@emery-art-dump-thing requested a Dark Link fic where Reader was kidnapped and Time had to come save the day. :D
Masterlist
TW: Kidnapping, Manipulation, Gaslighting
It's not as bad as it sounds. Reader mostly does it to themselves.
Content under the cut!
Your head hurt.
The light was blinding as you forced your eyes open. You groaned, feeling heavy and dazed. Memory was a sluggish thing to trudge through. Where were you? How did you get here?
You were traveling; you remembered that much. There were the boys- Twilight, Warrior, Wild, Wind- Time.
You startled like a bucket of ice water had been poured over you. You shot up straight, amplifying your headache so that it nearly made your eyes pop from your skull. You groaned louder, trying to right yourself and get back onto your feet. You held a hand to your head, eyes shutting against the pounding pressure you felt within your skull. Your fingertips brushed something soft, crusted, wrapped around your head… Bandages?
What happened to you?
Footsteps came down the hallway in a purposefully measured pace. The type of rhythm where they’re moments from breaking out into a sprint but don’t want to give anything away by stomping on creaky wooden floors.
The door opened, revealing… Time? He quickly glanced over you, like he was expecting a reaction you didn’t know how to give. A beat passed before his shoulders relaxed and finished crossing to the distance to the bed you were on, looking at you far more tenderly than you thought was possible.
You squinted. “...Time?”
“What?” He gave you a weird look. “Darling, don’t you remember me? You took a nasty fall and hit your head.”
“Darling?” You repeated softly, head still smarting and demanding immediate attention. You couldn’t think much of it. “I… Where is everyone? What is this place?”
“Everyone?” His smile tilted sideways. “What do you mean? It’s always been the two of us.”
That confused you further. What on earth was he talking about?
“Don’t you remember?” You blurted, looking at him like he had grown a second head. “The boys. Legend. Hyrule. Sky. Four. You have to remember Twilight. He’s your descendant!”
He stared at you gently, patiently, like he was waiting for you to figure something out.
You thought you were going to lose your mind. “The boys!” You shouted this time. “They were heroes! They came from different areas and timelines! We were just there! You were there!”
“Darling, calm down.” He said again, voice low, steady, calm. He grabbed your hands, squeezing them within his own. His hands were cold. “There are no other boys here. We have no children.”
“B-but…” Your mind scrambled before being faced with another blindsided thought. “We?”
“...I see.” He pulled back, like he was expecting this. His expression twitched with something hidden before he leaned in again, squeezing your hands tighter. “My darling, we are married. Surely you remember that much?”
You knew for a fact that it had never happened. You didn’t even think Time liked you all that much.
“Time, you can’t be serious-”
“Darling, my name is Link.” He emphasized, finally stressing his voice. He pulled back, taking a deep breath. “Link.” He repeated. “My name is Link. Why are you calling me Time?”
“I… I know your name is Link.” You replied weakly. What was happening? Your head hurt.
“Poor thing.” He cooed. “Here.” His voice gentled once more. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a simple silver band, putting it on your finger with a self-satisfied smile. “I took it off in your sleep. I was worried that all your tossing and turning would have it catch on something and hurt you.”
A ring? You stared at it. It looked official enough. Unassuming. Delicate. No doubt more than Time could make on a farmer’s budget.
“I don’t…” Understand, you meant to finish. You stared back at Time- Link, while he stared at you in the softest look anyone had ever given you.
“You must be hungry.” He stood up abruptly, putting his hands on your shoulder to ease you back onto the bed, onto your back. “I’ll go get you something to eat. You’ve been unconscious for days. You’ll need to get your strength back.”
Don’t fight this, a little voice in your mind told you. Time would never hurt you. You can trust him. He’s been kind and gentle the entire time you’ve known him. He knows what he’s doing. Besides, you didn’t have the strength to question anything. Your mind was swimming. This was strange and new all at once. You still hadn’t figured out how you even got here to begin with.
“And the boys?” You asked weakly, begging to hear some good news in the wake of all this confusion.
Link paused by the door; he seemed to hesitate for only a brief moment before turning back to you with a bright, if tense, smile. “Oh, dear… You must have hit your head harder than I thought. That must have been such a vivid dream you had.” A pause. “...Tell me about it later. When your head feels better. I’ll be right back. Just rest.”
He left the room, leaving you behind with your thoughts and the soft sound of a waterfall somewhere beyond the walls of the room you were in.
You dropped back onto the pillows, thinking deeply.
A dream?
No, it couldn’t have been. Your hand found your forehead again. It couldn’t have been a dream. All that sweat, blood, tears- the hands you’ve held, the way your sword felt in your grip, the heft, the way it arched, the way it felt fighting back to back with the Hero of Hyrule… That sort of fear… of life or death… that couldn’t have been faked. Right? Your mind wouldn’t have been that creative, that cruel, to trick you so thoroughly.
And then there was the fact that you couldn’t recall anything about what was being presented in front of you.
You took a moment to sit up again, looking around the room.
This wasn’t your room back home. This wasn’t anything like Time’s house on the farm, the one you visited near Lon Lon Ranch. There was a single, boarded-up window, a desk on the side of the room with miscellaneous items strewn about, and the bed was placed against the far wall from the door, open on both sides for easy access into the bed. The sheets were simple cotton, white, nothing special or inherently noteworthy. The pillows could do with a wash, if the way they sagged was anything to go by, but they were otherwise serviceable.
And the ring.
You lifted your hand to glance at it. It was so… official-looking. Were you really married to Time? Of all people? Sure. …That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, you found yourself admitting. You didn’t find yourself opposed to the idea. Time was a good man. A great man. There were many things you admired about him. And… if you were being honest with yourself, you did find him attractive and maybe had been in denial about harboring a crush on him for a while now.
But marriage?
That was a different deal entirely. When did that happen? Why couldn’t you remember that happening?
This was getting frustrating.
“I’m back, my darling.” Came Link’s soothing voice again, sliding into the room with a tray. Steaming soup was placed on top, along with a glass of water and what appeared to be a small vial of familiar painkillers. He sat down beside the bed, moving slowly as if not to startle you. He set the tray aside, taking the soup bowl first and setting it on his lap. Lifting the spoon, he ladled a bit of broth on it, blew on it, and brought it to your lips. “Slowly. It’s hot.”
You took a sip.
It was quiet.
Despite all your questions, you let him feed you sip by sip until all that was left of the soup was the meager vegetables and what you could only assume was beef stipes left in the bowl. Then he gave you the bowl, letting you feed the last of it to yourself at your own pace. The bowl was warm in your lap through the blankets. Link handed you the glass of water next and the small vial.
“Here.” He said gently. “For your headache.”
You took them without question.
“And while those are taking effect-” Link stood up again, letting you finish the water and the remnants of the soup. He stepped aside, reaching over to the desk where there had been a book sitting innocently to the side. He all but dropped it onto your lap with a hint of eagerness before he settled himself back down. “I took these with my pictobox.” He said proudly. “Maybe this will help restore your memories.”
