whatever it was you were short.”

“Yeah, so it wasn’t like I wasn’t changing the way I look or anything. But there was a certain look that made you think “That’s Link.” Like, if you look at the comics or promotional stuff you saw they drew me all the same way. And truth be told I was pretty wary of getting, you know, boxed in. Like, I needed to change things up before it was too late to do so.”

“Yeah. Like Pit for a while, right?”

“Sure. So the N64 was rolling around and me and Mario finished working out how 3D was gonna work. I work shopped what I was going to look like in secret with the others. The creators, designers, I think even big papa Miyamoto, you know. We were all on the same page.”

“Oh yeah, you kept a lot of it secret though. I had a lot of time to play other folks’ games during the late nineties, I remember, so I played through yours.”

“Oh yeah, you weren’t so keen on the whole 3D thing at first. I remember.”

“Yeah, and I remember the first time I saw you as an adult. My haw hit the floor.”

“So it worked, then.”

“Yeah, it was incredible. At first you’re this shrimp, right? And it makes sense. You’re Link, the elf, among fellow elves. I thought that was that, but then midway through I was like ‘Wha? You’re as tall as I am now? No! Stop! That’s illegal!’”

Link laughs. “’No stop! Get back to being little right this instance!’”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah, so like that was the first time I changed. And it worked. A little too well. In Majora’s Mask I wanted to avoid turning into an adult again for a while. Hell, in most of that game I was taking different bodies, trying to loosen up the way people saw me. But Ocarina of Time was, how should I say this, too popular?”

“So now people were seeing you as the bishonen adult man.”

“Yeah, so I thought, *Beep* it. If there are children in the audience out there, I’ll bleep that out.”

Samus guffaws at this.

“I walked up to the crew and tell them: Guys! Make me a cartoon. I remember them looking at me like I grew two heads. They were like, What, like Mickey Mouse???”

“Oh God, that didn’t go over well, eh?”

“No. I think even Zelda hated me a bit for that for a while. Ganondorf was especially awful about it. I didn’t care though. Anything at all not to be stuck looking like a bishie forever.”

“I think it went well.”

“Yeah, I’m glad we did that.”

“It was controversial, but you certainly ain’t boxed, right? Your games are pretty damn flexible now. And, best of all, you always get at least two smash roster slots!

Link and Samus both chuckle at this...

*** *** ***

#samus and Link are bros #link and samus are bros #tloz #metroid #nintendo

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fictionalabyss · 6 years

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You’ll never understand.

Pairing : Sam x Shifter!Reader, Sam x Jess, Dean

Word count : 1,452

Warnings : Angsty, but a smile at the end, I promise. A touch of smut. Protective Dean. Poor Sammy.

Square filled : Shapeshifter

Written for : @spngenrebingo

SPN GENRE BINGO MASTERLIST.

Hurrying along the street in the mid sized town that bordered on nowhere, you ignored most of the sounds around you, but the rumble of the black car that went past you drew your attention. It was hard to ignore that sound, especially if you knew what that sound could mean. Hunters. As it pulled into the motel across the street, you did you best to hurry along.

“Jess!?” You continued along, not paying any mind at all to the person calling out. Twice more the name ran out before you hear someone running up behind you. “Is it-” A hand touched you shoulder and he gasped when you turned, taking two steps back.

“Can I help you?”

“I- you're-” He swallowed thickly, eyes searching your face for something. “Jess, how are you- I watched you-” he shook his head softly. “You died. I- I was there, you-”

Oh shit. You glanced around, looking for an out. “Sorry, but I need to get to work, and-”

“You don't remember?” You shook your head and gave him an apologetic smile. “It's me, Sam.” He waited a moment, but got no response. “Sam Winchester.”

Oh shit, oh shit.

He smiled seeing some kind of reaction, but he took it for something it wasn't. “You do remember me. Or at least my name.”

“Something like that..” you swallowed. “I need to-”

“Meet me later for a drink. Please.” You chewed on your bottom lip, trying to find a reason to say no. “Please. One drink. I just- I missed you.”

You gave him a small nod and his whole face lit up. “Bar two blocks over. Around 8?”

“Perfect.” he grinned. “I can't wait.”

“Please?”

