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imagining-sio · 5 years

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Escapism II

Chapter 2: The Local Pain In The Ass

“How were the boys?” Edna asked as I stepped back into the shop. I stood firmly in the Forrest, a perplexed expression upon my face.

“They are certainly something.” I said wearily, most of the customers had left, and it was around the time Edna was supposed to leave.

“Well they certainly are,” she chuckled fondly, sweeping the broom in hand side to side.

“How come you didn’t tell me those were the ones in the biker gang?”

“Because they aren’t, honey. Are you seriously believing the gossip about those boys?”

“I mean, the evidence given-“

“The evidence given? It is he said she said- Don’t believe a word that comes out of Rumlow’s General store. That spoilt little rich boy is only spreading those rumors to get women’s attention.” She shook her head.

“Who is Rumlow?”

“Oh I forget you’re still new around here,” she set her broom upon the wall next to her apron.

“Brock Rumlow is the stepson of Alexander Pierce; the county sheriff. Pierce himself is of old money. But Brock, that boy took every worst quality in trade for being handsome. You best steer clear of that boy, and his group of friends.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. He doesn’t come around here does he?”

“Please, he won’t go anywhere near Barnes, not after the incident at the Witch’s Coven.”

“I’m sorry; did you just say Witch’s Coven?”

“Yes it’s the local dive bar, it’s just outside of town, you’d probably pass by it on your way home. A few years ago, there was a nasty bar fight between those boys. It didn’t end pretty. Brock got off Scott-free. James however.”

She didn’t have to elaborate at that point.

“Well, we should be heading home.”

“Wait I thought you said I would be closing.”

“Well I’m think we take the rest of the day off. Thomas won’t mind, as long as I have a say.” She winked at me. This old woman was up to no good. You could see it from a mile away.

“I won’t argue that.” I undid my apron and set it upon the hook. I helped clear everything off outside, bringing it in so that Edna wouldn’t have to exert herself.

I placed the chairs upside down upon the tables, in order to do one last sweep of the place. Edna inventories for tomorrow and made sure the books were back in stock. She easily finished before me, reminding me to lock up for the afternoon. I nodded and kept sweeping. I turned some music on as soon as she was out of earshot; blasting my phone to the highest volume. I began serenading the broom handle, and then dancing with it; eventually using it as the microphone. It certainly made cleaning a lot more fun.

I finished up sweeping placing the remaining lint in the waste bin. I removed the bag and replaced it with a new one. I grabbed my belongings and walked out the only entrance, the front. Making sure to carry the garbage at an arms length away.

I went around back to place it in the dumpster only to find someone ogling himself in Oliver’s reflection.

“Can I help you?” I threw the trash bag over the side of the dumpster, catching the mans attention. His hair was tight along the sides of his head, and heavily spiked on top. Almost like he used way to much hair product to keep it that way. He had chiseled features, his cheekbones could cut glass. Something seemed off about him. Maybe it was because I caught him ogling himself as if he was out of a musical where he tries to win a girls heart by forcing her to marry him. Or maybe it was because he wore a black turtleneck with a blazer. Those types of guys were the ones who thought they were hot shit and fainted it to everyone they framed lesser.

“Haven’t seen you around before,” he adjusted his jacket, coolly playing off that he wasn’t breathing heavily on my bronco.

“I’m new here.”

“So you’re the new girl I’ve been hearing so much about.”

“I take it your a local then?” I raised a brow.

“Not just any local sweetheart, I’m the local,” he cocked his head to the side. He leaned his arm in the hood as if he was treating my car as his own.

“A local who needs to get his arm off my hood?” I raised my brows expectingly, holding my keys in the one hand. The slight look of fear graced across his smug features.

“Funny I never pictured a girl like you driving a thing like this?” He tried to play it off again, clearly disregarding my mood and patience.

“I’m just full of surprises, local,” I shot back, clearly unamused.

“Well how bout I take you out tonight and we’ll see how surprising you really are?” He blocked my path to my driver side door.

“Please move,” I said, my right hand slyly going into my purse, frantically searching for the pepper spray.

