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Spicing It Up
Sam proposes something a little unorthodox for his and Max’s night off. But is it too much for even Max to handle? Archive of our Own
"Uh-huh? ... Yeah. Oh, yeah. Absolutely... Ah, Mahzeltov! ... Well, give her my best. Goodbye, sir."
"Well?" Max asked, anxiously popping his head out from the crowded confines of their office trash can. Their usual scuffle over the phone always landed him in the strangest of places... "What'd the commissioner say?"
Sam, shaking his head, hung up the receiver.
"Sorry, lil' buddy. No aliens, demons, mutants, or some unholy amalgamation of the three."
"What about a ponzi scheme?!" Max rocketed himself from the trashcan, snagging at Sam's collar in a panicked frenzy. "Embezzlement?! ... Hell, I'll even settle for mild insurance fraud, jut gimme SOMETHING, man! Anything!"
With the air of one casually removing a tick, Sam snagged at Max's ears, and plucked him from his lapel.
"Nothin' doin', Max. There isn't even so much as a WHISPER of crime tonight."
Tossing his friend to one side, Sam crossed over towards the open window, his hands comfortably nestled in their respective pockets.
"Seems as if the city that never sleeps is taking a much needed power nap." he said thoughtfully.
His partner, however, was far from thoughtful.
"... AaaaaAAAHHHH, I CAN'T TAKE THE SILENCE, SAM!! I need chaos! I need mayhem! I need some sense of superiority as I beat the snot out of some slimy smuggler!"
With a faintly groan, Max collapsed, face-first, against the floor. Sam, meanwhile, merely observed him, scratching at his doggish ear with a contemplative sort of expression.
"... Well..." Sam slid the window shut. "If you're REALLY eager for something to do... We could, uh..." he cleared his throat, awkwardly straightening his tie. "Y'know... Spend some 'quality' time together..."
Max's despair seemed to vanish as quickly as it'd appeared. Scrambling to his feet, he race over towards Sam, leaping into his unsuspecting arms like a bride readying to cross the threshold.
"Why SAMMY, you dirty dog..." Max cooed, snuggling up to his partner's broad chest. "Why didn't you just SAY so?"
He gave a saccharine giggle of mock, girlish delight, coyly tracing little circles against the fabric of Sam's tie.
"What did you have in mind? ... Ooh! Why don't we break into the aquarium again and have a brief make-out sesh in the shark tank?"
"Ehh," Sam shrugged. "I don't think so... I always get the feeling those great whites are enjoying it far more than they should..."
"Fair enough... Oh! How's about a game of ~French Maid Shooting the Balls Off a Nazi Officer?~" Max's smile then faded slightly. "Wait, no, I tore up my fishnet stockings after that caper in Reno last week... Ooh, I got it! How about you leave me handcuffed to the bed, forcing me to relive my mysterious childhood trauma as I desperately struggle for survival?" Max seemed to salivate at the very idea. "Oh my god... HOT..."
"... Actually..." Sam gave a sheepish little smile. "I was thinking we could try something... Different."
"Oooh!" Max flashed a carnivorous grin. "Spicing it up, I see! Do tell!"
Sam opened his mouth to speak, before snapping it shut with a bashful whine. Whatever this idea was, it was evidently too embarrassing to speak aloud. Chewing his lower lip, Sam gestured for Max to come closer. Max, kicking his elongated feet excitedly, happily obliged, gleefully leaning in as Sam finally mustered the courage to whisper his proposal.
Max's smile melted like an ice cube on a frying pan. Mouth agape, he suddenly drew back from Sam's embrace.
"... Y-you're... You're not SERIOUS, right?"
"We don't have to try it if you don't want to!" Sam said hurriedly, waving his hands. "I-it was just a thought!"
"... Yeah, but... Why THAT?" Max seemed repulsed by the very notion. "It's just... It's so... Ugh! I can't even SAY it!"
"I know it's a little... out of the norm for us-" Sam said, settling himself onto a chair as he shyly rubbed the back of his neck. "I just... y'know..."
"... Are you bored with our usual shtick?" Max looked almost hurt by the idea.
Sam's ears pricked up almost at once.
