#LU mini prompts

[hero-of-the-wolf]

33 Wild

Wild hummed to himself, idly stirring the pot. In a few minutes he would need to leave the batter to rest, but for now he enjoyed the repetitive motion of mixing it while he let his thoughts wander.

Then something moved in his peripheral.

Wild kept mixing, but his attention wasn’t focused on the saccharine mix or what the weather might be like today anymore, it was on the careful crunch of footsteps carefully approaching.

With a final stir the batter was ready, and he whirled around to whack the hand reaching out to sneak a taste.

“Nuh uh! You’ll wait your turn, just like everyone else.”

Time grumbled to himself and walked away.

[skyward-floored]

16 with legend and wind? (both had dream adventures)

16 in dreams

Wind and Legend shared dreams.

Neither of them knew why, at least, not at first. Wind figured it out pretty quickly once they heard more of each other’s stories, and he was certain Legend had as well, but they... didn’t discuss it.

The dreams they shared were never pleasant ones.

The first time it happened, Wind found himself in a sewer, rain pouring outside, the edges of his vision faded and uncertain. He’d turned around at a noise, and seen Legend crying silently over a body, holding a sword to his chest as tears dribbled down his cheeks. Wind, utterly confused and panicked about what was going on, went over and hugged him.

Until the dream suddenly broke.

Both of them startled awake, and when Wind saw the dampness reflecting off Legend’s cheeks, he resumed the hug in the real world, Legend too shaken to protest.

It happened again a few nights later, but with their roles reversed. Wind cried out as Ganon threw him backwards, his laugh echoing as water poured around Wind and Tetra, the two fighting for their lives. Except it wasn’t going well, it was going worse than before, they were losing—

But then Tetra was Legend, and Legend was gripping his shoulders and telling him to close his eyes and look away. That it wasn’t real. Even when Tetra came back and Ganon cleaved a sword through her chest, and Wind couldn’t help his scream.

The dream fell away right as Ganon swung at them, and Wind threw himself into Legend’s arms with a sob, Legend lightly rocking him as he cried.

Normal dreams never seemed to be shared between them, and sometimes several nights would go by between them showing up in each other’s minds. But whenever Wind or Legend had a nightmare, the other was witness to it, sometimes able to affect things, but not always.

But they were always there.

Wind replayed twisted versions of his adventures, bird talons and monster claws, tentacles that overtook people’s minds, all with Legend at his side, standing strong through his nightmares. And Wind had a front row seat to Legend’s as well, never the same twice. Someone screaming as she was snatched away, Ganon staring at the two of them with yellowed eyes, a trident piercing his leg, countless monsters and villains that flew by so fast that Wind couldn’t keep track of them all.

And a calm ocean, with a redheaded girl that Wind couldn’t see the face of no matter how hard he looked.

That one seemed to scare Legend more than any of the others, and after they woke from it, Wind sat up with Legend the rest of the night while he choked out the story of Koholint.

Wind told him of the Realm of the Ocean King in turn, and silently snuggled up to Legend when both of their words ran out, and the stars began to fade with the coming dawn.

Legend was shaking, and Wind might have been too, but he held Legend close, just like he would Aryll after a bad dream.

“I hate this,” Legend croaked, and Wind only held him tighter. He didn’t know whether he meant the nightmares, or the fact that they were each forced to be witness to them, but he agreed.

“Me too. But I’m glad we can at least help each other,” Wind whispered shakily back. “You... you help me know they’re not real. Not... not like the adventures were. That these are just nightmares.”

“I still hate it,” Legend rasped, and Wind squeezed him, not sure what to say, but determined to give him comfort nonetheless.

Legend silently hugged him back, faintly trembling, and neither of them said anything further the rest of the night.

[crazylittlejester]

Mini fic prompt ig

“we had no idea” ft wars and the rest of the chain

Context: since wars defined the timeline Hylia had planned what happened was a thing called a “timeline collapse” when that hyrule experiences sort of a majoras mask moment where the sky turns red and rocks are crashing down and it won’t stop till every single person in that era is dead. Since Lana defied hylia too (CIA was killed almost immediately after the war), any person high in power associated with the war would be puplicly beheaded, (with the exception of the knights) but just before her beheading hours before the era of wars was to be collapsed, Lana informed link and Artemis of a pocket dimension she had made, because she knew the whole time that this would happen, so just as the world is abt to end Wars and Artemis escape through a portal Lana made using the last of her power. It was sort of a weird version of hyrule with only the castle, an empty castle town,and the battle maps on floating islands connected by littler islands. It’s only wars l, Artemis and the animals there. There is a sky but it’s more of a muted bluish purple, the knight is still the same though.

so for the longest time, the chain had never been to wars era, and when they finally do, this is what they see, strange isn’t it?

