#{ which lets be real-- it would be mipha trying to stop kohga from doing something that could blow up the whole Domain }

[vahrutasgrace]

👌 I think they could be sweet pals ok Kohga doesn’t have it in him to be a troll to Mipha unlike the others I think aksjdjjd

!!!!! OhmyGoodness! The way I can imagine these two becoming such good friends and companions. It warms my heart!

Once she learns to trust him, she will start to open a little more and will find that she really enjoys Kohga's silliness. It could even develop into Mipha taking Kohga's side more times than not because she knows everyone else is being a bully to him! LOL

Mipha becomes a part of the 'Protect Master Kohga at all costs' squad by proxy.

Yes, I approve. ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

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

So much gay shit-feed the lesbians, bitch

Listen, I fill in requests as they come in? But you right, you right, let’s feed the ladies in the audience tonight.

“So? How does it feel to be eighteen, princess?”

“Quite nice, actually.”

Zelda had her 18th birthday, and suffice to say, everyone was partied the hell out. Urbosa had to take Daruk home (he was starting to pick everyone up and nearly breaking their spines in hugs), Revali was sleeping in his drunken stupor (as well as Teba and Kohga), Sidon had taken Mipha and Link home, Yunobo was trying to fix the damage done outside, and Riju was currently arguing with a stable hand about sand seals. All of this left Zelda and Impa to do most of the cleaning, not that Impa had issues helping her absolute best friend. So little people made her more talkative, and Impa appreciated that. Zelda chuckled as she took another one of Daruk’s many leftover plates.

“It’s...a birthday I didn’t think I’d have, honestly. To think we’d survive after the great calamity...it warms my heart, knowing we succeeded.”

“Course we did princess, we had YOU!”

Zelda giggled into her hand, clearly flattered by her friends' ever so kind words. That, and the fact that Impa was hardly letting her do any actual cleaning.

“Impa, you’re doing it again.”

“You’re still in your birthday dress! I don’t want you getting anything dirty! We both know your father would have a fit.”

Bad call. Zelda frowned. The King loved his daughter, but being the leader of the Kingdom caused some problems. Such as not being available on important dates. She had missed him all night, and Impa could tell, despite her smile. She set the dishes to the side, holding onto Zelda’s shoulders.

“Princess, please! Don’t frown on your birthday! As your friend, I will NOT allow it!”

Zelda looked at her for a moment, completely confused, before her smile, her REAL smile appeared.

“Well, suppose I have no choice then, do I?”

They looked at each other for a moment, and Impa swore she forgot how to breathe for a second. She had grown up to be best friends with the princess, and in the process, saw her grow. Grow into someone very incredibly smart, kind, and...well. Beautiful. It made her heart thump, being so close to her like this. The room was more or less empty and quiet, it would be alright to say SOMETHING, surely.

“Princess?”

“Yes Impa?”

“You...should go upstairs and rest. Let us clean, you’ve clearly had a LONG day.”

“But Impa-”

“Ah ah ah! No butts no coconuts! Bath, then right to bed miss missy!”

That made her laugh, and Impa swore it was sweet enough to make songbirds jealous. She nodded at her friend.

“Oh alright. No use arguing with you when you’re like this. Thank you, Impa, truly.”

Zelda suddenly threw herself at her, into a great big hug. The princess was so soft, and she smelled so much like cake and flowers. Zelda pulled away after a moment.

“Do wake me when you’re about to head home, I’d love to say goodbye.”

“Will do, princess.”

She bowed to her, watching her leave. Once she was sure she was out of ear shot, she groaned, smacking her forehead against the dining table.

“Need some help?”

“HHH. GIRLS!!”

Impa nearly screamed it against the table cloth. That was when she recalled who’s voice thet belonged to. Sooga. He was standing right there, arms folded across his chest.

“I MEANT with the cleaning. Many hands make for light labor, but a whole village couldn’t fix THAT problem.”

She pointed her finger at him, ready to explode, before her words stumbled and tumbled. She really had nothing for that, so she just started shoving junk in his hands. He chuckled, helping her wipe food stains simultaneously. She threw a rag at him, a scowl at her lips. Like Sooga and Link, Sooga and Impa had quite a bit in common, in terms of servicing their masters. Only, Sooga didn’t exactly LOVE Impa, mainly due to her being a member of the sheikah. It was why whenever they were forced to deal with each other, it was a LOT of him using his clever words to anger her.

“You know NOTHING, Sooga. Bite your tongue!”

“I have eyes, believe it or not, sheikah girl. Everyone but her can see what I see.”

“Which is NOTHING.”

As per usual, holding her kodachi at him did absolutely nothing to phase him. He sighed, giving a shake of his head.

“I say make the effort to court her, honestly.”

“One, shut up. Two, it wouldn’t even work, she likes LINK-”

“Who is taken by another princess. Leaves quite the window open to you. You could not do it and regret it, or you could grow some guts, and try. Or the third option.”

“What’s the third option?”

“Try, and fail miserably, putting on quite the show for me.”

“I gotta side with Sooga here.”

Kohga joined the party, seeming to pick at something on his plate.

