#my carefully crafted hc are fucking dying in front of me

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Me reading the whole Flight of Icarus tag just to find some person mentioning the only fucking piece of information i will take as canon be like:

I JUST WANT TO KNOW FREAK REAL NAME DAMMIT

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Betrayal by Blood

Request by Tuxedo Elf on the LU discord:

“Some warrior angst with a happy ending?”

Credit goes to @linkeduniverse for the au, @mytoomanybookstoread, @cassandrasartworld, Auroraful#4260 and Lazer Lim#7313 on discord all for the idea of Warrior having a lot of sisters and for each hc about them. (I hope I didn’t miss crediting anyone) and Nintendo. 

Peace out.

Warnings: swearing, fighting, blood, death, the usual

He hated traitors. The ones who couldn’t keep their loyalty and their oaths. He knew that the turncoat leader was a figure of authority in the army, probably one of the knights of the royal guard. But he never expected him to go against the crown.

He was the oldest of all of Link’s siblings, born to another mother before their father met a fair and widowed noblewoman.  He and his brother didn’t look that much different, he had a darker blonde than Link, and kept the undercut buzzed.  He was tall and lanky, but didn’t try and hide it like his brother did.  In fact, if he wasn’t such a well recognized knight, people may have seen him as a troublemaker of sorts. His name was Trixon, a commander in the Hyrulian army that lead his section into the front lines of battles. Having such a high and dangerous role to play left him distant from his family, every trip home a family reunion to rejoice his well-being.

“How is it like, now being an official knight?” sitting together on a hill to escape their festive and crowded household, the brothers watched the sky as the last embers of light disappeared into the horizon and the first of the stars appeared.  Link had been knighted the day before, now being the only time he has had to himself since then.

“It’s very strange, I now have authority over those decades ahead of me and of those who I grew up with in the barracks. My friends and I grow more distant with each step I take to being part of the royal guard.”

Trixon nodded along, re-accounting his days of youth.

“Our father’s legacy will carry on proudly with you little brother.” Link looked over at his brother surprised, for he had never really mentioned their father except for when the time called for it.

“And what’s to say that you won’t, being that you are the eldest.” Trixon looked at his younger brother with fondness, but Link could see a twinge of sadness in his brother’s eyes. The sadness disappeared when Trixon smirked and ruffled Link’s hair, much to Link’s annoyance.

“I see this potential in you brother, a spark of courage that will one day give you a name to succeed our father’s.” a call from inside of the household summoned them to dinner, and so Link got up and brushed himself off with reluctance. 

“Before I am to leave again, I want you to remember,” Link turned to his brother with eager ears, watching him as he gathered his belongings and started to walk down the hill, his younger brother at his heels.

“to remember that, if you truly are worthy of walking in our father’s footsteps,” a crowd of blonde haired relatives waited inside, each welcoming their brothers and uncles as dinner was being served.

“then you must do whatever it takes to achieve your goal.”

It’s been six months since that night.

“Trixon please! Why are you doing this?” it only took two months for a civil war to plague Hyrule. At first no one really thought much of the knights sneaking off into the hillsides. None batted an eye when swords strapped to the backs of what seemed to be well civilized knights came back coated in blood. So when the first siege against the castle went into effect, everyone was caught off guard, almost promising a sure victory for the turncoats if the princess hadn’t organized her troops right away and started to march against the rebels.

“This kingdom is corrupt! Its foundations made by lies and the blood of innocents.” Trixon walked towards Link with no weapons unsheathed, which caused Link’s instincts to bring up his shield a little up.

Seeing his brother’s reluctance to listen, he extended his arm as if to grab Link’s hand, “Come, join me brother.”

“What?!”

“I don’t want to fight you any longer little one! Please, let me spare your life.” Even though they were on opposing sides, Link could see the desperation and agony in his brother’s eyes as he pleaded.

“My loyalty was chosen long before you did this.” shaken by Link’s declaration, Trixon stepped back, only to bow his head and draw his sword.

“And that is what makes you better than us all.”