“Not till I hear an answer sweet thing,” he smirked.

“I don’t even know your name, what makes you think I’m gonna give you an answer.”

A motorcycle engine cut into the conversation. I swore I heard the man growl, not in the friendly way.

“Hey, is he bothering you miss.” I heard the voice. I turned my head to find my neighbor. Surprise graced my face, over his black shirt was an acid washed denim jacket. The way he sat in the matte black motorbike was making his thighs far larger than they should have been. He bore no helmet, his brunette locks shone brightly in the afternoon sun.

“Get lost Barnes, we’re having a conversation.”

“Really, what’s her name?” He smirked. The man stood silently boiling.

“Well Brock?”

“Fuck you Barnes!”

“I don’t swing that way buddy, sorry to disappoint.” His smirk only grew wider as the man, now known to me as Brock, turned beat red with anger, walking away. My shoulders slumped in relief as he rounded the corner.

“I thought he’d never leave.” I unlocked good ole Oliver and tossed my purse in the passenger seat.

“Yeah, he’s like a disease I swear.” Barnes chuckled.

“Thanks for the save, I thought I was gonna have to pull out old faithful here,” I gestured to my pepper spray. His eyes widened at the sight.

“Brock is harmless, really. He’s all bark no bite.” He shrugged.

“I’m not the kind of person who will take that kind of risk.” I put the can of pressurized blinding spray back into my vehicle.

“I noticed.”

“Do you now? What have you been watching me, neighbor?” I crossed my arms, shutting the door with a loud resounding thud.

“Hard not to when we’re the only two on the street.” He snapped back.

“Still doesn’t explain the ‘cute neighbor’ part. Just how would you know that if I haven’t seen nor spoke two minutes with you,” I glanced at my watch, “One of those minutes being right now.”

His mouth went slack. He scratched the back of his neck, the collar around his shirt loose ring, revealing the taut muscle beneath the black fabric.

“There is no good answer for that is there?” He said sheepishly, a red tint brushing across his cheeks.

“And that is the reason why I carry pepper spray.” I got back into my bronco, turning over the engine.

“See you round, neighbor.” I gave a condescending wave to him as I pulled out of the parking lot and drove home.

The sun was shining just right over the mountain, and it’s light shimmer across the lakeside. The wind blew the scent of the water into the vehicle, and allowed that nice summer breeze to rid the hot summer heat to something more bearable.

I arrived at the house, immediately going to my room to put on something more comfortable. I put on the black leggings with the racing stripe down the sides and oversized grey sweatshirt. I grabbed my bottle of wine and glass, waltzing outside to enjoy my nightly sunset upon the lake. I planted myself in the chair upon the landing, popping the cork open and pouring myself a glass of rosé.

I looked over the lake, a few boats were out enjoying themselves on a nice evening. Whether they were fishing or out to enjoy the sunset. One boat however was as if it were in the x games. It was weaving between the others, making sure to splash them. A sense of dread grew exponentially as the boat started hurling toward me. I barely had a chance to cover my wine before a large wave hit me square in the face. The force of the wave was hard enough to knock me off my chair, sending me into the lake itself.

I heard a large group laughing at me as they sped off, and I by the time I was able to climb back up and give them a piece of my mind they were long gone. Probably some stupid rich man’s teenager thinking he could do whatever he wanted.

I wrung our the hem of my beloved sweatshirt, removing it to reveal the black halter crop top beneath. I angrily marched back into my house placing the sweater and leggings immediately in the wash. I changed into a pair of light jeans and white trainers. I walked out the front door to grab one of my cardigans I had left in the bronco, Oliver.

I regretted the instant I walked out the front door. I looked up to find Barnes parking himself in the garage, walking up to his mailbox, flitting his keys around the key ring between his fingers. He didn’t seem to notice me, to which I was glad. So I kept walking toward my vehicle. I opened the door, searching for the desired item while my feet were still latched to the cement driveway.

“C’mon where is it?” I said to myself in frustration. This day was only getting worse at this rate. I shit the door with a loud slam, moving toward the trunk; lifting it above my head. As soon as I opened the trunk I found what I was looking for.