“I mean, it’s not like you DON’T have a chance! You’re her friend, she trusts you, and you got a cute ass, girls like that. I think.”

“W-you LOOK AT THAT?!”

“Yeah but like, in a gay way. Like ‘her ass would get so much more girls if she would stop dressing up like a prude’ kinda way.”

Face exploding, she grabbed his plate, tossing it in the trash, and ignoring Kohga’s cries of protest. Sooga chuckled, amused by his Master’s little tantrum.

“He has a point. But hey, don’t listen to us if you’d like, you sheikah are good at being cowards.”

“Excuse me?”

Her face scrunched up in anger, and he was still unphased. He leaned down to her face, mask inches from her skin.

“I called you a coward. Go on. Prove me wrong, sheikah girl.”

“Alright, fine! I will!”

She stormed out in a huff, and Kohga chuckled.

“Oh that was a good call right there, Sooga.”

“She may be sheikah, but she has the same anger as a blade master. She could never refuse a challenge. Care to sit around and let me clean?”

“Thought you’d never ask, pretty boy.”

--------------------------------------

“You got this, Impa, you got this.”

Impa had stepped outside to grab something, before she found her way into the princess’s room. She carefully lit a candle, about ready to dash in and prove Sooga wrong, when she saw her. She was asleep, in nothing but her cute nightgown. White, see through...it was enough to make Impa stop in her tracks. But it wasn’t just the clothes. It was her face. So still, so soft and precious looking. Impa sighed.

“You...don’t got this.��

She sighed, carefully putting the silent princess in her hand. Her favorite flower, and by extension, Impa’s. So graceful, delicate, sweet looking. Just like her. Impa pulled the sheets over her body, careful not to wake her up. She would freeze, poor thing.

“Maybe he was right. I am a coward when it comes to you, princess. But...that’s okay. I’m just, happy to be your absolute best friend. And hey, this is what dreams are for, right?”

She carefully ran her fingers through those golden locks of hair. So soft, her hair. Impa remembered how it felt whenever she braided it. Her fingers in her hair just felt so...right. She looked around, in case someone was looking, when she leaned down, and kissed her forehead. So precious. Her skin was like silk. She pulled away, knowing she would do something more stupid.

“Goodnight...my princess. May you sleep well, and dream of the love you deserve.”

She blew out the candle, and slowly shut the door. If only she knew.

If only she saw the smile left on her royal face.

[loruleanheart]

Desired Fate, Chapter 4

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All four champions had, at last, been recruited. It had all seemed a blur to Zelda, who felt as though she were going through the motions, her thoughts always lingering on a certain man. Still, no sign of his existence apart from his image on the Sheikah Slate, and Zelda was beginning to feel restless, only compounded by the fact that her father hadn’t commended her efforts to recruit the Champions or assist them with their respective Divine Beast, and she knew why... She still was no closer to finding her divine power, although this failure, she had grown accustomed to. Upon her return to the castle, King Rhoam had merely given a grunt of approval and convened a meeting with the Champions where he lavished them with praise.

It’s only natural that Father would be frustrated. Am I trying hard enough? Am I really doing everything I can?

The Princess stood by quietly as her father instructed the Champions, Impa seeming to sense her disappointment and stress. It was Impa who spent the most time with her and knew her so well, although Zelda had yet to say a word to her about the hooded man who invaded her every thought. There was just no reason to, Zelda rationalized. 

There was, however, one bit of information she had learned from the Rito Champion Revali that had given her and Impa a slight reason for concern. Revali had revealed that his village had been repeatedly attacked by monsters led by a Guardian much like the one that accompanied them. This was right after Link and Revali nearly killed each other over the misunderstanding that Rito Village was under attack once again. The existence of another small Guardian causing such chaos troubled the princess. If word got back to King Rhoam, he would almost certainly believe her little one was a potential threat. Or worse become aware that an attempt on her life had been made and forbid her from leaving the castle ever again… At least until she unlocked her sealing power, which Zelda despaired would be never.

“Champions, seek out the hero who will wield the sword that seals the darkness. This will require that you all work together to vanquish the monsters that have taken over Korok Forest.”

The Champions gave their oath. In the morning, they would depart for the Lost Woods which surrounded the hidden oasis, Korok forest.

Later, when Zelda took to her chambers, her mind was still consumed with uncertainty. 

“Who… are you...?” Zelda said to herself quietly, once again staring into that image on the slate that was both a blessing and a curse.

As she peered down at his image that night, she prayed to the goddess Hylia that she would soon cross paths with him somehow. A selfish prayer, perhaps, but Hylia had never deigned to answer even her noble prayers to unlock her power. To Zelda, it was nothing more than a wish.

oOo

The harbinger seemed to know all and shared much of its knowledge with its seer. The Champions who would pilot the Divine Beasts had been chosen and in the past few days recruited by the Princess of Hyrule in rapid succession. Astor didn’t need a prophetic dream from the Calamity to know what this meant.