OUGH IM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG, YOU SENT THIS IN APRIL 29th 💀

This was a seriously cool idea, btw. There’s soooo much potential with a prompt like this, and it’d be so interesting to write something more for this. If I have some time to spare I might write like, a one shot or somethin about it on ao3 if that’s alright alskkdkdk

Here ya go!!

Twilight barely saw Warriors quickly snatch the back of Wind’s tunic to prevent the sailor from walking straight off the little island they’d wound up on, he was too busy staring at everything else.

What he saw… It all felt empty. Destroyed and decimated, vacant and abandoned. He’d seen plenty of ghost towns, especially in Wild’s era but this was like nothing he’d ever seen before. They were in the sky, that much was obvious, but unlike Skyloft which stood grand and magnificent, full of life and the love of their goddess, this place seemed dead and ready to plummet down to the ground below. The ground that Twilight couldn’t even see because of the thick clouds and dark, hazy air.

A castle stood on a larger island a short ways away from them, oddly pristine and beautiful surrounded by the nothingness that expanded to the sides of them. This wasn’t Skyloft, not even the potential ruins of it. Twilight wasn’t even sure it was really Hyrule, given the odd purple tone of the sky above.

“Wh- Where ARE we…?” Sky whispered, no doubt unable to stop himself from drawing the same comparisons to Skyloft that Twilight had.

Of all the things he’d been expecting, Warriors’s grimace followed by, “My era”, was not one of them.

Time whipped around with something similar to anger in his eyes.

“What do you mean by that?” The old man demanded.

“A lot…” The captain paused to sigh. “A lot’s changed since you’ve been here, Sprite.”

“Where is everyone??” Legend asked, wildly looking around.

“Gone,” Warriors said softly. “They’ve all been gone, since the war. It’s just been me and Zelda.”

“We had no idea…”

[ev7nescent]

So... Link Click Bridon Arc.

*curls up on the floor and sobs pathetically*

[thatonesidequest]

Mini fic prompt that Wild gets so angry when cooking he throws his stirring spoon on the ground so hard it shatters. If someone makes this, please tell me because I would love to read it.

[coffeecat1983]

Heyyy I'm not sure if you're taking requests, no pressure if not, but what about post-movie Luigi beating himself up for revealing Mario's name and relationship to him plus reinforcing Bowser's idea that Peach would be interested in Mario to Bowser during the interrogation scene, because he feels Mario went through so much because of him. Maybe he starts isolating himself or something. If you like that idea! :)

 Thanks for the ask! It was a treat working on this.

   "I hope it's all right."    Mario and Luigi were speechless as they followed her into the newly built mushroom house.      "The Toads used the measurements you gave them to make sure everything's the right size." The princess continued.      "Good thing they did," Mario laughed. "Me 'n Lu bump our heads in their homes. We'd need mini shrooms or something to get to toad size!"    Luigi shuddered at the mention of the power up, a move that Mario saw but Peach missed.      "B-Bowser's still locked up, r-right?"    Peach turned and gave him a smile and a nod. "Still safely tucked away." she replied before looking to Mario. "I just don't get why he was so mad at you. Just for traveling with me? It's crazy!"      "Eh who knows?" Mario rubbed the back of his neck. "Jealous for some reason."    Luigi froze, feeling a knot in his stomach.      "Do princesses find him attractive?!"      "They do if they have good taste!"      "I mean, I don't even know how he learned your name." Peach continued as they entered the room that would become the kitchen. Neither heard the whimper that escaped Luigi. The younger twin peered around the corner.      "M'm gonna be outside." he mumbled, ducking out before either could ask what was wrong.

   That evening the Bros returned to Brooklyn and once inside the apartment Luigi hung up his hat and without a word, slipped past Mario and went right for the bedroom. Marianna exited the living room, feeling confused as her youngest darted past before she could greet him.      "Mario?" she called out.      "Hey Ma," Mario greeted her as she joined him in the dining room. Leaning in, she kissed his cheek.      "My babies, how's the new house?"      "It's lookin' great! Really glad that..." The conversation was muffled as Luigi curled up tightly on his bed. As he lay there in the fading light of sunset, he heard the rest of the family arrive and caught snippets of their random chatter.      "Hey Mr. Homeowner..." came Arthur's voice.      "You boys ready...?" Marie said. Mario said something and there was faint laughter made louder by a comment from the Bros little cousin. Getting up, Luigi shuffled over to the door as hunger began to pester him. Reaching for the knob he paused as he heard Tony.      "Can't believe you boys got an entire house! And all ya had to do was beat up a monster for it."      "Still grateful you boys are okay." Marianna said. "Makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about what you went through."    His hand falling away from the knob, Luigi stepped back as he clutched nervously at his shirt.

