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Febuwhump Day 25: Bound and Gagged

pairings: gen

summary: a story about y/n, Redbull’s new second driver, told in non-sequential order

a/n: I love febuwhump and have participated before for other fandoms but this is a first for me — attempting to compete it via smau only. Hopefully I can write a complete story eventually and I will be posting it on its own masterlist in the correct order to read but it’ll be written based on the febuwhump prompt list! @febuwhump

a/n2: based on the 2024 year; sorry checo but you got replaced earlier!

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Grab the Little One

Warnings: gun, gunshot, gunshot wound, blood, begging, gag, restraints, unconsciousness

Team Leader had to get Smallest Teammate to a safe place before they could confront Whumper and their goons. Whumper wanted Smallest Teammate and Team Leader couldn't let Whumper get them. They would protect Smallest Teammate at all cost.

They hadn't accounted for Whumper's team having night vision goggles. The first bullet ripped through their left shoulder while the other lodged itself in their gut. They didn't even have the breath to scream as they collapsed to the ground. They barely felt their blood beginning to pool around them.

Team Leader could hear Smallest Teammate begging them to get up. Begging them to breathe. Begging them to move. And begging Whumper's goons to leave them alone.

"Grab the little one," a voice said coldly.

"And the other?"

Team Leader knew they were the other. Knew they were the other and that they should be afraid. But all they cared about was Smallest Teammate. If their death saved Smallest Teammate, they would happily give their life.

"We don't need the other. You know what to do."

"Please! Please, don't hurt them! Please!" Smallest Teammate begged.

"Shut that one up first."

"Stop! STOP! I SAID ST--" Smallest Teammate's words were cut off suddenly. Team Leader knew that someone must have gagged Smallest Teammate from their angry breaths. Knew that Smallest Teammate had to be bound and gagged from the sounds of a struggle.

They had to get up. They had to help Smallest Teammate. They had to get Smallest Teammate out of there. With an agonizing cry, Team Leader tried to roll to their side, their world whiting out with pain. They blinked, trying to clear their vision, trying to fight from being dragged into oblivion.

Smallest Teammate's face was pinched with worry as they struggled between two people. Their arms were bound behind their back and a rough gag was stuffed in their mouth. But still they struggled. Team Leader had to get up.

The next time they tried to move, their world went completely white. They could not breathe through this pain. They could not fight through this pain. And as oblivion claimed them, they could only hope that the rest of the team would arrive in time to save Smallest Teammate. That was all that mattered.

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I see a song of past romance, I see the sacrifice of man

I see portrayals of betrayals, And a brothers dying breath

I see you on the brink of death, I see you draw your final breath

I see a man who gets to make it home alive

But it's no longer you.

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Febuwhump Day 25, In another Life [ALT Prompt]

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Side Note,

I haven't gotten to read the Skyward Sword manga yet so I'm not entirely sure how their relationship should be. But I thought that a sort of puppet dance would be cool for this prompt since well, this is another life we never get to see in the games!

Also, Epic the Musical has started to become a hyperfixation for me, the quote is from my 3rd favorite song! :D

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Febuwhump Day 25 Zaundads Week Day 6

Bound and Gagged/Role Reversal. This one is... Something, Guys. Have fun with it.

Well, this was new. Silco didn’t often wake tied down, didn’t often wake with a bit in his mouth, biting down on a rough rope gag. Hands tied to elbows, arms tied to waist. Legs and ankles bound. Not something he was used to waking up to. Alright. Where was he last? At the water’s edge. Where Vander had tried to drown him. He’d been planning. He needed to find a way to cut Singed out, the doctor was too volatile. And the river was always a good place to think. He had been at the river, planning his next moves, thinking on what was to be done.

