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zeldaelmo · 2 years ago

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Big thanks at @onewingedsparrow for the cute art! I’ll share it here as soon as she’s posted it! (Or peek at my Ao3)

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Zelda blinked, fighting the sudden heaviness of her eyelids. She stood in front of a big, wooden pyramid with ornate figures of Nayru, Farore, and Din holding each other with their hands in a dancing position. It was cute and obviously impressive craftsmanship, but the problem was that the figures circled and circled thanks to a propeller construction running by the heat of candles and that… lulled her to sleep. Focus, you’re the Queen. Queens don’t doze off while someone is talking. If only the mayor of this village hadn’t such a monotone voice... What was his name? Globo? No. Rakus? Hm. Maybe? By the Three Goddesses, she didn’t even remember the name of his village! They were in the Snow Peak region, but the details… the row of small towns and villages on their journey had been too much to take in. Maybe Link could help? She crouched, pretending to inspect a carved pine tree, and shot him a quick look. Oh, oops, he already forced his smile, too.

She suppressed a sigh. It was a long-cherished tradition that the new Queen visited every settlement of her Kingdom at the beginning of her reign and in theory, Zelda loved the idea very much. She had been eager to learn about the regions, to inspect if the shadows of the twilight had left damage she needed to fix. But they were nearly at the end of her journey and… everything blurred together like a snowman in the sun.

Link cleared his throat into his gloved fist, his face schooled into a very serious expression that he deemed worthy of representing the kingdom. It was adorable. “Thank you so much for your detailed explanations, Sir.”

Sir? Aha, Link didn’t know the mayor’s name either. Zelda discreetly turned her head aside, covering her chuckle with a cough. Link's sharp eyes flew to her; she might fool the mayor, but not her Hero. Link continued, his gaze never leaving hers. "Her Majesty would appreciate some time to explore the lovely booths here at the festival. I'm sure the local merchants would be honored to offer their goods to their Queen."

Wistfully, Zelda broke eye contact and let her gaze travel over all the tiny huts, their roofs adorned with icicles and their tables laden with dried fruits, all kinds of sweets, and small wooden trinkets. Of course, Link had caught her sneaking glances at the festival over the course of the day.

"Oh, that is an excellent idea," the mayor hurried to say, not even bothering to put conviction behind his words. "I shall acquire the village patrol to ensure your safety, Your Majesty, and then I’ll be right back to introduce Her Majesty to the vendor families."

"That won't be necessary." Link's tone was final. He was used to officials sizing him up with a scrutinizing gaze; one mayor more wouldn't shake his confidence as her appointed knight. "Her Majesty would appreciate it if you instead overlook the preparations for dinner personally, Sir."

The mayor lingered, his eyes resembling slits. "It will be my pleasure, Sir." Eventually, he gave up, bowed, and vanished back into the building that was a mixture of town hall and tavern.

"Finally," Link breathed. "One more word and I would have needed to sweep you up in my arms and carry you to the inn, sleepy head."

"Excuse me? You're the one who doesn't even remember the mayor's name!"

Grinning, Link guided her with his hand on the small of her back toward the festival lights who competed against the washed-out winter sun. "What is his name, Your all-knowing Majesty?"

Zelda turned her head over her shoulder and looked him dead in the eyes. "Blahblah."

Link pressed his lips together, but the sound of his laughter still burst out. "Ah. Blahblah, the mayor of chit-chat?"

"You name it." Zelda giggled. "But now let's use the little time we have. I want to try the fruits."

"As my Queen commands."

"Stop that, you know I don't want you to use my titles."

Link exchanged some rupees with one of the fruit vendors and flashed her a grin. "But it makes me feel important. Look at me, a country bumpkin making it up all the way to the Queen's appointed knight." He held a grape in front of her, withdrawing it from her mouth at the last second and popping it into his own.

"Still working on table manners, I see, Sir knight." Zelda snatched his wrist and stole the next grape from his fingers with her teeth, looking at him innocently through her lashes.

His mouth fell into a silent "Oh!" and the tips of his pointed ears went red like the grape that had just disappeared in her mouth. Zelda giggled, he truly had no idea how cute he was when she made him blush. "Let's try something else!"

"Yeah," he said, voice a little hoarse. "Let's."

They went to the booth with tiny toys carved of wood next. Little dolls painted with great care piled up in too small baskets, smooth dice invited gamblers to buy their own set, and all kinds of carved farm animals in miniature size waited for tiny hands to be played with. Zelda couldn’t get enough of looking at all the things, every piece a little wonder on its own. With a playful wink, Link finally nudged her side and she made the vendor pack a little basket full of figurines for the children living in the castle.

Dutifully, Link carried it for her and they continued their way a few steps behind the people crowding in front of the booths. "You know," he started and lifted the basket. "I don't think we'll make it back in time to give it to them for the festivities. I've lost track of our schedule, but I overheard some vendors say that today is the last day of the festival since tomorrow is Nayru's Eve."

"Oh, so much time has passed already? That's unfortunate, now I'm keeping you from going back to Ordon for the holidays." She halted and pulled him out of the way of a couple of teens rushing through the crowd. "Maybe if we skip the dinner and push the horses a bit, you could make it at least to Din's Day?"

Link, slightly alarmed by the teens he had missed, scanned the people, keeping a keen eye out for potential troubleshooters. Then, he returned his gaze to her. "Don't worry about that. I'm a child of the village, I'm used to spending the holidays getting passed around. But what about you? Isn't there something you have to do at the castle during the festivities?" He ruffled the hair at his neck. "I really should have asked this sooner, huh?"

Zelda smiled and put a calming hand on his forearm. "It's fine. There are some minor prayers in the cathedral that I'm in charge of, but the priestesses can do them as well. I don't mind being away from the castle. It has never been the same for me since the invasion. It was… a difficult time all around." She raised her gaze to him and trailed her hand down his winter coat. "It's a lot better since you are there, though. You have a way to warm the heart, you know that?"

His eyes widened and darted away, over the heads of the crowd, his ears going red once again. "Uh…” He stammered. “What about the shooting gallery?"

Zelda used the opportunity that he didn't look at her to smile at her heart's content. He was so shy when it came to compliments, or, heaven forbid, flirting. "The shooting gallery? Sure, why not? Is it arrows or sling-shot? If it's arrows, we can compete."

Standing on his tiptoes, he said, "Not sure, too many people in front of it."

He was right. More and more people poured onto the fairground and it became difficult to see the booths or what they sold.

"Is it still safe?" she asked. "We can leave and take a walk where it's less crowded."

