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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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Twelve Days of Christmas - Day Twelve

Prompt: Christmas Day.

Pairing: Yandere!Dorm Leaders/Reader (Twisted Wonderland).

TW: Implied Non-Con, Manipulation, Coercion, Slight Verbal Degradation, Mentions of Injury, Mentions of Choking, and Premeditated Assault.

It was supposed to be a tradition, among the Dorm Leaders.

That was what Leona said, at least, nudging you in the side as that predatory grin played at the corners of his lips. The prefects never went home for the winter holidays, sticking around to organize the dorms and met with the headmaster, so it was only natural that they’d celebrate together, sneaking off campus for the night for a bonfire and a few drinks Sam only sold to his favorite students. You’d tried to brush him off, but Azul’d vouched for him, and when prompted, Riddle’d flushed and admitted that there wasn’t technically a rule against anything they did. Somehow, neither managed to inspire much faith in their ringleader’s story, but they did their best. You’d give them credit for trying.

Kalim was the one who convinced you to go, in the end. You’d never been able to turn him away, and tonight wasn’t an exception, not when he’d been kind enough to turn up on Ramshackle’s doorstep with an extra coat, a spare thermos, and a smile that could’ve rivalled the sun. He was always sweet, like that. He always made it so hard to refuse, like that, even if you’d still groaned as he led you into woods surrounding Night Raven. He always made it hard to say no.

And now, he was making it impossible.

He was making it impossible to say much of anything, honestly.

You could feel his fingers hitting the back of your throat, prying your lips apart and forcing you to gag, your entire body jolting with the sudden force. Something sharp dug into your exposed back, the jagged edge of a stone cutting at the meat of your calf, but a strong hand was quick to clamp down around your shoulder, shoving you back to the ground. Its twin wrapped around Kalim’s wrist, dragging him away and letting your head fall to the side as you sputtered, struggling to breath. If Riddle noticed, he didn’t seem to think of you comfort as a priority. His grip only tightened around your forearm, a growl lacing the edges of his voice as he spoke. “Don’t be so careless,” He spat, all self-righteous frustration and poorly veiled aggression. “They could’ve passed out! The last thing we need is less time than we already have.”

Your vision was blurry, by now, your sense separated from reality by a thick layer of fog, but you could’ve sworn Kalim pouted, straightening his back and digging his knee into your bicep, the pressure numb and bruising, at the same time. “I’m just trying to have a little fun,” He sighed, his tone somewhere between a whine and a mumble. “It‘s not my fault Leona called the first turn. The rest of us still have to find something to do, ‘til he’s done.”

Until he’s done. It was more daunting than it should’ve been, until he’s done. You could feel Leona now, even if you refused to look at him, your legs wrapped around his waist, your thighs in his hands, sharpened nails tearing through thin clothes with a pace so idle, it almost felt patronizing. It would’ve been worse if he rushed, you knew that, it would’ve been so much worse, but part of you still wished he’d just… get it over with. Or, that he’d pretend he was trying to, at least. “I don’t take scraps,” Leona scoffed. You tried to buck your hips, making a half-hearted effort to put any amount of distance between you and him, but he only bared his teeth, sending you a soft glare as he splayed his hand over your waist, pinning you down before you could do so much as writhe. “I offered to let Schoenheit go, but apparently, his majesty got cold feet. And he was so pushy about this, too.” There was a tap to your side, a breath of a chuckle from Leona. “I’d be insulted if I were you, sweetheart. It’s not very considerate of him to leave you high and dry, is it?”

“Some of us have self-respect,” Vil retorted, from the edge of the clearing. You knew he’d be watching, that he’d be looming over you, but you still cringed at the reminder, at the judgement in his voice. “I would’ve offered Pomefiore as a venue, if I knew you’d be rolling around in the dirt like a herd of wild animals. I’ll clean up (Y/n) and take what I deserve when the rest of you are finished.”

At his side, Azul hummed in agreement. He’d chosen to play the role of innocent bystander, his judgement softened into a guiltless, shameless curiosity. In a way, he was better than Vil, he hadn’t helped to restrain you when you tried to run, nor did he seem to take any more malicious glee in this than he did anything else. But, what little appreciation you had for him died the moment he continued to do nothing, staring on with that small, knowing smirk. As if he wanted you to understand that he wasn’t on your side, even if he wasn’t really on theirs, either. “Someone has to make sure Idia gets his recording, too. And, with that in mind, it’d only be fair if he got to see some of the aftermath.”

“Greedy bastard,” Vil muttered, but he didn’t try to object further. “Fine, but don’t expect me to share.”

There was a beat of silence, and Leona took the opportunity to push your ripped shirt up to your collar, dragging his talons over your hips and aiming to start in earnest, but he stilled quickly, rounded ears flicking slightly as his expression dropped. You heard the reason why a second later - footsteps, hurried and careful, dredging through the forest and only getting closer. Your heart skipped a beat, the shocked hazed over your mind finally beginning to thin. Still, you didn’t have to think, you didn’t even try to. You were already thrashing, kicking at Leona, pulling against Kalim and Riddle. You were already screaming, the sound only partially muffled by Riddle’s attempts to keep you quiet. “Help!” It was a desperate cry, all shrill necessity, all primal instinct. “Help, I don’t know what’s going on, I can’t-- They’re going to ra--”

Riddle covered your mouth, but it was too late, you could already see him - Malleus. Wonderful, powerful Malleus, his eyes wide and his expression confused as he stepped into the small clearing. For a moment, he scanned over the arrangement, Leona between your legs, Vil watching on with crossed arms and a scowl, Azul, phone in hand and his posture still relaxed. Worrying relaxed, honestly.

Then, you heard Malleus’ laugh, and your heart cracked open in your chest.

“You gave me the wrong time,” He chided, but he didn’t seem angry. His pace was calmer than it had been as he approached, his touch nothing but gentle as his hand came to rest on Leona’s shoulder, who offered a shake of his head by way of apology. Malleus’ attention shifted towards you, but he didn’t seem affected. If anything, he only seemed more content than he had been, as he met your eyes. “Don’t stop on my account. I’ve been waiting as long as the rest of you.”

That made sense. You hated it, it was disgusting, but it made sense.

Leona did say all the prefects were looking forward to this, after all.

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cauls-antique-pepperbox-pistol · 3 years

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Idk if u do these kind of asks, but can u share any of ur jacival hcs?