"No! No, buddy, far from it! ... I was only thinkin'... Maybe if we TRIED it, we might wind up likin' it... We wouldn't make a habit of it, of course, but..." he trailed off, lowering the brim of his hat down over his eyes. "... Nothing. Forget I even-"
"Do YOU wanna try it?"
... A surprisingly straightforward question, considering it was Max.
With a sputter of surprise, Sam felt the heat rise against his muzzle. Squaring his shoulders, he hurriedly glanced away.
"... Th-that... That's not really impor-"
"Up-up-up!" Max swatted a finger against Sam's lip. "Shut it, Sam, I've heard enough. Look, if you REALLY wanna give this... THING a shot, I'm in."
Sam finally returned his gaze to Max, eyes wide.
"But... But I thought-"
"Well, QUIT thinkin', or you'll work yourself into a freakin' tizzy! And mind you, I don't use the word 'tizzy' that often." Max reached up, readjusting Sam's hat to its proper angle. "... At the risk of sounding like some pouty-faced teen in a bad chick-flick, I..." he glanced down, fidgeting with his hands. "... Well, I trust you. You wanna do something, so I'll try it. If I like it, great. If I don't, I get to take a baseball bat to your kneecaps. Win-win!"
"... When did a baseball bat enter into the equation?" Sam smiled slightly.
"It's called 'incentive,' Sam." Max huffed, folding his arms. "So, we got a deal?" Sam's chuckled lightly, patting a gentle paw to the crown of Sam's head.
"Okay, lil' buddy... If you insist."
~~
Two hours later, Max found himself in the desolate hallway of their building, just outside their office door, feeling increasingly foolish with every passing second. Swallowing hard, he tugged at the faux pearls lining his throat. In spite of his bravado earlier, the whole ordeal made him uncharacteristically nervous... THIS was new territory for him and Sam... Sure, they'd been married almost eleven times, did the horizontal bop practically every hour, and fooled around with everything from jumper cables to piggy banks... but THIS...
This wasn't just spicing things up, this was dousing it in tabasco sauce before lighting it on fire...
"Saaa-aaaam-" he whined aloud, hurriedly glancing over his shoulders. "C'mon, aren't you ready YET?"
God forbid any of their neighbors, (least of all Flint Paper) should see him like this... Not that he didn't look amazing. All these years later, and he could STILL rock his old prom dress like an absolute queen... It was just the context of the outfit that made it feel... weird...
And the cheap Taiwanese plastic of the jewelry rubbing up against his fur probably didn't help either.
"Just one more sec, pal!" Sam called back, and suddenly, there came the muffled noise of a clattering misstep, followed by a hefty THUMP.
Curious, Max raised a brow.
"... Ya still alive in there?"
"... J-just lost my footing!" Sam hollered, and Max, with a faint giggle, could hear the embarrassment in his voice.
'... Clumsy goof...' He thought fondly, straightening the candy-colored lace of his hem. Just then, the door swung open, and Max, glancing up, barely troubled to suppress his laughter.
A holdover from their 25th anniversary at the Inventory, Sam was all dolled up in his best, (and probably ONLY) tux; all in black, with a prominent bowtie and tophat replacing their casual counterparts.
"... Look, I didn't have the time OR the money for a new suit, okay?" Sam grumbled, scowling at Max's derisive mirth.
"H-hey! It's important to recycle!" chuckled Max, wiping away a tear as he strolled across the threshold. As soon as the door closed behind him, however, he suddenly took stock of Sam's... 'renovation.'
It quickly became clear why the whole elaborate set-up took close to two hours. The office was cleaner than Max'd ever seen it, (though, admittedly, most of the clutter had just been shoved up against the walls.) In the center stood their rarely used ping-pong table, made only somewhat classier by a red sheet posing as a tablecloth. The lights'd been dimmed, and the shudders drawn, leaving only the rust-stained candelabra as the main source of illumination. Max's nostrils twitched, and he caught a familiar blend of tomatoes, diced onions, and oregano.
Spaghetti sauce.
... Romantic spaghetti sauce... Romantic spaghetti sauce with romantic outfits and romantic mood lighting... How could it get any worse?
"Oh, I hope you don't mind-" Sam's voice cut through Max's train of thought. "I found one of my Sinatra CDs while I was cleaning. Would it be alright if I...?" he trailed off, smiling all too hopefully.
Sinatra. Of course. The perfect soundtrack for any romantic setting.