   His name is Mario and he's the greatest guy in the world!

     "Ey, where's Luigi?" Arthur commented as he helped set the table.      "Layin' down I think." Mario replied. "I'll get him."    The bedroom door creaked, the light from the hall spilling into the dimly lit room and falling over the jumble of packed and open boxes that were strewn about. Mario's boots were quiet as he crossed the carpeting.      "Hey, Lu?" he said softly, "Weege?"    Luigi shifted slightly but didn't answer.      "Time to eat," Mario prompted. "Ma made your favorite, garlic bread with provolone."      "M'm not hungry." Luigi said quietly. "Head hurts."    Mario felt confused. He'd not sensed his twin coming down with a headache like he usually did. He lightly rested his hand on his little brother's shoulder before standing with a soft 'you take it easy, Lu'.      "Mario?"    The older twin perked up, thinking his brother had changed his mind. "Yeah?"      "...Tell em I'm sorry." he mumbled, curling up tighter. Mario hesitated but then left, quietly closing the door behind him. Returning to the dining room, he took his seat and shook his head when the others looked to him.      "Said his head hurts, and he's sorry he can't come out."      "Oh dear." Marianna said.

     "Guess the boss is pretty happy. The competition for the princess was wiped out!" a guard said as he passed the hanging cages.      "Ugh about time." his partner replied.    Luigi buried his face in his hands to hide the tears. His brother had been killed and it was all because of him.

   The bedroom door creaked again and Luigi cringed. He had heard the family say their goodnights and knew Mario would be back in to check on him. To his surprise, the edge of the bed dipped further than normal and it wasn't his brother's voice that spoke.      "A headache, huh?" there was a hint of amusement in the tone. "Let's see," Giovanni continued, his tone soft. "No music, you're still dressed, and definitely not buried under the blankets."    Realizing he'd been caught, Luigi sat up. Drawing his legs to his chest he winced at the twinge of pain bending his knees so sharply brought.      "Hey dad." he said quietly.      "Hey son," Giovanni returned. "What's goin' on? Not happy with the new place?"      "It's not that." Luigi shifted, memories plaguing his mind. "I just, I mean..."    He hesitated as the door opened again and Mario entered. Seeing them both, the older twin followed Giovanni's motion to sit down, taking a seat at the end of his own bed.      "What's goin' on, Lu? Dad?"    Giovanni nodded to Luigi.

     "We'll see how tough this Mario is, when he watches me kill his brother!"

   Luigi curled up tighter. "Everything that happened to y-you, big bro. It's my f-fault." his voice cracked as tears gathered. "Bowser went after you because of me."    Giving in, he told them everything. Being captured, the interrogation, and how he broke and revealed who Mario was.      "It was my fault! I was weak!" He shuddered, tears streaming down his face. "I almost got you killed all because I panicked."    Feeling heartsick, Mario shook his head.      "Lu, I don't blame you for any of that." He stared at the floor. "Yeah it was rough but hey, we got through it!"      "Everybody panics, son." Giovanni added. "It happens." He then let out a low chuckle. "I remember the first time I really panicked. Was pulling into the hospital with your Ma in labor, and I took the turn too fast and rear-ended someone. It was a disaster! I didn't know what to do, if I went in I'd be abandoning the accident, but I didn't want Mar going in alone."    The bros stared at him. Neither had heard that story before.      "What did you do?" Mario asked.      "Tony went in with her and I stayed behind. Got everything done, went into the hospital,"      "And was such a nervous wreck he had to run to the bathroom to throw up." Marianna finished with a laugh as she entered. "So this is where everyone is." She joined Mario, putting her arm around him and kissing his cheek. Giovanni cleared his throat, a light blush coloring his face.      "My point is, it happens." he said, looking to Luigi. "All I could think about was how I'd put your Ma and you boys in danger because I panicked and drove too fast."      "You were scared?" Luigi asked softly.    A nod gave him his answer. Luigi's shoulders slumped.      "I wish I wasn't such a coward."      "Luigi, you're no coward." Marianna said gently. Mario stood and moving to the bedside, took his twin's hands. "Ma's right. I mean c'mon, you ran in front of a wall of fire to protect me. Please Lu, don't beat yourself up over this." He smiled brightly. "You're my hero, lil bro. You always have been." Luigi relaxed a little, moving so he was sitting on the edge of the bed before wiping away his tears. "Th-Thanks, you guys." He then let out a weak laugh. "I shoulda done what they do in Papa Sal's movies, name, rank,"      "and serial number." the other three chorused with him, sending the little family into laughter. Giovanni stood, patting Luigi's shoulder.      "That's my boys." he said proudly.      "Sweetie, are you hungry?" Marianna asked. Her reply was a loud growl from Luigi's stomach.      "Any garlic bread left?" he asked with a shy smile. Announcing she'd make fresh, she and Giovanni left.