Yeah sure!! So some of this might just be simple facts and some of these I came up together with @jjackrabbitt

Caul was born in the 1850s (1856 to be exact) and Percy was born in the 1870s (maybe 1872 or 1874. His name gives off 1, 7 and 4 vibes, so I think his birthday would be in July, maybe 11th of July. Eh, or 14th of July), so Caul isn’t only physically older than him, but actually older than him

Percy goes to sleep earlier, so that the bed is nice and warm when Caul joins later 😌 Caul is usually working late at night (sometimes he passes out on his desk, so Percy does have to go and get him every now and then), but he sleeps in long the next morning, while Percy is already out on a mission or doing other important things

Caul counts Percy’s freckles sometimes when they’re cuddling, maybe tries to kiss each one of them too

When coloured contact lenses were invented, Caul convinced Percy to wear them most of the time, cause he missed Percy’s bright, piercing eyes

Things turn a little toxic toward the setting of the first trilogy and continue throughout the whole series though. Caul is more focused on his goals and gets easily angry more often and also sometimes gets pissed when Percy does something wrong or isn‘t in the mood to make out. Caul starts to care less about how Percy feels, going as far as to mentally abusing him by taking advantage of Percy being insecure about his masculinity (he tells him to “man up” a lot and “aren’t you my big, strong man?”), he also “helps” Percy a little with certain stuff during TCoTB (he possesses him a few times), cause Percy seems to be questioning this whole plan and Caul can’t let it fail, not when he’s stuck in the collapsed loop of Abaton and its library. Speaking of which, the library is partly possessing Caul :) (to make sure the prophecy gets fulfilled) making him so much worse with every passing day and which is why he was treating Percy that way. In the far end, the library has almost completely taken over Caul

Only when Percy dies, Caul realises, for a moment, what happened and what he’s been doing. He carries Percy somewhere safe, but quickly forgets about him again (I should probably mention that in the damned au, Percy’s death is different and he has a whole scene for that 😌)

In the very beginning, Caul was genuinely in love with him though, almost obsessed with Percy. He was trying SO SO hard to get Percy’s attention. He’d visit him at the Department of Obfuscation so often and flirt with him and get on Percy’s nerves, but soon Percy started liking that 😌

Percy sometimes makes clothes for Caul :) the stuff he‘s wearing at the end of LoS is probably made by Percy

Percy sometimes kisses Caul‘s nose, cause,, it‘s pointy :^)

So I think Caul has his own special ambrosia (made out of the souls of ymbrynes) which doesn’t only enable him to use his lost peculiarity again, but maybe makes him feel less empty? Anyway, sometimes it really messes with him and he wakes up the next morning covered in tons of feathers and wings as arms and talons as feet (sometimes it’s less than that), so Percy helps with him getting rid of the feathers (it’s painful, but he’s being careful)

#there’s probably more I have but that’s all i can think of at the moment #and i don’t wanna keep you waiting any longer lmao #so here it is :)#jacival #caul bentham #percival murnau #mphfpc #questions

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cyberrat · 4 years

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33rd Batch Of Fics: 12th Fill

McCree/Hanzo – cont B23F3 – rape aftermath/mention of the rape; hurt/comfort; stoic Hanzo almost fucking things up; hopeful/happy ending – Hanzo at first wants to protect Jesse’s dignity...

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Hanzo stares at Jesse. He can tell that it unnerves the man, but he also can‘t stop himself from doing it. He wants to keep an eye on Jesse. Last time he had gotten snatched away from pretty much right under his nose.

He can never let that happen again.

Jesse tries, upon getting back to base, to behave like nothing ever happened, but that makes what has been destroyed during his stay with Talon even more glaringly obvious.

There is an almost drunk quality to his swagger now. It doesn‘t look as natural anymore. It‘s missing the cocksure levity that it had before.

Jesse‘s lazy can-do attitude is missing.

It hurts to watch, but nobody has the heart to tell him to stop for the longest time. When someone finally does, it is not Hanzo, even though it should have been him. It is Mei, of all people.

She grabs Jesse‘s big hand in one of her little ones, and looks directly into his startled, brown eyes.

“It‘s okay now,“ she says, ignoring his weak protest and pulling his head against her soft chest much like a mother would.

Hanzo is ashamed as he sees it, and averts his gaze in deference to Jesse‘s dignity.

It takes him even longer to understand that the damage he is doing is almost worse than what Talon had done, but it is not easy to step out of his own comfort zone, so he resorts to watching for the moment.

That, too, is making things worse. Jesse looks uncomfortable, then downright disturbed. Hanzo doesn‘t give it much thought, thinking Jesse will just tell him off if it is too weird, but he is acting under the parameters of their relationship from before…

Things get worse before they get better. It hurts to admit that he is the reason for the ‚getting worse‘ part, but he can‘t lose Jesse, so he needs to be honest to himself for once and accept that his stoicism is indeed toxic.

This isn‘t about him and the embarrassed shame he feels in watching Jesse lean his head against Mei‘s bosom like a child – this is about Jesse jerking up in the middle of the night to go running to the bathroom and empty the contents of his stomach with heaving retches.

They‘re a small organization and they don‘t have the medical staff they would need for a situation such as this one. Hanzo is not sure Jesse would accept the help even so.

Hanzo needs to be… more gentle; that‘s the crux of it.

He‘s blunt about it, but honest, which isn‘t exactly the right approach, but a beginning, at least. He all but storms into their shared rooms and, apropos nothing inquires stiffly: “Do you wish to talk about it?“

McCree looks at him startled, then disturbed, then angry. “The hell? No,“ he grunts, and Hanzo feels good about that response for some reason. Like part of him thinks this is the ‘correct‘ response.

Jesse curls back over his weapon, dismantled on a desk, but his posture looks stiff and coiled. After a second of nothing happening, he suddenly turns to stare at Hanzo again with bloodshot eyes.

“You enjoyed it.“

Hanzo blinks at him slowly. “Excuse me?”

“That guy f-fucking me,“ Jesse spits out, tripping over his own words. It’s something decidedly post-capture Jesse. He never used to stutter before that, all his remarks drawled slow and deliberately.

Hanzo’s first instinct is, of course, to deny it, but looking into Jesse’s burning eyes he realizes that this answer is the make-or-break point of their relationship, so he inhales deeply and looks at a spot somewhere above Jesse’s left shoulder.

“Yes.”

Jesse nods like that seals something for him. He looks down at his hands, quietly moving them around. The prosthetic is something new; the old one had been made useless by Talon, and Jesse hadn’t been able to stand it anymore.

“Alright,” he murmurs, his voice so rough that Hanzo has to lean in a little bit to understand.

“Excuse me?”

“I said ‘Alright’.”

And that… was that, it seemed. Jesse’s shoulders relaxed somewhat and his head fell back, eyes closed, broad chest expanding with a huge breath.

