#eggbert likes to be on peoples shoulders

[skelekins]

@didderd came up with his lovely name

Eggbert

[georgiapeach30513]

Now we need the whole nines with little AJ 😂 the boob hurting, the finding out, the bump, Squishers finding out, the family finding out, changing his name, Kitten reacting to the name 😭 PLS IM BEGGING IM ON MY KNEES JUST FOR YOU 🧎🏻‍♀️

AJ was the first Drysdale baby that was a complete surprise…well, they weren’t explicitly trying for a baby. But Blade didn’t do anything to prevent it either. He loved the raw deal without the pressure of checking every month. Blade is basically his father you know.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Anders Jefferson Drysdale

Summary: Blade gets his fifth

Pairings: Blade X Lo

Rating: 🥺🥺

Warnings: Squishers is older 😭😭, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.8K

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You drop the knife down on the counter, and turn and stare right back your husband. He had that dopey look about him, and still so hungry for you. Willow holding on tight to her daddy, while her head rests on his shoulder, her little hand patting on his back, and if he wasn’t so damn hot with his workout clothes, and his sleeves of tattoos on full display, you would be more annoyed.

“What do you want Blade?”

“You look different,” he singsongs, getting a sweet little encore of ‘Mommy’s different’ from Willow.

“I’m wearing green today, yesterday I wore black.”

“Nope, you’re glowing. Those jugs of yours have been spilling over your bra.”

“Steven Blade!”

“Daddy,” Willow leans back and shakes her head at him, “Those are her boobies. Be nice. Say boobies.”

“Mommy’s boobies look bigger.”

“I want big boobies like mommy.”

“No!” he shouts at her, making her giggle at him. “Nobody but mommy gets boobies. Lo?” he looks up at you as you still giggle, “I’m talking about boobies with my daughter.”

“You brought it up,” you remind him, returning to the chopping when he puts Willow down to play with her twin. He walks behind you, wrapping those large arms around you body, taking a deep sniff on your neck, before kissing on the sensitive skin.

“Blade, what are you doing?”

“I need you to take a test.”

“I’m not pregnant. I’m fine. My ‘boobies’ aren’t hurting, I’m not sick, I’m fine.”

“You’ve missed a period,” your movements freeze, and you turn to creepily look at him, “My brain is full of equations, don’t question this too much. But by my guess, I’m thinking your two weeks late.”

“Two weeks?” panicking you walk the two of you to the calendar, and count back, that crazy husband of yours right. “Hmm.”

“And I haven’t held back. And you’ve started to get more sensitive. And even Squishers made a comment about how you looked different. Eggbert is doing that sniffing thing around you that Squish did. Just take a test, and put me out of my misery. My Willie and Elfie are getting too old, and I want a baby.”

You give him a playful growl, “Go to your sister’s then.”

“Lo! Give me a baby. Pretty sure you already are. It’s not a lack of trying.”

“Fable is eight,” Blade bites at your neck, growling about how he knows how old his children are. “You wanting your fifth, Ransom?”

“Ah!” he finally backs away from you, “I despise the day that mom told you that! I am not my father. You take that back.”

“Your father is a great man. There’s worse people to be compared to. You’ve definitely got his ridiculousness,” you have to giggle because he is so ridiculous. His Drysdale showing as he retches. “I’ll take a test!”

“And if you’re not pregnant,” he starts following you through the house. Walking past the playroom, and it gets too quiet.

“Shh, she heard you.”

“You act like my little, ah,” he lets out yip when Fable runs in and stands in front of her dad, giving him a snaggle toothed grin. “Squishers, what are you doing?”

“You…you, you, you, you,” he waits patiently as your daughter tries to collect her thoughts, “You said the p word. Why?”

“There’s a nugget in mommy’s belly,” you wince a bit, because silly nicknames like that stick in your family. “I mean, I don’t actually know.”

“Mommy, do you have a nuggie in that belly? Do you? Why am I always the last to know about these things? Just wait, Beckers! Come here Eggy boy.”

“Do we have to call my beautiful boy that?”

Fable nods her head and waits for Beckett to join her. Slapping on your belly, while she looks at him, “Daddy did it again. He did the chicken poop…”

“You know how to say fertilizer now,” you remind her, already starting to laugh.

“Chicken poop sounds funner. Listen, Eggbert, we’ve been infiltrated again. Willie and Elfie are just now getting trained, and I’m not getting any younger. If there is in fact a Dino nuggie in that belly, I’m giving you the reigns.”

