#me and kohga will try anything at least once

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

could we just have some general yiga husbands fluff?

We absolutely can!

"THAT'S WHY YOU DEADASS BUILT LIKE A BAKED BEAN!"

"A baked-A BAKED BEAN?!"

Kohga was hanging out with the royal staff. Not because he liked them or anything, but because he currently had NOTHING to do right now while he was waiting for Mipha to get out of her meeting with Zelda (they were gonna do lunch, his treat). He was currently fucking around with some of the royal guards, and they thought it'd be funny to roast the SHIT out of each other. This dude deadass called him a baked bean, and honestly, most unique fucking roast he's ever had. The other guards seemed to think so, given their loud hoots and hollers. It was a mad house, a few yiga members talking shit to the guards and vise versa.

Sooga was clearly impressed by the commotion when he walked back in with his tea. Sooga took a while in there, but he knew exactly why-Sooga didn't fucking know where they kept their shit in that kitchen. That, and the staff kept hitting on his man, and given Sooga's aversion to women, it kinda meant he deserved a little slack.

"I heard you all screaming from the kitchen. What are you doing?"

Sooga sat at their table, setting down the tea for his master. These were nice cups, he might just steal these.

"Oh my god Sooga, this fucking guy- he called me a BAKED BEAN. Can you fucking believe this?"

The man took a sip of his tea, and Sooga looked at him. Suddenly, Sooga brought his blade to his throat, and that put EVERYONE on edge, forcing them to take weapon. Sooga paid them no mind, looking at Kohga for confirmation.

"Shall I kill him slowly, let him drip blood, or should I make it quick, cut his whole head off?"

"SOOGA! No! Blade DOWN!"

"He insulted you!"

"It's a ROAST session, Sooga!"

Sooga put his blade down slowly, clearly not understanding, but knowing when a command was a command.

"Roasting? There's no roasting in here, nor the kitchen."

"No no, it's like, where you make fun of each other for fun! Watch me do this guy-I maybe shaped like a baked bean, but at least I don't smell like Bokoblin ass. But I mean, you gotta get SOMETHING from your mother."

More whoops and hollers, plenty of people yelling that he wasn't shit, his own boys telling them to respect their leader. Sooga nodded in understanding.

"Ah, so just. Insults."

"Yeah! You wanna try? I mean,"

Kohga nodded towards the guy as he sipped on his tea.

"If you can handle two disses at once. I've handled my fair share of d's, but not everyone can."

The man nodded, downing his drink in one go.

"Hit me!"

Sooga hesitated, before nodding.

"Alright. If my Master wills it, so it shall be. You look as if you've lost many loved ones, due to incompetence. You reek of shame, and failure, of many regrets that you cannot take back. One day, you will face your end, and your life will flash before your eyes. You will see your mistakes. You will want them to end. But the damage, your decisions, are final."

The room went quiet. The man looked like he was going through a fucking crisis, and one of his soldiers leaned into Kohga's ear, slowly.

"He just took a piss on the vibe we just set. What the fuck was that?"

"I got it, I got it-Sooga, no, it's like, playful. Not. Not that midlife fucking crisis shit. You make fun of his looks or his mother."

"I do not know his mother."

"Shit, surprised you know ANY women."

The men behind the guards snickered, and that sort of brought the energy back. Then one of them had a unique idea.

"Hey, why not have Sooga roast Kohga? Familiar territory!"

The other's looked uncomfortable at the idea, and that's kinda fair, anyone who talked shit about him kinda. Well, let's just say he demanded respect.

"Roasted by SOOGA. Alright, I'll allow it! I wanna see what you come up with!"

Sooga. Looked. So uncomfortable. It was kinda sweet, him hesitating like this.

"Uh...I do not feel comfortable with this."

"Sooga, it'll be fun! Come on!"

"...can I just use my weapon on myself instead?"

Kohga put his hands on his hips.

"Sooga. I COMMAND you to roast me."

Sooga looked like he'd disobey, but he nodded in determination. He'd NEVER refuse a command. He took a breath, and just went for it.

"Please, know that the words I mean are in jest. They say the gods bless us all with unique attributes and blessings. You were hit by the god of fucking up on a daily basis."

Kohga wasn't gonna fucking lie, that took him out of left field, and DAMN did that cause an uproar amongst them all. Sooga wasn't liking this, but clearly he was doing his best. Kohga straightened up, ready to give it to him right back.

"Alright, alright, piece of shit- you know why I like hanging out with you? Your ugly ass makes me look good my comparison, fucking 'I'm lovin' it' looking ass hair."

Both Yiga and guards laughed at that, clearly amused as all hell. They would've continued, but some other guard walked in, letting them know the king requested them. Kohga told them goodbye as they eventually left, and as he took a sip of his tea, Sooga turned in his direction.

"Master Kohga?"

"Yeah?"

"Please don't make me roast you again. It felt...sickening."

Kohga chuckled. God, he was cute.

"Don't worry, one-time deal."

"Good. Now, do you...think I'm actually ugly? If my appearances isn't up to your standards-"

"Shut up, Sooga. You're fucking stupid, but you're not ugly at ALL,"

Kohga reached up under his chin, giving him a little bit of a scratch. Sooga melted into it, starting to put his weight into him. He was such a good boy.

"Happy?"

"Mhmm~"

"Good boy. Hey, Mipha."

Zelda and Mipha gave them an odd look, before Mipha giggled in clear amusement.

"Are we interrupting something?"

"Nah, he just needs like, a minute. Can't stop yet or he just gets clingy before bed. Zelda, you doing lunch with us, or you gonna do random princess shit?"

"I'd hate to impose."

Mipha scoffed.

"It's no trouble! I-wasn't there just a tea set here?"

"Nope-Sooga, come on, big guy, you get to hold the door open for us."

Sooga damn near bolted off the floor to get to the door, and god Kohga loved him, dumbass and all.

#asks #Kohga #Sooga #sooga did not like the roasting #he just wants to praise Kohga all day #and get chin scratches #and be told hes a good boy

[hyrule-kingdom-updates]

Zavis was clicking his tongue as he walked through the trees.

“Tk, tk, tk, BCC?? Little chugger buddy?? Tk, tk, tk, tk, tk.” He weaved through the trees, sunlight casting tinted green light on his head through the canopy. He was half limping on his left leg, as the nearly-breaking-his-neck-on-a-staircase-and-experiencing-whiplash-as-two-members-of-his-family-threatened-his-well-being event had made his muscles sore. 

With no giant horse in sight, he changed tactics. Zavis took out a banana and started to unpeel it, offering it up to the wilds.

“Pspspsp! Big Chungeroni?? I got your favourite snack! Pspspsp...”

His feet crumpled loose leaves and twigs and he maneuvered through the woods. Finally he came upon a clearing, bathed in open golden sunlight.

Or at least it would have been, were it not for the giant horse blocking out the sun.

Big Chugging Chungus was rearing on his hind legs, snorting and clopping its hooves at a pair of red Bokoblins, who were squealing with fear as they ran off in the direction of the village. Zavis immediately ran up in front of the horse and held out his hands.

“Heyheyhey! Shshsh, it’s me, BCC! It’s your pal, Zavis! Shhh...Shhhh...” He held out the banana and continued shushing the horse like he had always seen his Master Kohga do. Although he wasn’t exactly sure why it was practical. To his knowledge, Big Chugging Chungus had never spoken. Perhaps it was a Yiga Chief thing.

The horse shook its mane, and leaned down to munch the banana out of his hand. Zavis stroked his snout.

“Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy!”

The horse’s tail swooped left and right.

“Yes, yes you are! You did such a good job! Helping to cause terror and feed chaos onto Kakariko!! Who’s a good troublemaker??”

Again, he wasn’t entirely sure the point of asking questions when he was fairly certain that the horse could not answer for himself. Nonetheless, he continued imitating what he usually saw his dads do.

“That’s right, you’re a good troublemaker!” Zavis then scratched the back of his head. “You’re such a good troublemaker that now we’re just going to help undone all of the work you did for me cause there’s a change in plans, haha...”

He didn’t know how, but he could sense the horse was looking at him with exasperation and disappointment.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Zavis tossed the banana peel back as he threw his arms up. “I got a job to do! OK?”

The horse stayed silent, only flopping one ear around as a bug flew by. Zavis wasn’t really fond of the one-sided conversation.

“What job you ask? Well my job to help the princess, that’s what.” He put his hands on his hips. “That’s right! Helping her find the best way to save the kingdom has been my sole drive since the beginning.”

The horse, once more, replied with the quiet munching of a banana.

“‘Are there any other reasons?” you ask? Well...no! There isn’t!” He crossed his arms and turned away from the horse like he was mad at him. “Did I ruin my family’s hard redeemed reputation by revealing myself as a Yiga? Maaaybe. Did I possibly instigate Mr. Hartell’s complete moral collapse by revealing that the origin of our relationship was based on more selfish desires? Maaaaybe. Did I join the Yiga Clan in an attempt to get closer to my dad, only to discover that his loyalty to the Yiga is like, super-duper strong and possibly stronger than his bond to me, which means that I also have to deceive him in the same ways that I’ve lied and taken advantage of all my other weird parental relationships in my life that have been recently ending in disaster?” Zavis waved his hand in a circle. “...Maybe.”

He suddenly pointed a finger at the horse. “BUT! Do I have any regrets about it as I pursue the path to victory? Do I need tp apologize for the hypothetical damage I may or may not have done to the other people in my life even though it would be entirely useless in achieving the greater end result?” He looked at the horse expectantly, as if begging him for the answer.

Big Chugging Chungus did not.

“...NO COMMENT!” Zavis whirled around once more. “DOESN’T MATTER. I DON’T HAVE TO ANSWER YOU. STOP ASKING STUPID QUESTIONS.”

Zavis started marching off back towards the village, expecting the horse to follow.

He did not.

The boy turned his head back and sighed. “Ugh are you STILL mad at me? Look, you did a good job, the chaos is gonna make the Champions look good. But now we’re just helping out cousin Impa by reversing it just a little bit. You did such a good job, that now we’re undoing the impact of your job! So it’s all good, let’s go!” He pointed forward and took a step, but still the horse was unmoving.

BCC snorted at him.

“What is that supposed to mean?!” He stomped his foot. “BCC? Come.”

The horse spit at the ground.

Zavis gasped so loud and dramatically it could have been mistaken for Kohga himself. “How DARE you! Don’t you know what’s at stake here?? The whole village! The whole world!! And before you try and tell me about being a traitor, this helps the Yiga Clan, too, you know!”

The horse leaned down to chew some grass.

“It does!” Zavis yelled again. “Everyone in the clan is too stupid to realize that the Calamity is probably just gonna stab us in the back down the line. So us helping the princess saves lives,” he stated, matter-a-fact-ly.

The horse considered chewing the grass.

“Don’t ignore me!” Zavis ran up behind the horse and tried pushing him to get him to move. His head barely was taller than the giant horse’s leg. His name didn’t begin with “big” for no reason...

“Is this about losing you at the castle? I left you under a secluded bridge! I thought for sure no one would steal you, cause who goes out wandering for large horses under bridges in the middle of the night.” He tapped his foot impatiently as he gave up on pushing the giant beast. “A-And besides. It’s YOUR fault for letting some rando ride you. So I can’t be blamed here.”

The horse suddenly stopped eating, and perked their head up. He turned and looked Zavis directly in the eye. His gaze was calm and collected, but the sheer power of the horse’s deep dark eyes bore into him, like he was being boiled from the inside out.

Zavis was left sputtering as he walked away from Big Chugging Chungus. “Stop doing that! Stop being so weird! If you don’t like my methods, that’s a you problem.” He let out a “hmph” as he plopped himself on the ground, criss-cross-applesauce.

He pointed at the horse. “I’M not a manipulator who can’t accept the fact that he’s taken advantage of everyone around him, YOU’RE a manipulator who can’t accept the fact that he’s taken advantage of everyone around him!”

After Zavis’ scolding insult towards the horse in question, he scooted his butt back and leaned against a tree. He angrily took off his cracked glasses and shook them in the direction of BCC. “Look at these circular glasses! Would a person in denial be this cute?!” He shoved them back on and continued to pout. The horse did nothing.

Zavis tried again. “BCC? Come.”

BCC flopped onto the ground where is stood.

Zavis palmed a hand to his forehead. “UGHH......” He took off his glasses once more, and wiped the non-existent dirt from his eyes that was causing them to water. “You’re useless! Y-You’ve got no right to treat me like this!”

He used his sleeve to clean up the fog on his glasses. “I’ve been trying to help everyone since the day I was f-fucking born! I’ve been on this journey since I was twelve. TWELVE! So if you wanted to stop me from doing all this other shit, maybe someone should have given a damn and stopped me then!” He was now rubbing his glasses with such frustration, he nearly popped the lens out. He tossed it into the dirt.

“You’ve got no right to judge me! I didn’t have to do this! This isn’t my problem!” He gestured around him, towards the forest, the earth, the mountains, and the sky. “Did I cause the Calamity? Did I fail my job as a king, or leader, or parent? NO! So take up your complaints with them. I inherited their mess and now I want to clean it up, that’s the opposite of selfish!”

The horse’s ear’s stood attentively in the air, and BCC’s gaze once again bore into Zavis. He clenched his jaw in anger.

“Why are you looking at me like that? I-I haven’t done anything wrong...I’m...” He scoffed to himself. “Maybe some other people should have done their jobs better! If you wanted a perfect fucking job done from a fucking kid, then maybe some experience adult should have done it! But no, I’m taking the helm cause everyone else is fucking self-absorbed and too fucking busy to pay attention!

“Now that I’m fucking doing the jobs that they should have done, all of the sudden NOW you’re gonna pay attention to my every action, huh!? Bunch of hypocrites!” He stood up and stomped over. “I thought I was just a kid! I thought I was allowed to make mistakes! Why did no one fucking tell me that the entire well being of the kingdom now hinges on my every fucking choice!” His eyes were tearing up now, be he stared at the horse’s abyssal gaze with fury.

“All I wanted was for someone to look at me and make things ok! Didn’t I have to fix everything so someone could notice me? Or are you saying that I was too impatient and should have waited a little longer?! Was he right?? Was I too ungrateful?? Was I too stuck-up to appreciate everything I was given? Should I have been satisfied with my loneliness? Should I have been satisfied having no one around me to hurt!?”

The dark horse stared at him, unblinking. His red mane moved up and down in the pleasant breeze like soft fire.

“...It’s not my fault.” Zavis whispered. He returned to his tree, and sat in the dirt, picking up his glasses. “It’s not my fault,” he said again.

The two creatures stared at each other for a minute longer. In the distance, someone screamed, but it harmonized with the whistle of the wind.

Zavis sighed. He suddenly opened his palm, and a sudden poof of smoke and talismans appeared, along with his old lute.

He tried once more. “BCC? Come.”

The horse stared at him, expectantly.

Zavis huffed to himself, then started playing a verse, arranging his fingers on some random chords.

Storms are ever winding Storms are ever binding to the ground

The clouds above, her modesty The earth bears her atrocities, profound All her beauty’s on the ground

They say that air is freedom Stone lets the tempest lead ‘em homeward bound

Servant to her royal pleas Bowed down toward the heir’s new breeze and sound Commands her beauty to the ground

I hate it now.

The sky hails down remembrance The sky then fades away Yet here I am, the trodden soil I bear her newest day But she’s away

All of her rain, then she’s away. I never thirst, but she gave, anyway

Zavis withheld himself from playing another chord. He observed the horse once more, to see that he hand been attentively listening the whole time.

The horse looked at Zavis Asu.

“...I’m sorry. Is that what you want to hear? I’m sorry.” He tiled his head towards him. “I’m sorry I forced you to do a bunch of work for me only to kinda make it seem useless. I’m sorry I left you under a bridge. I’m sorry for...”

The mountains greeted his gaze.

“...a lot of things.”

Zavis lifted his lute, and it disappeared in a puff of smoke and talismans once more. He cocked his head again. “Can you help me now? Do you accept my apology?”

The horse drooled into the grass.

Zavis sighed with acceptance. “Fine, I guess you don’t have to. But at the very least can you move somewhere else so that you don’t scare monsters towards the village anymore?”

BCC immediately sprung up and moved toward Zavis, resting his chin on his head for a moment. His hair was now slightly slobbered with horse drool. Gross. Finally, the horse move back and started trotting down the northern path towards the Lanayru Promenade.

Zavis wiped his hair, and fluffed it back up. He stood, and noticed some more bokoblins moving down towards the village. He mentally went over Impa’s suggestions-that-involved-murder-if-not-followed-to-the-T, again.

“Ok then.” Zavis clenched and unclenched his fist. “Time to solve this mess definitely I didn’t make.”

#??? #Assivus Hartell #The life of the party and then death #hku spoilers

[shaykai]

AoC SPOILERS

This just has to deal with Sooga, Kohga, and Astor, but still-

Its mostly going over Sooga and how you can immediately tell that he has *0* trust or attachment to Astor. (Also I'm kind of rambly but I'm going to try and make this coherent) (edit: it just kind of dives off into their relationships- sorry if I got something wrong or mixed anything up-)

Okay so first cutscene you ever see Sooga in is the one where he bails Kohga out and saves him, yeah? This is important because it shows a connection. Sooga is incredibly curt and stoic, but it almost seems comediac how he acts here. He picks Kohga up (and Kohga makes no objections, suggesting this has happened before) rather than telling him to get up or just getting him back on his feet. He also calls Link and friends cowards, like he's trying to help Kohga feel better. (Also Sooga managed to just jump in there and save him, which I'm taking to mean that the two are never too far apart from eachother unless they have to be)

And then we have the next cutscenes with Astor, the bastard man. First of all, cinematography. Kohga and Sooga are ALWAYS on the other side of Astor. They're never just behind him or sitting next to him, they're always on the opposite side of him, showing a clear divide. Astor says something about them being incompetent and moves towards them, to which both Kohga and Sooga get ready to fight (Kohga just stands up, but still) Kohga is the first to sit down after Astor moves to look at evil gegg (I'm so sorry I don't remember what they called it). Sooga actually lingers, only taking his hands off of his swords when Astor says "No matter" (but even then he's still watching him)

Speaking of watching Astor, that's all Sooga does in the next cutscene with the three of them! The only time he really stops staring at Astor is when he tells Kohga that the Sheika towers are bad because their base has been revealed. It gets to the point where evil gegg (again I'm sorry) kind of.. explodes with malice smoke, for lack of a better word, and Sooga doesn't even react until Kohga nudges him. (This is also important, because it shows a bit of a disconnect between Sooga and Ganon, which I'll touch on more in a minute) Sooga also tells Astor that Calamity Ganon is not a tool for mortals to wield, seeming a bit more tense than usual. This is just speculation, but I assume the only reason Sooga didn't tell him to get out and leave them was because it'd 'make an enemy of Ganon', which Kohga cares a lot about (again, next cutscene I'll talk about that.) And Astor just ignores him because why would he value their words if they're just a couple of tools for him to use.

