#i have no idea where this came from

[randombikite]

I completely forgot to post this but a while ago I had an idea - IEYTD but like one of those dating sims - so here!

Also one without my Phoenix so, if you want to, feel free to draw your Phoenix in (Please tag me if you do! I love seeing people’s designs)

I will definitely be doing more of these with other characters!

[metathefool]

“Haha, Jonathan, I am perpetuating the Cycle of Abuse”

[theglamorousferal]

Persephone's Binding Part 1

Hardcover/Anger Management ship Sacrificial Bride au

AO3 Prompt Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Fuck me, that's what I get for not wearing my helmet tonight. Jason came to with numb hands and legs, burning shoulders, a gag tight in his mouth, and a pounding headache. His ears rang and a groan escaped his throat before he could keep quiet. He slowly cracked an eye open and when he wasn't blinded took stock of the situation he was in. He was kneeling, tied to a post behind him and in the middle of what appeared to be a magic circle of some kind. At the edges of the circle there were candles, a bright Lazarus green, and beyond that were robed figures.

Great, cultists. Perfect. The ringing in his ears started to fade as chanting filled the room. After the first repetition of unfamiliar words the flames of each candle one by one turned black, and once it came around, the edges of the circle started to glow bright green. The glow followed the path written in what Jason assumed was blood until the entire thing was glowing bright enough that Jason had to squint to try and make out any of the symbols and commit them to memory, any little thing could be a clue after all.

As the chanting got louder and louder, the glow shone brighter and brighter. He could feel a build up of energy and his hair began to stand on end like lightning was about to strike. The light became blinding and the pressure in the air built up until he felt he couldn't breathe, he could smell ozone in the air and suddenly the light returned to normal, he collapsed forward and his cheek hit carpet.

"Oh my Ancients! Are you alright?" He heard a feminine voice say and let out a pitiful groan. "That's probably a dumb question, one second let me grab something to cut those ropes and I'll help you up."

He heard shuffling and opened his eyes to a purple shag carpet with the magic circled burned into it and registered the ozone scent shifted to a burning smell. He tried moving his arms and yelped in response. He heard a thud and a quiet curse as his apparent savior stopped rifling through their drawers with a quiet "Aha!" He turned his head towards the sound and his mind stuttered to a halt for a moment.

Stood there, with a sword at least as long as the Demon Spawn is tall, was a woman Jason would expect to find in Themyscira. She stood almost seven feet tall with long red hair pulled back into a high ponytail braid, a helm-like crown adorning her head. Muscled shoulders had a black capelet from one and a pauldron on the other. She wore golden bracers like Wonder Woman on her forearms and armor similar in shape, but black with a symbol blazoned across the chest, under the armor she wore a teal toga. He turned his attention to her face and found a sheepish expression in those teal eyes.

"I absolutely forgot I had my sword with me today because of the council meeting. Let me just-" she quickly strode forward and cut first his feet and then his hands free, and after giving up on the knot, carefully cut the gag from his mouth. She knelt down and helped him to sit more comfortably. "Do you think you can make it to the couch? it's very comfy, I use it when I need a break between council meetings."

Jason tried standing and his legs protested feeling like pins and needles and tv static. He shook his head and she nodded thinking to herself. "Okay then, here."

Jason blue-screened as he realized he was suddenly being held in a bridal carry by this woman like it was nothing. He blushed from his neck to the tips of his ears as she carried him to her honest to god fainting couch and placed him upon it like a swooning maiden.

"So, um, hi, my name is Jasmine, please just call me Jazz regardless of whatever you hear anyone else here call me. Do you need some water? I'm gonna order some water, and some painkillers maybe? Honestly, I'm just gonna ask them to send one of the yeti healers to take a look at you and I'll need to ask someone who can read ghost speak to translate whatever brought you here." She rambled and made her way to one of the doors and spoke with someone just outside.