“No. Me don’t want no reigns. Me don’t like training giggle boxes. It’s up to you.”

“If you want something done right. Am I right, mommy?” her lashes bat up at you, and she moves behind you to push you towards the bathroom, “Pee on your stick, and find out. I can’t handle this suspense. And the stress I’m gonna be under. If there’s two in there, we’re giving one to Becks and Azzie. No, James and Iris. No, Lucy and Chris. Let Mimi and Papa handle it. Is it an it or a boy or a girl? It doesn’t matter. Pee on your stick.”

“I’m trying Squish. Out,” you close the door in everyone’s face including Blade’s. You hear the giggling voices of Willow and Elswyth running outside the bathroom, and suddenly you start overthinking.

“Blade, I can’t perform with all of you guys out there.”

“You have peed in front of all of us. We’re needy,” Fable calls out. “You can do it mommy. We just need to know.”

They wait outside the bedroom what seems hours, until you open the door, tears already in your eyes, and you give your big man a nod.

“We’re having a baby! We’re having a baby! If this is just one, I may need another one so I’m not like…”

“Steven Blade!”

“We’ll talk when you’re finished with the Dino nugget.”

“No! Don’t call him that.”

“Dino Nuggies!” Willow shouts, it stuck.

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Blade made things way too obvious by always touching you, and you had two out of four children who didn’t know how to be quiet, Fable and Elswyth. Fable wanted to burst through the door at the estate screaming about the Dino nuggie that was in your belly.

Five kids later, you didn’t even care. But it was hilarious her thinking that she was doing something big. She would tap on someone, and pull them down to her for a quick whisper about your bundle. Waiting until Blade’s mom was last.

Letting little Beckett be the one to crawl in her lap, and tell her how there was a dinosaur in your belly. “A dinosaur? Did mommy eat it?”

“Daddy put it there.”

“Daddy did what?” when she looks up at the two of you, Blade just cups you belly, and you see her sweet tears well up in her eyes. “You’re…you’re having your fifth?”

You giggle a bit but Blade’s face falls flat, “I’m not my father.”

“You are, son. Just embrace it. I still look good for my age. It is a privilege to look like me, and you act,” his mom cuts her eyes over at her husband, and he laughs, “You act nothing like me. Not at all. Nope. You act like Steve.”

“Like that’s any better,” James gives a chuckle, going over to shake Blade’s hand, “I told you when you were just a puny bean pole, you’d fill out. Now look at you, fertile and thick, just like I knew you would be.”

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Frustratingly you try and nurse Suede, but there was nothing that would soothe him. Blade tried holding him, and still your beautiful little boy cried. So much smaller than your other babies, and you wonder if he would get that rotund belly like his siblings. But he wouldn’t if he won’t eat.

You let out a whine looking at Blade, who reaches over to hold him, “Bladey, what am I doing wrong?”

“Babe, he’s new. You didn’t think all the kids were going to precious angels,” Suede lets out a squeal, and Blade apologizes, “You’re an angel, too, son. You’re just really loud.”

You and him hold back your own tears, exhausted, and unsure what to do. The other ones were never like this. He sighs as his parents walk in, his mom looking at your newest bundle of tears instead of joy. “Oh, my sweet Suede-y what’s wrong? Here, let me hold the baby, Blade you comfort Lo. Ran, baby this room is in dire need of some good coffee. Tell BB you’re heading over for the birth special. Suede-y Jefferson, no more tears,” she coos, sitting down on the couch.

It takes a mere moment for your baby to hiccup, trying to catch his breath. Her fingers pets over his skin softly, and she starts singing You Are My Sunshine, “Hey, that’s my song.”

“Blade, shh,” yourself begins to get sleepier with the sound of her voice, and your baby not crying. “Blade?”

“Hmm?” he turns to look at you, and you give him the biggest smile. His mother in a world of her own rocking the sweet babe to sleep.

“Remember one of the names we tossed around?”

“Yes, but we have a Beckett. We don’t need another child named after,” his own gaze watches his mother with tears in her eyes. His dad leaning over to kiss her cheek.

“You look kinda like your daddy, kinda like what I thought your uncle would look like.”

“Mom? I know we said his name was going to be Suede, but.”

“I love that name, and your such a handsome boy. Did you pinch the baby or something?”

“No, it was a name we tossed around in the beginning. And I know that we’ve got Beckett, and Z’s middle name, we’re changing it,” she looks between the two of you, looking confused, and she’s back to looking at your baby when he whimpers. “It sounds good as to what we want thought of calling him.”

