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skyward-floored · 3 months ago

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Whumptober Day 16 - Swamp, “No, I can’t feel anything.”

It’s another Hyrule-focused fic! Because despite my planning there ended up being a lot of him in a row (or at least close together). oopsie. Hopefully you all don't mind lol.

Warnings: blood, injury, loss of a limb, slightly graphic description of fixing an injury

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Hyrule didn’t like swamps too much. Messy, boggy, damp and hard to traverse, he didn’t mind going through them on occasion, but they were hard to deal with. Especially if you were fighting a swarm of infected monsters in one.

Which they were, currently.

The ground was soupy and wet under Hyrule’s feet, his boots making disgusting noises as he dodged and fought the beasts. Time and Twilight were somewhere near him, and they all struggled through the slop, twisting away from blows and slicing at beasts.

The swamp wasn’t on their side though, and Hyrule suddenly heard a large squelch. He turned to see Time’s foot sinking into a pit of mud down to his knee and throwing him wildly off-balance. The strange doglike knight he was fighting bared its teeth, and lunged forward, sword held high.

And Hyrule watched as if in slow-motion as the blade went clean through Time’s wrist.

Time’s scream rang out across the swamp, muffled only slightly by the moss, and Hyrule bolted, Twilight in his peripheral running even faster. Miraculously neither of them tripped, and as Twilight threw himself at the monster, Hyrule slid to the ground next to where Time had gotten free of the mud and dropped to his knees, face white as he clutched at the bloody stump at his wrist.

“I can fix this,” Hyrule quickly reassured, snatching Time’s currently-remaining hand in his. “It’s okay, I can fix it. Hold on.”

Oh goddesses I hope I can fix it.

Time took him literally, squeezing Hyrule’s hand in a death-grip, and Hyrule quickly squeezed back.

“Hold him,” Hyrule directed at Twilight, who had already killed the monster and was now fluttering his hands over Time, his eyes wide and terrified. “I can fix it but he needs to hold still.”

“I won’t...” Time gasped, tears of pain slipping down his cheek, “I’ll do my best... w-won’t move, do... do what you need.”

“This will hurt,” Hyrule warned, and Time choked out a laugh.

“It can’t be... be worse than this.”

Hyrule nodded, and before he could think about it too hard, quickly plucked Time’s severed, muddy hand off of the ground. Warriors was at his side in an instant, and snatched some alcohol out of his bag, pouring it on the end of the hand before grabbing Time’s arm and doing the same to it.

Time couldn’t bite back his scream, and Twilight held tightly to his arms, his face white.

“What do you need from me?” Warriors asked, and Hyrule swallowed.

“Help me hold things still. His hand, his wrist, anything. It’ll take me a minute to connect everything and I won’t be able to focus on that and keeping him still.”

“Got it. Ready?” Warriors asked him shortly, and Hyrule nodded, giving Time’s good hand one last squeeze before releasing it and lighting up his hands.

“Ready.”

He held the severed hand, and while Twilight and Warriors held Time still, Hyrule lined up and pushed the two pieces together.

He began pouring magic into the wound, and Time cried out, jerking in Twilight’s hold.

“Hold him,” Hyrule said through gritted teeth, and Twilight and Warriors tightened their grips, Time’s head tossing with wild-eyed pain.

Hyrule focused on the wrist, connecting tendons that had been torn, healing muscle and the pathways of blood, slowly, agonizingly connecting every complicated piece. Time shook and thrashed through all of it, lost in his pain, and Hyrule just kept pushing magic in, healing every line and vessel and torn part he could find.

It was times like these he wished he had a picture of what he was looking at, a diagram of what he was trying to fix. He knew well enough what a wrist looked like, but on the inside? Connecting one to an arm? Not easy.

Especially since he’d never done this before.

Time cried out again as Hyrule set in on the bone, Hyrule briefly thankful that the cut had been so clean. It would make his job even harder if the lines had been at all jagged. Time thrashed even more wildly against the searing pain, and soon enough Sky and Wind both came over to help hold him down as well.

Hyrule distantly noticed Time’s elbow go out and nearly hit Sky in the nose, and the heroes all held him even tighter, faces pale and worried.

“Are you almost done?” Warriors asked, voice strained from keeping Time’s arm straight.

“I think,” Hyrule bit out, too focused to elaborate.

He was starting to feel dizzy, adrenaline and magic drain all sucking him dry, but he couldn’t stop now. He still had a few layers of skin to connect, still had a vein to properly heal, had to make sure the blood was flowing and the muscle—

Time’s leg caught him in the ribs, and Hyrule went flying backwards into the mud, cries of alarm ringing out. Hyrule reeled from the crack of pain in his side and the snap of his spell being interrupted, and someone grabbed his arm, stopping him from landing in the mud.

