basilhallwxrd

[basilhallwxrd]

hi guy. new fanfiction with @avidcollectorofdust

Thirty Minutes

rating: explicit

summary:

“I said,” the demon murmurs, leaning down. “How long do you have?” Link bites down on a half formed noise at the back of his throat. “I—thirty. Thirty minutes.” “It’ll do.”

[basilhallwxrd]

hey guy

rating: teen and up

summary:

How’d he get — a beetle emerges from its sandy veil and bites an exposed fingertip. He hardly looks at it for all the grain in his eyes. How’d he get here? Crawling, dehydrated, through the desert, an escort for a vial of holy water no greater in volume than the meager servings of stew doled out to knights in training in the Academy kitchens. Surely it must be important, but for his life he cannot remember why.

another collab with @avidcollectorofdust from like january. we forgor

(thank you steph for reminding us that it exists) (it's actually quite good)

[basilhallwxrd]

“You saved the world, once,” she says. “That’s the part I don’t understand. In a millennia long conflict between good and evil, you fought on the side of good and won the war. And then — what? You dug up the last thing Demise left in this world and brought it back to the place you defended with your life.”

His voice is nothing more than a murmur.

“What are you trying to say, Zelda?”

A million different things flash across her eyes — he can see as she carefully considers each one, and settles on a single thing to say.

“I want my friend back.”

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hey chat

rating: teen and up

summary:

His eyes flickered to Ghirahim’s as he felt a gloved hand reach for his, and found that it had been tugged away from his book. “Can I help you?” “Mm,” said the demon, placing a chaste kiss to the back of his hand. “Don’t mind me.” And so, his gaze lingering on the demon for just a moment longer, Link did not. Or, in which Link's attempts to read are foiled.

heed the tags. there is blood and weird intimacy

[basilhallwxrd]

The sound comes again, clearer this time, less room to pretend Link imagined it, and with it is a low, almost condescending chuckle that turns Link’s blood to ice. He stands, tense, gawking in disbelief at the man standing between him and the only way out. By pure instinct, he fumbles at the surface of his desk, knocking into an errant wooden bowl as his fingers find his carving knife.

“Oh?” Ghirahim raises his chin haughtily. “You were always one to jump to a fight, but this is just adorable.”

Then, Link stops, heart thundering in his chest. He almost drops the knife.

Confusion comes to him in waves, then a near-wrathful bout of apoplexy, closely followed by the onset of apathy.

He looks Ghirahim up and down, seeing no sudden attempts to move, and tosses the carving knife back onto his desk.

“What?” he mutters. “What do you want now?”

For a moment, Ghirahim doesn’t speak. Link feels his heart still thrumming away at his chest, knowing full well that some sort of panic should be rising up his throat, threatening to spill over. But all he feels looking at Ghirahim is the imprint of a cheap thrill. 

[basilhallwxrd]

hello everyone @avidcollectorofdust and i are on our shit again. enjoy collab 2 👍

rating: mature

summary:

“Well?” The hand that had been toying with the back of Link’s hair gripped suddenly, forcing him to meet the demon’s gaze. “Your indecision is almost adorable.” Link brought himself to scowl. The least he could do was pretend to have second thoughts. "You came all this way and now you don't even have the patience to let me think it through?" But he didn't want to think it through, because he might discover things about himself that he'd rather not. Or worse, he might make the right decision.

rated mature for. well. read the tags

[basilhallwxrd]

howdy! @avidcollectorofdust and i decided to do a little collab

rating: teen

summary:

Scanning the ground below, Ghirahim couldn't help but notice the distinct lack of a green tunic against the lighter shade of Faron's grass, failing to grace his ears with unnecessary shouts and grunts of exertion that carried even to the top of his perfectly concealed perch. To hear those delightful noises and yet be denied witness of the boy making them was its own kind of torment, the kind that was quickly edging from tantalizing to treacherous. He did not like to be kept waiting.

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“I told you,” Ghirahim says. “Didn’t I tell you? This would only end badly, and look where we are.”

Link says nothing. Ghirahim adjusts Zelda, so that she is more securely slung over his shoulder. The hero glowers, watching as the recent object of his affection takes his childhood friend-turned goddess towards the Gate of Time, unable to get up, unable to move, unable to do anything but watch. He knew, deep down, that Ghirahim wouldn’t change. Couldn’t. Even so, it hurts. Aches. Like a knife through his chest left to fester and rot. It isn’t a betrayal. Ghirahim had been honest since the beginning, and Link? Perhaps he’d hoped the demon wouldn’t be true to his word, when it came down to it.