Max did his best to smile in spite of the anxiety twisting his stomach.
"Sinatra? Sure! Put him on! Ol' blue eyes! Swoonatra! Chairman of the board! After all, the guy's been married four times! Who better to serenade our... d... d-d.." the very word seem to swell Max's tongue. Dry-heaving, he promptly struck his own gut.
"D-DATE! OUR DATE!" he finally choked, gasping for air as he pressed his hands to his knees.
... The relief of finally verbalizing it was dampened slightly by the palpably awkward silence that followed.
"... You good, buddy?" asked Sam, worryingly. Max hurriedly straightened up, forcing a smile with such manic intensity that his left eye began to twitch.
"You betcha! I'm great! I'm better than great! I'm about to have a romantic candle-lit dinner with my... s... s-sweetheart..." Max felt the blood rush to his face, but he bared his teeth, determined to persist. People used cutesy terminology during these things, right? Sam was probably expecting it by this point.
"... I-isn't that right? ... My little... Er... Sh-shumbly... w-wubbles?"
... Max would've given six of his own ribs to crawl under that table and never be seen by anyone ever again.
"... Y'know-" Sam smiled, though not unkindly, as he placed a gentle hand to Max's rigid shoulder. "You don't have to talk like that if it makes you uncomfortable... Heck-" he shrugged, scratching the back of his neck. "It's kinda makin' ME uncomfortable..."
Max exhaled, his body going limp.
"Oh, thank GOD... No offense, Sam, but I just can't do the cutesy-wutesy crap... At least NOT unironically."
"I'd have to agree," nodded Sam, pulling out a chair for his partner. "Watching you trying to be purposefully adorable is like pulling teeth."
"Um, I beg to differ, Sam." Max hopped up onto the chair, the length of his legs barely making it past the edge of the seat. "Pulling teeth is both exhilarating and vaguely erotic. What I did a moment ago was just..." he gave a faint shudder. "Creepy..."
Sam chuckled, shaking his head as he carefully pushed Max in.
"Well, that aside, I DO appreciate your willingness to give this a shot, Max. Just remember, if it gets to be too much, you can tap out at any time." He fetched a comforting smile, playfully tussling the space between Max's ears. "Don't forget, our safeword is 'subvert.'"
"Aaah, subvert." mused Max, settling back against his chair. "My favorite variety of 'vert,' second only to 'per.'"
"Noodle-head." Sam chortled. Leaning over, he planted a soft kiss to Max's cheek, briefly savoring the familiarly fluffy texture against his lips. Max, with a sigh, contentedly leaned into it, a slow smile stretching across his face.
... Maybe this 'conventional' date night wouldn't be so bad...
"Oh, speaking of which-" Sam straightened up, breaking the kiss almost as soon as it'd begun. "I better check on the pasta before it burns."
"Ohhhh," groaned Max, reaching his arms out like a needy toddler. "Can't we just skip the food and play tonsil-hockey for an hour?"
"Your vividly grotesque idioms for making out are strangely winsome, Max." Sam commented, crossing through into the next room.
While his partner made himself busy, Max tried his best to occupy his sporadic attention, absent-mindedly studying the slender prongs of his laid-out fork.
'... I wonder how far I could get this up my nose...' he pondered, before hurriedly shaking his head. 'No, no... No zaniness... Sam wants a nice, romantic evening, and by God's left nipple, I WILL DELIVER!'
... But there was that word again... Romantic... There was just something to it, some sense of unease that dangled from the phrase like a booger. But then again, maybe it wasn't the word, but rather the aesthetic that came with it. Hearts, flowers, naked cherubs and giggling waifs and long walks on the beach... It was just all so...
'Disgusting? Stupid? Flagrantly artificial?'
... Embarrassing....
Maybe it was just because he and Sam never had to experience the awkwardness of a first date. They'd grown up together, and once they finally took their relationship to the next level, their lives just became one long, uninterrupted honeymoon phase. There was never any anxiety over impressing the other, no charade of exemplary manners.
Now, they were on a REAL date...
And Max had to suffer all the emotional torment that came with it.
"Hot stuff, comin' through!"
Max gave a slight start. Quickly setting down the fork, he watched as Sam reentered the office, a saucer of steaming spaghetti on each hand.
