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[thenmichael]

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Ill At Ease

LOZ AU Gift Exchange fic for @thenmichael based on his Links Meet AU @chained-spirits!!! :D

Summary: Reaper, Champion, and Picori fight a battle. Reaper tries to help Picori with his injury even though Picori does not want to accept his help. Warnings: monster battle, mild injury, remembering pain. None of it is too graphic. 1.5k, action and hurt/comfort.

Also, I made a little discord emoji art of Champion as a tbh emoji since Champion is autistic hehe.

Fic and art both under the cut :D

Picori froze so suddenly that Reaper nearly ran into him. Reaper had to skid to a stop, and he held an arm out behind him to keep Champion from running into him. He should have known not to bother, though. Champion liked to keep his distance. 

Picori’s ears twitched, both angling forwards. Reaper glanced at the ground to make sure he wouldn’t step on anything loud as he moved next to Picori. 

“What is it?” Reaper whispered.

Picori’s hand moved to his sword. “I hear something. Something big.”

Reaper reached over his shoulder and unhooked his shield. He glanced at Champion, but he was looking off into the forest.

Reaper clicked his tongue to get Champion’s attention then mouthed, “Monsters ahead.”

Champion nodded and drew his sword. Reaper couldn’t hold back a cringe at the weapon’s quality. It looked like it had never seen a day of maintenance. Knowing Champion, he probably pulled it from a monster camp.

Crack.

Reaper whipped around. The sound of the branch breaking echoed in the forest, close enough that Reaper and Champion could hear now. More cracks and rustles followed; it was a horde of monsters. 

“Weapons ready,” Reaper said quietly.

Picori pulled his boomerang out of his bag and drew his sword. Reaper drew his, readied his shield, and stepped in front of Picori. He heard Picori huff in disdain, but as always, he ignored it. Leaves rustled just out of sight, and birds screeched as they flocked into the air. Reaper twisted his sword, crouching easily into his battle stance. 

Monsters poured out of the forest, screeching a battle cry. Picori’s arm twitched like he wanted to cover his ears, but there was no time. Reaper matched their battle cry with a yell of his own and he swung his sword in an attack. The first bokoblin fell easily, nearly sliced in half. It was the smallest of the bunch, shoved onto the front lines as a distraction, Reaper theorized. 

The dozen monsters were a mixture of bokoblins and moblins, wielding weapons from pristine swords to wooden clubs. In the back of the pack, an enormous moblin held a wooden shield and a spear taller than Reaper. On either side of him, Champion and Picori were already pitted against two bokoblins each. As much as he wanted to keep half an eye on them both, he forced his gaze to narrow on the moblin charging him. Reaper snarled, and dove into the fray. 

The moblin swung its sword at Reaper, aimed for his throat. The movement was sloppy but strong, and Reaper’s arm vibrated with the force of blocking the sword. He dug his heels into the ground and he pushed the sword away with his shield. The moblin recoiled, knocked off balance, and Reaper lunged forward. He bashed the moblin with his shield then unleashed a flurry of powerful sword strikes. The moblin collapsed at his feet, dead before it hit the ground.

A bokoblin screeched. Instinct took over and Reaper rolled to the side as its club hit the ground where he had been standing. Reaper used his momentum to land on his feet and slash at the bokoblin’s back. It fell forward, then Reaper leapt and landed with his sword in its chest. It sputtered, then faded to dust. 

A sharp pain engulfed Reaper’s arm as he was knocked to the ground. A moblin snarled above him, rearing back to smash its club on his head. Reaper flipped up to his feet and raised his sword, but his muscles screamed in pain. He quickly dropped his shield and tossed his sword to his right hand in time to spin attack the moblin. As he finished the spin he jumped away and scooped up his shield with his left hand, ignoring the throbbing pain in his arm. 

Seemingly out of nowhere, Champion leapt onto the back of the moblin and stabbed it in the neck. He left the sword in as he flipped away and grabbed a discarded club as he landed, then rushed away to finish off the last of the bokoblins. 

Reaper spared a moment to scan the battle. Champion was fighting the remaining bokoblin, and Picori was darting between two moblins, never slowing long enough for either to land a hit. He threw his boomerang to stun one while he slashed the other, then stabbed the first as he picked up his boomerang. He had them covered. Reaper tore his gaze away.

