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shady-scripter · 1 year ago

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Whumptober Day11(oopsie🥲)

(Captivity)

Three days later is actually crazzzy

Also, shout of to @skyloftian-nutcase because they made that fanfic when Warriors challenges Fierce to a drinking contest and because their content is top tier in general and I could never write like them

It was blurry here. It was dark here. It was quiet here too. No, someone was talking, but it was muffled. Not for long.

“Is he alive?”

“I don’t know. He’s all beaten…and bruised. Poor boy…”

He moved his arms to brace his body, but he couldn’t hold himself up. He heard frantic small, desperate tweets from near his head. At least his companion wasn’t hurt.

Ravio coughed and tasted the bitterness of his own blood. He tried to fight back. He tried to resist, but he failed. Of course he did.

He raised himself and soon felt arms around his torso. He sucked in a breath at the pain he felt.

“It’s alright, hon. I got you,” her voice was soft like clay on a rainy day. He could see the red of her hair and the gentleness in her eyes. “We were all thrown in here. Let’s get you settled, yeah?”

He couldn’t help the question that came out of his mouth, “Who are you…?”

“My name is Malon,” the lady who was holding him said.

“It’s Niko,” a short guy gave him a two finger salute.

Another red head waved. He was hunched in the corner, his limbs also bruised and his glasses cracked. “Shad.”

Ravio saw bruises and cuts on everyone in this cell. No one had gone willingly.

Ravio was sitting on his knees now and was actually able to look around. Still unconscious on the other side of the cell, was a big bird. A very big bird. Ravio pointed to it. “What…?”

“His name is Tulin,” A fairly burly guy said. His hair was also a very deep red. Tulin’s head rested on his thigh. “I’m Groose.”

Everyone stared at him for a while before Malon spoke. “What’s your name?”

Ravio fell out of his daze. “Oh! Ravio.” Malon nodded.

“So, do we all know why we're here, or do I have to explain?” Malon looked around at everyone.

“Please explain,” Ravio wheezed.

“Well, I’ll use myself as an example.” Malon stood up. “I’m married to the Hero of Time. From what Shad tells me, he’s also close to the hero of his time. And, of course, the boys are off on some journey to kill some shadow thing.”

“So they captured us to use us as bait.” Groose finished with a scoff. “Typical.”

Niko paced back and forth. “How’s it going Shad?”

“Not good. If I count in the surveillance that we’ve seen and the strength in which our enemies have, everything is going to have to go flawlessly in order for us to get out of here. No hiccups, no setbacks.”

“Plus, there’s only six of us and there’s nine of them…?” Ravio added.

Malon snapped and pointed at Ravio. “You’re right. We can’t leave until everyone they want is here.”

Groose and Niko nodded. “That also means more arm power and-“

The cell grew silent when the distant sounds of grunting and annoyed moans echoed through the hall.

“Don’t waste your strength,” a deep voice said.

The higher voice must’ve dismissed the other voice's words. The higher voice echoed with the sound of struggle.

Inevitably, the voices gained a face to Ravio. The calmer, deeper voice was one of an old man. He was bulky, as if he’d worked in a coal mine his whole life. The second, higher voice was one of a woman. Her red eyes were piercing all of the eyes that she met.

After they reached the cell bars, they threw the woman at the metal bars. They did this twice. Ravio winced along with everyone else. Though, the woman was still conscious. However, with how she stumbled on her feet, it was obvious she wouldn’t be conscious for long.

The moblins opened the door and threw the woman in. Malon caught her before she could hit the ground. They only shoved the older man in.

They slammed the cell door shut. Groose let out a breath. Then, another figure stepped up to the bars. “Hello.” His skin was black. His tunic too, and his cap. Though, his eyes were red. Ravio heard Malon scoff.

“What do you want?” Why was she asking a question that she already knew the answer to?

“Well, capturing all of you was far easier than I thought it to be. I hope your stay has been fun.”

“It’s been far too welcoming, thank you.” Shad huffed.

A monster came around the corner with a chair, some paper, and a pen. The Shadow sat in his chair and began to write. He tapped his pen on his chin.

“What should I put? Hello heroes? No…” Shadow hummed. “Ah! Dearest fiends!” He wrote it down.