“Sam-” you sound exasperated, and you're trying not to, but you know he can hear it. You've been sitting across from him for hours now. One drink had turned into four. “You said-”

He reached out, taking your hands in his. “Please.” He looked like he'd shatter to the floor if you pulled away. “I need to see you again. You don't know how much this means to me. I loved you, I wanted to marry you, and then..” he trailed off. “But now..” a small smile graced his lips. “I can't just walk out of here and not try seeing you again. Please? I'll come to you. We'll exchange numbers, I'll text you, I just- please. I need to see you again.”

With a sigh you gave him a nod. Once again he was beaming as he pulled out his phone.

You gave him your number, and he saved it to his phone before sending you a text. He looked almost anxious for a moment, until he heard your phone chime and you pulled it out. He watched you save his number to your phone and smiled. “So, how about another-”

“It's getting late.” you looked up at him, and he nodded sadly.

“You're right.” he admitted, shoulders slumped.

“But I had a good time, Sam.” You gave him a genuine smile and he returned it.

“I'm glad.”

Ten days. Sam was texting you constantly, and you'd meet up with him every other day. You felt guilty doing it, but the guilt was why you kept answering, kept showing up. And why, on the tenth day, you invited him to your place.

It was risky, but between the guilt, and getting to know him, you were willing to risk it. Plus, Sam insisted Dean didn't know about you yet. “I don't know if he'd understand. How he'd take it.” That's what Sam said, and you weren't about to argue. Dean Winchester was the last person you wanted around. Sam, you thought you could handle.

He had been begging for another drink, another hour with you, so you offered him coffee at your place.

It didn't end with coffee. It barely even got to coffee. You turned on the coffee maker, turned around and there he was. So close.

Clothes were shed and he fucked you on your counter, balls deep before the coffee maker was even done. You held on to him, calling out his name until he came, and he got shy, embarrassed. “It's been a long time..” he mumbled, his face turning pink.

“Then let's go again.”

His face lit up, and he carried you to the bedroom, his lips and teeth assaulting your chest as he went, both of you laughing when your back hit the door frame by accident. “Sorry.” he mumbled into your skin.

You just pulled his head back by his hair and pressed your lips to his in response. “I like it a little rough.”

The sound of a gun cocking in your face snapped you awake, and when you met the green eyes you feared, you did you best not to scream.

“You and I both know that Jess is dead, so who the fuck are you and what do you want with my brother?”

“I-I don't want anything from him.”

“Then what the fuck are you doing and why do you look like her?”

“I-” you swallowed. “It’s a face I ran into years ago. I figured she was insignificant, so I used it here. I didn't know. I promise you, I didn't know. All I knew was she must be dead, because there are no memories. I tried to tell him no, I tried-”

“Yeah, looks like you tried real fucking hard.” he growled motioning to your naked body under a thin sheet, and his brother's bare back next to you. “Soon as I fucking saw your face, I knew something wasn't right. You're going to get the fuck out of this bed right now, and fuck off. Change that god damn face and never fucking contact my brother again, do you hear me?”

You nodded, tears falling on your cheeks. “I'm sorry.” you started to get up, but the movement woke Sam up.

“Fuck your sorry.” Dean growled.

“Dean?” Sam rolled over. “What are you doing?” he glanced from his brother, to you, then the gun.

“I'm sorry.” you said it again.

“What's going on? Dean-”

“Tell him, Jess.” Dean snarled. “Tell him.”

“Dean, put the gun down.” Sam hand a hand out and was moving closer in a calm slow manner.

“She's not who she says she is.” Dean shook his head.

“Dean-”

“She's not fucking human! Tell him!”

The gun shook in your face and you shut your eyes tight. “I’m sorry!” the tears continued to fall as you were sure you were about to die. “I didn't know. I didn't know anyone here would know her. And when you did… when I saw the pain in your eyes.. I'm sorry. I felt so guilty for wearing her face and lying to you.. you wouldn’t take no for an answer and I just thought.. maybe you could use the closure, I don't know. I’m sorry. Please-”

“Put the gun down, Dean.”

“She's-”

“I know.” Your eyes opened and you looked at him, the pained look he was giving his brother. “I knew all along. Did you think I didn't question it? I know she's a shifter, Dean.”

“Then what the fuck-” Dean's gun lowered in confusion.

“You'll never understand. I miss her. I miss her so fucking much I don't care. It was good just to see her, talk to her again.” Sam glanced at you. “Tonight was like a dream, one I never wanted to wake up from. But I know you're not Jess, and I'm sorry for using you like this.”

“I-” You weren't sure how to respond, really. He looked so heartbroken again and you found yourself wanting to try and fix it.

