legend of the guard

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This is the decision I’ve made, but I have no regrets for my figure skating career. This is an enormous decision for me, but I believe it is only one waypoint in the journey of my life. From here on I want to find new dreams and goals, and to keep moving forward, never forgetting to smile.” 

Just a Smile - A Zelink Short Fic

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SUMMARY: In Hyrule palace, there was one rule left over from the time of her great-grandfather, one that most certainly could not be broken: the guards on duty were not allowed to laugh. 

But that never stopped Princess Zelda from trying.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three coming soon!

Zelink AU where Zelda is a princess and Link is a guard who she’s trying to make laugh but can’t seem to crack. Part one of a larger fic of similar short bursts. Not attached to any particular game. Fluff af. Have fun, kids!

Writing after the cut! Enjoy!

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Celtic Otherworlds

The Otherworld(s) of Celtic myth are invisible realms where gods, spirits, elves, giants, etc reside. Some Otherworlds are beautiful heavens, and others are terrible hells. Otherworlds are guarded and hidden by magic.
The Otherworld(s) can be found in places like lakes, caves, forests, rivers, dunes, and islands. An Otherworld may also be a grandiose castle or even a humble cottage. Often times the Otherworld(s) make an appearance at night, but then quickly vanish in the daylight. It is also said that on the eve of Samhain (saah-win) all gates to the Otherworld open and spirits venture into our world from theirs.
The Otherworld(s) have a very different concept of time. Generally, time moves at a much slower slower rate. Spending one year in an Otherworld could mean centuries have passed in our world.

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This has been bugging me for a while now, because no one in the Avatar universe seems to be blaming Suyin for this. As Tenzin says, Suyin is the perfect person for the job of fixing the Earth Kingdom. She has the military strength, she has the resources, and she has the technology. The entire city of Zaofu is basically remaining prosperous and well-off while everyone else in the entire kingdom is starving and living in fear because of bandits. And this isn’t surprising because Zaofu is literally the definition of a gated community. The giant metal domes and the elite security team alone ensure that it remains so.

Suyin says she doesn’t want to help restore order because she doesn’t want to “impose her ideals on an entire nation”. That does not make any sense–is it impossible to provide economic and military aid in getting rid of the bandits without “imposing your ideals”? Her other concern is that they would be seen as conquerors–but to a people recently pushed into chaos and disorder, would it really matter? She wasn’t going to conquer them and anyway she would be bringing help, which would obviously have been welcomed. Suyin has also said she didn’t want to grab power for herself in helping the Earth Kingdom–which also makes no sense! There is already a successor to the Earth Queen lined up; she would actively have to take control like Kuvira did in order to assume this power.  Suyin’s objections to helping the Earth Kingdom citizens make no sense! The Earth Kingdom was in dire need of assistance and Suyin turned aside for no reason. Suyin is also really the only person the Earth Kingdom could turn to–the other nations have their own business to attend to and frankly the Air Nation is too small to successfully carry out the job. 

This brings us to Kuvira’s resentment of Suyin’s refusal to help. Kuvira obviously feels very passionately about this problem–she speaks out of turn to try and convince Suyin to change her mind, and you can hear it in her voice when she’s arguing that she really cares. She’s proud of Zaofu and its accomplishments. Kuvira must really look up to Suyin; she even styles her hair similarly to Suyin at this point–they’ve both got the wavy front tendril thing going. But this is a huge tipping point for Kuvira–she was raised and trained to become one of the best fighters in the world–and to do what? Practice some fancy dance choreography and close the domes to the outside world every night? Maybe fighting against Zaheer gave her a chance to see what she could really do. And obviously others in Zaofu felt the same way because they readily joined her cause. When Suyin says Kuvira “turned Baatar against her” I doubt it really was a “turning against” as much of an “awakening”. Baatar is the oldest of Suyin’s kids and probably saw the same things Kuvira and the rest of the guard did.

That’s why in Operation Beifong when Opal was so confused about why Kuvira would tear down the domes (although we all know why now) it should have been obvious! The domes of Zaofu were the symbol of the city being closed off to others–how it was an isolated sphere of progress and prosperity where the rest of the Earth Kingdom was barely surviving. Of course she would have torn them down–they are a symbol of everything Kuvira works against. Suyin was totally in the wrong and Kuvira had every moral right in this situation. The other world leaders should have condemned Suyin’s move and applauded Kuvira’s initiative here in the beginning, but no one seems to be holding Suyin in the wrong for this decision. She’s too busy blaming Kuvira for her betrayal than recognizing her initial failure to act. 

Bruce Wayne Request

Bruce Wayne/ batman x reader. While Bruce is away on a business trip his wife gets kipnapped. Almost immediately a video ransoms is sent out to him. The rest is up to you


You woke up when Bruce’s alarm went off. You groaned and turned to your waking husband. “Go on back to bed,” he told you brushing the hair from your face.

“I’m up now. I’ll make some coffee while you shower.” You threw on your robe and padded down to the kitchen.

“Good morning, Mrs. Wayne,” Alfred greeted you as you came into the kitchen.

“Good morning, Alfred. How’d you sleep?”

“Very well, thank you. Can I make you anything for breakfast?”

“No, thank you Alfred. I’m just going to get some coffee going for Bruce and get him something to nibble on on his drive to the plane,” you smiled. “Can I make you anything for breakfast?”

“No, ma’am, I’ve already eaten my breakfast,” he grinned at you. He didn’t have to admit it, everyone knew you were his favorite, especially since your husband and his Batman alter ego had been such a thorn in Alfred’s side.