"I'll say you are." Max smirked, disguising his surprise behind a snide little wink.
"Aw, hush." scoffed Sam, smiling modestly as he placed their dinner towards their respective ends. Moving over towards the CD player atop his desk, Sam carefully slid the Sinatra disk into place, before hurriedly switching to his favorite track.
"~Every kiss, every hug
seems to act just like a drug.
You're getting to be a habit with me.
Let me stay in your arms,
I'm addicted to your charms.
You're getting to be a habit with me.~"
"How apropos," sneered Max, as the honey voice filled the space.
"Eh, what can I say?" Sam winked in return. "I'm a sucker for theming."
Briefly retreating under the table, Sam soon withdrew a small ice bucket housing a bottle of something pink and bubbly. Holding it at arm's length, Sam popped off the cork, taking care not to spill too much froth.
"... Champagne, eh?" Max smiled, a little uneasily, as Sam poured out their glasses. "... Gee, you, uh... Ya really went all out, huh?"
"Well, go big or go home, right?" Sam said, sounding somewhat unsure. Sliding the bottle back into the bucket, he took his seat opposite Max, suddenly looking around as if having noticed something.
"... Did I overdo it?"
"What? ... Oh, no! No!" Max shook his head. "No, I didn't mean that in a bad way! I'm just..." 'Intimidated?' "... Flattered that you went to so much trouble, that's all!"
Sam relaxed, taking a small sip from his drink, before chuckling. "... Heh... Well, I guess this is what you'd call a childhood fantasy."
"... Really?" Max raised an eyebrow.
"Sure," Sam bowed his head bashfully, his muzzle shifting from brown to red. "I'm only a little ashamed to say so, but ever since my blossoming adolescence, it's been a secret dream of mine to treat my special someone to a hand-crafted night of atmospheric intimacy."
Max pressed a hand to his chest. That was.. surprisingly kind of touching...
"... What are you, a girl? Who refers to themselves as blossoming?"
Much like any knee jerk reaction, the quip was out before he even had a chance to think. Ears standing on end, he clenched his fists so hard against the table that the cloth began to bunch under his fingers. This wasn't right, this wasn't romantic... If the circumstances had been different, it would've been fine. Hell, it would've been expected... But this was a DATE, people aren't supposed to make fun of their dates!
"But I DID blossom," continued Sam, completely unfazed. "I blossomed like a beanstalk. What's YOUR excuse, pint-size?"
Max heaved a sigh, releasing his snag on the wrinkled cloth.
'I've served as the racket for games of tennis that were less stressful than this...' he thought, snatching at his glass, and downing the drink in one quick-fire gulp.
"... You doin' okay, buddy?" Sam said, and all at once, Max felt as if his hand were encased in an oversized catcher's mitt. Max looked up, and saw Sam's platter-sized paw gently caressing his apple-sized fist.
All at once, inspiration took hold; a chance for redemption.
... Or further mortification, depending on how you looked at it. For Max, the odds were pretty split.
Nevertheless, Max screwed up his courage, clutching at Sam's hand with both of his own, he yanked at his partner's arm, drawing the knuckles to his mouth...
... And kissing them.
It was light, clumsy, and about as awkward as a grade school play, but he managed, hurriedly throwing Sam's hand aside like a used snot rag before slumping back against his seat.
Sam, meanwhile, just sat like an open-mouthed totem pole, slowly glancing between Max, and his hand.
Was that a good reaction?
... Then, quite out of the blue, Sam was chuckling. That special husky, back-of-the-throat sort of chortle that Max typically adored, but was NOW making him feel about as hot as a steamed vegetable, and just as stupid.
"Don't laugh!" he snapped, though something in him was grateful for the sound breaking the tension.
"S... sorry, Max..." Sam snickered. "I-it's just... I haven't seen you blush like that since our ninth honeymoon."
Max's beady eyes narrowed. "... What're you talking about?"
"Oh, come on..." Sam smirked, leaning against his elbow. "You remember."
Max's eyes suddenly went wide.
"... Oh, good Lord Sam-" he whimpered, ears drooped. "Not that, please-"
"Now what WAS it?" Sam playfully pondered, scratching at his chin. "What WAS that little word...?"
"Sam, I beg you-" Max slid further into his seat, his aforementioned blush only deepening. "Please, no!"