“Hyrule are you okay?!”

Hyrule shoved past whoever it was and lunged for Time’s bloody wrist, snatching it back as he lit his hands up again. He plunged back in with his magic, ignoring the sear of pain in his ribs and the scream from Time, and shoved in all the magic he had left.

Blue light flashed through the clearing, and Time’s thrashing finally stilled.

Hyrule leaned back, gulping in air as he released Time’s wrist, hands coated in blood. Someone caught his shoulder when he abruptly listed to the side, and he blinked rapidly as his vision swum, looking up at Sky. The older hero gave him a worried look.

“Did... his wrist...” Hyrule slurred, and Sky looked back at where Time lay.

“It’s attached,” he reported, a little nauseous-sounding. “There’s a lot of blood... I can’t see it very well but I think you fixed it, Rulie.”

Hyrule relaxed backwards, relief sweeping over him. He did it.

Sky eased him down, and he winced, ribs aching harshly. It felt like Time’s kick might have cracked a rib. Legend came over with two potions in hand, green and red, and Hyrule took the green one first, relieved at the way the pounding in his head eased and the fuzzy exhaustion in his limbs ebbed a bit as he drank.

He sat up as he finished the green, and chugged half the red all in one go as he stood up, only stumbling a little on the muddy ground. Legend started to say something about resting, but Hyrule ignored it, pressing the bottles into his hands and hurrying back over to where Twilight and Warriors were helping Time sit up.

Time’s face was pale as a ghost, his markings stark against his skin. Blood soaked most of his arm, bits of it splashed on his armor and tunic, and Warriors was wiping the blood away from his wrist as Hyrule approached. Time’s eye shot to Hyrule’s face, his expression guilty.

“Traveler I’m so sorry—”

“It’s okay,” Hyrule cut him off, tapping his chest where he’d been kicked. “No harm done. I should’ve expected you’d fight it more. How’s your hand?”

“I was about to ask the same. Let’s see you move it,” Warriors said, done with cleaning. Hyrule could see a pale line across Time’s wrist, barely noticeable, but there anyways. His hand hung limp, but Hyrule wouldn’t expect it to be perfect immediately.

Time closed his eye with a nod, and Hyrule watched his hand intently, waiting for any movement. A few long seconds went by without so much as a twitch, and Time reopened his good eye, looking pained.

“I can’t feel it,” Time said quietly, and Hyrule’s heart sank.

“You’re sure?” Twilight asked nearby, and Time nodded, his face creasing with effort.

His hand didn’t move.

Failure hit Hyrule like a solid weight, his eyes fixed sharply on Time’s limp hand. He couldn’t move it. Hyrule hadn’t been able to fix it. He’d promised he would, it was Time’s sword hand, he wouldn’t be able to fight, do anything two handed, combat would be impossible not to mention any number of other things—

“Traveler, stop,” Time said quietly, exhausted eyes meeting his. “You did all that you could, and I’m grateful for that.”

“But it wasn’t enough,” Hyrule whispered, still staring. “I couldn’t—”

“I’m the one who interrupted your spell,” Time said, resting his good hand over Hyrule’s. “If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine.”

“I said I could fix it,” Hyrule choked out, and Time gave him a gentle look.

“Link, you did all you could. It may just take some time for everything to settle. I’m willing to wait,” he said gently, and Hyrule took his bad hand in his, calling up his magic again. “Hyrule...”

“Just let me try,” Hyrule begged, but Time shook his head.

“You’ve already exhausted yourself today, don’t keep pushing just for me,” he said firmly.

“We can give him a potion, or try for a fairy, see if that does it,” Twilight added, and Hyrule grit his teeth.

“I need to check and make sure I did everything properly and see if I can fix it if there’s a problem, it’ll only take a minute,” he snapped. Warriors and Twilight exchanged looks, pulling back a little at Hyrule’s sharp words, and Time looked at his hand, still reddish and muddy in places.

He sighed.

“Okay. But don’t push yourself,” he said, face still pale, and Hyrule nodded.

He was hiding it well, but Time looked scared, for what might happen if Hyrule couldn’t fix it, if he couldn’t ever properly move his hand again. Hyrule was determined to banish that fear, get rid of the defeated look on Warriors’ face, the tense one on Twilight’s.

He wasn’t giving up. He wouldn’t give up. No matter what.

Time was going to be able to use his hand again.