“When he’s not being called Dino nuggie. Kitten, can we name him Anders Jefferson? He can go by AJ.”

She pauses, petting over his skin, before leaning over on Ransom’s arm. Her head bobbing as she nods yes. Tears freely flow down her eyes, and Ransom has to wrap his arms around her. “It’s beautiful, but you don’t have to.”

“I want to, Kitten. It seems like he’s got a bit of Anders’ spirit. He hasn’t really stopped crying until you held him.”

“Have you been nothing but tears? We’re gonna to work on that, huh? Anders Jefferson, you were named after two uncles. How very special you are, sweet boy. Do you think you can let mommy hold you, so she can feed you. You’re a little shrimp compared to the other babies.”

She continues her little baby talk to him before walking him over to you. He sniffles a bit, but is calm enough to where he’ll latch on.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” she whispers kissing the top of your head. “Not just for his name. But for giving my baby boy this life. He’s just like his dad, and he loves his babies. So thank you. Ransom, we’re going to get coffee. You two rest, we’ll be back later.”

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[pastelsandpining]

Baby It’s Cold Outside (Snowed In)

The first prompt in 12 Days of Christmas by @zelink-prompts​ 

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Cover Art: @neezlebums​ be sure to show some love to the original here!

Words: 3439

**If I don’t have explicit warnings, read with caution. It simply means there’s nothing I could think of that could be potentially triggering, but I could’ve just missed something. In that case, please let me know and I’ll be more than happy to put a warning!**

Summary: The trip to Hebra didn’t go quite as expected when Zelda and Link are forced to take cover from a snow storm.

Pre-BotW, HWAOC centered, but it’s a little mix of both

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Zelda absolutely could not believe her luck. Well, she could, but she would rather pretend that she couldn’t so she could keep a cap on the bottle of anger that threatened to burst. Everything was beginning to catch up with her now that the sun was setting, and she didn’t have the safety of her bedroom and pillows. What she had instead was a headache, and she was very cold despite her winter coat, and she was hungry, and she was exhausted.

Hebra was a beautiful region, but the snowstorms and blizzards were anything but. They were biting and vicious, and never ending it seemed. She’d come here for one reason only--to try and prompt Revali to give her an answer. He thought it would be just fitting to make her wait, and she didn’t want to seem pushy, especially when her own powers were still dormant, but they certainly didn’t have forever. She didn’t want to be annoyed with the Rito, but Calamity Ganon was not going to wait for an answer, even if he was the most skilled warrior among his people. She also didn’t want to seem spoiled, but she couldn’t help finding it rather offensive that he wanted so badly to make her wait. What did he want her to do, get on her knees and beg? 

But then they were interrupted by one of the storms, a blizzard that came from nowhere. Of course he had gone off to do whatever it was, and she was left behind with Impa. Which wasn’t bad--she loved Impa. She simply found it infuriating to be left in the dark. So, just as any other sensible, curious, responsible person would do, she traversed into the blizzard anyway. And what did she find at the end of the tunnel but her knight and the potential Rito champion trying to kill each other?

Needless to say, it had been a long day. She got her answer at last, but really, at what cost? 

And now the blizzard kicked up again with twice the force as before, and she had to keep a hold on Link’s hand so they didn’t get separated. She didn’t speak and if he did, she couldn’t hear him. She held her other arm over her eyes for protection, but it did nothing to stop the stinging of her ears and cheeks. She couldn’t tell if it was the wind howling or something else. 

She was just about to suggest that they turn back. They should’ve stayed in the inn in Rito Village, but she’d wanted so desperately to get back to her room and she knew Link wouldn’t argue, but now she wished he had, because the last thing she wanted was to catch hypothermia and freeze to death in Hebra.

But Link gave her arm a tug, and their direction was changed. She was beginning to think there wasn’t anything Hylian about him except his appearance, because she couldn’t see within a foot in front of them. Yet she could see with every step they took a clearer picture—a cabin flanked by bare, snowy trees. There was no smoke rising from it, so she assumed it was empty. Or at least, she hoped it was empty. It was some form of protection and her body gave a violent shudder just thinking about it. 

She didn’t know how old it was, but it wasn’t falling apart at the very least. It was empty and looked to be deserted. There was nothing that indicated the presence of another person. The door had a lock too, and her fingers that had frozen through the gloves fumbled with it until it slid into place. Cold still seeped through the walls, but there was no more wind and snow. 