"I would…" Sighing, he rubbed his forehead. "I would be more comfortable with that, yeah. Sorry to ruin the fun, but I can't keep an eye on everyone and especially short range weapons like daggers are a problem in crowds—"

"Link." Zelda tugged his sleeve, already taking a step toward the wooden arc that marked the exit. "It's fine. I know the risks. I don't mind."

"Okay, good. I'm still sorry, I know you don't have many opportunities to enjoy festivals."

She hummed her response, expecting him to take her arm or her wrist so that they didn't get separated like he usually did, but he felt around for her hand and curled his fingers around hers. And now of all times, she could hardly see his face. Her breath stuttered, and this time her ears burned. This was new.

He still didn't look at her, using the excuse of guarding her to his advantage. They threaded through the crowd, catching a shoulder bump here and misplaced step there, but all in all, they made it safely out of the market.

Outside, Zelda nodded toward a small forest that glittered frosty in the setting sun. Nothing and nobody would bring her to let go of his hand if he didn't move first. And Link? His ears were bright red, the color even spreading over his throat, and his eyes were still determined to look everywhere but at her. Was it her comment that he warmed her heart that finally let him make a move?

The snow, more and more untouched the closer they came to the forest, crunched under their steps and neither of them said a word. Their hands hadn't taken up the natural rhythm of their steps yet; they stayed carefully put between them. Link's courage seemed to be used up.

"You know what the only tradition from the castle is that I miss?" She forced herself to speak, heart beating fast and loud enough for everyone in the over-snowed forest to hear.

He shook his head.

"The mistletoes. The servants hang them up everywhere in the castle and if you happen to meet under one, you have to kiss."

That finally broke the spell. His forehead twitched amused and his lips curled upwards. "You don't seem to me like someone who enjoys kissing random people."

"No," she said and laughed, going slower and slower until they stopped. "I don't. I was rather hoping for a kiss from a certain someone."

"Oh? Who might that be?" Blue eyes rested heavily on her and she used the moment to shift her hand and interlace their fingers. He didn't pull back. Okay, okay, good, now…

"We'll never find out, I guess," she said, her too-high voice making her cringe. Wait, what was she doing? Spirits, she was so stupid!

Link slacked, his hand going nearly limp in hers. "No, I guess we won't." His voice grew quiet towards the end of the sentence and he pulled his hand back.

"No, wait!" Zelda snatched his wrist, yanking him closer so that he nearly stumbled against her. "I've, there is…" Her free hand pointed at the crown of the tree hanging over their heads and stupefied, his gaze followed her gesture. "Did you know that, um, ivy is closely related to, um, mistletoes?"

His eyes dropped back to hers. "What?"

"Um, yes, I learned it from my tutors, both grow on trees and—"

A gloved hand cupped her cheek and the rest of her sentence evaded her. He waited, reading her eyes like an open book.

"A certain someone, yes?" He whispered when she didn't continue, threading his fingers into her hair and pulling her closer to him. Their thick winter clothes hindered them from touching properly, so she wrapped her arms around his neck, requiting the intensity of his eyes.

"You," she breathed, determined not to say something stupid again. "It's you, Link. Has been you for a while."

His eyes crinkled. "Well, we can't change that we're so far away from the castle, but at least we can keep some of the traditions up, right?"

She managed a hint of a 'Yes' and closed her eyes, her breath trembling against his skin.

His lips were as warm as his heart. He moved them against hers, slowly, nearly a bit shyly. She couldn't help but tighten her arms, just a fraction, and pull him closer, parting her lips shakily. She had waited for so long to kiss him!

He followed her lead, tentatively answering her pleading, even raising his second hand to graze her chin line, but eventually, he pulled back.

Had she… gone too far? No. He smiled. And a cheeky smile on top of that. His hand that had just left tingling warmth on her skin reached for something just behind her. Plop! The tree rustled and snowflakes drizzled on their heads.

“Here,” he said, threading a big leaf of ivy into the stitches on his hat. “Now you have permission to kiss me whenever you feel like it.”

“I will take full advantage of this, I hope you know that.” Zelda giggled, touched the leathery leaf with her fingertips, and bumped her forehead against his.

“I hope so.” He nudged his cold nose against hers. “Just… don’t tell our little secret about ivy and mistletoes to anyone else. I’m not interested in kissing random people either. It’s been you for me for a while now, too.”

“Promised.”

And then, they kissed again, because what better way is there to keep their lips sealed?

#zelink #twilight princess #advent calendar #day 9 #zeldaelmo writes #close enough #legend of zelda

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princesspipppetals-blog · 2 years ago

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Christmas countdown day 5

credit to the artist:

source: derpibooru

#mlp #christmas advent calendar #day 5 #my little pony friendship is magic #applejack #rainbow dash #spike #fluttershy #repost #pinkie pie #twilight sparkle #rarity

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livehorsesartpage · 2 years ago

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Yesterday was a busy Saturday, so I'm uploading this now.

The tale of the Hearth's Warming Eve is a perfect picturing of the word "Unity" and it sorta gives continuity to the previous prompt "Warmth" I like the idea that the foundation of Equestria was related in the show with this holiday that represents the Pony version of Christmas, because Christmas is in a way the event that divides the History Era and the beginning of the story of the Church before its foundation.

This Christmas, let's stay together in harmony and love, and beware of division, resentment and hatred between us, so no windigo can't be fed this season!

Made with pencil colors and markers at December 4th of 2022

#Advent #Advent Calendar #Advent 2022 #Advent Calendar 2022 #Steps to the Manger #Steps to the Manger 2022 #Drawing challenge #MLP #MLPFIM #MLPG4 #My Little Pony #My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic #Hearth's Warming Eve #Fluttershy #Twilight Sparkle #Applejack

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dontgodownfornoroses · 2 years ago

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Advent Calendar Day 9:

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#advent calendar #look #we were all teenagers at some point #I just happened to be a teenager in the late 90s #don't judge me #I know how many of you read Twilight #rose knows christmas #Youtube

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gisellelx · 1 year ago

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Twilight Advent Calendar, Day 10

Masterpost/Prompts

Dec. 10 - Pick one of the witnesses in Breaking Dawn. What was it like for them to stay at the Cullens' home for those two weeks? Who did they spend time with?

"Revolutionaries"

(~1300 words)

There was no question about it.

Carlisle’s family was weird.

He’d met them before, but in passing. Now, surrounded, Garrett understood that the meetings had been in the woods, on street corners, at night, not because that was normal for Carlisle’s coven, but for his benefit. He had heard Carlisle say the words “home” and call the rangy redhead his son, but it just hadn’t registered. He thought it was just language, that his old friend was making himself feel better about the state of affairs he lived in. But it wasn’t.