"That magic little four syllable phrase-"
"Sam-"
"That rarely used pet name that makes you crumble like a Jenga tower-"
"SAM!"
"Hm?" Sam finally looked towards Max, still smiling his complacent little smile. "Something amiss, my little Lago-Muffin?"
... As soon as it was out in the open, Max wasted no time, slamming his face into the plate of spaghetti with a low, muffled groan. Sauce went flying in all directions, but he didn't care.
He hated Sam.
He hated that stupid nickname.
And he hated how much he loved both of them and how weak they ultimately made him...
"... So you DO remember." Sam piped up, evidently proud of himself. He slid a noodle from Max's scalp, before slurping it up with a satisfied gulp. "I know I remember. You and I had just nabbed the infamous Pinwheel Purloiner, and were celebrating over a chocolate malt. The whole set up was so beautifully Rockwellian that I called you that as a joke... But, low and behold, you purred like James Dean's motorcycle makin' sweet love to Martha Stewart's blender."
"... Done in by a lousy play on words." Max mumbled into the pasta. "... How humiliating..."
"Nah," beamed Sam, raising Max's head up by his ears. "On the contrary, I find it rather endearing." Taking a moment to observe his partner, he added, "Sheesh, Max... ya look like a tomato..."
"Don't remind me," Max grumbled, eyes downcast. Sam shook his head.
"No, I mean ya got sauce all over your face. Here-"
Lifting him up and across the table, Sam drew Max into his lap. Plucking at a napkin, he then began to smother it against Max's unwitting cheek.
"Agh-! S-Sam!" Max sputtered, writhing like a dug-up grub. "Quit it!"
Sam paused.
"Lago-Muffin."
‘... God dammit.’
Max's eyes turned to comical spirals as he slumped against Sam's stomach in a love-struck daze. Satisfied, Sam was able to finish his cleaning before Max came to.
"... That nickname NEVER leaves this room, understood?" Max growled, still red-faced despite the lack of pasta sauce. Sam gave a soft guffaw,
"Whatever you say, Max. Do ya want me to put you ba-"
"No." said Max stoutly, folding his arms. "I live on your lap now."
"... For all intents and purposes, that may as well be true." Sam considered, spooling a strand on pasta onto his fork, before passing it along to Max. Max happily obliged, snaring the fork between his razor-like teeth like a shark.
Just then, Sam's CD reached the final track of the album.
"~I won't dance.
Don't ask me.
I won't dance.
Don't ask me.
I won't dance,
Madame, with you.~"
And once again, Max was granted an idea.
This time, however, with more confidence.
Leaping to the floor, he bowed slightly, offering out his hand in an all-too romantic fashion.
"Sinatra may not dance, but I'd like to." He grinned. "... Care to join me?"
The outright coolness of the gesture was enough to surprise them both. But while Max kept his composure, it was Sam's turn to look flustered. Blushing, he nervously tugged at his bowtie.
"... W-what, uh... what brought this on?"
"Eh," Max shrugged. "I've already been humiliated beyond belief... Twice now, in fact! So, I figure... third time's the charm, right? ... Besides..." He gently threaded their fingers together, urging Sam onto his feet. "... I'm a sucker for theming."
... Maybe the awkwardness of a first date wasn't so bad. Heck, maybe Max was even better at this romance thing than he thought! He'd just have to keep at it if he wanted to get any better.
But that was alright. After all...
Max didn't mind spicing things up every once in a while.
~~
An entire fanfic inspired by a single throwaway line of @supermary64‘s marvelously charming prom comic!
Hope you lovelies enjoyed it!
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One time to another
Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go again!! Ok, real quick, this is the last one. I thought of a fifth, but decided to just combine the two. So, yea. Here it is! The finale! @zeldahijinks
Part 4
The week went by and Kari had gotten better at making the statues with her abilities. However, she could not shake this dark feeling crawling up and down her spine. The ten year old knew this feeling but decided to let it be. She was close to figuring out how to back in time so it would be fixed then.
Leuga was studying today and Kari was looking over a few things to better understand what happened while she was “away” for the past fourteen years, that and to take a break as to not over work herself. It was not all bad like she thought, however Link had been killed by Ganon, but Zelda managed to seal him in the castle with the remainder of her powers in wait for his reincarnation to be born. This made Kari angry. She knew she could’ve done something to help them, but she wasn’t there.
