Mystic in the Air - Ghirahim x female reader

Chapter Thirty-Five: Siege - Part 2

TW: Violence

Link's POV

I step into the light of the throne room. (Y/n) tightens her grip on her sword. Ghirahim smirks.

"Why, so you can steal what I've rightfully earned? Again?" he asks.

"I'm not stealing anything. I'm bringing you and your actions to justice," I reply.

"Please, what have I possibly done to deserve consequences?" he asks, rolling his eyes. 

"I know it's hard to think that you might have possibly done something wrong in your egotistical, twisted mind," I add.

(Y/n) snorts. Ghirahim shoots her a glare. She quickly corrects herself. He turns back.

"And now you've even made (y/n) one of your lackeys. How long did it take to convince her you like her? One, two days?" I snicker.

I've made them both mad. Ghirahim looks like he may appear behind me and slit my throat any moment now. (Y/n) looks hurt that I insulted her. Oh, well. She just got caught in the crossfire. Ghirahim takes a deep breath to regain his composure and glares down at me. I roll my eyes. 

"If you want to take the castle, you'll have to go through me first," Ghirahim growls.

"Us," (y/n) adds.

"I'm not after the castle, or your land, though I'll gladly take it. I'm after the bigger prize," I reply. 

"What's that?" he asks.

"You,"

Your POV

Link seems to know how to perfectly push Ghirahim's buttons. The Demon King is breathing heavily. A growl begins to build at the back of his throat.

"Then come get me,"

He teleports behind Link and brings his sword down in an instant. Link blocks it with his shield. He used to brag about how that shield was indestructible. While Ghirahim stumbles back from the recoil, Link slices his leg. You gasp. Instead of blood, a flurry of orange and white diamonds erupts from where he was struck. Ghirahim doesn't even seem to notice. Instead, he summons a line of daggers and sends them directly at Link, who rolls out of the way. You watch them go back and forth. Link avoids every strike with ease. Someone runs into the room behind their fight. He stops at the doorway to watch. You squint to see who it is.

"Groose?!" you exclaim.

He looks up the stairs. His eyes go wide. A smile is slowly painted on his face. He quickly puts a finger up to his lips and draws his sword. You're so surprised to see him that you don't even realize what he's doing. He slowly creeps into the room and behind the fight. 

"Groose! Don't!" you scream as he raises his sword into an attacking position. 

Ghirahim turns around. It's too late. Groose shoves his sword right into Ghirahim's chest. He falls to the ground, mouth open. 

"NO!"

You rush down. Ghirahim sits up and looks at the sword. He feels it and quickly pulls it out. How is that possible? Link raises his sword over his shoulder.

"Do it," Groose whispers.

Link turns his gaze to him and nods. He puts both hands on his sword. 

You jump in-between them.

Link starts his swing.

You put your hands over your head.

Nothing happens.

You look up. A red light flares out of your right hand and to the sword. The sword shatters. Link covers his eyes and stumbles back. Ghirahim pulls the sword out of his chest, throws it across the room, and stands up. The red light slowly dissipates. You look down at your hand. A single, golden triangle shines on it, like a tattoo. Groose runs across the room and retrieves his sword. Ghirahim looks over your shoulder, at your hand. You turn to him. There's a clean hole through his chest. 

"How did you-" he starts.

Groose comes up behind you. Ghirahim snaps his fingers. A dome appears around the two of you. Groose stops just in time to not hit it. He places a hand on the outside. You turn around, then back to Ghirahim.

"They're too strong," you whisper.

"I know,"

Link stands up and looks down at the broken hilt in his hand. He stands next to Groose. Groose gives him his sword.

"What do we do?" you ask.

"Surrender,"

"But... what'll they do to you? What if they kill you?"

A tear streams down your face. He places his hand on your cheek and uses his thumb to wipe away the tear.

"I can't feel pain unless they hit me just right, which they did. But even then, it was nothing compared to the fear of losing you," he whispers.

You look down. He moves his hand to under your chin and uses three fingers to lift it. You look into his eyes.

"I'll go with them and do whatever they want me to do. You should do the same. There's nothing left for you with me. Well, besides maybe one thing,"

"Ghirahim-"

He places a finger on your lips.

"My energy is used up now. But before I go, I'll give you a gift. Then everything will be complete, and I can move on,"

You can hear the diamonds starting to vanish in the shield. Ghirahim wraps his arms around your waist and connects his lips to yours. You recoil for a moment before moving closer into him. Energy sparks between you. Butterflies fill the hopeless feeling in your heart. Your eyes close and you put your arms around his neck. It's so wrong, but it feels so right. The barrier vanishes. You lean even farther into him. His hair brushes against your cheek. Another tear streams down your face. He finally disconnects. You place your head on his chest. He ruffles your hair. 

"Goodbye, (y/n)," he whispers.

Something pulls you back. Groose shoves you behind him. 

"Stay away from my cousin!" he growls.

Ghirahim gives you a wink before he's swarmed by a flurry of black and white diamonds. Your mouth hangs open. The diamonds disappear. A large, black sword falls to the ground. It's almost taller than you. Link walks over to the sword and picks it up.

"Alright, we have what we came for. Let's go," Link says.

Groose nods. He turns to you. You put a hand over your gaping mouth.

"Are you alright?" he asks.

You nod.

"Don't worry. He'll never get his hands on you again," Groose promises.

He pulls you into a comforting hug. Link walks out of the room, the sword slung over his shoulder. Ghirahim was right. You do need to move on. Even if you want his hands on you again.