They had a goddamn Christmas tree. When it had been suggested that he go to the Cullen home, Garrett had assumed he’d find a coven playacting. Staying out of the way of the Volturi. Hiding from humankind. And surely, surely there couldn’t be seven of them as perfect in their records as Carlisle.

But, no, here they were. Half a dozen bedrooms, closets with clothes that weren’t purloined from victims. Carlisle, nerd that he was, had a whole fucking library on the second floor, with books he’d been toting for two centuries. Five bathrooms—for what? And a kitchen. Well, that was, oddly, going to use.

Garrett could hear her, humming to herself as she buzzed around, again making some sort of something for the werewolves who were sleeping on the doorstep, and realized he recognized the tune. Penny Lane.

Yep, he needed air.

There was a figure already on the porch when he exited, and even if the scent hadn’t registered before his eyes did, he’d have recognized the silhouette anywhere. The shoulders were slumped in a way that reminded Garrett of two hundred twenty years ago. The body of a man trying to convince himself he was happy, when he wasn’t.

“This is some endeavor, English,” he said, and the head whipped around. Garrett laughed. “Did I startle you?” Absurd.

A long sigh. “Oh, perhaps I was somewhat aware.” The face broke into a tired smile. “I’m just out here cogitating.”

Garrett cocked his head. “You do you know you sound like the most horrible snob when you use words like that.”

This, thankfully, elicited a smile. “Noted. What brings you outdoors?”

“Your woman was singing the Beatles; I had to escape.”

A questioning frown.

“I didn’t care for the first British invasion. I like the second even less.”

His friend’s bark of a laugh was familiar. Garrett grinned in return, and then joined Carlisle at his side, leaning against the thick railing.

“I will say, however, that her taste in music aside, Esme is quite the—”

“Garrett.”

“—lovely woman is what I was going to say,” he finished sweetly, flashing Carlisle a wide smile. His friend shook his head, rolling his eyes, but then they met gazes and Carlisle smirked. Both of them began laughing.

“I am a lucky man; I won’t deny it.”

“Hell yes you are, you bastard.” He punched Carlisle in the shoulder, and Carlisle looked down shyly, a wry smile playing on his face. “And here I thought you were going to go all eternity without ever doing the deed.”

Another laugh. “Truthfully? So did I.”

The moonlight glinted off Carlisle’s hair as they both fell into companionable silence again. They looked enough alike to pass as brothers; it had been something Garrett had liked all those centuries ago. Even though Carlisle was his elder by a century and then some, he had always struck Garrett as naïve. His hope, his steadfast confidence that if he just did things his way, it would all turn out right and well. It was as admirable as it was ridiculous.

And yet it was working.

Garrett didn’t have to work hard to make out the individual conversations going on in the expansive living room as he and Carlisle stared together out into the forest. The sisters—also gorgeous, talking with the Spanish woman. Her mate, locked in a quiet talk with Carlisle’s son. The weird kid, with her even weirder name, reading to her mother while Carlisle’s blonde daughter interjected every now and again. The lawn behind the house twinkled in color from the tree and the lights that went up the banister in the big room; the shadows cast by the roaring fire danced playfully across the porch.

“You succeeded,” he said finally.

“Mmm?”

He gestured widely at the house behind them. “You succeeded. At this. I thought you were bereft of your senses, with that diet and the doctor thing and everything but…you did it.” He turned, leaning against the rail. “Family life suits you. I don’t know why I am surprised.”

Carlisle made a noise somewhere between a snort and a laugh. “It’s not easy. At times, I envy your freedom.” He turned back to Garrett. “I wasn’t out here merely cogi—thinking. I was worrying, while Edward isn’t paying attention. I’m worried about Alice and Jasper, and I’m worried about Renesmee, and I’m worried what that will do to Bella, and what any of this will do to Edward. And then all of you…”

Garrett clapped a hand on Carlisle’s shoulder. “We chose to come. You can’t take that on.”

The brow furrowed again. “I feel responsible.”

“That’s your problem, not anyone else’s. No one is going to hold you responsible for”—he gestured widely in the direction of the field where the clairvoyant had indicated they would need to be—“whatever goes on out there. You’re responsible for this. This gathering. These friends. This…family. This is what you worry about. This is what you can control.”

They both glanced back in the doors. Someone had turned on Christmas music. The Spanish woman was slow dancing with her mate. One of the sisters—the prettier one—had accepted the offer of a a Santa hat. Muffled laughter. The sound of crackling, and the earthen scent of a fresh log beginning to burn.

“And which of you with taking thought can add to his stature one cubit,” Carlisle muttered.

“Huh?”

This elicited another chuckle. “The twelfth chapter of Luke, you heathen.” He grinned. “But it’s a welcome reminder. Thank you.”

The Bible. Of course. That hadn’t changed, either. Garrett stared. Carlisle’s expression seemed to have softened; the strange, amber eyes glowed differently. The two of them stared out into the blackness of the night, the moon glinting off the river so close to the house. They listened to this; the way the water pounded against what must have been much larger rocks further north, where the elevation was even higher, before coming whooshing through the woods behind the stately home.

It was a long while before Garrett got the eerie feeling of being watched. He turned back toward the hulking French doors. Esme standing there, her head cocked, her arms crossed over her chest.

“There’s a beautiful woman looking for you, English,” Garrett said, nudging Carlisle in the ribs.

Carlisle turned. “So there is.” He beckoned, and the door opened a crack as Esme leaned out.

“Your granddaughter wants to say goodnight,” she called. “They’re going back over to the cottage in a few minutes.”

Your granddaughter, Garrett mouthed. The words still felt strange on his lips.

Carlisle didn’t miss this. “It is amazing, isn’t it?”

Garrett stared back at the door. “Like I said. It suits you.” He nodded in the direction of Carlisle’s wife. “Go. Stop worrying. At least for the night.”

In the same instant that Carlisle nodded, he was at his wife’s side. He put his arm around her waist, and she tipped her chin up so that their lips met. It looked…familiar. Garrett watched the way their gazes followed each other’s, the way a hand around the waist slipped slowly over hips to become a hand in another hand. The way she smiled up at him. The blur of knee-high blue that was the little girl streaking across the living room for his knees. The way he lifted her into the air and how she giggled and squeaked as he tossed her before settling her, one-armed, onto his hip. That even amidst the worry, his face lit up as he pressed his nose to hers and she put her palm to his cheek.

He had thought Carlisle boring. Naïve. Even deluded. I envy your freedom, he heard his friend’s voice echo in his head.

But as he listened to the laughter on the other side of the door, and watched the way the colored lights played off the planes of his friend’s face, Garrett wondered if freedom was really all Carlisle imagined it was cracked up to be.