His head snapped to the side at once, his expression turning sour before he forcefully put another smile on his face as he addressed you once more. “Excuse me, my darling, but I have to go see to a matter. The cuccos must have escaped again.”
Funny, you didn’t hear anything.
“I’ll see to it that everything is taken care of.” Link leaned in, taking the liberty of pressing a butterfly kiss to your forehead, over the bandages. “Don’t you worry about a thing. Just focus on feeling better again, ok?”
“...Ok.” You whispered back, feeling warm and tired and like your entire world had been turned upside down. This still felt wrong. Your heart was heavy.
If it had been all a dream, it was a very cruel thing indeed.
They all felt so real. Was it weird to mourn something that never existed at all? You didn’t even get to say goodbye.
Not that it would have made much of a difference, you told yourself. If it were all a dream, then you were simply making a mountain out of a molehill. But it was so real. Your body still ached in places you remembered being struck. You could have sworn there were still stitches on your thigh where you got shot by a lizalfos protecting a fallen Wild. You were willing to bet real money that if you moved your sleeves right now, there would still be bite marks on your forearm where a Like Like tried to snatch your shield from your hand.
You opened the book instead of checking.
It was a scrapbook of what appeared to be stolen moments. Time under a tree playing his ocarina. Time on horseback. You, walking under flowering trees. You remembered that day, actually. That was a recent photo, wasn’t it? The smell was light, airy, almost feminine. It was delightful. The day had been beautiful, and you stole a moment to admire it all. Wasn’t that when you were with the boys, or did your memory become a part of your so-called dream?
There was another photo of you taking a nap beside Epona without her gear. You remembered that one too. But wasn’t that supposed to be Twilight’s Epona? From the picture alone, you couldn’t tell. You knew that Time had an Epona of his own, and she looked nearly identical.
There were more of Time doing other miscellaneous things. You must have been the one to take those pictures. You just wished you could remember when that had been.
You rubbed your head again, loosening the bandages from their knots. The headache was subsiding at least, thanks to the painkillers, but now it was starting to itch.
Ignoring it, you looked through the scrapbook some more.
It was nothing but the pictures of both of you. None of them were of you two together, but you reasoned that to be logical. If there was no one else around, someone had to take the picture. It was sweet, you realized, looking through it. They were happy, peaceful moments. It painted a very happy marriage between the two of you. And there was one more thing you noticed as you flipped from page to page.
None of the other boys were there.
It must’ve been a dream after all.
You sighed heavily, closing the book and dining to finish the food you had been left.
You felt much better now.
Enough so that you pushed yourself from the bed and slowly walked to the door. Your feet were wobbly, so you took it step by step.
The door opened easily, you realized with a bright smile. Not locked at all.
Of course not, you thought to yourself. You lived here, right? Why would Time lock you in your own bedroom?
But where was the bathroom?
You looked right, left, and yet none of it looked familiar. You tried to keep from cursing. This memory loss thing was going to be a problem, wasn’t it? You hoped it wouldn’t last forever.
You took the left.
There were two other doors and another boarded-up window. You could hear that there was more water outside. Strange. You opened the first door and nearly cheered. There was the bathroom! You stepped in and gently closed the door behind you.
It was simple, standard, nothing to write home about. The little house you found yourself in painted a very humble life. It was almost charming to a degree. You expected nothing less of Time.
You absolutely cursed when you caught sight of your reflection, though. You looked gnarly. Signs of struggle were certainly all over your body. And your head! Your hair! Time must have been horrified to find you after the fact. You gingerly touched the bandages, sliding them off of your head. There was a nasty bruise all around another particularly obnoxious cut going from your forehead to right above your ear.
No wonder you lost your memory.
Still. You felt gross.
Since you lived here, after all, surely Time wouldn’t mind if you used the shower and got yourself cleaned. So you did just that.
You even found a change of clothes that were exactly your size! You absolutely lived here. It would be only a matter of time before you got your memories back, and your life would return to normal with your very loving husband. Naturally.
“Darling?” Link called about two hours later. You had managed to stay on your feet the whole time, feeling oddly proud of yourself for recovering so quickly. You were trying to brush your hair, trying to avoid the still-healing gash on your head. It wasn’t really working. Link walked into the bathroom with you nearly in tears from the pain before he quickly took the brush away.
“Stubborn thing.” He scolded gently. “Why am I not surprised?”
He led you back to the bedroom before you could properly protest and sat behind you, minding your hair and beginning to brush it for you. “You could have waited for me, you know.”
“You weren’t here.” You flinched when he tugged on a particularly difficult knot. He gentled his touch immediately.
“That doesn’t mean you’re ready to be up and about on your own.” He poked your cheek. “You’re still healing. What if you got hurt again?”
“How did I get hurt?” You asked bluntly.
Link paused before clicking his tongue. “You were attacked by thugs and thieves. I barely made it there in time.” Another pause, and his hands slowed. “I almost lost you.”
“Hey.” You turned around. “I’m here now. I’m ok. We’ll figure it out.”
He smiled at you, but it didn’t quite meet his eyes.
“Right.” He whispered, kissing the top of your head. “I’m glad.”
Something tried to break down the door.
You both jumped to your feet without question. Your hand went to reach for a sword that was no longer strapped to your back. Link cursed and put his hands on your shoulders, pushing you back onto the bed. “Stay here.” He said firmly. “And whatever you hear, do not come out.”
“Link?” You tried to grab his arm, to protest, but this was real life, wasn’t it? Did you actually know how to use a sword, or was that another detail that your mind twisted into that wild dream?
“Stay. Put.” Link said, taking off into a sprint toward the door, turning left just like you had before.
“You can’t have her!” He yelled before the sound was followed by the familiar sounds of battle, steel clashing against steel, grunts of force and manpower, trying to conquer the opponent.
Time yelled your name, and you got back to your feet at once. “Run!” He screamed. “Get out of the house!”
You almost obeyed on instinct, trusting your gut and this man that you’ve grown incredibly close to, knowing that he would have always done what he could to protect you.
“No!” The same voice screamed. “Don’t listen to him!”
Your blood turned to ice.
Suddenly, despite everything, you really didn’t want to go to the door to see what was going on.
Your feet moved forward anyway when more yelling followed. Other voices. Young. Male.
The boys.
You ripped the door open.
Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. This wasn’t even remotely what Hyrule Field looked like. There were high walls around the little house. Said little house was built on top of a little island, surrounded by water that you could effortlessly walk on. The water you had been hearing the entire time was the sloshing from the floor with distant waterfalls beyond the walls all around you.
Time was fighting Link, both of them identical to your eyes. Your headache returned with a vengeance. What on earth were you looking at? What was going on?
“Let them go! They don’t belong to you, foul demon!” Time snarled, aiming a swipe for Link’s neck.
“You don’t cherish them the way they deserve!” Link fought back, eyes slowly turning red with fury. “Why should they stay with you, Hero?”
Legend called your name.