A burst of light suddenly came to life, and Zelda looked up from the Sheikah Slate she’d been trying to pull out her coat. 

“Where..?” she began, looking between Link and the fire in the hearth. 

“There were a few pieces already in there,” he replied with a gesture to the warmth. “I don’t know how old they are and I don’t know how long they’ll last, but it’s better than nothing.”

It was the most she’d heard him speak.

Zelda nodded once in response and then shuffled forwards to take a seat in front of the fire. She shivered again, leaving the Slate besides her so she could turn her hands to the flames. Her lips parted with the instinct to thank him, but he snatched up the Slate from the floor and she settled for silence. 

She watched the flames dance, throwing the room into shades of yellow and orange. It was mesmerizing, but it pulled her into a realm of thoughts. What right minded individual would leave a sanctuary (if you disregard Revali and Link’s mutual distaste for one another) that was so far from home at such a late hour? Zelda closed her eyes and told herself it was the result of a long day and high strung emotions. That was it. Any other day, in any other circumstance, she would’ve stayed the night in the village. 

A weight on her shoulders made her flinch and open her eyes, but it was nothing more than a blanket. It escaped her mind that she’d put one in the Slate before they left, but she didn’t think it would be much use. She looked over at her knight with furrowed eyebrows, but he was busy making skewers of some sort. She was very thankful for the beeping of the little guardian, which hid the growling of her stomach as it padded on over.

It settled itself right between the two of them as if it was cold too. Zelda shook her head, pulling her hands back to her lap. Maybe it was just her, but the air felt awkward with no noise other than the crackling fire and sound of wind. Her eyes drifted to the guardian again as she bit her lip.

“Have you come up with a name for it yet?” she asked. Link looked over immediately with confusion written over his features, so she gestured to the guardian in an attempt to ignore his reddened cheeks and nose. She could imagine she looked very similar. 

“I.. it belongs to you, Princess. I couldn’t-“

“You were the one who found it,” she replied as she worked the gloves off of her fingers. “Besides, I.. could use some ideas.” 

“Well.. uh, I have one,” said Link. The little guardian beeped as if it were prompting him to continue. “Eggbert.”

Zelda’s head snapped in his direction. 

“This is a valuable, near intact piece of ancient, advanced Sheikah technology created with the purpose of defeating the Calamity, and you wish to name it ‘Eggbert’?” 

Link scratched the back of his head with a sheepish shrug.

“It’s white and.. vaguely egg shaped,” he pointed out. 

“Fair enough,” Zelda said, turning her face away so he wouldn’t see her lips cracking into a smile. She cursed him for nearly making her laugh, and Eggbert giving a furious beep didn’t help. She was pleasantly surprised however, because she didn’t know he had a personality, much less a sense of humor. “Eggbert it is.”

The guardian stood from its perch and beeped again, pointing a leg up to a bewildered Link before it scampered off into a corner. For a piece of ancient technology, it could be very expressive. 

Zelda’s stomach growled again when the smell of meat and mushrooms hit her, and she hugged her stomach to try and quiet it. She hoped her cheeks, which were now defrosted and warm, were still red enough to hide the embarrassment if he looked her way. But she had bigger worries, she supposed, when her body reminded her of the pounding ache in her head—just behind her eyebrows. She pressed her fingers to her forehead, rubbing small circles like it would have any sort of effect. She was better off making an elixir, but the Slate still hadn’t been returned to her side, so she didn’t bother.

“Princess..”

She lifted her head and looked over to the knight, who was holding out one of the skewers. 

“It’s hot,” he warned, but she took it gingerly and bit into it anyway. 

“Have you always known how to cook?” she asked, though it wasn’t like it was anything impressive. Anyone could stick some meat and mushrooms on a stick and hold it over a fire, right? But she wanted to make some sort of conversation. He nodded and took a bite, so she threw in a “it’s good” and then let silence fall.

It was a few minutes later that Link said “thank you”, and Zelda nodded. He held another skewer out towards her, but even with her own picked clean, she shook her head.

“You can have it,” she assured, offering a faint smile. She’d seen him eat a literal rock back on Death Mountain, so she was certain the boy would eat anything and had a far bigger appetite than her. 

He looked hesitant, but he took a bite anyway. With less hunger and more warmth surrounding her, Zelda decided to succumb to her exhaustion. They wouldn’t be going anywhere for a while, likely not until morning, so she curled up in front of the fireplace. 

She was almost asleep, but the sound of the lock on the door sliding out of place got her to sit up and turn around.

