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GOD THE WAY I NEED PETER PARKER!!! OMFG *gnawing at the bars of my enclosure*

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GOD THE WAY I NEED PETER PARKER!!! OMFG *gnawing at the bars of my enclosure*

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This one is from right after he gets his arm destroyed by gloom and watches Zelda fall into the past, but tbh it could work for any point in his life.

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WHEN DID I MISS THE MASTER CLASS ON DRAWING GERARD WAY?!! All yew bitches draw him so well every time I draw him he looks so cunty and (he is) but like waaay too much what the actual freak

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Man of Water

A Princess

Without A Voice

Part 1 | Part 2

Tags: Cliff/rock climbing and falling, being struck my lightning, gashes, TRAUMA, ANGST

(A/N: VERY ANGSTY…Idk lots of anger and resentment)

The questions dance around his mind, making him dizzy. He takes a deep breath and stands up and treks back to the tent. He thanks the woman and her daughter for all that they did for him while he was unconscious.

 

“You’re leaving?” the woman sounds hurt in a way, but she understands that it’s nothing personal and that he needs to take time to become reacquainted with Hyrule again.

 

“I…yeah” he looks nervous when speaking afraid that she’ll scold him for trying to leave without a proper goodbye

 

“Link, you’re always welcome here. Please don’t be a stranger okay?” she reaches up and caresses his cheek. Taking in his face.

 

Her daughter runs up to Link and hands him the triforce pin from her apron with a large grin.

 

“So you don’t forget us!” she pushes it into his palm

 

Link gives her a smile and pats her head.

 

“Thank you” 

 

The woman smiles before handing him his sword.

 

“Can’t be a swordsman without one of these” She places it in his hands, it looks brand new as if it's never been used. As if it was never used to slay monsters and other enemies of Hyrule. He feels an eerie wave from the Master Sword, but he takes it. Grateful that the woman held onto his things and took care of them all this time.

 

He grabs the rest of his things, leaves the small tent by the river, and begins his journey.

 

Alone. Without purpose.

 

He ignores the thoughts and begins to walk the grassy plains of Hyrule. The sun's warmth starts to fade as the clouds cover it and the sky becomes overcast. With the smell of rain in the air, he instinctively pulls his hood up. He decides he wants to visit Zelda's grave. She always spoke about how she would want to be laid to rest if it ever came to that. He remembers them standing atop a large grassy hill that overlooked the entire kingdom and had the most beautiful view of the castle. He suddenly stops in his tracks and scans his surroundings as he spots the castle off into the distance. With his index finger, he points at the castle and slowly turns to point at a grassy overgrown hill in the distance.

 

“Hm..just like she said,” He says to himself with an eye roll, before making his way into the woods to take a shortcut through the mountains. It begins to drizzle as he walks through the woods, rain rolling off of the leaves and pouring onto his hood, he glides his fingers across the bark of the wet trees. 

 

Memories of storms in Hyrule caused some of the worst experiences in his life. Being electrocuted. You would think after being zapped so many times he’d learn his lesson, but I suppose not. He cringes at the thought of his entire body being jolted and frozen from the searing pain of the lighting connecting to him, the burn-like hot oil in his veins. He tries to shake the memory away as he finally arrives at a rocky path, he cracks his knuckles and rubs his hands together before climbing the rocks carefully. He almost loses his footing but catches a cliff ledge and pulls himself up straining to lift his upper body but he’s determined, he’s on a mission and can’t quit now. The amount of scrapes and cuts he’s received from climbing the cliffs in Hyrule are unmatched. He’s climbed to the highest points only to run out of breath missing a rock and falling down the bottom. Hitting his head, gashing his arm open, and knocking the wind out of his chest. Alone and unable to breathe for an extended period of time. Only to continue his Journey moments later all in the name of Princess Zelda .

Seeing her name was all it took to make the tears build up and spill down his cheeks. He couldn’t stop the flood of emotions. The rain began, and it felt like the sky was crying with him almost.

 

“It was always YOU! You..you..pushed me! Over and over again! YOU forced me to become a warrior! I. was. A. child!”

 

He clenches his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut as he grabs fistfuls of the grass. Tears still streaming down his face, not showing any sign of stopping. 

 

“ YOU made me do your bidding…made me… Fight to kill without a second thought because it was for you…it was all for you!”

 

He screams the words loud enough that she might have heard them beyond the grave. He screams the words like he’s been holding them in for an eternity and finally has the freedom to speak.

 

“B..because you’re the damn princess of Hyrule! So powerful! So smart!...so dead.” 