Jason laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling and trying to get himself focused on the situation at hand. So facts so far: he was just used as a sacrifice of some kind, he was teleported somewhere unknown to him at this moment, and whoever he was sacrificed to seems to be some form of royalty and was arguably the most attractive and so far kind woman he's ever met. He nodded to himself and carefully pealed the red domino mask from his face.

"Jason." He said to her as she turned back to him after closing the door. She stopped for a moment, eyes wide. "My name, it's Jason."

She blushed a moment. "Right, yes, nice to meet you Jason, I wish it was under literally any other circumstances." She said walking forward to shake his hand.

"So, uh, where are we?" He asked, gesturing to what Jason assumed was a window, but wasn't certain because the sky was green and purple and had floating doors and islands in it.

She closed her eyes and seemed to take a fortifying breath. "Right. What do you know about the supernatural, besides the obvious that apparently magic circles work?"

Jason thought about what he could say here. Should he bring up his time in the All Caste? Should he bring up the Lazarus pits? I don't know enough about the situation yet. "I know that magic is real, kinda hard not to what with heroes like Zattana and Raven making headlines and the fact the city I live in is hella cursed."

He watched some tension leave her shoulders, but not all the way. "Good, I won't have to go over that particular world-shattering revelation, though I'll probably ask you more about those heroes you were talking about, I haven't heard of them." Jason was stunned for a moment, but she continued. "We are in a sort of, Between. We are in the Infinite Realms, the existence between existences. The Infinite Realms is the space between the dimensions of the multiverse. We are currently in the castle of the ruler of the Infinite Realms, more specifically my office." She hesitated before continuing. " I'm, sort of, the Queen Regent actually." She said embarrassed.

Jason processed that for a moment, and she let him. So, the multiverse is real, and he was apparently just sacrificed to the ruler of the dimension between dimensions. She let him sit with that information, letting him come up with his own questions, when there was a knock at the door.

"Excuse me your majesty, you called for a healer and scholar? I had not left yet from the earlier council meeting and figured I could be of assistance." A tall yeti with ice for one of his arms and frozen horns atop his head appeared in the doorway. What also appeared seemed to be a literal skeleton that pushed a tea cart with a pitcher of water and little finger sandwiches on it into the room and left again.

"Frostbite! Perfect, first, can you take a look at Jason, he was apparently sacrificed and judging from the blood in his hair he at least has a head injury. Then the circle he appeared in burned itself into the carpet, I'm still not great at reading ghost speak, especially in an older dialect, I can't figure out what it says." Jazz spoke in a rush as she walked toward the cart to get some water for Jason.

Frostbite had a kind smile as he turned to Jason and pulled out a first aid kit from seemingly nowhere. "Yes, hello, you must be Jason. How are you feeling? What hurts in particular?" Jason went along with the examination, and gladly accepted the glass of water from Jazz as she handed it to him. "Well it looks to me like you mostly just need to rest and maybe take some painkillers. Here," The yeti carefully handed him a small cup with two over-the-counter pain pills in it. "Alright, now let's take a look at this circle!" He stood to his full height, carefully ducking to avoid knocking his horns on the chandelier. He observed it for a moment, humming to himself from time to time. "Right, so this appears to be a binding ritual, somehow tied to the Solstice celebrations. Typically it entwines the soul of the sacrifice to the being they were sacrificed to. Somewhere in the archives there is likely more information about it, but you'll probably have to spend quite some time searching."

Jazz looked pained for a moment. "Okay, do you think it can be broken?" Her face showed hope, but with an underlay of resignation.

Frostbite thought for a moment. "There are some, though most are permanent. I can send over some of my scholars to help locate the correct ritual, I would suggest asking the Master of Time as he would know for certain, but you know how they can be." He straightened before bowing to both Jazz and Jason. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Queen Regent and Lord Jason, I must make my way back to the Far Frozen to gather those to help your search. Good day." With that, the yeti left the two of them alone.