“Aha!” I snatched it up from the floor, instantly putting it on, making sure to cuff the sleeves to where they were three quarter length. I shut the trunk, satisfied with my expedition. I looked back over to find my neighbor staring at me, eyebrows raised and mail in hand.

“Neighbor,” I said before walking back to the door. I went to turn the knob, but found myself unable to. I tried again, and again; each time growing more fervent.

This was not happening.

“Hey Neighbor,” I heard a male voice, his breath upon the back of my neck, causing chills to run up my spine. It took me back to a time I did not want to remember at a time like this. I instinctively elbowed the figure behind me, before whirling around to see the potential assailant.

“Whoa! Hey, it’s just me!” Bucky was doubled over, his arms clutching his stomach. Horror spread across my face.

“Oh my god! I’m sorry!”

“No it’s fine,” He wheezed.

“Don’t sneak up on people,” I said as I helped him stand upright. I looked at him, noticing that he nose was bloody.

“What happened?” I asked, my hands instinctively moving to check the cut on his forehead.

“Nothing,” he grabbed hold of my wrist with his right hand, his expression turning cold. It only made my blood run hot.

“That doesn’t look like nothing,” I snapped back.

“Well, will it make you feel better is I said that the other guy looks worse.”

“I don’t condone fighting,” I said to him.

“Funny coming from a girl who can really pack a punch.” He looked at my door, “You locked out?”

“It would appear so.”

“I take it that pepper spray can is in there?”

“Yes,” I eyed him carefully.

“I can unlock the door; but you have to promise not to spray me when I’m done.”

“I’m letting you break into my house.”

“Alright then.” He backed up a few steps, enough to no longer stand under the small pediment awning roof above the door. He jumped up, his hands gripping the gutter. I on the other hand was turning beat red due to I was having a front row to his exposed stomach, exposing not only his very obvious v-line, but his happy trail starting from his belly button and vanishing beneath his belt line.

A few moments later he was onto the roof, climbing through the open window of my bedroom. I was slightly alarmed by how easily that he could climb in and through my window. Not a minute later my front door opened, with my handsome neighbor was on the other side.

“Love what you’ve done with the place,” he said as I walked in. I could only give him a mocking glare as I stepped into my home.

“Thank you, now kindly leave,”

“Wow, tough crowd.”

“I’m not much of the crowd you’re looking for, Mr. Barnes.” I folded my cardigan over my chest.

“Please call me Bucky, Mr.Barnes sounds like my father.”

“Or I just call you neighbor and you go back to your house.”

“You really want me outta here don’t you?”

“Nothing would make me happier.” I ushered him out my door.

“Wow, Wanda would love you. You should drop by The Witch’s Coven; tonight is ladies night you know.”

“So you’re interested in a girls night out situation? What you wanna go out for mani-pedi’s” I scoffd mockingly.

“N-no! Just, I think you two would get along is all! I’m not trying to-,” He stuttered over his words, a bright pink tint flush across his face.

“One thing you should know about women, my dear neighbor. Us women, we don’t like being told what to do.” I gave a self satisfying smirk as I shut the door on his agape expression.

I didn’t bother to check and see if he left, I simply went back upstairs and hid from the world under my bedsheets.

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It had been a week since I had any encounter with my neighbor. All I had gotten were fleeting glances, whether in his shop as I came to drop of coffee with Thor, or if they were all congregated in his garage. The group was certainly more welcoming than I had initially thought. Nothing could have initially preppared me for how blaise they were in their nature.

Today, the mood was certainly different.

I came by with Thor, whom upon my meeting of the crew, they had specifically requested I bring them coffee from now on; carrying coffe’s as well as pastries in hand. Clouds grew over the sky; a harsh wind whipped through the main street, I hadn’t put on any coat this morning, mainly because I was running late for work.

“They say it’s gonna storm tonight.” Thor drew conversation as we entered the shop. It was strange, he was quite restrained in his tone.

“Really,” I asked, looking up at his towering form.

