zelda oneshot || a concession stand (WAL sidefic);
title: A Concession Stand
pairing: Sheik X Link
rating: Uhm, I'd say PG-16.
genre: AU / semi-romantic-ish
summary: Another night, another sweep of moonlight; Raven gets blind drunk with a transvestite while Sheik and Link stumble through barriers of the heart in a drugstore. [What After Love sidefic]
author's note: for spirits_shadows, who came up with the TRANNY IDEA ROFL), and tupelo_thief, who is my London gentleman.
Barricades and shotguns: the night was like a veil and it cast its violent colors through lights and windows. Sheik, Link, and Raven were stumbling up some arbitrary avenue, wondering for a way to go- what event awaited tonight, what flames and stars could be salvaged from the sidewalk.
"The Hell is wrong with you two?" Raven balked, looking toward Sheik and Link- laughing mercilessly, in the throws of some joke at Raven’s expense. Raven lit a cigarette and shook his head. "You been hangin’ around that criminal too much, Sister Link- I feel like I gotta go to temple just bein’ ’round you."
"Raven, if you walked into temple, I think you would burst into flame," Link grinned; picked up a stick and clattered it against a schoolyard fence.
"Hardy-har. Well, if I’d bust into flame, this one’d fuckin’ evaporate," Raven answered, indicating Sheik with a throwback nod.
Link looked up to the circus moon; to the sky like wine and memories. "Hey, how did you two meet anyway?" Link asked, just out of casual curiousity; stopped to lean on an iron balustrade, and looked at the two-
There was a pause like liquid lightning which seemed to be immediately on the verge of snapping. Sheik’s eyes took on a certain light that seemed to grin: Raven’s face fell. Link knew immediately that it’d be an interesting story, so he smiled, leaned forward. "Raven--" Sheik began, casting a shadowed glance to Raven who seemed to be imploding, "Should you handle this?"
"Fuck you," Raven replied vehemently.
"It’s interesting," Sheik said, looking back to Link.
"Fuck if it’s interesting," Raven spat, looking to the street. "What the fuck does it matter anyway? Mind your own fucking business."
Link grinned. "There’s something you’re not telling me, Raven," he said with sly eyes.
Raven’s eyes snapped. "Fuck off, you fuckin’ fruitcake!" he barked, smoke streaming from his mouth.
Sheik’s manic eyes turned at Raven with a mild look- one that you’d see a lion give a gazelle, biding time and passing judgement. "Raven," Sheik began, but Raven interrupted him.
"Aw c’mon! Do you have to-"
"Raven and I met when I first came to Castle City," Sheik started, looking toward Link, words slow and relishing. Link’s smile crooked a bit. "At a party, I believe. It was late night, dark out, on the skids and far past cold. I remember standing alone..." His eyes looked to the ground, he paused for effect; then let out a small laugh. "I was defenseless, you see- without the assurance of company-"
"Shut the fuck up, you queer-"
Sheik’s eyes shone- he laughed smally. "Raven tried to pick me up."
"I thought you were a fucking chick!" Raven broke through as Link collapsed into laughter- clutching his stomach like it was painful, and it was. "I was fucking drunk! It’s not my fuckin’ fault you look like a goddamned woman! Try gaining a little more weight you fucking anorexic!"
"Now now, Raven," Sheik said- moving his hand as though Raven’s fate was at his command, and Raven looked back at him, eyes seething, "It’s unseemly for a girl your age not to take responsibility."
Link fell further into bells of laughter and Raven gave him a punch in the stomach. "Oh, you think that’s funny, huh?" he asked, and Link crumped to the floor- not from pain so much as exagerrated comedy.
"Raven," he panted, standing up again, "I’ll never be able to look at you the same."
"Shaddap, you fucking choir boy," Raven responded, smacking Link on the back of the head.
"Sheik, Raven’s making passes at me!" Link laughed, beginning again on the windy walk.