So this cutscene starts off with Kohga and Sooga sitting down, right after Link and friends destroy the Yiga Clan hideout. The second Astor appears, they both get up, Kohga yells about how they got beat up, and Sooga almost immediately walks over, picks Astor up by his shirt (robe?) And tells him that they cannot overlook his failure (and Kohga agrees). Astor seems unfazed by this, which I assume means he knows how to get them to back down, because that's exactly what he does. He points out that this defeat was 'fate' and that if they did turn against him, they'd be making enemies of Calamity Ganon. Again, note the cinematography here. When he says that it zooms in on Kohga. Kohga is the one who doesn't want to anger Ganon, he's the one who's scared. Sooga only releases him a moment after Kohga has visibly stepped back and made a noise. He didn't seem too happy about it (could just be me, but I think the sound Sooga made was evidence enough for that) before Astor goes off, saying that they'd need eachother if they wanted to succeed.

And the final (and saddest) cutscene with all three of them. Astor is taking souls(?) Out of the lesser Yiga Clan members. Again, note that its Kohga who seems confused, asking Astor what his game is. Sooga already has his swords out. Astor goes on to insult them, summon the blights plus a malice Link, and directs Link to attack after saying that they'd be useful for once. Sooga immediately jumps up to deflect Link's attack, yelling for Kohga to run. Kohga only gets a couple steps in before flipping around and declaring that he'd stay and fight with him. This is important because we've established that Kohga is a bit of a coward. He has his underlings do almost everything for him, he's better at running away than fighting, and he seems to only fight when somebody forces their way over to him. But, rather than running (which now would be a good time to) like Sooga told him to, he turns around and says that Sooga is his best lackey and he can't just leave him. Astor makes some comment about them being a blood sacrifice (suggesting that at least one of them will be dying) and Sooga says that he'll protect Kohga, even if it takes his life.

And then boom, next time we see Kohga, he's alone and begging to join team Zelda. (Which I would also like to point out is extremely out of character. Kohga is a prideful, selfish person (at least most of the time) so the fact that he would go to his enemies and throw himself on the ground before them like that is a big deal. (Its almost like he lost his husband and he doesn't know what to do without him)

Anyways I just love these two (Astor was fun until he murdered Sooga, I still like him but h-) and I wanted to ramble about them because it's fun and there are very few fics for them so I just have to over analyze the cutscenes now- I hope this wasn't super rambly and I'm sorry that all I've drawn is them-

#age of calamity spoilers #age of calamity #aoc #aoc spoilers #astor #kohga #sooga #long post #legend of zelda #loz aoc

[russieraholic]

I wrote a (very) short Yiga Husbands story, because I really need to get back into the mood of writing on my own time again. Be warned, it’s pretty angsty and unpolished, but I thought it was still good enough to post.

Copyright © @russieraholic. Do not Re-post. (By the way, Reblogging is different than Reposting! Reblogs are appreciated!) I should also mention that if anyone wants to make artwork, continuations, or spinoffs of this story you’re welcome to! Just tag and credit me in your work (because well, that’s not only the right thing to do, but I want to see it too!) (Though I heavily doubt this will become viral.)

Writing theft is art theft!

Sheer, frigid winds were commonplace in the desolate, snowy Tabantha Tundra. Really it was more of a large valley, but that is precisely why the wind tunneling was so fierce and brutal. The snow was at least three feet deep and made traversing the landscape hell, if hell could freeze over.

For Sooga, that seemed to be the case. An endless frigid hell. Despite being wrapped snugly in several coats, and numerous scarves covering all but his one good eye, the air still gnawed at him with the cold teeth of a thousand winter wolves. He should not be here. He did not want to be here. But... Sooga had searched all of Hyrule for his beloved, and nothing, no place at all, had come to bear fruit. This was the last place he needed to scour.

Sooga had started the arduous journey in the southeast, working in a snaking pattern to cover practically every square inch of grass, dirt, gravel, sand and snow in the land. It had taken him weeks to do so- and he started as soon as he heard the news that Master Kohga had disappeared without a trace, in action. Usually Sooga never failed to accompany his beloved master in combat. It was a rare exception that he needed to stay back at the hideout, but tensions were high that day and he needed to hold down the fort.

How funny that the one day that the two were apart, was the day that Kohga vanished. It strongly led Sooga to believe that whatever happened, was planned by an outside force. Like an opportunistic predator, it had lied in wait for the perfect moment to strike. Sooga had a few suspects in mind, but most of them had plenty of evidence supporting that it was not them.

Astor, however, had been proving to be quite malevolent ever since he decided that the Yiga Clan was not worth his ‘precious time and energy’, so to speak. He had been taking soldiers down left and right, and had even broken into the hideout to steal goods more than once. It only made sense that the next step would be to harm the leader. In addition, strongly supporting this theory, he had disappeared in the same timeframe that Kohga had. It all fit together too perfectly.

Sooga got his head out of the clouds, steeling himself and continuing to scan the landscape, his eye catching anything that was not the flat white snow, or the frozen-over trees we had familiarized himself with. It was like identifying an out-of-place bump on a blank white canvas; difficult, but not impossible. Accompanying him was a Blademaster, and a handful of footsoldiers that doubled as medics, who were equally as cold as Sooga himself. They were doing their best to help with the search, but spent most of the time huddled closely together to conserve heat.

The man grumbled, slightly annoyed that his men were not taking the matter as seriously as they should have been. “Yiga Clan. I am fully aware that the circumstances are relentless. But the importance of finding our Master vastly outweighs any temporary discomfort that we experience. Stay vigilant. I did not select you few without reason. We must press on.”

After what felt like hours of searching, and likely was, in fact, almost an entire day, the group was just about to give up. However, at the very edge of the tundra, just before the land came to an abrupt stop and dropped off into a spine-chillingly deep trench, lay a lump of snow, that just barely caught the corner of Sooga’s eye. It was out of place, especially since it had just snowed and the tundra was for the most part, very flat. It looked a bit too large to be a wolf or fox, but too small to be a bear.

Strangely, Sooga felt an unrelenting force pressing him to investigate more. As he drew closer, inexplicably his heart started to sink. With every laborious step he took, it continued to plummet until it felt like a fifty-pound weight had replaced it. Yet he trudged on, needing to find out what lay beneath the snow layer.

He started to brush away the snow layer carefully, not wanting to scare whatever was under it, if it was a living thing. But what he started to uncover explained why he felt so drawn towards the location- and very quickly, the soft brushing of the snow away turned into frantic digging. Sooga’s soldiers finally caught up to him, and saw how frantic he was acting.

“HELP ME, DAMN YOU! DON’T JUST STAND THERE!” He barked.

Immediately the soldiers moved to help him and very quickly understood why Sooga snapped at them. It was a disgusting, grotesque sight to see. But they did it- they found Kohga. Which was their ultimate goal. Sooga had never cried before, but this was the end of that record. Salty tears were freezing to his cheek as they fell.

Poor Kohga was nothing short of absolutely mangled. The snow just around him was as red as the completely torn-up suit he wore. His left leg was sliced clean off, which was in fact so clean that it looked like someone had taken their time with a scalpel to slice every vein and artery with precision. His rib cage looked crushed, and there was a band tied tightly around his right wrist that had clearly cut off his circulation. His right hand was in an advanced state of necrosis.

The medics immediately checked for a pulse and any signs of life, as Sooga held the man in his arms. “It’s okay... I-It’s okay... you’re going to be okay... the pain is over now... I’m here....” he cried, unsure of who he truly was reassuring. Kohga, or himself.

A footsoldier looked to Sooga. “He’s alive but we’ve gotta get him back quick. I dunno what we’ll be able to do for him, if anything, but we’ll try...”

Sooga looked down, a searing pain in his heart. “Do it, then. There is no time to lose.”

The soldiers took hold of Kohga and in a puff of smoke and talismans, disappeared with him, back to the hideout where the medical team may or may not be able to stabilize him. It was a matter of luck, really, at this point. Sooga stayed behind, however. He stared at the bloodstained snow, trembling now not because he was cold, but because he was absolutely devastated. Regret, grief, and self-blame all started to plague his mind, like a dark storm cloud creeping over the land.

This was his fault. There were no two ways about it. He deserved a thousand times as much pain as Kohga was going through. That was just a fact, at this point. Common sense and self-preservation was the only thing keeping him from going to Astor and asking to be stabbed through the chest ten times by a rusty blade.

“Kohga...” was the only word that could escape Sooga’s lips.

#yiga clan #yiga husbands #sooga age of calamity #aoc sooga #sooga x kohga #kohga #master kohga #tw gore #tw blood #tw: gore #tw: blood #tloz: age of calamity #age of calamity #Astor #astor prophet of doom #Yiga #loz aoc #loz fanfic

[silentprincess17]

Sometimes Things Have to Get Worse Before They Get Better

This is essentially a darker, heavier alternate take on Memory #7 - Blades of the Yiga. I wanted to write a fic with a competent Yiga Clan. (Yes you read that right). It is very angsty in the beginning and then becomes fluffy (hence the title!)

Summary: Link and Zelda have returned from Vah Naboris with Urbosa and have spent the night in Kara Kara Bazaar Inn. Link wakes up and finds her missing.

Cue the angst.

This story is complete and I will post each chapter daily on here but you can read the whole thing on AO3

Rating: Mature (Graphic descriptions of violence) Pairing: Link/Zelda (Zelink) Characters: Link, Zelda, The Yiga Clan, Master Kohga

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 7: Dawn of the Second Day

TW: Huge wounds, massive haemorrhage (a lot of blood loss yes I am a medic geek) and pain. Also Nintendo owns Legend of Zelda and some of the dialogue used. Please don't sue me.

This time, they teleported in, grabbed him, and teleported out.

Zelda screamed his name, but it got lost in the vortex of red paper slips, as he felt his insides split apart and then reform.

He was glad though. Incredibly glad that they’d taken him and not his Princess. He ended up on the floor, in the big arena that wasn’t an arena and he coughed, trying to get the sand out of his mouth, and eyes.

He heard Zelda shouting for him, and it suddenly hit him-this was it. The perfect opportunity. He could try and get her out. He was outside Hylia above!

And just as he thought that, four giant metal clamps locked onto his limbs. And that same cursed red glowing thing was applied so he couldn’t move. He swore at them but stopped struggling. He would have to bide his time, he already felt a little weak from not eating for three days, so every store of energy was precious right now. He had to wait for the perfect opportunity and then unleash it all.

He took a moment to try and calm down. Think things through. He was outside the cell, that was better than being inside. He just had to be observant and careful. He started by trying to determine what their motive was, but he wasn’t sure what was happening. Why had they decided to take him out, if they were only going to restrain him down again?

He looked up, at least they hadn’t clamped his neck. And then a… well. There was no polite way to think of him, if Link was being honest. And frankly, being polite was really quite low down in his list of concerns at the minute.

The Yiga Clan were... normally, at least, easily categorisable. All the Yiga Foot soldiers were thin, agile, capable of moving at lightning speed with their teleportation. The Blademasters were by comparison much larger, and they wielded the more powerful windcleaver. And now he knew of the researchers, but they looked a lot like the Foot soldiers, just with a red lab coat on.

This man… although dressed as a Yiga, didn’t match one of the above categories. He was, well, fat. He had a huge abdomen, which Link didn’t really see working in a fight, either with a sickle or a windcleaver and he was confused really. It was the most bizarre thing he’d seen since arriving.

Link wondered if the lack of food was getting to him.

“Yeah, IT'S YOU! You're that Link guy I've been looking for! And the Princess of course but she’s BORING."

Uh… what? This guy had been… looking… for him? Not to sound egoistical, but wasn’t it really obvious who he was? He literally wore bright blue and had the Master Sword strapped to his back. Admittedly, he didn’t have those two things right now but…

"I need to bust out my serious moves... A secret technique taught by my mother's father! It will...destroy you!"

Uh yeah. It probably would do that because Link was currently strapped to the floor with no weapons. So, whatever this guy chose to do, it would, in all likelihood, work by default.

“Release him from the magnesis bonds! NO WAIT! I need to finish my speech first!”

This man was starting to get on Link’s nerves, like a bratty child who wanted a sweet. But he just said to release his bonds. Yes, if that happened, he would destroy them all, steal all their weapons, physically break down those bars, rescue his Princess and then hightail it out of the desert. So, he would remain calm. Collected. And not think of what happened yesterday.

“Now. Hero of Hyrule. I will DUEL you. So someone told someone who told someone yada yada yada that I should give you a fair chance, and something testing something Princess, I'm not sure, I fell asleep half-way through, so here we are. Of course, you’re a KNIGHT so I assume you know what a DUEL is!"

Link remained silent. He figured it probably wouldn't work in his favour if he started to laugh.

"You know, your silence really is unnerving. ANYWAY, I will fight with my chosen weapons, and you will be provided with a Duplex Bow, ten arrows, a Vicious Sickle and a Windcleaver. A very generous selection, in my opinion. If you defeat me, I will allow you to walk away.” Link’s eyes widened. “YES, WALK AWAYYY!” He laughed, “I won’t kill you to DEATH! Even-if-that's-what-I-really-want-can-you-imagine-being-named-Top-Banana-Of-The-Yiga-Clan-comma-Slayer-Of-The-Hero!”

Okay yeah, there was clearly something wrong with this guy, but Link focussed on the important parts. A Duel. Of which the outcome would be freedom. But. He hadn’t mentioned Zelda. No matter, Link would be a fool not to accept. He’d defeat this fat lug and then Kill. Them. All.

And those Blademasters that had stood on that cursed table? He’d make sure to find his sword and would ensure they suffered a slow, prolonged death. But first, he’d win, take Zelda to the Castle where she’d be safe, and then he’d come back. And exterminate them like the rats they were.

He nodded.

They dropped the connection, freeing him, and he didn’t try anything. Not yet anyway. Once they gave him weapons though, Link would forgo whatever pact he’d made with this man. This didn’t count as an honourable situation anyway, this wasn’t a duel between Knights, it was a duel between captor and captee.

What he hadn’t been expecting, was the fat man to throw a small capsule in the middle of the hole, and the capsule didn’t fall, no, it hovered in place. And the outlines of a dome formed, it extended from the centre of the seemingly bottom-less hole and spread out to include a small ring of sand around said hole. All of a sudden, sound seemed to stop coming through, and he could barely hear Zelda, although maybe she’d come to realise it was futile and had gone quiet.

The capsule made a clicking noise, like an activation of something, and then a burst of red light cascaded from it, down the dome, forming a crimson-lined grid along the surface, almost like red electricity was crawling along the lines. They connected to metal ridges that Link hadn’t even noticed in the sand. He swallowed. He knew, instinctively, that he wouldn’t be able to escape. He wouldn’t be able to get out. Because it was the same thing that had trapped him in those cuffs.

It would have to be honourable. By default.

Still, Link wasn’t feeling that scared. If the fat man wanted a duel, Link would give it to him.

“In the name of Calamity Ganon!” He pranced around, shimmying from one foot to the other. "That's what you say when you start a DUEL right?!"

Link decided to ignore him, and simply looked over to where he thought the Princess was, the red light made it hard to see. “In the name of Princess Zelda Bosphoramus Hyrule, my charge, my liege… my Princess.” And his heart whispered one more thing, my soulmate.

It had started out well enough, the man simply summoned rocks at him, not unlike an octorok, but these ones were considerably larger, with a glowing upside down Sheikah eye on them. Still, he dispatched the obnoxious man in quick time, shooting a well-timed arrow into his head, and then jumping in bullet-time to attack with the sickle.

And then the fat man got angry, stamping his foot into the ground like a child having a tantrum. He moved to hover on top of the hole, and this time he had a blue barrier. Link had wasted one arrow hitting it, only for it to bounce right off. Useless. And there was no way for Link to jump in, seeing as he was without his paraglider and he'd fall down anyway, not sideways to the centre of the abyss where the man was.

So, he bid his time, going as far back as possible and decided to just observe the attack. He remained calm, although for some reason he was a little more flustered than he ordinarily was. Perhaps because the Princess’s safety relied on this fight. Yes, that wasn’t an unusual occurrence, but normally, she’d be hidden, well-protected, should anything go wrong with him. This time… If he failed, then who knew what the consequences would be.

He refocussed, the next move simply involved two rocks hovering horizontally and then vertically to the man, where his barrier faulted for a split second, just before he chucked them at Link. It was easy enough to dodge, and now Link knew what to do. He simply hit the man when the barrier was down, and the Yiga lost control of the rocks, so they hit him instead. After another couple of rounds, where Link looked worryingly at his meagre five remaining arrows, another tantrum fest occurred, this time jumping up and down with one foot whilst floating. Link rubbed his eyes in case he was hallucinating. No, he wasn’t.

And that is where everything went wrong.

The man was now using that accursed red thing to move a giant metal ball at him. The ball had spikes. Huge ones at that. And despite Link keeping his eyes trained on the man, his barrier did not fall. Not once.

Crap.

How?! How could the Yiga mentally control metal?! How was he supposed to defeat him now?

The spiked sphere continued to crawl after him, a slow and steady reminder of what was coming. Link was trying hard not to panic. What else could he do? He didn’t have any of his other weapons. He didn’t have shock arrows. He didn’t have his bomb bag. Maybe he could parry the sphere? But he didn’t have a shield either. He cried, almost, thinking back to his prized Hylian shield sitting in the Inn at Kara Kara Bazaar.

What else what else what else

He knew one thing for certain though. He wouldn’t be able to keep up running forever. Not as weak as he currently was from all the stresses over the past two days and the lack of food. Yes, the sphere moved slowly. But it moved. And eventually he would tire.

The man took back the sphere and Link aimed, hoping his barrier would come down for one second, but no. All he did was pause before sending the sphere. Straight. Back. At. Him.

Goddesses above he wouldn’t last.

Was this his true Hero trial?

Was this how he would die?

He decided to try to use the windcleaver to generate some gush of air that would what? Move the giant ball? He was crazy enough to at least attempt because what else could he do? None of his weapons would even reach the man, even if he chucked them, let alone penetrate the seemingly solid blue barrier.

He ran to the edge of the dome, hoping to be a little out of the ball's range to give him some breathing room should this go wrong, but he had no such luck, because it came, hard and fast for him. He waited until it came close then swung the blade down and tried to repel it.

It obviously failed; no colossal, incredibly heavy, metallic sphere was going to shift with the mere power of air.

Belatedly, he realised that the fat man could afford to be fat. Who was going to hurt him if he could levitate himself out into a pit of no end so there was no hope of reaching him, put up a barrier that you had no hope of penetrating, trap you in a hemisphere so you were effectively at his mercy and was armed with a deadly weapon only he could control?

Link only had just about enough time to turn, for his fingers to hit the dome, before the spikes rammed into his back and Link heard himself scream.

He was used to pain, he thought distantly. He’d hurt himself so many times, from climbing accidents, to training mishaps, to when he’d first started fighting monsters, especially those Goddess damned Lynel swords, oh, wait, no, the crushers were worse.

But he’d never had enormous sharp cones ram into his back, upper thigh and calves, all at once. He was effectively pinned against the dome. And then the ball was pulled out, and shoved right back in.

And again.

And again.

And then for flavour, the fat man shifted it just to the right, so now his wounds grew and grew, until he was slowly ripped apart, until the only thing actually holding him upright was the metal sphere.