“I'd like to take you to dinner.” Your eyebrows shot up. “You, though. Not Jess, if that's okay? Maybe try and make up for my brother's gun in your face.” the smile he gave you barely graced his lips and didn't reach his eyes.

“You don't have to-”

“I want to. Please. One more drink, and a meal to go with it. One more hour.”

You gave him a small smile and a nod. “One more drink.”

“I don't know what the fuck is going on anymore.” Dean's hands fell to his sides. “Hunters fucking shifters..” he turned and shook his head as he took a few steps. “Oh god, what if they have fucking kids?” he hands went to his head.

You couldn't help but chuckle, cheeks going pink and you glanced at Sam. He looked to you and you chuckled again. “I'm not getting pregnant any time soon, I promise.” This time, the smile did reach his eyes and he nodded while his brother continued to mumble and pace the room.

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redpaperowl · 6 years

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D&D Tonight

DM: There are goblins crying everywhere... There’s a goblin in the well, because Henrich’s a monster.

K: RUNNING AWAY! DM: Alright where? K: AWAY!

K: I can’t remember why we’re up Death Mountain. Z: Because we fought the tree and got knocked out. Because we suck. DM: Because you thought it would be a good idea to run into the forest of danger. Because you thought it would be fun. Z: I mean we met Beasty Boy, he was cute.

DM: I’m going to have to look that up because I wasn’t expecting you to go that way.

H: My general battle plan is ‘fuck it right up’.

H: Am I smart enought to have rope? I have drums. Z: Play that funky music orc boy!

K: What do your orc eyes see? H: Two idiots standing at the bottom of the cliff.

H: Do you guys have rope? K: I think we have those handcuffs... Z: HUUUUUHHHHH...... YESSSSS! DM: I’m not sure how that’ll help... Z: We just link them all together like a giant rope.

Kinisk just manages to climb without any difficulty H: Kinisk just walks straight up. Z: SPRY LIKE A MOUNTAIN GOAT

Kinisk saves Zazzles from falling. Z internal thought: You are forgiven for your betrayal with Beasty Boy dear twin. For now.

DM: A goblin saw you walk up the mountain, Kinisk and now the panic has reset because now you appear to be levitating.

We’re back at the chicken man’s house!

DM: Isn’t Henrich the youngest? Z: Canonically we don’t know Zazzles’ age. She just turns up and demands presents, remember?

DM: Have you learnt to knock now? K: KNOCK KNOCK. DM: Are you just saying that outloud? Z: Are you just saying his name?

Z: You know like how a teenager kicks a door softly because they’re frustrated and being a dick? What if I do that? H: I knock properly.

DM: WHY IS AVERY ALWAYS DEAD?

Nok: I see you’ve learnt how to announce yourselves. Z: Are you proud of us? N: Not really, that’s not something to be proud of. Z: I’M PROUD OF US GUYS.

K: I could cook and eat you. N: I could do the same to you. K:

H: He’s right Kinisk, you are disgusting. Like grandparent sex.

Z: Like can we just hang out here? Heal up? Like in this nice........area? Like if we promise not to touch the chickens. We promise on the Avery. N: No.

DM: Nok doens’t know how to look after children. Z (irl going to become a primary school teacher): I mean he looks after chickens how much harder can it be?

DM: I wasn’t expecting acceptance.

DM: You should currently have one health point. Z: Holding on by a thread! DM: Yeah, like you’re conscious but everything hurts. Z: I’m just imagining the Legend of Zelda heart noise.

DM: Do you give Nok any other description than Beasty Boy? Z: Beasty Boy.... Father of Goblin... Master... Of my heart.

Z: Nok, do you know any ways to woo Beasty Boy? DM confused: Ummmmmm? K: Give your players an NPC and they will try to flirt with it.

N: They have contests of the strongest? Z: So I need to get hench af. K: HE IS MADE FOR YOU.

N to K: Your little brain wouldn’t understand. Z choosing to ignore how they all met Nok: THAT IS RUDE NOK. GOD. THE MANNERS OF SOME PEOPLE.

Z: Can I have some paper and a pen? N: Sure?

Z: You’ll notice I’ve given Zazzles her trademark “I want to see the manager haircut”, then a badly drawn heart, then Beasty Boy. I realised Zazzles doesn’t know how to read so I assume she doesn’t know numerical characters so I just drew four lines and she probably doesn’t know how to spell “EVA” so I drew a clock for eternity. Nok, could you pass this to Beasty Boy and go BOM CHICKA WOW WOW? Make sure he knows it’s from me. H: He’s going to think you want to meet at four o’clock. Z: Urgh, do I have to come here everyday at four o’clock? Because I will.

