"Beauty and the Blue Eyed Beast"
by Mase992 (-chan)
(A/N): First off, even if the title is misleading, this story isn't based on Disney's Beauty and the Beast. It's not the typical fanfic where the characters are placed as the ones from the movie and follow the same plot with a few twists (not that there are any problems with those fics, actually I love them to death). This story is different in many ways and it's far from following the happy Disney storyline.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from "The Legend of Zelda", Shigeru Miyamoto does and also Nintendo.
Prologue:
"Beginnings"
Silk and linen shifted under the weight of an adjusting silhouette. The hazy, Plutonian nightlight peeked through the crevices of the marble walls, reflecting shadows of cobalt and azure under sheets and white dikes. The forms hiding among feather pillows and cushions emerged with a long exhale of satisfaction, exposing their bare skin to the nightly light. Breastplates flexed atop a muscular back and tanned skin as the first body― a male― placed himself in a more comfortable position while clutching a pillow under his strong arms. Sharp features glanced to his side, messy blond hair falling to the side of his face in the process, and intense blue eyes met with the clearer colour of the second owner's gaze. A smile crept its way across his features and the look of his orbs softened at the sight next to him: the pale moonlight outlined the curving figure of a female. Her fair skin was delicate to the touch of the frosty moon's radiance resembling a frigid statue of a goddess. Her breasts bare to the ethereal winds of night, the belle shivered slightly at the cool breeze that came through the open window and hid her petite shoulders and figure among the creamy cloth.
The beau, still porting a smile, ran his fingers smoothly on her cheek and then took a long strand of her wheat hair. He tangled his fingers among the golden bang and brought it to his nose, inhaling the fresh odor of her perfume. She looked at him lovingly, a smile never leaving her face.
"That was wonderful..." she broke the silence as she began tracing the muscles on his back with a finger.
"Wonderful? That ought to be phenomenal, Princess." He teased grasping her hand and planting a silent peek on the frail skin.
Laughing, she snatched her limb back, "You never cease with the formalities, do you?"
He shrugged slightly, a joking tone familiar in his following words, "Should I? Not doing so would take me straight to the gallows."
She beamed even wider at his comment and then wrapped her slim arms around his nude shoulders. "This would take you to the gallows you blabber-mouth."
"Worth the risk." He breathed running his hand across her cheek and slowly reaching down her neck and back up her face, his fingers stopping below her mouth, tracing her rosy lips.
She gave him a mocking glance as he placed his body on top of hers, closing out all the distance between their skin and breaths.
"You implying something?"
He smirked, "But Princess, I would never!" And he leaned downward aiming at her mouth and locked their lips in a passionate kiss.
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"Sire, the guards have reported sightings of those dark-skinned monsters on Kakariko Gorge the past week. We've sent parties to the West Gate of the moat to stop any attacks coming from that direction as ordered. " Announced a man clad in green armor and chain mail. Multiple eyes were set upon him inside the throne room. Sitting on a majestically ornamented stone seat was King Harkinian III, brushing his snow mustache out of nervousness. His grey eyes peered down at the herald with certain sternness and the green man decided to stand to his gaze.
"Well done Sir Link." Boomed a deep voice as the characteristic tall silhouette of a Gerudo surged from behind a pillar in the room. His body was shadowed by the poorly lit back of the chamber but the armored Hylian and the sovereign easily noticed his hellish eyes among the dark drapes. Brown skin and muscles revealed itself under tons of armor and a flowing, tattered cape.
"Dragmire..." breathed the Hylian with hostility. Blue and red clashed as soon as their gazes met.
Scoffing, the Gerudo turned his back at him and bowed grandly at the king. "Your Highness, if I may?" He turned to look at the elderly monarch and waited for his approval nod. "I am well aware of the situation our country and us are in at the moment, so I suggest a new technique in order to defend ourselves."
Now it was the armored Hylian's turn to scoff. "What ever do you appeal for us to do now? Kill ourselves battling?"
The Gerudo's eyes snapped back at him with a deadly glare.
"What is it that you suggest in this hour Ganondorf?" Came a new voice, softer than the others but still as firm and formal as them. Staring down at the bowing Gerudo and the Hylian was a maiden covered in velvet dressings and jewelry. A silver crown was nestled on top of the bustling cascade of her golden hair. Her sky-blue eyes pierced straight through the desert man's orbs, ordering him to look at the ground, something she couldn't quite achieve with the second male.
"What Sir Link has done up until now has proven worthy and resourceful. Surely you don't claim that his and our efforts to support Castle Town with provisions and protection have proven fruitless."
Link thanked her in his mind, or rather, knew that he would have to thank her properly that night.
"With all due respect Princess," mumbled the scolded Ganondorf, "I believe that even if we could handle a siege for at least a month, Hyrule's resistance is... lacking."
Link's eyes sharpened and his expression darkened at Ganondorf's words.
"Carry on." Commanded the King, still brushing his whiskers. He had to hear all the possible options when it came to maintaining his kingdom's security and lifestyle.
"Yes, sire." Ganondorf leered triumphantly at Link and then proceeded to meet eyes with His Highness. "Our current position is all but defensive. It is weak, pointless, and leads to a dead end."
The princess and Link frowned at this. The Hylian coughed disturbed making note that he, the main planner was still there.