"I’ll call the police," Sheik replied, laughing darkly. "Go for the eyes, by the way."
Raven rolled his eyes greatly; tossed his cigarette into the street. "Whatever," he bit, "I’mma be gettin’ shitfaced while you two schoolgirls giggle the fucking night away, so I’m fine."
There was a pause; Link broke out into laughter. "Don’t try to drown your memories in alcohol, Raven," he sputtered through his laughing. Sheik picked up on the joke, and Raven silently surrendered to their relentless laughter- he would, after all, be getting shitfaced tonight, so it was all good.
The place they were in had a stale atmosphere, had lights in all the wrong places. The girls were all self-concious and every guy seemed to be backing down from a hypothetical fight, but Raven was a force in his own- elemental, didn’t mind starting a fire if that meant getting his kicks.
Sheik and Link were just sitting around, talking by the bar, playing table football with peanut shells; noticing the bartender noticing Raven. Raven was throwing his money at the bartender, who kept filling his glass up, even going so far as to make a couple "on the house." Raven was having a time, so he didn’t care who was giving him alcohol...
But maybe he should have. The bartender was...a he-she. Well, a transvestite who wasn’t doing a very good job. He in a tight-fitting black shirt and badly stuffed bra was grinning lasciviously at Raven, maybe hopin’ to get his need tonight. He looked Gerudo- had red hair and lidded eyes, dark skin...he was wearing heavy makeup and gold earrings, both of which spelled out "GANNY" in pretentious script.
"G...A...N...N...Y," Raven spelled out slowly, peering at the earrings from his stupor of alcohol mist. "That yer fuckin’ name, woman?"
"It sure is," Ganny replied sweetly, pulling on one of the earrings and winking.
Link tried hard to supress insane giggling at his place, and Sheik was looking on- savoring the moment, eyes quiet and amused. "You got a name?" Ganny replied, in a brown sugar voice. Link nearly died of laughter right there, but Sheik put a hand on his shoulder softly to remind him not to laugh out loud.
"Yeah, it’s fuckin’ Raven- that’s R-A-V-E-N, and I’m a fucking atom bomb for a living," Raven spat, leaning forward- peering at "Ganny" mysteriously. Raven was probably looking at a girl’s tits 50% of the time; but now that he was drunk, it was all tits, and this looked pretty good to him.
He lurched forward sloppily, spilling his drink a little; downed it with a relish, and then looked at Ganny with criminal cat’s eyes. "’EY- I ain’t sayin’ anything but- you wanna suck my dick?" he asked, pointing at Ganny, holding his drink like it was a cross.
"Say what?" Ganny asked, but he didn’t look offended at all.
"Yeah, you heard me, Ganny- it’s a fucking limited time offer, and there’s no fuckin’- warranty," Raven stammered, then sunk down at the bar, putting a hand over his mouth like he was about to throw up.
Sheik and Link were good friends, so when Link decided he was in the mood for something sweet they left Raven at the bar alone to deal with his new friend. The sidewalk outside was cool and the autumn light was descending into blue; something smelled like smoke on the early evening air, and it drifted past them- something quiet, something intimate. "I want...hmm. I want a soda or something. Are you gonna get anything?" Link asked, turning to Sheik.
Sheik waved his hand dismissively. "I’m alright," he said, "I’ve had enough saccharine looking at Ganny."
Link laughed and walked through the automatic doors- posture just right, moving like an outlaw down the aisles. Sheik took a glance at Link and felt a lonely chord rattle in his blood- the smiles and the baby eyes, the hair like light, mind like constant rain and streetflash...
"What should I get..." Link hummed to himself, looking through the candy with distracted eyes...settled on a package of gummies, and looked back to Sheik- noticed the song that was playing in his eyes, the sudden flush of red masking the light. "Hey, what’s up?" Link asked, rounding off into the soda aisle.