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Note: A more modern translation of Luke 12:25 reads “Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life?” (NRSV). But I feel confident that if Carlisle is going to quote the Bible, it’s the 1611 KJV that he has in mind.

#carlisle cullen #garrett #my fic #twilightadvent23 #The only thing missing when I write these two #Is two bottles of Coors Light #but I try to imagine blocking that includes them cracking open a bottle #and keep that vibe

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needahugfromesme · 1 year ago

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Dec. 11 - Besides painting, what art forms does Esme enjoy? How do you imagine her art room/setup looks? - Photography and here's cottagecore art studio

#twilight #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #carlisle x esme #twilight fanart #my art #twilightadvent23

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palmofafreezinghand · 1 year ago

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twilight advent calendar day twelve: What changes did the rest of the family see in Edward as he began to fall in love with Bella? (prompts here)

Early March 2005.

Gesso. Ochre. Cadmium red. The routine had stayed the same for over forty years.

A professor had once written about the warmth of her — well a male pseudonym’s — art, about the expert knowledge of color theory and keen observation skills, and how she — the male pseudonym — was arguably one of the most technically skilled artists of the century. Her husband had been thrilled by the recognition of what he had claimed to know for decades. She always suspected he was thrilled by the fact his vast collection of unreleased sketches and warmup paintings skyrocketed in value overnight. It was an amusing memory, a silly little compliment that had cemented her routine in fear of never reaching such recognition again.

“Dr. Callaghan may have been wrong about the technique, but he was not wrong about your skill. You are one of the greats,” Edward’s voice came from the doorway.

“How long have you been spying?” Esme asked.

“Have you ever accepted a compliment?”

“How can I help you, Edward?”

“I do not need anything,” Edward responded, taking a seat in the armchair tucked in the corner of the studio, placed specifically for the two members of her family who insisted on keeping her company as she worked. “I only wished to watch you paint.”

‘This will be good,’ Esme thought to herself, failing to bite back her sigh. At one point in their lives, Edward would have sincerely spent an afternoon sitting comfortably watching her paint. It had been at least ten years since he had last done this.

“It has not been that long,” Edward said quietly.

She flipped through her memory like a rolodex. Dozens of times she would drift into the living room while he played the piano only for him to excuse himself a few minutes later. Hundreds of invitations to accompany her on a hunt, or errand, or in a game of chess, all politely declined. The past month or so he had scarcely been home at all.

“I have been a lousy son.”

“I did not say that, dear.” It had been seventeen years since he referred to himself as her son in front of her, it had only been a year since he referred to himself as such in front of others. Edward winced at this thought and she mentally apologized.

“You did not have to say it, it is true.”

“I was simply surprised you are here, sweetheart, that is all.”

“I wanted to watch you paint.”

Esme smiled, getting up to fetch a new bottle of linseed oil.

“And,” Edward continued after a moment.

“Here we go,” Esme laughed.

Edward rolled his eyes with a fond smile. It was a playfulness that was once hallmark to their relationship. She had not realized how much she had mourned it.

“You were the one painting me, I presumed you would like a live reference.”

“I have your face memorized, you know that.”

“It appears I have been the subject of the week,” Edward said, standing and walking over to her desk that was littered with dozens of sketches and paintings of him. His unspoken question of why hung in the air.

She did not say the answer aloud but instead thought of the element she had been trying to capture. She walked back to her desk and saw his finger lingering on one of the drawings’ dimples.

‘It had been a while since I had seen that smile,’ she mentally explained. If she was truthful she had not seen him smile so brightly before, before he met… her.

“I apologize I have been so morose lately.”

“Lately as in the past twenty years?” Esme laughed, poking his arm. He shockingly laughed along. ‘I’m happy to see you so happy.”

“Even if it means I am never home?”

“Of course,” she smiled. “I was probably a rotten friend when Carlisle and I first started courting.”

“You were an awful friend,” Edward chuckled. “You kept thinking of my father without his clothes on, it was traumatizing.”

Esme smiled, attempting to keep her mind from wandering.

“Esme,” Edward chided, crinkling his nose in disgust.

“You brought it up,” she smiled, taking a seat at her desk once more. He walked back over to the arm chair, slinging his legs over one arm.

They sat in peaceful quiet as she worked on the portrait, occassionally glancing over at him as she painted the face she knew too well.

“Will you just ask already?” Edward eventually sighed.

“I do not wish to pry,” Esme lied. She wished to pry very much and to know every detail about the girl who brought her son’s happiness back but she knew better.

“Her name is Bella.”

“I know that,” Esme grinned, spinning on her stool to face him. “Tell me everything else.”

“She’s perfect. She loves Jane Austen,” Edward said, looking at the ceiling as if he did not know where to begin. “Her middle name is Marie…”

Esme reached for her sketchbook and pencil as he spoke, not taking her eyes off his face. She barely glanced down at the paper as began to sketch her son absolutely beaming.

He stopped after a minute, recgonizing the faces begining to form on her page.

“Is that what I look like?”

‘Only when you talk about her… and Liberace.’

“I should not be this happy. She is a human, this is not going to end well,” Edward started, the familiar frown returning between his brows.

“Edward,” Esme sighed. “Can you allow yourself to be happy for once?”

“How are you not worried?”

“I know you will worry enough for the both of us,” Esme laughed, begining to refine her linework.

“Your eternal optimism can be cloying at times.”

“Do you wish to tell me you do not feel hopeful when you think of her?”

“Not solely hopeful.”

“But there is hope?”

“Yes,” Edward admitted reluctantly yet immediately, a soft smile on his face.

Esme grinned. “Will you please tell me more?”

“She was born on September 13, 1987. Her favorite color is brown…”

He was grinning as he spoke, allowing himself a rare moment to gush without worrying about the future and all the possibilities. Esme had to flip to another page of her sketchbook, it was difficult to capture his unadulterated joy accurately but she was quite grateful she finally had the opportunity to try.

#so sorry i keep bending the prompts #twilightadvent23 #edward cullen #esme cullen #my stories

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denalilily · 1 year ago

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✨☃️ Twilight Advent Calendar - Day 5 ☃️✨

What is each Cullen's favorite college major so far? What new major should they should try someday?

Carlisle - all his favorite college fields have something to do with medicine and healthcare. His favorite fields so far have been general surgery and trauma medicine. He knows he has a gift of staying calm and collected in the middle of panicky chaos, and uses it to its full advantage to help people.

Esme - her favorite field is architecture, which she has incorporated some of her other skills into (like art). She has used her skills and money to design a beautiful house as a shelter for women in abusive relationships where they can get the support and help they need. She prefers to not directly interact with humans, but has thought about becoming a therapist some day.