Footsteps. Large, heavy footfalls, he would recognize those steps anywhere. Vander. He hadn’t seen Vander in years. Wasn’t sure he wanted to. He wasn’t sure he could. And yet, there was nowhere to run. There was nowhere to hide, and all he had to fight back was a small knife. Silco was helpless. And then blackness. Until now. He recognized this floor, slowly. The Last Drop, upstairs, manager’s office. Vander’s room. Once upon a time it had been their room, shared, and the blanket on the sofa was still his. He recognized the spines of some of the books. The things that hadn’t changed. “Mornin’, canary.” He heard Vander light his pipe, smelled the familiar tobacco. It used to bring a rush to his head, make him want to wrap Vander in a deep, unrelenting kiss. Now, he tried to turn, to see the man. Vander pushed him, so that Silco could see the man who had taken him here. Vander was huge, perched in a wooden chair, pipe perched between his lips. Steel grey eyes, once so warm, turned cold and harsh as they looked Silco over. Silco just stared. He wasn’t sure what to do. What he could do. “Probably wondering why I brought you all the way here, huh?” Vander mused. Reached down, to brush Silco’s hair away from his face. “Dragged you back home. Someone had to. Wanted my canary back where he belongs. Vander bent, to cradle his face, something feral, something dangerous in those eyes. And Silco feared him, not for the first time.

“Even if that means I gotta put my pretty bird in a cage.”

[alicewritingstories]

Febuwhump Day 25: Bound and gagged

Central characters: Sky and Warriors (Wild and Twilight are here too)

Warnings: restraints, mind control

Continuation of Day 11

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Sky took a breath of the cool, clean mountain air and let it out again, taking just a moment out of his patrol to enjoy something a little bit like home. He felt a moment's regret for the fact that, back in his own era, they were moving down to the Surface. It was for the best and the decision had been reinforced once he'd seen the beautiful realms his successors called home, but the air down there did sometimes feel thick and stifling. It was good to spend time in the cool, high mountains sometimes.

His reverie was interrupted by the sound of feet pounding on the stone behind him and he spun round, immediately on the alert, but relaxed as he heard Wild call his name.

But the relaxation was only for a moment as he registered the note of alarm in his brother's voice and the frantic pace of Wild's sprinting. He ran to meet him.

"Come quick," panted Wild, changing direction even as he skidded to a halt. "We need… Twi said… Master Sword would help…"

Sky had to hide a grin as he wondered which member of the Chain had been turned into a cute animal this time, but to ask would be to hint at Legend's secret, so he just nodded and ran after Wild.

Fortunately, it wasn't far; he was out of breath but not so badly he had to stop when Wild stopped at a corner in the mountain wall and beckoned to him.

But when he caught up and rounded the corner, he faltered to a halt, any amusement gone and only horror left in its place.

Twilight was just kneeling down, lowering Warriors to the ground. Warriors was thrashing against ropes that had been clumsily tied around his wrists and ankles, struggling to speak or shout through a handkerchief tied around his mouth.

Sky felt frozen in place, unable to even fully understand what he was seeing. If they'd rescued him, why not untie him? Had they done this? Why?

"Sky, come on!" cried Wild, breaking into his spinning, wordless thoughts.

Then Warriors opened his eyes and looked straight at Sky and another jolt of horror went through him as he saw that rather than their usual blue they were yellow, slit-pupiled, rimmed in an ugly, magenta-stained black like the pools of Malice that dotted Wild's Hyrule.

Sky dragged in a breath and hurried over to kneel beside the others. "What do you need?"

Warriors squirmed in his bonds, again trying to cry out, yellow eyes wide and frightened.

"The Master Sword might drive it out of him," said Twilight. "We don't quite know what… but it's the best idea we could think of."

"Otherwise Flora might be able to help," said Wild, "But she's miles away and her power's been fading and I don't know…"

Sky drew the Master Sword, trying to ignore the way Warriors' struggles intensified at the sight of it, the way Twilight and Wild had to move to hold him down, the bite marks he now noticed in Twilight's hand. He took a breath and touched the flat of the blade gently to the captain's cheek - the best place to bring it into contact with his skin.

For a moment nothing happened, then he felt a distant echo of a flare of the sword's ancient power. Warriors arched and shrieked into the gag, eyes screwing closed. Sky gritted his teeth, hoping this wasn't hurting him as much as it sounded like.

For a moment that stretched to an age, he felt the Malice and the Sword battling one another, then suddenly a wall gave way. Warriors relaxed with a sigh. Sky drew back, suddenly breathless.

For a moment they were still, waiting, hoping that it had been enough and their brother was safe.

And when Warriors opened his eyes they were blue.

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Day 25 || “Bound and Gagged”

“She’s here.” 

After five wrong turns, backtracking their steps more times than he could count, and splitting off from Tindra and Nyssa, Felix had begun to lose hope that they would find Reagan. Maddox had been leading him and Borislava through the labyrinth of winding halls and twisting passageways for what seemed like centuries now, the Medical unit more of a maze than anything else; with only the sound of resounding metal to accompany the three, Felix was more than ready to get out of here. At Maddox’s announcement, he couldn’t be more relieved. He was getting Reagan, and getting the hell out of Paradise. 