 

His eyes snap open, and he clenches his teeth harder.

 

“Princess Zelda!”

 

He spits her name as if it were something evil..something pungent on his tongue..rotting his mouth from the inside out. That’s when the storm starts, and rain washes away any flowers or letters left on the stone. As the rain soaks his ashy blonde, he presses a fist against the triforce carved above her name.

 

“I’ve fought, killed, and died for you more times than I can count…you owe me.”

 

He says, pulling the Master Sword from its sheath; he stares at the sword for a moment before slamming the blade of it into the stone.

 

“I don’t need a reminder.” 

 

He says, pulling his hood up and walking away down the hill; once he’s back on the path back to camp, he hears an enormous crack of lightning, and as he turns around, he watches as it lights up the sky, connecting to the sword and splitting the stone down the middle.

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Man of Water

Scar Tissue

Part 1 | Part 3

Tags: Blacking out, flashbacks

(A/N: erhm…Old man Link lol.. he's not THAT old maybe like 30ish..mid 30s mayhaps??)

After a few seconds, the curtain is pushed open by a taller woman; she has brown hair and eyes, and her smock is the same as her daughter’s, green with golden triforce. She stares at him with a look of adoration, something he’s never felt before from anyone. She walks over to him with a towel and clothes, helps him up, and then helps with his clothes. Once he’s finally dressed, she stands in front of him with a warm smile as tears well up in her eyes. He’s a bit confused.

 

Is he supposed to know this woman?

 

“Link,” she says softly, cupping his cheek.

 

“You’re finally awake,” she says, giving him this look as if he’s an angel sent down from the heavens.

 

“I was only a girl when the battle of Hyrule happened, and now-” she can’t help but sob as she speaks to him.

 

He opens his mouth to speak when suddenly his ears start to ring. The pitch is so high it makes him nauseous and dizzy. His balance feels worse than when he crawled from the tub a few minutes ago. His vision goes from blurry to black, and his legs go out from under him; he feels the woman catch him before he passes out. 

 

“Link,” her voice echoes, and then he hears that loud crack . 

 

It snaps him awake, and he’s sitting on a chair; his heart is doing triple time in his chest as he starts hyperventilating.

 

What was that? 

 

It’s like he was standing in front of Ganon again. He could hear her voice clear as day. Smell the air. See her face. 

 

He grimaces at the thought and clenches his teeth when the woman who helped get him dressed snaps him out of it.

 

“Link, are you alright? You fainted.” She looks worried.

 

He looks at her, and he opens his mouth to speak. He feels the itchiness in his throat as his voice vibrates in his chest.

 

“Yes…I’m fine,” he says, letting out a dry cough, and before he can ask, the young girl brings him a small cup of water.

 

“H-here you go, Mr.Link,” the girl says with a smile as she stares at him a little too long as if she’s inspecting his face.

 

“Don’t stare.” her mother says sternly.

 

“Now, Link,” she puts a hand on his shoulder with a soft smile as if she’s trying not to scare him like he’s some wild animal. It’s calming for him and mostly reassuring if anything.

 

Maybe he is a wild animal.

 

“What do you remember?” She looks into his eyes and searches his face for any emotion to indicate his response is coming.




He looks at her, wondering how much she wants to know because his mind is racing right now as if his life is flashing before his eyes. He can see himself doing all these painful, terrifying things, and each thought takes him back as if he’s there. He can feel it all again. Lost in his thoughts, the woman says his name softly, and he jumps slightly at how his name drips from her mouth. So soft and gentle like it’s something special, something fragile and not just a word or a command..a beckon. 

 

“Link?” she places her hand on his scarred one. His fingers are crooked, and his hands are much larger than hers.

 

“I…remember Ganon..and… Zelda-” When he speaks her name, it’s like a house is on his chest. He can’t breathe when he thinks about her. He can feel the water in his lungs even though it’s not there, and his breathing starts to quicken, but he looks down at her hand on his and does his best to remain calm.

 

“Princess Zelda?” her eyes widen at the mention of the princess.

 

“Maybe we shouldn’t talk about her, yeah?” the woman says calmly before standing up.

 

“Do you want to try walking again?” she asks, changing the subject and making him wonder what the issue is with the topic of the princess.

She died trying to protect Hyrule..right? 

