Volink Week 2018

Disclaimer: I don't own Hyrule Warriors.

Author's Notes: This one is set in a Modern/Futuristic AU where the royal family are founders of a scientific organization known as CASTLE whose research and resources will either create a Hyrulean utopia or wipe out all life in Hyrule. While Zelda and her father are the main targets, Ganon has also started targeting Zelda's brother Link, who doesn't really have the skills or instinct to be the Hero since he has never had to do any hard work. To protect him, Volga is assigned as Link's bodyguard. And Link seems to think that a bodyguard is a babysitter that will take a sword for him. He also thinks that the dragon shifter is very hot.

Also as a warning, this entry does get a little NSFW toward the end, so be mindful of that. As always, thanks for reading.

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Day Six: Protection

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Link had no one else but himself to blame for all that had happened over the past week. It was because of him that he and Zelda had been almost kidnapped by Ghirahim and Zant, that their father was trapped in lock-down inside CASTLE's central headquarters, and now he had almost cost Volga the use of his right arm, and all because Link had wanted to play at being 'the Hero'. Because working out in a gym five hours a day, a red belt in karate, and casually learning swordsmanship for fun meant that Link was totally prepared to take on Ganondorf anytime. After all, it was his destiny. How many guys named Link also knew a girl named Zelda in Hyrule could there be? They were obviously the chosen ones. That's how magical intertwined destinies worked, right?

Volga was right—he was a child. A twenty-one year old boy playing with his big sister's fancy science toys. The best thing he could do for everyone now was stay in the safe house and let his bodyguard do his job.

The clock turned 4am and Link laid awake in bed facing the bright red numbers. His orders had been to go to sleep and yet again Link still couldn't simply do what he had been told. That was his problem, right? Too young and dumb to know when to sit tight and let the trained professionals handle matters. Link couldn't stop thinking about how Ganondorf had reclaimed a piece of the Triforce of Power because his unexpected rescue had been the diversion Ghirahim had needed to slip inside the labs.

Link had thought that with all his access to and years of familiarity with CASTLE's high-tech weapons and gadgets that he was a warrior and that he had every right to join the fray and protect his family. But he had been wrong. Link wasn't a Hero. He was a liability. If it hadn't been for Volga jumping in and protecting him from Cia's dark lightning, Link would have been a smeared streak of char on the lab floor.

It's my fault he's hurt, Link thought, as he lay staring up at the ceiling. Now he literally has to take on everyone just using one hand. Except Volga couldn't do that. Surely no one at CASTLE would have Volga stay on guard duty visibly injured—Oh...oh no, Link had screwed up big time. Volga was going to have to be replaced. And Link was never going to see him again.

He practically jumped out of bed and swiped his Proxi off the nightstand. The wondrous little device looked like a fairy choker out of Zelda's jewelry box but she invented it specifically to let Link speak. She had explained to him several times how the device worked but it was all techno-babble to him. Link always did better at learning how to make CASTLE's crazy science things work than at learning why their crazy science things did what they did.

Volga's room was just down the hall. Light spilled out into the dark hallway from his open door. Good, he was awake. They needed to talk and Link needed to apologize. Maybe Link's worries were unfounded. Volga was a dragon shifter, so for all Link knew, he probably had some crazy healing powers and he'd be good as new by morning. Yea, all good, no worries.

Link stopped in the doorway and then forgot to knock or say anything to make his presence known in an endearing way after immediately noticing that Volga was shirtless. Yep, his train of thought suffered a total derailment and its locked shipment of his crude sexual fantasies involving Volga was seeping everywhere, instead of being properly set aside until they could be entertained in private.

Link knew that now was not the time to stare, and that Volga could catch him at any moment, but he was mesmerized. Each line of muscle stood out beautifully, muscles his suits had implied but never fully put on display. His side profile was exquisite. Getting to see Volga shirtless at this time felt like a blessing from the Goddesses and divine spite. Never had Link felt such a surge of arousal and then a sharp spike of guilt watching Volga push through the pain to try to hold his dragon spear in his right hand. His arm was wrapped in multiple layers of bandages and, around his wrist, there was a consecrated gold band to dispel the residual dark magic in his burn.

His arm trembled violently as Volga, baring his fangs and breathing laboriously, forced his fingers to curve around the shaft of his spear. He folded his hand and then squinched suddenly, reflexively reaching back and grabbing his wrist to still his shaking hand. Volga stumbled back a couple steps and sat down on the bed—for some reason, all the safe houses CASTLE kept moving Volga and Link to were furnished with twin beds, which were fine for Link but were comically too small for Volga.

The dragon shifter sat bracing his wrist and ignored Link's attempts to gain his attention for some time. Link almost lost his nerve to apologize and headed back to his room when he noticed Volga locking eyes with him across the room.

"Get any sleep?" Volga asked in his usual gruff tones and scowl.

"No," Link said, lightly shaking his head. "I'm sorry for not doing what I was told."

"You've been through a lot," Volga said, averting his gaze to the side. "...I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm sorry."

Volga was apologizing to him? Link was touched but he wasn't the one who needed to apologize. Volga shouldn't feel at all ashamed for getting mad and yelling at him. With the way Link had been dealing with this whole situation by going after Ganondorf and his minions by himself and leaving safe houses in order to blow off steam, he was shocked that his bodyguard hadn't strung him up by the neck already. "No, you were right! I don't know what the hell I'm doing and I have no business getting involved with Ganondorf."