You gasped, snapping your head in his direction. The rest of the boys were there, fighting blackened, infected monsters with all they had.
Not a dream. Not a dream. Not a dream. Not a dream.
You ran out of the house, ducking under a monstrous arm that attempted to cleave your head off. Wild tossed you a sword without question, and you took to the fight.
Bad idea.
Your condition kept you dizzy and hazy. The peace in the house was now nowhere to be found as your heart pounded from the adrenaline.
You miscalculated and stepped directly into the backswing of a moblin.
Both Time and Link screamed.
You were sent flying across the stilled waters. Your fresh clothes were soaked instantly, old wounds were reopened at once, and your head was once again sent spinning. Your ears felt plugged, and your head was heavy; none of your limbs listened when you tried to push yourself up again.
Your vision was blurred. You had trouble telling faces apart. Was this how you would meet your end? Warmer hands sat you up at once.
White cape? Sky. He was holding you.
Brown hair? Must be Hyrule; none of the other boys' hair was that dark. He held his hand out. They were glowing. He was healing you.
Another, smaller, blond, blue shirt. Wild? No. Short hair. Wind. He stood just beyond you, sword held high, defending you three from other incoming attacks.
Your ears unplugged with an audible pop, just in time for Time’s battle cry to shatter the fight around you.
“DIE!” He roared, impaling Link through the chest, venom in his eyes. His teeth were bared as the other slowly sank to his knees.
His look began to change before your very eyes. Link’s hair shifted from blonde to a striking white. The simple clothes he wore bled into dark, black shadows that mimicked what Time was wearing in front of him. His blood-red eyes met yours from a distance. Dark Link gripped the sword with the last of his strength, keeping his gaze on you and you alone.
“He… doesn’t deserve you.” He hissed before slumping over and seemingly falling through the water where Time stood.
Time stood above him, panting heavily before turning on his heel and sprinting to you. You recoiled, but Time didn’t seem to notice.
“You’re hurt.” He said, voice raw and heavy as he glanced over you.
You stared back at him, no longer trusting what you were seeing.
Time growled, sinking to his knees, and he looked at your forehead, your arms, and your leg. “He took you in the middle of the night.” He said suddenly, likely seeing the questions in your eyes. “He hit you hard, grabbed you, and ran. I never thought he would have come back all the way here.”
“The water temple.” Twilight picked you up with ease. “Come on. Let’s go before more monsters come out.”
“Wait.” Time took your hand gently, taking the ring off before power-throwing it to the other side of the room. “You're not wearing his ring. And mine would look nothing like that.”
Did that mean Time had a ring in mind? You didn’t answer.
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They asked for Tears of the Kingdom Link being corrupted by Gloom.
I have never gotten around to playing the game, but I knew more or less what they meant and what to expect while I watched my brother play the game from the other room.
It's 4500 words long (around 11 pages). Please enjoy.
Masterlist
Content under the cut!
Some people say that the worst days of their lives were paralyzing—soul-crushing. Crippling, even.
Yours was nothing short of heinous.
You and Link met in what could only be called “less than ideal” means. As a painter, you had been traveling the lands of Hyrule, cataloging the sights you had seen with nothing but a canvas and a dream. Being armed for self-defense was a must-have, but that didn’t mean you were attempting to get into trouble day in and day out.
You had stumbled onto a nest of lizalfoes and were forced to run for your life. Nest being quite literal. You hadn’t known that was where the lizalfoes laid their eggs! There was no obvious sign to warn you to avoid them, even if you tried.
Link had appeared, also quite literally, out of the woodwork. Like a madman, he cut them down and gave you a wide enough berth to get far enough away to catch your breath. It was incredible to witness. It was also over quickly, much to your surprise.
Admittedly, you hadn’t recognized him as the hero at first.
The hero had been missing for years. You were told he was about ‘ye’ high, with blond hair and blue eyes, and covered in scars. Proficient in swordsmanship was a large one- something about carrying a Master Sword? You didn’t know the details.
Not exactly a lot to work with, if someone were to ask you.
Needless to say, you two got along like a house on fire.
While he was searching for the missing princess, you tagged along on his journey, helping him through areas you had already gone through and giving him the information you learned in your own travels for the sake of convenience. It wasn’t until he had met up with his old friends that it had occurred to you that he was, in fact, Link the Champion of Hyrule.
You had felt quite silly for not catching on faster and had apologized profusely.
Link… didn’t seem to care. His mission came first, but better that than actively insulting the man to his face for not knowing better.
When everything was said and done, and Zelda had returned… You were a bit at a loss. You had seen and done so much together; was that truly where your friendship ended?
Link didn’t think so and all but dragged you along as he continued moving from place to place, helping everyone he could while he had the chance.
You think he felt bad for leaving the people for so long. Again.
But now a familiar, dreaded battle loomed before you. Bokoblins, moblins, and taluses trudged ever forward now that the both of you had put yourselves front and center of their path.
“Ok, same ol’, same ol?” You had asked naively.
It had been such an innocent question.
Link nodded, adjusting his grip on the sword in his hand. The Master Sword glowed bright blue, facing off an entire horde of monsters and curses alike. It was a group that had been steadily coming closer to a nearby village. Concerned and frightened, the villagers had naturally asked the hero to lend his help in either redirecting the troop or taking care of the problem by any means necessary.
Such means included complete and total annihilation.
Link was completely on board with this.
“Stay close.” He said under his breath, his free hand hovering just shy of the Purah Pad should the need arise. Monster supplies had been low, and Link was itching to replenish them. “This might get ugly.”
“I’d argue they already are.” You quipped. Link gave you an adoring, if exasperated, look. You laughed shyly and cleared your throat. “Sorry, just trying to lighten the mood.”
A small smile, the last one for a while, although you had no way of knowing that.
He ran forward, slashing as he went. He carried himself confidently, taking on the brunt of the bokoblins and moblins singlehandedly. You followed on his heels, taking out anything that had made it past him, covering his back, culling the numbers as you both tore through their forces.
Despite their combined skills, there were too many to keep track of purely on your own. Too many to properly keep at bay and knock back with just the two of you.
You barely register the pain when the cuts happen, but you can categorize each injury against your skin on the fly. A slash of guts on your cheek, a nick to your upper arm, a bite to your calf, blunt force against your ribs- you’d certainly have to get that checked because, while not broken, you’re sure that a bone had fractured, regardless- and multiple bruises over your shoulders and legs.
One bokoblin grew cheeky and took a heavy swipe at your feet, knocking you directly onto your back. The wind was knocked out of you, stunning you in place. Arms raised, the bokoblin approached, axe in hand, to deal the final blow.
Only to be met with an arrow pierced between its eyes. It exploded on impact, and the creature burst into familiar purple smoke, leaving nothing but some fangs and its weapons behind.
Link stood up above you, appearing nothing short of feral.
His hair was flying over his face, held back by the mask. His teeth were bared, eyes wide and wild with various monster murder evidence splattered over his body, staining the armor beneath.