Edward - he enjoys molecular biology and philosophy most of all the fields he's studied. He studied at the theatre one year in an attempt to become an opera singer. No one lets him forget it.

Rosalie - her favorite field is astrophysics, which she has multiple degrees in, loving the look on people's faces when they realize she's a blonde supermodel who's an actual rocket scientist. She's also worked as an OBGYN in a hospital with Carlisle, which she loved but eventually, it got too painful for her to be around babies and pregnant women every day.

Emmett - he's mostly studied fields related to fitness and his favorite is kinesiology, and he usually uses that degree to go on to become a personal trainer. He's also a professional chef and has worked in high end restaurants.

Alice - she's an expert on business and economics and has multiple degrees in it, but her favorite will always be fashion design. She's also worked as a party planner and a professional dancer/gymnast.

Jasper - world history and American history, but usually chooses to study in a military academy and his favorite job is air force pilot. He sometimes works summers at amusement parks or water parks to bask in the happy emotions of humans.

Bella - English literature and environmental biology, especially botany

#sorry this is so half assed #I'm tired af but wanted to write it anyway #so here it is #twilightadvent23 #cullens

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lilolilyr · 8 days ago

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random questions ♡

Tagged by @elizabeth-mitchells, thank you very much!

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav color: I don't really have one favorite, it depends on what it's for, plus lots of colours are just really pretty, especially combinations! but the one I always claim as 'mine' for board games and such is yellow :)

: ̗̀➛ how long have u been on tumblr for: literally half my life.

: ̗̀➛ wheres a place u always wanted to travel to: I always wanted to go to South Africa because my parents were there during their university days, and last year i got to go as well! :D

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav clothing brand(s): I haven't got one. I have 0 brand loyalty. Mostly shop second hand anyway

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav singer/band(s): been listening to a lot of classic rock lately (every year a local-ish radio station does a 'top 1000 songs' thing and there is always a lot of classic rock in there and every time I get stuck on it for a while), Deep Purple, Metallica, The Cure, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Queen, Genesis, ... Apart from that the one band I've been listening to entire albums of for a while now is Dirt Poor Robins, they're doing very theatrical rock, I love it! More long term favs of mine are Annie Lenox, Hayley Kiyoko, The Pretty Reckless, MCR, Stevie Nicks, Måneskin, Florence & The Machine, Eric Clapton, Coldplay, Taylor Swift, Sting, Sarah Connor, Amy MacDonald, oh gosh I could go on... Definitely don't have one Fav, just many many great musicians I listen to! :D oh, and the Instagram guy who does the 'green socialist vampire/free range organic humans' music reels, he's so on point and hilarious. Never do remember his name until I come across a video again though.

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur current phone lockscreen: standard fairphone 4 background design. never got around to changing it and at this point it's grown on me... I usually stick to one background the entire time I have a phone, but usually it's at least something I picked xD I've had this phone for two years now, so I think it's stuck now xD

: ̗̀➛ most recent/current hyperfixation: star wars! Specifically, fanfiction either about time travel or mandalorians. Or both. Usually featuring some combination of Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jaster Mereel, Jango Fett, Ahsoka Tano, Commander Cody, Yan Dooku... Well, and others too, but I think those are my favs lately! Before that it was more Anakin/Tatooine centric fics but I'm back on the Mando train now, also have a whole list of all the mando'a vocab mentioned in fic, at this point I probably know more words in that made up language than i do in Spanish (my 3d language in school, nothing bloody well stuck. Should've tried teaching it to me by telling me it's from Star wars hmm xD), if you're interested in Star Wars fics check out my 312 bookmarks on the topic, nearly all of them from this year! Also, NCIS because I've been watching the first seasons on DVD. Also also, twilight memes, specifically all the hilarious fake names for the demon spawn! (& prev re your answer, thank you for telling me who elizabeth mitchell is xD I do try to at least keep up with your urls!)

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur relationship status: single

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur dream job: being paid for tumblrin (more realistically tho, I do genuinely like building social media presences, doing video editing, and a lot of other parts of online marketing, plus it tends to be a job that can be done partially or completely in home office... So I hope I can find some job that a) I don't hate and b) leaves me enough time to actually live my life lmao)

: ̗̀➛ outside of tumblr, fav social app: telegram messenger where my irl friends are <3 also atm Instagram but not for the social aspect, oh no, it's November which means it's my yearly quest of entering every single giveaway in the hope of winning an advent calendar or at least some other trash. Usually works, too, lmao, I mean it's just math, if I enter a couple hundred giveaways each entered by a couple hundred people, I'll probably win sth xD yeah yeah I'm gambling but at least I'm just wasting time on my phone instead of betting money? Instagram has currently restricted me from commenting though for a whole week, apparently it's convinced I'm spam now xD I mean I could switch to my cosplay account but then I'd have to clean that up too in January, I mean I do need/want fo unfollow all those giveaway brand accounts again -_-

: ̗̀➛ do u have pets (if u do have pets, what kind/how many): no

: ̗̀➛ do u prefer tea or coffee: tea, preferably rooibos or green tea, assam in the mornings to wake up

: ̗̀➛ whats ur fav ice cream flavor: this year I discovered hazelnut ice cream and it's brilliant!

: ̗̀➛ tag at least three other tumblr accounts: @toboldlynerd @squishmittenficfan @jackwolfskid @mindless-mars @hereforamediocretimenotalongtime @lavendelhummel @asstraightasau-turn @purlturtle @viharistenno only if you want to of course :)

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#tagging meme #tagged #nov'24 #music #music tag #random questions #mine #15.11.24 #Elizabeth-mitchells #daniwouldnever #my star wars #lilo reads #current obsession

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jessicanjpa · 2 years ago

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Thank you to everyone who has participated in the first week of the Twilight Advent Calendar event! It's been so much fun sharing our headcanons (and ficlets, fan art, etc.) and fleshing out our favorite characters a little more.

You can jump in anytime and answer whichever headcanon prompts you're interested in. Next up for December 8:

Besides baseball, which other vampire-level sport have the Cullens tried out? How do they modify it to be more challenging/fun?

The tag: #twilightadvent22

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#twilightadvent22 #Prompts #Twilight Advent Calendar #Fandom event #Headcanons

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goldeneyedgirl · 1 year ago

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Twilight Advent Calendar Day 5

Dec. 5 - What is each Cullen's favorite college major so far? What new major should they try someday?

Carlisle's favorite: Neurology. I think that Carlisle is someone who connects his faith and his medical practice together, and learning about the brain from a medical standpoint would have fascinated him. I see him studying this in Europe in the late 1700s/early 1800s, and then again in the very early 1980s.