He was well acquainted with the legend of 10,000 years ago. His oldest memory was hearing the tale at the orphanage where he was raised -  located in one of the most backwater little villages in Hyrule. A caretaker at the orphanage had gathered the children together to tell a story, and young Astor had immediately felt an affinity for the Calamity but kept it to himself. The love of the goddess Hylia was being impressed upon the children, which included regular field trips to the village’s goddess statue where he was instructed on how to pray. Astor didn’t hate the goddess, at least not back then, but he often found himself secretly questioning her intentions. Why would a loving goddess allow a parent to abandon their newborn for dead in the trash, as had been done to him? And was such a goddess worthy of devotion? A thought that kept him up most nights. A question he danced around when speaking with his carers. “The goddess has a purpose for you. She loves all her people, even you.” Sure, this was enough to satisfy a young child, but as he got older, it became more and more difficult to believe. There wasn’t any evidence that she loved him. Apparently, he wasn’t worthy of it.

But the Calamity had set apart a grand purpose for him. And now, he would be a part of a new legend.

Unfortunately, the enemies of Lord Ganon were one step closer to reaching their goal to oppose the Calamity. This was probably why the seer’s prophetic dreams were becoming more frequent, more demanding, ordering him to cement his fate as the Calamity’s chosen by killing the princess.

With the knowledge of who the Champions were along with the power of Lord Ganon’s malice, he was able to create dark copies of the Champions called Hollows which would obey his every order.

Astor stood a few paces from Kohga and Sooga in an outdoor area of the Yiga hideout, where there was a large circular pit in the center. Kohga had designated this place as his napping spot. Astor thought it was such a strange place to rest, considering it was exposed to direct sunlight. The prophet tried to stay in as much shade as possible, the robe and hood he wore making the desert heat nearly unbearable, yet he did not remove it.

Astor levitated the ancient orb. He summoned the Hollows, and ordered them to fight the footsoldiers who had volunteered to train against the Champion’s copies as practice. “Let’s see what they can do…”

“Hey, how come you don’t have one of the Princess?” Kohga asked in a provoking manner.

Oh, here we go… Two can play at this game...

Astor pointed to the Urbosa Hollow. “Would you like a rematch, Kohga?”

The Urbosa Hollow swung her ‘scimitar’ at one of the Yiga footsoldiers, sending them flying across the yard.

“.... no thanks…”

“I thought so.”

Sooga scoffed. “So these Hollows will fight your battles for you? I see you’re powerless without that orb.”

Astor didn’t respond. Being chosen by the Calamity was enough for him, he reasoned. He had all the power and purpose he could ever want or need.

“Soon I must prevent a certain pest from pulling the sword… According to Legend, the sword is powerful enough to defeat even the Great Calamity in tandem with the princess’s sealing power. It’s too important a task to leave to you two… It is fate that I would be chosen to stop those who are trying to bring about the Great Calamity’s ruin.” Of course, all three already knew who the wielder of that sword would be, even if the boy himself didn’t know yet. His hatred had grown exponentially for the knight, and he didn’t know why. It was the Princess who was the real threat to Lord Ganon.

The two Yiga leaders exchanged relieved glances that they weren’t expected to perform this task. Even masked, the two seemed so in tune with each other, the bond of friendship and brotherhood as Yiga clansmen apparent between them.

Astor glanced down at the ancient orb and shook his head, averting his attention back to the Hollows. He wasn’t sure what he hoped to see in that orb. There would be nothing there for him apart from the Calamity.

Ah, Calamity Ganon, I will not allow anyone to alter fate’s rightful course.

oOo

Astor breathed in, closing his eyes and bowing his head as he waited in the Lost Woods. It was a welcome change from the harsh sunlight and heat of  Gerudo Desert.

His focus relaxed and he perceived a place much like this… But this place in his vision had dozens of blue and white flowers that seemed to be growing luxuriant. It wasn’t exactly the Lost Woods, nor Korok Forest. It looked like a mix of the two - dark and gloomy, yet still lush with the blue and white flowers that seemed to glisten in the moonlight.

He wasn’t sure where this place was or even ‘when’ it was, but he sensed the princess was close, along with her knight and Champions. There was no way he’d be able to get close to her with all those nuisances around. There had to be a connection between this unexpected vision and the princess.  And then an idea came to him.

And she was getting closer still… His heart skipped a beat, unbidden. Astor opened his eyes and raised his chin, trying to regain his composure before the vision could send him spiraling.

“And they’re here….” His voice deep, yet soft and melodic at that moment. He smiled, knowing how to get her alone.

oOo

“This is quite the fog…” said Mipha, the Zora Champion. 

They wandered through the fog for what seemed like the longest time. Were they going around in circles? There were defined paths and certain trees that stood out from the others that could be used as landmarks, but it wasn’t enough to point them in the correct direction.

“Why can’t the hero drive out the monsters himself? Whoever he is... This is so asinine.” Revali complained.

“Oh Revali, give it a rest. You accepted this mission, just like the rest of us. And it is an honor.” Urbosa chastised the Rito Champion.

“Are you not impressed with how skillfully I piloted Vah Medoh to route out the vast majority of the monsters?” Revali countered.

