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shiro-marshmello · 3 years

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SS Fanfiction Zelink One-shot

"So, what do you think?" I asked as I turned to Link with a questioning smile. "You can head back to Skyloft if you'd like."

The Hero of Sky shook his head. "It's alright Zelda. I want to be with you."

The breeze tousled his hair as the sun shined down on him. The yellow ring around his head almost seemed like a halo surrounding his head, making him seem divine. His determined eyes kept their firm gaze on me. Passion burned as fire in his cerulean orbs. I smiled softly, knowing that nothing can be changed once he made up his mind.

"Alright then. I won't force you."

I whistled for my Loftwing as she flew close and landed gracefully on the Goddess statue. "Here, please take this to my father." I said as I gently petted her feathers while putting a small letter in her beak. The bird seemed to understand that this may be a last farewell as she stared at me with sad eyes. Drops of tears begin to form as she tried her best to avoid my searching gaze. I sighed.

"I know, my friend. You've been there for me ever since I was a small child. I understand how attached you are. But you're meant to be a free bird soaring above Skyloft. You're no longer objected to serve me. You're free. Go and enjoy your liberty. After all, it's why I named you Libby."

I urged as I rested my head against her head while gently rubbed her beak. She closed her eyes and made a noise that's similar to a sigh. That was her favorite spot to be petted. After a short while, I pulled back. I stepped back and looked her dead in the eyes.

"Libby. Be a good girl and go."

If birds can show even a small bit of emotion, I swear to Hylia's name that I would've seen a broken heart behind those amber eyes of hers. Libby turned around, she glanced at me for one last time before bursting off with a flap of her wing. I watched her body slowly disappeared into the clouds until the sun blinded my eyes, preventing me to see further. I looked down in defeat. And then I felt a strong, gloved hand pulled me close. I raised my head, feeling grief stricken until I was met with a pair of concerned and gentle eyes.

"Everything alright Zelda?" Link asked as he pulled me down to sit beside him. I leaned my head against his shoulder and sighed. "Well, let's just say it's just hard to part with old friends, you know?" I gave him a wry smile. Link nodded in agreement. "Especially it's someone you've grown up with in all your life. Which is why..... I came all the way from Skyloft to look for you. You're..... You're very special to me." He rubbed the nape of his neck and looked away with a blush.

I reddened at his comment. I'm special to him? Could this mean....... He also have feelings for me, just like I am with him?

"Link...." I began, "There's just something I.... Must tell you. I had been hiding it from you for a long time. Well, wanted to tell you ever since the day you've been knighted in all honesty..... "

I fidgeted with my finger nervously, as I ran out of things to say. He kept quiet. His gaze on me, as if he's trying to encourage me to go on. I breathed. Now's the chance. If I don't tell him now, then when will I?

"I like you Link. Ever since we were children. Ever since we first went to the academy together..... Yeah. You heard that right. I like you. More than a friend."

I paused to take a breath. The lack of oxygen made me realize that I had been holding my breath. My hands that were resting on my lap were balled up in a fist as the knuckles were white. They also felt damp and clammy. Oh dear Hylia, was I nervous.

Not long after, I heard a lighthearted laugh. "Oh Zelda, I feel the same about you!"

I raised my head sharply and flushed red at what he just said. "E-eh!?" I stuttered.

"I said," he repeated with an amused smile. "I feel the same about you."

Suddenly my lap seemed interesting as I kept my eyes on my hands. Which were still white from feeling embarrassed. Thankfully, Link didn't appeared to have noticed. He wrapped his arms around my waist as he rested his chin against my shoulder.

"I thought you'd never confess." He hummed as he sighed contently while nuzzling close into my neck. I blushed crimson at that. I was speechless. Well, more like trying to process what was been said before I realized that he really meant it.

"I-I didn't know you shared the same feeling.... Or-or I would've told you before!" I crossed my arms in front of my chest and pouted. Link only chuckled. "You know, you smell nice." He whispered in my ear.

For a minute, I thought my heart was going to explode. This was too much! To cover up my embarrassment, I decided to change the topic.

"S-so, do you want to set out and explore Faron Wood together?" I asked Link while keeping my eyes on my lap. I didn't want to turn around for him to see that splash of pink across my cheek. To my relief, he agreed. Link stood up, pulled me up with him. I looked down from the Goddess statue. It was quite a long way down before we actually reach the floor, and there was no exit behind us anywhere. I gave Link a confused glance. "So, how are we supposed to get down?"