Jazz sighed heavily and put her face in her hands. She growled, frustrated, before she straightened after having made a decision. "Okay, so you're probably going to be staying her for a little while while we figure all this out. Let me show you to a room so you can rest a bit, and I'll have one of my aides bring you some clothes so yours can get washed too."

She led him through the passageways of the gothic castle, it's black stone bricks and tapestries of silver seeming to glow. They stopped at the third of a row of doors and went inside. The room was large, twenty-foot ceilings and a bay window with a sitting nook framed by two large bookcases stood across the room. A massive bed with an intricate quilt portraying what seemed to be a battle between supernatural entities was braced against one wall with a grand fireplace on the opposite wall.

"The door to the left of the fireplace leads to the bathroom, the first thing I did when I took over was make sure there was hot water and large soaking tubs in all the bedrooms here. There should be bathrobes of varying sizes in the closet that offshoots the bathroom. If you need anything, I'm probably going to be in my office for the next few hours and there is always the bell by the door for stuff like, food or whatever. Um, I guess I'll leave you to it?" She shuffled nervously out the door, leaving him standing there, hand half raised in an awkward wave goodbye.

He chuckled to himself for a moment before striding over to the bed and sitting down to start unstrapping his body armor and boots. Once stripped to his boxers, he made his way to the bathroom and was pleasantly surprised to find not only a large soaking tub, but also a shower with a bench to sit. He quickly showered all the grime from the last few hours from his body, careful to get the matted blood in his hair untangled. Once finished, he started filling the tub before walking towards the closet where he found not only bathrobes, but also bath salts and bath bombs. Deciding to indulge, he grabbed one of each in similar enough scents and dropped both into the bath tub before easing himself into the hot water. He hissed at the temperature before it started easing the aches across all his muscles. He shut off the faucet and then leaned back and allowed himself to think.

So, he thought, I am in an alternate dimension, in the castle of the extremely attractive Queen Regent of said dimension, and my soul is apparently bound to her for the foreseeable future. He thunked his head on the walls of the tub contemplating the facts laid before him. He startled, shooting forward with his back straight.

"Wait a minute!" He said to himself. "Wait a god damned minute!" He smacked his forehead with his hand and ran it through his hair. "I'm in a romance novel plotline! Bound to an entity of unknown power against my will, but the entity is actually a kind and beautiful woman! Holy shit! I can't screw this up!"

Decision made, Jason Peter Todd, closeted romance novel enthusiast, began to plan.

[cosmosnout]

Uta redesign (I set her free from her crooked bangs)

[djarinova]

╰─▸ ❝ Levi Ackerman ❞ ˋ*ੈ*⁀➷

content - gn reader has passed out (unspecified reason), levi is worried for them + cares for them when they wake

words - 700

"look at me." levi whispers, his voice strained. he presses a cold compress to your head, beads of water trickle down his hands and his fingertips feel numb from the iciness, but he hasn't dared to move since you fell. the fear for your wellbeing eating him alive, rooting him to the spot next to you.

your eyes flutter, barely open long enough for you to get a glimpse of the man above you.

"angel, please, i need you to look at me." levi pleads, his free hand is clamped down on your upper arm, hard enough that you'd feel the need to scold him if you were more awake.

your eyes flutter again, but this time you manage to force them to stay open. the light floods your sight and you try to move a hand up to block the bright beams that hit you, but you find that your arms are achy, and when you try to move them they feel more like dead weight than something attached to your body.

"wha—" you begin, but levi cuts you off before you have the chance to say more.

"don't speak. i need you to take a sip from this glass of water, angel. can you sit up?”

you hum, but when you try to follow through on levi's request your head spins. you had managed to sit halfway up by yourself, but you fell backwards again as soon as you reached level head height with levi—who was still knelt next to you, the compress discarded and his other hand pressed firmly on your lower back.

“it's okay, it's okay, take your time.” levi’s voice soothes your racing thoughts, but you can hear the worry slip through the cracks, the recognisable signs of tension on his face are noticeable now that you have your eyes trained on him, and it makes you feel unreasonably guilty.