"We don't need to hear the rumors to know that the enemy is powerful and it is quite obvious that we're outflanked. And by not sending our soldiers to battle we have been pined to a wall and named ourselves as cowards. We have turned into the prey easily. So I say, we attack now. Take the offensive side of the coin and when these monsters are less than prepared we strike!" Ganondorf bore a devilish smirk as he said these words.
"An ambush?"
"Yes, I assure you that they would never see that move coming. We could even send Gerudo parties to their establishments as spies. They could even start the kill so when we attack they are less in numbers."
"Is naught but bloodshed the only thing in your mind, Ganondorf?"
The dark-skinned man glanced at Link with a frown.
"Nay, kid. I believe I'm best to say what's good for the safety of this country and I believe this to be the only way."
"You would only be sentencing those men to death!"
"It's the same as sitting in our asses doing nothing and waiting for the end!"
"ENOUGH!" echoed the elderly king's voice. "I will not tolerate any brawling in my presence."
Link and Ganondorf both looked down ashamed. "Please excuse our impertinence, Your Highness."
"Even if you are my Commander in Arms & Strategy and my Royal Advisor I will not allow you to refrain from your titles and manners!" Scolded the ruler, now standing and with his chubby face flustered with anger.
"Father... please sit down." The princess requested in worry for his health. Harkinian sighed and seated once again on his velvet cushion.
"Ganondorf, your request will be discussed by the Parliament this evening. Sir Link, for now we're on a waiting position. You may leave, the both of you."
Both males muttered a "Yes, your Highness", bowed, and left the grand salon. Link, as usual decided that he didn't want anything to do with that man and walked at a faster pace, leaving Ganondorf a few feet behind. The desert man walked at a steady pace with a confident expression marking his features.
"I assume that you still ought to thank your blondie for today's role."
Link stopped in his tracks and glanced back to the perpetrator. "What do you know Ganondorf?" he hissed menacingly receiving a pleased smirk from Ganondorf. Actually, he hadn't expected less from the man.
"Sleeping with the Princess won't help you in taking important decisions any longer, Sir Link." He referred to his name and title with mocking gestures and as if he was spitting poison from his tongue. The Hylian's muscles tensed as the blood of his veins rushed throughout his body with anger. He couldn't help to control the feeling or lunging himself on the bastard.
"Don't treat me as if we were on the same level, Ganondorf."
The desert man burst out a laugh. The deep voice resounding across the darkened corridors. Link frowned at his reaction.
"Yes, you're right. I wouldn't expect myself to fall as lowly as you." Their eyes clashed once more, water mixing with fire in a bubbling cauldron of turmoil.
"Neither would I..." Link scoffed before he turned his back to Ganondorf and continued on his way. He was sure that Zelda was waiting for him already.
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A frown marked her beautiful face as soon as their lips parted. His form cowered by the gaze she was giving him, beckoning him to surrender to her charms and judging his every move.
"What happened to you? You seem... distant."
He sighed and looked down. He couldn't bare the pain that her blue eyes were inflicting on him so easily. He thought about the desert man's words and read their many meanings, his heart flinching with every possible answer. Her hand's warmness rubbed his cheek and demanded for his attention but he couldn't bring himself to do doing it. Not tonight. His azure orbs avoided contact with hers.
"It's nothing... I'm just not in the mood."
She sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck and rested her head on his bare shoulders. He placed his left hand over hers.
"What if I tried getting you in the mood?"
He chuckled slightly. "You would fail utterly."
Their fingers intertwined. "What a pity..."
His skin shivered with pleasure as she whispered to his ear. Strange feelings raced through his body and blood crept to his cheeks. Not that he wasn't used to that but feeling that way always tickled him and made him nervous. He could feel her breath against his ear and was fighting the urge to take her again. He was fighting the idea of tasting her and avoiding the image of their bodies intertwining as in prior nights. He was afraid that if this continued he might hurt her for, out of all the people in the Castle, Ganondorf had already noticed his midnight visits to her chambers.
Noticing that her teasing wasn't working, Zelda sighed and parted from his side, covering herself with the sheets.
"...Would you tell me about it, already? What is bothering you?"
He groaned, placing his forehead against his knees, "I don't know..."
"Link..." She was pressing on the subject. Damn it all to the Dark World for he knew she would eventually win.
"I'm just... confused..."
She sat by his side, passing a gentle hand across his dirty hair while smoothening knots. "About today, is it?"
Link nodded. He knew she was talking about something else but he couldn't just tell her about his talk with the desert bastard. She continued caressing his bangs, looking down at him tenderly. He sighed relieved and soon rested his head on her legs. Her touch was like magic on him.
"Do not worry too much about Dragmire's strategy. I've seen that it is rejected by the council so you can relax."
"I just wonder if that's the right move..."
She smiled and continued brushing golden strands between her fingers. Then she proceeded to kiss his cheek gently.
"We will be all right... you will see..."
He grasped her free hand in his and brought it to his mouth, placing a sweet kiss on her skin as he had done many times before.
"...And I will keep you safe..."
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"In the books of old, there are various tales of the final battle of Hyrule. They tell of the grand siege of the castle by our people and the taking of it with use of our supreme magic. There are one too many variations of that historical incident but they all come to the same conclusion. They all tell of the creation of this Hirulia, the death of the Royal Family, and the legend of a deadly beast that was said to roam by nightfall around the ancient princess's grave seeking for atonement."