Zelda kept quiet, not wanting to get involved in any squabbling between the Champions. She hung towards the back of the group. Her mind began to wander as the bickering continued. She looked around, sighting something that gave her pause. It was a Silent Princess. The blue and white flower appeared illusionary. She stared at it for a long moment, and when she looked back at the group they were growing further away, unaware that they were leaving her behind. She looked back at the Silent Princess, seeing more beginning to sprout up from the earth as if marking a path made just for her.

Zelda cautiously began to follow the path, curious as to where it might lead. The Lost Woods could be an intimidating place, but Zelda continued through the grey, fog-laden woods, unafraid, almost in a trance. 

It was a black and purple tarry substance that broke her from this trance. The strange substance was growing on a gnarled, twisted tree, undulating… And there was an eye. The eyeball looked back at her, and she almost let out a gasp. The iris was slitted and yellow. It reminded her of the design on the hooded man’s circlet. She began to feel uneasy but gathered her courage when she saw a lush path in the distance. She continued, certain that she had found the entrance to Korok Forest.

Korok Forest truly was a verdant, beautiful oasis. There were shallow pools of crystal clear water among the tall grass, unlike the bogs seen in the Lost Woods. The imposing and magnificent Great Deku Tree she’d read about in legends was impossible to miss. In front of this vast tree was an ancient stone dais. There, on the dais stood a figure blocking her view of the Sacred Blade. He or she appeared so small compared to the Deku Tree, but Zelda was still somewhat far away. She moved closer, trying to make sense of the figure that turned when she had been noticed. And she stopped suddenly in her tracks.

It was him! Her heart rate sped up. The princess couldn’t believe it, her thoughts going haywire. Of all her prayers, Hylia answered this one... 

Zelda took an uncertain step forward, barely noticing as her boots splashed through the shallow water. There was a crude stone path between them. The two stood silently for a moment at a distance, the tension palpable as he was guarding the sword for some nefarious purpose.

Zelda kept her expression placid. She was about to speak when the man slowly raised a glowing spherical object, levitating it above his left hand. A dome went up, illuminated with constellations. And when it vanished, four figures stood around the hooded man. The manifestation’s eyes glowed red. Dark energy rose off their forms, sending out the same constellations from the dome they had been formed.

Zelda’s eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise.

What are those?! Some kind of twisted illusions of the Champions?

But her main focus wasn’t on the Champion imposters. Her attention was fixed on him, barely registering she was in danger. Zelda felt as if time stood still being held in his gaze. And then he raised an arm to point at her.

“Kill her...”

[katedoesfics]

Shadows of the Yiga | Chapter 17

The injections came every few hours as Kohga had promised him, but Link could no longer differentiate the real world from his hallucinations. He had no idea how many injections he had received or how many days had passed. The world simply ceased to exist around him as he drifted in and out of hallucinations, each one blending into the next. He whimpered and gasped as his body reacted to each injection, until finally, he could start to feel a new life take form inside of him.

And as the injections continued, he grew more and more infuriated. His anger seemed to temporarily ground him in those moments, and for the first time in what felt like years, he could recognize his surroundings once more. He felt more grounded in reality, more aware as Kohga approached him with each syringe. The anger grew inside of him until it became seemingly irrational. He was angry at King Roham and Impa for keeping his father's death a secret. At Dorian for betraying them all. He was angry at Mipha for abandoning him; at Aryll for falling into the same pit of despair he had; at his mother for dying. He was angry at all his friends for seemingly betraying him, moving on with their lives and leaving him alone, and angry with his father keeping secrets. But most of all, he was angry at himself for letting the Yiga Clan get their hands on Aryll and Mipha, and for allowing himself to succumb to Kohga's tortuous injections.

When the next injection came, he couldn't contain his anger any longer. It bubbled through his body, flaring wildly as Kohga approached him. His anger clouded his mind as it grew to levels of rage he had never experienced before, and he quickly felt himself losing control until he seemed to only be a small figuring huddling in the corner of his mind as something else entirely took over.

Link's body strained against the restraints, testing their strength as he threatened to break through. His fingers flexed, then curled into his palms, his nails suddenly long and sharp. His skin paled and darkened, as his eyes flashed vivid red. A low growl escaped his throat as his gaze landed on Kohga, his chest heaving with each breath he took.

This seemed to please Kohga, and he grinned and laughed as Link twisted in the chair. Link threw himself forward, and the restraints groaned under the pressure, but otherwise held strong, holding him back despite his struggles. Kohga plunged the syringe into him once more and the fury raged further inside Link for another moment. But then his body calmed as soon as the syringe was withdrawn. The rage disappeared almost instantly and he fell back against the chair, his body falling limp as his awareness crawled forward, taking control once more.

He was exhausted. So exhausted that he could barely move or open his eyes. But he forced his eyes to open. His eyes that had returned to their clear, pure blue, moved weakly to Kohga as his breathing slowed and steadied.

“Thrilling, isn't it?” he said with a grin. “The more you fight it, the weaker you will become, and the quicker that darkness will consume you. Your rage feeds it. Soon, you will disappear completely. Hyrule's Hero will be gone forever.”

Kohga moved back to the table, placing the empty syringe back on the table. “There won't be many more injections left,” he said as he moved to the door. “But don't worry; we won’t send you away without seeing your friends one last time. The two girls – we'll let you watch them die before we finish you ourselves.”