“I suggest that you stay inside tonight.” He said before we started handing out drinks to their respective owners. It seemed strange for him to give me warning, let alone speak of something ill will coming. He wasn’t much of a religious person; then again I don’t know much about these people.

“Morning, (Y/N)!” Steve greeted me, I immediately noticed the bandage upon his cheek, a slight red tint upon it.

“What happened there?”I asked as I handed him his drink.

“O-oh, this?” He jittered, “It’s nothing.” He chuckled with feigned certainty. Steve didn’t seem like someone who would lie, considering he seemed really bad at it. I’ll let it slide, just this once.

“Right,” I smiled at him; “You can just tell me if you fell down the stairs, you know.”

“It wouldn’t be the frist time.” Sam muttered as he sipped his beverage. Every one seemed to look on edge, it was beginning to become contagious on my account.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, Barnes is in a mood.” Sam replied, a grimace marking his face.

“When isn’t he?” Natasha walked past, hugging me as she went to pick up her danish.

“Well, if Rumlow would shut his mouth we wouldn’t be in this shithole.”

“Shithole?” Scott shot up, as the initial owner of this place, of course he would take offense.

“Look, lets just drop it. The best we can do is just lay low and stay out of trouble. All we have to do tonight is keep Buck from doing anything stupid, and that’s what we’re gonna do.” Steve’s authorative voice shut everyone down.

“You guys know I’m still here right?” I asked, making all of them pale.

Just as Steve opened his mouth the door from the office slammed open. I almost dropped the last drink in hand it was so loud. It felt like a bomb going off, but it only hieghtened the tension to the whole shop. I watched as my neighbor marched through the shop, a bold black and purple bruise under his eye, his lip split, clealry dishevled. The bruise wasnt fresh, but it had to have happened either the night before or the penolument before then. The look in his eyes were a raging sea, ready to capsize any object in its way.

No one dared speak for the frist few minutes as he went about to working on the nearest project. I simply handed the blonde adonis his best friend’s beverage and left.

I was to close up in the evening, Edna and Thomas were going out of town for the weekend. Since they were so kind, (and wealthy), they gave me overtime and let me off for the weekend.

As I was sweeping the floor, the door opened. I looked up seeing the man from last week who was ogling my vehicle.

“Well, well, well,” This time he was accompanied by two of his rather large and very intimidating friends.

“If it isn’t the new girl; now why would you be working in a slum like this.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it a slum, Local,” I replied, the grip on the broomstick hardening. In the distance thunder clashed in the skies above.

“Anywhere near the shitpile shop over there is a slum in my book.” He hiked his thumb and pointed directly at the auto shop I was previously in this morning.

“I haven’t had a problem with them.”

“Thats because you shouldn’t assoiciate with them, sweetheart,” He took a step closer to me; to which I promptly took three steps backward. His two friends roamed around the store, feigned interest in the books. They were clearly there to initmidate. I knew this play, I had experienced it before. I was dissapointed that I would be experiencing it again so soon.

“I dunno if you know anything about the female species, Local; but you don’t tell them what to do.” I stood defiantly.

“Well they should listen if they know what’s good for them.” He sneered. I tried to back away from him as he quickly approached me, but I was blocked in by the cake display case. In addition, he blocked my exit from one side with his arm. My grip upon the broomstick went bone white. I watched as he nodded his head, and his two bodygaurds went to the front door, locking it as they left. Alarm bells were going off in my head. This was not good. Not good at all.

“You see sweetheart, me and you new neighbor don’t really get along. And he seems to be a constant pain in my ass. But you, you can get close to him, can’t you? You’re his sweet, cute, little neighbor. So, I’ll be generous with you. You get close to him; and then you relay everything about him to me. If you do, I won’t let anything happen to you.” he smiled, it only made me quiver with fear.

“If you don’t. Well, I can’t say it won’t end all sunshine and rainbows.”

This whole scenario I was in was starting to become a broken record. I leave a town because of men like this; I run like a scared little child. I came here to start fresh. I shouldn’t be scared of this wannabe when I ahd already expirenced somethign far worse than the real thing.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

“Are you done with the whole Godfather act?” I raised a brow. I swatted his hand off of the display, moving behind the counter, continuing with my cleaning.

