POV a cute gerudo offers you a durian
(redraw of that one hulk taco meme
[Image ID: A two panel comic, with a top and bottom. The top panel has a confused young Ganon with long hair in a half ponytail wearing a cloak and voe armor, holding a durian andstanding tall over a tiny Link, who is attempting to sit up from a wooden bench and is surprised at his approach. Link is wearing protective leather armor over his tunic and large boots, and appears to be an older version, with grass and pebbles at their feet. The bottom panel shows a framed close-up of young Ganon attempting a friendly yet awkward tusked smile, with further detail on his cloak, pauldrons, armor, jewelry and collar necklace, as well as his circlet crown. His eyes are winged with eyeliner, his eyebrows bushy, his hair long and sleek with flyaways, as Ganon offers the durian to Link from his giant hand, a pinky politely extended}
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Febuwhump Day 3 - "Bite Down on This"
For @smilesrobotlover and her wonderful King of the Gerudo blorbos!
Things hadn't exactly gone according to plan.
The monster horde near Fort Hateno had needed to be addressed quickly. Although the soldiers had held it at bay fairly well, Link wanted to defend his home and had rushed to its aid. Mipha had joined him.
Everything had been fine until the blood moon had come in the middle of the fight.
Link supposed it wasn't a complete disaster - they'd still won, after all. But goddess above, at what cost?
Mipha whimpered a bit as she tried to sit up a little more. Link gently put pressure on her shoulders to get her to relax.
"Please," he nearly begged. "You've done enough, Mipha. Just let me help."
His beloved wilted a little at his tone, her love for him fighting against her worry for the other soldiers. Link adored her for her compassion, but by Hylia she could be stubborn.
Well. He could be too, he supposed. Both their parents had commented that if they could have children they would be the most hardheaded beings on the planet.
The current dilemma, though, was due to Mipha's stubbornness, and his own would win out in this fight. Mipha had gotten an arrow to her leg, and it had impaled all the way through. The scream she'd let out was still ringing in Link's ears, making his skin crawl. Ever since he'd almost lost her to the Calamity, any injury she received was like being thrown back to that awful day. His heart was still racing just thinking about it.
The injury itself was painful to look at it, but Link knew Mipha's healing skills were more than enough to take care of it. The issue was that she'd spent her energy healing the Hylian soldiers all around her instead, and at this point she was too exhausted.
"Why do you do this to yourself?" he murmured, not really expecting an answer as he traced his finger around the wound.
"I have to help," Mipha answered quietly, a little browbeaten.
Link felt bad for making her guilty over such a gift, for such tender and considerate love for all. He sighed, cupping her cheeks with his hands. "I know. But... you can't help others if you wear yourself out. You worry me."
Mipha sighed, leaning into his touch and closing her eyes. "I'm sorry, Link."
Link tapped her face with his thumb, making her look at him. He didn't say anything more, but he leaned in for a quick kiss before leaning back and letting her go. He sifted through his bag a little before finding a spare belt. He felt his insides grow a little cold as he pulled it out. He'd used this item time and again when handling his own wounds, but...
Goddess, he really wished they didn't have to keep fighting like this. Hyrule had known peace for so long.
He couldn't imagine a better partner in battle, though.
"Bite down on this," he ordered as he offered the belt to her. Mipha took it and complied without argument, knowing what was coming.
Link found himself wishing desperately that he had even an ounce of Mipha's healing magic. He seemed the least magically inclined person by his own observations - Zelda, Mipha, Urbosa, Daruk... even Revali to a degree had some kind of magical ability to their name. He supposed his magic was his fighting prowess.
It absolutely paled in comparison.
What good was such magic in the face of the others? The only closest equivalent was Urbosa, whose abilities were really only utilized for violence such as his. Link had never been ashamed of his gifts before, but in this moment he wished so desperately that his hands could heal more so than hurt.
It's not hurting. It's defending. And that's equally important, he reminded himself.
And then he glanced again at Mipha, who could both heal and defend. His heart swelled, a smile pulling at his lips. Goddess, he loved her.
Mipha gave him a bewildered look for a moment before softening and returning the smile. But then she grimaced as she moved her leg a little, and Link focused on the moment again, warmth forgotten.
Positioning her leg a little better, Link visualized both sides of the arrow where it pierced all the way through. In her state, Mipha wasn't likely to be able to heal the wound for at least a few hours, so he'd have to stop the bleeding in the best way he knew how. He prayed she could heal herself sooner rather than later as... well...
Tourniquets hurt. But the risk for further injury and bleeding and infection were too high to sit on this.
He glanced at Mipha, silently asking if she was ready. She nodded, face determined, though her nervous wringing of her hands belayed her anxiety.
Link pushed the shaft with a fast, fluid motion. He wasn't sure if the whimper that escaped his beloved was better or worse than a scream. His hands went back to her face quickly, leaning his forehead against hers in comfort before he eased the belt out of her clenched jaw and tied it around her thigh. Mipha gasped in pain as he tightened it, watching the bleeding slow and then stop entirely.
Mipha leaned against the wall, sighing, her eyes closed tightly. Link shuffled to sit beside her and pulled her to him.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled. I'm sorry I can't heal like you can.
"Don't--ah!--don't be," Mipha said shakily, huddling closer to him. "You h-helped me. Thank you."
Link sighed heavily. Mipha just couldn't help being nice. One of these days he was going to kidnap her to some beautiful place where she didn't have to lead, worry, heal, or do anything for at least a week and he could just take care of her.
"I'll be able to heal it soon, I think," Mipha noted.
Link nodded, pulling away before scooping her into his arms. She yelped in surprise, making him smile.
"Well, in the meantime, I'll take care of you."
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