Link lost track of everything. He’d never felt so humiliated, so weak.

He’d never lost a fight.

What would happen now? What would happen to him and Zelda?

He felt wet, lethargic and so, so heavy. Which struck him as odd, especially considering he’d probably lost a lot of blood. Shouldn’t he be light?

Little spots of blackness coated his vision, somehow he blinked and he was on the floor, on his knees, the dome gone, his hands shaking trying to hold himself up. His blood rushed through his ears, thundering too loudly, and everything else was muted, muffled, and he could no longer focus properly.

"-oga! Did you se- I did i-"

Link must have blacked out again, because the next thing he knew he was being hauled by his armpits back into the cell, and his injuries were stretched even more, and Link screeched in pain. He was so far gone it was silent, and he lost consciousness yet again, because he practically fell on top of Zelda, landing on his front, in her arms. She was shaking, maybe? Or was it him? Probably him, but he couldn’t tell, and he heard her furiously mutter under her breath about hypo-something shock, but really, he was barely holding onto the few remaining threads of consciousness he had.

“Link?” She sounded frightened, but he couldn’t bring himself to respond. Instead, when he opened his mouth, he coughed up an alarming amount of blood. He felt some of it dribble down his chin and he heard her half scream in response.

“LINK! No! In - name of Hylia st- with me! Link!” She gently held his head in her hands, his head rolling in her hold because he'd now lost what little control he had over his muscles. He focussed on the softness of her touch, and how it contrasted so deeply to the agony that he was in, although everything was dulled around the edges right now, probably from the blood loss. He stared at the growing pool of bright crimson around them, it seemed to be coming from everywhere. Like he was a dam that had suffered too many hits and now all the water was leaking through. That wasn’t that far from the truth to be fair.

“Zel-” He tried to say something, to reassure her that he would fight to stay awake. But it ended in another, harsher, coughing fit, and it felt like Daruk had grasped his chest in his hands and squeezed. Dear Goddesses, he felt his vision start to fade again, it was already half faded, in all honesty. And it scared him, because this wasn't the same blackness he'd had after being knocked cold from a fight. This was darker, more permeating. It felt... more permanent.

She cried, and it pained him to see her tears for him, but the blackness forced its way upon him, and he slowly closed his eyes, trying his hardest not to give in, but even from the start he knew it was a losing battle. Vaguely he wondered if the sword would remember him. He wondered what would happen to his family, to Hyrule, to her, if there was no Hero for the Calamity. He wondered, if he'd had more time, more courage, if he and Zelda could have-

She cradled his head in her arms, gently brushing his matted hair away from his forehead, and he allowed himself a final deep breath, for her lavender to imprint in his mind one last time.

Link was not... scared of death. He knew it was inevitable, and there was a significant probability of him dying, either in the line of duty to the Crown, or against the Calamity, his destiny-chosen battle. But... he was scared now. He was scared of what the consequences of him dying meant. Her verdant eyes stared at him, and she was saying something but he could no longer hear. She was his biggest regret, he couldn't stomach leaving her, here and now, because who knew what horrors would await her once he left. So much guilt, so much shame, so much despair hit him, in the final moment but there was nothing left to he done. He tried to convey that to her, through his gaze, that he was sorry, for not being enough, for not doing enough, for failing to get her out of here- the list continued, but he was rapidly losing what little control he had left, and he felt his eyes glaze over. He’d seen enough death to know where he stood. Because everything ached, he felt increasingly weaker, and his breathing grew progressively more ragged, as stabs of pain shot up his ribs for every centimetre he inhaled in.

He gasped for air, one final time, trying to commit her to his memory, and that seemed to be the very last assault his body could handle. Because within seconds he lost all sense of the world, his final thought was of his silent princess, and of a lullaby, that would forever haunt him till the end of time.

#zelink #botw zelink #botw #botw link #botw zelda #pre-calamity #yiga clan #master kohga #Alternate take on Memory 7 - Blades of the Yiga #angst with a happy ending #enemies to friends to lovers #more so understanding enemies? #heavy angst #angst and feels #some fluff intermixed because i am incapable of writing pure angst #selectively mute link #slow burn #mutual pining #link's pov

[cheekbites-moved]

ok i still havent gotten the secret ending but farming for it might take me a bit so im gonna make a thoughts post for age of calamity now:

Major spoilers obvs so ill put it under a read more

things i enjoyed:

revali beatdown simulator

the controls for the divine beasts are a bit clunky, but i think the angles they used for them did an excellent job at really making the player feel like we were actually controlling a divine beast. so i think it was done well.

link’s personality really gets to shine full force in this game with the amount of cut scenes and it was wonderful to see

every character clearly had a lot of love put into how they operate. they truly all feel unique, & all of their play styles fit them really well in my opinion

the game does a really good job of making you understand what a real threat the monsters are. like in botw they’re intimidating at first, but once you’re far enough into the game they become just an inconvenience to work around if anything. this game managed to actually make certain monsters intimidating for me again, and i think that’s a real accomplishment

the blight battles are actually somewhat challenging in this game and that is truly a commendable achievement lol i think all the bosses are good tbh. i didnt rly dislike or not enjoy any of them.

the way daruk and link’s friendship & urbosa’s motherly relationship towards zelda got to shine was. so good. it’s all i could’ve ever wanted

seeing the descendants again was really nice & it was awesome to see the champions interacting with them!! especially sidon and mipha omggggg. that was. really fucking good shit

kohga. just. kohga in general. getting to see more of him was really rad, he’s such a fun guy! and his english va was Excellent. you could really tell he was having a lot of fun playing him, and it was lovely to see! :)

zelda getting to really shine in this game was also lovely to see. and her being so assertive and badass by the end? omg. it was so wonderful especially after botw. man. 

the combat is done very well imo. im rly glad that they took so many elements from botw, but also added their own flares to make it feel fresh. it was rad.

sidon’s tagline is “winning smile” and his power is “boundless optimism” and i think that’s beautiful

the music in this game is SOOOOO good oh my god. multiple times during playing i had to pause to just appreciate it. it’s pretty much all remixes of botw with a few originals for the new characters, but they all slap. there was not a single song in this game i didn’t like. it is definitely one of my favorite video game soundtracks officially. maybe one of my favorite overall soundtracks in general tbh.

the visuals obviously look just like botw, but it still looked fucking gorgeous at some points. like. man. they really went off to make it look not only faithful to botw as far as appearance goes, but also as far as capturing botw’s beauty and it was. excellent to see!

if anything is true to botw’s backstory, it’s definitely how op link is. cause he was established to be op in botw, & when u finish botw he is also op as hell. he is so fun to play as the higher leveled he gets. he absolutely kicks ass. especially with a two-handed weapon??? daaaaammmmnnn. thats my badass baby boy!!!!

link eating rocks not once, but TWICE. just showing PEAK gremlin energy. 10/10 for those scenes they were great

the ending was really beautiful actually and i did cry like a little baby for it what about it

things i didn’t like:

obviously first and foremost.. this is not the game we were advertised. and no matter how much i overall enjoyed the game, it will always have some layer of being tainted attached to it due to the false advertising. this is not the prequel we thought we’d be getting. & not using “prequel” specifically doesn’t matter when all the advertising, including the box art talks about this being the story of what happened 100 years ago. with no indication it wasn’t the story of what happened 100 years ago in the botw timeline, but a separate universe/timeline entirely. i do hope we get dlc for the game at some point giving us what we were advertised, but at the same time... rly wish that the story that’s in the final game was dlc, & the story we were promised was the original :/ or just having the game have two separate storylines originally would’ve been cool. i just wish it wasn’t falsely advertised. 

fort hateno can fucking eat my whole entire shit WHY is that part so needlessly obnoxious compared to everything else oh my god

being forced to fulfill revali’s power fantasy TWICE hurt my soul

fuck any mission where you have to protect the useless hylian guards. i hate them. they suck.

the ai for player characters when you aren’t playing as them can also be pretty useless. it was really frustrating failing missions because my fellow party members weren’t helping me, and i was basically expected to be in two places at once to get shit done myself. :/ ik you can just switch between characters to make it easier, but like. i like playing as link the most. he’s my favorite character, & ofc since he’s mandatorily played for most of the story, he’s gonna be the most leveled up character regardless so he’s just the best to play as in general especially for harder missions. it was annoying to be forced to play as other people Solely cause the ai was so useless.

king rhoam’s attempt at a redemption arc. i’m not sorry that i just fucking hate this man. i don’t mind him entirely in botw bc you can see clear, genuine remorse during the cut scene at the end of the great plateau. but the redemption arc he gets in this game? after all the fucking shit he does in this game? especially when after his ~redemption arc~ i had to sit through a cut scene of him being an absolute fucking asshole to baby zelda after her mother just died????? absolutely fuck that shit. i don’t appreciate that crap at fucking all. he’s a verbally abusive piece of shit and i hate his guts.

obviously there was gonna be some retconning of how certain things worked in botw in order to make this kinda game work but the way sheikah technology works in this game is so goddamn confusing i do not get it. the works of botw are never outright said or explained completely, but it’s straightforward enough that it doesn’t really matter. this game does try to explain certain things and it just becomes. really clunky and confusing very quickly. 

the story is alright, i guess, but..... really confusing/convoluted as hell at times to a point that it’s. really fucking distracting. especially in comparison to how straightforward botw’s story is. like..... cannot help but be annoyed that such a problem wouldn’t have been a thing if they stuck to botw’s story.

i was sad when the egg thing died but i dont like the egg thing.... it is the MAIN reason shit was retconned so much & i just. dont get its purpose. but i did really like the reveal that zelda made it herself. that was good shit!

also the egg glitched out like. a LOT. idk what the fuck was going on with the poor thing but there was multiple times during a cut scene or when i was just sitting there that it was freaking out in the background and it was rly weird

elemental overworld boss monsters................. obnoxious. especially elemental guardians like goddamn bro what the fuck

i know warriors’ games aren’t about exploring anyway but the limitations for exploring was really sad/frustrating. this is still somewhat the world of hyrule before the calamity, which is something we’ve always wanted to see. not being able to explore even the immediate area at certain points because of shit like timed missions was really upsetting, man. :( i just wanted to see hyrule castle Before the calamity why was did they have to rob us like that.....

creepy corrupted egg’s transformation. why. what was that. what the fuck

even though i did enjoy the boss fights, it did get. incredibly taxing eventually to have to fight the SAME bastards so many times. like yeah botw is also guilty of this with the blights, but goddamn.... at least i have a choice to avoid certain encounters with them? this game has you fighting the same bitches like upwards of 3-4 times. it was. really annoying tbh. like the fights themselves are enjoyable, but damn we added new characters and it still inevitably lacked variety in boss fights.

no playable kass >:( if he’s available later in dlc then fine but i wish he was playable in the original game. so many random choices you’d never expect are. why couldn’t he also be there >:(

overall:

it will forever have that sour taste for the false advertising attached to it unfortunately, but that aside, i overall did enjoy the game! i think it has a lot to love in spite of the issues i encountered. as someone who has this as their first warriors game as well, it did lend itself to letting me see the appeal of them. idk if i’ll get more, but i do get why they’re so beloved/popular now. it was an alright time, with some amazing highlights that i’m gonna think back on very fondly for a very, very long time. if i had to rate it..... 7/10 

#hw #aoc #hw aoc #hyrule warriors #age of calamity #legend of zelda #botw #danni plays hw aoc #mine #long post #v long post sorry lol i have so many thoughts/feelings

[fatefulfaerie]

Hindsight: Part Five

Every time I feel like I should add more detail I remember that this is supposed to be a text post on Tumblr and my audience probably doesn’t want to spend all day sorting out my nonsense.

Also trying to tell myself that not everything has to be perfect, healthy things like that.

Part One: https://fatefulfaerie.tumblr.com/post/611223241986621440/hindsight

Part Two: https://fatefulfaerie.tumblr.com/post/612674469072338944/hindsight-part-two

Part Three: https://fatefulfaerie.tumblr.com/post/613130181855543296/hindsight-part-three

Part Four: https://fatefulfaerie.tumblr.com/post/613206006943629312/hindsight-part-four

Part Five:

“I knew you were the Princess when you left me in Kakariko.”

To say that the ambush didn’t go well was an understatement. It was two against two, and with the Yiga footsoldiers having long-range weapons, there really was nothing Link or Zelda could do if they valued their lives.

So now they sat, on opposite sides of the holding cell in the Yiga Clan hideout, hands tied by red rope.

“I was going to kill you in your sleep, but…”

Link hesitated, looking to the guard outside the cell before returning his gaze to her.

“Look, I...I’ve never told anyone this before, but...I’ve never actually killed anyone. I can’t bring myself to. It’s like…”

“Like something won’t let you?” Zelda finished.

Link nodded.

“So when I woke up at the beach and you were looking at your sickle...you had just spared me?”

Link nodded again.

“Thanks,” Zelda said with a slight sadness.

“After that, I...I considered kidnapping you, but I couldn’t do that either.”

Zelda listened attentively.

“I guess I liked you too much. You...you didn't deserve death any more than I did. In fact, you deserved it much less. I wanted, needed to protect you from it.”

“So...you really do...like me?”

Link’s piercing gaze remained, lingered until he finally nodded.

“The kiss, was that real too?”

Link inhaled to reply, but the cell door suddenly opened, a blademaster grabbing Zelda like she was a ragdoll.

Link sat up, in his expression a great alarm.

He wanted to fix this, wanted to slow time, wanted to help her escape and live her life.

But as she was yanked out of the cell, their eyes locking for one last look, all his concerns came out as three words he likely shouldn’t have said.

“I love you!” He said quickly, without thinking.

Link saw Zelda’s eyes widen before she went beyond his line of sight, forced to hurry along with a blade pointed in the small of her back.

Link immediately pulled at the ropes at his wrists, trying and trying to break free of them. He tried to gnaw at them with his teeth, but that did nothing.

He closed his eyes, attempting to recall everything he was taught.

Never make a cage you can’t get out of.

That’s it.

Link pressed his back to the wall to stand himself up, the muscles in his legs exerting as he slid upwards.

Link pressed into the wall as he walked forward, sidling every inch of the wall with his shoulder.

At the third and final side, a portion of it gave way, Link giving a smirk. A secret opening revealed itself when he pushed it further.

Link peered through the cell bars at the guard. A blademaster, but with his back turned, looking only for someone helping him escape. Not a thought to the prisoner doing it himself.

The Yiga really weren't as stupendous as he otherwise thought.

Link kept pressing as silently as he could until there was enough of a crack to slide through. Much like the doors that led to Master Kohga, one side went in while the other went out, Link correcting it back the way it was once he made it through.

“Thank you, Zelda,” he said as he continued through the secret passageway. “I would have ended up that dumb if not for you.”

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Zelda’s wrists were now tied behind a pole, her brow furrowing at the Yiga before her.

“Any last words, Your Highness?” Master Kohga said as he held a small cloth in his hands.

“Killing me won’t accomplish anything,” Zelda said.

“Tsk...tsk...tsk,” Kohga clicked with his mouth, shaking his head. “I disagree. The more royal blood is spilled, the closer we get to our goal.”

“A never-ending goal,” Zelda argued. “I die and what then? You’ll never be satisfied. At a certain point you have to acce--”

She was silenced by Kohga practically shoving the fabric in the nook of her mouth, tying it so tightly around the pole that Zelda let out a whimper.

“Those are enough words out of you,” Kogha said before starting to explain. “If you die, the Royal Family’s blood comes to a standstill for the first time since Hyrule was first established. Then we go after the kingdom that wronged us. Your death starts a revolution ten thousand years in the making.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it!”

Zelda’s eyes perked up with hope, smiling as much as she could with the taut fabric in her mouth.

Master Kohga, in contrast, could afford to walk towards Link

“I had heard you switched sides. I hardly believed it.”

“I’m not choosing a side,” Link said, a certain determination in his cadence. “I’m choosing her.”

“Well,” Kohga said with a slight laugh. “I was going to execute you next, but if you’d prefer, I could send you both to the afterlife together.”

Link immediately drew the duplex bow he carried, the arrow he notched pointed straight at Master Kohga.

“My life for hers,” Link said slowly and sharply.

He tried to ignore Zelda’s ‘mm’ in objection.

“Leave her alone and you can have the sweet pleasure of killing me, the traitor.”

“You are in no position to be making demands,” Kohga said, placing his arms behind his back. “Besides, you forget. You are in my turf. Killing you both just sounds all the more pleasurable.”

Kohga’s snap barely echoed around the circular lair before an arrow whizzed from somewhere high, sinking itself deep into Zelda’s stomach.

“No!!” Link exclaimed, heavily panting with panic as he lowered his bow.

Link’s anger fumed, instantly shooting an arrow at the distant archer. His aim was better, getting him right in the head and watching him fall off the ledge to his death.

Link rushed to Zelda, placing a hand on her cheek and another on her waist.

“Zelda,” he said, panicked. “Zelda.”

Her eyes were small slits. Link was practically holding up her head with his hand.

“Stay with me,” Link pleaded. “Please…”

“Calamity, how revolting,” Kohga said, Link’s eyes burning from desperate love to an intense hatred at the reminder that his former master was still present. “You’ve actually gone soft.”

Link unsheathed his sickle, turning towards Master Kohga, his fingers clenched around the handle.

"Better soft than corrupted,” as he readied it, glaring at Master Kohga. 

Kohga’s expression was one that you adorn when looking at a child, a baby. Adoring at their innocence, a slight pride in the way they are starting to see the world, a hilarity in how wrong they are.

“Opened your eyes, has she?” Kohga said mockingly. “You pity your prey now? Entranced by those green eyes? You disappoint your family.”

“Family doesn’t scheme,” Link reasoned. “Doesn’t take advantage. Family doesn’t cause harm, at least not the one I choose.”

“After all this time, you seriously believe that anyone in the Royal Family isn’t the exact same? Have you forgotten that easily?”

“I’ve forgiven,” Link said. “Because I know that deep down, we are all the same. Just as capable of love or hate as any next person. We all must make that choice, so I’ve made mine.”

“Love disappoints you, boy,” Kohga said. “Hate breeds results.”

Link smirked.

“Ten thousand years and look where hate has gotten you,” Link replied. “Right here, facing death at the hands of a Hylian.”

It was as if that was the greatest joke, the way Kohga started to roar in laughter.

“I know you’ve never killed anyone,” he said, crossing his arms. “You don’t have it in you.”

“But I do,” Kohga said as he held out his hands and stanced himself, red magic emanating from them.

Link’s breathing quickened and heavied, his anger festering and making him shake.

With one swift stroke at his former master, Link screaming at the mental and physical effort, the magic stopped completely.

Master Kohga’s head fell down the large hole before his body followed suit.

The sickle Link held clattered to the ground, Link still breathing quickly and forcibly, processing what he’d done.

Killed.

He had killed.

Someone’s life was gone as his hands.

But he would inwardly debate that later, remembering the Princess behind him.

“Zelda,” he said as he rushed to her, untying the fabric around her mouth, the ropes around her wrists and ankles. “Zelda, say something please.”

Her weight drooped unto him when she was untied, Link picking her up like a baby.