If he wasn't so exhausted, the rage surely would have blown through him again, causing the darkness inside of him to gain control once more. But he simply could not think straight, or even really process the words Kohga had said to him, which may have been to his benefit. There was surely some truth to what Kohga had said; the more he fought against the darkness, the quicker it would consume him.

He let his head hang for sometime, allowing himself to rest before he finally felt relatively normal. His mind was clear; or, clear enough to begin to process all that had just happen. And for the first time in what seemed to be a long time, he remembered that Aryll and Mipha were in trouble, and that the Yiga Clan had them.

He cursed himself for succumbing to Kohga’s injections, for not being stronger, for not being able to break away and save Mipha and Aryll. He took advantage of his sudden clarity and looked around the room once more. He needed to find a way out of his restraints. He fought against them once more, but still, they held strong. Even the chair did not budge, and he could only assume it was bolted into the floor. There would be no way he could escape. At least, not on his own. He was not strong enough, but maybe there was someone who was.

He tried desperately to will that other part of him to return. He reached into the deepest, darkest corners of his mind to will the darkness in him to surge forth once more. He tried to recall all he had seen, heard, and witnessed. He recalled some of his earlier hallucinations; the ones he was sure were hallucinations. Seeing his mother was surely one of them. But nothing more stood out to him. He thought back to his brief moment of consciousness - his father. He remembered seeing him. He ordered him killed. His own father… a traitor.

No. That couldn’t be right. As strong as the memory was, he still couldn’t believe it, though as he played it over again, the pain struck his chest each time, as real as the last. But he refused to believe it nonetheless.

Still; it had the effect he was hoping for. He could feel the darkness creep in around his mind, pushing aside his consciousness. And he let it - encouraged it - to take over. He opened himself to it, but it only seemed to shirk away. It quickly slipped away from him, causing his insides to pull sickeningly. His head spun once more, and he quickly lost consciousness.

*****

The door opened and light spilled into the room. Two dark figures, silhouetted by the light behind them, stood in the doorway. They said nothing as they stepped into the room, closing the door behind them. The dim lights flickered on and hummed as they warmed. Link was barely conscious, his head hanging low and his breathing shallow. He noticed the change in the lighting. He heard the footsteps of the two figures that entered. But everything else was indiscernible. He paid no mind to them, assuming them to be more Yiga soldiers. In truth, he didn’t care anymore. There was nothing he could do to stop them. He had given up.

A strong hand pushed him back against the chair, seemingly annoyed that he had not regarded them. The hand gripped his shoulder hard while another hand slammed his head against the chair. A bright light shone in his eyes, and he groaned and turned away from the source. The light snapped off and the hand pulled his chin. His eyes moved tiredly to the figure that stood before him. He recognized Dorian immediately, but his expression remained unchanged. Dorian’s eyes narrowed fiercely on him as he spoke. Link couldn’t understand him at first, and it seemed his face had shown his confusion. Dorian’s gaze softened and he spoke again.

There was another voice after Dorian’s. It came from the second figure, standing behind Dorian and off to the side. Link turned his gaze to this figure as he stepped forward into the light. He met the figure’s gaze, smiled, then laughed. He pulled his chin out of Dorian’s grip.

“Nice try,” he muttered.

Dorian straightened, keeping his gaze on Link. He spoke again, and Link’s mind slowly came into focus, now understanding the hallucinative conversation between the Sheikah and his dead father.

“...to the city.”

Rusl’s gaze hardened on Dorian. “They’ll find him,” he hissed.

“If we don’t get him out,” Dorian said, “Zelda will look for him. I won’t let the Yiga get to her, too.”

“Your job was to keep them out of the Yiga’s hands,” Rusl growled. “And yet here he is.”

“Rusl,” Dorian warned. “I’m doing everything I can damn well do.”

“My son’s on the brink of death because of you!”

Dorian shook his head. “Nothing I do is good enough for you,” he said with a sigh. “I’ve managed to keep them safe for over twenty damn years. I got you out of this hell hole. What more do you want from me?”

“I’m done hiding,” Rusl said. “You’ve had your way. I’m done. I want to go home.”

“If you go -”

“He knows, Dorian! He’s not an idiot!”

“That’s debatable,” Dorian muttered. He turned his gaze back to Link. He got to his knees and peered at him curiously. He pushed his chest back with a finger and Link turned his gaze to him.

“How’s it going, kid?”

Link sighed heavily but did not respond.

“So, we’re gonna get you outta here.”

Link smiled, then laughed, but still, he did not respond. He knew better than to engage with the hallucinations. That’s all they were. Images of false hope. Images of broken promises and pain. Nothing was real anymore.

“Okay,” Dorian said. “Let’s go.”

“You’re a traitor,” Link muttered. “If I ever get out of here, I’ll kill you.”

“You’re dense,” Dorian said. “A damn idiot.” He stood once more, stepping away as Rusl moved toward his son. He gripped his shirt, shaking him briefly.

“Snap the fuck out of it.”

Link smiled and pulled away. “You’re dead,” he spat. “Get the fuck out.”