Hanzo stays on his spot for a few awkward moments, then slowly makes his way over.

“May I touch you?” he asks softly.

“Yeah…” Jesse croaks so fast that Hanzo feels ashamed all over again for never asking in the first place. He lightly puts his hand on Jesse’s head, doing an awkward petting motion. When Jesse doesn’t explode in his face, he relaxes and keeps on doing so. It’s like petting a dog, really. Jesse’s hair is thick and a bit coarse. It could use a wash but it’s not bad enough to not touch it.

Jesse slightly leans his head over, and Hanzo steps closer on pure instinct, gently cupping the other side of his face and urging him to press his head against Hanzo’s belly, much like he had seen Mei do.

Jesse has his hands loosely in his lap, dangling between his knees. He looks defeated; somehow even more so than when raped on a massive cock and looking like the brain had been fucked right out of him.

He closes his eyes and just feels the togetherness. He pets the side of Jesse’s face in slow, even strokes. Only when he puts his hand on the tall man’s shoulder does he feel it shaking with his quiet sobs.

Dismayed, Hanzo opens his eyes again and stares down. Jesse’s face is in a rictus of pain, tears glistening in the wrinkles all around his eyes. He turns his face and pushes it into Hanzo’s belly, wiping it against the fabric of his shirt.

Hanzo is quiet. He doesn’t know what to say. He stares down at the mess on top of Jesse’s hair, thinking about how weird he had been those first few hours and days after being pulled off Reinhardt’s lap and deposited on the ground like a wet kitten. How his face had done all kinds of weird acrobatics, his speech strangely jerky and cut off.

Obviously trying to kick himself out of whatever headspace he had been in.

“These things take time, Jesse,” Hanzo says gravely. He slowly tucks Jesse’s hair behind one of his ears. It is flushed and hot to the touch. Hanzo lightly brushes his thumb across the tip of it. “You need to give yourself some slack.”

Jesse doesn’t look at him, but he nods slowly. His arms have curled around Hanzo’s hips at some point, fingers clenched tightly in his shirt.

Hanzo wonders how badly he had needed to hear these words from him, of all people. He also wonders how many of his demons have been – and still are – revolving around the fact that Hanzo had been clearly turned on by his brutalization.

Hanzo doesn’t think much about that himself. He urges it to some dark recess of his mind where he rails off many of his more disturbing desires.

He can tell that it will be better now, though. Jesse is holding on to him like a drowning man. Hanzo will not let go. He will give him what he needs.

He will be what he needs.

#cyberratting writes stuff #mccree/hanzo #mchanzo #rape tw #rape aftermath #hurt/comfort

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anotherlifefic · 5 years

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Chapter 35: A Trial of Friendship

I was walking through the forest, watching the sun send it‘s beams through the leaves of the trees. It was warm, and comfortable. Judging by that, it must have been late spring or early summer. Taking a deep breath, I walked over to a bush in full bloom, plucking a few flowers and weaving them into a flowercrown. Maybe I could make Link wear it once I rejoined him. Then I heard a giggle from beyond the trees in front of me. Curious, I stepped forth, only to find Link sitting at the edge of a small pond, watching a very naked Jenna dance around in the water. I dropped the crown, and all I managed to produce was a long, tormented wail.

„Rebecca?! Rebecca, wake up!“ I woke with a start, only to find Jenna and Link crouching next to me. Link grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into his arms. „We woke up from you crying and feared that we had been attacked!“ „I… I‘m sorry. I just had a nightmare.“ I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. Jenna averted her eyes. „We have to get going“, she said after a few seconds. Link let go of me, but still helped me get to my feet. „We should already be close to the border of Hyrule.“ „But we haven‘t seen any sign of the shard yet!“, Jenna said. I looked at around… and then at my companions. „I… I think we did. We just didn‘t know.“ „What do you mean?“, Link inquired. „The illusion we saw yesterday. Jenna‘s perfect reality? Maybe that was it.“ Link crossed his arms in front of his chest. „That would require Ganondorf to know that we would be travelling with Jenna.“ „Maybe it wasn‘t directed at Jenna, per se. Maybe it just showed the perfect reality of the first person to look at it. And that just happened to be Jenna. I mean, thus far, all of the traps Ganondorf laid out for us were designed to somehow mess with out minds. And who knows what this fake Link would have told us if we had stayed to listen.“ Jenna stared at me blankly, then looked away again. „So I will be able to see him again?“ I sighed. „Yes, but we need to be careful. VERY careful.“

We retraced our steps back to the farmhouse, and while we walked, Jenna asked:„So what was that nightmare about?“ I bit my lip. „It was… it was nothing. Say, Jenna… do you think we could really be friends, you and I?“ She was quiet for a moment, but her hand was tensing up around mine. „It would be difficult.“ She looked at Link, who was still walking ahead of us, and continued in a low voice. „I still love your husband, after all.“ I lightly squeezed her hand back. „No hard feelings about that. You‘re far from the only one. I‘ve gotten used to it.“ More or less, I added mentally, still trying to forget the image from my dream of Link watching Jenna bathe.

Once we reached the farmhouse again, the other Link came running up to us, grabbing Jenna and pulling her away from Link and me. „Oh Jenna, my love! I am so happy that you returned to me!“ Jenna tensed up in his embrace, her hands tightened into fists. „Are you really my Link?“ „Of course I am, my beloved!“ He covered her face with kisses, and as he did so, the children came running out of the house again, screaming „Mommy Mommy!“ at the top of their lungs. I continued to hold onto Link and just watched the scene unfold. Jenna in the arms of a copy of my husband, and their children around them. There was something strangely peaceful about it. Link lightly squeezed my hand. „That‘s not me“, he assured me. „I‘m here and I love you.“ I sighed softly. „I know. I just thought that it‘s so cruel that we can‘t let Jenna have that kind of happiness.“ „Hmhm...“ Then he pulled me past the loving family. „Come on. We should search the house while the illusions are still distracted.“