Link looked into her heavy eyes, something in his soul yearning to see her green eyes wide and happy, full of life and hope.

Zelda smiled slightly, an odd sight for someone with an arrow in their stomach.

“Didn’t you want to see the royal family’s blood spilled?” she said jokingly, her voice strained.

“Not like this,” Link said. “Come on, I’m getting you out of here. Just...stay alive. Promise me you’ll stay alive.”

Zelda nodded before nestling her head in Link’s shoulder, for a comfort that contrasted the sharp pain in her stomach.

#yiga!link #link #zelda #zelink au

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Shadows of the Yiga | Chapter 18

Headstrong - Trapt

Back off I'll take you on, headstrong to take on anyone. I know that you are wrong. Headstrong, we're headstrong. Back off I'll take you on, headstrong to take on anyone. I know that you are wrong, this is not where you belong. I can't give everything away. I won't give everything away.

Aryll and Mipha moved quickly and quietly through the base, keeping close to the walls and quickly inspecting every empty room they passed. When they reached a split in the corridor, they listened closely for motion before peering around the corner. To their left, the corridor moved away slightly before ending at a door. There was a window beside the door where they could clearly see various monitors. A Yiga soldier was leaning back in a chair, his feet kicked up on the desk with a banana in one hand and a magazine in the other. After a moment, he moved to grab a radio and spoke into it. His gaze moved to the monitor, and his eyes narrowed.

“Shit,” Mipha spat. She grabbed Aryll’s uninjured wrist and pulled her past the security room and further down the corridor. “We don’t have a lot of time.” From somewhere further down the corridor, they could hear a radio crackle to life. “The girls got out,” the voice hissed. “Find them!”

Footsteps echoed off the walls as Yiga soldiers broke into a run. Mipha pulled Aryll hurriedly through a closed door, praying for the best, and they stumbled into a seemingly empty, dark room. They pressed themselves against the wall, listening as Yiga soldiers ran passed the room, unaware of their presence, and they let out a breath of relief.

“They’ll find us,” Mipha said quickly. “We need to go.” She moved to open the door, but Aryll stopped her, grabbing her arm. When Mipha turned to question her, Aryll was jogging across the room.

She hurried towards Link, dropping to her knees and immediately fumbling with the restraints around his wrists. She gave up quickly and instead grabbed at his face when she realized he hadn't acknowledged her.

“Link? Link!” She pulled his chin up, and he blinked blankly at her. “Are you okay?”

Link sighed and pulled his head out of her grip. He grunted weakly in response, but made no further effort to converse with his sister. He didn’t even look up when Mipha found her way to him.

“You look like shit,” she muttered as she turned her attention back to the restraints. She inspected them for a moment before getting back to her feet and looking quickly around the room. “Hold on,” she said as she moved towards the table across the room. “I'll get you out of this.”

Mipha pressed her hand against Link’s cheek. “I can’t heal you,” she said softly. “Can you move?” But Link still did not respond.

Aryll inspected the items scattered across the table until her eyes landed on two, pick-like objects. She snatched them up quickly and moved to pick the locks of the restraints. Within a few minutes, all four clasps were opened and Link stumbled forward onto his knees, weak under his own weight. Aryll and Mipha quickly helped him to his feet, allowing him to lean on them slightly as he steadied himself.

“Are you sure you're okay?” Aryll asked carefully.

“I'm fine,” he finally muttered. He could feel the anger start to rise. He turned his attention to his sister, meeting her gaze in an attempt to calm himself. He still had his doubts on whether they were real or just part of another hallucination, but if he was going to die anyway, he could at least die thinking he was being saved. He could die seeing them both one last time. He would play into the dream and allow himself that one last bit of hope.

“Are you okay?” he asked weakly.

Aryll forced a smile. “I’ve definitely had better days,” she muttered.

“Can you walk?” Mipha asked.

Link hesitated as his gaze fell on her. He nodded silently. Feeling some of his strength return to him, he moved away from their support and towards the table, searching for anything he could use as a weapon. He selected a few of the sharper looking knives and pocketed them, handing one to Aryll. She took it hesitantly.

“I hope you don't expect me to use this,” she muttered.

“Hopefully you won't have to,” Link said simply. He turned his gaze to Mipha, who was still holding the guard’s blade. She was staring at it hesitantly, and Link took it from her.

“I’ll do what I can,” Link continued in hopes of reassuring them.

“Let’s just get out of here,” Mipha muttered.

“Yeah, but how?” Aryll asked. “We have no idea where we are, and I doubt we’ll find any neon exit signs.” She rolled her eyes and blew her hair out of her face. “Plus, they’re kinda hunting us right now.”

“Perfect,” Link muttered. But they didn’t have a chance to plan further as the door swung open. He pushed Mipha and Aryll behind him as Yiga soldiers quickly filled the room. They were armed with various weapons from guns to knives and other deadly looking blades, though they did not draw upon their pistols or rifles. Instead, they drew their blades and pressed in around the three escapees.

If they didn’t resort to using their guns - which Link thought was a safe assumption, as they needed him alive - that left them with only their blades and their own Sheikah power. He supposed he’d have a fighting chance if they only used their weapons, but it seemed unlikely given their unique abilities that they would not resort to such tactics.

Despite this, they didn’t seem willing to give themselves the advantage of using their power. Instead, they lunged at him with their blades drawn. Link was able to dodge the first couple with ease, using his strength to keep himself between the Yiga and Mipha and Aryll. When the next one lunged at him, he blocked the blow with Mipha’s stolen blade. He struggled under the weight of the Yiga for a moment before throwing himself forward and dislodging the attack. Two more lunged at him then, and with a weapon in each hand, he just barely managed to throw them off of him as well.

He couldn’t defend them for much longer, however, and the Yiga knew this as his energy quickly drained. They continued to lunge at him, and as he slowed, they found their opening, taking both Aryll and Mipha in their clutches. The two Yiga soldiers that held them quickly backed off as more of their comrades closed in around Link. He fought them off desperately, only noticing then as a radio crackled to life.

“The ward has been dropped!”

That was why the Yiga weren’t using their powers; a ward was put up, either around the entire base, or just the room where they kept him. It took him only a split second to come to this realization, and he threw himself against the Yiga soldiers blocking his way, knocking them to the ground. In the same moment as they fell, he grabbed one of the guns from their holster and fired four quick shots at the two soldiers that held Aryll and Mipha. Though the shots weren’t fatal, they loosened their hold on the two girls as they stumbled back and fell to the ground, clutching at the wounds on their legs.

Mipha and Aryll scrambled towards Link as he got up and fired several more times at the Yiga around them. A few of his shots were fatal, while the others merely wounded his enemy. Before he had a chance to empty the clip, however, the remaining live Yiga soldiers promptly disappeared with a crack in the air, leaving the three escapees alone to catch their breaths.

Link cursed under his breath. He quickly grabbed another weapon from one of the lifeless bodies, then pushed Aryll and Mipha forward, escaping the room while they had a chance. He knew the Yiga soldiers would be back, and in greater numbers, but he wasn’t about to wait around and let them corner them again.

It seemed as if a majority of the Yiga guards in the base had gone together to try to keep the escapees from freeing their captive, and with some of them temporarily disposed of, it left the base relatively empty, leaving Link, Mipha, and Aryll able to move freely about as they tried to navigate their way to an exit. They moved quickly, stepping lightly as they neared each break in a corridor or a room with an opened door.

They were starting to feel good about their escape when they came to a large, round room. Sunlight streamed in through makeshift windows high up on the walls, and a hot breeze greeted them from an opening across the way. The exit, however, was heavily guarded by more Yiga soldiers, bringing their escape to an abrupt end.

Link moved his gaze over the eagerly approaching soldiers. They were surrounded. To Link's dismay, each one was armed appropriately with some sort of gun in their clutches, ranging from handguns to automatic rifles, though he knew they wouldn’t rely on such simple weaponry when their own powers could do so much more. And he didn't think it likely they would kill them, given what Kohga had said to him before, but he was sure that they would do everything in their power to stop them. It didn't seem likely they would be getting any further.

He felt the rage start to boil inside him once more. It built up quickly within him, taking over before he had a chance to try to stop it. The darkness took control in his mind, freely moving his body. The world seemed to move in slow motion around him as he stepped forward, grabbing two more knives from the table and plunging one into the closest soldier. He ducked as he did so, narrowly avoiding a counter attack and twisting around to plunge the second knife into the next soldier.

He yanked each of the knives out, tossing one across the way where it struck between the eyes of another Yiga soldier, and he plunged the other one into another nearby soldier. He spun around as they quickly enclosed him, grabbing at the gun of one of the fallen soldiers with one hand and yanking the knife out with the other. He slashed the knife across another body as they pressed in, then cocked the gun and fired at another. He ducked down when they lunged at him, swinging a leg around to knock one off his feet, and fired another shot into the group.

Before he knew what was happening – and seemingly just as quickly as it began – the battle was over. Each of the Yiga Clan soldiers lay lifeless or unconscious around Link. He still gripped the gun in his hand as the darkness in him subsided and his awareness returned once more. Back to his normal self, he looked around him in shock at the damages he had caused. His eyes moved over the bodies before finally settling on Mipha and Aryll. Their mouths hung open in confusion and horror, stepping back slightly as Link regarded them.

Link pocketed the gun he held and tore his gaze away. It occurred to him, then, that he was not hallucinating, and the world around him was very real. He stared at the bodies around him and his stomach knotted sickeningly. His gaze caught as one began to shift and moan.

“Let's go,” he muttered, stepping over them and moving forward. He didn't look to see if Mipha or Aryll were following him, and though they hesitated, exchanging unsure glances, they hurried after him until they were safely away from the remaining Yiga Clan soldiers.

To his surprise, when they stepped out of the Yiga hideout, they seemed to be somewhere deep within Gerudo Desert. The only thing he knew about the desert was that it was vast and uninhabited due to its harsh climates and unpredictable sandstorms. Getting out of the Yiga Clan hideout was child’s play in comparison to getting out of the desert alive, with even no clue which way to head.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Aryll muttered. “We’re going to die out here.”

Link was sure of one thing, though; they had to get as far away from the Yiga Clan hideout as they could before anyone else found them. He turned his gaze to the horizon. He had lost all sense of time while he was held captive, but now that they were outside, he could see that the sun was just starting to begin its descent, which meant that that particular direction would bring them east. And east would, eventually, bring them out of the desert.

Without a word, he set forth in an eastern direction. They moved as quickly as they could away from the Yiga Clan hideout, keeping as close to the walls of the canyon as they could before making the hike over the small mountain range and into the heart of the desert. By the time they reached the flat, sandy landscape of the desert, the sun had almost completely set, and the bitter chill of the night had settled on the breeze.

“It’s going to get cold,” Mipha said. “We can’t be out here all night.”

It was the first time they had really spoken since their escape a few hours prior, and Mipha’s voice caused Link to jump.

“Where do you expect us to go?” he snapped at her.

Mipha hesitated. “I just mean… we need to figure something out.”

“How big is this desert, anyway?” Aryll asked. “We could be out here for days.”

“Try months,” Mipha muttered.

Aryll turned and stared blankly at her. “ Months ?”

“Well,” Mipha continued, hesitant. “I mean, if you walked like, end to end, the longest part of the desert, without stopping to rest… yeah. Like, two or three months, probably.”

Aryll turned her gaze to her brother, who had stopped walking. “We’re going to die out here,” she said softly.

“Shut up,” Link hissed at her over his shoulder. “Just let me fucking think.”

“Don’t worry,” Aryll muttered. “You have three months to fucking think.”

“Don’t test me, Aryll,” he warned her.

“Or what? You’re going to turn all fucking Hulk and just kill us all now?”

Link spun on his heels and sneered at her, and Aryll took a step back.

His heart dropped as he watched the fear flash on his sister’s face. He quickly turned back to his anger, however, and his nails dug into the palms of his clenched hands. He turned back around and swore under his breath. He pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to calm himself. He needed to think. He needed a plan to get them out alive.

“Link…” Aryll’s voice shook softly. “What -”

“Let’s just keep moving,” he said quickly. He hesitated before moving forward again. “How cold are we talking?”

“Well,” Mipha started slowly. “We’re not quite in the warmest months, but I don’t suspect it will get too cold. At least in the forties.”

“I thought deserts were hot,” Aryll muttered.

“Yeah, during the day,” Mipha said. “But because it’s so dry, there’s no moisture to retain the heat -”

“Look, man, I don’t need the textbook answer. I’m not about that life anymore.”

Mipha sighed. “You sound like your brother.”

“My grades are way better,” Aryll said. “I’m just on summer vacation. I don’t want to think.”

“How’s that working for you?” Link muttered.

Aryll frowned. “I’ve done more thinking this week than I have all year.” She perked up momentarily, however. “But it was my thinking that came up with our awesome escape plan.”

“Yeah,” Link said slowly. He was finding Aryll’s chattiness comforting in that moment. “How did you manage that one?”

“Oh, you know,” she said with a shrug. “We pulled the classic ‘captive needs medical assistance’ trope. It helped that our guard was an idiot stuffing his face with a damn banana.” She skipped forward to catch up to Link as she animatedly told her tale. “I just dropped to the ground and pretended to be unconscious, yanno? And he came in all like, what the fuck, man. And when he was trying to heal me, I punched him in the face! And he thought he had outsmarted me and pinned me to the ground, but it was just a distraction, and Mipha choked him out with her belt and killed him!”

Link glanced towards Mipha, but she was looking down at her feet. “You’re awfully enthused about it all considering you were their fucking captive.”

Aryll fell quiet for a moment, then shrugged. “It’s the adrenaline,” she said. “I’m sure once we get home, if we ever do, it will hit me like a train and then I’ll go into shock or something.” She turned to Mipha. “Right? I learned about that in some stupid health class or something.”

“Yeah,” Mipha said softly. “That happens in trauma victims.”

“Hear that? We’re trauma victims, now.”

Link sighed. “Please stop talking.”

Aryll narrowed her gaze on him. “Why? So we can all wallow in silence, left alone to our thoughts, and go crazy out here in this forsaken desert where we’ll probably all die?”

“Yes, please. I’d like to die in peace, without your annoying voice.”

“How the hell did you save the world with that attitude?”

“I had a different attitude back then,” Link said. “This one is what you get when all the trauma is over. You’ll be next. Welcome to my hell.”

Aryll frowned, but said nothing more. The sun had officially set, blanketing the world in darkness. To their relief, the full moon was large and bright enough to shed some light on the empty desert. But the night did bring on a chill that was enough to cause them to shiver without any sort of outer clothing to protect them.

Link pulled Aryll closer to him in an attempt to keep her warm. Mipha stayed close on his other side, and the three of them walked like that through most of the night, chatting quietly every now and then. They had no idea what time it was, but it seemed late, assuming they had been walking for several hours already. Aryll could barely keep her own eyes opened, and she tripped on her own feet from time to time, bumping into her brother. It wasn’t until Mipha finally insisted that they stop until morning that Link agreed, and they settled in for the remainder of the night on the desert sands.

With her head in Mipha’s lap and Mipha softly running her hands through her hair, Aryll quickly fell asleep. Link sat closely beside her, wrapping his arms around his knees.

“You should get some rest, too,” Mipha said softly.

Link shook his head. “I’m fine.”

Mipha’s brows furrowed. “When was the last time you slept?”

Link shrugged. “I honestly couldn’t tell ya.”

“You need sleep,” Mipha said sternly. “Sleep deprivation can kill you.”

“I’m fine,” he said through his teeth. “Besides. For all we know, they’ve been following us. Someone needs to keep watch.”

Mipha sighed softly, then patted her lap. “I can take first shift.”

Link hesitated, meeting her gaze. In truth, he was terrified of sleeping, a part of him still convinced that it was all a hallucination and he would wake up back in the Yiga Clan hideout. And even if that weren’t the case, he was sure that the nightmares he seemed to be finally free of would make their way back to him, thanks to this new trauma that would surely renew his old and tired PTSD.

Still, Mipha was right, and he knew there was no sense arguing with her. If he could at least get a couple hours of sleep, it would be better for him in the long run, especially if they found themselves confronted by the Yiga Clan again. He did his best to settle in for the night, and he closed his eyes.

#loz #botw #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #fic #fanfic #soty #shadows of the yiga #soty18

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A New Normal, Chapter 11

FF.net & Ao3

Zelda, Day 16

When she followed Link into the sanctum alongside the few guards that remained, and when they looked upon the remaining yiga that clustered around her throne, Zelda felt a fire rise in her chest. She wanted to fight. She wanted them gone. The intruders looked at the group quizzically, and she removed her hat, realising that Link had done the same at exactly the same time. It must have looked ridiculously dramatic, but she didn’t have time to think about the humor in it at that moment.

“What!?” one of the men exclaimed, and jumped up, having been lounging across the royal throne a moment before. “How are you- you-” he hissed, pointing at Link, “alive?”

“I did ask you if you’d killed me before,” Link replied, and Zelda could hear the smile in his voice. “I don’t go down that easily.”

“I put a sword through your fucking heart,” the yiga snapped back, and Zelda’s eyes widened, looking at the way the man’s black hair was parted, his squinting green eyes, the blood-tipped sword hanging loosely from his waistband.

“How dare you,” she spoke, walking forward and ignoring the hand that Link put out in attempt to stop her. “This is our castle. Calamity Ganon is defeated. There’s no purpose in worshiping him any longer.”

“We are preserving real Sheikah culture,” the yiga spat back, turning his attention to her, and as he walked towards her, she saw Link move closer in her peripheral vision. “Kakariko Village has lost all touch with what the Sheikah were supposed to be. We had technology that could change the world - and the only one who put it to any purpose was Calamity Ganon, while the rest of you shunned us!”

Link was getting restless beside her now, but Zelda stood her ground, even as the yiga came barely five feet away, hand resting on the hilt of a sword at his waistband.

“I would kill your chosen hero a hundred times over as revenge for what he did, not just to Master Kohga, but Calamity Ganon as well,” the yiga snapped, and spat at Zelda’s feet before tilting his head. “Maybe… we could keep you alive… I’d make a great King,” the yiga sneered then, and finally something he’d said had gotten to her. She felt her stomach twist, and Link moved ahead of her then, sword drawn, pointing at the yiga’s throat within a second.

The few other yiga in the room drew their weapons, and as they did, so did the guards that Link and Zelda had brought with them.

“You say anything more and I’ll kill you the way you tried to kill me,” Link said, his voice quiet and low. The yiga swallowed, looking clearly uncomfortable, but spoke anyways, his gaze passing Link to look back at Zelda.

“How do we kill your invincible boyfriend, then? Over and over? What if we just take him apart, piece by piece?”

She was so angry she was shaking, and wondered how Link had managed to stay so calm, but even he seemed to be running low on patience. He struck forward, but the yiga disappeared in a flash of fire and smoke, along with all the others in the room. When they reappeared, hovering inexplicably midair, each fired two arrows.

Zelda fell backwards as Link pulled her, though one struck his leg as a result. His guards had responded quickly, and were already fighting the yiga behind them.