The girl shook it off and decided to take a walk. As she went through the halls of the palace Kari began to feel uneasy. A darkness swirled around her as the girl continued going. Kari’s scarf began to sway to her will as her eyes shifted left and right and her hair stood on end.
“Well, good to see you again. I thought you keeled over fourteen years ago.” A voice chuckled from the darkness. A figure formed and Kari growled as her scarf ends changed into blades and swiftly threatened to decapitate the beings head. “Now, now. Is that any way to treat an old friend?” He asked with a chuckle. Kari glanced over her right shoulder with a glare.
“You’re not my friend. Haven’t been in the past thousand or so years.” She hissed. “You’ve killed every single one of my past lives. How could I call you after all those deaths?!”
“Now Kari, is that anyway to treat your elders?”
“She up Core! I’d be as old as you if you hadn’t killed me so many times. Well, at least a few years younger but still!” She snapped, now turning to look at the figure.
It was the same figure from last night. He chuckled and raised his hands. “Heh, I just came to say hi and see how you were doing? That so wrong?”
“Last time you did that I lost my head, so excuse me for keeping my guard up around you.” Kari roared and Core backed away. “Now,” Kari growled, her voice low as her eyes and her symbols began to glow brightly. “Get. OUT!” Her scarf began to slash at Core violently until he was gone.
“Until we meet again, Kari.” He said while making his escape. The sheikah began to shiver and gulped, her scarf going back to normal and her eyes and symbols stopped glowing.
The girl sighed and kept walking, only this time talking to herself in a low tone. “This isn’t good. Now that Core knows I’m here who knows what could happen?!” Kari grumbled in annoyance. “At this rate Core could threaten Leuga and Sidon’s lives. Not to mention all the other Zora that live here. I gotta get back in time before this gets ugly. Stupid demon-hylian hybrid thing!” She hissed.
“Something wrong?” A voice came from behind Kari and she yelped and her scarf turned into blades once again. “You’re high strung today, Kari.” It was Leuga.
Kari sighed in relief. “S-sorry Leuga. I just got a lot on my mind. N-nothing for you to worry about. By the way, shouldn’t you be studying or something?”
“Just finished.”
“Oh, well, uh… That’s cool.” Kari smiled with a nervous chuckle, but her thoughts were still on recent events. Leuga could tell she was troubled so he took her hand and led her somewhere. “H-hey! Leuga what gives?!” She yelped, but Leuga did not reply. He simply dragged her to his room and sat her in a chair and brought out a giant, soft, sand seal toy.
“Here. Dad said soft things calm you.” He handed it to her. Kari blinked in silent surprise. “His name is Mr. Wubbles. Riju gave him to me as a gift a while ago.” He informed, allowing Kari to snuggle the toy for a bit.
The ten year old smiled gently and took the toy, burying her face in the sand seal and hugging it. “So, soft.” She hummed happily. Leuga gave a small smile. Not long later Kari gave the toy back to the young prince and sighed. “I needed that, thanks.” Leuga just nodded his reply and put the toy away. “Hey, don’t tell my brother. But, I think you guys are in serious trouble.”
Leuga tilted his head and listened. “You see, there’s this guy that’s been alive for the past ten thousand or so years, I think and he’s kinda out to kill me in each of my lives.” Leuga straightened his posture in hock. “But I keep being reincarnated with a wiped brain so I don’t remember until a certain time, but he messed with my memories fourteen years ago with this weird relic called flute of time or something and now I remember dying so many times that my abilities are all messed up. Well, even more than usual at least. Anyway, now that he knows I’m alive he’s probably out to kill me and everyone who has a connection with me like he tried to do before but he got busy.”
“What’re you gonna do?” Leuga asked, taking it all in.
“First, try and get a few of my first life’s creations back under our control then use them to weaken him while I snatch that flute thing, and try to get back home.”
“First life’s creations?”
Kari blinked. “Oh yeh. I never told anyone ‘bout that. You see, my first life was the one who basically created the Guardians and the Divine Beasts to help the hero and princess way back when and provide the champions with suitable weaponry and all that.” She informed and Leuga nodded. “I thought you’d at least be a bit more taken aback.”
“I am, but on the inside.” The prince informed with a huff. Kari chuckled. “Anyway, what if something goes wrong?”
