#ghiramise

[genet-teneg]

Friday Night at Demise's palaze.

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[thespeedofmeme]

Old Art 2: Electric Boogaloo

This stuff isn't as bad but this is probably how a few Ghiralinks/Ghirahim fans may recognize me?

Actually, I lied... this one is bad:

I don't know what my thing was with lips during that period but LORD someone should have stopped me. My JJBA art suffered a similar issue.

[ghiraheeheeheem]

thoughts on ghirahim X demise?

I have difficulty seeing the relationship between Ghirahim and Demise being anything but platonic and professional because I believe that the nature of Ghirahim's loyalty is meant to be analogous to that of Edo period bushido principles, where Ghirahim would be the "samurai" and Demise the "lord" he serves.

In Japan there is a pretty strong romanticization/glorification of samurai ideals or "bushido" and you can see this reflected in a lot of the creative works that come out of Japan and make their way to the West, such as anime and video games. This idea that one offers themselves to the cause of another even at the cost of their own life is something I strongly see reflected in their relationship in Skyward Sword. I mean in the end, Ghirahim more than willingly sacrifices his life (or at least his body) so that Demise can have his blade. Ghirahim is both literally and metaphorically his weapon and serves him and his cause with unconditional loyalty. (There's more to it than just that, Google "bushido" if you are unfamiliar and want to know more)

Not to say that any of this would mean that it is the only dynamic that a person can have in a relationship with another, but when I look at them, this is the only dynamic I see and the only one that makes sense to me. Obviously everyone is going to have a different interpretation when they see it through a different lens and that's fine, but that is how I perceive it.

[babymochiprince-blog]

2, The Throne

As I sit up, my head spins slightly as I realize that Master wasn't in bed with me. "I wonder where he went..." I mumble aloud. It was unusual for Master to not wait for me to wake before going off, as he doesn't want me to worry about him. The pillow I pick up and hold close to my bare chest is still warm. Master must've just left. I stand. "I'm going off to find him." I rub my tired eyes before slipping on my boxers and comfortable pants, before walking out the door. (The pillow mentioned before is still held to my chest. Master said he liked it when I did that.) As I sleepily stumbled around the halls of the castle we reside in, I realized why I was stumbling around. My ass hurt... A lot... I run my fingers through my hair as I blush softly at the memory of what happened...... No I'm not going into detail, pervert. I lean against the wall as I shake my head. I should probably go back to bed, as I'm in no shape to be walking. As I turn to walk back to our room, I hear the clanking of metal follow me. I smile at it and smile as I turn around. "There you are Master!" I giggle and open my eyes... Wait... I look down. "Oh... What do you want?" I sneer at the bokoblin guard. He growls at me. "Demise wants to see you in the throne room. He'd get you himself but he's too much of an ass to-" I backhand him across the face, making him fly across the hall. "Don't you EVER talk about Master like that! And, you never use his real name. He is our Master, for death's sake." I look at him, his cheek starting to turn purple from the force I used, and throw the pillow at him. "Take this back to the room, but don't touch anything else." I turn on my heel and start to make my way to the throne room to my Master's awaiting arms. Upon entering the room, Master smiles at me as he set eyes on my shirtless chest. The blush I had before spread across my cheeks and to my nose as I walk up to Master. I bow slightly, even though Master tells me not to when I address him. "Hello Master. You wanted me?" I look up to his eyes as he smirks. "Of course Ghira~" He uses my name only he is allowed to use, making me blush softly. "Come sit with me." He pats his lap and I happily take his hand to help me up. "What do you need Master?" I purr slightly as I lay against his chest, my fingers grazing his chin as he looks down at me. "Ghirahim, I've been dealing with a ton of stress lately, and I'd like to know if you could help me... Relive some of it." He leans down so our faces are close together. A soft blush coats my cheeks and ears as I look up at him. "Of course Master.~ What do you want me to do?" I hold his cheeks in my hands before kissing his nose and looking into his eyes once more. Lust creeps into my eyes as he smirks erotically at me. "I think you know Ghirahim, your beautiful eyes don't lie." I blush softly at his words. "Master stop... My eyes are dull..." I advert my gaze to the other side of the room. He places a hand on my cheek to make me look at him. "Ghira, don't say those things about yourself." He cradles me to his chest, holding me with one arm, petting my hair with the other. "You're beautiful. Always know that. No matter what, it doesn't matter what anyone says, it just maters what you and I say. You're beautiful in every possible way, you just need to know that. Nothing else matters Ghira." He smiles as he rocks me gently, holding my head to his chest so I hear his heartbeat again. I smile and kiss the hand that's petting my hair and caressing my face. "Did I relive your stress Master?" I purr softly against his touches. He chuckles and nods. "Yes, Ghira. You did. Thank you." He kisses my cheek and continues rocking me. I slowly start dipping in and out of consciousness. "I love you Master." I smile as I hear him reply, "I love you too, Ghira." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 756 words... Damn I haven't written that long in a while! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! :3

[babymochiprince-blog]

1, Heartbeats

Here’s the first chapter of GhiraMise! Please enjoy!))

I absolutely adore everything about my master. His voice, his body, the way he holds me. Its perfect. I love laying perfectly in his arms, cradled close to his chest as I hear his slow and deep breaths. Its very relaxing and seems to be the only thing that calms me anymore. I love how when we sleep he holds me to his chest or he lays me atop him and rests my head on his chest. His slow, deep heartbeat lulls me to sleep. Kind of like now.

