Redead/Link = OTP
Alright. Now before people come after me with pitchforks and torches, I did not want to write this. This was a gigantic joke.
Basically, I was forced to attend a baseball game. Since the Mariners have been such big losers lately, I was expected to be disappointed by the game's end. In my stupidity, I made a bet with my LJ friends (who had wondered if there was any fanfiction of this nature) that I would write it myself if the Mariners won.
Link groped blindly along the slimy walls of the Shadow Temple, squinting into the vague foggy shapes of the darkness that seemed to surround and strangle him. Even Navi's bright blue glimmer was obscured by the dark, dank atmosphere. The only way he could tell that the small fairy was with him was by her shallow breathing, which even the fog attempted to mute.
The quiet from Navi was not unwelcome. The blonde could do without a few million warnings of his impending doom.
Pressing onward through the temple, dodging clever traps and passing through illusions that were put in place to throw him off the course, the young boy turned man found himself trapped in yet another room.
This room was colder than the rest, and instead of the dank smell, there was that of rotting flesh. Link gave a very unmanly whimper, covering his nose with a gloved hand.
What the hell is this place...? he thought to himself, ever the silent stoic.
Navi's light turned a pale green with sickness. "We have to find a way out!" she snapped, coughing a little.
There was a shifting in the dark around the duo, a soft, almost unheard noise that might have slipped past a normal set of ears. Fortunately, Link's Hyrulian blood had granted him a large, pointed set. He turned immediately to face the shadow moving towards him at an unhurried pace, sword drawn.
It was then that he heard it. Almost like a frozen song note. A scream.
A beautiful scream.
He froze immediately, his usually icy blue eyes softening. Unnoticed, his sword fell beside hiim with a clatter. Navi was just hovering in midair, absolutely petrified by the voice from the inky darkness.
Slowly, his eyes focused. The lumpy, disfigured body shuffled towards him at the speed of an elderly woman with palsy who'd just been hit by a bus and electrocuted.
It moved slowly. Surely. Determinedly.
Link's breath caught. The smell of decay became more overpowering as the clay-like form slumped toward him. And all he could do was stare, mouth slightly agape.
If the thing had teeth, it would've been shooting a vicious grin at him. Instead, it just stared at him with empty holes for eyes and a mouth, a disfigured, formless clay doll.
...if it wasn't about to kill him, Link would've almost felt sorry for it...
...almost...
The thing was now pressed against his body, just dully looking forward with it's eye sockets gaping. Link fought back a blush. The creature's... eye holes.... seemed to be sweeping up and down his figure, taking in every detail of his appearance, measuring...
...god the smell...
Link felt his paralyzed form slumping against the dead flesh. It was freezing to the touch, and he gave a weak little mewl as his knees began to buckle. Slow arms reached around him, embracing him with cold fingers.
He heard a soft moaning noise. Only after a moment, Link realized it had come from himself.
The creature... the Redead... seemed to notice this. Another hollow grin crossed it's face. Soon, clammy legs were wrapped about Link's weakening body. The Hyrulian felt faint, almost ready to pass out from the incredible feeling of cold, rotting flesh that started rubbing rhythmically against his body.
No... no I can't... Zelda... oh god... nnn... Link was whimpering, completely lost to the sensations rippling through his body. Somewhere, in the distance, he could hear Navi's voice, like the faint tinkling of a bell.
But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered, not in this place. Not when he was so aroused, so satisfied, fingernails digging into the wet, giving flesh servicing him with it's slow, tormenting gyrations.
And when the decaying creature's face leaned down to his, gaping lip-less mouth seeking a kiss from the blonde, Link gave his final surrender, leaning up to slip his tongue into the rotting hole.
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MONTHS LATER
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"Alright. Let's get started with the meeting. We have a new member today, so please everyone, be open and welcoming..." The chairman started the applause, smiling as the young man shakily took the podium, tapping the microphone a few times cautiously.
Sweaty fingers wringed in the rough green fabric of his tunic, and he looked down, blonde bangs obscuring his eyes from the gathered group.
"...hello.... my name is... Link.... and I'm... a necrophiliac."
The resounding "Hi, Link!" was comforting.