 

I was there. I saw her. I saw her body when Ganon- 

 

He shakes the thought from his head and steadies himself between the table and chair. His legs feel achy, but he can stand on them as he stands up. His head touches the top of the tent; he doesn’t remember being this tall or feeling this large. He walks over to the tent curtain and ducks down, careful not to bump his head on his way out. As he slowly goes outside, he realizes they’re camped near Hylia River. The sound of the current gives him a sense of reality. He knows the map of Hyrule front to back, and every time he sees the grassy lands, it sends a chill down his spine. The true beauty of it all takes his breath away.

 

“Hylia River?” he says with a grunt in the older woman’s direction.

 

“Yes, we’re camped right by the river, so we wouldn’t have to go far for water when needed,” she says, watching Link walk over to the riverside.

 

He looks down into the clear water, staring at his reflection. A large man stares back at him with a beard and long, ashy blonde hair. He jumps back, falling onto his backside.

 

“Do I really look like that?” he asks, looking at the woman and her daughter.

 

The girl nods flashing him a big smile.

 

“Come on let’s give Link a moment alone,” the woman says herding her daughter back to the tent.

 

As Link stands alone by the river he finds himself deep in thought, finally processing just how old he is, which is a first. He clears his throat and takes a second to scan his surroundings.

 

“What do I do now?”

 

what is Links’ purpose if there is no princess to serve and protect? Yes, there’s a kingdom… There are several but, if there is no Princess Zelda what’s the point? Is he even a knight? Is he even a hero anymore? Does he have a place in this new-age version of Hyrule? 

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Man of Water

Summary: Link is the hero we all know and love; he has saved Hyrule countless times. But what happens when there is nothing left to save? What if he recalls everything and feels every single moment? This time, he is older and must adapt to the new Hyrule and its technology. He has to heal his mind.

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Man of Water

Look…Listen!

Part 2 | Part 3

Tags: major character death!!!

(A/N: major character death in this chapter!!! also, this is not an "I hate Zelda" fic, but she is portrayed a certain way based on the things Link has gone through since like forever. if you don't like Zelda slander, then don't read I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

He jolts up from the water as if it were pushing him forward. A man his age shouldn’t be able to move this fast, but I suppose the healing factors have been put to work. He’s breathless, his hair is an ashy blonde with streaks of white, and his eyes are a deep teal color, still bright after all this time. His chest fully healed from the gruesome battle he catapulted himself into. I’m grateful that his chest won't be riddled with the scars of a greater evil. I can’t say his memory won't, though.

 

 

 

This time, it wasn’t a save the princess and defeat our threat to Hyrule; this wasn’t a complete proof plan—he’s been put in this time loop. I’ve watched from afar long enough, and this time wasn’t good. From every corner of Hyrule, troops were pulled in to fight, even those who had never picked up a sword. They needed all the help they could get. Yes, he will be there on the frontlines, taking down as many threats as possible, but that doesn’t mean he’s protecting the villages, homes, or businesses. He has one job that he was sent out to do. 

 

“Save the Princess”  




Emotion will take you where logic can’t reach you.

 

He’s never fought like the knight he was supposed to be; it’s always been like he was a robot programmed with one task and would do anything to complete that task. Monsters have plagued Hyrule since the beginning of time, and every time, without fail, the ones that seem to be a direct threat to him or the princess are the ones that are eliminated. Families have been broken because of creatures overrunning homes and shops. The stables must be rebuilt from the ground up because the horses were taken from one to ransack the next. He doesn't care about Hyrule. He cares about her. Zelda.

 

 

1. A traditional story sometimes popularly regarded as historical but unauthenticated.

 




 

2. An extremely famous or notorious person, especially in a particular field.

 

 

She’s no legend in my book and never has been. She was a  spoiled brat who didn’t appreciate what she had until it was taken from her. Again and again and again. She never learns until it becomes unfathomably worse than the last time, and she calls out his name. Like a siren, her voice is like a trigger to his mind; it snaps him back into focus, such a shame. This battle was astronomically worse than anything Hyrule had seen, and it wasn’t because of the threat but because of the number of casualties. The toll was very high, and there weren’t enough medics to save those who could be saved. Lives were hanging in the balance because she couldn’t keep her nose out of things that didn’t concern her, and instead of fighting her fight, she sent him again.

 

What will he do when there is no princess ?

 

He has come back to us in many forms, many times from different ages. This time, he ran across that field covered in scratches and old bandages from the battles he encountered on his way to the castle. Master sword in hand, he barreled through the court to find her. It’s as if he knew her exact location. As a warrior or swordsman, you would think he’d have a better plan than running in there without an idea of what he’d be up against, but we’ve done this before. Ganon was standing there, the princess in hand. He had destroyed The Slumber of Restoration, and as he bolts into the room, faintly, you can hear it one last time.