It was cold and silent in here- empty and artificial, sterile and full of color and stars- full of hints of life. "Nothing; a fell swoop of night, a shot of gold in your veins," Sheik replied, looking among the rainbow of cans and bottles. There was a certain swing to his walk, a tensing in his limbs that betrayed some feeling. "Sometimes you find your life in odd places, at inconvenient times."
"Oh," Link replied, looking at Sheik with a worried mouth, grabbing an orange soda from the cooler, "-Yeah. I notice that trouble seems to come when it shouldn’t. It comes up suddenly and it leaves slow."
Sheik nodded. "And trouble can be many things," he said, as though explaining- movements punctuating his words with a panther fluidity, with a warmth full and dark as coffee, "Money, violence, family, laws- everything is up in the air. Time is against a person: it laughs from planes of ocean, from cliffs of death."
Link paused, picking up a pack of batteries and then putting it down again, dissatisfied. "Are you having trouble, Sheik?" he asked, eyes worried.
Sheik looked up to Link; eyes flushed with something shadowy and vague in its anonymous sweetness, in its snakelike red. Link didn’t notice it, didn’t notice what that look meant. Sheik touched Link’s arm slightly- just enough to keep his thoughts veiled. "If I was?"
They came up to the cash register; Link put his candy and his soda on the counter, and the young girl at the register scanned them with bored eyes. "I’d wanna help," Link responded.
"If I’m having trouble, I’m having it at the best of times," Sheik said, and Link wondered what that meant. "Some things for certain are misfortune- but there’s a sweetness in it that makes it fine."
Link was about to say something, maybe about to protest, to say that if Sheik was in trouble he’d always help him (was too distracted to take out his wallet until the cashier cleared her throat). But Sheik leaned a little bit back onto the air, his eyes brightening a little bit. "Don’t worry. My heart isn’t so dark- I’m no martyr."
Link smiled a little bit; the girl put his receipt in the bag and sent them off with a quick glossy smile. They started off; Link ripped open the bag of candy, and the gold in the clouds swept over the night air. "It’s getting cold," he remarked vaguely, putting his arm around Sheik.
Sheik paused on the dark emotion that rose like honey past his brain; took care to turn a mask to Link’s touch. "The air is stilling into color," he replied, watching Link eat happily.
"That’s a good way to describe it- like everything stops being so hectic, you actually start seeing things really clear when it gets cold," Link said, smiling, looking around absently to the scene on the street. He seemed to sigh and his arm tightened a bit over Sheik’s shoulders. "Oh,- hey," he suddenly said, looking ahead.
Sheik looked up- Raven was stumbling down the street, coming toward them, occasionally knocking into mailboxes and telephone poles, yelling something incoherent about a "fucking terrorist" and a "fucking schoolboy." Link laughed slightly, but took his arm off Sheik and hurried to help Raven out.
"Holy fuck, it’s you two! You fucking faggots left me fer dead!" Raven snapped, as Link supported him, putting one of Raven’s arms over his shoulders. Raven’s eyes seemed lulled and tired. "Holy shit- that fucking chick was a fucking dude," he said, and Sheik and Link noticed that Raven seemed suddenly pale. They laughed, and Raven grit his teeth at them. "Yeah, you two laugh- you’re not the ones who almost got a hummer from a fucking tranny!" He paused; then let off a laugh that boomed, the kind of laugh that’d rattle a delicate person’s nerves. "Holy fuck, I fucking cleared outta that joint- that tranny was all like wanting to get up on my shit and I was like, Hell fucking no- hey, is that candy? Well, share, you greedy bastard-"
So the night spun off again. The wide lonely street was blasting grafitti horns past the buildings, past the lives- it was just another night. Sheik and Link were content for it to be this way; Link, though, wasn’t feeling the grasp of time on his heart- wasn’t the one feeling the pain of waiting. Maybe if he’d realized, things wouldn’t have turned out the way they did...but for now it was just smoke and quiet love that looked on anonymously from the circus colors of the moon.
author's note: so yeah XD
Thanks for reading! :D
pairing: Sheik X Link
rating: Uhm, I'd say PG-16.
genre: AU / semi-romantic-ish
summary: Another night, another sweep of moonlight; Raven gets blind drunk with a transvestite while Sheik and Link stumble through barriers of the heart in a drugstore. [What After Love sidefic]
author's note: for spirits_shadows, who came up with the TRANNY IDEA ROFL), and tupelo_thief, who is my London gentleman.