Maddox pointed to one of the far rooms, at the very end of the hall. “She’s in that one.” 

“And she’s not alone.” Borislava added. 

“What are they thinking about?” Felix asked, turning to Borislava, his brows creasing with worry. 

Borislava was quiet for a second, face solemn as she listened. “Reagan,” she said, voice low. “And you.” 

Her words hung in the air, haunting. The pit in the bottom of Felix’s stomach only seemed to grow in size, guilt twisting up painfully inside of him, his eyes going misty. He swallowed hard, forcing back the bubble of unwanted emotion. “Is it just Paisley in the room with her?” 

“It sounds like just them.” 

Felix bit the inside of his cheek, scratching against the inside of his thumb nervously. With no way to use his powers and two weak fighters, this wasn’t looking too hot for any of them. Fuck, this wasn’t good. “Can you distract Paisley while I get her out of here?”

“And how are you going to get her out of here?” 

It dawned on all of them at once that they’d sent their two fastest fighters off on their own. 

Shit. 

They had no way out of here.

“Maddox’ll have to go back and find Tindra and Nyssa.” Felix decided, forcing himself to push past it. They had no other options. “The two of us will have to, uh, deal with Paisley.” 

“We don’t have time for that.” Borislava cut in. “People are coming.” 

“Who?!” 

“Everyone from the mansion is here.” 

The colour drained from Felix’s face. They were completely, and absolutely, fucked. 

Before he could properly think about what he was doing, he was spinning on his heel, sprinting towards the door at the end of the hall, Maddox and Borislava right at his toes. 

Felix burst through the door, finding himself in a pitch-black room, the silence stifling. There were no lights, nor people. The room itself was practically empty, the only furniture being a safe, a closet, and a trunk, shrouded in shadows. 

Maddox turned to Felix, his eyes a more startling blue in the stark dark of the room. He glanced towards the closet, and then back, slowly raising two fingers. Felix nodded, an understanding passing through the two of them.

Keeping his movements near-silent, Felix crossed the short distance between himself and the closet, slowly pulling a knife out of his belt. The only sound to be heard was the faint scrape of his feet against the floor. 

Felix paused in front of the closet, anticipation almost tearing him to shreds. This was it. 

He pulled the door back, finding himself face to face with none other than his sister. Her face was smeared with dirt and grime, tears tracking down her cheeks, her hair wild and unruly, tangles falling in every direction. But most horrific of it all, was the thick rope stuffed in her mouth, gagging her. 

Her eyes were laced with fear as they locked with his. She screamed, her terror muffled by the gag. 

A hand brushed against his shoulder. Someone’s breath tickled against the exposed nape of his neck, hot against his skin:

“Hi Felix.”

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Febuwhump Day 25 - ALT In Another Life

Do you ever wonder if there are other ways your life could have gone? Do you ever think that maybe if you had been born in some more fantastical world, things would have gone better? But then you stop and think some more, and realize that in a world with wizards and dragons and demons, the latter would find its way to you, closer than you could imagine, and you would be forced to do the impossible.

Or maybe, if you had been a bit more adventurous, your life would have been more fun. But if you had gone exploring, you probably would just lose pieces of yourself along the way, until your life is just a patchwork attempt at home.

What if you weren’t human? What if you had something more powerful coursing through your veins? Certainly you would have a better shot at fighting back. But could you fight against yourself? When you inevitably become a monster?

Okay, what about if you were smaller, able to hide from the world, able to run from danger. You wouldn’t be able to run from your big heart, from the pain of those you care about. All those things would hurt you just the same.

But what if there was someone watching over you? Or something? But with your luck, those wouldn’t be benevolent eyes. You would just be stuck at the mercy of a world that didn’t care for your happiness, and you’d just be left with the guilt you had no choice in.

Maybe if you were the one in control. If you could hold power even over life and death. But what would you do, when you couldn’t save the one person you cared about? You would just lose yourself, giving everything, even your last piece of humanity, in desperation.

Because you know somewhere deep down, that no matter what world you ended up in, you would find some way to make your life a tragedy.

It’s in your nature.

A curse.