DM: That’s how you kill children, Henrich. That’s how you become evil.

Henrich sends this pic to describe Beasty Boy:

Z: Good. Exactly what I want in a husband. DM: Now we’ve established Beasty Boy is a Mr Man I mean Mr Men Z: YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT HE’S A MR MAN.

DM: There’s a green man K: Did you really have the Pilton Green Man there? Z: Didn’t one of us have a fetish for green? DM: That was you. Z: I’m having a good day.

H: Speciality dildos? DM: NO. NOT DILDOS. NOT DILDOS WITH FACES. Z: Alien 4.

H: I was hoping to get Zazzles' mind away from bugbears. Interesting fact: bugbear and boggart have the same etymological origin.So your new boyfriend's weakness is Alan Rickman in a dress.

Z: While we’re at this orphan, should we find our orphan? K: YEAH! ORPHANNNN!

Avery is in the bath Z: Can I throw a twig at the back of his head? H: Make sure it’s not alive. Z: Fuck it, if it’s alive it can wash his hair.

Zazzles hits him in the head with the thrown twig and as he turns around hits him again in the face Z: I’m a great mother. H: You are the worst parents.

DM settles a debate. K: YEAH. GOD JUST SAID THAT.

K: I HAVE HAD ONE BATH IN MY LIFE AND I WILL NOT HAVE ANOTHER.

In a utopian day, Zazzles’ gnomes had baths and so did Mr Bitey. The DM even said Mr Bitey’s looking, and I quote, “quite smart now”

DM to K after K won a climbing challenge: You win one of those face things that is definitely not a dildo

#Our misadventures

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archerazzure · 7 years

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In Time

He was old enough to be their father, or even grandfather in some cases, they all knew the day would come eventually. But they never could have been prepared, especially not one man.

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Length: 2,344 words

Pairings: None

Ao3 Link

He lay quietly, his eyes closed and breathing shallow. Silent figures filled the space around him, some seated in chairs, some on the floor, and others standing various places around the room. The room itself echoed with nothing more than an uneasy silence paired with the quiet rhythmic beeping from one of the many machines surrounding the bed, an uncomfortable tension lingering in the air until the soft click of the door took its place.

All eyes turned to watch the blond man who stumbled inside, winded and out of breath, his hair windswept in several directions. “Is he…?”

“He’s still alive. For the moment anyway.” Hawthorne was leaning against the far wall, one arm crossed over his chest, the other propped up and holding open the small book he was presently engrossed in, or at least pretending to be.

“Thank god.” Tossing his coat and briefcase to the side, Francis knelt next to the bed, taking the older man’s hand in his own. “How’s he doing?”

“Well, he’s not hurting.” Louisa bit her lip from where she sat in the chair beside the bed, “The doctor said it likely won’t be long now though.” She shied away at the look of horror that crossed his face. “I…I’m sorry! It’s just…” She hesitated and looked away. “H…he’s old. He can’t last forever.”

Francis opened his mouth to say something when a weak cough caught his attention, and he looked back to see Herman watching him through half closed eyes. Gently he squeezed the man’s hand. “How are you doing, Old Sport?”

Herman raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were supposed to be in a meeting right now.” He glanced around the room. “In fact, I’m almost sure there’s somewhere else all of you should be.”

Francis waved him off. “Yes well, things came up you know. We had to reschedule. It’ll all be there for us to handle tomorrow.” While you might not be. The unspoken words hung overhead like an impending dark cloud, and he cleared his throat uneasily. “Anyways, Zelda stopped by over lunch. She asked me to invite you over for dinner this Saturday. It’s been a while since you’ve been over and she’s dying to see you.” He froze as several of the others around him shifted uncomfortably. Cue another uneasy clearing of his throat. “S…so what do you say, Old Sport?”

Herman chuckled. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline your invitation.”

Francis shifted uncomfortably. “Why so?”

“I think we both know I won’t be around that long.”

Francis felt his blood run cold and he chuckled nervously. “N…now come on Old Sport, don’t say things like that. Surely you can hang around just a little-”

“Francis.” He stopped abruptly at the sound of his name, but he couldn’t bring himself to meet Herman’s eyes.

“You survived the fall inside a giant metal whale, can’t you hang on just a little longer now?”