   Mario sat beside his little brother and took his hand. "You okay, Lu?"      "Y-Yeah. I guess." A raised eyebrow. "But?"      "I, I just... can you forgive me? I didn't mean to tell him everything."      "Nothin' to forgive, Lu." Mario said, resting his forehead against Luigi's. "Like I said, you're my hero." He then got up as Luigi's stomach growled again. "C'mon, let's get you somethin' to eat."    Luigi joined him and they went for the bedroom door. "Hey Mario?"      "Yeah?"      "What would my serial number even be?"      "Huh, I donno. Just don't ask Uncle Art, we know what he'd say." Luigi began giggling as he chimed in with his twin. "Sixty-nine!" they both laughed and Mario put his arm around Luigi.      "Love ya, Lu."      "Love you, too."

[scoutofmymind]

The mini fic with the one hill prompt? Omg it’s too good i am literally sobbing you’re incredible!! Will we see more of them? 👀

Thank you soooo much pook!! I’m not sure! Never say never of course. I’m more focused on exploring new prompts and ideas surrounding Lu x Reader content because I’m obsessed with starting new (small) projects lol. Will totally consider doing a part two of them; I did leave the ending kind of open for the reader to interpret, and I did that on purpose, because this is the original ending I never posted.

Years later, you'll remember the weight of his hands on your face, the silver in his eyes that night, the way the cornfields seemed to hold their breath.

You'll catch the scent of his cologne on strangers in crowded streets, and for a moment, you'll be there again — standing at that crossroads beneath a summer moon.

Sometimes, on quiet Sunday mornings, you'll find yourself staring at daisies in shop windows, remembering a boy who loved so completely, so honestly, that even the memory of it aches like a phantom limb.

The seasons will turn, life will move forward as it always does, but there will always be a small part of you that lives in that moment — in the space between his heartbeat and yours, in the whispered pleas that still echo in your dreams, in all the ways love can be both a beginning and an end.

(Please don’t hate me)

[theecholegend]

I was rereading the Whumptober prompts and I just wanted to warn you...

It looks like your boy is getting necrosis on October 16. Sorry.

So...now it's your turn to ramble >:D

Why is Legend your favorite?

oh poor Legend! How dare he get whumped! What a cruel cruel world... (GET WHUMPED LEGEND!!!!)

I'm turning this question into "how did Legend become your favourite" because... I can. And honestly it kind of just plays into how I got into LU as a whole.

I didn't even have Tumblr a couple years ago. I was browsing Pinterest and I found the "Malon" mini comic in one huge post. So, I read it and I really liked it. I've liked LOZ for a lot longer and I found the concept of all the Links meeting to be really cool.

And I started finding more. I found parts to the main fic all over Pinterest and saved basically whatever I could find. But I eventually wanted to make sure I was reading the comic properly and in order and I didn't want to miss updates so I got Tumblr for that reason and that reason alone. I got Tumblr about a week after sunset part 11 was released. I remember that very vividly.

Now for the big question... Why is Legend my favourite?

No idea. I never played any of his games before i knew about LU other than LA. Which I didn't even like all that much the first time I tried playing it. I liked the ALTTP and Oracle mangas but that was my only connection to Legend. There was never any specific moment I started liking him from what I remember. I think it mainly started because he has had a lot of significant moments in the comic. Like divine dark reflections was very centred around him.

I've always liked his type of character to begin with and so I guess his personality drew me towards him the most. I've grown to understand his character more but he seemed a lot more grumpy and uncaring when I didn't have a way to read LU in order, which... I guess I liked? (I also have a history with characters that have Pink/Red hair... which is odd)

Legend just kind of stole my heart and attention more than the others and now he's my favourite without a doubt. I have no Idea when or why, but he just... did

[wayfayrr]

🦆 anon is ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s been a minute, life been hectic for a while 😩 but I’m hoping that starting today, I’ll get a bit of free time to peruse my favorite blogs!!! So, how have you been? Busy? Have you been drinking enough water? Stay hydrated all you thirsty hoes out there!!! 😁

Anyway! Trying to catch up on stuff I’ve missed…

Agreed, sleep is for the weak. I shall sleep when I am dead. Not even the eepy meds work anymore.