To my bewilderment, Link grabbed me, threw me on his back and jumped off the ledge. I screamed in terror, knowing that this was not Skyloft where we can call out to our Loftwings to catch us. In a minute, I regretted sending my Loftwing back to Skyloft.

"LINK! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" I cried out while wrapped my arms around his neck in pure frantic. I shut my eyes tightly, ready to embrace the impact of hitting the floor until I feel the speed of us dropping being slowed down. I opened my eyes a little to see that we had landed safely on the ground with Link grinning at me before he folded and put away the sailcloth I made for him. Oh, that's right. I forgot that I've made him a sailcloth.

"You almost gave me a heart attack!-" I was about to get mad until Link wrapped an arm around me. "Payback!" He beamed before letting me go.

"Oh no you don't!" I laughed and chased after him as we ventured deep in the green forest leading to Faron Wood.

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Author's Note

Hey guys! Thanks so much for reading! I know this is kind of a random chapter but as you can probably tell from the beginning that this is at the end of Skyward Sword (Just in case you felt like the beginning felt kind of random. Like I said in this post, I'm still a beginner writer so be easy on me TwT). But please let me know if you want to see more contents like this. Thank you again for reading and have a wonderful day!

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zoocross0vers · 4 years

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A Zootopian Christmas Carol Part 4: The Future

A/N: Another part and then it’s just the ending! Again, really wish I had this done by Christmas, but I hope you’ve enjoyed it nonetheless :)

For my Latin/Mexican friends, I hope you had a great Dia de Reyes yesterday! :D

WARNING: This Chapter is a bit of a tear jerker. TwT

FF.net Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13461657/4/A-Zootopian-Christmas-Carol

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Chapter 4: The Future

Bogo's eyes widened in fear. What was going on? He looked toward the window and saw that it was dark out and the moon was full. “It's night time again. But-But how is this possible spirit?” He looked over his shoulder and saw that the large jovial cheetah was gone. “Spirit? Spirit!”

he called in a panic, “No, spirit please come back! You must tell me about Finn!”

He hyperventilated, realizing that he was all alone in the empty house. “No, no. This can't be. Spirit!” he called again as he rushed into the small kitchen in the next room. “Spirit! Wilde!” He ran back to the main room and called at the top of his lungs, “Tiny Finn! Someone! Anyone!”

The uneasy buffalo slowly backed up. “Please! What's happening?” he whimpered desperately, still walking backwards, until he bumped into something small. He let out a quiet gasp and he very slowly turned. He saw that behind him stood a small figure about the size of a child -- the size of a kit to be exact, wearing a hooded cloak of a dark purple shade.

Bogo stepped away from the figure in fear. The figure didn't move, nor did it say anything. “T-Tiny Finn?” The small figure silently shook his head in denial. “Th-Then, are you the Ghost of Christmas Future?”

The small figure nodded his head.

Bogo gulped in fear, “Spirit of the future, of all the spirits I was to encounter this night, your coming is the one I’ve feared the most. Please, tell me... what happened to Tiny Finn?”

A harsh gust of wind suddenly blew past them both. Bogo slowly opened his eyes when the wind calmed. He saw that there were lights back on in the Wilde household, and that by the window stood a forlorn Judith staring outside. “Judith Wilde?” Bogo asked.

At the dinner table, sat Bonnie, Stu, and Felicia. Felicia was helping her grandmother and grandfather crack open and peel the skin off some peanuts. James sat nearby his grandfather Jonathan, reading a book while also glancing over concernedly toward his mother from time to time. Jonathan meanwhile was teaching his grandson, Johnny-Stu, how to properly stitch up a tear in one of his pants.

A concerned Bonnie headed over to stand by her daughter. “Judith? Are you alright?”

Judith sighed, “It's getting late and...he hasn't come home yet. It feels like he's starting to walk slower and slower each day. I just don't want him to be drowning in his sorrows again like last time, huddling outside on that cold little patch because he feels so guilty about everything,” Judith's voice trembled at that last statement, as a tear threatened to stream down her face.

Bonnie placed a comforting paw on her daughter's shoulder. “Nicholas probably just didn't want him to be alone, dear. I know he's taken what happened very hard, but he knows that he has the rest of you to look after. I don't think he’d endanger his own health like that again.” Bonnie smiled.