Rusl frowned and released his hold on his son. He turned to Dorian. “What’s your plan?” He didn’t wait for a response. “Whether you like it or not, he’s a part of this. He won’t stand down. Not until he’s destroyed the Yiga Clan.” His gaze narrowed. “If you had just told him the truth -”

“What do you think would have happened?” Dorian snapped. “The same damn thing. He’d walk right into their hands with the stupid idea that he could end it. He’s powerless against him. And before you know it, he and Zelda are team Ganondorf, and everything they’ve done will have been for nothing.” His voice lowered. “If he knew you were alive, he would have gone after you. If he knew they were a threat, he would have gone after them. Either way, he would have been exactly where they wanted him.” Dorian hesitated. There was a tone of regret in his voice when he spoke again. “I kept my promise to you, Rusl. I can’t possibly plan for everything. They still got their hands on him. But he’s here. He’s alive. And I will get him out if you just let me do my job.”

Rusl pulled his gaze away and turned back to his son. “I’m done,” he said softly. “I can help him. We can finish this.”

“How do you expect to do that?”

“The Champions,” Rusl said. “They have a lot more going for them than you like to think. Let them do this. Let them fight.”

“You were the one that wanted them to have no part of this,” Dorian said.

“I know,” Rusl hissed. “But they’re all we’ve got.”

“Let me talk to Impa and Roham,” Dorian said. “I’ll keep Kohga away from him and Zelda as long as I can.”

Rusl met his gaze. He opened his mouth to speak, but Link’s voice interrupted him.

“Dad.”

Rusl turned to his son. His head still hung low. His body shuttered with each breath he took. Rusl moved to him, getting to his knees and putting a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll get you out of here, alright?”

His head shook slowly. Tears fell onto his lap. Rusl frowned and moved his hand to his son’s head. He pressed his forehead against Link’s.

“Just hang in there, kay?”

Link did not respond to him. Rusl returned to his feet, his lips pinched together. He turned to Dorian. There was a bright flash of light and a loud crack split the air.

Link gasped for breath. His eyes moved around the room, but he was alone. There was no evidence otherwise that there had been anyone else in the room with him. He bit his lip and sobbed softly.

*****

Though the space was small, Aryll still managed to pace back and forth, from wall to wall, almost dizzying herself in the process. She ignored Mipha’s plea to stop, unable to calm her anxiety. Her hands trembled as she wracked her brain, reviewing every detail of their plan.

“Are you sure it will work?” Aryll said softly. Her pacing ceased and she gazed out the barred door.

“No,” Mipha admitted. “And I can’t heal as long as we’re in here,” she continued. “So we can’t fuck up.”

Aryll cursed softly. Already, they were both banged and bruised from the Yiga, virtually powerless against them. She was sure her bones weren’t broken, but they were definitely fractured in some places. Her wrist, being one. And it was likely they had both suffered concussions, but there was nothing either of them could do about it except pray there were no internal damages that would sneak up on them suddenly.

From what they could recall, they had been Yiga captives for almost a week. It was enough time to quickly learn their routine, time their shift changes, and form a plan for themselves to break out and find Link. It wasn’t a good plan. Far from it. But it was a plan, nonetheless. And Aryll was impatient as they waited for their chance to execute it. It wouldn’t be long before their time was up, and they would all die. It was now or never.

And their chance finally came. One of the Yiga soldiers returned to the room where they were being held. His mask was removed, and he was grinning stupidly at his phone held in one hand, while the other had a half peeled banana, which he took a large bite out of. He didn’t even glance in their direction as he made his way to sit on the other side of the room where he kicked his feet up on the table and finished his banana, still watching his phone.

Aryll glanced at Mipha, hesitant, but found reassurance in Mipha’s confident gaze. She sucked in a quiet breath and moved her gaze back to the Yiga guard, then promptly fell to the floor. The guard glanced over at them as Mipha hurried to Aryll’s side in concern. He sighed and spoke into the radio on the table.

“One of those girls just passed out,” he said in a bored tone.

“What do you mean she passed out?” came the response on the radio.

“I dunno,” he said. “She’s unconscious. What do you want me to do?”

“Boss wants them alive. Fix it.”

He frowned. “That’s more work than I agreed to.”

“Stop being an idiot,” the voice hissed. “Do what you want afterwards, but keep them alive.”

This seemed to be incentive enough for the guard. With another sigh on the edge of a groan, he got up and made his way to the cell.

“Back against the wall,” he instructed Mipha. Mipha silently obeyed, pressing her back against the hard wall as the guard entered the cell. He got into a squatting position as he looked over Aryll for a moment.

“What’s wrong with her?” he asked, though his tone suggested he did not care.

Mipha’s gaze narrowed on him. “She probably has a brain bleed,” she snarled at him.

“Hmph. What would you know?”

“I am a nurse. I can fix her if you let me.”

He shook his head. “Nothing I can’t handle,” he said arrogantly. “Don’t move.”

Mipha watched as he continued to check over Aryll, then promptly set to work on healing her. As he worked, Mipha quietly slipped off her belt. She held the leather in her hands behind her back, waiting for her moment to strike. Aryll’s eyes fluttered open and the guard stopped working. As long as she was conscious, that was all the healing she needed.