The largest moblin screamed, spit flying from its mouth as it charged him. Reaper quickly analyzed; it was too tall to jump over, so he couldn’t do the Helm Splitter, and its shield would block most of his other attacks. He tightened his grip on his shield and baited the moblin, waiting for it to strike with its spear. It eventually thrust forward, and Reaper quickly rolled to the side and slashed its back. 

He screeched and arched forward, but quickly recovered and swung around, shield up. Reaper was patient, and waited for the perfect moment to strike each time. It took so many attacks that Reaper lost count by the time the moblin finally collapsed into a heap in the dirt. 

Reaper’s chest heaved, the battle adrenaline fading as he looked across the forest and found it blissfully empty of monsters. He sheathed his sword and rehooked his shield, then his gaze went immediately to his companions. 

Champion was surveying the forest, sword and pot lid shield still held in a white-knuckled grip. It was a new sword, taken off of one of the enemies, but in no better condition. He glanced at Reaper, then Picori, then hastily signed, “Scout for others,” and vaulted into the forest. 

“Champion, wait!” Reaper lifted an arm towards him in reflex, but gasped in pain and let his arm fall back to his side. He didn’t know if Champion meant he was scouting for more monsters, or going to check on the others. Either way, Reaper was going to have to have another talk with him about going off on his own. That was not how their group should function. 

Somewhere behind him, there was a sharp intake of breath. Reaper whipped around, uninjured arm darting to the hilt of his sword. Picori was crouched on the ground, sword and boomerang discarded haphazardly on the ground. He was hesitantly poking his thigh, where a long gash was slowly leaking beads of blood. 

Reaper was by his side in a second. “Picori! Are you okay? What happened?”

Picori flinched away and landed on his hip with one hand thrown out for balance. “Stop screaming!” He snapped. 

Reaper bit back his automatic response of I wasn’t screaming and took a deep breath. “Sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Leave me alone.”

Reaper felt the urge to roll his eyes. He should’ve known better than to ask the kid that, really. Undeterred, he slung his back around to his front–ignoring the twinge of pain in his arm–and dug for a potion, bandages, and the special bottle of alcohol he kept for disinfecting wounds. 

He shuddered, remembering the feverish haze and the searing, burning pain as he had stumbled through the forest with an infected wound on his arm, back in the days of his first adventure. He remembered Midna guiding him and blindly following her instruction, then waking up in a bed in Kakariko three days later, with Colin’s teary eyes staring down at him. His cheeks burned with shame. That was not a time he liked to remember, and he wasn’t willing to repeat it. 

Reaper shook his head and brought himself back to the present, forcefully steering his thoughts away from Midna. Picori was here, right in front of him, and needed his help. He put the bottle of alcohol next to the bandages, and the potion just out of Picori’s reach. 

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” Reaper asked.

“No.”  

“Good,” Reaper said. He uncorked the bottle of alcohol. Picori’s ears twitched and turned around and saw the bottle, then scowled and crossed his arms. 

“We need to disinfect the wound,” Reaper explained. 

“I don’t need your advice. Or your help!” 

Reaper sighed, but kept his frown off his face. Picori was so small, huddled up on the dirt. He was such a capable fighter, but he was still a kid. He shouldn’t have to be a fighter, he shouldn’t have to be sitting on the ground in pain, he should be home and safe. 

“Let me help you. Please. It’ll make me feel better.”

Picori’s ears wiggled as he glanced at Reaper out of the corner of his eye. His frown was clearly visible on his face, but after a moment of silence he reluctantly nodded. Reaper’s face broke into a smile and he felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. 

“Fine,” Picori said. 

“Thank you,” Reaper mutters. 

“But I’m not drinking that whole potion. I saw you get hit in the arm.”

“Wha–” Reaper sputtered, then huffed a laugh. “Okay, okay, that’s fair. Brace, this’ll sting.”

Picori curled one arm around himself, the other gripping a small tuft of grass by his side. 

The kid needed a distraction. Reaper smirked. “Nice to know you care, under all that snark.”

Picori’s head whipped around, wide eyes boring into him. “What? No! I just… You’re… Rrg!”

Reaper chuckled as Picori tried to come up with a defense, but nothing could hide the pink tinge on the tips of his ears.

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