GhiraLonk here it is!! I really enjoyed the prompt and I hope this is decent lol
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Orange and pink streaked across the sky as night fell over the tranquil land. Except, the meeting that took place under the stars was anything but tranquil. Blue eyes glared into chocolate ones as the duo tried to make sense of what had exactly happened that fateful day, and why they were here.

"Ghirahim?"

The demon lord scowled at the use of his name. No. That just wouldn't do. He had told the silly little hero that he was to indulge him with his full title. But how did he even get here? And where was it that they were, exactly?

"Stay away from me, Sky Child. I have to make sense of this situation before I can deal with the likes you," he spat, but it came out little more like a wounded animal's defensive growl than the real threat he'd meant it to be.

The human didn't move. Honestly, why couldn't he listen for once? No matter, Ghirahim resolved to ignore him and survey the area.

The sun had just set, and the foliage had a distinctive green that placed them in Faron somewhere. He couldn't remember how he got there, though. The last thing he remembered before this was successfully awakening his master, then he awoke on this calm patch of grass with the hero looming over him. Which he still was. With that stupid look on his face like he was angry and concerned at the same time.

"Hero, if you don't remove yourself from my personal space this instant I will lick your face," the demon deadpanned.

Link jerked back, sputtering and shaking his head in disgust. However, he didn't move much farther than a few feet.

"What is the matter with you? Can't you see I'm your enemy? Shouldn't you be scared of me or something, maybe stupidly charging into a battle you won't win?"

Link's expression twisted in confusion. "But I did win. I, um. I put my sword through the gem in your chest? But Demise showed up and you turned into a sword. I assumed you were dead when..."

"When what?"

"When I defeated Demise and you didn't reappear," the hero finished.

The demon lord sat up sharply, and then he knew something was really, really wrong.

"Careful! I think you may have fallen down here from someplace high up, your head is bleeding. Oh, I have a potion. Take it."

Link dug in his bag for a moment and produced a bottle of red liquid. Ghirahim eyed it suspiciously before taking it, but as he was about to drink it, he stopped.

"How do I know it isn't poisoned? You find your enemy wounded and disoriented in a vacant field and offer to heal him? You can't possibly be that much of a do-gooder," Ghirahim questioned. "Drinking this may very well kill me."

And then it hit him.

"Wait. You said I'm bleeding?" He brought a hand to his head cautiously. Sure enough, when he removed it again his fingers were stained crimson. "I'm bleeding. I'm bleeding. Oh gods, what happened to me? I don't, I can't--I'm not a human. I'm a weapon. Weapons don't have blood, Sky Child. Something is very wrong with me. I c-can't feel my magic."

The demon lord could feel his face heat up and tears well in his eyes, another thing that he didn't usually do. "There's something wrong with me," he said in a choked whisper.

He glanced at the potion again.

"It's not poisoned, I promise. I wouldn't do that. I have no reason to hurt you now that Zelda is safe and Demise is really gone," Link told him gently. Yuck, this boy was so sickeningly kind. How repulsive.

Ghirahim looked up, making his head swim for a second. It was getting darker now; the golden sky had faded into a muted navy, and the stars were shining. "I suppose it can't hurt me any worse to drink this than falling on my head did."

The demon lord--was he even still a demon? He didn't know--threw back the red potion in one gulp and shoved the bottle at Link. Within an instant he could feel the medicine take effect, healing his wounds from whatever drop it was that he'd apparently fallen.

But he was still weak. "I don't think I can stand," Ghirahim mumbled.

"Ok, then I'll carry you to a safe place and you can rest there until you're better," the skyloftian replied before scooping up the injured demon lord. It didn't make sense to him that one so small would be able to support his weight, but he wasn't going to question it.

They walked a little ways in silence. Ghirahim's eyes had slipped closed somewhere along the way, head still swimming a little, and the scenery around him seemed to be moving, which didn't help.

One of the hero's hands left his body; it sounded like he was rooting around in his bag for something.