Like you, he also had many injuries that would need attending to later. There was an arrow lodged in his shoulder, blood trickling down his temple, an alarming amount of shredded pants on one leg, and five large gashes on his sword arm that should have, by all means, taken off his hand.
Your lungs screamed for air. You gasped and writhed on the hard ground, gasping like a fish out of water. You tried to roll over, unable to get your limbs to cooperate, not at the rate your body was responding to. Naturally, it prioritized the need to fill your lungs once more.
Link lunged forward, continuing to slice at the beasts in front of you. You wanted to speak, to cry out, to help, but everything refused. You watched as he hacked at the creatures who relentlessly crawled forward. One by one, they fell to his blade. The ferocity with which he fought back was nothing short of unrestrained, untamed fury.
To your unrestrained horror, gloom coagulated and seeped from the bloodied ground beneath his feet. It swirled and twisted, building upon itself until a massive, sickly hand was formed.
“LINK!” You screamed before you could stop yourself, your entire body nearly seizing in protest. The shriek of pure fear and terror wasn’t a completely conscious decision. The shout hadn’t registered until after the fact, when Link looked over in your direction.
You had distracted him.
The gloom hand swiped at him, snatching him up and lifting him clear off the ground.
His own screams rang in your ears as the dark matter of the gloom began to burn and seep into his skin.
A new surge of adrenaline was a pure hit to your system, giving you power beyond your own force to move out of the way, rolling to the side. Your knees were bruised and bleeding, rocks digging into the torn flesh. Your feet failed to get under you.
The hand dropped Link, his body slumping into the stained grass below like a puppet with the string cut, and buried itself back under the ground, as if the damage had been done.
It had.
Link’s blond hair had been dyed a sickening gray, and one of his eyes was marred by a familiar yellow cat’s-eye. His clothes had turned black with the burns of the gloom. Slowly, his gaze turned to you. The monsters roared and resettled their defensive stances against you.
Link pushed himself up robotically, moving one limb after another disjointedly until he was back on his feet. His eyes never strayed from yours. The yellow eye was nothing short of malicious, murderous intent, laced throughout every fiber of the unnatural shade. The blue eye, which once held nothing but devotion and loving intention, was doused in fear.
A warning. A silent cry for help. Run, he tried to tell you, knowing what the evil corrupting his veins was about to do next and dreading it with every fiber of his being.
Link unsheathed his sword, lifting it sky high as it charged.
The Mastersword glowed brighter, but Link, with a twisted cry of anguish, dropped it before he could strike. Smoke curled off his fingerless glove; the glowing seeping sting on his palm from the Mastersword was a vibrant blue. Link looked down, seemingly confused by the turn of events. His own sword had never rebelled against him before.
You leaped forward, grasping your fingers around the hilt of the Blade of Evil’s Bane.
Tears, whether from the pain or the sight of your beloved hero in front of you, turning into a monster, rolled down your cheeks. Your grip on the blade was tedious at best, and non-existent at worst. It visibly trembled, and every lingering monster locked onto the fact.
Link took a step toward you.
You flailed back, your injuries nearly sending you straight onto your back.
The sword dropped like a dead weight. You pushed and crawled away, unable to take your eyes off of him. There was no love, no remorse, no recognition in either of his eyes.
It broke your heart.
And there was only one thing left to do.
Grabbing the sword in a much better grip, you ran.
A strategic retreat, you told yourself. You were injured. Link was compromised. Link had lost the Mastersword. Link had tried to attack you. Link was hurt. Link was hurt. Link was hurt.
And you were running away.
“No… No. No. No. Nonononono…” You repeated to yourself as you tried to create distance between you and the one you loved. The monsters gave chase and were actively approaching from behind. They were gaining ground, and the thundering footsteps were throwing off your own unstable balance.
You took out the traveler’s amulet and pressed it, stepping into the blue glyph and appearing in front of your house. Quickly, you turn off the glyph and slump against the front of the house. Your bones and flesh were aching with the sort of soul-sucking, heart-stomping torment as you fought back the urge to scream.
You had seen nothing like it. You weren’t aware it was even possible.
The gloom? The corruption? The fiercer than typical monsters?
Link… Your Link. You had promised to always help him, but when he needed it most, what did you do? What did you do?
You abandoned him.
You left him.
“...oh my god…” You whispered to the wind, horror interwoven with every breath you took.
This couldn’t have been happening.
Shaking, you turned the knob and dropped into the safety of your house. The hollow thunk on the wooden floorboards echoed throughout the empty house.
It shouldn’t have been empty.
It was never this… quiet.
Link, while never one for many words, had always filled the space with noise. Either he was cooking, organizing his weapon collection, or even humming to himself as he worked on whatever recent task he had been given, there was always background noise. You dragged your body into the house and dropped your head to the floor with an equally heavy thunk.
A mistake.
Your stomach began to roll, and you began to cough and heave as your insides twisted into unfathomable knots from the inside out. You instinctively pushed yourself up, holding just enough energy to wipe your hair from your face before you vomited onto the floor below you. The stink was enough to recoil even the bravest of soldiers. Blood, gloom, and sickness permeated through the air until your stomach and everything below was thoroughly emptied. Afterward, you continued to cough and gasp, fighting for breath and air, hacking up your lungs for good measure.
At the end of it all, you rolled yourself to the other side, fighting to keep the lingering acid from your stomach down where it belonged, attempting to catch your breath.
Slowly, you began to feel numb. All your emotions were locking down into one solid train of thoughts, where you would focus on one thing, and one thing only.
Healing.
You fumbled one hand into your traveling bag, searching blindly for the familiar glass bottle. You find it, uncock it, and down it without another thought. It does nothing to settle your nerves or your heart, but the aches and cuts that litter your body begin to dissipate, leaving you a puddle of flesh on the floor as all the tension within left in one fell swoop.
You take another moment to breathe.
The Mastersword pulses beside you with a dull, blue light.
The sun begins to set on the outside, bathing the room around you in warm orange light. The hues are inviting and gentle, an illusion of peace and tranquility after the nightmare of a day. You blink, and the shades change. Darker. Darker still.
At some point, you fall asleep.
You’re unsure when. The Mastersword continues to pulse that gentle blue light beside you.
Pushing yourself up, you robotically begin your routine. Clean, wash, brush, lace up- you clean up the vomit without a second thought, all while avoiding looking at the sword you’ve pointedly left on the floor. It wasn’t your to hold, after all. You can’t stand the sight of it. What it stands for, what it means, the person it belonged to- the sight of it sends sirens blaring through your psyche.
It’s wrong. Wrong. Wrong. WRONG.
You screamed, throwing the plate you were cleaning out of the window. It shattered on impact, the plate itself shattering promptly after it landed on the rocks beside your house.
That wasn’t your Link.
That couldn’t have been your Link.
You had to go back, you decided. You had to fight. You had to find your Link. You had to make this right. They had to pay. You had to save him. You had to do… something.