*Gasp!* an anniversary? Of your first LU fic? Congrats!

A raffle? Noice! Can’t wait to see what the winners come up with.

Few sentences prompts??? Love it!!! Number 7 plz and make it hurt if possible. I like angst.

Recently saw a YT short that gave me a new idea… it’s a different kind of “self aware” ask. What if the boys in game aren’t self aware… but your drawings of them are? I’ll link the short, don’t worry. But this creator drew their characters and did an animation of them actually being alive and interacting with them and even the other drawings. Thought it was a cool idea to share with the self aware boys being actual drawings that were drawn by reader lol! Actually… that would make reader their actual creator… the ideas are turning in my head with this one~

https://youtube.com/shorts/OcGy7QwN3Lc?si=1HpoRtt_PS7Q5BAG

It's good to see you duck!!! it's been a bit and I hope you're doing well!!! Stuff's been getting better for me, Had an interview for a job just after getting this ask and I'm waiting to hear back now.

It's really funny too cause I track my sleep and just every morning when I check now the time asleep is just gradually getting less and less lol

And yeah! It's been a little over a year since I've started creating for linked universe now, and it's been an amazing time <33 met some truly wonderful people cause of it

7 (silent fury) seems to be the most popular prompt asfvdsvgsdfgv this is actually the 3rd ask I've gotten with it (but I'm gonna write another mini one anyway, wild rather than time for this one >:D)

He knew he was a failure. The first moments of his, truly his own memories and not another life half-remembered, was being told that he failed after all. That he died when the hero was supposed to prosper. That didn't make what he was going through any easier. And wallowing in his regrets wouldn't help you feel safe again. The chain all knew your boundaries, they all knew to ask you your opinions. To make sure that you were comfortable. But villagers didn't. And wild wasn't fast enough to be your hero. He was fine not being Hyrule's, as long as he could be yours that's all he could ever long for. But he failed you. Comforting you wasn't even an option with how you'd locked yourself away in your room, away from everything while you coped. Leaving the only way to take out his burning fury to find the person who dared to lay a hand on you. He couldn't fail you again.

[Prompt list]

I've been seeing that trend too!! Its one that I really like - and I've actually been sent a couple by dms lol it's a really interesting take on the au, and it's just fun in general really. Although I'll probably stay away from the creator == being treated as a deity cause it's kinda an ick for me (it's just a trope I don't like tbh, each to their own but I won't write/read it) but them thinking they have more of a right to be closer to you? the way it could cause arguments if they met the originals? oh there is so much potential for it as an idea honestly

[rainwaterapothecary]

Date Night

Serennedy Mini Week Prompt 1 - Anniversary

Late Fall 2012

The ‘Anniversary Effect’ was a load of bullshit, Leon decided, hunching his shoulders inward during his debrief. To an outside observer, the motion was a careful display of insubordination and boredom.

In truth, it was only the warmth of his jacket that was keeping the chills of a panic attack at bay.

He buried his nose in the fur-lined collar of the coat Luis had bought him when he was out one day doing who knew what.

It wasn’t quite the one he’d lost…There, but it had a similar feeling on his hands when he felt the fuzzy lining and that was good enough.

It was also black, so that was a bonus.

His mask of boredom was beginning to dip into ‘sleepy’ as his eyelashes fluttered.

This jacket had something else his lambskin hadn’t: It smelled like Luis.

Leon usually kept his jackets hung up in a closet when he wasn’t using them, but lately it had been getting chilly enough to hang this one by the front door.

Said front door that sat right beside the kitchen his teacher’s assistant of a partner usually set up camp on school nights.

Herbs and spices danced away from his nose as he gave up and closed his eyes.

-*-*-

Second Summer 2007

”Oh, amor! Bienvenido.” His academic had looked up from the usual whirlwind of notes their kitchen table always became as soon as he’d gotten home and changed out of his work clothes. The soft, yellow light of the space glowed around the seated man’s hair like a halo, highlighting the silver hairs he swore his students were multiplying on purpose.

“Hey, Lu.” Leon was exhausted and all he really wanted was to become a blanket cocoon and bid the waking world goodbye.

For about 12 to 48 hours in a row. He wasn’t picky.

Then Luis had smiled that smile he had. The soft one that brought out his smile lines.

