Never Without You │ BOTW modern AU fanfic

Thanksgiving

Last week I made you guess how many pages both books have combined! You had some good guesses but nobody got close to the real number! :D 

Thinking About You has 610 pages on Google Docs and Never Without You currently has 647 pages! In book format, this series has a total of more than 2000 book pages! ISN'T THAT KINDA CRAZY? I can't believe you guys are still reading my story after all this time! MAYBE YOU'RE CRAZY!

But I love you :) if you keep reading and commenting, I will keep writing and posting!

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Malice's POV

I stretch myself across the ocean-sized bed. It's so nice not having to share the bed with anyone else, or to worry that someone will come into the room in the middle of the night. 

The nightmares have been getting less frequent too. It's probably because I get to leave the window and door slightly open without anyone freaking out about it. No more fucking locks and cameras either. No more holding my breath when I hear footsteps in the hallway. No more "take it off and be quiet." No more bruises to cover up in the morning.

I rub my eyes awake. I have no clue what time it is but I'm definitely not the first one up, that's for sure. There's hideous music coming from downstairs, mixed with the laughter and childish playfulness of Link and Zelda.

Ugh. I turn around and cover my ears with one of the 200 throw pillows that take up most of the right side of the bed. But there's no point—I can't fall back asleep. So I get up instead and get dressed. 

Staring at the small duffel bag of clothes, I wrinkle my nose. Zelda's taste in fashion screams 'Hi, I'm a fucking old-money-private-school-bookgirl.' Doesn't she own anything black? I'd much rather wear some of Impa's clothes, but she's like a whole foot taller than me and her body is way curvier than mine.

Feeling groggy, I wear the same clothes from yesterday and leave the room to freshen up in one of the guest bathrooms. Instinctively, I open the medicine cabinet to see what's in it. No pills here...

"Shit sorry," somebody says behind me. Startled, I shut the cabinet with a hurried bang, as if getting caught meant spending a week locked in the basement. I turn to the door, ready to defend my life. But it's just Kiroh, covering his eyes as if he walked in on something obscene.

"Fuck's sake, Kiroh," I sigh, lowering my defense.

"Sorry, the door was open, so I figured it was vacant."

I roll my eyes at him. "You don't have to cover your eyes, moron."

"Right," he removes his hands and nods. I thought he'd leave, but he remains standing by the door, looking at me super awkwardly.

"What?"

"You look different."

"How sweet of you," I huff.

"Oh. I didn't mean it in a bad way. You just—I don't know—you just look different."

"It's my hair," I tell him before his brain starts to overheat.

"Ohh," his eyes shift slightly up. "I guess yeah. It's nice!" He remains standing awkwardly by the door.

"Need something?"

"I was gonna use the restroom, but take your time." He turns around to leave.

"Hold on a sec," I say and he stops. "You're dating Impa, right?"

"Yeah," he answers.

"Why?"

He turns back toward me and meets me with a confused look on his face. "What do you mean why?"