Like a beacon, you dived toward the ulsing blue light. The sword was heavy in your hands. It didn’t feel right either. A power and a duty that was never yours to carry. You hooked it around your shoulders, the weight heavy and unfamiliar.
The Mastersword ceased pulsing its blue light, as if agreeing with your decision. There was little option otherwise. You’re not sure how it knew, but it knew. In the time you’ve been traveling with Link, you have seen many wonders and miracles and things beyond mere mortal understanding. Something was pushing you to do this. It had to be you. There was no one else.
You had to save Link.
You left your house without looking back, a single-track mission on your mind.
You remembered where you were. You remembered how to get there. You remembered how to track. You remembered what Link taught you.
You didn’t stop moving. Not for food, not for a break, not when the direct path brought you too close to other monsters. You barely paid any attention to it. It’s what Link would have wanted you to do.
He’s pushed himself harder than anyone would dare attempt to do for far greater causes.
It was about time someone did the same for him.
Finding the monsters again was relatively easier than you thought they would be.
They hadn’t traveled far from where you had left them the day prior. They stayed huddled together, minding their own business, causing a ruckus between themselves like drunk frat boys on a Friday night. You readied your arrows, keeping yourself hidden on the hill above them. You didn’t have the seemingly infinite supply that Link usually had, but you could make do with culling the hoard before you went to the real meat and potatoes of the job.
You were relentless. Arrow after arrow, they made their mark, hitting their targets with lethal precision. It was a shame these particular monsters were stronger than the rest; you would have done far more damage to the hoard with your meager supply.
Thwp, thwp, thwp- POOSH
Air rushed past you, landing none too gently on the grass behind you. It growled, low, wild, and tainted.
You jumped, rolling over to face whatever landed behind you, arrow poised to fire with reckless abandon.
Link, with his golden eye and his corrupted form. The Gloom had seeped further over his body, covering his face and his legs, dripping off of him and withering the grass below with every single drop. His clothes were stark black, unrecognizable from the brilliant blue. His silhouette had all but vanished in a gelatinous mass of Gloom. His hair was still in the ponytail behind his head, drooping and limp, matted with the oily slick of the corruption around him.
But his eye.
His remaining, unwavering blue eye stayed strong. It was the final remaining thing that you recognized.
Link didn’t recognize you.
This was not your Link.
Enraged, you hoisted the sword over your shoulder, dropping your bow to the ground beside you, scattering the last of your arrows in the process.
Link screamed, a feral, duel-layered screech that you felt more than you heard.
The Mastersword beamed once more. No longer a soft, pulsing blue light, but rather a beacon of pure energy that only grew as the monster in front of you charged forward. You swung as hard as you could straight down.
Link jumped to the side, making a swipe toward your unguarded middle. You parried, spinning with him.
He lunged again. You dodged.
You swung the sword. He flipped out of the way.
You were not meant to wield the sword. This sword was not yours to use.
Strength slipped from your fingers like water from a stream. There was no way you could keep this up or feasibly fight this off without wearing yourself down to the bone.
You were going to lose before you even started.
The thought burned behind your eyes. In a desperate move, you hold the blade up high, mimicking an attack you’ve seen Link do a thousand times before. Your blade glowed impossibly brighter. Despite the distance between you and your enemy, you strike down, bringing the sword to the ground as hard as you possibly could.
It worked.
A large arc of light swiped off the blade toward the malevolent creature. Contact was made. Stunned and likely injured, the beast fell to its knees, clutching itself as if in pain.
The sword continued to glow.
Powering through with sheer determination alone, you raised the sword once more, summoning its power with as much force of will as you could; you struck down once more. Another scream tore through the monster, sending it prone onto the floor.
This time, you charged.
Your arms felt like lead, and you realized you were just shy of dead on your feet. But this was your chance. Your only opening to strike true.
You weren’t entirely sure what happened first.
Was it the scream of the beast? Or the jolt to your system? Was it the way the blade plunged into the ever-dripping mass of Gloom? Or the way your hand slipped from the hilt?
You fell beside the monster, the blade deep in its side.
The Mastersword gleamed vindictively.
Screaming.
He was screaming.
Gloom slothed off of him in chunks, falling to the grass and singeing it on contact.
Bit by bit, pale flesh was revealed from beneath. It was red, irritated, burned, but alive.
The Sword miraculously missed everything vital, too far to the side, but close enough to purify the Gloom surrounding him.
Link wouldn’t stop screaming.
You were frozen in place, sapped of your energy, and too horrified to come closer.
You did this.
This was your fault.
Link slumped over on his side when it was over. The Gloom seeped traitorously into the soil as if it had never been there to begin with. The Mastersword was stuck, pierced between his layers of leather and cloth, held in place by Link’s arm. You ran toward him, pulling the blade from him with very little fanfare.
You nicked him. That much was obvious when the body jolted and hissed, whimpering pathetically in pain.
You dropped the sacred blade without a second thought.
Blood began to seep through his once bright blue tunic, staining it beyond the sickening purple gloop the gloom had left behind. Link, with all the strength left in his body, pinned his arm to his side to staunch the wound. He hissed and tried to push himself back up with his good arm, keeping his head down, breathing heavily, and looking worse for wear.
You dropped to your knees beside him. Your hands reached out as if to touch, but you found yourself hesitating. Was he back? Was this your Link? Had the gloom truly left him? Was he going to attempt to attack you again? You had just injured him. Would he remember you? Would he allow you to help? Did you have the right after everything that had happened?
Link mumbled your name, fumbling over his feet as he pushed himself higher up. The sound that left you resembled a pained animal as you lurched forward to catch him. You grabbed him by the arm, slinging him over your shoulders and bracing him with your hip. You, without waiting for more time to pass, began to drag him home.
“You’re alive.” You told him as you both gasped for breath beyond your exhaustion. “That’s all that matters.”
Link grunts out your name again, the sound crawling through thick gravel in his throat to make it out past his lips.
“Shh.” You tried again, tugging him alongside yourself as you hobbled in the direction you came from. “We need to get home. We need to heal. You need… You need-...”
Your legs began to fail you.
Together, you both collapsed onto the grass, not having gotten far from the original battleground. You groaned, pushing yourself up to the best of your abilities. No dice. You were too weak, pushed beyond what you could physically bear. Link fared no better, hardly able to keep a grip on you as he toppled beside you.
“...I’m sorry.” You said instead, having just enough energy left to roll over to face him.
It was quiet at the very least.
The monsters were dealt with, and you were far enough away that it would take more than a heartbeat’s minute for them to reach you if they tried hunting you down to finish it off.
But you doubted they would.
Link’s hand found yours, lacing your fingers together in slow, lethargic movements. “...You’re hurt…” He grumbled, using his other hand, no matter how much he strained and hissed to access his Purah Plate. “...You need…”
“Stop.” You hissed. Your other hand stopped his, pulling him closer to you despite your injuries. “...I can…” I can get it myself, you wanted to say. But your eyes suddenly grew heavy. The adrenaline crash was swift and ruthless, adding lead to your limbs no matter how stubbornly you tried to fight it.