The house was nicely furnished, with a lot of decorative cushions and elaborate carvings in every wooden surface. Link and I split up, hoping that we wouldn‘t get lost. He went up the stairs while I searched the downstairs area for any sign of the shard. While I did so, I always looked out of the window to see if Jenna was still keeping the other Link occupied. My heart grew heavy when I saw her like this. She deserved this kind of happiness… but how could she get it if I was married to the man she loved? For the probably millionth time that annoying little voice in my head told me that everyone would be happier if I had never met Link. Everyone but me that is. But I just had to be selfish and put my happiness over the happiness of everyone else… I shook my head and continued my search, going through chests and drawers and even an ice box that seemed to just be cold without anything keeping it that way. No luck. And while I rushed past the entrance door to check around the fireplace, I overheard the fake Link say: „You do not need any friends, my darling. In fact, they are probably just using you. And what will happen if you continue helping them? They are going to take you away from me.“ „But Link… my love… They are...“ „And that shadow bearing my face“, the other Link continued. „You love him, because he looks like me, right? What am I supposed to think about this, Jenna? That you just run after every man who looks even a bit like me? If you truly loved me… the real me, you would get rid of this imposter and his little wife. And then you and I could be together forever, and live our life here, with our darling children. For you and I, we belong together. We complete each other.“ I rushed on, hoping that Jenna wouldn‘t fall for it. Either that, or Link and I would have to snap her back into reality later. But right now, I needed to focus on finding the shard… A few seconds later, Link came rushing down the stairs, a sharp, v-shaped piece of metal in his hands. The tip of the Master Sword. „Got it! And now let‘s get out of here!“

We left the house and were faced with Jenna, standing next to her Link, who was regarding us with naught but coldness in his unnaturally blue eyes. „There they are, Jenna. Now show me that you love me and that you will not stand for some imposter acting as me.“ Jenna was shaking so badly she almost dropped her weapons, her eyes darting from her Link to the real one and back. And then she looked at me. I returned her gaze calmly, and then I said: „Do you really want to spend the rest of your days in an illusion, Jenna? Live without friends, bound to this place?“ „Do not listen to her, Jenna!“, the fake Link hissed. „She would try and seduce me, given the chance! Just look at this harlot! How can you call her a friend when she takes everything you wished for for herself and won‘t let you have any happiness?!“ Jenna‘s hands tightened around her phoenix circles. „You will not speak of my friend this way.“ The blades of her weapons cut through the fake Link like he was smoke. He dissolved, and so did the children, and the house, until it was just the three of us, standing in a clearing of the woods. Jenna dropped her phoenix circles and ran up to us. To my surprise, she threw her arms around my neck and hugged me close. She was crying into my shoulder. I hugged her back, resting my chin on her shoulder. „I‘m so sorry, Jenna.“ Link came up to us and wrapped his arms around both of us, closing his eyes and sighing. „Come on. We should continue our journey. Do you want to continue travelling with us, Jenna?“ Jenna looked up from my shoulder. „I… I don‘t think so.“ „Are you sure?“, I asked gently. „You‘d be more than welcome to come along.“ She smiled hesitantly. „Thank you, but I really need some time to myself right now.“

Jenna accompanied us to the edge of the woods, where our horses were still waiting. She hugged both Link and me one last time before retreating back into the forest. She had mentioned wanting to help the Kokiri rebuild their village. „Will she be alright?“, I asked as I watched her slender frame disappear between the trees. „She made it to the village once, and I‘m sure she can do it again“, Link said confidently while lifting himself into Epona‘s saddle.

Our next destination was Kakariko, where we suspected the final two shards of the Master Sword. We rode past the ruins of LonLon Ranch again, and the sight made me tear up. Wherever Malon, Talon, Ingo and Matthias were… I hoped they were alright.

We didn‘t know what to expect when we entered Kakariko. But certainly not the entire town on their knees in front of a little, brown haired boy, who was sorrounded by a group of Gerudo… and Cassandra was with him, too. My heart leapt into my throat when I heard him speak:„That‘s right! Kneel before your prince, peasants!“ He looked at a woman kneeling among them. „YOU THERE! You‘re not bowing low enough!“ Then he turned to the tallest and probably eldest of the Gerudo around him. „Dahlia! Show her what happens when someone disrespects me!“ Dahlia… what a strange name for a Gerudo. Said Gerudo shook her head. „Don‘t forget that even as a prince, you‘re still my little brother, Gareth.“ And then she wacked him over the head with the blunt side of her naginata. „I don‘t have to take orders from you.“ „HOW DARE YOU?!“, Gareth exploded. „Father will hear of this! I will have you thrown in the dungeon! ALL OF YOU! MOTHER! Mother, tell them to do as I say!“ My heart broke at the sight. No way my son could have turned out like this. No way. My sweet little baby, the precious bundle of innocence Link and I had brought into this world, would never end up like this. We approached them further, until Gareth turned around. „And who are you?! On your knees, or do you want to spend the rest of your days in a dungeon?!“ I flinched away, and Cassandra came up to Gareth, grabbing his shoulder firmly. „Gareth, that is enough.“ He turned to Cassandra. „But Mother, these peasants won‘t respect me! Aren‘t I the prince of Hyrule? Don‘t I deserve respect?“ Cassandra gave me a somewhat apologetic look, until one of the Gerudo exclaimed:„Aren‘t these two the ones Father had been looking for? Mother, if we bring them to him, he will-“ „You will do no such thing, Adaira“, Cassandra cut in. „From now on, I want you to disregard all of your father‘s orders as much as you can without putting your safety in danger.“ Then she turned to Link and me. „Come. I think we have a lot to discuss. Come, Gareth.“ „But Mother...“ „No ‚but‘.“ She marched towards the inn, sometimes looking back to make sure we were following her. And we did. Hopefully, she could provide some answers now...

#The Legend of Zelda #Another Life #fanfiction #OC

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anotherlifefic · 5 years

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Chapter 44: Jalon

Chapter 44

Jalon

I awoke in Link‘s arms the next morning, torn from my slumber from the sounds of Gareth fussing in his room. I yawned, gently freed myself from my husband‘s embrace and got up to take care of our him.

We had swapped the cradle for a bigger crib. Gareth was growing fast; I was pretty sure he would end up being taller than Link eventually. And now he was sitting at the bars of his crib and rattling them, loudly squealing to be fed.

„It‘s alright, sweetie. Mommy is here.“ I lifted him into my arms and pulled down the collar of my dress so he could drink. Then I left the room and tiptoed down the stairs, hoping not to wake Link, so I could prepare breakfast.

I passed the front door on my way to the kitchen, only to stop and slowly look to the floor. There lay an envelope. A letter adressed to Link and me. I picked it up and continued on my way to the kitchen, settling Gareth in his kitchen-crib after burping him and opening the letter.

My eyes widened as I read it. Then I dropped it onto the table and rushed upstairs to wake Link.

I all but jumped onto the bed, grabbing his shoulders.

He opened his eyes wide, and for a split second, I wondered what I must have looked like to him. What did he think, opening his eyes only to see his wife looming over him with wide eyes and a broad grin plastered onto her face?