All Link can do is watch as he knocks Groose aside. Powerless. He’d thought — if he got rid of the one thing holding Ghirahim to his word…but of course, it wouldn’t be that easy. Wishing on the Triforce had been too easy, too simple. The quarrels of gods would never be resolved with the power of a mere wish. Of course there would be another way for things to turn sour. Silly to think otherwise.

Then, he is spurred to action. He cannot allow this to pass. He says nothing as Impa urges him to follow, doesn’t have time to make sure Groose is okay. He steps through the Gate of Time to face Ghirahim for the final time, knowing that this time, they would not dance around each other. This will only end badly. This will only end with one of us dead.

It had gone too far. He hadn’t meant—how was he to know? In a moment of weakness, of loneliness, he had reached out, and in a cruel twist of fate Ghirahim had reached back. Did that make Ghirahim weak as well? Doubtful. Perhaps it was all part of his plan. Get the pesky hero’s guard down long enough to make him forget that they are on opposite sides of a war started millennia ago.

He sees Zelda lying at the base of the Sealed Grounds, thousands of years in the past. Something twists in him, almost agonizing, almost numbing him to the core, and he uses that to tear through enemy after enemy that Ghirahim throws his way. He will not be stopped here, not if he can help it. His motivation is more than just saving Zelda, now.

[basilhallwxrd]

🌹

"You’re here, Link,” Ghirahim approaches then, taking the stairs at a languid pace, “and in all likelihood, your adorable little search party is discussing their strategy in apprehending me and separating my sword from your back as we speak.”

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when you wake up..... 🌹

“You were going to tell me,” Groose says, “that you brought back the sword of the guy who tried to kill Zelda and end the world — a sword that, unless you forgot, has a guy in it that sent a tornado after her, hunted her across the surface, and also tried to kill her? Tried to kill you?!”

Well. Now that it’s been said out loud, Link can see how that sounds.

[basilhallwxrd]

🥀. thisis for the wip ask game i just stepped on the rose before i camehere sorry

one stepped on rose is worth many a sentence

“I,” he says in a tone so low the lanterns flicker to keep up, “am not a tool. To be used is done so without one’s consent. You,” Ghirahim stalks forward, hand poised to jab a finger into Link’s chest. “You do not get to presume anything about me. You think you know me so well? Ha! You are nothing to me.”

It hurts, of course — more than any backhanded insult or dagger wound ever could. Ghirahim looms above him, finger pressed against the spot where Link’s heart threatens to beat out of his chest. And that hurts too — it presses uncomfortably at the flesh between two of his ribs. 

“But you came back,” Link says at last.

[basilhallwxrd]

🌹

And oh, there it is — that alluring sense of danger inexorably tied to Ghirahim that Link has never quite been able to shake.

[basilhallwxrd]

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imm not sure i have that many sentences, will this do?

A figure, reaching for her from its place at the edge of time. It’s always been there too, hasn't it? If she stares for long enough without blinking, that figure seems to manifest behind her, towering far over her vanity’s mirror. The longer she stares, the closer it approaches. It seems to lean down, one phantom hand settling on her head, the other reaching for her right hand. A silver dagger made of light and blue skies seems to manifest in its hand, not pointing at her heart or her throat, but moving as if to place it in her hand. And Zelda, heart racing, can only continue to stare as its phantom presence seems to grow, and grow, threatening to engulf her whole if she doesn’t—if she can’t—

Zelda blinks. The figure behind her is gone. A hand comes up to the top of her head, trembling slightly as she smooths down her hair.

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honorable mentions

looking at early fic notes after you've written about 16k words of it is kind of funny. like sorry past me but thats not getting put in the story. you had some good ideas though

[basilhallwxrd]

looking at early fic notes after you've written about 16k words of it is kind of funny. like sorry past me but thats not getting put in the story. you had some good ideas though

[basilhallwxrd]

can anyone hear me. hello

having a normal time

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god. writing a scene that you KNOW is just so good but it hinges on having context from previously in the story bc otherwise it seems utterly incomprehensible so you can't share any of it yet. most heartbreaking thing on earth