Barricades and shotguns: the night was like a veil and it cast its violent colors through lights and windows. Sheik, Link, and Raven were stumbling up some arbitrary avenue, wondering for a way to go- what event awaited tonight, what flames and stars could be salvaged from the sidewalk.
"The Hell is wrong with you two?" Raven balked, looking toward Sheik and Link- laughing mercilessly, in the throws of some joke at Raven’s expense. Raven lit a cigarette and shook his head. "You been hangin’ around that criminal too much, Sister Link- I feel like I gotta go to temple just bein’ ’round you."
"Raven, if you walked into temple, I think you would burst into flame," Link grinned; picked up a stick and clattered it against a schoolyard fence.
"Hardy-har. Well, if I’d bust into flame, this one’d fuckin’ evaporate," Raven answered, indicating Sheik with a throwback nod.
Link looked up to the circus moon; to the sky like wine and memories. "Hey, how did you two meet anyway?" Link asked, just out of casual curiousity; stopped to lean on an iron balustrade, and looked at the two-
There was a pause like liquid lightning which seemed to be immediately on the verge of snapping. Sheik’s eyes took on a certain light that seemed to grin: Raven’s face fell. Link knew immediately that it’d be an interesting story, so he smiled, leaned forward. "Raven--" Sheik began, casting a shadowed glance to Raven who seemed to be imploding, "Should you handle this?"
"Fuck you," Raven replied vehemently.
"It’s interesting," Sheik said, looking back to Link.
"Fuck if it’s interesting," Raven spat, looking to the street. "What the fuck does it matter anyway? Mind your own fucking business."
Link grinned. "There’s something you’re not telling me, Raven," he said with sly eyes.
Raven’s eyes snapped. "Fuck off, you fuckin’ fruitcake!" he barked, smoke streaming from his mouth.
Sheik’s manic eyes turned at Raven with a mild look- one that you’d see a lion give a gazelle, biding time and passing judgement. "Raven," Sheik began, but Raven interrupted him.
"Aw c’mon! Do you have to-"
"Raven and I met when I first came to Castle City," Sheik started, looking toward Link, words slow and relishing. Link’s smile crooked a bit. "At a party, I believe. It was late night, dark out, on the skids and far past cold. I remember standing alone..." His eyes looked to the ground, he paused for effect; then let out a small laugh. "I was defenseless, you see- without the assurance of company-"
"Shut the fuck up, you queer-"
Sheik’s eyes shone- he laughed smally. "Raven tried to pick me up."
"I thought you were a fucking chick!" Raven broke through as Link collapsed into laughter- clutching his stomach like it was painful, and it was. "I was fucking drunk! It’s not my fuckin’ fault you look like a goddamned woman! Try gaining a little more weight you fucking anorexic!"
"Now now, Raven," Sheik said- moving his hand as though Raven’s fate was at his command, and Raven looked back at him, eyes seething, "It’s unseemly for a girl your age not to take responsibility."
Link fell further into bells of laughter and Raven gave him a punch in the stomach. "Oh, you think that’s funny, huh?" he asked, and Link crumped to the floor- not from pain so much as exagerrated comedy.
"Raven," he panted, standing up again, "I’ll never be able to look at you the same."
"Shaddap, you fucking choir boy," Raven responded, smacking Link on the back of the head.
"Sheik, Raven’s making passes at me!" Link laughed, beginning again on the windy walk.
"I’ll call the police," Sheik replied, laughing darkly. "Go for the eyes, by the way."