Once the coffee was made and you added the cream and sugar you went back up to your room and let yourself in the bathroom, where the shower steam still floated and the closet doors were thrown open. “Just like you like it,” you handed the coffee to your husband and took his place, looking through his shirts and suit jackets. You pulled out a nice blue shirt, black suit jacket and pants, and a matching tie.

“What would I do without you,” he kissed your head and took a sip of his coffee.

“Probably have Alfred pick out your clothes.” You left him to get ready and went downstairs, sitting in front of the fireplace as you read the morning paper and drank your own coffee.

When your husband came down with his briefcase you stood up and walked over to him. “How long will you be gone again,” you said as some of the butlers carried out the couple of Bruce’s bags.

“4 days,” he wrapped his arms around you. “I’ll be back before you know it and I’ll call you every night before bed.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he leaned down and kissed you. “I’ve got to get doing, the plane’s waiting on me.”

“I love you,” you gave him a sad grin, already missing him.

“I love you too, Mrs. Wayne,” he kissed your forehead before leaving the house and walking to the care, leaving you alone in the doorframe wrapping your robe tightly around yourself.

******

“You look nice,” Alfred said as you came down the stairs ready for the day. “Plans?”

“Thank you and yes. I have to run and pick up something I have on hold at that cute little boutique on the outskirts of the city.”

A fatherly look crossed his face. “Mistress Wayne you know you should take security if you plan to go near the city.” After what had happened to his parents and his concern of crime, Bruce had insisted you travel with security, especially if you went near the city.

“Alfred-” you stopped seeing the persistent look on his face. “Fine, I’ll take a guard. But I don’t think I even need one,” you defended yourself. “I won’t even be in the city.”

“I’ll get Mr. Legend to accompany you Madam,” Alfred stood up and left to get your guard for the day.

******

You sat in the back of the car as James Legend, your guard for the day, drove you to the boutique. “Thanks for coming out with me James. I doubt Alfred would have let me leave the house alone.”

“It’s part of the job Mrs. Wayne,” he smiled. You felt something in your eye and opened your compact mirror to check. As you moved the mirror around trying to get a good angle a car behind you caught your eye. “James, do you see the beige car behind us?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I think it’s following us.” James sped up and turned at the next right. Sure enough the car followed. James sped up and tried to lose it but the driver was good. You picked up your phone and dialed the house number.

“Wayne residence,” Alfred answered.

“Alfred,” you said panicked, “we’re being followed and we can’t lose them.”

“I’m pulling up the car tracker and ringing Master Wayner.”

“Alfred, what do they-” you were stopped as a car came from ahead of you and ran into your side of the car, jerking you against your seatbelt, sending glass flying around your face, and sending you into unconsciousness.

******

“Alfred, I’ve hardly been gone 6 hours, surely you can’t miss me already,” Bruce comically answered the phone.

“Master Wayne, it’s Y/N,” Alfred’s worried voice came through the phone and Bruce sat up straight, leaving the filled room quickly.

“What do you mean? Alfred, where is she?”

“She and Mr. Legend went out and they’ve been attacked. I had her on the phone just a moment ago but the line went dead.” Bruce waved at the driver and ushered him for the keys, taking them and storming out of the building leaving everyone confused.

“I’m driving to the plane now. I should be back within the hour. We have to find her, Alfred,” he shut off the phone and pushed the car pedal to the floor.

As soon as the wheels touched down and he got into the car Bruce’s phone screen lit up with an email from an unknown server. He clicked on the link attached and his heart broke.

You were sitting in a chair with your legs and arms tied. Your clothes were tattered and torn, your face looked dirty and seemed to have small cuts over it, as well as duct tape that covered your mouth, and your eyes showed that you were drained and broken. “Mr. Wayne, we have your wife,” the masked man’s voice echoed in the large empty room as four others stood by with guns in their hands. “You have millions while those around you have nothing. Deposit 25 million to the account number on this board within the next 12 hours or we will kill your wife.” The video went black and Bruce punched the seat in front of him.

By the time he got home Alfred had sent the employee’s home so it was just the two of them. Alfred struggled to keep up with Bruce as he briskly walked to the elevator and took it to the cave.

Bruce sat in front of the large computer screens and started working. “What are you doing Master Wayne?”

“I had a tracker implanted in Y/N’s wedding ring for emergencies. I told her when we got married but part of me thinks she didn’t believe me,” he said furiously typing. “And there she is,” a small red dot pinged on the screen in the outline of one of the building that came up on the schematic.

******

One of the men ripped the tape off your mouth and you hissed. “Tell us, Mrs. Wayne,” the man sneered, “did you marry him for his money or his looks.” You felt the shift in the air, something that you had picked up from years of living with a man who liked to sneak up on you and criminals for a living.

“My husband won’t pay you,” you laughed to yourself.

“Why is that? Because he’ll just replace you with a younger, hot model?”

“No…because you can’t pay dead men.” A black figure swooped down and took out two of the guards before disappearing again.

“What was that,” the final three men looked around frantically with their guns ready.

“Bats don’t like to be woken during the day,” you said as your Batman swooped down and started fighting off your captors. You closed your eyes as the sound of gunfire rang out. You heard bullets cling to the ground and thuds of bodies hitting the floor and walls. You slowly opened your eyes when the loud noises were replaced by a deafening silence and were met by the black bat mask right in front of your face.

“Are you ok,” your husband asked ripping off his mask and holding your face in his hands as he looked you over.

“I’ve been better.” He went behind you and cut the ropes from your hands and feet. “Come on,” he said lifting you up in his arms. “Let’s go home.”