“That event isn’t really comparable with the current situat-”

“I don’t give a damn!” Francis slammed his fist against the wall, interrupting the soft-spoken voice from elsewhere in the room. Poe jumped several feet in the air before hurriedly ducking behind John’s chair to avoid any other retaliation. But none came, as Francis just buried his face in his hands and drew in a deep breath. Meanwhile Louisa slowly rose to her feet, several of the others following her example.

“We’ll just step outside for a minute, give you two a little space.”

Through the gaps in his fingers he saw Herman nod. “That sounds like a good idea. Go get a drink and take a walk, I’ll be here until you come back.” Francis listened as they quietly filed out of the room, waiting until the door clicked shut to finally lower his hands from his face. Herman just smiled. “So.”

“So what?” He scowled. “So you’re just going to leave me. Like she did.”

“Francis.”

He could feel himself tearing up. “Does it make you happy? Knowing I just got over her and now I have to deal with this?”

“I couldn’t have planned that.”

“Bull.” He buried his face in his hands again. “I just don’t get it. How can you be so calm about all this?”

Herman sighed, still watching him. “Everything has its time.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Francis glared at him through the space between his fingers, “Because it doesn’t.”

“It’ll make you feel however it makes you feel, but that doesn’t change the fact that it still happens.” He smiled. “I’ve lived a long life, and done many things with many people. I have no fear about death.”

“Well just because you’ve accepted it doesn’t mean that I have to.” Francis crossed his arms over his chest with a scowl but Herman just shook his head.

“We’ve talked about this; there are some things in life you just have to accept.”

“Bull.”

“You always have been stubborn.” Herman sighed and looked the other way, his gaze staring out the window towards the sea on the horizon. “I can’t make you do anything, especially not after I’m gone. But I will ask that you think about what happened last time, and whether you really want to go through all that again.” Francis didn’t reply, instead staring down at his hands in an attempt to pretend they weren’t having this conversation.

Of course he didn’t want things to turn out like last time, but this wasn’t something that he could just give up on. He scowled again, at least until he heard Herman give a gentle sigh.

Glancing back up, he felt his heart stop in his chest at how still the man seemed, how pale he looked, and how his chest suddenly didn’t look like it was moving. His voice came out choked and panicked. “Herman!?”

The door behind him slammed open and the others rushed back in, though it went almost unnoticed as he watched in fear and rising panic until Herman’s eyes slowly opened again. “Not to worry, just resting my eyes.”

A collective sigh rang through the group, and Francis fell back against the bed as the others quietly took up places around the room again. Though some of the younger members especially looked a bit shaken.

“Don’t do things like that.” Mark frowned from where he sat next to John’s chair, nervously running his hand through his hair. “You freak us out when you do things like that.”

Herman stared over at him curiously. “I wasn’t aware that sleeping was suddenly something to be afraid of.”

“More like I’m afraid of you not waking up again after.” The young man bit his lip and buried his face in his arms as John stared down at him sympathetically from above.

Herman just smiled, that far too common patient smile. “I’ll never really be gone, you know; you’ll always have the memories.”

“Memories can’t stop us from making stupid mistakes in the future.” Lucy was staring off into the corner.

“Neither can people if you don’t let them. You may not believe me, but memories can help a lot more than you realize, should you give them the chance.” The girl nodded glumly but didn’t reply.

Sighing, Herman carefully folded his hands over his chest. “None of you understand it now, but someday you’ll see death as nothing more than a natural step to the next phase.” He gazed around the room at their faces. “Whatever you believe that may be.” Smiling he closed his eyes, “Just do your best with the time you have, and in the end you’ll see that’s all that matters.”

His calm rhythmic breathing and peaceful expression caused a lump to form in the back of Francis’s throat and he slowly reached forward, wrapping his hand around Herman’s own. The man’s smile seemed a little bigger as Francis felt his gentle squeeze. Then his grip went slack and the steady beeping abruptly turned into a shrill whine.

All around him he could hear voices and panic. The yells for doctors mixed with cries of horror and sobs. But all he could do was stare at the small translucent rainbow whale who rose from the smiling man laying still on the bed. Tears ran down his face, unnoticed, as he watched it circle the room once before floating out the window and out towards the sea.

It was silent all for the quiet voice of the middle-aged minister directed towards the small crowd, who stood before him. He spoke for several minutes, his voice firm until the last couple sentences, when it finally faltered as a single tear rolled down his cheek. As he finished talking and stepped back, a teary eyed woman attached herself to his arm without a word, as a pair of young men slowly lowered the casket into the ground. All the while no one paid any mind to the old man standing next to a nearby gravestone a few feet away.