“Something we say strike a chord? Didn’t you forget all about him anyways? Some couple,” the voice jeered, and when the yiga reappeared again, he had a blade at Zelda’s throat, and pulled her away from Link, who wheeled around in shock but staggered slightly due to the arrow in his leg.

“Let’s play a game. If you don’t stand down, we’ll see whether the Princess can come back from the dead just like you did,” the yiga snapped.

Everything stopped. Eyes wide, Zelda looked at Link, shaking her head in a panic. Her thoughts were muddled. She desperately wanted to go back to a few seconds ago when she was safe by his side. Why was it that she could have made a mistake, not covered her six, at a time like this?

Frustrated, Link threw his sword down, and the guards at the other side of the room dropped theirs in turn. One of the yiga pushed Link down to his knees, and another came to help pull Zelda to the ground.

“I don’t think it’s a problem with the sword, but there’s no harm in testing it,” the yiga said thoughtfully, pulling out the blade still stained with Link’s blood from earlier. He held it down at Zelda’s chest as the other yiga pinned her knees down. She grasped the blade with her hands; one of them was already cut from earlier, and although pain seared through her arm and blood dripped down the sword onto her dress, she didn’t let go. Her strength was nothing compared to the man standing above her. But she couldn’t die. Not after all of this.

She looked sideways, panicked, to find Link. If she was going to die, she at least wanted his face to be the last thing she saw.

“No silly powers to get you out of this one, hero?” the yiga chuckled, and as Zelda watched him, his eyes widened.

“What do you want?” Link asked, head still dipped. Zelda glanced up towards the yiga.

“I don’t want to kill her. Really don’t. Not now that we have her. I mean, look at that face,” the yiga replied, smirking down at Zelda, who winced and looked away. “But we’ll take you and figure out exactly what makes you tick. You know. Torture and all that. Maybe - what did you call her before?- Zel and I can come and see you now and again.”

“Fine,” Link said, standing up slowly. “Don’t touch her, and you can have me.”

The yiga pretended to think it over, and then laughed.

”Hmm… no. I’ll just have both of you - right now.”

He lifted the sword. Began to strike it downwards. Zelda wanted to close her eyes tight, to not look, to disappear somewhere else, but she looked at Link instead. He was grinning at her. She didn’t have time to make sense of what that meant; didn’t even have time to finish her thoughts. What-

Link spun. At a ridiculous speed, he’d spun, and snapped his fingers in the process. An image of Urbosa flashed in Zelda’s mind as a thunder filled the room. Lightning struck from all directions, and she shut her eyes tight, lifting her arms above her face. When the onslaught of sound and electricity finally stopped, the room crackled a little before settling. The blade that had been above her fell sideways with a loud clatter.

Swords and sickles hit the ground, followed by the yiga’s bodies, as if there’d been a sort of comical delay of them waiting in the air. Zelda lifted her head warily, and as her eyes met Link’s, she scrambled to her feet to meet him in an embrace. The two of them fell to their knees, holding each other tight and breathing heavily. One of Link’s hands rested on the back of her head, and she shut her eyes, still trying to convince herself that this was real.

It was quiet for a little bit then, and as Zelda finally lifted her head from out of the crook of Link’s shoulder, all she could ask was:

“Is it over?”

He laughed weakly and pulled back, nodding once.

“It’s over.”

 Link, Day 19

It took a few days before life settled back into a comfortable groove. Waiting was hell, but Zelda had asked Link to give her some time while she brought the castle back up to speed, and he’d needed time to help the guards as well. Many had been injured, and others wanted to train harder for the future. He had a lot of explaining to do when it came to the rumors of him coming back from the dead, and summoning lightning within the sanctum. There was some skepticism regarding his ‘powers,’ but the kingdom could do nothing but accept it when their own Princess vouched for him. One way or another, the yiga had been defeated, and that was enough.

A day finally came when she felt she had some time off, and though she desperately wanted to see Link, she figured he still had work to be done. She left for her room, thinking that a nap would be perfect. Part of her wanted to simply go to bed, but it was only three in the afternoon, and that seemed improper for the ruler of a kingdom.

When she finally got to her room, she shut the door behind her and leaned against it, letting out a long sigh. If she skipped dinner, would anyone from the kitchen really notice? Maybe she could send a message saying she was tired and going to bed early, but then they’d surely ask to make sure she wasn’t sick, or find out if she wanted something sent up, or-

Amidst her thoughts, Zelda had begun taking off her dress when something caught her eye, and quickly she turned to look at her bed. On top of the duvet, cross-legged and perfectly still, was Link.

She gasped, startled at the sight of someone else in what she assumed had been an empty room, and then tripped over the hem of her skirt, falling back against her bookcase. A few tomes tumbled out above her, and Link rushed over from the bed to help her get her footing.

“Hylia, Link, you completely scared me, I didn’t know you’d be in here - what are you…?”

She trailed off as she looked up at him, noticing the way he was looking down at her. Her heart jumped to her throat seeing him so close, seeing the freckles on his nose and his blue eyes watching her evenly. The air between them was tense, as if he was restless, and immediately she felt an energy in the room that hadn’t been there before. Thankfully, he spoke before she’d gone flush with colour.

“I miss you.”

Miss. Not missed. He was currently missing her, like he knew this moment of privacy was short-lived, like he had no idea how long the two of them would have to continue sneaking glances at each other from afar as the citizens of Hyrule continued to drag them away for more and more tasks to do. But she knew something he didn’t, and when the corners of her lips twitched into a small smile, he noticed. Link tilted his head at her, asking her a wordless question.

“I actually… don’t have anything left to do today,” Zelda answered him, keeping eye contact as she spoke, hard as it was. She was sure her cheeks were bright red by now. Having him so close was intoxicating, and now the look in his eyes had changed. He seemed almost… hungry.

“You don’t?” he asked, voice soft, and finally he broke his gaze from hers, trailing his fingers along the side of her face and moving closer.

“No,” she replied, her eyes falling shut as Link bent down. She could feel his breath hot on her neck, his hand moving further down to her waist and finally cupping her hip. His other hand left her arm, clearly distracted, but it had been holding her up. She tried to catch herself from the fall, but tripped over the hem of her skirt, and grabbed at Link as she went. The two of them tumbled onto the floor and hit the bookcase again, which dropped more tomes and scrolls atop them.

“S-sorry!” Zelda stammered, feeling one of his arms beneath her; he must have wrapped it around her last minute to help break the fall. She looked up at him in a panic, but he only laughed and shook his head.

“No, I’m sorry. You tend to distract me.”

“Sorry then,” she said again, and Link gave her a skeptical look.

“Why sorry? That I’m in love with y-”

He was smiling, but it disappeared quite fast; it was clear he hadn’t meant to speak so brazenly. His eyes, bright and wide, looked down at her with an emotion that took her a moment to place. Was it fear?

“Link-”

She reached for him as he went to get up, and he paused, but didn’t look back at her. She shuffled to try to get a look at him, and he seemed embarrassed and frustrated, cheeks red as he tried to hide his face.

“Link, I- it’s just hard, because-”

“It’s fine. I shouldn’t have said anything,” he replied, voice shaking, as he tried to get up once again.

“For Hylia’s sake Link, listen to me!”

She’d spoken a little sterner than she’d wanted, but it worked, and Link stopped and looked back at her in surprise.

“I just want to make sure you love me, not just… her.”

She prayed to the goddesses in that moment that he wouldn’t ask her to explain any further, because she knew that doing so would make her cry, and she was sick of crying. Still above her, he swallowed, no doubt partially wondering why this incredibly emotional exchange had to happen while they were on the floor of her bedroom, surrounded by books and spilled scrolls.

“Don’t make me say it again if you don’t feel the same.”

His voice was low, and a little bit pleading. He’d answered her question - and happy as she was to hear it, it hurt. Even now, part of her wanted to hold back - part of her was saying it wasn’t enough yet, that it had only been a few weeks, that there was no way she could know for sure. Doubt was nagging and pulling at her, but her heart was full and there was a stronger voice within her that was telling her: jump.

He’ll catch you.

She could have told him all the ways he confused her, told him all the ways she confused herself and how hard it all had been. She could have said how difficult it was to separate herself from her past self and how impossible it was - for now - to accept any of it. To accept that she would never be the Zelda from before, but also to accept that that Zelda... was gone. To accept that it was just her, to be happy with herself. To accept that there was nothing else to be done, and to accept that her heart flipped when she thought of him, that her stomach twisted in knots at the sight of him, that his simple presence made her feel happy and safe and comfortable, and that she just wanted to be with him all the time; she could have worked through every little thought and doubt she had, given him a disclaimer to her feelings, but she’d had enough of that. Enough, now.

“I love you.”

The words left her lips more as a decision than a statement, but were honest nonetheless. She knew Link was happy despite his trembling as he used his arm behind her to scoop her up towards him.

“I’m sorry it’s been so hard,” he whispered, “Zel. I’m so so-”

“I’m sorry I took advantage of you before I’d figured out my feelings,” she interrupted him, and pulled back slightly, hoping that the way she looked at him would tell him exactly what she was thinking about. She hadn’t wanted to bring it up at all, but it had been bugging her. He looked confused, but only for a moment.

“Hebra?” he asked, and she nodded ashamedly, but he only laughed.

“You have to be joking. I was confused, sure, but -” he cut himself short. “Maybe we should just… not talk about all of this now. Maybe we should get off the floor.”

“Ah- right,” Zelda laughed, smiling up at him. He stood slowly, but as she went to follow him he tucked another arm under her legs and lifted her princess-style upwards. She gasped, grasping at his shoulders in surprise.

“What were we doing before all of this?” Link asked, but in a tone that told her he already knew the answer. She, however, had to take a moment to remember; he set her down on the edge of the bed, and looked at her again with an expression that spread heat through her chest and face.

At the same time she remembered, he kissed her.

#a new normal #breath of the wild #botw #zelink #it's done!!! #the ending is abrupt but it's FINALLY DONE

[odogaronfang]

Sore with shadow and vio, manga vers or your AU is fine

[[oooh i’m gonna make this a sequel to the delirious one]]

“Everything,” Shadow groans, when he comes around, “Fuckin’ hurts.” He tries to rub his head- it feels sticky and hot and it’s throbbing- and he does and when he looks at his hand there’s crusted-over blood on it. His wrists hurt, and it looks like he’s got rope burn on them, and his ankles are sore too.

Blue isn’t around, but Vio is, sitting over by the fire, presumably making breakfast. He could definitely use something to eat. Slowly, agonizingly, he pushes himself up, steadies himself on shaky feet and shambles over to Vio.

Or, at least, he tries to, because he hasn’t gotten more than five steps towards him when he gets up, and lightning-quick has an arrow strung and pointed directly at his face.

“What the fuck,” He says, stumbles back a step and stares wide-eyed at Vio.

“Tell me who you really are.” Vio’s eyes are cold, and calculating, the kind of gaze he sets on monsters and the kind of gaze he definitely doesn’t want on him. “Because I know you are not ‘just a hylian’.”

“What are you-”

“You know what I’m talking about. Playing dumb might fool other people. Not me.”

This is a precarious situation, to say the least. He’s sure that the moment the word Yiga comes out of his mouth Vio’s going to let go of that bowstring. But he’s also sure that he isn’t going to be able to lie his way out of this, or at least not to Vio. He’s half-sheikah, after all, and not very kind towards liars.

He does know some magic to wipe memories, but if the hole in his memory is anything to tell by last night was a blood moon, and he’s weak and low on strength, and even a full-blooded (ex)sheikah isn’t fast enough to duck an arrow at point-blank range.

He blows out a long breath. “Okay, look-”

“I am not interested in excuses.”

“I know. I’ll tell you-”

“Yes, I know you will.”

“Would you stop interrupting me? Just put the bow down! If I tell you you’ll just shoot me without waiting to hear the rest.”

“I am not so foolish.” Still, cautiously, he does relax the string. “We will sit. You stay just where you are, and I swear to the goddess if you make even one false move I will not hesitate.”

He doesn’t doubt the sincerity of that at all. He does as told and sits, even folds his hands in his lap, keeps them in full view so Vio doesn’t get the wrong idea.

“So?”

“I’m an ex-Yiga.” He wants to just get that out, no suspense, no leading, because he’s not sure he’d have the courage, especially when Vio’s reaching for- “But wait wait wait before you grab the bow please don’t shoot me I’m not done.”

“There is no telling whether you’ve truly quit. Even if you have I’m not certain I can trust you.”

“Vio- Vio you have to have known.”

“I’ve suspected for quite some time that you were sheikah. I gave you the benefit of the doubt and assumed you were at least a little bit above becoming a member of the Yiga.”

“I am! That’s why I left! It sucked there!”

“Then why bother joining?”

“‘Cause I was a stupid kid and didn’t have anywhere else to go.” He shrugged. “I dunno how many times I’d heard about the Yiga as a kid. Some big secretive group of outlaws, sneaking around doing the Calamity’s work. I figured hey, it’s something to do, and after my parents died everyone felt like they had to keep me in sight at all times. I didn’t like it so I left and wandered around until I met a Yiga disguised as a traveler along the road, and it just kinda went from there.”

“When did you leave them?”

“…A few years ago. I only stayed for maybe four years. It was… too much. They keep a list of all the people they’ve killed, you know. Up on the wall, posted outside Kohga’s room, like a big banner of pride.”

“So killing people was fine, but reading about it just broke the camel’s back, then? Why?”

“I read the list.” He’s quiet, for a moment. “Maybe I’m not the best person ever, but I feel like working for the people that killed my parents is wrong in some kind of way.”

Vio isn’t sure how to respond to that, he can tell. He doesn’t really blame him. He wasn’t even sure how to respond to it, when he first found out.

“I feel as though I should apologize,” He says, after a time, “But then, you’ve been lying to us for, what, four years now?”

“Wasn’t lying, really-”

“Lying. Deceit by omission. It does not make much of a difference.” He sighs, draws shapeless patterns in the dirt with the tip of his dagger. “Shadow. Is Shadow even your name?”

“Not legally. But I think I’d rather use that than my real one.”

“Right, well, this is important information. You know that, don’t you? Inside information on the Yiga. That could do something.”

“I’m not welcome back there. I’d be killed on the spot. I’m sure they’ve changed things since I ditched. I don’t think I’ll be of much use.”

“Even what you do know can help.”

“Look, Vio, even if that’s true… I’m tied to Ganon. I mean I’m sure you guessed that the second I said I was ex-Yiga. But for fuck’s sake, Vio, I’m tied to Ganon! I can’t help anyone!”

“Would you not have severed those ties once you left the Yiga?”

“That isn’t how that works.” He’s starting to get panicky just thinking about it. “Vio- for the love of Hylia. Vio, initiation is drinking Malice. Drinking Malice. You don’t understand. You really don’t. It isn’t your fault but you don’t know a single fucking goddamn thing about what’s really going on with me.”

“Calm down,” Vio tells him, as if that’d help, seems unsure of what to do. “Shadow. Calm down. Of course I don’t know if you’ve never told me.”

“Look,” He manages to choke out, his throat feels tight and he doesn’t know why, “Look. You don’t. You don’t rip up your contract and it’s just a happy little goodbye. It’s for life and if you try to desert they hunt you down. I’m lucky. I’m lucky I’m still even alive. Do you know how terrifying that is- to know you’re being hunted? I’m dead meat once they find me. And they will because I’m still technically one of them. You can’t just leave, Vio!”

“Shadow, please,” Vio’s voice is soft, a tone Shadow’s heard him use very rarely. “You need to calm down. I’m sure we can find a way-”

“No! We can’t! You know that’s how I’m able to use magic, right? The Malice? I cut myself off from that and I’m defenseless! A sitting duck!”

“It is for the best. We will be here, to help you. One of us can teach you to fight without magic, it isn’t so difficult once you-”

“No. No. I’m not doing it, I can’t!”

“Shadow. I am going to tell the others about this, once we’ve reunited. You can take the risk of completely alienating yourself or you can take the risk of getting better.”

He’s silent, for a good long while, staring at the ground and then at Vio and then back at the ground.

“I need to think about it,” He mutters, finally, and stalks off into the trees.

#four swords #shadow link #vio link #botw au #my writing #my au #shadow is very torn up about his past and doesnt do well talking about it #it takes a long time before he can really open up about it without having a full-blown panic attack #he is after all being actively hunted by the yiga #and yes. he continues to drink malice even after leaving the yiga #it sustains his magic and he doesnt fight very well with anything else #he carries around a reinforced flask full of the stuff for emergencies #mostly for after blood moons because they really take it out of him #still accepting these btw!

[todonintendos]

Top 5 Best and Worst Shrine Quests in Breath of the Wild

A few days ago I listed my favourite and least favourite shrines from Breath of the Wild, however I focused on what was inside of each shrine itself rather than what players must do in order to get to them, and this is where Shrine Quests become important. There are 42 of those in the game, and they’re missions that need to be completed in order to reach or unlock a shrine. For this list, I will be excluding all quests in which the shrine is already accessible before triggering the mission, as I’ve found a lot of those by just randomly exploring, so here it begins!

Also, spoiler alert, just sayin’ you may want to complete all of these quests by yourself before.

#5 (Best) - Shrouded Shrine

To kick off this list I could have picked any of the three mazes, but instead I went for that dark forest north of the Great Hyrule Forest because it’s more original and better designed than any of the three labyrinths. The gimmick is pretty much using whatever you find or is in your inventory to light up your way to the shrine in a completely dark forest. There are many treasures spread around, but nothing too interesting on the chests except a ruby. As you advance, you’ll begin to hear growls that become louder and louder, and when you get to the end the mystery unravels: someone at Nintendo decided it would be cool to put a Hinox right there, but you can just skip it and enter the shrine. 

This shrine adds a sense of mystery and, why not, fear to the game, which you won’t see anywhere else in the vast wilderness of Hyrule, which is mainly why I like this quest.

#5 (Worst) - The Ceremonial Song

I know most of you actually don’t find this quest to be that bad, but it straight up confused me to the point I had to give up and come back way later in the game. The quest triggers when you talk to a Zora girl, and she sings a song containing all the clues you need to solve the quest. I was a bit early into the game so when I read “scale of light” I immediately thought of one of the three dragons, but which one? The question answered itself when I tried putting all three scales on the pedestal without success, only to find out later “scale” referred to the weapon, so I began looking for it when that old Zora told me he dropped it off a bridge... but what bridge? I looked under every bridge on the way to Zora’s Domain, didn’t find anything. He was actually talking about the “bridge” he was standing on, which I don’t even consider a bridge in the first place. 

But this doesn’t end here, the final step was going to the pedestal and doing what the Mipha statue was doing. I don’t think I have to mention how much time it took me to figure out what she was actually doing and what I had to replicate... and that I had to do it from a certain height. As soon as I saw the shrine pop up... ugh... screw this quest.

#4 (Best) - Recital at Warbler’s Nest

Despite the urge to talk about how terribly cute the small Rito are, I’m gonna have to focus on the quest. It triggers when you talk to one of the five sisters at Warbler’s Nest. She will tell you that her four sisters met up to sing with her, but didn’t come, so you’ve got to look for them. All of the missing Rito are in Rito Village (shoutouts to the one sitting on the cliff that literally took me ages to find) and each of them will give you an ingredient, as the green bird won’t go sing unless you prepare her favourite meal: salmon meunière, which you do by mixing the three ingredients you get from the other sisters.