The girl shrugged. “I dunno. I just kinda go with the flow. Just don’t get in my way and I’m sure everything’ll be ok.”
Leuga crossed his arms. “I make no promises.” He huffed.
Kari chuckled and gave a sigh. “In that case, try not to get hurt. Kay?” Leuga nodded in reply.
Not long later there was a rumble that went through the whole palace. Kari immediately stood up with a growl and rushed outside, Leuga not too far behind. When they were outside, the two gasped at what they saw. There was a red maned lynel terrorizing the zora while a teen boy rode its back. Kari hissed. “CORE!” The sheikah roared and turned her scarf ends into what appeared to be canons and fired two shots at the lynel, using ice as her ammo. She struck the lynel and knocked Core off its back with ease. “I thought I told you to get out!”
“You did, but I don’t take your orders.” He chuckled. Kari growled and shot the lynel again, killing it and leaving Core by himself. Core chuckled darkly and stood to his feet. He held his hand out, palm down with his fingers curved slightly. A spear formed in his hands, made of pure darkness. Kari narrowed her eyes in rage whole Core threw the spear at her, but she deflected it with her scarf ends, which were now blades. Kari swiftly charged at Core and clashed with another spear made out of darkness. Leuga watched to the best of his ability in awe.
The two clashed again and again while Leuga tried to figure how he could help his aunt. They were both so fast, zipping this way and that, and so strong to the point that the very pillars that held the domain threatened to fall. “Everyone! In the palace! Sidon will protect yo! Go!” Kari roared. The zora swiftly fled the scene and into the palace like Kari said, however Leuga stayed near by. He was not going to let Kari do this alone if he could find a way to help. He soon noticed a sword and rope near by. The young prince knew he was unable to get close to the two, but maybe this could help him attack while keeping his distance.
While the two continued to clash angrilly, Leuga grabbed the sword and rope as quickly as he could then tied the rope to the hilt of the sword as tightly as he could and smirked. He then went into the oen when he saw an opening and threw the sword at Core as hard as he could. It pierced Core’s shoulder with ease and he hissed in both anger and pain. Kari looked at Leuga for a split second in shock. Then it clicked and she nodded with a small smile.
The two continued to fight together, Leuga keeping his distance and Kari doing her best to keep Core from attacking the young prince. Eventually Core grew bored with the event and decided to leave before things got a bit too out of hand. Kari turned to Leuga and went to him quickly. She was covered in blood and wounds, but her face showed worry.
“Leuga! Are you okay?” She asked, a bit worried about his safety.
Leuga nodded. “What about you? You got hurt more.” Kari just gave a smile.
“I’m fine. I’m used to this.” She said and sighed. “Well, things didn’t go exactly as planned, but I managed to nab this.” She said, pulling out a old relic. The ocarina of time that was used by the hero of time in a time long passed. Leuga just stared in stunned silence. “I’ll go and heal my wounds and be on my way I guess.”
Leuga nodded and helped Kari back inside where all the zora fled to safety. Sidon immediately went to inspect the two with tears streaming down his face. Kari gave a smile and apologized, giving her big brother a hug while Leuga just hugged his father quietly.
A few hours later Kari’s wounds were healed and she was ready to travel back to her time. Leuga and Sidon as well as some other zora watched as Kari took the relic in her hands gently.
“Kari,” Leuga said. “Remember your promise.”
Kari just gave a big smile. “As if I’d break a promise to my nephew.” She chuckled and hugged Leuga for a moment. The prince gave her a hug as well and enjoyed it for the bit of time he had. When the two parted, Leuga was a bit upset, but he understood why. Kari put the ocarina in her mouth and began to play an old song she learned in one of her past lives.
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Kari opened her eyes and looked in her hands. The relic was gone and she began to worry that it didn’t work. She rushed home with wide eyes only to discover that everything looked as if she had never left. She gulped and ran to the palace only to be greeted by her brother in a big embrace.
“KARI!” He squealed. “Where have you been?! I was so worried! Father was about to send some troops to look for you!”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you or dad.” She said, hugging her brother.
“You’ve been missing for days!” He yelped, holding Kari so he could look at her in the face. “What were you up to?”
Kari laughed. “Well, only time will tell brother.” She said. Sidon gave her a confused look and sighed.