Judith smiled back, but frowned again, “Still, that was a very frightening night. I thought he would never come home. And then...I would have already lost two.” Judith hugged her arms tightly, as her breath hitched and a tear streamed down her cheek.

“Two?” Bogo asked with worry, “What does she mean by that? Lost two what?” he desperately asked the spirit, who merely pointed back toward the scene before them. Bogo obeyed and returned his attention back to them.

Bonnie placed her arms around her daughter's, “Shh, shh,” the elder bunny gently shushed her with motherly care, “There, there dear. I know Nicholas is unlike your father in that your father wears his emotions on his sleeve. But even if Nicholas bottles up and hides his emotions, we all know that he feels guilty over something that wasn't his fault. He may not want to accept or believe that right now, but he will. Just give him time. He promised you that he’d never endanger himself like that again and knowing how much he loves you and the children, I’m more than certain he means it. Nicholas will be fine, you’ll see.” Bonnie gave her a reassuring smile.

Judith nodded with an accompanying sniffle. She wiped away at a lone tear and managed a meek smile, “Thanks mother. I’m really glad you and father are here.”

“Of course dear,” Bonnie replied.

“I just feel bad for Jeremy and Lulu. I know this was their year to have you and father over for Christmas,” Judith said.

“Don’t worry about that. Your brother and sister understand why we felt we had to come here again this year. We promised them that we’d visit them on the 26th and 27th respectively, to make it up to them.”

Judith nodded understandingly.

“Any sign of him yet?” Amelia asked, walking out of the kitchen. She approached the two does.

“No, not yet,” Judith replied.

Amelia stood beside them at the window. “I hope he comes home soon. I’m getting worried.”

“I know Mrs. Wilde, I am too,” Judith gazed back out -- the only movement she saw was that of other mammals walking around and of gentle snow falling. She sighed worriedly when she felt a tug at her dress’ skirt.

It was little Felicia standing by her leg, “Mama? When is Papa coming home?”

Though Judith wasn’t certain herself, she simply replied, “Your father’s just running late again, Felicia. He’ll be home soon.”

“Is it because of Finn?” asked the small kit.

“Yes,” she replied forlornly.

Before the kit could ask anymore questions, the front door opened.

“Nicholas!” Judith exclaimed as she ran to him. “Where were you? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he said with a reassuring smile, though it was evident from his pinkish-red eyes that he had been crying. “I’m sorry if I took so long. I just wanted to spend a little extra time with him so he wouldn’t be alone on Christmas. After that, I decided to go to church to listen to some of the hymns in his place. I know he always used to like listening to them on Christmas Day.”

Judith smiled gently up to him, caressing his cheek, “I know he did. Thank you for going in his place, sweetheart.”

Nicholas nodded, his eyes growing a little glassy. “I…” he cleared his throat to prevent his voice from breaking, “I-I...I think I’m going to...go sit over there by the fire.”

Judith and the others watched him walk over to the chimney, all of them keeping a close eye on him but not one of them saying a word. He appeared okay, but there was something off about his step that made him look so hollow and dead inside.

Nicholas stopped by the chimney when he reached an empty chair that was sitting to one side of it. Beside the chair, there rested a small wooden crutch without an owner, carefully preserved -- just as the spirit had foretold.

Bogo laid eyes on it and felt his heart sink, “No…” he whispered quietly.

Nicholas stared quietly at the small crutch for a moment, then very slowly reached toward it with trembling paws. He took it into his shaking paws and stared at it longer, bringing it up close to his chest. Not a second later, he couldn’t take it anymore. His breathing became extremely erratic and his breath gave a violent hitch as he collapsed down on his knees to the floor, clutching the tiny crutch tightly against his chest, just over his broken heart.

“Nicholas!”

“Son!”

Cried Judith and Jonathan respectively, as they and the rest of their family dropped what they were doing and mad dashed over to Nicholas’ side. “Nicholas,” said Judith as she reached him first. Nicholas, still holding the crutch in one paw, quickly threw his arms around his wife’s waist and buried his face against her stomach.

“It’s my fault!” he wailed against her. His eyes streaming with tears.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around him to comfort him, “No, no, don’t say that! It’s not your fault.”