Once this is done, the five sisters will be finally reunited at Warbler’s Nest and they’ll play their song. Now the player must memorize the order in which they sing, and use a Korok Leaf to enter that pattern using the numbered rocks as a reference to reveal the shrine. This quest mixes two of the main attractions of any Zelda game: exploration and puzzles, and the shrine you get is not a blessing one... but it has a huge staircase.

Now that I’m done talking about the quest... please take a minute to appreciate the cuteness of the five sisters, specially during the cutscene in which they fly back to Rito Village. Also my apologies to the blue one for being an unhatched egg, never forget.

#4 (Worst) - Watch Out for the Flowers

The fact that this is one of the first shrines you’ll encounter after exiting the Plateau doesn’t save it from being among the worst. I’m talking about that infamous quest featuring the mad flower woman, who literally takes away part of your health is you step on her flowers too much. And by stepping, I mean just touching one single flower a little bit. Or you can also wait until you get Revali’s Gale and screw all the process up, but that still makes it too cheap. Get frustrated or skip everything, you decide what to do. 

And don’t forget to burn all of the flowers from a certain distance when you leave using bomb arrows. She somehow won’t notice and you’ll feel like you’ve recovered all of the time you may have wasted with this one.

#3 (Best) - The Stolen Heirloom

Unlocking this one takes some time, as you don’t just need to defeat Master Kohga in order to trigger it, but also complete every secondary quest in Kakariko Village. Once you do, you’ll notice something strange at Impa’s house: that big fat orange ball is missing and that girl that gets shipped with Link way to much called Paya will tell you, sobbing, that someone stole it. After falsely incriminating a random woman who just wanted to cry the death of someone he loved (this is your fault Nintendo), if you head to the pedestal that’s next to the Great Fairy Fountain, everything gets suddenly real. Even more if you consider the lore of Kakariko Village.

Basically, the big fat ball was stolen by a big fat Yiga who is suspiciously stronger than the other big fat Yigas. I could talk about the fact that you just have to defeat him in order to unlock the shrine, but it’s the lore what gives the bronze medal to this quest on my list. Dorian, one of the guards in Impa’s House, is a former Yiga member who left the organization to look after his family, so the Yigas killed her wife as a revenge, and as they weren’t done yet they came back to steal the big fat ball which the game likes to call heirloom.

After kicking the Yiga’s butt, the first thing that came to my mind was that boy who was seemingly playing hide and seek with her mother for like, forever. You could think it’s just another NPC cliché, but everything changes when you find out that’s one of Dorian’s children. Then you’ll come across the game’s lore silently cutting onions in a distant corner.

#3 (Worst) - The Lost Pilgrimage

If you’ve played the game, you know what I’m talking about. All Koroks are cute, I must admit, but this one gets on my nerves, Scolting missions in videogames are generally bad, and this one is no exception. This mission is one of the three trials in the Korok Forest, and you have to follow a Korok without letting it notice you and, of course, trying not to lose track of it as he knows the way. And you don’t. The way becomes more and more dangerous as you progress, to the point where he runs back after getting scared without even telling you, and there’s a wolf ready to make things harder. And it’s not a short way.

The first time I did this quest I somehow managed to get to the shrine, but not complete the quest because I didn’t talk to the Korok once I was there. All I can tell you is that I tried again like 100 hours of gameplay later.

#2 (Best) - The Spring of Wisdom

Though you don’t really need to trigger an actual shrine quest in order to unlock the shrine, I just couldn’t miss this one. You’ve probably already seen Dinraal and Farosh flying around Hyrule, but what about Naydra? All the pieces of the puzzle put themselves on its place when you get to the summit of Mount Lanayru: the big blue dragon is possessed by that purple goo thing with eyes. And suddenly, a boss battle appears!

To defeat the evil forces taking over Naydra, you just have to fly next to him and shoot the malicious eyes with any arrows you have. Not too hard, yet not too easy, as Naydra moves and turns pretty fast and you can’t touch its freezing body. Despite the apparent simplicity of the battle, the setting is what makes it unique and different of anything we’ve played so far in any Zelda game. Once Naydra is defeated, you have to take a scale from its body and put it on the fountain to reveal the shrine. Make sure to say hi to Naydra whenever you find it while exploring!

#2 (Worst) - Test of Will

The main attraction of this shrine is three Gorons that don’t even know who you are and aren’t aware of you possessing either Fire Elixir or an entire suit that protects you from extreme heat in your inventory. This quest requires a bit of exploring to find, so you may already have any of the stuff required in your inventory... or you can rely of food, as it somehow prevents you from burning to death.

Now, just stand still for way too long until the Gorons notice you can handle heat better than they do. Don’t worry, they won’t notice you’re technically cheating, but they won’t give you back the five minutes you wasted by simply waiting.

#1 (Best) - Stranded on Eventide

Like if there were any doubts. Stranded on Eventide is the only quest where it just doesn’t matter what weapons or what enemies you’ve killed during your adventure (only hearts and stamina do), so it doesn’t really matter when you do this quest. This quest begins right when you step on Eventide Island for the first time, and the game takes away all of your clothes and weapons so you’ve got to start from zero, using anything you find as a weapon. The aim is to find three orange balls and bring each one to any of the three pedestals.

This is a challenge known for its rather hard difficulty, as it’s not about killing enemies as you’re probably used to do, but about avoiding them. You don’t want to face them though the balls are in the most dangerous locations possible. Heck, there’s even one on a Hinox, and the only alternatives are either climbing to his belly using his hand, or throwing something at his eye when he wakes up. But you can’t deny that the satisfaction of beating this is certainly worth it.

#1 (Worst) - Under a Red Moon

If the main problem with the previous worst quest was waiting, then you’re instantly going to understand why this is the worst quest in the game. You can be lucky and be able to unlock this shrine right away, or be like me and talk to Kass the night after the blood moon happened.

As you might have guessed, all you have to do is stand on the pedestal during a blood moon. And you have to do it naked. Unneeded detail that I bet at least someone missed and got even more frustrated... as unneeded as the quest itself, gotta be honest here.

And that was it! Those were my five most and least favourite shrine quests in Breath of the Wild... hope y’all agree! (probably not, though)

NEXT LIST: TOP 10 HARDEST KOROKS

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Omorashi Kohga? Don't tell me Sooga wouldn't love to get peed on/'marked' by his beloved master. Gross for sure, but these boys are gross, so...

I was gonna ignore this, because piss kink is NOT my thing. BUT, you do kiiinda have a point? In a real gross way, I can see this. That, and I’m gonna be answering some asks before I get to my main fanfics I’m planning. So, imma try this, but I’ve never written something like this before, so if it isn’t good, oh well, a bitch tried.

Having access to Master Kohga’s room was STILL a new feeling for Sooga. Kohga was currently in his napping spot, and he requested that Sooga clean his room for him while he napped. He knew he was really just trying to nap in peace, but Sooga was not one to refuse a direct order. His room WAS on the sloppy end, and it made Sooga feel better, knowing his bed was made, his floor was mopped, and his things were tucked away. All but his books, which he had just finished dusting. Kohga loved to read, Sooga noticed. They weren’t poetry or old war manuscripts like Sooga would prefer to read, but romances, funny plays, and occasionally historical books of the clan. Then there were the dirty books. 

Books and magazines that held lewd material, enough to make a pervert blush. Sooga skimmed through the magazines, only to immediately close them. Pictures of men. LOTS of men. Some without clothes, some with. Mainly without. Sooga was not one to shame his master for his desires, or even the fact that his lust never FULLY stayed with him, but this was a bit...much. Sooga just lightly shook his head, and started to put it away. That was when he noticed a bookmark in one of the more leatherbound ones. He must be reading this one. He read the spine of the book; ‘of Knights and Passions’. Borderline romantic, actually. Sooga grew curious, and opened the page to where the bookmark was, and started reading.

‘He grabbed a hold of his knight’s long, red hair. His fingers coiled so tightly around his locks with such a heavy hand, it brought a sneer to the Knight’s lips. It made Prince Aezielle feel as though he was holding onto fire itself. A beast ready to be tamed, Aezielle was no longer going to tolerate his behavior. The high and mighty attitude he possessed did not fit who he served. He deserved some humbling. The prince pulled down his trousers, and shoved his cock in his face. The little night growled at him, only to be silenced by another hair pull.

'“You want to sound and act like a canine? Fine. Let’s treat you as such.”

He forced back his head, opening his mouth, and shoving himself in past his lips. He pushed himself till he was in the back of his throat, before he pulled himself out, making the red head cough. Before he could open his mouth, Aezielle pushed his head down, and proceeded to urinate right on the top of his head. The knight sat there, helpless and defenseless against his current plight.

"I hope you feel humiliated. I hope you feel like you know your place. I hope you understand that not only is your insolence intolerable, it is suitable for punishment. I hope you reek of your shame for days to come. Until you learn to obey, you shall smell of me."

Past his warm, dripping locks, the knight’s eyes seemed less fiery. Less bold and defiant. Perhaps, he truly was property of his liege'.

Sooga sat there for a moment, dumbfounded. He had just read some fictional story of a prince urinating on his knight, in order to get him to submit. It was disgusting, humiliating, unsanitary. But...Sooga thought about it. He thought of Master Kohga holding his hair like that, forcing possession onto him in a disgusting, demeaning manner. Sooga shouldn't be here on his bed, palming at the bulge that seemed to form.

"Maybe...oh, alright, before Master Kohga wakes up."

Sooga quickly tucked the book away, and sat down on the bed. He pulled himself out of his uniform, and proceeded to stroke his cock. This was shameful, touching himself not only without his permission, but on his own bed. He deserved getting pissed on. Deserved the notion of being tamed in a gross, vile manner. He stroked his cock slowly yet firmly, surprised at how quickly he found himself panting. Oh he REALLY liked this, apparently. 

"PLEASE Master Kohga…"

Just once, to see what it was like. See what the hot fluid would feel like pouring down the back of his neck, the possessive look in his eyes upon being caught being so unbecoming. Humiliation and appreciation all in one filthy action. No wonder he was throbbing. 

"Hey Sooga, you finished- woah."

Sooga nearly fell off the damn bed the second he was caught. Right. This was HIS room afterall. Sooga grabbed a pillow to cover himself, trying to find some kind of apology suitable. He should've known better than to indulge some fantasy as grotesque as this.

"Master Kohga I can explain!"

Kohga laughed, walking over and grabbing his pretty chin.

"You don't have to explain ANYTHING, Sooga. This is a big, pleasant surprise for me. Honestly all you'd need is a ribbon and you'd be the prettiest present~"

Kohga chuckled, leaning down to peck those lips, sort of into the taste of the drool. He plucked the pillow from his grasp, throwing it to the side and stroking his cock in his nice, skilled hands. He chuckled as Sooga seemed to whine under his touch.

"Now, what got my pretty boy so worked up? I'm dying to know."

He held onto his hand as he was stroked, looking as meek and as defenseless as he could, in hopes that Kohga would at least hear his wishes.

"I...read one of your books."

"Oh you did? Well, color me surprised! Which one?"

"'Of Knights and Passions', I believe."

"Oooh, good pick! Don't spoil anything though, I haven't finished it. What part was it that got your rocks off?"

Sooga hesitated, but Kohga’s prompting hand forced him to speak. He HAD to be more open with his Master, he deserved that much.

"The….part where the prince...uhm…"

"Was it where they fucked on the king's throne? That's a good part."

"I...no, didn't read that part. It was the uh...part where he….peed on him."

There was a silence between them, when Kohga let go of him, laughing till he was near to tears.

"YOU ARE N O T INTO THAT PART, NO WAY."

Sooga sat there, ashamed. Of course Kohga would find it disgusting. Find HIM disgusting even. He was about to just put himself away, before Kohga grabbed onto his wrist, trying to regain his composure.

"Oh my god, okay, I'm done, I'm sorry. I just. Was NOT expecting that, at all. So, is it like, the idea of pee, or a domination thing?"

Sooga shook his head, feeling too embarrassed to elaborate. That was when Kohga bonked his mask against his, finally seeming to calm down.

"I'm done, I promise. Come on big guy, I wanna make you feel good. I didn’t mean to laugh, I promise. I'll even make you fish tonight if it means you'll stop having that sour face of yours."

"...even salmon skin?"

"Even salmon skin. Come on, tell me, like a good boy."

Sooga sighed. He wanted to hide away from it all, but his hard cock demanded he at least explain himself.

"I...I like the idea of you doing it to me, in a possessive sense."

"See how easy that was?"

Sooga forced himself to smile a bit, upon getting the cheek pat from Kohga. He supposed his initial reaction of laughter was warranted, given the absurdity of it all. Sooga was about to just nod and tuck himself away, before Kohga snapped his fingers, pointing to the floor.

"Alright, let's do it then."

"I...pardon?"

"Let's do it! I'm willing to try anything at least once, especially if it means it'll get your cock nice and hard."

Sooga was clearly at a loss for words, unable to make sense of what he did to deserve master Kohga. He hesitated, before Kohga prompted him again, and Sooga obeyed, honestly a bit eagerly. Kohga patted his head, un doing his hair tie and lightly messing up his pretty hair.

"Such a pretty boy, my Sooga. Alright, play with that cock for me."

Sooga obeyed, toying with himself as Kohga ran his fingers through his scalp, really enjoying the rather assertive touch. Kohga pulled at his hair, forcing his head up to look at him. He put his cock right on his mask, rubbing it in his face as though he was bullying him.

"You make it so hard not to talk, you know. Looking the way you do, talking how you do, BEGGING the way you do. I love you, you know that? I love how you’re getting so much more comfortable, finding kinks all on your own."

"You...flatter me, master."

He was having troubles listening, given the fact that he was making himself feel so damn good right now. 

"I'm just being truthful. You're my good boy, and I'm gonna give my good boy what he wants. Because he deserves a nice, big reward, doesn't he?"

Sooga nodded. He never felt like he deserved Kohga, but he did in fact, deserve to be rewarded for how far he's come. Deserved to be claimed in this manner. Deserved to be under the full rulership of his master. Kohga pushed his head down, and Sooga touched himself faster, knowing he was going to finally fucking get it.

And he absolutely did. He felt the warm stream start from his neck, before Kohga let go of his hair, in order to let it freely flow down his locks. It was hot to the touch, like Sooga expected, but what was so fantastic about it, was Kohga’s voice.

"That's it. Stay just like that, I'm not done with you. You're my boy, you're gonna smell like it. You're so into me, you're literally jerking yourself off while I just pissed all over you. You gonna cum? Cum on my floor? In my room? In MY arms? Do it. Do it and look at me."

Sooga lifted his head up, feeling his cock throb and the hot piss run down the side of his features. Kohga was staring at him so intently, so full of authority and leadership over him. Was it any wonder that he swore, and came all over the once clean floor? All while staring Kohga in his beautiful face? Kohga chuckled, shaking his head as Sooga pumped his cock free of all that nice, hot cum.

"So. I take it we found something you liked, huh big guy?"

Sooga found himself practically whimpering as he held onto his cock. That was everything he wished, and more. He nodded slowly, bonking his mask against Kohga’s.

"I...I do. But I enjoy any means of being claimed by you. You're wonderful, Master Kohga."

"Yeah and I'm in love with a little pissbaby. Let's get you a shower that ISN'T golden, dirty boy."

So Sooga had a rather odd, disgusting kink. But so long as Kohga accepted it of him, he could hold absolutely no shame.

#asks #kohga #sooga #lemon #listen #me and kohga will try anything at least once

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

A request for something that might be hilarious: Sooga railing Kohga hard and dirty, as is tradition, but there's someone stuck in the room (snuck into Kohga's room to grab/steal something and hid in the closet when the husbands came in or something) and forced to secretly spectate. Cil, Von, Zelda, Revali.... doesn't matter who. Just hilarious awkwardness XD

I had JUST the pairing in mind for this!

"This is RIDICULOUS! I KNOW it's in here!"

"What makes you think he took it?"

"Because Kohga is a petty, pot bellied idiot."

"And I'm here because?"

"He likes you. In case we get caught."

Mipha was there with Revali in Kohga’s room. He had somehow convinced her to join him in searching for a bottle of precious oil he was missing, convinced that Kohga stole it from him. Mipha looked at the door, then back at Revali. Using the party as an excuse to stifle through his things felt wrong, but Revali was a very adamant bird.

"Can you at least be careful? You might break something!"

"I'm going to break HIM once I find it. My feathers do NOT settle properly without it!"

He kept digging through his things, trying not to make it look like someone had been in here. That was when Mipha heard the door. In a panic, she grabbed his hand, and dove for the closet, shutting it, and putting her finger over her lips, letting him know to be silent. They both poked through the crack of the dresser, watching a lovesick Sooga give kisses upon kisses to his Master Kohga.

"Hey hey, easy you dog! I'm not going anywhere!"

"Can't help it. Cil had been ogling you all night, and it really got on my nerves."

"Oooh a petty pounding! I can get behind that~"

Sooga pulled Kohga’s clothes off surprisingly quickly, and Mipha had to cover her face as soon as she saw what was happening.

"Oh my gosh- we HAVE to let them know we're in here!"

"Sooga is going to kill the BOTH of us, and I'm not leaving without my feather oil! Just block it out, I know it's in this closet, so I'm going to keep looking."

Revali tried to be quiet in his search, unlike the now nude yiga in front of them. They both heard Kohga yelp from the sudden slap on his ass, before hearing him damn near giggle to himself.

"You are being SO bad, you dog!"

"Based on that laugh, you want me to do that again."

Sooga didn’t wait for an answer, delivering another smack to his ass, making Kohga jump. Mipha HATED hearing it. She was invading their privacy, being near them during such an intimate-

"God Sooga has a huge cock."

"Revali! What happened to your oil?"

"Right right- sorry I got distracted."

"You are PERVERSE!"

"Like you've never wondered how big he was. That Yiga outfit BARELY leaves anything to the imagination!"

"It's RIGHT in my face, of course I wonder, but that's not the POINT! Did you find it?"

"No, I haven’t. He's hiding it SOME-"

She clamped her hand over his mouth, upon hearing movement close to the closet. They both peeked out, in time to see Sooga sitting back down, and hoisting Kohga back into his lap. He rubbed his cock against his now oiled up hand, making Kohga chuckle.

"Shit...you aren’t gonna be gentle with me, are you?"

"Do you want me to be?"

"HELL no. If you're too nice to me, I'm fucking leaving you."

"Noted. You remember the safe word, yes?"

"Ugh. 'Porgy'. Hate it, but it works."

"I'm just making sure, you know this is all about you. Everything about me, is about you."

Sooga grabbed handfuls of his ass, nice and firmly, before sinking Kohga down onto his cock. He was gentle as a breeze. For a second. Mipha wasn't looking, but within a moment, the air was full of loud, repetitive, wet slaps. Mipha wasn't pure physically, but knowing she was listening in on this, it made her cover her ears. Then it got worse.

"Fucking shit-you pansy, I said FUCK ME."