 

“Link”

 

Ganon brings the princess down over his knee. The crack of her spine echoes through the castle walls and the first time he speaks.




“ZELDA!”

 

And the last time.

 

It’s as if her name tore through his throat like shrapnel. Shredding it with each syllable, each letter. He reached for her as Ganon dropped her wilted body to the ground and made his final move. At this juncture, there was no princess to be saved, and there was no kingdom. This meant there was no loyalty, reputation, dignity, or honor. It was said that he fought Ganon until the hilt of his sword shattered. He was covered in his blood until Ganon collapsed and was essentially beaten unrecognizable. That day, our beloved warrior had become the thing he swore to protect Hyrule from.

 

A monster.




He had collapsed outside the castle and was rendered unconscious for the foreseeable future.




With the slumber of restoration being destroyed, there was no way for a quick dip, and all of your problems disappeared. Civilians of Hyrule carried him to a medic tent, cleaned and bandaged him, and put him down to rest in a spring water bath. Mixed with other natural remedies, really anything they could find. And then they waited. And waited. And waited. Hours became days and those into weeks and months, and when years started to glide by, fewer people stood there waiting for him to awaken. The more propaganda about him began to surface, the more Hyrule started to divide between those who cared about the hero and those who didn’t, and finally, no one was there waiting for him to open those teal eyes.




Sitting up in the strange concoction of water and flowers, he felt his heart pound in his ears, almost as if it were next to his head. His vision was blurry, and even after his eyes started to focus, he realized one eye was a lot blurrier than the other. His arms were exceptionally sore but not as bad as his throat; that first breath felt like being born again after swimming in peace, not a single element to disturb you as you rested, and then you’re pulled away from it by a greater force, fingernails scraping the ground as you’re yanked from the serenity of the womb. Fresh fire embers claw from your lungs up your throat as you make that first breath, and it’s supposed to be a good thing, but why does it feel like dying all over again?

 

He continues to inspect his body. The scars on his arms are raised, all different shapes and sizes, the same as the ones on his legs. He tries to push himself up, but unlike the slumber of restoration, he hasn’t gained any strength back. This bath has only seemed to heal broken bones and fresh wounds. He leans over the edge of the bath, tipping it over and causing the water to spill onto the ground of the small tent; he attempts to use his arms to pull himself forward. After a few tries, he pulls himself up and sits against the wall. After spending that time trying to gain some semblance of strength, he is out of breath and drenched from the water and his sweat. The curtain to the tent is pulled open by a girl; she has on a green smock with a cream-colored dress under it. She pauses and sets eyes on him as he sits on the floor nude against the wall, out of breath. She runs out of the tent, yelling for her mother.

 

“Mother! He’s awake…the swordsman.”

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Gonna post my Legend of Zelda fic here just cuz it’s been chillin on AO3 and I don’t really check there anyway it’s from the perspective of older Link and him dealing with trauma from being there for Zelda and literally being a warrior/hero/puppet

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It’ll be in the Masterlist

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self proclaimed guard dog simon who’s never held a conversation with you or even really tried to interact with you at all. he had caught a glimpse of you out on the town and traced you back to your current job, lucky for him, on base. you’re a little freaked out, this mammoth of a man randomly shows up one day and pulls a chair up to your desk, takes out a book and just hangs out for a few hours? even leaves an extra lighter for his cigs in your pen holder. introductions were a quick back and forth on names and that’s about it, sometimes he comments on your clothes or jewelry, he saw your dainty little chain on your neck and purchased an S charm the next day, left it on your desk and that was that. you really shouldn’t be okay with this but he’s kinda intriguing, and the guy that has the office next to yours hasn’t bothered you in weeks, something you’ve been begging for mentally, so really what’s simon doing wrong? he sometimes even brings you a stray pudding cup from the mess, how sweet.

but what really gets you is when you’ve just got in your car, setting your things down, buckling your seat belt, the works, but simon slides in your passenger seat, gives you a look (his eyes look so pretty in the sunlight) and tells you to “take us home”, you’re nervous to say the least, you heard what happened to janet in admin when she told him one of his stacks of paperwork was filed wrong, that she wasn’t gonna take his next one until he fixed his mistake (she’d left crying, cursing his name to high hell, and asking for a transfer) so really what choice do you have.

and maybe he walks into your place, goes straight for where you always store your remote and turns on the channel you like to watch, almost as if he’s seen this routine before, he even asks what face mask you’re gonna do tonight, you wonder how he guessed that you do a face mask every friday night (he suggests the blueberry charcoal one, says it makes your skin glowy (he did not use the word glowy)) you shrug and go on with your nightly tasks, make dinner, do dishes, shower. but what actually makes you stop in your tracks is when he walks out of the bathroom, still steamed up from his shower, butt ass naked and asks you what your favorite position is, pet.