As the small crowd started to disperse, his gaze lingered on the last couple to leave. They stayed for several minutes, silently watching, but finally the woman took her husband’s hand and squeezed it gently before moving away. He watched the lone man still standing at the gravestone, until a soft voice from behind caught him off guard.

“Do you think he’s going to be alright?”

Herman didn’t say anything at first, watching from the corner of his eye as a little girl came up beside him, taking a seat on the gravestone. The two watched silently as Francis finally turned away. He was slow at first, brushing the tears away from his reddened eyes as he started back towards the road. Every couple of steps he would stop and look back over his shoulder for a moment, as though trying to convince himself it was all real. “It’s hard to say.”

The girl looked up at him again, concerned, but Herman didn’t look away from the broken man before him. He’d seen this man before, many years ago, after another, more tragic, loss. And he’d seen what’d happened afterward.

Grief was a powerful emotion; without something to keep it in check, it could bring even the strongest to do something they might regret later. He’d done his best to keep Francis on the best path he could last time, but he couldn’t do everything. Even back then he’d gone along with Francis’s bizarre scheme, if for no other reason than to prevent the man from taking a more drastic option. He’d come a long way since then, of course; though the pain was still there, both he and Zelda had managed to heal, the others playing no small role in that development. But to heal from that wound had taken too many years as it was, even with his own guidance, and if history were to repeat itself now…

He paused mid-thought, distracted by the sight of Lucy pushing her way through the small crowd still waiting by the cars. Francis was still a good distance, away but Herman saw her hesitate for only a moment before breaking into a run and throwing herself at him, immediately burying her face in his shirt. The man froze for a split second before he dropped to his knees and pulled her closer, both of them crying again. He watched Zelda, leaning against Louisa, dab at her watering eyes before passing the handkerchief to the other woman, who did the same.

Mark was beginning to tear up again, trembling and attaching himself to the nearest person, who just happened to be Hawthorne. The minister stood stoically even with a teary Mark on one arm and Margaret on the other, but Herman could feel the emotions hidden away, and he didn’t miss the way the man seemed to pull both of them closer. Poe stood off beside John, his face partly buried in the fur of the raccoon he held in his arms. Herman took in the whole scene and felt his heart sink. He felt his fears slowly returning, but then it happened.

Wordless, Herman watched as John broke away from the group and approached Francis, silently offering his hand to the man who was still stroking Lucy’s hair as she sobbed into his shoulder. The two exchanged some sort of unspoken understanding before Francis slowly stood up, holding tight to Lucy in one hand and taking John’s offered hand with the other.

He watched as Zelda and Louisa approached, Zelda wrapping her free arm around Lucy’s shoulders and pulling the girl closer, as Louisa spoke softly from the other side.

He watched as the others slowly moved over until all present had formed a chain of connection, with Francis close to the center. And then he knew.

Reaching over, he stroked the golden hair of the little girl sitting beside him, her head slowly tipping upwards until he was staring down into her bright blue eyes. “What do you think?”

Those curious blue eyes turned back for a moment, before she looked up at him with a smile. “I think he’ll be alright; he’s not alone this time.”

“No.” Herman looked back with a smile. “No he’s not.”

They watched the group for another minute before Herman turned away. “We should go.” Silence was his only reply, and he looked back to see the girl still perched on the gravestone. Moving back over, he placed his hand gently on her shoulder. “He’ll be fine. And you’ll see him again before you know it.”

“You think so?”

“I know it, and until then we’ll just have to wait for him together.”

Nodding, the girl jumped off the gravestone, taking his offered hand with a smile. “Do you think someday I can meet his other friends too?”

Herman chuckled. “I think they’d love that.”

The girl leaned against him with a relieved sigh. “I’ve missed you, Mr. Herman.”

“I’ve missed you too, Miss Daisy.”

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How to be a Queen [Part 15]

Summary: Princess Zelda is at a loss. Her handed royal responsibilities have begun to weigh heavily on her and she is eventually backed into a corner. Live a life she loathes or run away from everything she’s ever known? Navigating life is hard, and Link forces her to learn that she doesn’t have to do it alone.

Warning: It gets a little steamy.

Part 1

How To Be A Queen

It was warmer than any night before. The Gerudo border was just over the ridge, but now my mind wasn’t on the destination. I looked accusingly from the upside of my hand to the bottle of Gerudo liquor before me. It wasn’t as if we had emptied it, there was still half of the poison left. But goddesses, it felt better to blame it on alcohol.