Given how he cried out, something told them Sooga was more than happy to obey. Sooga's hips slammed against Kohga’s thick frame, and in mere seconds, Kohga was shouting swears upon swears. From cussing him out, to swears Mipha swore she hadn't ever heard of.

"Oh my god Revali."

She couldn't make the noises stop. She was contemplating just running out of the closet, when the noises were suddenly properly muffled. She looked up at Revali, who had both of his wings at her ears. Was HE suffering? Absolutely, but that didn't matter to him. What mattered was sparing poor Mipha. Even at the cost of hearing Kohga’s ass slam against Sooga’s cock.

"Hey hey hey, don't you f-forget, I'M the one who goes first, you idiot."

"I w-wasn't-"

"You're throbbing. I know you like fucking my ass, Sooga. I know sometimes you touch yourself thinking about it. But I get MY fucking load before you stuff this ass. Get it?"

"Y-yes Master Kohga. Absolutely. P-pardon me f-"

A loud moan escaped his lips when Kohga lifted his hand up, and clenched around Sooga’s throat.

"You don't get to fucking BREATHE until I cum. So you better get to fucking, big boy."

Sooga did as he was told. Despite Kohga’s hand, Sooga did as he was trained to-getting Kohga off upon his demand. And Kohga did in fact, cum, but a moment later. It was a hell of an orgasm, given the fact that some of his cum splashed against Revali's foot. Mipha saw the panic in his eyes, and kept his beak shut with her palm, making his panic scream muffled. She looked at his foot, and after making sure he wasn't going to scream, she took off her blue scarf, and cleaned Revali's foot.

"It's okay, it's okay, keep calm now."

She didn't want to use it, but it was something she could clean off rather easily later. Even after she wiped it off, he still shook it wildly, disgusted.

"Ew ew ew. I'm going to kill him for THIS now. Thank you, Mipha."

"Thank YOU. I didn't have to listen to ALL of that. Now we'll just wait till they fall asleep, and sneak out."

Kohga laughed just outside.

"Holy hell, there was DISTANCE in that one! I should get a trophy for that shit."

"I can think of an alternate reward~"

"God you have NO recharge time. It hasn't even been a MINUTE."

"Knowing I can make you this happy, it makes me ever eager for you."

Kohga snickered, bumping his mask against Sooga’s.

"Alright, alright. Let's put Cil to shame then, boy~"

Mipha and Revali looked up at each other in horror. They weren't being scared anytime soon.

#asks #lemon #Kohga #Sooga #Mipha #Revali #chose these two because I lowkey ship them #and in case you were wondering #it was Riju who took the oil #Patricia loves how it smells sooo

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Cil and Von pls???

Funny enough, that's what @bi-julius-caesar wanted for their birthday! The exact prompt they asked for was 'Von humiliating Cil in front of Kohga and Sooga and Cil tries to hate fuck him but ends up getting fucked instead'. So, hope both of ya'll like it!

"With pleasure, Master Kohga."

Kohga loved having beefcakes to do what he said. And Cil was one of the many who were eager to obey. Like a show pony, he was eager to perform. In this case, he insisted on having him go head to head with Sooga. Not with weapons, but with their bodies, and bodies alone. Master Kohga was frisky today, it seemed. He watched angrily as Kohga held Sooga’s face, cooing in such a sugary sweet voice. The words fell on deaf words, lost in his frustration. Then he looked at him, and made a 'come here' motion with his finger. Cil damn near skipped over, but kept his proper form.

"I don't want you to go easy on him, understand? He needs to earn his prize."

"Understood. But pray tell, what IS the prize?"

Kohga thought about it for a second, before Cil saw that smirk of his (well not really SAW, but he felt it).

"Tell you what. Winner gets a kiss."

"...any kiss?"

"Eh what the hell, why not? Sure."

Oh he was going to murder him. Cil nodded, holding onto Kohga’s hand in his own, as a sign of respect.

"It shall be done, my Master. He will have to pry this trophy from my cold, lifeless corpse."

And he meant it. He doubt Kohga would let their match get that far, but if it came down to it, he absolutely would. Anything for that kiss he needed oh so badly. For that kiss he deserved. He stepped in front of Sooga, and drew his blade. He double checked his hair in the reflection of the blade, before digging it into the floor. Sooga followed suit, both blades wedging into the wooden floors.

"I appreciate your seriousness, Cil. You and I both know that we strive to please our Master."

"Of course. He deserves nothing but the best. As in, me."

Sooga huffed. Good, he was getting under his skin. Cil stretched for a moment (maybe showing off a bit for Kohga), making sure his body was ready. Sooga followed suit, before nodding. He was ready.

"You recall the rules."

"No weapons, no yiga special techniques. Just our body's strength, and our wits. And of course, mask stays on. On our Master's mark, if he may grace us."

Kohga loved this part, they could tell. He was about to start, when Von joined him, clearly excited.

"Aye my BOYS! Master Kohga, I can watch right?"

"Long as you don't interfere again."

"Oh. Right. Sorry. Shutting up right after this-good luck guys!"

He gave them a thumbs up, and Cil rolled his eyes. Ugh. Ever supportive, Von was. Kohga helped himself to a drink, before sitting up in his chair.

"On three. One. Two. Three!"

Cil was so motivated by the idea of getting his prize, he leapt for it first, bringing his fist down right into Sooga’s chest. Sooga got pushed back a bit, but didn't hesitate to grab Cil's arm, yanking him into a nasty headbutt. It was a cheap move, unlike him honestly. It was weird, until he heard Kohga holler behind them. It was a show for their master, not effiencity. Oh the cheek. He felt himself snarl at such a cheap trick.

"Oh you kiss ass!"

"You're just upset that he prefers looking at me."

Cil grit his teeth, before he dove for him in essentially a tackle. These little sprawling sessions were really just 'beat the shit out of someone until they're either unresponsive, or quit'. So tackling, although it was a bit barbaric, was pretty acceptable. Given how loud Von swore, it was quite a spectacle as well. He kept himself on top of him, starting to bring his fists down onto him. He aimed for his chest, his shoulders, even his head. Sooga kept trying to block, and Cil was happy he did.

"That's it, give me more of you to hurt!"

He wanted to bruise him. Wanted to walk away from this in absolute shame. Like a wounded street dog. He clasped his hands together, about to bring the combined force of his fists, when he was suddenly forced onto his back. Sooga had damn strong legs, and he often used them to his advantage.

"Your fury shall be the end of you, Cil."

He grabbed him by his head, about to slam it onto the floor, when he was interrupted by a very loud, VERY annoying Von.

"COME O N CIL, YOU GOT THIS BUDDY!"

It was annoying, and just the distraction he needed. He brought his fist up to his stomach, giving him just enough time to squirm out of his grasp. He managed to get Sooga’s head in his arms, in a headlock if you will. Sooga squirmed so adorably, he could pop his head like a cherry.

"That's it. Thrash. I'll crush your head like a fucking egg. I could watch the blood trickle down your ears as I make your brain mush. Or you could give up, and I could claim my prize. The one I d-"

He didn't get to finish. See, there was an issue with Von being both of their friends. He never picked a side, and always wanted things to be even. So, of course, it was his turn to help Sooga.

"SOOGA PULL HIS HAIR."

"NO WAIT-"

Too late. Sooga had reached up, dug his fingers into his hair, and pulled. It undid all the hard work it took to get it looking so pretty, and it made Cil moan. Loudly. He had just pulled it so hard, his blood was already pumping- it just happened. The cheers from everyone watching suddenly became a confused silence, and Cil hated that when he looked down, Sooga was obviously very uncomfortable. Cil let go of him, and turned to look at Von. Good. He knew he was in more shit than a horse stable.

He walked away, grabbing his blade on the way out. A foot soldier, their little referee, cocked his head to the side.

"Is this a forfeit?"

"...yes. Unfortunately, I yield."

He tucked his sword away, and as he walked out of the arena, and grabbed Von by his shoulder. Once they were out of the ring, and into Cil's room, Von FINALLY started to panic, hands up in defense.

"Cil don't be mad I didn't think you were gonna-"

"You made him ruin my hair. You made him humiliate me in public,"

Cil stepped towards him, slowly, and Von stepped back, clearly trying to get away from him. He made it a good distance away, before his back was against a wall. Cil put his hand up, keeping Von trapped. He wasn't going anywhere, they both knew it.

"You made everyone realize WE do things together. You made me come off as some sort of whore. You not only brought shame to me and me and our Master, but you made me LOSE. I deserved that prize. But thanks to you, I lost. LOOK AT ME."

Cil grabbed him by his throat, and listening to his choked up words of protest were music to his ears.

"I'm going to make you regret having a voice. I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to use you until I decide I'm not fucking mad at you anymore."

He threw Von onto his bed, crawled on top of him, and just when he was about to peel those clothes off, Von coiled some of his hair in his hand, and pulled. Like a a horse, he turned docile under his hand, suddenly not feeling so angry. Von laughed, pushing their masks aside, just enough to reveal their mouths. Never enough for their faces.

"Aye...so angry and so bitter, buddy. Easy does it. I know how you get when you don't get what you want. Come here. I'll give you a kiss."

Was it Kohga? Absolutely not. But after getting all riled up from a fight, he'd take it. He pressed his lips against his, swearing under his breath. Him and and Von have had a few...choice encounters, so this wasn't new. But Cil still hated it. There was still that shame, that bitter taste of defeat, not getting who he wanted. And Von knew it. It was silent, yet obvious. Yet, Von acted as if that awkwardness didn't exist. Cil sighed. He was still angry, but his cock was taking away some of that stress.

"You're a pest. And I'm still angry."

"You're always angry. Now come on, clothes off."

He waited till Von let go of his hair, before he sat up, removing everything but his mask. Von gave a loud, headache inducing whistle.

"Dunno why you had to strip, you could've just flexed this off, god damn."

Cil was about to insult him for such mindless flattery, when Von held his cock in his fingers. He toyed with the tip with his thumb, watching as Cil melted on top of him. Cil huffed in his face, annoyed still.

"You shouldn't make me feel good. But you know what I need."

"I've known a few cocks, my guy, they more or less need the same thing. But yours is the cutest!"

"Not this again..."

Cil smacked his mask with his hand, groaning. Von laughed, clearly finding it funny.

"I'm sorry but it's such a cute lil cock! It's like a wittle itty bitty carrot! You know how sometimes it doesn't grow right but you love it anyway because its special?"

"I'm going to kill you. I'm going to hang your corpse on-"

He was silenced when Von scooted down, and put his cock past his lips. He stiffened up for a minute, before relaxing, digging his fingers through Von's mop of hair.

"Ugh. So messy. Your stupid hair. You should let me fix it properly. If I have to hold it while I use your mouth, it should at least not look sloppy."

"Aw, is that a date?"

Von looked up at him; kissing at his tip. Cil scoffed, pushing himself back into his mouth. Much better use of his lips than the constant smart mouth.

"It isn't. It's a standard that I want...met."

He could tell Von knew. He was already getting close. That's what fighting did to a true yiga. Made them aroused, eager for more. Von peeled away, watching as the little cock ached for more.

"Well I want MY dick to meet that ass, so on your front, princess."

"I grow weary of that nickname."

He complied however, trading Von spots. He laid on his stomach, letting Von apread his ass, and rub his thumb over his asshole.

"But you're SUCH a pillow princess! You lay there, pushing against me and waiting for me to help you cum. And you look pretty too. Nice hair, a damn nice back. You take care of yourself, I REALLY can't believe you don't get fucked more often. Think its the attitude. But I like it."

Cil grabbed onto one of the pillows, tensing once Von dragged his tongue against his asshole.

"Don't....say that while you're doing such things. It's...v...vile."

It was gross. He kissed the same lips that kissed his asshole, and he loved it. Von's tongue moved in little circles, drool cascading down and meeting his aching cock. Von chuckled, pulling away after a second.

"You just mad because it's not Kohga saying it. Ease up big guy, you're gonna get what's comin' to you."

He was about to bark at him, recalling why he was mad to begin with, when he felt goosebumps at his skin. Right. Von was...well equipped, unlike himself. It felt good grinding against him.

"Just...ugh. Be silent and put it in already."

"Such a grumpy wumpykins. Fine."

He leaned down to kiss his jaw, before he adjusted his clothes, and pressed his bare cock against his ass. Cil tried not to, but he found himself pressing against against him, body needing SOMEONE to touch him.

"You remember the rule."

"Right right, finish on the ass, not inside, and tell you so you act like you don't like it- I know I know."

Cil didn't want to admit that he wanted him to just fuck him already. But thankfully, Von let him get away with that one, and pushed his cock inside his ass. He held him still, as his size was STILL a bit much for him. He groaned as his body tried to accommodate, trying not to tear open the pillow in his hands.

"SLOWLY, you fucking moblin."

"This IS slow, you just don't get fucked enough to be used to it."

He was going to back talk further, when Von grabbed some more of his hair, giving it a gentle pull as he started to slowly roll into his ass.

"I...oooh...mmmph."

He hated the sounds he made when he felt stuffed. But it felt so...good. Von chuckled, hand roaming from his hip, up his back.

"That's it. You've got no dick, and ass is pancake flat, but when you finally get tamed...damn you sound so pretty. You like it when you get a good stretch, eh?"

"I DESERVE a cock. The fact that it's yours is unfortunate."

"Sharp tongue for a man with a thick dick in his ass. Lemme taste it."

He laid on him again, pressing his lips against his, and letting his tongue roam over his. Von knew he hated kissing so much, but this time he was grateful, as it helped keep his moans muffled, if only slightly. They sat there for a moment, sweat glistening off their bodies and swears filling the air. Then Von started to move properly. He started to buck his hips into his, balls smacking against his own as their hips bucked together.

"Shit Von...You’re throbbing inside of me. It's shameful."

"Funny way of saying you really like my dick. It's fine, I like this ass of yours. Looks good when you're taking it. Don't think I've fucked someone so big and delicate."

"I'm NOT deli-"

He was cut off when Von yanked his hair, starting to pound into his ass.

"Not delicate? Look at you fumblin' over yourself as I fuck that ass like a toy. My cute, baby dicked princess~"

He couldn’t even scold him. His vision was too hazy, his mouth was too busy biting into the pillow. It felt just. So good, letting this man use him to please his cock.

"I'm gonna fucking cum. I'm gonna bust a FAT fucking nut because of you. Come on, let's see what kinda load those little balls of yours can give me."

Cil was the first to cum, whining loudly once he finally hit that peak. He sat there in his mess of sweat and cum, before Von joined him. He pulled his pretty hair, pulling out just in time to cum on his ass, and on his back. Von still kept moving, albeit much slower, snearing his thick cream in between his cheeks. Von grumbled against his sudden mouth full of feathers.

"They're...not small."

"Size of chickaloo tree nuts. But I love 'em anyway, princess."

Von finally got off of him, laying right next to him. Cil sat there, trying to recover. He silently listened as Von lit up one of his cigarettes, helping himself to a nice smoke, blowing rings into the air. Cil inhaled, before slowly exhaling.

"Why I insist on entertaining you, I have no clue."

"Because I got a fat dick. And I'm funny as hell."

"Funny looking, you mean."

Cil didn't move as he shifted his gaze to meet his. Von grinned, taking another puff, before leaning over and smacking his ass. Least, what was supposed to be his ass.

"Ha! After all this time, my guy still got jokes! I love it! Good to see I took a...load off."

"Stop."

"Even though it was very HARD."

"VON."

Von grinned like the idiot he was. Cil hated to admit it to himself but...well. he did get the gold medal, but silver was just as good. For now.

#asks #lemon #kohga #sooga #von #cil #i stayed up so late writing this- #bitch if you dont like at least ONE thing about it #imma KERMIT

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Can we get Sooga (and maybe Kohga) babysitting lil Tulin????

GET READY TO SEE THE GAYS BECOME DILFS, BITCHES.

“We came as soon as we saw your message.”

“Yeah, it was urgent! Where’s the fire?”

Teba turned as he saw Sooga and Kohga dash on into his home. He nodded at them.

“Yeah. Sorry. Was gonna ask Mipha, but she’s with her boy toy. Figured I’d trust you two instead.”

Teba took a step to the side, showing his son, Tulin, who was currently sitting on the floor, writing in his journal. Kohga cocked his head to the side, before shrugging.

“What? You want me to tell him to beat it? He a freeloader or what?”

“No. I need you two to chicksit for me. I’m taking Saki out, and I need someone to watch Tulin.”

Saki walked in just in time, adjusting her feathers.

“Teba, are you ready dear?”

“I’m ready, so long as these two are. So, how about it you two?”

Kohga was about to say ‘fuck no’, when he saw that look in Sooga’s eyes. He WANTED to do this, because he was a moron. Ugh. He sighed, before nodding.

“Fine. You two go and have fun, we got the little guy.”

Saki clapped her hands together, before leaning down to kiss Tulin’s head.

“Be good for Kohga and Sooga, my little nugget.”

“But not TOO good, kiddo.”

Teba patted his head, and Saki chuckled at the sight. She turned to the two yigas.

“Now, Tulin is supposed to be in bed by nine. No playing with Kass’s girls, as they’re supposed to be in bed, and they get into all kinds of mischief. That’s about it! Have fun you three, stay safe!”

Teba held his arm out for his lady, who giggled as she accepted it. Once they left, Sooga turned to Kohga.

“You didn’t want to do this. Why did you say yes?”

“Because YOU wanted to. And don’t look at me like that, you idiot.”

“I love you so much.”

“Tell someone who cares, moron.”

“You guys are weird.”

They both turned to look at Tulin, who was looking at them oddly. Kohga motioned to him.

“So...the fuck do we do with his white lookin’ ass?”

“Stop swearing, for one. It’s not good that he gets a pottymouth so early on. Two, we should properly introduce ourselves.”

Sooga walked over to him, kneeling down as he held out his hand.

“It is nice to meet you, Tulin. My name is Sooga, and that’s Kohga. How are you?”

Tulin put his book down, in order to stand up, and shake his hand properly.

“Hello! And good day!”

“What manners! And a good day to you too, little one.”

“My dad said good kids make good greeters!”

“God that’s a weird saying.”

Kohga sighed as he walked over to Teba’s hammock, before jumping into it, and getting himself nice and comfy. So comfy, he fell right to sleep. Sooga softly sighed. He loved his husband, very, very much.

“So. We have three hours until your bedtime, what would you like to-oh. You’re practicing your penmanship?”

Sooga looked over to the notebook on the floor, and Tulin nodded.

“Yep! Kheel has really pretty handwriting, I want mine to look good too! I wanna surprise her!”

“Huh. Why, if I didn’t know little one, I’d say that’s rather romantic.”

Tulin’s blush shone through his feathers, and he shook his head.

“N-no. She’s my friend, that’s it.”

“Uh huh, I see, I see,”

Sooga sat down next to Tulin, looking at the notebook.

“Regardless, I’d love to give you feedback. My father practiced calligraphy, I think I have a proper position on the matter.”

Tulin handed him his notebook, and Sooga skimmed through the pages. He nodded in approval.

“This is very nice! Have you shown your father?”

“No, just mom.”

“Why is that?”