"It's not all your fault," Volga said. "Ganondorf had other plans in place."

"But he used me," Link said, his eyes growing misty in frustration. "I fell right in line and helped that bastard get what he wanted."

"You wanted to help. No one can blame you for that," Volga said, his voice surprisingly soft. "I certainly can't."

"My interference got you hurt," Link reminded Volga. He didn't think that Volga should be trying to comfort him, not after what happened. Volga's calm, gentle tone was surprisingly more hurtful to Link than if Volga had laid into him and worked himself enough into a rage to spit fire. Link's face grew hot.

Volga mentioned how the Triforce of Wisdom had awakened inside Zelda as a result of Link's actions. Link scrunched up his hands into a fists held at his sides. There was no silver lining through all this! Link had messed up. Why wasn't Volga more angry with him? "You can't say that those two are connected!"

"She wanted to protect you," Volga said. "As for me… I was doing my job. I know the risks."

"I shouldn't be a part of the risks!" Maybe his throat had clenched up but Link wasn't crying. His eyes were just too blurry to see, and he had shut them too quickly and too tight, so a tear had came out accidentally, but he wasn't crying.

The bed creaked and Volga stepped forward. Volga laid his good hand on Link's left shoulder. Link opened his eyes in shock at the gentle touch and peered up at the dragon shifter, smiling at Link.

"I will heal. In a few days. A week tops," Volga assured him and patted his shoulder. "Shocking that a dragon is highly resistant to dark lightning. We don't burn easily." He smirked at his own joke. Since when did Volga start making jokes? The pun was terrible but he had tried and that was more funny than his joke.

Link had no idea how to express how relieved he was to hear that he would get well. He quickly wiped away the traitorous tears from his flushed cheeks. "Does that mean that you'll stay my bodyguard?"

"While I'm healing, Sheik will assist me," Volga explained. "But yes."

"I won't go anywhere until you're better," Link promised. "And I'll do everything you tell me to do from now on."

"That would help," Volga said, with a faint chuckle.

"Teach me how to fight!" Link eagerly insisted.

"What?" Volga said, in middle of sitting down on his bed.

"Train me so I can be useful, so I'm not a burden all the time. I'm not going to rush in and screw things up like before, I swear!"

Volga started to protest but Link quickly cut him off. "Everyone around me is so much stronger and can do so much more than me. I don't have to ever go on mission and I'm not looking for a fight. I just want to be able to protect myself if I'm ever in immediate danger. I want to...maybe take away some of my burden off your shoulders. Next time, and hopefully there won't be one, but it won't be my fault that you got hurt."

Not sure what to say at first to that, Volga blinked back at Link.

"You were pretty creative with your power gloves, I will admit..." Volga said and then paused to consider Link's request. "Okay."

Link readily thanked Volga. Actually what he wanted to do was rush up, ring his arms around his neck, and hug Volga, but given the dragon's shirtless state, Link knew that he wasn't going to be able to handle that much heat and skin without arousing some sort of reaction. Volga told Link to try to get some rest and that they would start training in the morning...err..afternoon. Whenever Link woke up.

Before you go, can you do something for me?" Volga asked, and Link stopped mid-turn and nodded yes. "Could you...unbutton my pants? It seems that requires two working hands and I have one."

What? The train derailment of crude thoughts going on in Link's mind caught fire. And didn't Link pretty much just already agreed that he would help him? 'Course he never imagined that Volga would ever ask him to undress him. It was true that Volga was still wearing the same pants for going on a whole day and half now. And it wasn't as if he was playing up his injuries for sympathy.

Whelp, so much for playing things safe, Link thought as he made his way to the dragon's bed. Volga laid back onto the bed and placed his good arm behind his head and against the wall. Link had no idea how the dragon thought that laying down was the better position to take rather than standing up, but he both blessed and cursed his decision. Luckily, Volga kept his stare on the ceiling.

Link had always imagined that the first time he ever reached for Volga's fly that the circumstances would be very different. He had expected the moment to be more passionate, more romantic, and maybe happening after Link had made himself worthy of being the Hero and had thoroughly impressed Volga with his fighting skills. Perhaps after a lot of training Link's fantasy could come true.

However, as tempting a vision as a half-naked Volga casually laying on his back waiting patiently for Link to lean over and pop his pants button was, Link couldn't think about kissing Volga. Everywhere. Or about sweeping his hands all up and down his chest and abs, feeling the rise and fall of his chest or the heat radiating from his skin. Or about straddling his hips and the two of them going at it, feverishly grinding their bodies against one another to exhaustion. Link just couldn't think about anything like that.

Link grabbed Volga's waistband and slipped the button through its buttonhole. Link wasn't sure if he had just popped the button too fast or his hands were shaking too much, but Volga's zipper had slid down a few notches and his pants had opened slightly, revealing, among other things, a tuft of coarse hair. One thing was noticeably clear to Link—Volga wasn't wearing any underwear.

Lying about being really tired, Link muttered a good-night and swiftly left before either his red face or his tented pajama pants said too much to Volga. As he flopped down onto his bed with Volga visions branded in his mind, he supposed that he hadn't completely lied to the dragon. After five fantastic minutes, Link did eventually fall sound asleep.