“Well, it’s time to eat. Come on.” He smiled, carrying the girl on his shoulders happily into the dining room.
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Two weeks went by and Link came to visit Sidon and he brought a friend with him. Kari saw how the two acted and decided to memorialize the moment by using a machine she had tinkered with using some ancient technology she managed to find over the years she had traveled the lands on her own. It worked similar to a sheikah slate, but it had a new feature. Film. She pointed the camera at the two and smirked, recording the two as time went on. Getting their voices and their every movement. Thankfully they did not know what she was doing, so they didn’t suspect a thing.
Over the years Kari filmed specific moments that she thought were very important and made movable statues for her yet-to-be-born nephew so he could both have them and see what happened. She had a feeling it would help him to see and hear what happened rather than just having the statues.
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“Auntie.” A young voice called as the young prince Leuga trailed behind the adult Kari. It had not been fourteen years, but rather eight. Making the young prince six years old, as of today. Over that time Kari had gained many battle scars and had grown much stronger and was even able to control her abilities even more. The sheikah woman was now the head of the royal army and royal guard and in charge of training new recruits. She even managed to convince Sidon to have her train little Leuga when he was old enough.
Kari turned to Leuga and smiled brightly. “Yes Lee?” She asked, using a nickname she came up with. Leuga smiled and pointed to a specific room. Kari chuckled and sighed. “Which one do you want to see?” She asked, knowing that Leuga wanted to see one of the many films she created for him.
“Where daddy and link defeat the lynel together!” He said. Kari nodded and took the little one’s hand in hers and walked to the room, getting the figures ready and the film on stand by. Once ready Kari sat behind Leuga and used her abilities to move the figures in sync with the film. After the film was over Kari was told that she was needed. Leuga was a bit upset, but let her be.
Later she saw a sword and rope then hummed. She took the two and combined them, however making the blade more hook like and the rope a bit more durable. Knowing today was Leuga’s sixth birthday, she needed to give him something. His first weapon, though he would be unable to use it right now, would probably be nice to have. She even managed to carve his name into it. The sheikah woman put it in a box and wrapped it up then swiftly rushed home. She was greeted by a female zora with long fins and sea green and yellow coloring. She was Leuga’s personal attendant, Muir.Her fins were tied up with some soft fabric from rito village. Kari smiled.
“Hey Muir. Busy working?”
“Ah, yes. Just getting things done.” Muir informed matter of factly. “Oh, King Sidon and Prince Leuga are getting ready for the party.” She said. Kari nodded and decided to get ready herself. She dressed in a nice pair of pants and a nice top, both decorated in zora jewelry and put her royal headdress on as well. She only wore such attire for occasions like these. She left her room, carrying her gift in hand.
After a while it was time for gifts. Leuga opened one. A notebook. Not bad, but not the best. The next was a small sand seal plushis to match the others he got from a certain gerudo chief. The next was a chair. Then a pillow. A few toys. A few books. Then finally came Kari’s gift. Sidon hit his face with his palm while Leuga gasped in awe. It was so detailed and so well crafted, even though it was made just a few hours ago, but he didn’t know. He immediately knew who it was from and hugged his aunt.
“Thank you.” He said. Kari chuckled.
“Now this is not to be used until we start training. I’ll keep an eye on it and take care of it until your dad says it’s okay. But I thought you’d like to see it now. What do you think?”
Leuga just smiled. “It’s amazing.”
“That’s good.” Kari said, hugging her nephew once he put the weapon down. The rest of the night went smoothly and pretty soon the party was over. Everyone went home and Leuga was tucked to sleep after one last film, the one of his parents meeting, then going to sleep.
After Leuga was asleep, Kari sat in the edge of her window, looking at the full moon and shimmering stars. She sighed, staring into the night sky for a while. Next to her, a statue of her around ten years old and a twelve year old Leuga hugging before she went back in time. It was one of her prized possessions and one of her favorite moments she lived through. It was hard to make, but she managed to finish it about a year after Leuga was born. “Heh, I kept my promise. And then some.” She smiled slightly at the fond memories, watching a few shooting stars fly through the sky.
#one time to another#zeldahijinks#my writing#my art#gift for zeldahijinks#did I do good?#One time to another (thing for zeldahijinks)
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