Try someday: I'm going to say Pediatric Oncology. He's never specialized in children's medicine before, and the oncology specialty is particularly difficult because of the amount of loss associated with the department. But if he can use his abilities and lifetime of skills to get one child diagnosis or treatment a little bit sooner, then it's worth it. But the emotional toll would affect his family, so he hasn't tried yet.

Oh, or something revolving around English History, with a specific focuses on religion's role. He'd like to examine that part of his past from an analytical and academic perspective.

Esme's favorite: Interior Architecture. It's one thing to decorate a room, which Esme enjoys, but it's a totally different thing to build the room from scratch to capture a specific kind of light, and be a specific shape, accentuate the sound of Edward's piano, and work with the movements and behaviours of her family. She just loves how she gets to create this sanctuary from nothing. And getting to explore that across residential and commercial spaces was magical to her. It's also one of those degrees she gets to use regularly.

Try someday: Languages. Like the rest of the family, she can speak quite a few, but she'd love to go back and get a formal qualification so that she could do translation work professionally. Esme always seeks out her favourite books in foreign editions to compare the translations, and would love to work on book translations.

Edward's favorite: Music. It's his passion, and he loves to be able to study it so in depth, and get feedback from an academic and practical perspective from someone with a similar interest and passion. Carlisle insists he can only study music once every two decades to encourage diverse interests and prevent a connection being made between identities, so he really savors it when he gets to study it again.

Try someday: Family Law. As as a way to honour his biological father, but Edward has no use for more money or fighting for the prestige in law school, so he likes Family Law the best. It would also come in handy for the Cullens' cover story, and with his gift he believes he could make sure children are protected. Realistically, though, he would only get away with practicing for a year or two, so he keeps putting it off. With the rise in video conferencing and online consultations, though, there's potential for the future.

Rosalie's favorite: Nothing will ever take away the joy and pride Rosalie felt graduating from her very first Engineering degree. It's the one degree she prizes over the others because she was one of the first girls allowed in the program, and she graduated with honours (second place in the class because the school didn't want controversy, but Rose knows they fudged the grades.)

Try someday: Either Social Work or Early Childhood. Rosalie would love to advocate for women, especially those struggling, but she also recognises her bad temper would probably make a mess of the situation. Maybe one day. Early Childhood is more likely; it sounds wonderful but it's still hard - a little easier after Renesmee, but something she's working towards in the future.

Emmett's favorite: Video game design - he loved every aspect of that because it was such a great mix of hardcore coding and computer work combined with more creative aspects. He also loved the diverse applications of it, and explaining how it was valuable for medicine and engineering. His final project was technically a failure because it ran too fast and the controllers were buggy according to his professors, but it was also the first vampire-speed video game to be made and he still adds levels to it every so often.

Try someday: Emmett puts a bunch of degrees that sound mildly interesting or really weird in a hat and draws one out each time. He claims that this creates diverse interests and keeps him on his toes. He just loves the looks at his family's faces when he announces that he'll be tackling a degree in Turfgrass Science or Amusement Park Engineering. Gunsmithing and Surf Science have both caught his eye, though.

Alice's favorite: The very first fashion design degree she ever took. She went from being a girl that stole most of her clothing and wore them until they were destroyed, to learning how to choose fabric, how to draw patterns, cut and sew her own clothes. She learnt about designers, about how fashion shaped society, and it allowed Alice to build herself up from nothing - clothing is such a comfort to her, and being able to make it from scratch is just another level of security.

Try someday: Finance Law. It would be useful for her own wheelings and dealings, since most of her education in finance is from the 50s and 60s night school, playing the stock market, and what she gets from her visions. Having a formal degree in that area would also streamline a lot of stuff for the family. It's just so dry, Alice keeps putting it off. And yes, there would be major Elle Woods vibes if she gets around to it.

Jasper's favorite: Philosophy. The boy does love a little bit of navel gazing and contemplation about humanity as a concept. It's helped him deal with a lot of things that happened in his past, and the choices that he made, as well as how to move forward. He loves getting out the old books and sinking into them for days; it's the only study area where he's actually worked as an online professor.

Try someday: Forensic Psychology. Jasper would love to understand what makes people tick, especially abnormal ones. He would love to understand how he became such a monster, and if it was inevitable or if there was a trigger. And he would really enjoy figuring out the motivations behind crimes. Everything about Forensic Psychology appeals to the strategic side of him.

Bella's favorite: English literature. Bella loves it. She loves classic novels, and getting to study them is a dream. She loves discussing them in depth with other people who are just as passionate about them, and examining the difference in language and media portrayals, as well as the reflections from the author's real lives. She gets to shut herself up with a stack of her favourites, write about them, and get graded on her thoughts. It's perfect.

Try someday: Education or publishing. I think Bella would enjoy teaching literature to high school students, especially at a selective school where the kids were high achievers and invested in their education. She'd be a deadly serious English teacher, maybe even aim for a year or two teaching at a college-level. Or I could see her going into media to get into publishing and editing, allowing her to commit extensive time into reading, but also helping shape future books.

#twilightadvent23 #late to the party #and wearing a temporary brace on my hand so this took three times as long to type out #headcanons #i had a few thoughts about my choices #emmett has the weirdest collection of degrees out of the family #you can't change my mind

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zeldaelmo · 2 years ago

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The art for this story is from @jimmyjims ! 🥰

Fairy Magic

It all started with a harmless, unremarkable replica of a fairy on Zelda's shelf. She had pulled out a thick, dusty code of law and the figurine slipped from the edge so suddenly that she barely shifted the book and caught the fairy. Maybe it was a remnant of last year's holiday decorations. The scent of old paper was already tickling her nose, she had put it back without looking and forgotten about it.

A few hours later, she had — still immersed in the depth of Zora trading laws — grabbed for her pen and found a sugar cane of all things in her hand instead. Frowning, she left it on the plate with her half-eaten, cold lunch so that the servants would put it away. She rubbed her fingers in the napkin and shook her head. She needed to talk to Link, as much as she enjoyed his company, he couldn't clatter her working space with sticky sweets.

Evening came and brought twinkling stars shining through her window, with Link knocking at her door.

"Hey, wanna go to the festival with me? They have excellent fritters filled with goat cheese. Nearly as good as Ulli's." He nodded toward the plate and the telling pile of empty tea cups beside her. "You could use a break."

Zelda rubbed her temples, realizing belatedly that she smeared ink onto her cheek from her thumb. "Not today, sorry. I have to get this done, unfortunately." Her smile, a little forced at first, grew brighter and brighter the longer she looked at him. If only she could spare more time for him… "Did you like the book I picked out for you?"

He leaned casually into the doorframe and chuckled. "The one about the finery of diplomacy? Fa-bu-lous."