“I don’t know if you have noticed, Mr.Local; but I’m not the type of person who takes orders from self entitled assholes who need human gaurd dogs to compensate for his micropenis.”

I gave him a glance, watching the sweat bead down his angered explression. I clearly hit a nail somewhere in that sentece.

“You’re asking me to basically commit espionage. And for your puny brain you may not know that is the criminal term for Spying on somebody. For your information, I will do no such thing. I am not about to compromise my morals for you, or anyone. So let me make myself as clear as I can. If you come down here to try to threaten me again, I will shove this broom up your ass. Now get out of my store, and do not come back.”

“You will regret this, honey.” He poitned atme angrily. I cackled in response.

“No I won’t. Now get out before I get my pepper spray.” I watched as he turned heel and left, making a point to slam the door on his way out. I walked over and flipped the open sign to ‘closed’, and triple checking that the locks were all botled shut. I lowered the shades and sat down at the nearest table. At that point only I slumped into the seat, a large exhale escaping my lips. I could feel tears ready to burst, I couldn’t believe this was hppening. I held my head in my hand atop the table, racking on how I ended up in this situation in the first place.

A sudden know at the door made me jump out of my skin. It was a soft rapping, the shadow clearly wasn’t the one whom had just left; but I didn’t wat to take any chances. I gripped the pepper spray in my apron.

“Hey neighbor, I just wanted to check and see if everything is alright?” Barnes’ voice made me relax, which in itself was odd. At the moment I couldnt care less. I walked up to the door, peering betwen the blinds, finding my neighbor on the other side; more bloody than I saw him this morning.

I quickly unlocked the door and swung it open.

“What happened?!” I aksed, just as the thunder rumbled, and the rain began to deluge.

“It’s nothing.” He grimaced.

“You look like you just got you ass handded to you; how is that nothing?”

A loud expensive looking suv whizzed by, its engine roaring extremely loud. Most like the muffler had been taken off as to why it was unusally loud.

“To be fair the other guy looks worse.” he shrugged.

“Where are you Barnes!” Mr. Local’s voice rang through the streets as the SUV made its way back up the main street. My neighbor paled as he stood drenched in the rain. I rolled my eyes, stepping aside to let him in the shop.

He dashed inside before the car drove past. I flipped off the car, knowing full well it was Rumlow. I closed the door and locked it again, all four of them.

“Why is it every time I see you; you somehow are always beat up?” I asked drying my hands on my apron.

“It’s a gift.” He chuckled, only to regret it by coughing violently.

“C’mon, I’ll give you a ride home.”

“You don’t need to do that.” He protested.

“Look, it’s not like I don’t know where you live.” I quickly rebutted; “Also, I assume that you probably saw that asshole and his cronies walk in a while ago otherwise you wouldn’t be over here in the first place. Which means you either decided to play vigilante and get your ass kicked or you were just in the wrong place and got your ass kicked.”

“Why is it that you think I am getting my ass kicked?” He cracked a charming smile.

“Have you looked in the mirror?”

“You trying to tell me I’m ugly?”

“You said it, not me.” I gave him a shit-eating grin in response to his deadpan face.

“You’re hilarious.” He said unamused.

“That’s why your buddies bring me around the shop isn’t it?” I hung up my apron, grabbing my purse and keys.

“Yeah well, maybe I’m not apart of that crowd.”

“You trying to use my words against me?” We walked out the back door, I hurriedly locked the back door. We dashed into the bronco, desperate not to get drenched further.

“Perhaps.” He heaved as he sat himself into the passenger seat. I tossed my purse into the back, sticking the keys into the ignition.

“Or is this your polite way of saying I’m not your type?” I backed out of the small lot and onto the road, quickly sticking the gearshift into drive and roaming down the road out of town.

“You said it not me?” He parroted me with a smile. I rolled my eyes, but could not withhold the smile growing upon my own lips.

The putter pattern of the rain felt like it was the sound of a power washer by the silence between us. The only foreign sound was passing vehicles, for my radio had long since been broken.

“This thing work?” My passenger began to fiddle with the said device.