As I shift slightly in my sleep, the beating seems to increase slightly. Like it’s coping me back into slumber. Slipping my eyes open, I discover that my master was awake, watching me as I slept quietly. I smile. “Hello Master. Have you slept well?” He ask as I sit up and caress his cheeks gently. “Yes, of course. You were sleeping so soundly.” He places a hand on my back and pulls me closer. “Of course Master. I had you there to lure me to sleep with your heartbeat.” I smile as I kiss his chest in the place where his heart beats. The slow ~bubum~ of its beating like music to my ears. “Rest, Ghirahim. You need it.” My Master smiles slightly and lays down so I can hear his heartbeat. He plays with my hair softly as my eyes droop and close as sleep washes over me. “Goodnight, Ghirahim.” He pets my head as I smile back and reply, “Goodnight Master.”

Tell me how I did!))

[petite-neko]

My Sky Child - 08

Fanfiction: My Sky Child Summary: Crack idea turned into fanfiction Characters: Ghirahim, Demise, Link, Zelda Pairing: Ghirahim/Demise, Link/Zelda Rating: T Warnings: Mpreg, angst, crack A/N: And yes, I totally started this while intoxicated

Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9

After years – years – of research, Ghirahim finally found a way to get at least one of his loves back. (And perhaps two if his child had the same lifespan as he, and if Demise would actually inform him of where their child was) So, after finally discovering such exhilarating news he didn’t care who would suffer.

He didn’t care who he hurt.

He just wanted his master back.

His heart felt so empty after millennia of being so, utterly, alone.

Although, according to his research, he discovered that the only ones he would be hurting were the mortals and the goddess incarnate herself.

And it made his plan that much more delectable.

While a saviour wasn’t exactly in his agenda, he certainly could deal with it soon enough. It was irritating though, that that mortal from the sky had gotten to the temple before him. However, unlike that mortal, he could easily teleport through the temple rather than face its challenges. The final room was the most challenging though. He just couldn’t get that damned door to open!

Then the sound of a lock opening sounded behind him.

Great, this was just what he needed.

“Look who it is…”

He whispered, remembering how that very mortal tried to save the goddess reborn from his clutches.

And vibrant blue eyes met his.

No! No!! This could not be!

It had been thousands of years… so why was his child….

His eyes lowered to see the sacred blade of the goddess and hatred sparked to life.

How dare she!

She had just gave him an option: to choose between his lover or their son.

Their son whom his lover would never accept – unless…

A smirk graced his face, yes… this could be interesting….

If he just played along with this charade then maybe that Goddess’ sadistic plan just might backfire, just maybe Link could prove to Demise that he deserved to be called his son.

He would taunt him with words, strengthen him by trials, smarten him using mazes…

He would make his son worthy of Demise’s attention.

“Which is why I promise up front not to murder you…”

Now that I have found you again…

[petite-neko]

My Sky Child - 05

Fanfiction: My Sky Child Summary: Crack idea turned into fanfiction Characters: Ghirahim, Demise, Link, Zelda Pairing: Ghirahim/Demise, Link/Zelda Rating: T Warnings: Mpreg, angst, crack A/N: Last one for the day I would say, maybe more later. Don't wanna spam the tag tooooo much lol

Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6

“…I never expected you here Master.” Ghirahim whispered softly as he rocked Link in his arms – the boy just falling asleep. What was his master doing here in a room that he never sanctioned – Link’s nursery?

The demon king was quiet as he walked into the room and towards the couple. “I’ve been neglecting you lately.” He said softly, stroking Ghirahim’s pale him.

But the sword-spirit withheld the shiver and turned away. “You’ve been neglecting Link.”

Demise closed his eyes for a few moments before he knelt down. “Then, perhaps, he should feel the embrace of his father.”

And Ghirahim’s eyes widened incredulously at his master’s words. Was Demise actually going to enter Link’s life after trying to avoid it for a year? What had changed it all. He bit his lip and looked sceptically at his master. “…You… You won’t hurt him, will you?”

“No, I know how much he means to you Ghirahim…”

And, against his better judgement, in hopes that Demise had actually changed his ways, Ghirahim slowly moved Link over to the grasp of the father who had hardly glanced at him. Was this the first step of many? Had Demise finally accepted his son into his life?

And the moment that Link had separated from his fingertips, he vanished.

[petite-neko]

My Sky Child - 04

Fanfiction: My Sky Child Summary: Crack idea turned into fanfiction Characters: Ghirahim, Demise, Link, Zelda Pairing: Ghirahim/Demise, Link/Zelda Rating: T Warnings: Mpreg, angst, crack A/N: ladeda ruuning out of things to say with this fanfic spam

Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 

“Da-da” The sounds escaped Link’s mouth as he stood up, reaching out for Demise across the table.

A small, weak smile lifted Ghirahim’s pale lips. “Master, he wants you.”

He always wants you… He thought solemnly. Demise refused to do anything with Link, he refused to even look into those captivating blue eyes of their son.

“Da-di?” Link said and looked up at the man who bore him, sadness wetting the already filled sea.

“I’m here for you Link. Daddy will always be.” He whispered and lifted their son up, trying to maintain a smile for the boy.

“Da-da?” He questioned, only to receive a shake of white hair, and the sea’s tide raised, flooding the peachy sands with a scream.

“Get that thing out of here!” Demise yelled.

“Why!” Ghirahim screamed, tears sparking to life in his eyes. “Why can’t you love him! He’s our child! Why don’t you love Link!”

“I refuse to accept anything so weak as my own.” He growled.

Ghirahim held the crying infant in his arms, unable to hold the tears from streaming down his face.

Why? Why couldn’t Demise spend some time with their child? Why couldn’t he love their child?

Why couldn’t Demise accept their Link?