“im sorry.” you whisper, your voice small. but levi isn't having it, he shakes his head at you, gently pushing your back upwards and towards him so that you can lean your body against his for support.

“don't be silly. now drink this.”

levi brings the glass to your lips, and you shakily rest your hands on top of his, taking small sips of the icy cool liquid. you hear gentle whispers of encouragement from the man next to you, which brings a slight smile to your lips.

levi brings the glass away from you after only a few sips, not wanting to overdo it, and he places the glass on the ground next to his leg.

he wraps his arms around you, pulling you slowly towards his chest. his mind is beginning to settle now that you are conscious and talking again, but he can still feel remnants of his anxiety clawing its way through his head, the terror not yet subsiding completely, and his need to have you as close to his body as he can overwhelms him.

he presses a hand to your forehead, testing your temperature. when he finds that you're not burning up he takes a small breath of relief, and he allows himself a minute reprive from worrying as he buries his face in your hair. while taking your hand in his, he begins to rub circles on your thumb, and you hum at the contact. levi welcomes this reminder that you're okay, and he takes another breath of relief.

“you scared me for a moment there.” levi murmurs against your head. you feel his arms tighten around your body, and your eyes squeeze shut at the comforting contact. you bring the hand still clasped by levis upwards, and place a soft kiss to the back of it.

“i know. I'm sorry.” you whisper in return.

the two of you sit like that on the floor for what feels like hours, levi doesn't dare move you and you can't bring yourself to ask him to, since he seems wracked with his own guilt and worry. so you sit, wrapped in his embrace, occasionally taking sips of water—the ice long since melted.

[shiganshinaslut]

18+||MINORS DNI

Need to hear Gojo whining and whimpering borderline obnoxiously loud while he watches how his cock slowly slides in and out of me. He can’t help it, it just feels sooo good n the sight turns him on so much :(

[writeforfandoms]

Thinking about Gaz and a partner with anxiety

Gaz would be patient. He wouldn't mind reminding you that he loves you, however often you need to hear it. He'd learn all of your cues - how you sat a little apart when your insecurities were giving you trouble, how you looked down or away more, the anxious fidgeting of your fingers.

He learns to read the signs, and learns what you need. You need hugs? Man becomes an octopus. Just try to get him off. You need weight? You've got a brand new weighted blanket the next day, and Gaz is more than happy to lay on you and cuddle when you want.

And when you have trouble while he's gone? When he can't respond to texts or calls?

Don't worry, he thought of that too.

He leaves sticky notes for you across the flat. One on the bathroom mirror that reminds you he finds you stunning. One on the fridge reminding you to eat something, at least daily. In your shared bedroom, he sticks them multiple places, anywhere from three to twelve sticky notes that just say "I love you". He even leaves voice recordings for you on your phone, so you can hear him say it, can hear the sincerity in his voice.

He never holds bad days against you. He just promises that he'll always be there, putting himself between you and your demons, giving you time and safety to rest.

[steveshairychest]

Eddie wakes up to the phone in the trailer ringing non-stop. Everytime he thinks the person has given up the phone immediately starts ringing again. He groans loudly into his pillow when it starts ringing for a 5th time and angrily makes his way into the kitchen.

"What?!" He demands angrily, not really caring who it is. It's 8am on a god damn Saturday he should still be in bed asleep.

"Eddie! Hi, good morning! Can you take us to the pool?" Eddie pulls the phone away from his ear and stares down at it as if Dustin could actually see the seething glare Eddie is giving him. "Please! Steve is working as a lifeguard so he can't take us. Please!!" He can hear Lucas and Mike chiming in with the begging in the background but Eddie's brain is only focused on one thing.

Steve is a life guard therefore Steve will be shirtless at the pool. Steve will be in tiny swimming shorts. Shirtless.