Darkness cradled you within moments before you so much as warn Link that you were passing out. It was a gentle goodnight, soft, almost sweet in the way it dragged you under.
Something delicate and flirty swept over you. A cold breeze. A warm embrace. The heaviness in your limbs lifted like a blanket, and all your aches and pains were kissed away with a butterfly's touch.
When you opened your eyes, the moon had long since risen once more. Link was sitting up beside you, a small fire at your feet, something warm and hearty cooking over it.
Completely healed.
You jolted to your feet, swaying from the sudden rush of blood from your head to your feet.
Link jumped with you, steadying you with his hands on your shoulders. “Easy, easy.” He said gently. “You’re ok. We’re ok. Everything’s ok.”
“You were hurt!” You blurt, quickly mirroring his position. With your hand on his shoulders as well, you looked him over, never mind your lack of balance. He looked tired, but otherwise unharmed, as if nothing had happened. Your eyes dropped to the spot where you knew you had cut him earlier with the Mastersword.
His tunic was sliced, but the blood was gone, along with any other hint of Malice or Gloom that had otherwise been staining him before.
You stared long and hard, trying to come to grips with what you were seeing versus what you knew. Link gave a gentle smile, giving you time to process everything. It didn’t make any sense to your somewhat still sleep-addled mind. You blinked in confusion, taking a single step back as if seeing him as a bigger picture would answer more of your half-baked questions. “...What?”
Sheepishly, Link held up an empty glass bottle before pointing to a few others around the fire. Your spit lodged in your throat.
“Your fairies?” You whispered in further surprise.
“...And healing potions.” Link admitted with a shrug, and he unceremoniously dropped the glass bottle onto the grass. “We took… a lot of hits, didn’t we?”
You stared at the collection once more, the pieces moving slowly and sluggishly in your mind. You rubbed your eyes, tapping your cheeks to wake yourself up faster. “Yeah. Yeah, we did. I guess. I… I didn’t realize-”
“I’m cooking.” Link said simply, guiding you to sit down beside the fire. His movements were also slow. A bit robotic if you looked close enough. He was still sore, you realized. He must have used more of his healing items on you. “Just wait, ok?”
You bit back the sudden retort on your tongue, wanting instinctively to scold him for pushing himself, for taking care of you first, for not healing fully when he was the one who took the most damage after whatever it was that the Gloom did to him. You barely managed to hold yourself back.
He was fine.
He was going to be fine.
Your Link would have done the exact same thing.
It was the proof that he was himself again before you even got to ask or put him to the test.
Taking a deep breath, you accepted the bowl of stew that Link held out to you, cradling it between your hands and knees. It was hot, steaming with whatever Link had left in his Purah Plate.
Link sat next to you, not hesitating to scald his throat, as he took a large gulp of the soup.
They asked for Johnny Storm being childhood friends with (supposedly) one-sided feelings.
I don't usually write for superheroes, despite them being one of my special interests, much less for anything Fantastic Four related, but I did my best.
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You hated this.
You had known Johnny Storm since forever, and it was the bane of your existence.
First, it was his status as the most popular guy in school. Always flirting and taking nothing seriously in the history of forever. He would tease everybody and seemingly get away with murder or daylight robbery, minding the poor choice of words.
Then he went ahead and decided to go into space without telling anyone, much less you, and came back with the ability to set things on fire, including himself, and proceeded to be a superhero in the process.
Which was fine, you kept telling yourself.
You had known Johnny Storm forever.
Childhood friends, as it were.
He always came back to you.
Right?
You wiped down the counter of the bakery you worked at as if it owed you money, too lost in your own thoughts to notice the customers coming in.
Johnny has always been a shining light in the darkness.
Always quick with a joke, always smiling, always making other people feel better one way or another, no matter how much his jokester nature got on your nerves from time to time. It was the status quo growing up. Sure, his mom died in a car accident, and his dad killed a loan shark in self-defense and horribly lost himself on the sauce on the worst of days, but you never saw Johnny let it get to him. Always putting other people first.
You admired him a lot.
He was always taking something dark and lighting it up.
It was ironic, you thought to yourself, that he took on the name The Human Torch.
A torch lights up the way for other people so they can keep going forward.
A torch can give hope.
A torch means new beginnings.
A torch is bright and good and useful.
Which is precisely what Johnny decided to be when the Fantastic Four was created.
Useful.
Always helping.
Still Johnny.
Never mind that he could fly, you sighed heavily. The counter was clean enough as it was. It was borderline shining so much that you could see your own reflection.
You looked away, adjusting your headphones, and you decided the next reasonable step was to check if the coffee maker was still functional and working as intended.
It was, but it made it look as if you were busy with something.
Of course Johnny could fly, you continued your mental tirade. Why wouldn’t he be able to?
Johnny was always a dreamer. He aimed high. He leaped over expectations. He soared above the competition. It was frustrating to see someone dodge every obstacle while assuming everyone was on the same page. He was untouchable.
No, that wasn’t fair. You gently bonked your head against the coffee machine. Johnny was incredible in every way that mattered. You shouldn’t let your own insecurities get the better of you like this. You should be proud of Johnny. In fact, you are proud of Johnny.
He was the best version of himself right now.
Brand deals, fancy cars, media coverage, local stardom, saving the world, being well-liked by so many people- Johnny was at the top of the game and killin’ it.
He was untouchable.
A living sun, giving his light and letting it reflect off of others, so everyone else shone brighter as a result.
A hero.
You’re just… you.
Knuckles rapped on the counter beside you. Red, covered in black like webbing- Spider-Man. You managed to smile to yourself. He was a regular.
Without looking up, you bent down and picked up an order you especially set aside for him and let him take it without charge. Spider-Man does a little finger salute as per usual and goes on his way without another word.
“What!?” That familiar voice shouted indignantly.
That time your head popped up.
Johnny’s head kept snapping from the front door, where Spider-Man left, to where you were behind the counter. “Seriously!? For free?”
“Yes.” You say bluntly, quickly trying to brush away your thoughts before the bitter tone could seep into your voice and tip him off. “I cover him. It’s fine.”
“You cover-!” Johnny cut himself off, pressing his hands over his nose as if taking a deep breath. “Ok, that’s stopping. You’re not covering for him anymore. He can buy his own burrito and coffee. He’s a grown man.”
“He’s my favorite hero!” You say with a bright smirk, knowing how much it was going to set Johnny off as it was. “He can have a free coffee. Sometimes I throw in a donut or a croissant for him as a little extra thank you for what he does around the city, you know?”
As expected, you visibly see the twitch in Johnny’s eyes before he changes tactics and leans over the counter. He throws on a smirk and what you assume to be his version of “The Smoulder” as he rests his chin on the back of his hand. “What about me? How come I don’t get a free coffee as your favorite hero?”