“Yes it is…” he wailed again, tightening his arms around her, “I failed him. I couldn’t save him. I should have...I should have...I should have done everything to save him and I didn’t! I should have hustled! Pick-pocketed! Done something! But I didn’t!...I didn’t…” he sobbed against her.

Bogo watched him somberly, “Wilde…”

He had never seen his normally cheerful employee look like this -- so broken and so fragile.

Nicholas sobbed, still clutching on tightly to his wife. Judith, who had now started crying herself after seeing her husband like this, did her best to comfort him between an equally broken heart and tears. “You did what you could.”

Nicholas shook his head, wiping his tears against her dress, “It wasn’t enough…” he croaked, “I should have done more...I should’ve...It’s all my fault...It’s all my fault…!”

Judith’s breath hitched as she brought his face up to hers, “No it’s not! It’s not!” she sobbed, her forehead pressed against his.

“It’s my fault…” Nicholas whimpered once more as they cried to one another’s faces.

The rest of their family couldn’t hold back their tears any longer and all huddled close around the two, hugging them as tight as they could, sobbing along with them.

Bogo kept his glassy eyes on his distraught employee, who kept crying endlessly. The cape buffalo hyperventilated, taking a couple of steps back in denial, “No, no. This can’t be happening!” He gripped at his head and then turned to the small spirit, grabbing him by his miniature shoulders and shaking him, “Spirit! Please tell me this isn’t happening! Tell me this all a dream and nothing more! Tiny Finn is still alive somewhere! Isn’t he? Isn’t he?!”

A harsh wind blew, blowing the spirit away as nothing more than an empty cloak in the wind. The wind grew more violent, forcing Bogo to close his eyes.

When the wind passed and the snow cleared, Bogo found himself in a cemetery. Before him, lay a small grave, where the tombstone read, ‘TINY’ FINN TIBERIUS WILDE (1838-1844)

“No!” Bogo wailed, falling to his knees. It was true, the boy was dead. That sweet innocent little kit who had so much mercy in his kind heart for Bogo -- despite how cruel the buffalo was to his father -- was dead. DEAD.

Bogo couldn’t believe it. How could such a horrible thing be true? Bogo legitimately found himself crying over the little kit’s grave. “How could I be so cruel to let this happen?” he asked himself as a tear streamed down his face.

Someone approached Bogo from behind. It was the small, cloaked spirit. Bogo sniffled and wiped away a tear, “Spirit, I didn’t want this to happen. Tell me these events can yet be changed.”

Bogo and the spirit’s attention was deviated toward some nearby laughter. A few graves away from them, a group of three brown weasels were shoveling dirt inside a rather large grave site. “Hahaha!” they guffawed, “I’ve never seen a funeral like this one!” said one weasel with a bowler hat and green overcoat.

“Aye, no mourners, no friends to bid him farewell,” concurred another weasel with a newsies cap that hid his eyes.

“You think that’s bad?” added a bug eyed weasel by the name of Duke Weaselton. “I swiped this off of him.” The bug eyed weasel held out a gold ring with the initials, ‘E.B.’ engraved on them.

Newsies cap weasel lifted the cap from his eyes as both he and the bowler weasel stared at the ring in awe. “Oy! Is that real gold you got there Duke?”

“Did you really swipe that off his dead carcass?” asked bowler weasel.

“You better believe it! I heard this guy was a real cheapskate in life, but it’s nice to know he’s become real generous in death! Hahaha!” laughed the bug eyed weasel. The other weasel’s joined in on the laughter.

“Oy fellas! How’s ‘bout we rest for a minute a’fore we fill it in, eh?” asked the bowler weasel.

“In the meantime, how ‘bout you treat us to some drinks, Duke?” asked the newsies weasel.

“Drinks? With this baby I could buy the pub!” declared a smug Duke.

“Why not?” said the bowler weasel. “We got time. It’s not like he’s goin’ nowheres. Hahahahaha!” the three weasels guffawed and left the open grave site.

Bogo and the small hooded spirit stood there watching them go. A curious Bogo stepped closer to the deep hole and peeked inside, “Spirit? Who-Whose lonely grave is this?”

“Who’s do ya think it is?” asked the small spirit with a deep masculine voice that was far too deep to match the small child like size of the spirit.

Bogo gasped, shaken by the sudden booming voice and stepped back, his foot slipping against the edge of the hole! He fell in, but not before gripping onto a thick tree root about a quarter of the way in. The terrified buffalo held on for dear life as he looked back down the hole and saw that it somehow became much, much steeper than it was before -- possibly even hundreds of feet deep.