Aryll, however, thrust a fist towards him, but he was quick to catch her wrist, and she yelped in pain, the bone still fractured. He grinned down at her as he thrust her arm to the floor, pinning her.

“Nice try, you little bitch,” he hissed at her.

That was all the distraction Mipha needed. She lunged at him and brought the belt around his neck, pulling tightly against him and dragging him backwards on top of her. She grunted under his weight as they fell, but did not release her grip. He clawed at the belt in surprise for a moment, then thrust his arm aside, causing the ground to tremble in an attempt to weaken her hold.

Aryll sprang on top of him and pinned his arms to the ground in hopes of preventing him from further attacking. He started to gasp and choke as his airway was cut short, which likely weakened him. She knew she was not strong enough to fight him off, but his weakened state came to her advantage, and within moments, the Yiga fell into unconsciousness.

Mipha hesitated as Aryll stepped away from him. He was not moving, but she wasn’t completely convinced. She waited another moment before letting her hold loosen, then let the belt drop to the ground. Still, the guard did not move. Aryll kicked at his gut, but he gave no response, which was confirmation enough for Mipha. She let her fingers rest on his neck, searching for a pulse, but the Yiga guard was dead.

Mipha pulled her hand away slowly, her face whitening. “I killed him,” she said softly.

Aryll hesitated, her lips pressed together. “Let’s get out of here,” she said after a moment, reaching for Mipha’s hand and pulling her out of the cell.

They moved to the table where they quickly grabbed anything the could use as a weapon, including the guard’s own blade.

“This was the easy part, you know,” Aryll muttered. “We have no idea where Link is or how to find him.” She met Mipha’s gaze. “And we don’t stand a chance against a group of Yiga soldiers on the hunt for us.”

“We’ll wing it,” Mipha said. “Link always did.”

“And did that ever work out for you guys?” Aryll asked skeptically.

“Not really,” Mipha mumbled. “Got him gutted once or twice. We won’t be so lucky.”

Aryll pulled her gaze away. “You’re right.”

Mipha hesitated, immediately regretting what she said. “We’ll figure this out,” she said in an attempt to reassure Aryll. She shrugged. “You’re with a Champion, after all. I’ve gotten through worse.”

“Yeah,” Aryll said softly. She sucked in a breath, her expression hardening. “Well. I’m sure as fuck not dying here. So, let’s do this.”

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OMG sorry to request again seconds later, but I just saw the Sheikah slate ask. Could we see Kohga just... continously sending Sooga dirty texts and pictures during a dinner with the gang or something? Until Sooga's all "we gotta go NOW" and drags Kohga off to make good on those texts??

Canon use of the slate;*tracking towers, mapping areas, stopping time*

MY use of the slate;*sending nudes*

"Dorephan, really good to meet you, big guy!"

Kohga waved up at Dorephan. Him and Sooga were invited to dinner, not by Mipha, but by the king himself apparently. Dorephan nodded from his spot on the throne.

"Kohga, was it? Lovely to meet you. My children talk about you so often, I had to get to know you a bit more! You and...Dooga?"

"Sooga, your highness."

"Right right. Sidon, do tell the chefs that company is here."

"Yes father. I call dibs sitting next to Sooga by the way!"

Sidon dashed off into the kitchen, and Mipha chuckled, clinging to Kohga's side.

"It's wonderful that you've accepted Father's invitation, Kohga. He has been dying to meet you. Please, sit here with me. If you don't mind Sooga being away from you."

"Oh hows he gonna survive, the poor guy?"

Kohga chuckled. He sat next to Mipha, Sooga sat at the far end (with Sidon quickly joining him), and king Dorephan in the middle of them. A Zora soldier (handsome devil, if you ask Kohga. Real nice looking teeth), served everyone a nice healthy cup of wine, with Dorephan raising his own glass a bit.

"An honor to have you both join the family. I was looking forward to having my future son in law here, but-"

"Father!"

She hid her blushing face in her face, making everyone chuckle. While every man at the table was different, they had one thing in common; love for Mipha. Dorephan gave a good, hearty laugh.

"I tease, my daughter! Once Sidon finds someone to wed, I'll be the same!"

Sidon, practically giddy, grinned over at his sister.

"Has he seen the armor you made for him?"

"Not...quite. Still adding finishing touches. I'm...a little worried about it, honestly."

Kohga found the whole conversation cute, but unless he heard a 'he said yes', he found himself not very interested in the conversation. He was WAY more interested in Sooga and Sidon. Those two were chatting it up in between Dorephan and Mipha's speaking, and it reminded Kohga of the time Sidon let out all of his horny frustration on him. Ugh. Now he was DAMN horny just thinking about it.

Bored at this point, Kohga pulled out his sheikah slate, starting to mess with it. It was considered the same as pulling out a book at the table, so many didn’t seem to mind when he used it when he was bored. He scrolled through his pictures, and found one of himself. He did like to take a good selfie here and there. Looking at Sooga across the table, he grinned, and sent it to Sooga. It lit up at his waist immediately, and Sooga held the conversation while pulling it up. Look at this sap, smiling so giddily at a selfie of him. Even if it was a DAMN good selfie. He even managed to respond with a ‘<3’, which was even cuter.