Luis’ crows feet had been getting deeper, Leon realized with a jolt. He pulled a cold beer out of the fridge and closed the appliance with one hip, leaning back amongst the magnets and photos of Sherry.

“What?” Blue eyes sparkled back at the smiling man.

Luis settled his chin on the back of his interlaced fingers and tilted his head.

“Just you. I’m happy you’re home, all safe and sound.” Then the cheeky bastard winked at him and Leon huffed out a laugh and rolled his eyes fondly. This guy.

“Yep,” He smirked, pulling his next statement out of his back pocket like a flourish of a surprise. “You have me all weekend, amigo. Start plotting.”

A wicked glint formed in the Spaniard’s eyes just for a moment before he hid his mouth behind one ring-flecked hand.

“You assume I haven’t been plotting? Mi vida, it’s like you don’t know me at all!”

The agent snorted another laugh and sauntered over to the table, happily planting himself on the unclaimed left thigh of Luis Serra. Warm arms easily enveloped his abdomen as he sipped at his beer and tried to make out what the hell his partner had been writing. His handwriting really was atrocious when he was in the Zone.

Soft lips rested on the nape of the Agent’s neck, accented by stubble that always sent a pleasant chill down Leon’s spine. He hummed in question.

“What are you doing tomorrow? Well not tomorrow, I know better than to tear you away from your beauty sleep but I think we’re overdue for a date night.”

The thought shocked Leon for a moment, rifling through recent memory for their last date and it took him too long to find it.

Then a bubbly warmth filled him as the knowledge that his sweetheart wanted to spend time with him sunk in. Had probably had everything all planned out and lined up, just waiting for Leon to walk into it.

He couldn’t stop his smile if he tried.

“Oh yeah?”

Curls rustled against the back of his neck as the other man nodded, coming to rest with his forehead cradled in the dip beneath Leon’s skull. It was a nice feeling, knowing his weak spot was covered and protected in such a way.

-

Date night had started not long after they got together, way back in 2006. It had been another one of those strokes of genius that Luis had pulled out of nowhere that aligned perfectly with the words Leon didn’t know how to say.

Being in a loving, gay relationship in the States was…hit or miss back then, and with DADT in full-swing, it was just easier to keep Luis to himself.

Sure, they went out dancing and they got drinks, but Leon was a romantic, deep down. Beneath the layers of angst and trauma, he was a lover trained to be a fighter.

Luis had somehow seen that from day one, deep in the bowels of his childhood nightmare with Leon’s fist pinning him against a wall.

Those sharp, whip-smart eyes had seen him, his own eyes bloodshot and barely restraining the despair and rage.

Leon had asked him later, of course, when Luis had first fallen for him. While that moment in the cabin wasn’t the answer, it certainly hadn’t hurt.

Instead, he’d learned. He’d gathered what information Leon dropped and he watched.

And the version of Leon S. Kennedy that those jigsaw pieces filled in took his breath away.

Leon had a garbage sense of humor, he liked old movies, he knew how to DIY most things and had a frankly concerning lack of self-preservation when it came to electrical wiring.

Luis collected all of these like they were gems or pebbles of the purest gold. He horded them like a dragon and held them close to his chest to complete himself where his proverbial missing scale lay. He reveled in them.

And then he used them to charm Leon off his feet.

The agent literally didn’t know what hit him. He felt like he’d been leveled by a freight train when he found out how tailored to his interests their first date was and he almost shed a tear.

“You- How?” Some sort of inner turmoil was causing Leon’s face to go through a myriad of expressions and Luis wanted nothing more than to reach out and hold his hand. Instead, he smiled and tucked his traitorous digits into the pockets of his own slacks.

“Well I keep my eyes open, Sancho. You find all sorts of treasures that way, you know.”

The agent did not blush at the way his lover repeated a sentence he’d said the night before under completely different circumstances. Leon caught him biting his lip to hold back a smile and he shook his head, hiked his jacket up around his shoulders, and shrugged.

“Lead the way, Gene Kelley.” Leon made a sweeping motion towards the plaster art nouveau façade.

Luis chuckled and sauntered into the theater.

“Only if you follow, Mr. O’Connor.” He called over his shoulder.

Leon shook his head fondly and followed.

The other man had somehow found a theater, in their tiny town, that was re-screening the classics and the bombastic man had somehow kept it a complete surprise.

It was also the one venue where two men could hold hands in public.

Leon leapt at the opportunity, holding his lover’s hand in one of his own as soon as the house lights went down. The flash of Luis’ teeth in the darkness betrayed the man’s infectious grin at his eagerness.