He reaches for his keys. "Be ready in 20 minutes or I'm going without you." He doesn't even get changed, he had slept in his clothes from yesterday anyways and there's only one stain on his shirt.

Eddie may not like Steve Harrington but he's not immune to his good looks. Dustin praises the guy every chance he gets but Eddie is still sceptical, it's hard to forget King Steve and his sour personality.

That doesn't mean he won't sit on a pool chair with his shades on and take in the view that is Steve Harrington dripping wet and shirtless. Maybe he'll fall in the pool just so that Steve will jump in and save him. He smiles to himself as he gets into the car, maybe he'll push Dustin into the pool for waking him up.

You see, Eddie can't swim. At all. Wayne had done everything else right while bringing Eddie up but he'd completely forgotten about swimming. It feels like it's a bit too late to learn so Eddie is content to sit on the edge and dangle his feet in the water.

Except when they walk in to the pool, Dustin, Lucas and Mike all carrying a ridiculous amount of pool floaties, Eddie sees Steve in a fucking tight little speedo and he missteps into the water. Right into the deep end. Steve moves slightly but doesn't rush for him, people fall in all the time, but then Dustin screams, "STEVE HE CAN'T SWIM!"

Steve's in the water less than a second later.

He helps a very wet, coughing and red faced Eddie out of the water and sits him down in one of the pool chairs. He's asking Eddie questions, asking if he's okay, if he's hurt but Eddie can't think straight, literally, because Steve has a hand on his knee and he's shirtless and speaking to him so softly. And he's in a speedo for christ sake.

"I think I need CPR."

Steve, to Eddie's surprise, actually smiles at him. "Maybe later. Thanks for bringing the kids. Dustin's told me a lot about you, though he did forget to mention the whole can't swim part." He pats Eddie's knee and gestures over his shoulder. "I have dry clothes if you'd like to change?"

"If you're just trying to see me in a speedo, it's not happening, Harrington."

[areyousanta]

My warm up for working on commissions has me rolling

[carrymelikeimcute]

Struck by a head-canon for Stede and trans man Izzy which won't leave me alone.

I feel like initially Stede would be like 'I didn't know there was a woman on Blackbeard's crew!' all excited and Izzy would just deadpan say 'there isn't' and then ask the crew pointedly if they know anything about a woman on board to really hammer the point home.

BUT no matter how cunty the two of them were to each other after that, Stede would be the most diligent at gendering him correctly - to the point that it would actually start to get annoying for Izzy how hard he was trying, you know? Like when you hate someone so much but they do something that you can't be mad about and it's paradoxically infuriating? Just constantly chucking out gender affirming insults, wanting to deal with this 'man to man' specifically, etc. To the point Izzy thinks he's taking the piss but he isn't. He's just being the Gentleman Pirate about it.

And if they ever got arrested together by the Navy or cornered by enemies who were giving Izzy shit about it, Stede would absolutely be faux concerned for them, super sarcastic and bitchy, because obviously they are in mental crisis if they think Izzy is anything other than a man. Even to the point that Izzy's like 'Oh my God, this happens all the time and I just kill them, stop making it a thing' and Stede's like, 'no, shan't, they deserve to feel silly.'

Like, if Izzy was going to be executed and they were launching a daring rescue, Stede would specifically pack a change of clothes for him, not for practical reasons, but because he'd know they'd put him in a dress and that idea is appalling him, (and because any excuse to dress someone else up in his clothes).

[presidentheartbeat6]

VERY blue eyes. some might say FRIGHTENINGLY blue eyes.

[darnellthefirestarter]

Had a weird dream that an fnf announcement came out pretty much confirming Pico as a bottom. Then there was something about an fnf dark souls game and the gameplay of that is all I can remember now :,]

[dean-a-mean-tae]

Interviewer: Who's the most verbally abusive?

Everyone else: Seungmin.

Seungmin: whAt?!

Seungmin pointing at Minho: You hit me on the butt earlier!

Minho: Yeah, but not verbally.