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Febwhump 2024 - Day 25 - CPR (Alt Prompt No.5)

[simpforchuchu]

Death Game

Prompts: DAY 25 - killing game @febuwhump Characters: Chuuya x reader Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs Summary: Y/n has to kill Chuuya to live

A/n for prompts: Hello guys! This is my first time trying a prompt challenge. I hope you like the short fics I wrote. I will finish them by writing some of the requests I have. I love you 💜

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of guns and death

“Come on y/n, don't you want to live?”

The young woman looked at the gun shaking in her hand and at her boyfriend who had surrendered for her. Tears were flowing from her eyes. Chuuya was smiling at her.

“It's okay baby, please, do it.”

Her boyfriend tried to encourage her whose hands were shaking, but this made the young woman cry even more.

Chuuya surrendered for y/n, while his enemies asked her to kill Chuuya in exchange for an antidote for the poison in y/n's blood. If she didn't take the antidote, she would die.

Y/n cried and shook her head and lowered the gun.

“I can't, I can't do this.”

“If you don't you'll die y/n!”

With the shout of the disgusting man in front of her, the young girl pointed the gun at him. Other guns were pointed at her too.

“I can't kill him, I can't kill him to live. I don’t care!”

When the young woman cried and screamed, her boyfriend also shouted

“Y/n! It’s okay! Look at me! It's okay baby, I want you to live. Please, do it!”

Y/n fell to her knees and cried, pointing the gun at her own head. The man who gave her the gun was watching them, grinning. Chuuya was screaming helplessly

“Y/n! No! Do not do it! Do not do it-!"

The entire building echoed with a loud gunshot. Chuuya was very afraid of the scene that would never go away before his eyes. The port mafia had arrived just in time. Before Y/n could pull the trigger, their friends had arrived. The young woman threw the gun in her hand to the ground, crying, and ran to her boyfriend.

Chuuya got up from the ground and hugged the woman running towards him. He hugged her so tightly that he was afraid he would break her bones. He stepped back and took the young woman's face between his hands.

“You scared me more than I've ever been scared in my life, y/n, but thank God you're okay. We're okay, baby."

Y/n nodded and hugged the young man tightly again. She would rather die than lose him...

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Febuwhump 2025

Day 25: bound and gagged

Fanart for the third chapter of my fic [coming soon, but this isn't a spoiler for that chapter really]

"Burning Buildings are not Romantic"

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TWD S11E04 | Rendition @febuwhump | Day25: Waterboarding

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keyleth/Vax'ildan (Critical Role) Characters: Vax'ildan (Critical Role), Keyleth (Critical Role) Additional Tags: Febuwhump 2025, Day 25, Alt Prompt: In Another Life, Episode: c03e121 A New Age Begins (Critical Role), Missing Scene Series: Part 25 of Febuwhump 2025 Summary:

After a week of travel… the Champion finally returns home. But so much has changed since then… — @febuwhump 2025 Day 25 (Alt 9: In Another Life)

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Here it is: the preamble to that long-awaited reunion.

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febuwhump day 25: bound and gagged

Flickering torchlight. The sensation of being followed. People leaping out from nowhere to tackle him and a bleary Jon to the ground, beating punches into their surprise until bruises blossom and then binding their hands with a thick, rough rope. Hm, no, Martin thinks bitterly. They're a new addition.

read on ao3! always bite the hand that loves me

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@febuwhump 2024, Day 25. Waterboarding

Art for @coyotehusk of his ocs Mica and Nancy!!

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Febuwhump Day 25: Waterboarding

CW: kidnapping, torture, restraints, drugs

AO3

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Link wasn't entirely sure how long it had been since he was kidnapped. It didn't help that he'd spent part of the time unconscious; he could still feel the lingering traces of the drug that had been jabbed into his arm by someone in the crowd at the marketplace.

One thing that was certain was that he was now standing against a post, bound too tightly to even shift position. Even his breathing was restricted. A cloth was tied between his teeth tightly enough that his cheeks ached and another was over his eyes.

Dully, he wondered who was holding him and what they wanted. It wasn't as if he was short of enemies, but most of them would have cut his throat already and been done with it. The fact that apparently he had been wanted alive was worrying. It meant that either they wanted to take their time killing him or they wanted something other than his life.

Neither was a comforting thought.

Then he heard something: the rattle of keys in a padlock, followed by the scrapes of a chain being unwrapped and a door rubbing a floor as it opened. He raised his head, trying to give a show of strength and defiance.