Raven rolled his eyes greatly; tossed his cigarette into the street. "Whatever," he bit, "I’mma be gettin’ shitfaced while you two schoolgirls giggle the fucking night away, so I’m fine."
There was a pause; Link broke out into laughter. "Don’t try to drown your memories in alcohol, Raven," he sputtered through his laughing. Sheik picked up on the joke, and Raven silently surrendered to their relentless laughter- he would, after all, be getting shitfaced tonight, so it was all good.
The place they were in had a stale atmosphere, had lights in all the wrong places. The girls were all self-concious and every guy seemed to be backing down from a hypothetical fight, but Raven was a force in his own- elemental, didn’t mind starting a fire if that meant getting his kicks.
Sheik and Link were just sitting around, talking by the bar, playing table football with peanut shells; noticing the bartender noticing Raven. Raven was throwing his money at the bartender, who kept filling his glass up, even going so far as to make a couple "on the house." Raven was having a time, so he didn’t care who was giving him alcohol...
But maybe he should have. The bartender was...a he-she. Well, a transvestite who wasn’t doing a very good job. He in a tight-fitting black shirt and badly stuffed bra was grinning lasciviously at Raven, maybe hopin’ to get his need tonight. He looked Gerudo- had red hair and lidded eyes, dark skin...he was wearing heavy makeup and gold earrings, both of which spelled out "GANNY" in pretentious script.
"G...A...N...N...Y," Raven spelled out slowly, peering at the earrings from his stupor of alcohol mist. "That yer fuckin’ name, woman?"
"It sure is," Ganny replied sweetly, pulling on one of the earrings and winking.
Link tried hard to supress insane giggling at his place, and Sheik was looking on- savoring the moment, eyes quiet and amused. "You got a name?" Ganny replied, in a brown sugar voice. Link nearly died of laughter right there, but Sheik put a hand on his shoulder softly to remind him not to laugh out loud.
"Yeah, it’s fuckin’ Raven- that’s R-A-V-E-N, and I’m a fucking atom bomb for a living," Raven spat, leaning forward- peering at "Ganny" mysteriously. Raven was probably looking at a girl’s tits 50% of the time; but now that he was drunk, it was all tits, and this looked pretty good to him.
He lurched forward sloppily, spilling his drink a little; downed it with a relish, and then looked at Ganny with criminal cat’s eyes. "’EY- I ain’t sayin’ anything but- you wanna suck my dick?" he asked, pointing at Ganny, holding his drink like it was a cross.
"Say what?" Ganny asked, but he didn’t look offended at all.
"Yeah, you heard me, Ganny- it’s a fucking limited time offer, and there’s no fuckin’- warranty," Raven stammered, then sunk down at the bar, putting a hand over his mouth like he was about to throw up.
Sheik and Link were good friends, so when Link decided he was in the mood for something sweet they left Raven at the bar alone to deal with his new friend. The sidewalk outside was cool and the autumn light was descending into blue; something smelled like smoke on the early evening air, and it drifted past them- something quiet, something intimate. "I want...hmm. I want a soda or something. Are you gonna get anything?" Link asked, turning to Sheik.
Sheik waved his hand dismissively. "I’m alright," he said, "I’ve had enough saccharine looking at Ganny."
Link laughed and walked through the automatic doors- posture just right, moving like an outlaw down the aisles. Sheik took a glance at Link and felt a lonely chord rattle in his blood- the smiles and the baby eyes, the hair like light, mind like constant rain and streetflash...
"What should I get..." Link hummed to himself, looking through the candy with distracted eyes...settled on a package of gummies, and looked back to Sheik- noticed the song that was playing in his eyes, the sudden flush of red masking the light. "Hey, what’s up?" Link asked, rounding off into the soda aisle.