Nicholas pointing at Chan: What did he say to you before we got here?

Chan, scratching his chin in thought: You're balding.

Filler Post | Nicholas Ross Master List | ©️DEANAMEANTAE2024

[ailingwriter]

Magical Girl beats Cyberpunk.

Cyberpunk beats Isekai.

Isekai beats Magical Girl.

[tenderleavesbob]

They had traveled all this way to find the Sorceress Cia already dead, her minion Wizzro nothing more than a crumpled robe, the Dragon Knight Volga gone, presumably back to his caverns, and Cia's infamous Blue Knight missing.

As was Nabooru's strange Hylian friend Link and his island friend, who was also named Link of all things. If Ganondorf hadn't already wanted to verify that Cia was dead himself, this entire trip would have been a waste. Princess Zelda assured him via a messenger that the Sheikah had examined Cia's corpse and not even the time sorceress could live without her head.

Ganondorf was tempted to seek word about the two missing Hylian children, but the less information Princess Zelda received, the better. He also didn't want to explain how Nabooru was friends with the strange, feral Hylian child. He himself didn't know for sure.

"They are looking for the Blue Knight and Volga now," Nabooru told Ganondorf, riding beside him. They had no good excuse to stay with proof of Cia's death. It was a pity. Ganondorf had been rousing his army to finally kill the mad sorceress. No one yet knew who had struck the fatal blow. "We sent out spies. There's a chance one of them knows about Link's whereabouts."

Ganondorf grunted and nodded. He held his tongue about his own suspicions of Link's whereabouts. Considering the rumors of Cia's proclivities, Link would be lucky to be found dead in a ditch. It was a shame, he admitted, if only to himself. That snarky, wild child had been quite entertaining for a Hylian.

By the pinched look on Nabooru's face, she was probably thinking the same. Cia's determination to kidnap the two Hylian children was disturbing. There were rumors she had kidnapped others in the past. Perhaps that was what had finally pushed someone to the brink and led to her death.

Ganondorf offered a silent prayer to the Desert Goddess for the child to be at peace. At least Cia could do no more harm, even if he still wished his blade had been the one to kill her. Perhaps he could have laid claim to her territory then, as well. It was tempting to fight Princess Zelda for it.

Before he could discuss that thought with Nabooru, Aveil trotted up to them on her own horse. "My lord," she greeted, "my lady. Link and two others have been spotted by the river. The third person is unknown, but the second looks like the missing island child."

Nabooru lit up. "He's alive then?"

Aveil nodded. "It appears so. Both children appear unharmed."

"And the third person?" Ganondorf interrupted before Nabooru could become distracted. Link, even when he wasn't present, was always distracting.

"Wearing a cloak, my lord. We can't make out his identity. He appears injured."

Ganondorf nodded and held up his fist. All of his Gerudo paused and waited on his command. "Dismount. We will approach on foot. Do they have horses?"

"No, my lord."

"Then they can't outrun us." He dismounted and looked at Nabooru. "It seems your Hylian's good luck remains true."

Nabooru nodded, but he didn't mistake the shine in her eyes. She almost managed to look calm. Ganondorf knew better. "I wouldn't be surprised if he killed Cia himself."

Ganondorf wouldn't be that surprised, either, but he didn't say it. He turned to Aveil. "Lead the way."

The river cut through Hyrule Field and led to Zora's Domain. Beyond the river, the desert began to take over, leading to the home of the Gerudo. It was in the opposite direction of both Hyrule Castle and Cia's Temple. What were they doing this way? Perhaps Link was trying to make his way to the safety of the Gerudo. If that was the case and Link chose them over the Hylians, then it was only to Link's credit.

Voices carried as they moved closer to the river, but the rush of the water drowned out the words. Ganondorf led the way, keeping his hand close to his blade. They had no idea who the third party was or what role the person played.