I'm so sorry. *scrubs brain*
Basically, I was forced to attend a baseball game. Since the Mariners have been such big losers lately, I was expected to be disappointed by the game's end. In my stupidity, I made a bet with my LJ friends (who had wondered if there was any fanfiction of this nature) that I would write it myself if the Mariners won.
Link groped blindly along the slimy walls of the Shadow Temple, squinting into the vague foggy shapes of the darkness that seemed to surround and strangle him. Even Navi's bright blue glimmer was obscured by the dark, dank atmosphere. The only way he could tell that the small fairy was with him was by her shallow breathing, which even the fog attempted to mute.
The quiet from Navi was not unwelcome. The blonde could do without a few million warnings of his impending doom.
Pressing onward through the temple, dodging clever traps and passing through illusions that were put in place to throw him off the course, the young boy turned man found himself trapped in yet another room.
This room was colder than the rest, and instead of the dank smell, there was that of rotting flesh. Link gave a very unmanly whimper, covering his nose with a gloved hand.
What the hell is this place...? he thought to himself, ever the silent stoic.
Navi's light turned a pale green with sickness. "We have to find a way out!" she snapped, coughing a little.
There was a shifting in the dark around the duo, a soft, almost unheard noise that might have slipped past a normal set of ears. Fortunately, Link's Hyrulian blood had granted him a large, pointed set. He turned immediately to face the shadow moving towards him at an unhurried pace, sword drawn.
It was then that he heard it. Almost like a frozen song note. A scream.
A beautiful scream.
He froze immediately, his usually icy blue eyes softening. Unnoticed, his sword fell beside hiim with a clatter. Navi was just hovering in midair, absolutely petrified by the voice from the inky darkness.
Slowly, his eyes focused. The lumpy, disfigured body shuffled towards him at the speed of an elderly woman with palsy who'd just been hit by a bus and electrocuted.
It moved slowly. Surely. Determinedly.
Link's breath caught. The smell of decay became more overpowering as the clay-like form slumped toward him. And all he could do was stare, mouth slightly agape.
If the thing had teeth, it would've been shooting a vicious grin at him. Instead, it just stared at him with empty holes for eyes and a mouth, a disfigured, formless clay doll.
...if it wasn't about to kill him, Link would've almost felt sorry for it...
...almost...
The thing was now pressed against his body, just dully looking forward with it's eye sockets gaping. Link fought back a blush. The creature's... eye holes.... seemed to be sweeping up and down his figure, taking in every detail of his appearance, measuring...
...god the smell...
Link felt his paralyzed form slumping against the dead flesh. It was freezing to the touch, and he gave a weak little mewl as his knees began to buckle. Slow arms reached around him, embracing him with cold fingers.
He heard a soft moaning noise. Only after a moment, Link realized it had come from himself.
The creature... the Redead... seemed to notice this. Another hollow grin crossed it's face. Soon, clammy legs were wrapped about Link's weakening body. The Hyrulian felt faint, almost ready to pass out from the incredible feeling of cold, rotting flesh that started rubbing rhythmically against his body.
No... no I can't... Zelda... oh god... nnn... Link was whimpering, completely lost to the sensations rippling through his body. Somewhere, in the distance, he could hear Navi's voice, like the faint tinkling of a bell.
But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered, not in this place. Not when he was so aroused, so satisfied, fingernails digging into the wet, giving flesh servicing him with it's slow, tormenting gyrations.
And when the decaying creature's face leaned down to his, gaping lip-less mouth seeking a kiss from the blonde, Link gave his final surrender, leaning up to slip his tongue into the rotting hole.
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MONTHS LATER
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"Alright. Let's get started with the meeting. We have a new member today, so please everyone, be open and welcoming..." The chairman started the applause, smiling as the young man shakily took the podium, tapping the microphone a few times cautiously.
Sweaty fingers wringed in the rough green fabric of his tunic, and he looked down, blonde bangs obscuring his eyes from the gathered group.
"...hello.... my name is... Link.... and I'm... a necrophiliac."
The resounding "Hi, Link!" was comforting.
I'm so sorry. *scrubs brain*