She threw the napkin at him. "I meant the novel and you know that. We can debate it if you want. As soon as… I'm done with this."

"I'd love to. Nothing better than explaining to the Queen of Hyrule how she misunderstood an entire book." Snorting, Zelda picked up her pen and aimed at him and he ducked his head, laughing. He was the one who got it all wrong on a regular basis.

"So, you really can't come with me tonight? They have sweets and games, too."

Her lips were pressed in a thin line. "Sorry. I need to work through this tonight."

"That's what you said yesterday, too. Different book, same excuse." He smiled, crossed the distance to her desk, and kissed the inky spot on her face. "You work too hard, really. Nothing bad will happen if you skip…" He flipped the book close with a thud. "... Zora trading law. Oh, how very interesting."

"King Ralis proposed a novelization of the contracts and you know how inexperienced he is. If I don't stay on top of things, nobody will."

He left with another kiss and a shrug. He didn't mind going with his knight friends, but she still felt bad, no matter how often he reassured her he was aware of what he had signed up for.

Zelda sighed, thumbing through the book. Did he have to close it? He could at least have left his index in the gap. Ah, there. Wait, had he secretly set a bookmark for her? Smiling, she turned a smooth straw star in her hands. Okay, that was cute of him. He must have snuck it in on purpose! She tucked the star into the letter rack and turned it so that it would shine on her while she worked. It would be a long evening.

Zelda yawned, half stumbling over the threshold of her study. It was entirely too early to be awake. Her eyes refused to cooperate, orders from the Queen herself or not. She needed to get ahead of her work and if the day didn’t have enough hours, only the morning and the night remained.

The sun, still clothed with a veil of gray winter fog, filtered through her window and cast a mix of dim light and muddy shadow on her carpet. On, off, on, off. She shuddered, successfully rolling the unsettling feeling of prison bars from her shoulders. She wouldn't think about that time of her life now or she would never get anything done.

Hm? What was there in the light specks anyway? She circled the spot, carefully avoiding disturbing the pale light. Were those shadows in the form of shooting stars? Yes! She swirled around. There, on the glass of her window, she spotted shooting stars made of colorful paper, spreading all over the surface like a meteor shower. Wow, how beautiful! But… who had put them there? And why? Well, whoever it was, they managed to raise a smile from her. But now, back to work!

The servant calling her for the meeting with King Ralis pointed at the falling stars, a silent question ghosting over her face. Zelda shrugged, rubbing her aching nape. "Maybe it was the maid who cleaned the study last night? Who was on duty yesterday… was it Elisa?"

The servant nodded. "Maybe her children made them. It's cute! I wish someone would treat me like that, too. But now I have to insist that you come with me, unfortunately. Maybe she decorated the conference room, too." She laughed about her own joke, and Zelda joined her, both in laughing and on her way to the meeting. At the door, she waited for the servant to leave and took a moment to stretch her limbs. Her back was destroying her, she was not looking forward to sitting straight as an oak through several hours of discussions. It was no use. She pulled herself together and pushed through the heavy door, literally and figuratively.

Skies above, what a mess! Her chin held down the too many folders in her arms and Zelda pressed the door handle down with her elbow. Barely clutching everything, she pushed the door to her study open with her behind. Ahem. Hopefully, nobody saw her like this, a queen using her rear end to open doors... Thankfully, the corridors were empty at this unholy hour but what should she do? King Ralis' advisors had changed the whole freaking contract! She would have to double-check every single paragraph and she would do it now.

Whoa, wait! Who on Hylia’s green earth had put a flower arrangement on the middle of her desk? With an annoyed huff, she nudged it aside with the side of her head, the folders dangerously close to slipping from her grasp. She only managed to catch them with her thigh already on their way down. Who had put the flowers here? Everyone from Snow Peak to Castle Town knew she was courting Link. Their marriage was scheduled for spring, so logically, she hadn’t gotten flowers or gifts from suitors for months.

The folders were finally neatly stacked on her desk, so she could take a closer look at the arrangement. Fir branches served as a base for a handful of midnight blue candles and pine cones dusted with glitter were carefully arranged between ornaments made of smoked glass. There was no card, however, so maybe not a suitor. Hm, odd. The servants usually didn't bother with flowers, the only exception being her birthday. Well, she would find out eventually, but now, back to the papers!

She dropped on her chair and opened the first file, a tired sigh escaping her throat. If only the old advisors of her parents were still here to help, but they fled at the first signs of the invasion and had never been seen again, so it was just her and five folders full of neatly lined papers.

Three pages in, the piney smell of the flower arrangement wafted over to her and she raised her head from the contract. She should light up the candles, it would be a shame to let them go to waste and a little more coziness might lift her spirits. Wasn’t there a box of matches somewhere in the drawers of her desk? Ah, here. Her gaze lingered on the tasteful candles and she caressed the smooth surface of a glass snowflake with her fingers. The midnight blue, the fir branches… this was a bouquet for Nayru’s Eve, right? She smiled at the beautiful arrangement, but then, her smile dropped and so did her stomach. Spirits, was it this close to Nayru’s Eve already? Oh, boy, she would never get everything done until then!

She woke up to Link nudging her awake. The seams of her sleeve had left an imprint on her cheek and her hair was splayed all over the papers. Oh, ouch, her neck was stiff from lying in a strained position.

“Zelda, come on. You need a break, don’t argue with me, please.”

“I’ll take a break soon,” she mumbled, but he swept her up from her chair and into his arms. Goddesses, he was so warm and cozy; her eyelids immediately started wavering again. “Only a few minutes, okay? I need to…” Wait, had someone engarlanded the walls of her study? With crystals?

“You need to work, I know, I know,” he reassured her, his calm voice lulling her back to sleep, the festoons already forgotten.

Bright sunlight shone into her eyes and she jolted awake, her blanket pooling on the floor of her bedroom from the impact of her action. How late was it? The sun was high, had she slept the whole morning? Oh, no, that couldn’t be true!

Her commotion had alerted a maid who popped her head through the door to Zelda’s bedroom. “Oh, you’re awake. Do you want me to prepare a bath?”

“A bath?!” Zelda sputtered, jumping out of the bed and running over to her closet. “I don’t have time for such nonsense, I need to get back to work! Why didn’t you wake me up at the time I instructed?”

The maid dropped her gaze to the carpet. “Um, Master Link told us to let you sleep as long as you needed, so we decided to wait until you woke up on your own.”

Oh, sweet summer child, Link. He meant well, she knew that, but… “Okay, it’s no use now. Help me with this cursed dress and then you’ll bring me tea and some scones to my study. I wish not to be disturbed until dinner. Or no, better until midnight.”