Hyrule breathed in, stirring his magic up again. Calling on his life spell again after using it so intensely only a few minutes ago made him feel weary all over again, but Hyrule drew it up anyway, making his hands light up as he held Time’s wrist.

He exhaled as he let it sink in, and focused on all of the intricate pieces inside, making sure the bone was healed, the tendons, flesh...

Something struck him as being wrong, and Hyrule frowned, pushing deeper. He didn’t know what it was, but something was off, he could feel it, something that didn’t get connected right, that got snapped when he was kicked away...

Hyrule gently pushed out with his magic, pulling at the disconnected pieces, and guided them together, distantly feeling his hands shake. He was pushing too hard, but he was so close now, he could feel it—

His vision narrowed and he abruptly tilted forward, but several hands grabbed him, yelling words that rattled wildly around in his head. Hyrule dizzily shook his head as his spell faded away, and his vision focused in on Warriors standing in front of him, his mouth moving as he doubtlessly lectured him.

But Hyrule was only focused on one thing.

He twisted around, and saw Time looking down at him, a smile that was a mix of relieved and exasperated on his face.

Hyrule gave him a hopeful look, and Time raised his bad hand, then slowly, stiffly, curled his fingers in.

Hyrule gave him an exhausted grin, and Time gave his shoulder a squeeze with his good hand. He didn’t say anything, but the look on Time’s face was better than any reassurance he could have given.

Hyrule smiled at him one last time, then let himself fall back into his exhaustion, to the sound of several of the others’ exasperated yelling.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu hyrule #lu time #whumptober #whumptober 2024 #fic #no.16 #swamp #tw limb loss #but he gets it back its fine #tw blood #writing from the floor #i almost wrote a swamp link fic but i couldn't figure out how to do it...#but this turned out nice too

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polarized-here · 2 years ago

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It had been a day since the freshly grieving Vegan and BP offered their Headquarters as a sort of shelter for Shooter, Brutux, and Sheriff. Vegan doesn’t remember where the sudden hospitality came from, she just guessed it was from the hope that if they had others along for the ride, she and BP would be less likely to do absurd things. A weak wish on her part now seeing the states each of the three had been in.

Brutux had more or less, had the advantage of his age on his side. He was old enough to have been able to grieve from his mistakes and learn from prior recklessness. He had been the most adjusted in the trio. Compared to Sheriff and Shooter who had been shaking and trembling, wet animals in a downpour almost. He was the second tallest.

Shooter’s lower lip would constantly tremble and his dominant hand would occasionally glide over his barrel gun as a sort of reminder it was there. He would become more frightened and skittish whenever a weapon was held near him, or anything sharp. His eyes would glance at every possible escape the room he was in would have. He would rather run away in a fight, dignity unneeded to Shooter if he survived. Out of the three, he was the tallest, just from how frail and prone to running he had been.

Sheriff on the other hand was the shortest, and most likely the youngest, missing an arm, and based on the lump he had for a right arm it was an uneven cut. But like a parallel to Shooter, he was vicious, practically always ready to strike, and would always hold out his one arm in front of Shooter whenever BP, Vegan herself, or Brutux, strangely enough, got too close to the anxious Shooter.

His face would contort to a false snarl, Vegan swore she saw that look on herself when she was younger, being the only one to take care of BP. So she respected the wishes of Sheriff and stayed away from Shooter.

Until now, when he had come up to her, continuously swallowing in anxiety, asking her if they could’ve spoken in private. On the outside, they fled, away from the noise, with the sky turning into shades of purple and blue. He had asked her not to call him a thief, to never call him that ever again. So she had been curious, it wasn’t in her own right to know, but she felt connected Sheriff in some aspect.

“Why? I won't do it, I see you got your hands full with Shooter, but still, interest is peaked.”

He looks around, spotting no one he clenches tightly onto his left suspender. “My brother wasn’t always a nice person. I loved him so much, embarrassingly so. I’d follow him around everywhere, but he’d never have the patience to deal with me and my constant needs.” He pauses, thinking of something, looking around once more. “He had gotten angry at me whining for food after days of no eating. I had eaten all of my rations at that point, and we’d been shaking from the cold nights, or burning in the hot sun. So he yelled at me, and left. All from me trying to take some of his own rations. We had been in an open field at that moment in time.”

Vegan makes a face and he looks away, letting go of his suspender to grasp at his arm stub. “He told me to stay there, no matter what as he cooled down, somewhere in some shaded area, probably a building, while I stood in the sun, the boiling hot sun.” He makes another face at her clear confusion, “So I did that, I did it for hours, just waiting for him to grab me by the wrist, literally or metaphorically. It was often literal. And so I waited, for hours, and hours. I almost slept, but I had wanted to be awake when he came over. So I didn’t sleep.”