I drew my knees to my chest, feeling a void within me widen. What exactly was there to blame? Link had long left me and had stepped into the woods without a word. It was just a kiss. A small, drawn out peck on my hand. The same action was taken by countless men. Princes, kings, and dukes. I had seen them all do the similar gesture, so why was this any different? Link didn’t have any of those titles, but none of those men had that damned languished smile he seemed to love using on me.

Why was there a heat that lingered around me that couldn’t quite go away? Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll burn right threw the ground and be taken elsewhere. My fingers wrung themselves raw and I stifled a groan. This was too much. Way too much. I pulled my eyes from the ground and my heart raced as I drug myself to my feet. My vision went awry with how fast I stood.

We had firewood. The whole reason we decided to set up camp here was because there was a dead tree that had fallen not far away. The last thing we needed was more firewood. The impatience I inherited from my father boiled over and I pushed passed the horse, the fire, and abundance of wood beside it with fists clenching and releasing repeatedly. I was positive I looked outlandish. We had been on the road for days, but even that didn’t stop me from following him through the brush.

I was fuming at nothing in particular. It was the situation that I couldn’t make anything of. The romance novels never prepared me for this monotony; the feelings and the uncertainty. Din, I’m scared of something I can’t even touch. My face twisted as I pushed down a wave of tears. I was in desperate need of answers.

Air evacuated my lungs as I ran into them.

Link turned around with bewilderment on his face and my storm of anger dissolved. The pounding of my heart filled my ears as we stood silently with each other at arm’s length. Moonlight casted shadows on his face making it difficult to meet his eyes. I mustered the remnants of my anger but came up short of what to say.

“I…” Link trailed off, his voice weak from the beginning. He finally let himself slip. His brow furrowed in frustration. Link wasn’t the one to let his thoughts be read, that I knew from a year’s worth of experience. It never mattered how hard I stared at his stone face within those castle walls, he never did break. Not until now with the deepening crease on his forehead. I found myself wanting to ease his distress.

“Link,” I reached for his hand. He stiffened and my limb dropped coldly to my side. My lips lacked purchase of the words I wanted to say. The words ‘Why did you leave me?’ replayed over in my mind, but his unsteady stature stopped me.

Embarrassment and doubt crept in on me slowly and I drew into myself. The pit of my stomach flipped and I felt the emptiness once more. It was deafening, pushing reason and caution behind me. The urge to close the gap strengthened its hold. The material of his tunic was rough on my hands and the heat radiated promises of what was beneath. His acknowledgment was found in the returned embrace as his arms wrapped around me tightly. The prior feeling ebbed into the back of my mind and for this moment I felt relief.

Link nuzzled into my hair and breathed me in just as I had him. The warmth and scent of the coat I had slept with at Anju’s house was found once more, making a part of me want to delve deeper into my desires.

“Don’t ever leave me again,” I said against him. The words were muffled and potentially incoherent.

His head dipped past my crown and the heat of his breath hit my ear, stopping short of descending farther. “I won’t,” he murmured. Each syllable sent a shiver down my spine as his lips brushed my skin, tightening my hold around him. “Forgive me.”

The knight’s mouth was warm as he trailed from behind my ear and to my jaw, leaving soft kisses to mark his path. My breath ran shallow and thin by the time he had traced the curves of my neck and back, leaving me sensitive with anticipation. One hand dipped to my waist and the other met the back of my neck. His callous fingers gently intertwined with my hair.

I whispered his name, pulling away slightly and meeting his eyes. Link’s breaths were short and forced, as if he were trying to hold his breath. The blue of his eyes was murky, and his expression filled with the same wanting I sorely needed. I watched him closely as I rose to the tops of my feet and pressed my lips to his. The arms around me pulled my body flush to his. I was quick to deepen the kiss by tilting my head to the side. My heart pounded in my chest so loudly I was sure he would hear it.

Link was a mixture of caution and haste. When I moved to thread my fingers in his hair, he did the same with unprecedented need. When I pressed my lips harder to his, it was like he was waiting to nibble at my bottom lip. He was waiting for small signs while I was all too eager to give them.

The man that held me in a kiss was everything I had ever needed.

He pulled away suddenly, leaving me gasping. The blond of Link’s hair mixed with mine once our foreheads touched and his breath fanned over me.

