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Fable III Fanfic - Chapters 1-12 up

Tags/Warnings: Angst, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Strong Female Character(s), Riots, Action/Adventure, Hate Sex, Enemies, Crimes/Criminals

Logan/OC

Find all of it here: Beyond a Dynasty of Decadence

Chapter 1:

Alexandra Tattersall sat on a bridge in Bowerstone Industrial, smog thick, waters dull and polluted. Her face seemed to mirror this; a world-weary woman of 19. Her long hair was swept back in a braid, though one could not tell its true color from the dirt and sweat. Her clothes were shabby and filthy, but practical: a formerly white, too-big men’s shirt, black riding pants, and well worn leather boots. Her fingernails were black with grime.

Her eyes, staring at everything and nothing, dripped poison as she surveyed her environment. Distant in her mind she saw the simple daily lives of the more middle-class citizens, but primarily she saw the lavish halls. The opulence. The waste. The disdain for those of lower social standing; people like her and certainly like the band of outcasts that followed her. The environmental pollution she had grown accustomed to in her short life; the social pollution she had not. She could feel the heat rising in her face and neck.

Beside her stood a young man of a similar age: Jude. He stood taller than Alex but both were short for their ages, as if the state of the world had held them down physically as well. His black, greasy hair hit his narrow shoulders and on his face grew a wispy beard. He reached out his hand to touch Alex’s, but she recoiled and glared at him. It seemed now was not the time for comfort and consolation. He shook the cold reception away, as this was not uncommon for her, and joined her gaze across the landscape.

“One day things will change, love. It can’t stay this way forever.” He sounded overly optimistic, which further irritated the young woman. Could he simply not leave her to spiral on her own? She supposed not.

She thought of the children that were in her care; the elderly. Those who were downtrodden and manipulated by a system not meant to support so many citizens. She thought of those vulnerable who did not choose death, but were chosen nonetheless, whether by illness, by accident, or by murder. She herself was thrown to the street as a child and used that experience to help how she could, but the blockade of rage prevented her from instilling any spark of optimism in her troupe of the damned.

She did not enjoy living in the streets, hiding beneath bridges, or especially stealing or scavenging for the meager food that they could secure. She did find comfort in it, however. She was put up for adoption at the age of three and then she and Jude were ejected from the orphanage at the age of 13. The headmistress there determined that they caused more trouble than their lives were worth. This life was what she knew and she felt equipped enough to survive.

She stood from the edge of the bridge to return to her family: One family of three, an elderly couple, five young orphans, two brothers in their late 30s, and an older woman who refused to disclose her age. Jude took on the facade of leadership, but in reality all knew who to look to in times of distress, anger, or mourning. She was naturally charismatic and her eyes were a beacon of self-confidence and determination. With this, however, came restlessness and fury that were beyond her ability to cope. She did not mind antagonizing the guards that patrolled the city, and through her knowledge of back alleys and the sewer system she generally was able to escape justice. This earned her the alias “the Bitch of Bowerstone.”

The Bitch herself took one last glance at her environment and thought again of the excess of the wealthy of Albion; of King Logan and of Reaver. She spat on the ground and quickly wiped her nose on her sleeve.

”You’re right, Jude. Things will change.”

#fable logan #fable 3 #fable #fable 2 #fable iii #fanfiction

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New Legend of Zelda fanfic set in the worlds of Ocarina of Time and Majora’s Mask. Find it on AO3 Here!

Yet Still Here

Summary:

Despite the happiness he should have experienced after Ganon’s demise, Link needed more time. More time with his friends. More time for adventures. More time with Malon. In his search for these experiences he finds himself in a strange world but nothing, not even time and the universe itself, can hold Link back from being with a rambunctious red-headed ranch girl. Link/Malon

Link lay in a hay pile, shielding his eyes from the sun. He smelled cows and horses, though he didn’t mind this. Peaceful animals they were, and so he felt more at peace as well. He remembered warm days in the Kokiri Forest as a child, though the trees often blocked out a good deal of sunshine. Lon Lon Ranch offered the perfect place to enjoy the fine weather and bask in the calm that came at Ganon’s demise. Malon came and laid down beside him.

“Fairy Boy, I’ve been wondering if you could get used to this simple life. You know, after all you’ve been through.” She hooked an arm around his and put her head on his shoulder.

Link nodded and put his chin on her head. He cared for Malon. He knew when they were children that there was something in her energy, in the sense of curiosity in her eyes that he could easily grow fond of. When they got older, things fell more closely into place. She was beautiful, hard working, and vibrant, a deadly combination that magnetized many suitors to her. She was also strong-willed, however, and found flaws in each that she couldn’t get past.

Although he felt immersed in the moment, and was trying to be mindful of his time with the ranch girl he found his mind wandering to one thing over and over:

He had missed so much of his childhood.

Seven years passed in stasis: The world and his friends changing around him. He thought of the time that he could have spent with Saria, with his “brother” Darunia, but especially with Malon. They could have trained Epona together and maybe better protected the ranch from Ingo. He leaned over and put his forehead on Malon’s; the melancholy evident despite his intent to hide it. She grabbed his hand.

“There’s no time to be sad! We have so much to celebrate!” She smiled and stood, trying to pull him up. “Let’s go feed the cows!”

Link pulled her back down to him. He just needed a few more moments with her.

Malon feigned irritation. “Fairy Boy…Link…I‘ve got to go feed the cows. Please come help me.”

He stood and dusted himself off. Malon had hay in her hair that he delicately picked out to avoid pulling or causing tangles. Her hair was one of the things that he first noticed about her: The red such a contrast to the greens of the forest he grew up around his entire childhood. He briefly ran his hands down it to smooth it out. She laughed, removed his cap, and did the same to him.

“See how you like it!”

They picked up bales of hay to take to the cows in the shed. Malon was quite strong despite her petite build; Years of farm work built stamina and muscle. They threw it over the rails and listened to the contented mooing. Farm music is what the girl called it. He needed to make more music with her.

As the sun was setting, Link and Malon returned to the haystack where they had been resting earlier in the day. He took out his ocarina and began to play a song only he knew. Malon was able to pick up the tune quickly and hummed along. Link felt the happiest he had all day, but knew deep in his heart that he couldn’t stay this way. He had to have more time with her.

Malon was unaware that one of the next times she saw him, this moment would not have happened, except in Link’s mind.

And that was where that memory could stay until they made it again seven years later.

#legend of zelda #ocarina of time #majoras mask #zelda fanfiction #fanfiction

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