„Rebecca?! What‘s going on?!“ „We just got a letter from Talon! Malon had her baby yesterday. It‘s a boy!“

A few hours later we had saddled Epona and Glory and were on our way to LonLon Ranch. I mentally smacked myself for not having prepared any baby-gifts. And giving Malon Gareth‘s hand-me-downs felt kind of tacky. So we had bought a pretty little wooden rattle with little sheep and cows painted on it, and a soft blanket for her little boy at the market on our way to the stable.

Talon greeted us when we arrived. „Hello, dear friends! So good to see you. Malon and Matthias are inside.“ His cheeks were rosy and there was nothing but joy in his eyes. „Malon will be so happy that you have come to welcome little Jalon into the world.“

„Is she alright?“, I asked, remembering how taxing the birth of Gareth had been.

„As well as she could be! Of course she‘s exhausted, but that‘s to be expected. Come on in, now!“

Malon was in her room, sitting in her bed with her newborn son in her arms. She looked up and smiled at us.

„Rebecca. Link. You came.“

I hugged her. „Of course we did. I‘m just sorry that I completely missed my opportunity to prepare gifts for your little one.“ With that, I placed the rattle and the blanket on the bedside table.

„Well, he‘ll be around for a while, so there‘s still time“, she joked, rocking Jalon in her arms. „These are fine, don‘t worry! Thank you so much.“

Link stepped closer, Gareth in his arms. „Congratulations, Malon.“

„Thank you, Fairyboy“, she replied. „I see you brought Gareth.“

„Sorry about that, but my parents were busy and we couldn‘t find another babysitter on such short notice“, I explained. Then I gently took Gareth‘s hand and waved it at Jalon. „Say ‚Hello‘, Gareth!“

„Ahh ohhh!“, Gareth replied, trying and failing to copy the sounds that came out of my mouth and causing us all to giggle.

We stayed for a bit, talking to Malon and Matthias, before Malon grew tired and we had to bid our goodbyes, so she could rest.

Once we were back home at the city, I started to prepare supper while Link was playing with Gareth. The whole time, I couldn‘t stop smiling to myself. A new life being brought into the world was such a beautiful thing… a myriad of possibilities for little Jalon to grow up. And maybe he and Gareth would be as close as Malon and I were.

Two more months passed, during which we just went about our normal business. We occasionally visited Zelda in the castle and checked up on the progress of our new house, or visited Talon, Malon, Matthias and Jalon at LonLon Ranch.

The heat of summer faded, and a noticable chill in the air announced the arrival of autumn. Gareth was now almost nine months old, and Link and I were happier than ever.

Then, in the middle of autumn, we received word that our new home was ready.

We hadn‘t visited Zelda for a few weeks because she was busy with her royal duties, so we hadn‘t had the opportunity to see the house since the topping out ceremony. And so we hadn‘t known what to expect.

It was a large farmhouse, similar to the main building at LonLon-Ranch, but bigger with a facade of wooden beams and white clay. It had two stories, like our old house, but the second floor seemed to be a bit smaller than the first floor to make room for a roof-terrace. Next to the building stood a smaller, wooden building with two entrances; one accessible from the outside and one leading to a large fenced pasture.

Worked into the clay wall above the front door was the crest of the royal family; the Loftwing with the Triforce between its wings. Why would Zelda tell the builders to put this there?

My eyes widened. This was no house, this was an estate!

„There you are!“ The foreman, a large, middle aged man, approached us. „Whaddaya say? Her Majesty didn‘t have much to say about the specifics, she just told us to make it big for you. Furniture an‘ all is already included. I dunno who ye are, but the Queen sure seems to like ya a bunch if she gifts so sumthin like this! I hadta make all of my boys work day n‘ night to get it done in time!“

„It‘s beautiful!“, I said, trying to keep my voice under control so I wouldn‘t squeal like a delighted child.

„Well… about the furniture...“, Link began hesitantly.

„Dontcha worry ‚bout a thing, forest boy! Her Majesty told us to make the furniture look forest-y for ye.“

„She did? That‘s great!“ Link took my hand. „Come on, let‘s take a look inside!“

The first floor consisted of the kitchen, with a stove, stone-oven and sink, dining area with a huge treestump serving as the table, a living area with a fireplace, a couch and two armchairs and two staircases, one leading down into the cellar, where the food-storage was, and the other leading up to the second floor. And while the furniture was very forest-y, as the foreman had so eloquently put it, it was at the same time definitely not the same. There were elaborate swirly-patterns carved into the bark of the furniture. The floor of the living area was covered in a carpet that, in work that must have taken ages, had a pattern of lighter and darker greens, yellows, browns and reds stitched into it to make it look like the forest floor covered in foliage. And above the fireplace the builders had mounted a Hylian Shield with two swords crossed behind it. There were racks for displaying weapons at the wall.

We continued upstairs, and found ourselves in a hallway with five doors. The one up ahead led to the a large bedroom. As the bed in our old home had been, the new bed was cut from a single, huge tree. And that tree must have been truly enormous, because it was also at least twice as big as the old bed. And it had a canopy made of pieces of fabric cut to look like leaves. On both sides of the bed were small tables made form the stumps of slightly smaller trees, and on the other side of the room were a basin for washing and a door that led to a walk-in closet. The floor was covered with the same kind of carpet we had seen in the living area. And above the bed, again, was the crest of the royal family.

The next room was the one adjacent to this one. It was a bathroom with a huge tub, big enough to fit in at least five people. And to my joy I discovered that they had actually hooked us up to the water-system of Hyrule, something which only high nobility could afford under normal circumstances. So we also had a proper toilet, and there was a fireplace underneath the tub so we could heat up the water in it.

The tub itself was made of ceramics, with intricate patters worked into it in beaten gold.

The next room was Gareth‘s nursery. The crib was in the middle; a loverly bed with the same forest design most of the other furniture had. There was a crib-mobile fastened on the ceiling above it, with tiny horses and cows dangling from strings. On one side of the room, there was a large chest filled to the brim with toys.

The remaining room was empty, so we would have to come up with a use for it.

To say that I was overwhelmed as we concluded our tour of the house would have put it mildly. Sure, I had been a guest at the castle for extended periods of time before, but being a guest in a luxurious place and actually owning one were two completely different beasts. I felt dizzy, so Link led me to one of the armchairs downstairs and urged me to sit down.

„Well this is… certainly a house“, I said carefully.

„It is“, Link confirmed, his voice giving no indication of his actual feelings about this place.

„So…“, I said. „What now?“

Link sighed, rubbing his eyes. „I… suppose there are a few things in our old house that we could use over here. Most of our clothes, for example. And after that, we could sell it. Or maybe rent it out. I still have plenty of rupees left, but a steady source of income would be nice.“

„And we have to get Epona and Glory over here“, I added.