Vegan knows she should say something, and tell him to stop, but he kept going. “He called me a thief, as I sat down on the hot sand of the ground and thought about what I had done. Despite the growls of my stomach, I sat there. That was until a group of zombies found me, sitting alone and tired, and I was going to let it happen, until Ryan shot them down, saving me in the process. But with the gunfire, we had attracted more zombies, and with every zombie killed, two more would show up in its place. We were swarmed. So he had done what any older sibling would’ve done. And he got through as many as he could, keeping me safe. Not caring about the obvious bite marks he had on him at that point. Just as long as I got out safe.”

Vegan feels ill, all Sheriff does is wipe the tears from his eyes and look down as he continues telling the story. “The last thing he was able to conceivably say to my face was ‘thief.’ All other attempts had been futile as he was just one of the unlucky people to have been more at risk for the virus. I had waited before killing him Vegan.”

He looks back up at her, wiping his tears, “I was wrong then, because he bit me before going down, as some sort of curse or joke from the universe, he had dragged me down with him.”

“Sheriff...” She says softly because she knows where this is going.

“I saw an opportunity and took it when I spotted the axe in the small building we had been staying in. I was far too lucky that day, trying to use your non-dominant hand for cutting stuff never does make the cuts clean and easy. I do realize now though it hadn’t been sharpened in a while. It had been dull, and couldn’t cut or tear into flesh well. And it was an axe, not really a butcher’s preferred choice for cutting.” He smiles a small bit, looking down at the ‘jokes’ he had been making.

Vegan is starting to think he’s deranged, and based on how terrifying that had been, just hearing it from an outsider’s perspective, she doesn’t want to even think about how it was for Sheriff, who had been… nine at that time. He leaves shortly after that, waving his one arm, mentioning the fact always was there for advice or if she herself needed to vent.

She had merely vomited her guts out in some corner of the outside and just hurled, and hurled, even if it was more bile than anything else. Her throat would burn, aching for days after that one interaction.

Haha so uhh,,, the thought of like- a zombie apocalypse AU has been one that haunts my mind every now and again. So take my thoughts ig??

So. So first up, we've got Sheriff, since in canon he's bitten by a mutant and slowly but surely mutating I kinda went: well I wanna keep that (getting bitten) but obviously I can't have 'em turn into a zombie (since he's a MC & theres no cure). SO! What I came up with is this: He gets bitten on the arm, yes. But since the process of turning into a zombie is slow-ish, He has the time to hide somewhere and do a very shoddy amputation job with an axe. Course it hurts like hell but since his arm is already dying it doesn't hurt *as much* y'know??? It also stops the process of turning so he's all g now (aside loosing an arm.) he may get a prosthetic at some point idk,, maybe thats why he's in debt w/ Brutux in this AU.

Ryan,, uh well he's dead for good. And to make it worse, Sheriff is the one to put him out of his misery :33

Next up on the chopping block we got Dr. White, since in canon, he's first introduced as a mutant (before getting cured) but lik,, there's no cure in this world. So uh yeah. He's a zombie. And he dies for good also. (His kids totally aren't the ones to kill him. No sir) The guy attempted to create some kinda cure using zombies and one of 'em broke out and bit him. By the next morning he was pretty much turned and forced his kids someone to put him outta his misery.

The main group is just built on distrust and the want for protection. Sheriff and Shooter meet after Shooter breaks into a small-ish town of survivors with intentions of stealing. He gets caught and the townspeople demand he get executed or somethn. Sheriff saves him from that fate and the two run off to god knows where.

They end up seeking shelter from Brutux, and while they both have debts with him he's willing to let them camp out for the night. Su & BP get introduced because they rob Brutux's place of supplies (namely guns and food) Brutux drags the other two along to catch 'em (Because they have debt w/ him and gotta pay it off somehow))

The trio catch the siblings and they offer the HQ as a base of sorts. And since it's a lil more secure than wherever Brutux is hanging out; they agree.

Idrk what they do after this point so use your imagination.

I think thats all I've got for now,, idk, may expand if it plagues my mind for longer (someone hold me down and restrain me, I should not be allowed to continue making up random AU's. It's an issue.)

#mutant busters #mutant busters sheriff #mutant busters au #tw vomit #tw loss of limbs #implications of self harm?#It's the zombie apocalypse au #so I'd expect these but uh #tw death #ryan and Sheriff aren't brother goals in this sorry I know im evil #art #Apologies if it’s rough. I was fighting sleep and I didn’t rlly proofread it ngl #Mutant Busters ZA! Au

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