“Because you’re a celebrity.” You fire back without missing a beat. You smiling grows, blooming more easily at the familiar banter. The earlier note to your thoughts quickly becomes a distant memory. “That, and I’m fifty percent sure that Spider-Man is homeless.”
Johnny quickly deadpans before he straightens up, holding his palms out placatingly. “Ok, ok, ok- Valid point. I’ve seen the man’s apartment. You’re not entirely wrong.”
You nearly dropped a glass at his casual response, but Johnny keeps talking. “I can understand why you’d say Spider-Man is your favorite hero. Solid choice. He’s mine too. I can’t get mad at you for that one. So, who’s your favorite Fantastic Four member then?”
“Sue.” You blurt without thinking much of it.
Johnny’s eye twitches again, and you bite your tongue to keep yourself from laughing at his expense. You begin to make his usual while he stares at you hard enough to combust you on the spot. Your cheeks grow warm, but you’re sure that’s because of his fire powers.
“...Another fair answer.” He says slowly. “Who’s your favorite fire-based hero who’s named Johnny?”
You can feel the lack of poker face. A mischievous smile grows on your face before you can stop it. Johnny narrows his eyebrows, daring you to continue teasing him, but he makes it far too easy.
“Ghost Rider.”
“OH COME ON!” Johnny slams the counter with his palms and takes a frustrated little walk around the bakery as he rakes his hand through his hair. “Now you’re just being mean to me.”
You start laughing.
“H-... How do you even know his name?” Johnny gapes at you as he makes his rounds to return to his spot, shaking his hands free of the little sparks that danced off his fingers so he wouldn’t accidentally damage the establishment.
You shrug, easy smile on your lips. “He’s a regular.”
“He’s a regular?!” Johnny snarls, palms on the counter, leaning in again as if the Ghost Rider has somehow infringed on his territory.
“I don’t know. He just comes in sometimes.” You say, shrugging again. You hand Johnny his coffee. It’s enough to shock him out of his little scene.
He takes the coffee, calming down at once. “But I didn’t order-”
“Best friend privileges.” You wave him off with a wink. You’ve teased him enough, you decide. “I’ll cover for you, too.”
Johnny instantly softens and sits at one of the stools beside the counter. “Whew… You almost had me going there for a moment. I was actually worried you’d stopped caring about little ol’ me.”
You roll your eyes. His ego, you swore. Leaning over the counter on your side, you flicked his nose, then his forehead for good measure. Dork. “As if anyone is going to stop caring about you any time soon. Now, don’t you have some robot to take down or some other scheme in Latveria to stop?”
“No, I… actually had some downtime for a change,” Johnny says, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was wondering if you’d be willing to ditch this place and join me for that new movie I told you about last week.”
You pause.
You wrung your hands on the towel you kept in the pocket of your apron, trying to buy yourself some more time before you answered. The idea was tempting, and it had been a while since the two of you hung out like you used to. Still, you were working, and you didn’t have the means or comfort that Johnny did to just leave your shift whenever you wanted. You opened your mouth to answer when something blew up a few blocks down from where you were.
In an instant- “FLAME ON!” -Johnny was flying out of the bakery, off to take on whatever threat there was this time.
The time it takes me to write them however, has gotten a lot longer than 2 weeks. I have yet to update the time on my ko-fi page. (Not that I have a particular time frame in mind- it's more of a "I'll get there when I get there" unfortunately.)
Do you think the boys know the difference between “Fairy” and “Faerie” or would reader have to explain the difference?
Now see, this one I had to think on because part of me was like," I don't even know the difference- wait, yes I do. Do they? Of course they do- wait." So I completely understand why this would be a question to begin with. XD
Ok! SO! This can go many different ways.
Obviously, they all know what a fairy is. But I don't think Hyrule necessarily has FAE. Ergo, this might be one of those moments where they assume they are the same thing and don't question anything. However, some of these boys have more magic knowledge than others and experience that would negate that as a debate point and would therefore know the difference, even if they would likely use a different word.
So let me put it like this.
Assumes they are the same thing:
Wind (actual child, he can still learn),
Wild (literally lost his memories and likely doesn't care to know the difference),
Knows they're different but can't explain it:
Twilight (country boy, he knows but doomed if talked about),
Four (the picori were cool but not what he'd call fairies),
Time (Blame the Kokiri, they didn't explain much because they were also children),
Warrior (Cia and Lana vs. the fairies, but homeboy never asked questions. He was busy fighting a war)
Knows they're different and can explain it:
Legend (it was burned into his skull, this poor guy has been through so much, he's so tired),
Hyrule (isn't it fanon that he's part fae? He'd know),
Sky (His girlfriend is literally a goddess, I refuse to believe he doesn't know)
I guess this is how we're going to be labeling our chapters now. This was not my idea. Nor do I know where I'm going with my storyline until someone sends Riddle to the nurse's office. Or Softie. Whoever comes first, I suppose. -Pinky
Masterlist
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I sucked in a breath, looking at the small dingy room the school staff had given me to work with. It was supposedly my new office. The nurse's office, I mean. Crewel decided it was best for me to get a feel for what would soon be my work station before my real work started.
It... wasn't much.
There were all sorts of bottles lining the walls, with a small stash of folded cloth on the table on the far wall. There was a dusty bed on the side with a single flat pillow and a lone chair by the door.
I grimaced and sneezed again.
"Does no one clean here?" I blurt, stumbling over to the window to open it up and get some fresh air. Pain laced every step, and I had to bear my weight on the wall before I fell.
"We haven't needed the nurse's office in a while," Crewel said impassively. He was bored. The nerve. "At least you're not immediately being put to work, seeing as you only arrived yesterday. I take it you slept well."
I did not. I bit my lip and looked away.
The room I was given was surprisingly opulent. It felt straight out of a fairy tale with high ceilings, a canopied bed, elegant furniture, and a large enough tub that I could swim around if I wanted to. The bath I took to help my nerves felt heavenly; everything that followed ruined it further.
Aside from learning that I hardly looked like myself, pink hair, scales, a TAIL that emerged once I was fully submerged in the tub, and a gross inability to pronounce my given name, I was once again bowled over by the pain that followed once I got out of the water.
It hadn't gone away since.
"Right, well..." I took a deep breath. "I'm... thankful for your generous hospitality."
Crewel got a strange look in his eyes, regarding me with what I could only assume was contempt. He was leaning on the doorway, studying me. I didn't care for it. A click of his tongue later, and his gaze turned impossibly colder.
I bristled but said nothing. It wasn't my fault the headmaster saddled him with making sure I was settling in. It sure felt like he blamed me, though.
"You're welcome." He said, voice quieter than before. Another beat passed before he pushed himself off the doorway and turned to leave. "If that is all-"
"Wait!" I blurt, pushing myself off the wall as well. My knee nearly gave out, but I caught myself before Crewel could move to catch me again. "This can't seriously be everything! No bandages? No painkillers? Am I even allowed to give the students painkillers? Just a dingy bed in a closet? This is seriously all that this school has?"