“As you wish, Your Majesty.” The maid’s voice sounded timidly from behind her and she pulled hurriedly at the cords of Zelda’s dress.

Closing the last buttons of her blouse herself, Zelda rushed to her study. There was an entire army of tiny fairy sculptures lined up on her shelves, all performing different, elegant dancing positions, but Zelda couldn’t care less who put them there. She had lost four hours this morning and the next meeting with King Ralis’ and his advisors was scheduled for tomorrow!

The meeting went better than Zelda had expected. Suspiciously good, to be honest. King Ralis had started to stand up for the points he wanted to make rather than getting spoken over by his advisors. He was young but they were mostly on the same wavelength when it came to the benefit of both kingdoms, so suddenly, the whole process had become much easier for her. Now she just had to bring everything in a presentable form. Hand lingering on the handle of her door, she frowned. It was almost as if King Ralis had been coached for the meeting. But who—

The door to her study swung open and she was hit with hundreds of twinkling lights, all of them floating at the ceiling. Link stood in the middle of her room, uncorking a bottle and setting just another pinkish glowing ball free.

“Hey.” He smiled, warm and sweet, gently pushing the light up towards its companions at the ceiling with the back of his hand. “Did everything go well with King Ralis? Or should I ask after the advisors?”

“Yes, we reached an understanding. King Ralis was actually a good negotiator today. I just have to—”

“Nuh, nuh,” he said and chuckled, crossing the room and closing the door after her.

“Link,” she started, her voice already going quiet.

“I know, you’re busy. I'm happy that King Ralis was an equal today — I bet that saved you a lot of time." From behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and put his chin on her shoulder. “I won’t keep you too long, I promise.” His lips found her cheek and he peppered her skin with little kisses, his warmth enveloping her like a duvet. “Close your eyes,” he whispered and she did, leaning back against him. Goddesses, she needed him, the safety of his arms, she just—

“Can you hear the faint melody?” His hand stroked a lazy pattern on her forearm and her muscles slacked further with every little caress he spoiled her with. “It’s the melody of Nayru’s little helpers gifting every child in Hyrule with magic powder. The fairies leave it behind, dusting Nayru’s proteges by fluttering their tiny wings to keep them safe for another year. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

She nodded. The quiet, featherlight chime together with the little nudge of his nose against her cheek gave her goosebumps. Hardly audible, she breathed, “They usually don’t come for adults.”

His lips pulled upward and the light stubble on his cheeks grazed her skin. “I admit I had to call in some favors.”

Humming barely audible, she nestled herself further into his arms, the ache of her neck and her shoulders slowly slipping from her body.

“Hey, don’t doze off, love.” He chuckled into her ear and squeezed her arm. “Don’t move and don’t open your eyes. I’ll be right back.”

The door clicked and Zelda mourned the loss of his warmth. She might have taken another peek at the fairies, too, but she didn’t turn so that she wouldn’t ruin the fun for him. She had never seen so many in one place!

Thankfully, he kept his promise and was back quickly, making shuffling noises she couldn’t identify.

“I’m here,” he muttered and took her arm. “Keep your eyes close, I’ll guide you to your settee.”

One yelp from her later, she sat on his lap, and chuckling, he buried his face into the crook of her neck again. “Sorry." He raised her hand to his lips, kissing a line from her wrist toward her hand, his lips lingering in her palm. With some trial and error due to her temporary blindness, she cradled his cheek, stroking her thumb over his warm, rough skin.

"Tell me what you smell," he said, a smile in his voice.

"Hmm…" She leaned back at his shoulder again, taking her time. "You."

That drew a quiet laugh from him that shook them both. "And what else?"

"The fir branches. I could make them out anywhere, I sat next to them for two long days."

"Is that so?"

"It was you, right? You decorated everything for me."

Humming, he kissed her temple. "You wouldn't slow down so I thought I'll bring the holiday mood to you."

"You're the best."

"Oh," he said and laughed, "we're not finished yet. What else do you smell?"

"Hm. Not sure?"

"Okay, don't move now. I'll help." He shifted, stretching his arm out for something.

"Chocolate?"

"Yes! You can open your eyes now, but be careful."

A mug of steaming hot cacao was in his hands, nearly as big as his grin. On her tea table, he had prepared another mug for himself, and on a plate cake after cake piled up. There was no way that she could taste them all.

"Wow, where is this from? I didn't know you could bake?"

"Oh, I can, actually, Ulli taught me. But these are from the festival in Castle Town. The cook won't let me near the kitchen anymore." He cleared his throat, his lips twitching into a grin. "For reasons completely unbeknownst to me."

"Aha." Zelda laughed and accepted the mug from him. He took a bite from a ruby-red cake with a pastry fork and offered it to her. The cake was heavenly sweet and had just the right amount of squishy softness.

"Berries?"

Link shrugged and shifted her on his lap so that he could reach his mug. "Maybe? I have forgotten what I ordered, it was just so much."

Zelda shook her head and kissed his hair. "There are ways to keep track of things, you know. Pen and paper, it's called, if I remember correctly."

"For something so unimportant like cake? Nah. I'll just taste them all. I like the ink smeared on your cute face better, anyway."

Her laugh turned into a sigh too quickly for her liking. "You know that I have to go back to work soon?"

"I promised I won't keep you long. Just kick me out when it's time and open the window for the fairies. They'll find their way back alone."

Humming, Zelda curled up in his arms again. "Not yet." She met his eyes. "I have a little surprise for you, too. King Ralis' advisors agreed to include Yeto's goods in the trading law. You'll be able to get Yeto’s soup in Castle Town soon."

"Well," he said and laughed. "For that, I'll forgive a lot of working hours."

"Thought so." She closed her eyes and allowed herself to slip into sweet drowsiness for a moment. "Come and distract me again tomorrow afternoon?"

"Anything for you, Zelda."

#zelink #legend of zelda #advent calendar #Day 14 #zeldaelmo writes #twilight princess

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miamia-mon · 1 year ago

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Baldur's Gate III 2023 Advent Calendar, Day 5: Modern AU

"Astarion took the opportunity to take a sip out of his Ember mug, which was filled with body-temperature type A negative. The blood tasted comforting, and he thanked the gods for creating the human who invented the mug in the first place.

“This is why we don’t show ourselves in the sunlight. People would know that we’re different. This is what I am.”

Astarion fought the urge to spit out his drink, instead quickly swallowing it and coughing violently. Tav quickly tore apart from him, worried.

“He SPARKLES?!” Astarion choked."

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Astarion (spawn)/Tav (female)

Summary: Neil Newbon may not ever watch Twilight, but it doesn't stop Tav from making Astarion watch it.