The small spirit, removed his hood and revealed that he was a dwarf fennec fox. He looked down at Bogo with little to no care.

“Spirit! Help me! Please! Help me out of this unmarked grav--!”

The small fennec fox waved an arm over the tombstone, causing the dark shadows that covered it to move away and reveal the name marked on it. Bogo saw that the name engraved on the tombstone was: EBENEEZER BOGO

Bogo’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped in horror. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, “What? No. No that can’t be! There must be some mistake!”

“You sure about that?” asked the spirit, “Seems pretty clear to me that this is your grave, Ebeneezer Bogo.”

Just then, the echoing creak of an opening casket caught Bogo’s attention. He glanced down and saw that the wooden casket down below had indeed opened up all the way. Out from it, tall, bright, and fiery flames shot up at him, clawing at him, desperate to drag him down to his infernal punishment.

“No!” Bogo screamed in horror. “Spirit! Please! Help me! I don’t want to die!”

“Seems a little too late for that, don’t ya think?” said the spirit, pointing a thumb toward Bogo’s headstone.

“No!” Bogo shut his eyes, refusing to look at the name on the tombstone any further. “I don’t want that!”

“Well what do you want?” asked the spirit, pacing around the edge of the hole. “You can’t take your money down there with ya if that’s what you’re tryin’ to tell me.”

“I don’t want my money! I...I’m sorry!” Bogo cried with his eyes still closed.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you. Small ears y’know,” said the fennec fox sarcastically as he pointed to his large ears.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry for all I’ve done! I don’t want these shadows to be what is destined! Please! Please tell me that these are only the shadows of what may be rather than what will be!” The root Bogo was clinging to came a bit loose, causing him to move a couple of inches down. He held on tightly for dear life and tucked his legs in to prevent the fire from hitting his feet. “I-I mean, if a mammal were to change his life, then his life’s journey could also change! Please spirit! Say it so!”

“Do you ask me that only b’cause you’re afraid for yourself? Did you forget how your selfish ways affected the Wilde’s?!” scolded the spirit.

The root Bogo held onto, loosened a little more. He gasped in horror as he almost lost his grip, “No! No of course not! I haven’t forgotten Tiny Finn or the rest of the Wildes! I don’t want this horrible future for sweet little Finn or his family!” The root gave in a little more, “Aah! Help me spirit!”

“Help? You want help now? After you denied it to so many animals!”

The root further loosened, “I-I know I did! I was wrong! I was wrong about everything! I never wanted this future for Tiny Finn!”

“You sure it’s not the one you wanted? The kid was poor and part rabbit. And I could’ve sworn you said somethin’ along the lines of…” the fennec fox placed his hood over his head and brought it back down, morphing his face from his own to Bogo’s. He spoke to Bogo in the buffalo’s own voice, “‘If they would rather die, then they best do it fast and decrease the surplus population. Most notably you pesky hares and rabbits who don't stop overpopulating society enough as it is!’”

“Aah!” Bogo yelped in horror as he released the root with one of his hooves. As a result, he now dangled with one arm. This forced him to take a good look at the ravenous flames awaiting him down below. The spirit lifted and lowered his hood again, morphing his face back to a fennec fox’s.

“Please spirit!” Bogo cried, sincerely and desperately, “Please hear me! I am not the mammal I was! I will not be the mammal I would’ve been were it not for you and your fellow spirits! Why show me this if I’m past all hope! Take pity good spirit!! Assure me that I might change these shadows you’ve shown me by an altered life!!” The root gave way more and more, “I’ll change!!!” The spirit walked away as if unconvinced.

The root completely gave way and Bogo fell along with it, “I’LL CHAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaange…………….!!!!!” he screamed as he fell down, down, down, into the fiery red smoke of the awaiting fire.

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A/N: *sniff* You don’t know how much it hurt to write that scene with the Wilde’s. TwT

Plus, I just realized that Nick’s family would be even further doomed in this future if Bogo died as he was the only one willing to give Nick a job. O.O

#zootopia #wildehopps #nick x judy #judy x nick #a christmas carol #crossover #fanfic #continuing christmas gift #the gift that keeps on giving #christmas 2019 #happy new year #2020

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