Link and I looked at each other and let out a deep sigh. This house would take some getting used to.

We left the house for a bit to go fetch our possessions from our old place. Clothes, weapons, Gareth‘s toys and of course our horses. It was already late evening when everything was packed away and Epona and Glory had been introduced to their new home.

We were just about to retire to our bedroom when someone knocked on our door.

„Did we invite anyone?“, I asked, puzzled.

„Not that I know of.“ Link got up and answered.

A few moments later, Zelda stepped into the living area, weaking a black cloak over her finery so she wouldn‘t be spotted so easily. „Hello, you two! I just wanted to come by and see how you liked your new home!“

„It‘s so big“, I replied, accepting her warm, welcoming hug. „And luxurious.“

„The two of you deserve no less. The people of Hyrule may have forgotten what you have done for the kingdom. But I haven‘t.“ She lightly kissed my cheek, though I couldn‘t help but notice how close to the corner of my mouth that kiss ended up. She then hugged Link and gave him the same kind of kiss; mostly on the cheek but very close to the corner of his mouth.

I nodded in the direction of the fireplace. „Why don‘t you have a seat? Would you like something to drink? Link and I just drank some tea, and the water should still be hot.“

„Tea sounds lovely right now, thank you.“

Link took Zelda‘s cloak while I walked into the kitchen, getting out one of our finest teacups and prepared some tea for Zelda. When I returned to the living area, she had settled into one of the armchairs, while Link sat on the couch. I handed the cup to Zelda and then sat down next to my husband. Zelda was just about to speak when something, or rather someone, tugged at her skirt. With a smile, she reached down and lifted Gareth onto her lap. „Hello there, little one. Did you come to say hello to your dear auntie Zelda?“ Then she stopped for a moment. „...Goddesses, that just made me sound terribly old, didn‘t it?“ Then she shook her head. „No wonder, though. I feel like I have aged ten years since my coronation.“

„Even if you did, you‘d still be pretty far from old“, I remarked.

Zelda lightly pinched Gareth‘s rosy cheek. „The ministers are starting to pester me about marriage.“ She pulled a face, causing Gareth to giggle, and said in a mocking imitation of a typical aristocrat‘s voice:„It doesn‘t have to be a king, Your Majesty. Of course we wouldn‘t insinuate that you aren‘t perfectly capable of ruling Hyrule on your own, Your Majesty. But you should at least take a royal consort who can give you an heir, so the kingdom isn‘t left leaderless incase something happens to you.“ She sighed and continued in her normal voice:„They are correct, of course. But it‘s hard to agree to a marriage born out of politics or convenience when I know how happy marriages out of love can be.“ With that, she cast her sad gaze at us.

I blushed and at the same time felt tears sting in my eyes. I felt no guilt over being Link‘s wife anymore. But I felt for Zelda.

Then I had an idea. „...does your heir have to be the result of a marriage?“

Zelda tilted her head to the side. „No, I suppose not. Since the father would actually be quite irrelevant. Why do you ask?“

My heart stung, but I turned to Link. „Link, you love Zelda, don‘t you?“

Link blushed and looked at me with wide eyes. „What? I… I love you, more than anything, and my feelings for Zelda-“

„Link, I am not doubting your fidelity. You love Zelda. Hell, both of us do! And we can help her right now.“ Then I looked to Zelda again. „...if you will agree with that plan, Zelda.“

Zelda looked at both of us with her mouth hanging open. „You… would do that?“ Once the initial shock had worn off, she looked off to the side. „I couldn‘t do that to you, Rebecca. For that, I cherish you too much. If we‘re doing this… then it‘s going to be all three of us.“

My heart skipped a beat, and my face flushed red. „All three of us?“

She leaned forward, suddenly smiling. „I wouldn‘t be the first Queen of Hyrule to have multiple lovers.“

„Lovers…?“, I muttered, feeling my blush deepen.

Zelda slightly shook her head. „I thought you would have noticed by now. How I have come to love you as much as I love Link.“

„Zelda...“

Link got up. „This is absolutely insane.“ Then he smiled. „Insane enough to be the perfect plan for the three of us. Let‘s put Gareth to bed and then retire to the master bedroom.“

I could barely contain the flurry of emotions within me as we entered the bedroom. Lacings were undone, tunics and underclothes dropped to the floor with barely a whisper of sound, and before I knew it, Zelda was on top of me on the bed, her erect nipples grazing against mine as she kissed me. I moaned into her mouth as her fingers found my most sensitive spot and began to circle around it, enough to tease and arouse, but not enough to satisfy.

Link was breathing heavily, just looking at us touching each other, before approaching and putting his hands on Zelda‘s hips. He let his hands run up and down her thighs, then slipped one of them between her legs and followed the glistening slit of her vagina. She tensed a little and moaned, but never stopped stimulating me, even though I was already dripping wet and loudly groaning for more.

Once Link found Zelda ready, he put his hands back on her hips. „I‘m… I‘m going to put it in now, Zelda.“

She half turned to him. „Go right ahead.“

Nothing could have prepared me for the rush of arousal I felt when I saw Link push forward into Zelda‘s body, and the feeling of her tair tickling my breasts as she pressed her face onto my chest. Seeing two people I loved so consumed in pleasure was indiscribable. And the whole time, Zelda didn‘t stop touching me. I felt my orgasm approach and moved against her fingers. As much as I would have loved to feel Link inside of me at that moment, her fingers felt amazing. I reached down, finding the bundle of nerves between her legs, and began rubbing it with the rhythm of Link‘s thrusts. Zelda dissolved into a sweaty, moaning mess and screamed into my breasts as she finally unravelled. Link cried out in pleasure and spilled himself into her. Both sank down on me, panting and exhausted.

I wasn‘t quite satisfied yet, but this evening wasn‘t about me. So I just watched them gather themselves. Zelda was the first one to regain her voice.

„It seems that you didn‘t get your due, Rebecca“, she mumbled, tracing the outline of my breasts with her index finger.

„It‘s fine“, I assured her.

„Absolutely not.“ She slid behind me, pulling my legs open so I was all but presenting my intimate zone to Link. „Look at her, Link. How can you say no to that?“

Link lifted his index finger to ask us to wait. „Give… give me a moment.“

„Suit yourself.“ And while we were waiting for Link to recover, Zelda stroked my breasts and kissed the base of my neck. „You have an amazing body, Rebecca. Even after giving birth, you‘re still so beautiful.“

„Nothing can beat your beauty“, I said in a low voice. „You seem quite comfortable with yourself. Have you done this before?“

„Not with other people.“ She kissed my earlobe. „But a good Queen knows to feign confidence.“

„Hmmmm...“

Meanwhile, Link turned to us again, his member once again standing proud.