Nobody spoke, but he heard footsteps, something heavy being put down, some rustling and scraping, and then footsteps walking away again, followed by the door closing and being locked again.

He frowned, confused, straining his ears to try to hear any talk from outside or any hint of where he was. Everything was silent except that he caught a faint sound that he could believe was half-stifled breathing. He couldn't even be sure enough to seriously wonder if another prisoner had been brought in.

He squirmed as best he could in his bonds, trying to find an angle to rub the blindfold away from his eyes, but it was no good. He just had to continue to wait to find out what was happening: something he had never enjoyed or been good at.

After a while, he heard a faint noise. This time he was sure: it was a soft, gag-strangled voice moaning as the other prisoner recovered consciousness. He tried to make some sound through his own gag in response, but had no way of knowing if the other prisoner had heard him; he just faintly made out some small rustles and shuffles that he guessed was the sound of an unsuccessful struggle against ropes.

Before he could come up with any kind of plan to communicate with the other prisoner or find out more about who they were and their state, he heard the door unlocked again. Again, he raised his head and squared his shoulders as best he could. Footsteps approached and this time someone grabbed the blindfold and pulled it violently away from his eyes.

They were holding a torch near his face and he had to turn away, closing his eyes against the sudden bright light.

"Captain Link," said a voice.

He looked up slowly, blinking away the watering at the corners of his eyes. It was still hard to see, but he did his best to focus and to keep his head up.

A hand grabbed his chin and held his head still as someone untied the knotted cloth tied around his mouth and pulled it free. He took a quick, grateful breath, licking his dry lips to try to moisten them.

"I'm sure you're wondering what's going on. You'll be relieved to know you're not the one we want."

He tilted his head with a scowl, not making the effort to speak aloud. His eyes had grown sufficiently accustomed to the light that he could see the man speaking to him, not that it helped; he was wearing a mask and only his eyes were visible. Link noted that they were green, a few freckles were visible on the bridge of the man's nose, and he had a Castletown accent. Useful information if he got out of here alive.

"We're interested in the princess. Answer our questions and you'll be untied and released once we've finished our work and kept safe and comfortable in the meantime. Refuse and you won't."

Link met his eye squarely, his jaw set.

"I thought you might not be interested in cooperating. Whatever else anyone says about you, you're a brave man and you've always been happy to risk your skin for her. Well, how about the skin of your little cousin here?" The man stepped aside and pointed. Now Link saw the other prisoner: a young boy in a brightly-coloured quartered tunic, gagged and tied spread-eagled on a table. Another masked man had just removed his blindfold and he was blinking in Link's direction.

Link had never seen him before in his life. He didn't even have any cousins.

"Strangers' lives mean nothing to you, we all know that, but he and the rest of the family have been asking around town for you. I guess you don't do a good job of writing home."

Both accusations stung. Neither was worth engaging with right now.

The boy's eyes had focussed on Link's face. His expression showed none of the fear Link had expected. There was some resemblance, he supposed, though in the circumstances it was hard to tell. But the question of whether whoever had left him at an orphanage when he was a baby had had family that might have tracked him down could wait. First, he had to get himself and the boy out of here.

Link's gaze went back to the man speaking to him. He wished he had Proxi, but wishes were wasted. He was going to have to speak for himself and he licked his lips again, unsure what to do. The boy knew too much now; they wouldn't let him leave alive even if Link managed to persuade them he didn't know him and therefore by their own logic he didn't care what they might do to him.

He did, he always did, but what he cared about didn't matter much to anyone.

"Let's start with something easy, shall we?" said the man pleasantly. "The royal kitchens. Are there any special precautions around the princess' meals and those of her closest retainers such as General Impa?"

Link glared at him.

"Ah, I see." The man turned and nodded to his companions. Before Link could react, one of them pinched the boy's nose closed while another dipped a bucket of water out of a barrel beside the table and tipped it over the boy's head. The boy let out a cry, strangled to a squeal by the now-soaked gag, and bucked against the hand on his face and the ropes holding him to the table.

Link swallowed hard, imagining trying to breathe through a mouth filled with wet cloth. The man holding the boy's nose held it a moment longer, then released it, letting the boy gasp in a breath.

There wasn't much choice for Link; he couldn't betray Zelda, not to save himself, not to save a stranger, not to save someone who might be long-lost family.