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It’s evil how bad I need Hasil Farrel

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I need him rn

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he's so fine..like omg..

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🪰CHANGE🪰

The Girl

Paring: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader

Tags: Ghost Riley, Strangers to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Predator vs Prey

( The next part will be longer and also Ghosts introduction from his POV)

It was winter, the coldest one in a long time. Customers bustled in and out of the coffee shop, while online orders poured in, jamming up the printer. Hot coffee was spilled, pastries were tossed carelessly, and steamed milk burned the top of your hand as you rushed behind the counter, trying to manage a million tasks at once. This time of year was particularly stressful, with Christmas around the corner, and families came through the shop as if it had a swinging door.

“Peppermint mocha frappuccino, no whip!” you yelled, placing it on the bar on top of the receipt before quickly turning back to the printer to unjam it for what felt like the hundredth time today.

“Oi, Rabbit! Ye got cotton in yer ears?” a familiar voice boomed behind you.

You yanked the paper from the printer and closed it and it immediately went back to printing orders as you turned around.

“Johnny what are you doing here?” you asked stress prominent in your voice.

“Christmas shoppin’,” he said matter-of-factly tapping his watch. You snapped your head to look at the clock on the wall. It was 3:45, and you were supposed to be done 15 minutes ago. You and Johnny had made a plan for you to help him buy gifts for his co-workers.

“Shit! Okay look I'll wrap up these orders, make your usual, and then we can get out of here.”

It didn't take long for you to finish your tasks before shedding your apron off, it was practically your second skin.

You and Johnny spent time going from store to store finding the perfect gifts for his taskforce mates.

“ aye thanks for the help, I'm shite at gift shoppin’,” he said with a chuckle

“Yeah and gift wrapping,” you said lifting the giftbag in your hand.

You were meeting Johnny's coworkers? Friends? Whatever they were all really welcoming for a bunch of military folks.

Price opened the door, cigar in hand. You had met him a few times he had a big smile when he gestured you and Johnny in.

“Ah so this is the best friend,” said Gaz as he walked over handing you each a drink.

You smiled at him, taking the drink. You looked around at the house that was fully decked in Christmas decorations. When you felt a chill strike your spine, almost like a warning for something sinister approaching. You felt your stomach rumble which was your cue to find something to snack on.

You entered the kitchen to check on the food situation, realizing you hadn't eaten much today after being at work all day.

Trays of finger foods were spread across the counter, and there were pans of actual food on the stove. Your mouth watered at the sight. You started with the veggie tray and planned to make your way through the rest of the finger foods. Suddenly, a voice seemed to come from nowhere, rattling your nerves and making you nearly jump out of your skin.

“You must be The Rabbit.”

You let out a small scream and quickly covered your mouth, your heart racing and your stomach flipping from the sudden fear that gripped you.

“Ah-…s-sorry..I didn't see you...there” Your gaze slowly ascended the imposing figure of the man, his broad shoulders and muscular build casting a strong silhouette against the weak glow of the overhead light above the stove. He wore a black beanie accompanied by a hood and a mask covering his nose and mouth. The warm, flickering shadows played across his features, making it difficult to fully discern his expression until now.

“Soaps been talkin' about me meetin' you…nonstop” he stepped towards you, his frame caging you against the stove.

“U-uh yeah we- we grew up together��� you sputtered out

“Whys he call ya rabbit?” He asked grazing his fingers against the hem of your shirt.

Your breath hitched as your lower back pressed against the handle of the oven.

“Uhm well... I was quite skittish as a kid..” you spoke avoiding eye contact

“That all?” He asked flatly following it with a snort

“I’m a kicker..used to get into fights. How me and Johnny became friends actually” you say with a chuckle as you look up at him. The harsh shadows made it hard but you made out a smile from the way his eyes crinkled.

“Well I showed you mine so show me yours,” you say crossing your arms

“What?” He asks cocking a brow

“What do they call you?” You ask with a questioning look.

He retracts his hand pulling both of them into his pockets taking a short step back his shoes scraping the tile, he tilts his head back giving you a dark look.

“Ghost.”

He said coldly, his eyes narrowed.

Your mind races as you recall all the stories Johnny told when he returned to town after his deployment. You felt your hands grow clammy as a chill cascaded down your spine.

“Y-you’re The Ghost”