Watching movies with Luis was perfect, Leon decided afterwards. Sure, they had movie nights at home pretty often, what with their specific cinephile niches barely overlapping (unless it included Judy Garland, for obvious reasons), but that was different. At home, they could (and often did) pause the film when they had to go on a tangent and-

And Luis respected the films enough to understand that Leon hated talking over dialogue, so they paused the tapes. It was so easy.

Luis didn’t know all the specific vocabulary for cinematography and staging decisions, but damn it he knew when they were referencing literary or theatre classics. It blew open a whole new side of Leon’s favorite hobby. He knew there were themes and line-drops from classics, obviously, but to have a partner who was just as willing to analyze and lose their /mind/ over delivery? If Leon wasn’t in love before, he certainly was after listening to Luis compare ancient Greek philosophy to socialism through the scope of a silent movie they’d found in the library’s archives.

But in theaters? He didn’t distract Leon, thank fuck.

The other man always seemed so surprised and pleased when Leon leaned over to whisper something in his ear during the screening, but otherwise he left him the hell alone.

Outside, after looking up at the stars and coming down off of a good film, Leon had looked at his partner with an internal spark in his eyes and kissed him against the bricks of the back of the theatre until they were both bruised and breathless.

-*-*-

“Agent Kennedy!”

Leon’s eyes snapped open and he treated the government peon to one of his finest scowls.

God, he hoped Luis was home tonight. Maybe they could go to the museum again and Leon would be able to let Luis’ excitement wash over him and wipe all of this bullshit away.

“Yeah?” He quirked an eyebrow, eyes cold. This better not be going where he thinks it is…

-

By the time Leon S. Kennedy shouldered his way into the front door of his house, his knuckles had nearly stopped bleeding after the fight he had gotten into after the dickhead he works with had the stones to shit-talk the Soviet resistance fighters.

Fucking Anniversary Effect.

He hung up his jacket, took in the pile of notebooks on the kitchen table, and raised his voice just enough to carry past their warmly lit kitchen.

“Lu? You home?”

“Sancho? Be right there!”

Leon tried to roll the tension out of his shoulders as the muffled footfalls of his partner sounded down the carpeted stairs and finally revealed that halo of silver hair and soft smile lines that were getting deeper, and more cherished, every year.

“Bienvenido, amigo.”

That soft kitchen light caught on the golden band Leon kept on a chain around his neck as he pulled his partner into a helpless kiss and a strong embrace.

Fucking Anniversary Effect.

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A/N BACK AT IT WITH MINI WEEK!

This work is part of my Memories 'Verse from Serennedy Pride Week! You can read the full series [here].

Everybody go say thank you to @wisecrackingeric-2 and @raccoons-garbage-can for putting on this event!

[zeemangoo]

LU Sprint Prompt: Crossover

Bought back my mini Night in the Woods series for this!

[hero-of-the-wolf]

Micro story prompt: 26

“How dare you!” Legend cried, snatching the tunic out of the sailor’s hands. “I just patched this up!”

Wind crossed his arms across his chest defensively. Just because he hadn’t been looking where he was going didn’t mean this was his fault. He wasn’t the one who’d left his gear strewn about the campsite! This was all Wild’s fault, thank you very much.

Then he faltered. “You can fix it, right?”

Legend shook his head, setting the tunic down with a resigned sigh to dig through his pack for his kit. “Yes, of course I can fix it.”

[skyward-floored]

sunbathing, number eight - for four?

8. sunbathing

Giggling woke Sky up.

He cracked a lazy eye open, and saw Wind crouched next to him, a hand over his mouth muffling his laughter. Sky raised an eyebrow, and Wind pointed nearby, where Four was stretched out on a rock, his eyes shut as he dozed just like Sky had been doing.

Sky looked closer when Wind kept giggling, and he finally spotted what the sailor had been laughing at.

There was a small, rainbow-colored lizard sunbathing beside the smithy, its legs positioned in the exact same way as Four’s were. Its colors even matched his tunic, and Sky’s snickering joined Wind’s as they watched the two sprawled out together.

“Amazing,” Sky whispered through his laughter, and Wild crept forward and took a picture.

[thebackofourmind8]

For the mini story fic number 27 :3!!

Thank you for this prompt!!

Sorry if it's a bit rushed. I tried my best XD

Hope you like it :D

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Hide

To put it simple, Four was panicking.

They were following him. No matter how many turns he took, how fast he ran, they kept appearing. Their menacing laughs haunting him in the night.