"What are you doing, Sky Child?" Ghirahim slurred.

"Looking for my hookshot. There it is! The ladder up onto my porch fell and broke, so I've been using it to get up there," the hero explained.

Still confused, the demon lord lifted his head from where it had come to rest on Link's shoulder and looked at the building they were in front of. It was some sort of hut built high up in a tree, and sure enough, there was a broken ladder on the ground.

"You might want to hold on tight."

Ghirahim didn't understand what the hero meant until they were suddenly airborne and he was clinging to Link's tunic like stink on a moblin. It was over quickly, but it was definitely not something he wanted to do again soon.

The hero carried Ghirahim into the small dwelling and laid him down on the only visible bed. "When did they start building houses on the surface?" he asked groggily.

"About a week after I fought Demise. I've lived here for almost a month," the hero said.

Ghirahim frowned. It was like there was a hole in is memory. One minute, he was fighting Link, and then the next he had somehow skipped forward in time with no explanation. And what was worse, he seemed to have become human.

"I don't understand what has happened," the not-so-demon lord sighed.

"Didn't you say we were connected by a thread of fate? Maybe your purpose wasn't fulfilled yet and the gods sent you back to do figure out whatever it is that connects us," Link suggested.

"I thought that it was my master's cause that bound me to you. I suppose I was wrong. In any case, I believe that I now owe you my life, Sky Child," Ghirahim said. "And I should also thank you for defeating Demise. While he was my master, and I would serve him to my death, he wasn't exactly kind to me." Not like you've been so far.

The hero didn't know how to respond to that. Instead of saying something, he distracted himself with finding an extra blanket to sleep on the ground.

"Please do not tell me you're actually going to sleep on the floor, Sky Child."

Silence.

"You are. You really think you're sleeping on the floor. Your bed is big enough for the both of us, and if you're uncomfortable sleeping so close to your enemy, I'll take the floor, but you will most certainly not," Ghirahim protested.

Link let out an exasperated huff. It wasn't that he had a problem with sharing his bed with Ghirahim, he was just really, really gay. And a teenager. A hormonal teenager. Add having to be way too close to the most attractive person he'd ever seen and it produced an awkward situation the hero wanted to avoid at costs.

"Come now, Sky Child. I don't bite, not unless you're ask nicely and a safe word is established," the demon lord said, attempting to lighten the mood. "That's a joke, Hero. People usually laugh when someone tells one."

A small whine passed through the hero's lips, but he (begrudgingly) put away his spare blankets and crawled into his bed.

"You're being awfully quiet, Sky Child. Is something wrong? If I really make you that uncomfortable, I can move to the floor. I'm feeling better already, really."

"You don't make me uncomfortable," Link admitted. "Or at least, not the way you think you do."

The demon lord turned onto his side to face the hero with his wide grin. "Sky Child. That is absolutely scandalous. I can't believe that the goddess's chosen hero is attracted to the demon king's right hand," he chuckled.

"Shut up."

"Oh. Oh, Sky Child, you don't suppose...it must be. I believe it may be possible that this is the thread that binds us, and this second chance or what have you is for that thread to be acknowledged," Ghirahim thought out loud.

"Did you just imply that you're attracted to me?" Link gasped.

"Don't act so surprised, Sky Child. Honestly, have you looked in a mirror lately? You're no tall, white-haired sword spirit but you're definitely good looking," he said as if it was obvious.

Link sat up in the bed. "So, uhm, can I...?"

"Of course," the demon lord laughed before leaning up on his elbows to meet the hero who was bending down to press a kiss to his lips.

It was different, kissing the skyloftian. Ghirahim hadn't done anything of the sort before, being a literal sword and all, but it was undeniably amazing. The hero pulled his lower lip in between his own and sucked at it, eliciting some sounds that Ghirahim wasn't so proud of.

Link pulled away slowly, but stayed close to the demon lord. "I'm glad you came back."

"As am I."

Maybe nothing was wrong, after all.