Eyes met each other inside the cell. Soon enough, Malon spoke. “Ransom note, huh?”

“Glad you’re smarter than you look, horse girl.”

Malon looked over to Shad. He shook his head. He wanted this plan to be able to get everyone out of here alive. That wouldn’t happen if Tulin was still unconscious, the woman was on the brink of unconsciousness, and he didn’t know what assets the others had. He needed more time with everyone.

But knowing their Links, they knew they would rush head first into danger if someone they loved could be hurt or worse.

The Shadow sat there, writing his ransom note. They were running out of time. The boys would pose a suicide mission, some were sure of it. Soon enough, the Shadow left them be, finally satisfied with his letter to the nine tired heroes.

Niko sat beside Shad’s side, reviewing and helping create a plan for escape. Tulin had awoken maybe an hour ago. The woman, Impa, also became fully conscious, and the old man, Smith, began to scrape big stones on the ground, hoping to make weapons out of them. Groose helped him out. Ravio sat near the giant bird in silence. Part of him was nervous, the other part was very nervous. Ravio let the real adults do stuff, Tulin became restless after being told three times to sit and let himself rest.

“Ravio!” His eyes met Niko’s. Ravio crawled over to Niko and Shad’s side.

“Yeah?”

“When you were brought here, did you see anything like a lever or a trapdoor?” Niko asked him.

Ravio didn’t even think that he was conscious when he was brought here…

“I think that I did,” Smith’s voice startled Ravio. “Two corridors down, on the right. Looked like a trapdoor.”

“That’s what I said!” Niko turned back to Shad. “That’s a possible escape route.” Shad nodded and scratched at the stone floor with a rock. Looking closer, they were making a map. “It’s right here. Right Smith?”

Smith’s eyes removed itself from his own scraping to look at the embedded map. He stared for a second, contemplating the placement of Niko’s finger, and then nodded.

Niko nodded to Shad. “It looks like a cellar entrance if you ask me.” Shad hummed.

“However, we should not make haste to rely upon this route. We are blind to what it truly leads to,” Shad said, tapping his rock on the cut he made for that trapdoor.

Looking around, everyone was busy now. Tulin was making sure that his wings, and therefore mobility, were sharp. Groose and Smith were down to the last two rocks that could be turned into knives. Malon and Impa were having some sort of conversation in a farther corner. Ravio was…he was lost. The others had found a place here so quickly and yet, Ravio was lost.

“There!” Shad suddenly shouted. Everyone scrambled to that side of the cell. Shad laid out the plan with Niko’s help. They said ways and paths that were the exact opposite of the way Shad’s finger was going. Ravio’s head was buzzing.

When they were finally gone and everyone agreed that this plan was great, Ravio finally asked, “Why were you doing that thing with your finger?”

Impa leaned into his ear, “That thing left something here after his little letter. It might be a camera.”

Ravio didn’t know what a camera was, but he kept his mouth shut.

“All right,” Malon smiled and so did Ravio. “Everyone, get some rest. We’ll need it for tomorrow. We leave after breakfast.”

Sleeping was nearly impossible for Ravio. New people, stone floors, small pebbles poking at his side, this entire day has only gotten worse and worse.

First, he gets scammed, then his scammer beats him up half to death, now, he’s here. He’s rotting away in the prison cell and his hero can’t save him…

“Psst!” It came from his left side. “Ravio, right?” It whispered.

Ravio kept his eyes shut, hoping whoever it was would leave him alone.

“I know that you’re awake! Your little bird keeps poking me! Tell it to stop!” It sounded like a child. Well, Tulin was a child. Children also tended to shake people awake.

“What?!” Ravio squeaked. It was supposed to be intimidating, but Tulin laughed.

“Listen dude, I’ve fought a dragon before. Just tell the small guy to leave me alone!” Tulin whispered.

Ravio pushed his companion away from Tulin. However, Sheerow bounced back to Tulin. They both groaned. Sheerow chirped as if trying to mimic their sighs. Ravio picked up Sheerow, holding them close to him.

“He’s just a…bigger little guy, okay?” He spoke to his bird.