“Where are you going?” she asked, fighting to keep her eyes open.

“We need more firewood,” Link replied with a gesture to the dying embers. Zelda rubbed her eyes.

“You’re not going out there,” she said and shook her head.

“It’ll get cold-“

“We could hardly see anything when the sun was still up. You are not going out there in the pitch dark, Link. I don’t care how strong or brave you think you are.”

“Princess-“

“You will not go out that door. That’s an order.”

She hated playing that card, she really did. It felt no better when Link nodded silently and his fingers slid the lock back into place. Before she could stop herself, she grabbed one end of the blanket and opened it up as a gesture for him to join. 

“If you’re cold, then there are other ways to keep warm. It’s.. safer,” she mumbled, gripping the blanket tighter. “I mean, it’s still snowing and the wind is.. I don’t particularly want to tell my father that my knight attendant got lost and froze to death overnight..”

Despite how hesitant he must’ve been, he spared her the embarrassment and took a slow seat besides her, taking the blanket from her hand. It left very little space between them and went against so many codes, but the fire was dying and they couldn’t go back out, so they simply had to make do. The survival and health of the crown princess of Hyrule was more important than some code of honor, right?

“Thank you,” Zelda said quietly, keeping her eyes on the embers and small, flickering flames. 

“Go back to sleep, Princess,” he replied, but Zelda pulled her knees to her chest and held the blanket tighter.

“You must promise me that you won’t try to sneak out if I do.”

“..of course.”

She turned to look at him and furrowed her eyebrows, then stuck out a pinky.

“Promise me,” she demanded. Link looked between her hand and her eyes, but he wrapped his pinky around hers and nodded once.

“I promise.”

Satisfied, Zelda curled back up in front of the fire, making herself as small as possible so that she didn’t pull the blanket off of Link. It took her seconds to fall asleep and despite the day she had, it wasn’t as restless as she thought it’d be. 

———

Zelda woke to sunlight dripping in through the window. She was much warmer than she expected to be, but perhaps that was from the shared blanket—with Link pressed to her back. She flushed at the thought of it and suddenly, she didn’t need the blanket anymore. She peeled it off and carefully sat up. The fire was out, Eggbert was still asleep in the corner, and apparently already awake, Link turned onto his back to look up at her.

“Good morning,” she choked out and scooted a little backwards. 

“Are you cold?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows. Zelda shook her head.

“No, I-.. are you?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

Link eyed her for a second. It looked as if he were about to ask something, so she grabbed the Sheikah Slate and activated it. Within seconds, Eggbert had come pattering over.

“We should start heading back,” he said. “Before they start to worry.” 

Zelda nodded and scrambled to her feet, pulling her hat back on. Link was looking at her again, so she ducked her head and headed for the door, sliding the lock out of place. What she wouldn’t have given last night to be alone, but now she felt a nervousness she couldn’t explain and didn’t want to think about. 

“Princess.”

“Yes?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder. Link held up her discarded gloves. “Oh.”

“May I?” 

Zelda hesitated, eyeing his upturned hand. Just what exactly was he trying to do? She gave no verbal answer, but she eventually held out her own. He approached slowly, giving her the chance to pull away should she wish, but she didn’t. His touch was gentle and his hands were warm as he slid the gloves over hers. It took her a moment to look away from him once he was finished, but she pulled the door open and welcomed the icy air on her flushed cheeks.

There was approximately a foot of snow on the ground, and some of it fell into the doorway and over her boots. She kicked it aside and stepped out of the safety of the cabin, fishing the Slate out of her pocket.

Link took the lead and she followed, with Eggbert scuttling along between them. It was quiet and Zelda didn’t try to make conversation. Perhaps it was unlike her, but so was sleeping against a knight and letting that same knight put her gloves on. She’d been off all morning though, and she hated the feeling. It’d been so nice escaping her responsibilities for a little while, even if it was only due to a sudden snow storm. She wished she could do it more often, but what would her father say if he knew how she was thinking? 

“Princess?”

Zelda glanced over at Link, and the little guardian beeped its own concern. 

“It’s nothing,” she assured and looked for something, anything to change the subject. “Is your coat warm enough? You look cold.” 

His cheeks and nose were cherry red again. She tried not to think about it too much.

“I’m alright,” he replied, so she nodded and let silence fall again. Hunger was beginning to set in, as was a soreness from sleeping on the hardwood floor, but she would not complain. 