"I'm aware it's not... ideal." He said, looking me over once more as I righted myself. "But like I said, there was never a need for a nurse before. Most students can use their own magic to heal their own injuries, and you can heal them just the same as you healed Ashton-"
"I don't think that was me!" I cried out, panic on my face clear as day. I hated this. I hated getting emotional. I could feel it coming. This felt like too much and too little for too long. Everything was wrong. "I've never done magic before! I don't know why I'm here! I don't know how I did that! I don't know what to do!"
"Oh, for heaven's sake." Crewel grabbed my shoulders and sat me on the bed, kicking up a healthy plume of dust between the two of us. "I can make you some healing potions. I will also make an order for newer, cleaner cloth for bandages and the like. Ok? Quit fussing. This isn't ideal for anyone. Just... don't ...cry."
I took another deep breath. Healing potions. Right. He... He was the potion teacher. He knew how to do that. That was ok. That... That would help a lot, actually.
I felt my hands shaking, but I nodded. "...Right. I-... Thank you. Again. I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. This is... This is too much. I don't mean to unload on you."
"...When was the last time you ate something?"
"...huh?"
"You know? Food." He leveled me with an unimpressed stare, the grip of his hands on my shoulders tightened almost imperceptibly. "It occurred to me that I hadn't seen you in the mess hall at either meal time, neither yesterday nor this morning."
I stared intelligently at him for a moment. "...I don't know what that is."
"You bumbling fool." He groaned and shook his head. It messed up his hair, and I had to grip the dusty bed tighter to keep myself from impulsively fixing it for him. "No wonder you're all out of sorts. Fine. I will also show you where the mess hall is. Breakfast is served at seven. Lunch is served at noon. Dinner is at six, sharp. Don't be late. But if you are, there is also the staff lounge to the right of the mess hall, where you can get tea, drinks, and an assortment of snacks."
"...oh..."
"Come on." He grumbled, guiding me back to my feet. I winced again, my ankles nearly rolling from under me. Crewel hissed again, wrapping an arm around my waist to keep me steady. "Whatever spell you're using to maintain this land form isn't strong enough. It's going to give the students a bad idea to see you flinch with every step. It won't get you much of their respect to see you weak."
"I don't know how I'm-"
"Yes, yes, yes." He cut me off, moving us together with a strong confidence about him. "I will also find a way to help stabilize your form. Happy? Goodness, you're absolutely helpless, aren't you? Must I do everything for you?"
"I'm not asking you to do anything for me." I hissed back. Genuinely hissed. Fangs bared and all. It took me by surprise, and given that he seemed just as confused, I knew that it showed on my face. I grimaced internally, turning away from him as we walked.
A beat of silence.
"...But I appreciate it anyway," I grunted, a low rumble in my throat. Another new thing that wasn't completely in my control. I was going to have to figure out this new body and STAT.
I saw his mouth open to retort, but I didn't want to shoot myself in the foot any more than I already had. "And I really liked the room I was given... It was... pretty... I felt like a princess."
Another beat of silence.
The murmuring of chattering students grew louder in the distance, signaling our impending destination.
I sighed. I've made a mess of everything, haven't I?
Crewel let go of my waist. His hand fisted, squeaking the leather of his gloves as he put distance between us.
I'm going to reblog the masterlist of the blog soon for anyone who wants to read what we have in succession. But it's so early that everything is still disjointed.
We're working on getting to a point to start overlapping plotlines.
Hai hai hai!!!!! I just wanted to tell you your writing is amazing! And that you were one of my inspirations to start writing!!! I hope you have a good day or night! ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊
— @sicklysweetheartz
I'm so happy to hear that!
I hope you have a wonderful day/night as well, friend!
The portal land the group to what appears to be underground. Wild immediately pull out torches but light them proof to be difficult til reader lit the torches thanks to being half monster so the group have few torches and now they're on the move to try find a possible exit of this situation.
Reader look around while follow the group yet having a very bad feeling til wind yell out that he see a door ahead. Wind was going to touch the door but hyrule stop him to tell him that the door might be a trap but warrior join and say he'll carefully open the door and once open show a giant area that's have statues and the walls have murals which the group carefully check out the area. Reader look at the murals and notice that it shows their kind orgins from protector of gods/goddesses to guide of sages til the last murals made reader bite back the emotions seeing their kind being slain by the hero and what's left dissapeared from hyrule history which wild see reader looking at the murals, walk over to silently grab their hand and give them comfort til a click noise caught everyone attention and look to see what was that notice only to see that twilight step on a hidden trap on the floor that the statue in the middle to be what look like legend open his eyes which have crystals that glow blue turn red and a unsettling magic fill the area. Hyrule cover his mouth feeling the unsettling magic drain him yet making him felt very ill, he feel like he's slipping away by this unsettling magic that his eyes turn red as well under the influence of this magic. but reader held their head in pain and wild asking what's happening only being push back as reader turn to their monster form which the group notice that the gem on their head is red.
Time: everyone arm yourselves now!-
Reader breath out a breath and growling their eyes now red let out a battle cry as everyone realizes now their in serious danger and twilight try run to the statue of legend to try to destroy it but get tackle by warrior to the ground as a fireball miss his head and the two look to see hyrule pull out his sword and his other hand is fire.
Legend: shit! He's under control by -
Monster reader let out a roar as hyrule let out this time lighting now the group divide have to fight the two. Wild for the first time is shaking not of fear or cowardice. It's that he facing the person he loves and knows their under the magic control.
Time: well need to destroy that statue! But they're block us from getting near it.
The group nod seeing that the two are keeping the chain from coming to the statue and just as the chain were about to anything the other statues came to life and go to attack the chain.
I-... I've lost the plot. This is completely my fault. I took too long. ^.^*
omg I know requests are closed so please don't feel like you need to do anything with this but I need to share this idea with someone who can appreciate it. reader immediately clocking Twi in his wolf form the first time they see him but not saying anything because they miss petting animals and this is the perfect opportunity to get their fluffy fix at least until Twilight comes clean about his alternate form himself
Hey, the way I see it, that's a win-win.
Twilight gets to keep his secret, and Reader gets to receive all the fluffy cuddles their heart desires. :D
I really want to show the Chain that worm game where you have to eat the apples to grow your worm and exit through the black whole to advance to the next level.
...Like Snake?
Is this an updated version of that game?
I think the Chain would be mildly obsessed with it. And by mildly, I mean, you're never getting your device back. XD
Heaven forbid there be a high score, because then everyone would want the top spot, and everyone would be trying to figure out the best way to get the longest worm/snake possible.
hi i just wanted to let you know whenever i get back into a Zelda mood (about every couple months) i come to your blog and reread your stuff <3 so thank you for posting them!
You're most very welcome!!! :D
It's why I never plan on deleting this blog. Maybe I'll come back to writing for LU. I kept all of the old requests, but if anything, my life just lost even more free time because I recently got a new job. But I'll keep my commissions open!