At least, Ganondorf didn't have an idea until they crouched by a grove near the river and observed the trio. He recognized Link instantly. He was taller than he remembered, but he recognized the masks hanging at his hip and his messy golden hair. Both he and the island child were talking to the third individual, standing over them as the cloaked figure sat by the riverbank.

The cloak was made of fine material, obvious even from a distance. A hood covered the person's head, but Ganondorf didn't need to see the person's face. The Blue Knight's signature scarf was visible, as was the blade and fire rod at his hip. Rumors of those weapons had carried far and wide, as had the Blue Knight's destructive power with them. It was said that the Sorceress Cia barely needed an army with the Blue Knight and the Dragon Knight Volga at her beck and call.

"Goddess," Nabooru breathed.

All three heads snapped their way. Ganondorf forgot how good Hylian hearing was. The Blue Knight was instantly on his feet, fire rod blazing in his hand. To Ganondorf's surprise, he shoved the two boys behind him.

Ganondorf was King of the Gerudo for more than just being the only man born in this century. If he was foolish or weak, the Gerudo would have made him a symbol and nothing more. Ganondorf was clever, and he knew he was clever, but as the rumors of Cia's habits came to his mind, Ganondorf wished he wasn't. He thought he had an idea of who had killed Cia, after all.

He stepped away from the bushes and raised his hands. Other, more useful ideas percolated in his head. "Link," he called, not taking his eyes off the fire rod, "please tell your friend that we mean you no harm."

From behind the Blue Knight, Link visibly rolled his eyes. The little brat. "Which Link?" he called. To Ganondorf's surprise, he gestured at all three of them, including the Blue Knight. "We're all named Link here."

The Blue Knight shifted and hissed something at Link. As he did so, his hood fell off.

If Link was several years older, he might look like the cloaked Hylian. He was fair-skinned with pale golden hair and an attractive enough face for a Hylian. One of his pointed Hylian ears had the tip cut off. From the look of it, it was a recent wound. Ganondorf saw more blood spotting his cloak. Ganondorf also guessed the Hylian to be around 19, 20 at the very most. He kept his expression even despite the urge to grimace. Rumors of Cia and her Blue Knight had circulated for years.

Yes. He now had a very good idea of who had killed Cia.

"Stay back," the Blue Knight warned. Hylians were pale, but there was a distinct blanched quality to his skin. It seemed that Cia hadn't died without a fight.

Link tugged on the Blue Knight's scarf even as the island child tucked himself against the Hylian's other side. Ganondorf thought it was to help the Hylian stay on his feet. "They're friends. I told you that you could trust them." He pointed behind Ganondorf. "That's Nabooru. The guy with her is Ganondorf."

It seemed like Link hadn't changed in the time he had been missing. 'Guy with her,' indeed.

The Blue Knight flinched. If Ganondorf wasn't imagining it, he was beginning to sway. "King Ganondorf, you mean."

Ganondorf nodded and stepped forward. "I assume that Link was leading you to us for sanctuary. He is correct. He is friend to the Gerudo."

"And us?" the island boy challenged. He narrowed his eyes. Ganondorf assumed he was trying to look fierce. Perhaps he could be. The blade on his hip was certainly no toy, and Link had proven that Hylian children were not to be underestimated.

"And you," Ganondorf agreed. He studied the Blue Knight's face. His eyes were beginning to look glazed. He bit his bottom lip and looked even younger. "Both of you, as long as you don't prove yourself enemies."

The Blue Knight huffed at him, and he looked as intimidating as the two children with him despite his reputation. The fire rod sputtered in his hand. The Blue Knight began to blink rapidly, and Ganondorf wasn't surprised when he fire went out. Link and the island child shouted when the Blue Knight collapsed.

Nabooru rushed past Ganondorf to the three. Ganondorf took his time walking to them, even as he waved at their healer to tend to the Blue Knight.

It would seem like this trip wasn't a waste of time after all.

[violet-phoenix-nebula]

This poll has been brought to you by my ADHD. You're welcome.

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