In a desperate attempt to gain some time, he hid in the bushes. Hoping that the never ending rain would cover up his traces fast enough.

He frantically tried to reach for his bag. Desperately hoping for an item to help him hide. But his bag must have fallen off somewhere while he was running.

With his sword left behind after the sudden ambush by the yiga, he had no way of properly defending himself. His only option now, was to hide and to hope the others would be able to come help him soon.

Then he heard footsteps. They were close. Too close.

He covered his mouth and nose with his hands, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to calm his panicking breaths. And with a silent prayer he hoped the others were okay.

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I chose to do Lu Four because I wanted the blorbo to suffer >:)

[zarvasace]

Progress Post (writing), 3/14/25

Kinda been struggling to write recently! Some life changes coming up this summer, and spending time chatting with people instead of writing, ahaha. But here's an overview of stuff I've been working on.

Four Swords stuff

Incremental progess on the spaceship AU

Several small ideas for the vampire lords AU

Blood-Sucker's Guide to High School sequel plotted, not drafted yet (working title: Blood-Sucker's Guide to the Shining Court)

Just a tiny bit of progress on Four More Champions

Fairytale AU (aka Vidow Beauty and the Beast) still kind of in a weird half-drafted state. Not sure where to go next on it tbh.

Overall not much going on lately!

Linked Universe stuff

A few ideas for Shatterproof in the works, and moving more than it has been! The series isn't likely to see a new fic in the next few months unless I get possessed.

Some actual progress on Marvelous Misadventures too! I have a better idea of what I want the climactic battle to look like, I just need a good, focused few days (and some encouragement probably) to write it.

Several Pathfinder Chain ideas begun in conjunction with Febuwhump prompts but not getting anywhere for some reason. Other things keep grabbing my attention. But I'm determined to write a bit more of them!

One or two mini post- White Walls sequences have been knocking around my brain.

I know what major Linked Nexus fic I want to write next, but I haven't had the space to think about it hard enough to have really started it yet. I know I want it to be about Legend and Twilight visiting Kakariko and addressing Twilight's recent uhhhh problems.

Does the Counterbalance-verse count as LU? Yeah I think so. I have a massive, super-angsty sequel planned (affectionately nicknamed GanonCon) that's actually underway. I believe days 1 and 2 are complete, of 14, with several more begun, following a finished outline. Not sure when I will work on this more.

Other stuff

The Hand That Holds the Sword/Bad End Links: part 1 of part 1 draft 1 nearly complete! :D this is where most of my energy has been directed lately, but it's a bit slow going so everything has kinda stalled. Only like three more conversations to write and then it's on to a few rounds of editing.

Part 1 part 2 hasn't been started yet.

(for those curious, I have 5 main parts of BEL planned out. More details arise every day and I'm super hyped for them.)

The LU Write-A-Thon spreadsheets ( @lu-community-write-a-thon ) have been taking up space too! Nowhere near sad about that.

Hearts Linked Together is always taking up some space in my head. Have y'all met Mori yet? I really want to draw more of them...

I need to transfer some more prompt fics from Tumblr to AO3, and I'd like to do another little prompt activity again soon to see if I can help the writing brain get into gear again.

So! Current priorities: BEL, Marvelous Misadventures, Pathfinder Chain, spreadsheets. Secondary: Linked Nexus, Counterbalance. All of this is subject to change. Anything you're excited to see? (Want me to infodump about something? Have a mini prompt? Want to have a silly conversation about what I've read recently? Ask box always open, I crave interaction.)

[editthat]

Welcome Fellow Wanderers! Let’s Talk Writing, Editing, and Fixing Messy Drafts ✍️🔧 📖

Hi writers and editors!

I’m Lu, a freelance editor (and data scientist by day) who geeks out over character arcs, pacing fixes, and sentences that just hit the spot. This blog is for:

Breaking down editing techniques (from line edits to big-picture rewrites)

Celebrating fanworks and original fiction—because yes, I will happily analyse your WIP’s lore consistency and your blorbos/OCs' characterisation

Sharing my own writing struggles—I’m drafting a sci-fantasy and a historical novel, so I feel your pain

What to expect: ✅ Before/after edits (with permission!) ✅ Rants about common manuscript pitfalls ✅ Occasional memes about the writing process

Want help? Ask me anything—or submit a snippet for a free mini-critique!

(Also accepting prompts like: “How would you edit [famous book’s] opening?” or “Fix this terrible sentence I wrote at 3 AM.”)

Let’s make words better together. 💻✨

P.S. What’s your biggest writing struggle? Drop it in the replies!