It was cold and silent in here- empty and artificial, sterile and full of color and stars- full of hints of life. "Nothing; a fell swoop of night, a shot of gold in your veins," Sheik replied, looking among the rainbow of cans and bottles. There was a certain swing to his walk, a tensing in his limbs that betrayed some feeling. "Sometimes you find your life in odd places, at inconvenient times."
"Oh," Link replied, looking at Sheik with a worried mouth, grabbing an orange soda from the cooler, "-Yeah. I notice that trouble seems to come when it shouldn’t. It comes up suddenly and it leaves slow."
Sheik nodded. "And trouble can be many things," he said, as though explaining- movements punctuating his words with a panther fluidity, with a warmth full and dark as coffee, "Money, violence, family, laws- everything is up in the air. Time is against a person: it laughs from planes of ocean, from cliffs of death."
Link paused, picking up a pack of batteries and then putting it down again, dissatisfied. "Are you having trouble, Sheik?" he asked, eyes worried.
Sheik looked up to Link; eyes flushed with something shadowy and vague in its anonymous sweetness, in its snakelike red. Link didn’t notice it, didn’t notice what that look meant. Sheik touched Link’s arm slightly- just enough to keep his thoughts veiled. "If I was?"
They came up to the cash register; Link put his candy and his soda on the counter, and the young girl at the register scanned them with bored eyes. "I’d wanna help," Link responded.
"If I’m having trouble, I’m having it at the best of times," Sheik said, and Link wondered what that meant. "Some things for certain are misfortune- but there’s a sweetness in it that makes it fine."
Link was about to say something, maybe about to protest, to say that if Sheik was in trouble he’d always help him (was too distracted to take out his wallet until the cashier cleared her throat). But Sheik leaned a little bit back onto the air, his eyes brightening a little bit. "Don’t worry. My heart isn’t so dark- I’m no martyr."
Link smiled a little bit; the girl put his receipt in the bag and sent them off with a quick glossy smile. They started off; Link ripped open the bag of candy, and the gold in the clouds swept over the night air. "It’s getting cold," he remarked vaguely, putting his arm around Sheik.
Sheik paused on the dark emotion that rose like honey past his brain; took care to turn a mask to Link’s touch. "The air is stilling into color," he replied, watching Link eat happily.
"That’s a good way to describe it- like everything stops being so hectic, you actually start seeing things really clear when it gets cold," Link said, smiling, looking around absently to the scene on the street. He seemed to sigh and his arm tightened a bit over Sheik’s shoulders. "Oh,- hey," he suddenly said, looking ahead.
Sheik looked up- Raven was stumbling down the street, coming toward them, occasionally knocking into mailboxes and telephone poles, yelling something incoherent about a "fucking terrorist" and a "fucking schoolboy." Link laughed slightly, but took his arm off Sheik and hurried to help Raven out.
"Holy fuck, it’s you two! You fucking faggots left me fer dead!" Raven snapped, as Link supported him, putting one of Raven’s arms over his shoulders. Raven’s eyes seemed lulled and tired. "Holy shit- that fucking chick was a fucking dude," he said, and Sheik and Link noticed that Raven seemed suddenly pale. They laughed, and Raven grit his teeth at them. "Yeah, you two laugh- you’re not the ones who almost got a hummer from a fucking tranny!" He paused; then let off a laugh that boomed, the kind of laugh that’d rattle a delicate person’s nerves. "Holy fuck, I fucking cleared outta that joint- that tranny was all like wanting to get up on my shit and I was like, Hell fucking no- hey, is that candy? Well, share, you greedy bastard-"
So the night spun off again. The wide lonely street was blasting grafitti horns past the buildings, past the lives- it was just another night. Sheik and Link were content for it to be this way; Link, though, wasn’t feeling the grasp of time on his heart- wasn’t the one feeling the pain of waiting. Maybe if he’d realized, things wouldn’t have turned out the way they did...but for now it was just smoke and quiet love that looked on anonymously from the circus colors of the moon.
author's note: so yeah XD
Thanks for reading! :D