“Nah, gave out after I passed through Kansas.” I flinched as the thunder shook the earth.

“You should drop this off by the shop tomorrow, I’m sure we got a spare lying around somewhere.” He said, turning his head to look out the window. His statement almost made me swerve.

“Why would I do that?” I asked him, gaining control over my composure, thankful that he didn’t catch the slip.

“Cause it’s neighborly,” he shrugged, supporting his chin on his hand.

“Is that you’re excuse for everything?”

“Nah,” he cracked a wide grin; “just you.”

It made my heart lurch. I hated how he could do that so easily. Time I made him feel the same.

“So, neighbor;” I started, “wanna tell me why Steve had a bandage on his face this morning?”

“He ran into a pole.”

“He told me he fell down the stairs,” I replied quickly, having his tense reaction. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he gnawed on his plump bottom lip.

“Fine, you caught us. We run a fight club. But now that I just broke the first rule; I’m gonna have to kill you over it.” He said with a serious expression.

“You broke a rule, that’ll cost you honey....”

“P-please, stop,”

In a gut reaction I slammed on the brakes; making his head hit my dashboard. Luckily we were on our street, so there was no immediate traffic to either make the situation worse, or honk at me till kingdom come.

I held onto the steering wheel with a vice grip. My breathing quickened, becoming more shallow. I could feel my thoughts racing a mile a minute, with the wrong kind of memories spewing back and forth.

“Hey! Hey! I was kidding!!” Barnes’ voice was slowly becoming muffled. A far more foul voice was echoing in my head.

It wasn’t until I felt a soft touch upon my hand I was drawn out of my train of thought. I looked over to see the extremely concerned face of my neighbor. My handsome neighbor.

“I was kidding; I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, (Y/N),” he said with wide eyes. Those blue eyes, one I was so afraid of; were nothing but soft when he locked his gaze with mine.

“I won’t do it again,” the corners of his mouth twitched upwards. I felt his thumb rub the back of my hand. I took a deep breath.

“Look, I’ll just go. I know I took it too far, goodnight (Y/N),” he opened the door and exited the vehicle in the pouring rain.

“It’s not your fault,” I spoke before he could close the door.

“What?”

“It’s not your fault.” I looked up at him, giving a sad smile; “I’m just a little, tense, is all.”

“Well, I hope you won’t have to feel tense around me. You know where to find me if you ever wanna talk about it. Goodnight (Y/N), thanks for the lift.”

“Anytime, Neighbor.”

“It’s Bucky,” he corrected with a kind smile.

“Right, Bucky.” I nodded in approval, before chuckling.

“What?” He scoffed.

“Sounds like a sexual euphemism.” I snorted, watching as his face turned beat red.

“It’s definitely not that!!” I burst out laughing at his childish reaction. He slammed the door and marched into his house.

“Hey! You should come over tomorrow!” He hollered across the street. I rolled my eyes, a wide smile on my lips as I walked through my front door.

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odogaronfang · 7 years

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Hey, can I hear about your Breath of the Wild au? It sounds cool

thank u so much for asking and i’m sorry i made u wait for this!!

i’m actually kinda in the process of redesigning them so i might post some sketches later but basically

[yeesh this got long ill put a readmore]

-vio is half-sheikah and a traveling merchant, wanders hyrule foraging and hunting and selling things, makes a lot of money because he’ll bring his wares places they wouldn’t usually be found (for example, bringing lurelin great sea fish to the gerudo desert). he has extensive knowledge of hyrule’s topography and flora and fauna, and enough history under his belt to know where to avoid, or just be very prepared for. he doesn’t stay in one place much, the sheikah in kakariko will lend him a room when he stops by, but he did buy out that empty house in hateno and uses that as HQ, mostly in the winter when it’s dangerous and foolhardy to be on the roads.