"Nothing?" asked the kidnapper.

When Link still stayed silent, the man nodded at his companions again. Another bucket of water was thrown over the boy's face. This time the man standing over him didn't plug his nose and his gasps were punctuated by sneezes, muffled coughs, and the occasional involuntary whimper.

Link gritted his teeth and stayed silent.

The man asked more questions, visibly more and more frustrated. Link kept quiet, though the boy's muffled cries as he struggled to breathe properly tore at his heart. He had to do this. It wasn't even as if it was the first time he'd let an innocent suffer for the greater good.

Then, out of nowhere, the door was smashed open. Link's head snapped round and he gasped as a tattooed man in shining plate armor ran in. The kidnappers were just as shocked as he was, which gave the newcomer - newcomers, he realized; three other men ran in after the first - a chance to make it almost to where he stood before the kidnappers could even react.

"Legend, Hyrule!" the armored man shouted. "With me!"

The man who had been waterboarding the boy drew a knife, but a slight teenager in a red tunic closed the distance before he could even get out the threat to kill his prisoner. The man who had been questioning Link didn't even make a threat; he drew his knife and brought it to Link's throat.

Link took a quick final breath and mentally said farewell to Zelda and his other friends.

Then a sword flashed past his face. The kidnapper reeled back with a cry, clutching at his hand. A young man in a white cloak stepped in front of Link, sword still raised protectively.

"Are you all right?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder.

Link let out the breath he'd taken and nodded. He couldn't see past the man in the cloak, but he heard the clash of swords, shouts, and then coughing and someone saying, "OK, Four. Just keep breathing."

The man in the cloak relaxed and sheathed his sword, then stepped over beside Link to start cutting his bonds.

"You're Link?" he asked quietly with a small, comforting smile.

Link nodded. "The traitors?" he managed.

"Dead."

"Are you hurt?" asked the armored man, looking over from where the two teenagers were supporting the boy - Four. Now there was more time to look at them all, Link noticed that one of his eyes was closed, the lid marred with a long scar. He instinctively ranked him as a captain, though he wasn't wearing any uniform Link recognised.

He could once again see some resemblance between them and him. They had come for Four, so this must be the group his kidnappers had talked about.

He could see why they had thought this was his family.

Then he was distracted as the blood finally started to return to his cramped, numb limbs. As soon as he was no longer supported by the ropes, Link collapsed forward. The captain lunged forward to catch him and held him up as the one with the cloak kept working on the ropes.

"Are you hurt?" he asked again.

Link shook his head. "The boy - Four - is he all right?" he asked quietly.

The captain looked Link up and down and, to his surprise, he smiled. "Legend? Hyrule?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder.

"I'm fine," said Four in a surprisingly low-pitched, steady voice, accompanied by relieved-sounding chuckles from the two teens. Then he coughed again.

Link had expected anger at what he had allowed to happen to Four. He'd expected to find that he'd burned the bridge with his maybe-family before it had even been built.

"You must be Captain Link," the captain said as he gently lowered Link to sit against the post, a hand still on his shoulder to steady him.

Link nodded.

"My name is also Link, but you can call me Time. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. These are Sky" - He pointed to the man in the cloak - "Legend" - the teen in the red tunic - "Hyrule" - the other teen, this one dressed in humble green and brown - "you've, well… you've seen Four" - Four waved with one rope-burned hand, covering more coughs with the other - "and Wind is keeping watch."

Link looked up at them all, still confused. "Who are you?" He asked. It was a start on the questions he really wanted to ask.

Time sighed. "That's a long story," he said. "And it's best told somewhere other than here."

Link forced an approximation of his usual bright, confident smile and at last the words came easily. "Well, then, when I can walk again you should come with me. Four should see a medic and I'm sure her highness would like to meet you."

Time nodded briskly, his own smile relaxing, and squeezed Link's shoulder. "In the meantime, you concentrate on recovering. You're safe with us."

And as the blood flowed painfully back into Link's swollen hands and feet, he believed him.

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what's left?

Fandom: Animator vs Animation

Tags: character death

Summary: During the fight after Chosen returns from the PC, Dark kills her. It's what she was built for, what the code constantly pounding in her head wanted, and it's what Chosen deserved after betraying her.

So shouldn't she be… happier?

Day 25: alternate prompt, major character death

@febuwhump