Tulin shrugged, reaching up to grab his book again.

“It’s just a mom thing. Flight range and arrows are for me and dad, writing is for me and mom.”

Sooga nodded. Such a sweet, talented little boy.

“You have a good bond with your mother, little one.”

“Dad calls her a ‘worrybeak’, but yeah, I love my mom. Are you close with yours?”

Sooga froze. For a moment, he recalled her. Recalled her hair, her eyes, her smile. Her tears, her screams, her pain. His father holding onto her hand, his father scolding him for choosing to leave, using his mother’s name like a curse. A curse that cut into his hide like a-

“Yoohoo? Mr.Sooga?”

He suddenly snapped back into reality as Tulin waved his wing in front of his face. He cleared his throat, shaking his head.

“We...were. But she is no longer here.”

“Oh. I’m super sorry. What about your dad?”

“My father...wanted me to leave the nest, so to speak. But it’s fine. I’m loved enough.”

Tulin followed his gaze to Kohga, who gave his ass a good scratch. Tulin snickered, and Sooga couldn’t resist a small chuckle as well. Tulin put his book away, In order to look at his blades. The little rito was clearly very interested.

“Did he give you those swords?”

“No. Master Kohga did. Have you ever wielded a weapon before?”

“A bow and arrow, but never something cool like swords!”

Sooga thought about it for a moment. This child DID seem rather mature, despite his small size. Not to mention bows were just awful for up close combat. Against his better judgement, he decided to give the little one a gift.

“Would you like a present, Tulin?”

“YES! Please!”

Oh the way his little eyes shone in excitement. He pulled out something from his back, and placed it right into Tulin’s awaiting wings. A Vicious Sickle. Tulin looked it over in his hands, clearly in awe. Sooga chuckled, lightly patting his little bird head.

“It’s a light, easy to use weapon, with enough practice. It’s a wonderful starter weapon, and it never hurts to have extra protection. You will soon be the man of the house, you must learn to defend what is yours.”

“Woah! SO cool!”

Tulin was so excited, he started waving the damn thing around like a madlad. Even someone as calm as Sooga felt slightly panicked; for the only thing more dangerous than a blade, was an inexperienced hand. He grabbed onto Tulin’s hand, barely keeping himself from being cut.

“It IS cool. But what’s cooler is knowing how to use it. Would you like to learn?”

“Yes!! Please teach me! Please please please!”

“Very well. I should hope to be a good teacher to an eager student.”

Sooga held onto his hand, showing him the proper way to hold it; tightly, with the blade angled for a downward motion.

“Okay, I think I got it. Like this?”

“Perfect. Now, it’s a limber weapon, so if you need to move it in your hand, feel free to do so. Just be careful, it’s very easy to cut yourself. Now, let’s try to get a feel for it, shall we?”

Sooga stood up, and brandished one of his swords. He gave Tulin a moment to get his stance ready, before he let Tulin come at him. Course, he was very easy to block, but the point was so Tulin could feel comfortable holding it.

“Good, good. Side to side motions, just as you are.”

“It’s...kinda heavy, my arms hurt.”

“Suppose for your size, it’s not as limber as it is intended to be. Do your arms really hurt, or can you keep trying?”

“I...can keep trying, I think.”

“Good, a true fighter keeps going. Swing at me again.”

He noticed Tulin had to use almost both his hands as he swung. Poor thing was struggling. Light as his weapons were, Tulin was small. Determined, but very tiny. Still, he did rather well, all things considered. He blocked another blow rather easily.

“You aren’t uncomfortable around weapons. Good.”

“It’s usually bows, but training with my dad is a LOT like this.”

“Good of your father, teaching you to be comfortable with such a vital tool.”

He was about to do a mock swing, just to see if Tulin could dodge, when he saw Tulin was already weary, panting and even sweating a little. For living in a peaceful village, and armed with a bow and arrow, this WAS a lot of practice, especially from someone who was essentially a stranger. Sooga put his weapon away, and knelt down to Tulin.

“Why don’t we take a break? A weapon is useless without a body.”

“Okay...can we eat? I’m hungry.”

Sooga nodded, letting Tulin take the weapon, and sneak it into his own hammock. Tulin helped him find the cooking pot, and in a moment, Sooga had a fire going, and a few ingredients to throw inside.

“So, what are we hungry for?”

“I dunno, what can you make?”

“I suppose I can make poultry curry.”

“Oh! Yes! Do that one!”

Sooga nodded. He had no issues cooking the rice, and the chicken appropriately, and as soon as it was done, he handed a bowl to Tulin. Tulin dug into it hungrily, before slowly ceasing his eating. Sooga cocked his head down as the child stared at the bowl.

“What’s the matter?”

“I don’t like how it tastes. Super bland. I don’t wanna eat it.”

“God fucking dammit, Sooga, I can smell your shit cooking in my dreams.”

They both turned to look at Kohga, who had just woken up. He got out of the hammock, and walked over to the pot, taking the soup ladle to help himself to a taste. He then used it to smack Sooga on the back of his head.

“You. Cannot cook. I’d rather eat wet sand, at least THAT has salt.”

“I thought I was cooking it right-”

“Yeah right to hell. Fuck shit, move. What even is this?”

“Poultry curry.”

Kohga looked at him as if he had just gone insane.

“You’re...feeding chicken...to a baby chicken. That’s fucked up, Sooga.”

He was about to bitch at him some more, when Tulin nudged the bowl against Sooga. Kohga turned to look at him, and the little one was whimpering.

“Please fix it, I’m really hungry.”

“For the love of- fine. But only because I hate it when Sooga cooks.”

And Kohga did not disappoint. Not only did he fix Sooga’s awful poultry curry, he made the tastiest, sweetest egg pudding Tulin had ever tasted. The little one had two helpings of each, burping as soon as he was done. Kohga chuckled as he saw just how content the little guy was.

“Look at you, hungry fella. You need anything else, kid?”

“Uh huh. Can I please have some warm milk?”

“Sure, sure. I’ll make it just how my mom made mine.”

Tulin peered over as Kohga not only poured milk onto the pot, but cane sugar, courser bee honey, and even ground up some Chickaloo Tree Nuts. It made for a sweet, fragrant drink that Tulin accepted gleefully. He took one sip, and started kicking his little legs around wildly.

“This is SOOO good! This is WAY better than when mom makes it! Your mom is super cool!”

“She really was, she really was. Glad you like it, kiddo. Your turn, Sooga.”

Sooga didn’t LOVE sweets, but who was he to refuse such a treat from his Master? He accepted his own cup, took a sip, and found himself recalling...the good times. The times where he stood with his mother as they sipped tea, the times where she would get rid of his dirty, wet clothes, in order to get him warm and dry again. There was...only good in this drink, honestly. Sooga nodded, trying not to dwell so much on what was.

“I agree with Tulin. This is excellent. I’m surprised I’m just now trying it.”

“Eh, I only make it if I really need to go to bed. I usually make them with banana cookies-”

“Can you make those next time, please?!”

Tulin was practically giddy at the notion of more treats, and Kohga found it amusing. He patted Tulin’s head, nodding.

“Sure. Next time I’ll bring some over, just for you kid.”

“You’re SO cool!”

“I mean, I know that, but thank you.”

Kohga chuckled. He helped himself to his own drink, sighing in content. A nice, cold night, warmed by a nice fire, and some warm drinks. What more could one want? Sooga chuckled to himself, realizing he had downed nearly half of his cup. No wonder he was feeling so calm, so still.

“Thank you. I don’t think I’d know how to handle a hungry child who didn’t like my food.”

“That's why I’M the cook between us. Your food is so bland. I had half a mind to-”

He went silent, and Sooga saw why. Tulin had finished his drink, and had passed out, right into Kohga’s lap. Kohga struggled, clearly not knowing how to handle this, before groaning, and just patting the bird’s back, lulling him further into sleep. Sooga sat there for a moment, watching them. Kohga didn’t want children, but...they did like him. Found enough comfort in him to fall asleep on him, to cherish the plentiful meals he made them. Sooga even turned to look at his face, and caught him smiling oh so fondly at the little bird. Kohga seemed to catch his grin, and huffed.

“Hell you looking at?”

“I’m just. Seeing how wonderful you are with Tulin...and it really, really makes me realize; you’d make a wonderful, wonderful parent. You act so standoffish, but you...truly love taking care of children and-”

“God don’t you start that shit with me, Sooga.”

“I’m just saying! Family life might be for you! How do you know, you’ve never tried it!”

“Shut the hell up, you absolute fucking idiot.”

Sooga stopped for a moment as Kohga leaned into him, still keeping his hand on Tulin. Sooga looked down at these two, and was confident, more than ever, that he wanted a family. This feeling, that he was feeling right now, was something he desperately, terribly wanted. He wrapped his arm around Kohga, letting the dancing fire illuminate his features. He kissed the top of his head, softly sighing.

“I...love you. I love you so terribly much.”

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“Sooga! Kohga! We’re ba-oh!”

Saki immediately silenced herself as she saw the little cuddle train that was happening here. Teba walked in behind her, chuckling at the sight. He nodded towards Sooga, who was too busy protecting them to sleep.

“Teba, Saki. How was your date?”

“Oh it was lovely, we went out to eat and everything. Quite sweet, honestly. Here, let me put him into bed, I’d hate for him to get a cramp, laying on the floor like that.”

Sooga, despite how it hurt his heart, let Saki take Tulin, and put him into his own little bed. Suppose that was his cue. He got up, carrying a sleeping Kohga in his arms. Teba nodded at him.

“Thanks for watching him. Hope he wasn’t too much for you two.”

“Not at all. You have a very wonderful, and very honest boy. You should be proud.”

“I am, I am, honestly. Especially if he made an impression on you.”

“I...hope this isn’t too much, but may we stay? I just, really wanted to-”

“What is this?”

They both turned to look at Saki, who was holding the vicious sickle in her hand. Teba winced, before shaking his head.

“yeah...I think staying is a really bad idea.”

Sooga looked at Saki, and shrugged.

“In my defense, he was excited to receive a present.”

So Sooga and Kohga weren’t ready to be dads.

Just yet, anyway.

#asks #teba #saki #tulin #kohga #sooga #listen #sooga wants to be a dad SO badly PLEASE for the love of god #and yes #tulin somehow got to keep it #dont ask me how

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

*strokes the amazing Yiga Scribe's ego and offers the best bananas* May I submit a request? I'm neutral on mpreg but I'm HUGE on big belly kink. I got to thinking, what about a scene that takes place in your mpreg AU, where Kohga is 9 months pregnant with the triplets and just... HUGE and Sooga just can't handle how sexy he thinks that is? Love and bananes! 🍌🍌🍌❤️❤️❤️

*sighs in pregnancy kink* let's get Sooga horny as SHIT.

Sooga was a lucky man. He was in a relationship with a man who was as beautiful as bananas were delicious. Nice, beautiful hands, the most incredible looking face, and, most sexy of all; he was baring his children. Boys, and THREE of them.

"Aaand we're done! Wonderful job, Master Kohga!"

"I. Hate. Everything."

Kohga had agreed to do some light work outs, mainly in the form of yoga, and even though he complained every time, his Master hadn't skipped a day. Even if it was a struggle. Sooga saw it as Kohga laid against his front, absolutely exhausted. Sooga kissed his head, absolutely in love with his flushed husband.

"But you did SO well today. I'm so proud of you!"

"Uh huh. Can we fucking EAT now?"

Kohga was ALWAYS hungry, and Sooga couldn’t blame him; growing three, strapping boys was a full time job, no wonder he was so cranky.

"Absolutely you may. What would you like?"

"I want ice cream. Definitely. With nuts. And carmel."

"I think I remember the kitchen making brownies earlier, would you like some?"

"YES. In the ice cream. And banana slices-"

"At the very end, or they'll get soggy. I'm aware, my Master. Do you need to be carried to the room?"

"You ain't gonna let me walk soon as I squeeze these bastards out, might as well get some steps in. I uh, could use some help standing up."

Sooga nodded. His poor husband, so heavy and dependent on him. He reached out his arm, allowing Kohga to hold onto him. He helped walk him to the room, carefully, before he felt Kohga smack at his shoulder.

"What'd I do?"

"You're GROWLING at people, Sooga."

"I am? I didn't even notice. Well, their fault regardless, everyone keeps looking as if they want to touch your stomach."

"YOU touch it?"

"I'm their father. Everyone but me and you have no right to touch them. But, I will try to remain civil."

Sooga opened the door for Kohga, allowing him to walk inside. Sooga made eye contact with Cil, before flipping him the bird. Damn vulture. He shut the door behind him, helping Kohga to the bed, fluffing the pillows as he liked it.

"Ugh...my goddamn feet. I swear this shit hurts."

"Would you like me to rub your feet?"

"I'd like you to get the goddamn ice cream I asked for."

"You're adorable ~"

Such an attitude. He kissed his forehead, before excusing himself to the kitchen. And as usual, EVERYONE working there were excited to get ANY news to spread around the clan (the cooks were such gossips queens)

"Sooga! How's Kohga?"

"Anything new to report?"

"He's doing well. He's hungry. I need ice cream, you know, the sundaes he likes."

They nodded, working together to make quite the pretty sundae. Stuffed to the brim with ice cream, carmel sauce, nuts, thick brownies, whipped cream, and sliced bananas, on the side of course. They handed him the tray, and Sooga was about to leave, when they added something else to the tray; crispy salmon skin. Kohga, much to his anger, had grown to like fish since his pregnancy. Salmon skin was the new banana chip. They gave him a little wave, before he excused himself.

He stepped back into the room, and set the ice cream down before adding the bananas, and presenting it to Kohga.

"FINALLY. These fuckheads are STARVED."

Kohga tucked into his dessert happily, and it warmed Sooga’s heart. He looked so happy.

"Is that all? I'd uhm...like to rest, my feet h-"

"No, they fucking don't, just SAY you wanna cuddle, you fuckshit."

It was true. Sooga never really felt body pains (at least not enough to complain), he just didn't know how to ask for cuddles, especially with grumpy Kohga, but Kohga just. Knew him well enough to know what he wanted, always. Sooga crawled into bed, super careful as he rested his chin on his belly (he would prefer his chest, but Kohga smacked him with a spoon last time, so). He watched lovingly as Kohga helped himself to his cold treat. Cheeks rosey and stuffed, just like his bare belly. The yiga attire was meant to stretch for any size, but Kohga needed a change ever since his six month mark.

A see through robe, thin enough to breathe and move around in. It screamed 'pregnant mom', given the style, but to Sooga, it was INCREDIBLY sexy.

"Are you three liking the ice cream too? Is it too cold? Are you getting brain freeze? Can babies get a brain freeze?"

Kohga swallowed his last bite, before putting his empty cup on the night stand next to them. He sighed, damn near annoyed.

"Dunno. But I know they give ME a headache. AND you. God what if they're like your dumbass?"

"I agree. I sincerely hope they're going be like you. Strong, wonderful, kind, TERRIBLY handsome-"

He stopped once Kohga lightly winced. He panicked for a moment, before settling down.

"Sorry. Little shits are hyper as fuck."

"You DID just give them ice cream, and lots of it. It's adorable. All of it is. Gods you're perfect."

He leaned down to kiss his bare belly (he accidentally pulled up his shirt, believe him), humming in content.

"Sooga?"

"Hmm?"

"Your boner is literally pressing against my leg right now."

Sooga looked down at himself. He was right. He cleared his throat, feeling embarrassed.

"I...sorry. You're just. So big, and voluptuous and beautiful and SO full with my pups-"

"Fucks sake, Sooga, just. Jerk off already."

Suffice to say, this wasn't the first time Sooga had been aroused by the situation, so Kohga was used to his man's bullshit. Sooga would have insisted he didn't need it but his erection proved otherwise. He swung his legs over Kohga, and made his body hold itself up. Wouldn’t want to hurt the little ones, afterall. He pulled himself out of his clothes, slowly starting to pump his cock. And Kohga just. Stared. Stared in a sort of 'I'm above you' mentality that he seemed to gain upon his pregnancy.

And Sooga LOVED it. He was merely tolerating him, gracing him in his grandeur.

"You always take so fucking long with this. You got a nice looking cock, and you do jack shit with it."

Sooga chuckled, pushing the tip of his cock and forcing precum to leak onto his hand. He was careful as he loomed over him, wanting to see every bit of him. His face, his chest, his big, wonderful, incredible, gorgeous stomach. Everything.

"The better to savor you with, my Master. The better to appreciate you with. The better to see the absolute beauty that your womb-"

He was silenced when Kohga leaned up a bit, and pulled his hair tie out of his hair, letting it fall. Sooga wished he could take a picture of this moment. Of Kohga laying there, tired of him, holding his hair tie in his hand as if he were trash. Yet, the smirk at his lips let him subtly know he was loved. The great faeries wished they looked as big and beautiful as he did.

"Sooga. You're a sweetheart, really. But GOD shut the fuck up and just cum on me, I need a nap like, yesterday."

"Of course my Master, sincere apologies on my part. I'll finish, without much grandeur. Provided...I have a little assistance?"

He asked, hopeful. Either he'd get a hand, or a hand to the back of the head. Kohga scoffed in disbelief.

"Fucking hell, stomach kink son of a-FINE."

He offered his hand to him. Just his open hand. That was enough. He took his hand in his own, using his hand to help him stroke his cock. Oh the way it made a shiver run down his spine. It was all he needed. He took no more than a minute or so (too long for Kohga’s taste), before he finally got what he wanted. A hot, creamy load on his belly in plentful ribbons. Oh sweat never felt so good.

"Shit...thank you, Master Kohga. Truly. I needed that."

"Yeah yeah yeah. You done fawning over me?"

"Never. You look like a big, lovely cinnamon roll~"

Kohga wiped his hand on Sooga’s stomach, clicking his tongue.

"You're awful. Lay down with me already, you need a nap too."

Sooga let himself fall on his side, before clinging tightly onto Kohga. Sooga didn't clean up his mess, and it was something they were both okay with.

"...Master Kohga?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you...think they'll like me?"

"They should. I know I do."

"Even when I just can't leave you alone?"

"Yeah, even then. SOMEONE has to fuss over me."

Sooga pressed his lips against his messy, hairy tummy.

"I'll fuss over them as well. Till the end of time. My...family. All mine, to safeguard, and protect with my life."

Kohga rolled his eyes, running his fingers through his hair. It always did help him fall asleep.

"And I'll teach them how to deal with adoring idiots like you."

Sooga lovingly stroked and loved at his plumpness. Beautiful.

"Have we thought of names?"

"They're yours, so Dumb, Dumber, and Dumbfuck."

He was about to interject, when they both felt one of them kick. Kohga laughed, his legs flailing wildly.

"THEY LIKE IT! THAT'S IT, THAT'S THEIR NAMES!"

"Master Kohga please-"

"Listen, I spent nine months with these fucks mooching off of me, the LEAST I can do is give them the funniest fucking names."

"I...love you, Master Kohga."

He didn't know what family life entailed. He just knew he was ready.

#asks #kohga #sooga #lemon #kohga got SUCH an attitude upon the pregnancy #and it just. makes soogas heart go doki doki