-blue started as a hylian spearfisher in lurelin village. she grew up there, the people that cared for her are still there. but life as a fisherwoman is very slow and not at all the kind of life she wanted to lead, so when she was 16 she snuck off in the middle of the night and hauled ass to the lakeside stable near lake floria, used the money she’d made from fishing to rent a horse until she could find and tame her own, and abandoned lurelin. she left a note, told everyone what she was up to, but didn’t go back for a long time. now she goes back a lot, it’s how she makes her living after all, spreads lurelin’s good name and gets them (and herself) lots of business.

-shadow is a merchant as well, sort of, sells really only meat and the odd gems and precious materials he can scrounge. it’s more a side-job, a way to get pocket money, because mostly he bums off the others- takes some fish and crabs from blue’s hauls to sell, stays at vio’s house during the winters, you get the picture. no one’s sure of his origin; everyone just assumes hylian. his dirty little secret is that he’s an ex-yiga, successfully emancipated. not something he wants to share with anyone, obviously. because of that, though, he’s inherently and irreparably tied to ganon- and, by extension, the blood moon. it isn’t something he shares until years after he’s met the squad™ and gotten comfortable with them, and that’s a main driving point in the au for me: finding out how (and if it’s possible) to free shadow from ganon’s influence.

-green is half-gerudo and raised fully hylian, in a more or less single-parent household, as his mother has many duties to attend to in the gerudo royal guard. he’s very close with his father and they probably send postcards back and forth even if they only travel to the market. he works as a mercenary of sorts: a for-hire monster slayer. he’s a huge history buff, has always loved reading about ganon and his previous incarnations, and was enamored with the idea of being in the princess’s guard detail since he was very little. that, of course, is not possible, so monster-hunting is the next best thing (he’s deathly afraid of keese, though.) he really likes shield surfing even though he’s not great and usually ends up with scraped knees and a dented shield afterwards. and if he isn’t fulfilling a contract or rolling down hills or hanging with his dad he’s probably gardening. he likes gardening. (he sucks at gardening. everything dies. even cacti.)

-red is zelda’s (not the princess) little brother. he’s not really sure what he wants to do quite yet, but he, unlike green, is good at gardening and sometimes helps out hateno’s farmers for some money, and sometimes just because he’s a nice person. also, he found out while trying to make zelda a birthday gift that he’s very good at the more delicate parts of metalworking, stuff like wire-wrapping and the intricate designs like the zora do. he’s thinking about following through with that, but it’s not a definite. he likes exploring a lot, too, but he was never given any formal training in fighting, so he’s leery of it until he gets some proper instruction from the others.

-zelda is not THE zelda, in this au. she was named after The Princess Zelda™ as an honor and a tribute to the latent princess, as many have come to call her. she bears the name with pride (as she should). she’s a seamstress, mostly, with a good eye for detail, and aspiring to learn the spear, because, yknow, weapons are fun, and she needs to protect her little bro. she’s not always with the squad, she has things to attend to in hateno and needs to develop her trade, but when she does she absolutely kicks green off his throne and starts calling the shots, with vio as her tactical advisor and blue as her bodyguard. also she doesn’t let anything near red, ever. she kicks ass, end of story.

some fun, random facts:

-vio’s horse’s name is mocha. he got her when she was just a filly, and raised her himself. and as a silly, literal-minded child, her coat reminded him of coffee. (she’s a sooty bay quarter horse with a mane like a palomino’s, and an irregular blaze and snip on her face.)

-do not, ever, challenge blue to a spar. she’ll knock you on your ass with her spear in .5 seconds. she also teaches zelda how to work a spear. technically the form isn’t correct, as she was brought up taught how to spearfish, but it works well enough.

-red is insanely resistant to changes in temperature. he and zelda lived in hebra for a little over a decade, before their mother died and they moved to hateno. zelda bundles up in 4+ layers if the temperature dips below 70, but red? 40 degrees, he’s out in shorts and a tank top. he lives. whenever they kill a wizzrobe he’s given its rod. no one else can be trusted. he also makes killer hot chocolate.

-green is very good with history but can’t be trusted with maps. he just… doesn’t know how to read them, somehow. if you ask him where any historical landmark is he can give you its coordinates, latitude and longitude and regional climate, but hylia help him if he has to use a map.