I cried out as he pushed into me. And clung to him, even while Zelda was kissing me and egging us on. But Link was still exhausted, and I had been on the verge of climax anyway, so that second round didn‘t last long. At the end of it, the three of us crawled under the bedsheets; Zelda in the middle and Link and I snuggled up to her sides. Link and I rested our entwined hands on her stomach, and huddled together like that, we soon fell asleep.

#The Legend of Zelda #Another Life Fic #Lemon #OC

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Chapter 38: Happy Days

We returned to our home in the city after the party. For the first time in what seemed like years. And after that, everything seemed to go back to the way it was. Link made a full recovery, I continued to attend my fighting lessons at Ashanti‘s school once a week, during which I would leave Gareth in either Link‘s or Sanna‘s care, and worked on Malon‘s wedding dress. Navi soon left us to return to the forest, promising to come back if we ever needed her. The chill of winter slowly faded into the gentle warmth of spring, which was then replaced by the heat of summer approaching. And when the first day of summer arrived, I spotted a familiar wagon while out shopping.

Link and I were walking side by side, talking about whatever trivial things came to our minds. Link was holding Gareth and I carried the basket. While I let my eyes wander over the stalls on the marketplace, I stopped and called out:„Jenna!“ Link must have heard the excitement in my voice, because he gave me a puzzled look. „Why are you so excited about her being here?“ Oh right. I hadn‘t told him. And he would have to wait for an explanation. I just grabbed his sleeve and tugged him towards Jenna‘s wagon. „Come, let‘s go say hello to her!“ Gareth, sensing my excitement, cooed and stretched his tiny hands out towards where we were headed. He was four months old now and much more aware of his sorroundings. Jenna poked her head out of the wagon when she heard my voice, and gave me an annoyed look, until she saw Link. She gave him her usual bright smile and waved him over. „Link!“ Link looked at me doubtfully. „What...“ „I‘ll explain it later“, I assured him and stepped in front of Jenna. „Hello, Jenna. Good to see you again. How have your travels been?“ Both Link and Jenna seemed equally baffled by my cheerful attitude. They looked at each other, then at me. „It‘s been… nice. Always good to see a lot of the world“, she sputtered, caught completely off guard. „That‘s good to hear. Hey, Link and I were planning to make baked salmon for supper. Why don‘t you join us, so you can tell us all about what you were up to?“ She looked at Link again. „Sure. I‘d love to.“ „Great! See you at six!“

„What was that?“, Link questioned as we moved on, occasionally stopping in front of stalls to browse their wares. „I met Jenna in the erased future“, I replied, and then explained what had happened. Link was quiet for a long time after I finished, just silently rocking Gareth in his arms. Then he finally asked:„So you think you can become friends with her now, based on what you experienced during your time-travel.“ „I know I can. Jenna has a good heart.“

That evening, just when I got the salmon out of the oven, there was a knock at our door. Link went to open, and a few seconds later Jenna stepped into our dining area. She wore an exquisite blue dress made of silk, with a low neckline and fine embroidery on the seams. Her hair was done up in a crownbraid. „Ah, just in time!“ I placed the food down on the dinnertable. „Make yourself comfortable!“ She sat down at the table, still looking at me suspiciously, before she turned to Link. „Oh, your house is beautiful, Link! It must be so nice to live here!“ „It is.“ „Though I kind of expected you to have a bigger home“, she continued. Before Link could answer, Gareth, who was sitting in a crib we had placed in the dining area so he could sit with us while we ate, started fussing. I took him into my arms and rocked him until he calmed down. Jenna slowly turned her head to look at him. „...Is this your child?“ „Yes“, Link replied, his chest positively swelling with pride. „That‘s my son.“ I could almost see Jenna‘s heart break. She looked at the toddler in my arms with her mouth slightly open as if to say something. I wanted to comfort her. To say, or do anything to make her feel better. So impulsively, I stretched out my arms. „Do you want to hold him?“ She swallowed, but took Gareth, holding him close to her chest. „So cute“, she mumbled. „I wonder what you would look like if I was your mother.“ I reached over, but only to stroke Gareth‘s cheek as he dozed in Jenna‘s arms. „I‘m sure you‘d have the prettiest babies, Jenna.“ She looked at me, bit her lip and looked away. „Well I guess we‘ll never know.“ With that, she carefully placed Gareth back in the crib and started eating. After a while of quietly enjoying our meal, I tried to get the conversation going again:„So where have you been, Jenna? You were gone for almost a year, so it must have been far away.“ „I went to a lot of different places“, she replied, pulling the fish apart with her fork. „I went back home for a while, and then travelled through the Faron region just east of Hyrule‘s border. Have you ever been there?“ I sighed wistfully. „Unfortunately not. The only time I ever left Hyrule was not too long ago, while I was… looking for someone.“ Link and I exchanged a quick look. „But even then, I was still fairly close to the border.“ „Oh, Faron is a beautiful region. Most of the trees there are palm trees, and you can find all kinds of exotic fruit and animals if you know where to look. But it‘s also fairly dangerous. There are thunderstorms every other day… the locals say it‘s because there‘s a dragon living in the region. I never saw it, though.“ Jenna‘s demeanor had brightened considerably. „And what about your homeland? What was it called? The Great Lebian Coast? Where is that?“, I asked further. „It‘s very far to the west. You see, north of the Haunted Wasteland lies a region covered in snow, called Hebra. Now if you go further west, you eventually cross the border to Labrynna, and right behind Labrynna is where the Great Lebian Coast is.“ In between two bites of potatoes, she continued:„I technically still own my parent‘s farm, but I was so lonely living there alone and I couldn‘t run it all by myself. That‘s why I became a merchant. I hoped that travelling around would help me… find a good husband. Someone to continue my family‘s legacy with.“ „I‘m sure you will find someone eventually“, Link said with a smile. „You are a sweet girl, Jenna. Someday, someone will see that.“

As the night went on, Jenna told us more about the many places she had visited. Countries I had never even heard about, with odd people and even odder costums. And the more I heard, the more I wished to travel myself. When it was finally time to say goodbye, Jenna was smiling at us. „Thank you for the invitation.“ „You‘re welcome. And feel free to visit us whenever you like while you‘re in the city.“