As their swords clashed, the battle waged around them, none daring to cross their blades or interfere. But after every blow, every thrust, every block, neither of them were gaining an upper edge on the other. For what seemed like hours to them they fought and fought, rage and loyalty guiding their swords to their opponent’s weak spots, only to the countered and the process repeated.

Suddenly the older knight switched his tactics, putting his shield up and barging at full speed at Link. Unable to jump out of the way, Link brought up his own shield only to hear a sickening crack from his arm as he struggled against Trixon’s weight. A swift kick to his chest pushed Link back, causing him to double over while cradling his injured arm. 

Glowering at his dishonored brother, Link saw a glimpse of sorrow in his brother’s eyes before they turned dull and deprived of emotion. Trixon brought his sword up, ready to end this quickly before he could start to hesitate. But Link was quicker, and dodged the blade to pierce his sword through the armor embedded with the enemy’s crest.

A warm and sticky fluid splattered across his face, and when he pulled his sword it was coated in a dark red liquid. His hands started to shake, dropping the blade that his sister had so carefully crafted for him. He felt Trixon fall besides him, and sunk down to his knees. A cough awoke him from his shock, and made Link gaze upon his brother. 

“I’m sorry little one, you deserve a better brother than what I have to offer.” Trixon took Link’s hand into his own, hoping to get some kind of response. But instead Link looked away from his dying brother and took in the view of the barren battlefield littered with corpses and lost horses looking for their masters. It would seem that while they fought, the battle had ended and they were abandoned.

“Our family, you take care of them.... you hear me?” hearing Trixon whisper to him while coughing up blood made Link want to curl inward, to block out the sound of his brother’s voice and the stench of blood and metal.

“Of course.” his pathetic excuse for a whisper came out broken and nearly inaudible. But the small smile his brother wore told him that he had understood him without the need of words.

“Good, may you live long and prosperous...” Overcome with agony, Link buried his head on his brother’s chest, one hand clenching Trixon’s and the other his tunic, while tears trailed down his face.

“Brother.”

The only sound that could be heard in the aftermath of the massacre, was the cries of despair from a knight mourning for his lost mentor and friend.

He woke up to a bed, his arm in a cast, and a sleeping soldier with horrible bed head besides him. Link smiled softly, and gently nudged his sister awake.

“mmmmmhhhh... five more minutes...”

“You know, if Lilith was here she’d drag you out and throw you into a basin of freezing water for such laziness.”

“You’re awake!” snapping to attention, the captain of the royal guard pounced on her younger brother, nearly suffocating him while hugging. Now fully awake, a wave of memories flooded Link’s mind. The battle. The blood. Trixon.

“Trixon... is he..?” his sister looked away with her head bowed, shame and despair written across her face.

“If only I would have known, I could’ve stopped him make him reconsider his actions-” before Link could continue his train of thought, he was quickly cut off.

“For what? To then live on in his place as he rots in the castle’s dungeons? You know this is what he wanted.” she pulled away from Link, and took his hand in hers. Tears started to form in the corners of her eyes but before Link could say anything to comfort his sister the door to their house barged open.

“Cahira, how long are you going to mope around here while the others and I-” before the intruder even got to finish her sentence, the sight of her youngest sibling alive and awake urged her to walk swiftly to him and nearly crush his ribs while she embraced him.

“Rainee please, it’s okay-”

“No it’s not fucking okay! We didn’t know when you were going to wake up, IF YOU WERE GOING TO WAKE UP.”

“Rainee...” but just as Link tried to ease his sister, the rest of the family quickly filed in through the door and surrounded their brother, each asking him different questions and some checking his injuries.

“I swear if you keep scaring us like this I’ll pull you out of knighthood and force you to work at some domestic job right where we can keep an eye on you firetop.” said Coretta, trying to stay stable with her cane while wiping tears away. 

Her comment sent a few laughs and chuckles, but the reminder of Trixon’s death still loomed over their heads. Who it was that started to sniffle first is unknown, but soon enough Link found himself in the midst of his sisters as each of them tried to sit next to him on his bed.

And so they huddled around their last brother, each counting their blessings as the new day’s light shone from the windows.