“Zelda,” he said, husky from the lack of air.

I hummed in response, drunk from his touch.

Link spoke again, “I-We can’t.” I stared up at him. Our bodies were still close, pushed against each other as if there wasn’t any other alternative. “Why not?” I breathed out, watching as his gaze flickered from my eyes and then to my lips.

He didn’t reply, but hesitation crossed his face.

“For the love of Hylia,” I swore, hoping to drag him from whatever he was thinking. “Would you just forget about our titles and pretend that I was a normal woman and you were a normal man?”

I bit my lip, watching him search my face. Link dipped down, capturing my lips in a soft, but desperate kiss. “I don’t want this to last for just tonight,” he said against my mouth. “I want it to last longer.”

“How long?” I gasped against him as he bit at the tender skin below my jaw. Once he was satisfied with the air he stole from my lungs he released, “As long as you’ll allow.”

“And if that’s just tonight?” My words were wobbling, and my cheeks flushed as he fully took me in. Link scrutinized me for a long moment before devolving into a tender gaze, “I’ll love you for every second and hope to remember tonight for the rest of my life.”

In a milky haze he had lifted me up and began carrying me. His hands supporting my bottom and my arms wrapped around his neck. The redness of my cheeks blossoming at his heat. He was reacting just as torridly, and the affirmation sent me into a bout of bliss.

The path led us back passed the wood pile, the ebbing fire, and the sleeping horse. My back hit the soft blanket that was laid out earlier and Link disappeared from view.

“Don’t worry,” he said quietly in response to my alert gaze following him. “The fire.” A log was tossed and a flurry of embers danced in the air, then Link was back. He hovered over me shortly before giving a short kiss to my already swollen lips.

“What if I want it to last more than tonight?” I said, barely above a whisper. Intrigue danced in his eyes.

“How long?”

The corners of my mouth tipped upward, “As long as you’ll allow it.”

Link’s smile bubbled and he cradled my face in his hands, “It seems that we’ve come to an impasse.”

“An impasse, indeed.”

I pulled him down by his collar, smothering out whatever he had to say with my lips. Link was happy to oblige. His fingers found the hem of my shirt and as his hand touched above my bare hip, I sucked in a breath of air at the unfamiliarity of his contact. I gasped his name and his attention was immediate.

“If we have forever, do you suppose we could… wait,” I voiced hesitantly. His eyes widened and he pulled his hand away as if touching a burning stove.

“Gods, of course. I’m sorry,” he blurted out frantically.

I sat up to meet him, grabbing his hands to meet my waist entirely to feel him closer. “This is all… very new to me,” I smiled shyly. The fire burning within me said that I wanted everything. To feel every inch of his skin against mine and let him touch me. It was almost primal, and for whatever reason it instilled apprehension. My brain didn’t want my rationale to slip away. I wanted to be in control while at the same time wanting nothing but him.

Clearly seeing the tug-of-war occurring in my mind, Link grasped my hands tightly in his. The grin on his face wasn’t anything I had seen before, if anything reminiscent of that night at his aunt’s house. He had decided he didn’t have to hold anything back anymore and the idea made me melt into his arms.

“You think too much,” he said into my hair. I could hear his smile.

“So do you,” I laughed, happy to merely be. Be at this place at this time and with him. Link spoke slow and steady, while I reveled in his warmth.

“There’s never an obligation to do anything. At least,” he sounded closer, “not when it comes to you and me.”

Then, we were laying down. I didn’t bother releasing him and felt his breathing underneath me. It felt more intimate than anything else that had occurred. “No expectations for me?” I jested. “Not even one?”

“Well,” Link sighed, “Maybe a couple. They’re quite difficult. Are you sure you want to hear them?”

I moved my face up to meet his inquisitively. “Yes?”

My heart fluttered as that smile returned, meeting his eyes. “You should always be you to me. Doesn’t matter who we meet or where we go. I want you.”

“I think I can make that arrangement,” I said, my beaming hurting my cheeks. “Any other requests?”

“Laugh at all my jokes, even if no one else does,” Link rested his hands on my back.

My head disappeared into the crook of his neck, my breath tickling him. “That will be tough.”

“I told you they were difficult!”

And as he laughed, I knew I was absolutely smitten with Link Forester.

#i started writing with no intention of this happening #but it felt natural and here we are!!#zelink #how to be a queen #htbaq #link #zelda #legend of zelda #fanfiction #ashleyswrittenwords #link x zelda #zelda x link #loz

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