I didn‘t have much time to think about travelling after that. The days leading up to Malon‘s wedding were busy, to say the least. As the matron of honor, I was in charge of most of the preparations. I helped the bridesmaids decorate, I oversaw the preparation of the food, and I finished Malon‘s dress and veil just in time. She looked beautiful in it, like a princess. „Matthias will love this“, I told her as I finished some adjustments due to her advanced pregnancy. „I know I do“, she replied, a bit misty-eyed. „Thank you, Rebecca.“ I lightly booped her nose. „Anything for you.“

And then, finally, the day had come. I held back tears as I saw Malon walk down the aisle, holding onto the arm of her father, while Matthias beamed at her. I had made sure that LonLon Ranch was properly decorated. Flowers of all colours were wound around the arch, and the aisle was covered in petals. For this day, the ranch had been turned into a fairlytale bathed in flowers. Once Talon handed her over to Matthias, I took Malon‘s bouquet and listened to the words of the priest. It was the same kind of sermon he had giving during my wedding; the standard for most couples. Malon and Matthias were looking at each other the whole time, as if only they existed in their own little world. „I, Malon, take you, Matthias to be my lawfully wedded husband...“ „To love, to cherish… „...in sickness and in health...“ „...until death do us part.“ They exchanged the rings, and then kissed. The whole wedding party cheered, some were crying. Talon was probably the loudest, blowing his nose into his hankerchief.

The reception afterward quickly became a big party, with all of the guests drinking and dancing. I mostly stood by the side with Link, watching everyone have a good time. At this point, I was quite happy just watching. I was exhausted from the preparations, but it felt good to see everything come together in the end. Link took my hand. „Reminds me of our wedding. Our reception wasn‘t quite as lively, though.“ „Well… we kinda got married in a rush because of the approaching war.“ He nodded thoughtfully. „Do you think we should have another wedding? A proper one this time?“ „I mean, we could technically renew our vows at some point… but I think it‘s a bit early for that.“ „That‘s true. Maybe a few years down the road, then.“ Now that I was finally a bit calmer, I looked over to him. „Actually… there‘s something I wanted to talk about.“ He raised his eyebrow. „Oh?“ I was quiet for a moment, not quite able to find the right words. But then I just blurted out:„I want to go travelling!“ „Travelling? But what about our home? What about Gareth?“ „We can take him along. He can grow up seeing all kinds of different places.“ I held onto Link‘s hand, begging for him to understand. „I‘m not saying we should leave Hyrule forever. Just… see a bit more of the world. Without the threat of certain doom constantly on our minds.“ He took a deep breath. „I… I‘d be lying if I said that I haven‘t thought about this before. But are you sure?“ „Absolutely!“ I insisted. „All of the places Jenna mentioned… and much more! I want to see them all with my own two eyes!“ This was ridiculous. I felt like a child begging for candy. Link thought for a few more seconds. „...We‘ll have to wait until after the coronation and then ask Zelda what she thinks about it. It may be an unofficial title, but I‘m still the protector of Hyrule.“ That sure as hell didn‘t bother you when you left ten years ago, I though but didn‘t say it out loud. I didn‘t want to start a lover‘s spat at my best friend‘s wedding. Speaking of best friend, Malon walked up to us, a wide grin on her face. „Hey there! I hope you enjoy the party!“ „Sure we do, Malon“, I assured her. „What about you?“ „Oh it is everything I ever dreamed of.“ She hugged me and kissed my cheek. „Thank you, Rebecca.“

The coronation was not long after the wedding. Link and I were standing in the throne room, somewhat off to the side, while we watched Zelda walk down the red carpet up to the throne her father used to occupy. She now wore an elaborate gown of white and purple, with the emblem of the royal family stitched down the front of her skirt. It was noon, and the sun‘s rays that were falling through the window above the throne hit her hair and almost made it look like she had a halo around her head. The sages were gathered around the throne, as they would be her vassals during her reign. She bowed before them, and they reciprocated; a sign of mutual respect. Rauru stepped forth. „Zelda, once Princess of Hyrule, do you vow to protect Hyrule and its people?“ „I do“, she replied. „Do you vow to keep the peace, to rule justly and with mercy?“ „I do“, she replied again. Now Rauru turned around. „Will the representatives of the races lend our new Queen their power?“ „By lake and stream, sea and river, us, the Zora, will grant Her Majesty our loyalty“, Princess Ruto replied. „By mountain and hill, rock and stone, us, the Gorons, will grant Her Majesty our strength“, Darunia added, pounding his fist against his chest for emphasis. „By darkness and shadow, by secrets to be kept, us, the Sheikah, will grant Her Majesty our protection.“ Impa gave a small smile as she said that. „By forest and meadow, and all things green, us, the Kokiri, will grant Her Majesty our friendship.“ Saria beamed up at Zelda. It was good to see how much the once so reclusive Kokiri had become part of the kingdom. „By sand and spirit, blood and steel, us, the Gerudo, will grant Her Majesty our support.“ Rauru nodded, then turned to Zelda again. „And I, Rauru, grant Her Majesty the blessing of both her ancestors and the Goddesses they served. May Her reign be long and prosperous.“ He took the crown that had been resting on a small table next to him, and gently put it on Zelda‘s head. The gemstone on the middle of the piece flared up in the sunlight, and Zelda turned to the people. The hall erupted into cheering, its echo so deafening that I had to cover my ears. But I smiled. Zelda would be a wonderful Queen.

The coronation party lasted for hours, which Link and I spent dancing and talking to the sages. But once it all died down and people started to go home, we could finally catch Zelda alone. „There you are!“, she said. Then she looked around. „I hope you enjoyed the celebration.“ „It was grand, Your Majesty“, I replied, not sure if I could still call her Zelda now that she was Queen. „Rebecca“, she said gently, taking my hands. „It‘s still me. I‘m still your friend. Me being Queen doesn‘t change anything.“ Then she leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on my cheek. She smelled sweet. Of lilac and roses. „There‘s actually something we wanted to talk to you about“, Link said, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. „Rebecca and I have been thinking about going travelling for a while.“ It wasn‘t hard to see that this revelation hit her. „You want to leave? Now?“ „Not… now. There‘s still a lot to be prepared. But sometime within the next year.“ „What about your son? And your home? What about m-… “ She stopped, stuttered a bit. „What about Hyrule? Link, you are our most powerful warrior. What if something happens while you‘re gone?“ „We won‘t be gone for long“, Link promised. „We‘ll be back before you know it. With a lot of new stories to tell.“ Zelda faltered. „I can‘t stop you, can I? No. You were always a restless spirit, Link. Alright then. But do stay in touch.“ „We will“, I promised and kissed her hand. „We will always return to you. No matter how far away the wind takes us.“

#The Legend of Zelda #Another Life #fanfiction #OC

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