-zelda, practiced as she is with her fingers from all her years of seamstressing, is an excellent pickpocket. she doesn’t admit it, and doesn’t want people to know for fear of tarnishing the good noble name of zelda. but she can take your wallet, your keys, your child and your heart and you’d be none the wiser. how could such a sweet girl with such a dignified name do anything of the sort?

-much as shadow likes to brag about being the “””tough guy”””, hes Not. sees a keese? screams. moblin? nope, let the other guys take this one. he and green do bond over hating keese. but otherwise he’s mercilessly teased, once he’s found out. it’s part of the reason he ditched the yiga- too many dealings with those things. he eventually gets over it, because he has to, but he is NOT happy about it.

-red and zelda kick ass at snow surfing. it was their favorite thing to do when they lived in hebra. they’d put selmie to shame. they can shred a mountain like shawn white all day and go back for more the next morning. don’t dispute their titles. it will end poorly for you.

-blue whittles. it’s a big stress reliever, keeps her hands busy, and it was a necessary skill in lurelin, where new fishing spears had to be made nearly every day. she’s also pretty good at basket weaving, for the same reasons, although the lack of sharp objects in it pushes her more towards whittling.

-vio makes his own bows and arrows. along the same vein as blue’s whittling, it’s something to do and at least that way he’s assured of its quality. sometimes they trade projects, or they’ll randomly etch things into vio’s bow, like a strange and permanent game of telephone. more than once she’s carved a dick into his bow. it would be covered in them if vio didn’t find a way to make them into abstract works of art. he tried to retaliate, once, and carved one into the staff of blue’s spear. she picked it out in gold leaf and wore it like a badge of honor until that particular spear broke (embedded in a lynel’s flank). your move, vio.

-they split the task of making food, usually:

green is good at cooking, insofar that vegetables/herbs are involved. if you add meat it’ll taste like garbage. but he’s very good with vegetables.

zelda is insanely good with spices and sauces and if you let her she’ll burn your tongue out. they get into competitions, to see who can withstand her stuff the longest. no one can beat her. she is feared and respected. mostly feared.

blue does the seafood, predictably. it’s a delicate and precise art, of which she is the master. usually she’s a huge fan of spices but on seafood she vetoes it (most of the time) because, as she puts it, “it’ll be f-ckin’ delicious without anything on top”. she’s right.

vio does all the fancy stuff. as a kid he’d get bored and just read whatever he could get his hands on- many of them were cookbooks. so if they’re looking for a big meal with a lot of weird obscure and really good (if small-portioned) stuff they’ll get him on it, and he delegates helpers from there depending on the dish.

red does mostly bread and desserts, his specialty being pastries and honey candies, and really anything heavily sugar-based. sometimes he’ll saute things in honey and it’s honestly to die for, even though a lot of it sounds kinda weird, like honey-glazed chicken thigh. just trust him. also his pasties are in VERY high demand on long journeys.

shadow is bad at most things but he’s actually really good at soups, mostly because all it entails is throwing things in a pot with salt water and butter and waiting. he just has a good sense for what to throw in. other than that please never let him in a kitchen. he’ll burn it down, and then somehow manage to burn the ashes. trust red, don’t trust shadow.

-there’s a running joke that green was some kind of forest spirit in a previous life. wild animals will just walk right up to him as though they’ve known him a lifetime. deer will approach him, rabbits hop right up, foxes trail him, birds have landed on his head. no one knows why. he likes to name them, and gives them scraps of his dinner. it’s a sad affair when shadow, oblivious or just apathetic, makes them into the night’s dinner, but at least it’s made with love. green might (definitely) cry a little bit.

-vio has long hair, and one of the favorite traveling games to play is to see how much shit they can get into it before he notices. leaves, twigs, burrs, feathers, small rocks, literally anything is fair game as long as you can sneak it in without him knowing. and if there’s a special occasion, and everyone’s all dressed to the 9′s, and vio’s got his hair done up, they play a different game where they sneak the pins out of his hair one by one. whoever pulls the pin that undoes it completely loses and has to take responsibility for the whole thing. bets are placed, and vio absolutely gets revenge wherever possible. it doesn’t stop them.

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