“I never understood why Hylians had pet birds. Link said that he once had a crow friend…” Tulin looked off to the side, a sad look on his face.

“Are you alright?” Ravio found himself asking the boy.

“Kinda. Kinda not. You know, with being beaten and kidnapped and stuff.”

“Yeah. That part sucked.”

The two giggled.

“Yeah,” Tulin said. “What’s your Link like? I call my Link, Uncle Link.” Ravio’s eyebrow raised. “He’s my dad’s friend. He’s not my blood…I think. But he’s taught me so much! He used to come to the flight range just so I could watch him shoot arrows! Master Ravali sounds cool and stuff, but Uncle Link is just…better, I guess, to me.”

Ravio tapped on his chin. “Well, me and my Link met during one of his adventures. I’d love to call him my friend and, I’m sure, somewhere in there, he thinks the same for me. Even if he comes off a little…snarky, he can be sweet. I’ve seen him while he’s on his sweet side…” Ravio giggled. “He’s also an idiot.”

The two heard a series of laughter around the cell. It seems that they had eavesdroppers.

“My Link decided to challenge a god

to a drinking contest. He’s the worst,” Impa said.

“The guy’s a sarcastic ass too!” Groose added. “Nice hair,” Nice hat, Green Boy!” More laughs echoed through the cell.

“My Link likes to scream at full moons sometimes. He says that it’s “part of his heritage”; it's certainly ridiculous!” Shad laughed.

“When Link was smaller than he is now, he used to stare into my forge’s fire. Once day, he tried to touch it! That boy truly is something!” Smith’s laughed sounded similar to one you would like Santa Claus had.

Soon, the talking stopped and everyone went to sleep, ready to see their Links the next day.

#the shady lad writes #linked universe #linkeduniverse #three days later really is crazy #(:#albw ravio #oot malon #tp shad #ss groose #totk tulin #ww niko #hw impa #mc smith #because they deserve more recognition for dealing the the boys’ shit

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arecaceae175 · 4 months ago

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Hi hello do you think that sksw Link would wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night after his journey panicking because he thinks he's wasting time and Zelda's in danger, only to find her and Groose at his side immediately, soothing him and letting him cry once he knows everyone's safe and it's all okay and over?

I like the thought of the three of them getting closer and bonding over the events of sksw, eventually becoming a poly relationship or the like. Being a support system for eachother and always offering hugs if they're needed.

YesyeysyeysyeyysyeysyYEYSYEYSYEYSYEYSYEYDYYEYSYEYSYEYSYEYS I like the way you think anon. Have a small thing

Link shot upright, gasping for breath. He whipped his head around, hands frantically searching for his sword. He was too late, Ghirahim was going to find Zelda and hurt her and kill her and Link was too late.

“Link!”

The works spun as a wave of dizziness crashed over Link. He choked on a sob as he fell backwards onto the bed-

The bed?

“Link, hey, come back. You’re safe.”

A hand touched his knee. Link flinched violently, his head banging against the headboard as he scrambled backwards.

“Oh, ouch.”

“Link, listen to my voice.”

“Zelda?” Link put all his energy into focusing his eyes on the golden hair framing her face. She was here, and she was alive.

“It’s me, I’m here. Groose is here too. You’re safe. We’re all safe,” Zelda said.

Another sob broke through and Link crumpled in on himself. Above him, Zelda tsked, then the mattress dipped as she moved.

“Can we touch you, love?” Zelda asked.

Link nodded through his tears and reached one hand towards her. She grasped his hand and held it to her chest, right over her heartbeat. Link let the beating ground him in the moment, where they were all here and safe.

Strong arms wrapped around his back. Link snuggled into the embrace and put his other hand on Groose’s arm against his chest.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Groose asked. His voice rumbled against Link’s back.

Link shook his head even as he opened his mouth to speak. “Too late. I thou-“ His voice broke. “I thought I was too late to save you.”

“Oh, Link.” Zelda wiggled underneath Groose’s arms until she was flush against Link’s side.

“I’m here. I’m safe. We’re okay.”

#THEMMMMMMMM #the polycule ever actually #skyward sword #ss link #ss groose #ss zelda #ss groozelink #GrooZeLink #ace writes #ace’s asks

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