“What else what else…”

Kohga mumbled to himself. He gave the occasional nodding towards Mipha (he listened to her for the most part, but this seemed much more important), before he found another picture. Another selfie, this time with his mask slightly askew, and his tongue sticking out between two of his fingers. THAT one made poor little Sooga’s wine get stuck in his throat, and he coughed a bit, but otherwise kept his composure. He always did like his mouth. He clearly didn’t know how to respond, choosing to continue his chat with Sidon. Kohga didn’t like being ignored, so he shot him a message.

‘If I send you something, respond, Sooga. You know I don’t like being ignored.’

Sooga read over the message for a moment, before forcing himself to respond.

‘I apologize, I just wasn’t expecting a suggestive picture. I will respond from now on.’

‘Good. Shark boy is cute, but last I checked, you were bananas about ME’

‘I am, I swear. He just keeps trying to look’

‘So? Let him look. You guys ARE super cute together. Here, let me give you something to show him’

Kohga pulled up a picture of him eating a banana in a...not appropriate way, if you wanna put it how Sooga would. You wanna put it how Kohga would, it was a picture of him stuffing his mouth full of banana, having the end pressed against his cheek. It was a picture that EASILY said he was asking for it. Sooga was hiding his mouth over his hand, melting in his seat. Kohga tried not to laugh. He knew no one could suck dick better than him, and BOTH knew that Sooga knew this.

‘You want that when we get home? Wanna just sit back in our cozy bed and let me suck that pretty cock of yours?’

“Well, Kohga?”

Kohga lifted his head up to Mipha, who was clearly saying something to him. He put the slate down for a second, shaking his head.

“Sorry, I was talking about something super important, what was it?”

“Oh, we were wondering if blue was the right color for Link’s armor.”

“Oh definitely, great contrast to your own colors. I say keep it.”

That seemed to please Mipha enough, as she clapped her hands a bit, and continued to talk to her father. Kohga went back to his slate, just in time to see Sooga’s message.

‘Master Kohga, please, we’re in public’

Ugh. Such a buzzkill. Always with the manners and being a good guest. It was sweet, but Kohga REALLY wanted to poke at Sooga. He was trying SO hard to just sip wine and eat his bread, trying to look good for Kohga.

‘You’re trying to tell ME what to do, Sooga?’

‘No! No! Never!’

‘You know I hate that. So, you’re gonna get a lesson. I want you to put your hand on fish stick’s thigh. Under the table. That is a command’

Sooga was just DYING. Kohga was chatting him up, and without using his voice, he was seducing poor little Sooga. He hesitated, but as per usual, a command was a command. So, he slid his hand up Sooga’s thigh, lightly clenching his leg. Sidon seemed confused for a minute, before laughing.

“Sooga! I had no idea you missed me and the domain so much!”

Sidon’s bubbly personality made the whole thing seem inconspicuous, and it was hilarious to the ever blushing Sooga. Such casual flirting between them, all while Kohga was saying he’d suck him off right fucking now.

‘Good boy, Sooga. You know, I could take a video of it. Of me sucking your cock, of me drooling all over your nuts-right till you cum in my mouth. And we can send it over to Sidon, see what he thinks about it. How does that sound? How badly do you want my lips on your cock?’

Suddenly Sooga put the slate away, and stood up. Kohga thought he somehow offended him, when Sooga walked up to him, and hoisted him over his shoulder. All three of the zora looked at Sooga curiously, and Kohga tried not to laugh at Sooga’s attempt to lie on the fly.

“I apologize. We uh, just recalled we had an important meeting to attend to. I do hope you’ll forgive me.”

He was about to turn, when Sidon’s interest made him jump up a bit.

“Oh what was it?! Care to tell us?”

“Yeah Sooga, just WHAT was that meeting we forgot?”

Poor little Sooga. He floundered for a moment, before pulling something RIGHT out of his ass.

“Banana problems.”

Mipha cocked her head to the side.

“Banana..problems?”

“Yes. Yiga things, as I’m sure you’ll understand. King Dorephan, excuse my rudeness, we simply must do this another time.”

Sooga didn’t let anyone else speak before he turned the corner, and poofed. They were back in the clan, and right when Kohga realized that, he just could NOT stop laughing.

"BANANA PROBLEMS, SOOGA."

"I am good at MANY things. Lying is not one of them, especially under pressure."

Sooga opened the door to their room, locking the door behind them, before finally setting Kohga down. Kohga chuckled, hand roaming till he cupped the slight bulge between his legs. Excited boy.

"You've got LOTS of pressure, poor boy. Lay down, let's take care of you~"

Kohga didn't wait, practically throwing Sooga onto the bed. He looked up at Kohga as he crawled onto him, being firm as he parted those big, pretty legs of his. Sooga's grip on the sheets was so desperate and needy, it was cute.

"W-wait, don't you want to record-"

"Not yet. First one is for me, and me alone. He gets to see you all nice and loose~"

He loved this big, stupid man, and his big, stupid body