Eggbert scuttled a little ahead and Zelda picked up her pace to match. Perhaps the little guardian was seeing what she was seeing—a stable just ahead, with the shape of a horse peeking out above the trees. That very stable had their horses, and thinking about a more filling meal cooked in a pot gave her hope that they would make it out of Hebra after all. Snow was beginning to fall again, but it was softer and there was no storm to carry it, so she hardly minded. She liked it enough to tilt her head back and stick her tongue out to catch a snowflake. 

Link was watching her, and her cheeks flushed.

“What?” she asked, crossing her arms defensively over her chest. He only shook his head and turned his attention back to the stable, but she wasn’t satisfied with that answer. “I’m convinced you don’t know how to have fun.”

“Having fun is not in my job description, Princess.” 

“Job description? What are you going to protect me from this far from civilization? The snow? Oh, watch out, it’s falling from the sky and it burns!” Zelda raised her hands over her head in a dramatic show of protecting herself, but it got nothing more out of Link than an eyebrow raised in her direction.

“There’s a lot hiding in plain sight,” he replied. Obviously, she knew that. But she was too stubborn to let go of this. She would make her point one way or another. 

“A sense of humor, perhaps?”

But they’d arrived at the stable at last, and Zelda left her knight’s side (and handed the Slate over) to approach the stable hand.

“Good morning,” she greeted with a soft smile.

“Princess,” he replied with a low bow, but he knocked his head against the booth and Zelda bit her cheek to stop a laugh.

“Goodness, are you alright?” she asked instead, reaching a hand out to him.

“I’m quite alright,” he assured. “Thank you. I do hope your trip has been treating you kindly.”

“It has, but we were caught in the storm last night. I’m happy to see the stable held up.”

“Don’t you worry about a thing. She’s real sturdy.”

“That’s delightful to hear. You’ve put a lot of work into these stables. That’s why we’re more than happy to support them.”

“We appreciate that very much, but uh..” He looked nervous. Zelda stole a glance in the direction of Link, who was crouched by the cooking pot. “We do have other, unlucky news. Something got into the stable last night and bit your knight’s horse. She’ll be okay, I assure you! But her leg is swollen and she’ll need a few days rest. No charge at all, of course!”

“That’s quite alright,” Zelda assured, though the news made her anxious. She didn’t know how Link was going to take it, but she pushed a few rupees over to the stable owner anyway for his troubles and smiled. “I insist. We trust you to take the utmost care of her.”

She made sure to walk away before he could argue. Whatever Link was cooking smelled really good and it made her wonder where he’d learned to do this, but she didn’t quite know how to ask. Instead, she sat on the ground next to him and held her hands out towards the warmth of the fire.

“Your horse,” she said softly, sparing him a glance. “She, um, got hurt last night. Nothing serious, but they say she needs rest.”

“Okay,” Link replied. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, so she gave up trying to and rested her head against her knees. 

“What are you making?” she asked. 

“A cream of mushroom soup,” he answered, glancing over to her. “It’s not.. breakfast, but it’s warm.”

“You could add a spicy pepper,” she suggested and looked away. “I’m not sure about taste, but spicy peppers are often used in cold resistance elixirs. I imagine it would work similarly with food.”

Zelda didn’t know why she felt surprised to see him follow her suggestion without complaint. She knew what she was doing of course, but there were occasions where other people, men in particular, didn’t think so. It made her all the more satisfied when she was proven correct.

Ten minutes later, they were full and warm and ready to really head back. 

Well, almost ready.

“Link, you don’t need to walk,” she said, gripping the reins of her horse tighter. Link looked up at her and said nothing, so she huffed to make a point. “It will be far more quick and efficient if we both ride.”

“Princess..”

“I insist. Our arrival is overdue and.. and I don’t mind.” She definitely minded. “Please don’t be stubborn.”

Defeated, Link joined her at last and Zelda was no longer sure if it was the effects of the spicy pepper that warmed her up, or his arms entrapping her waist so he could hold the reins. 

“Are you comfortable?” he asked, though it sounded far too close to her ear for her liking.

“I’m fine,” she replied and wrapped an arm around Eggbert, who was settled in front of her and beeped once. 

The return to Hyrule Castle was quick enough, but she was hyper aware of every time he touched her ever since last night and oh, she hated him for that. 

Of all people to have gotten snowed in with… 

final art piece by me! Zelda’s a little wonky but I can apparently only draw her when the stars align, so, sorry sis. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST EITHER PIECE OF ART or you’ll lose all kneecap privileges  

[ihaileysenpai]

Puppet Shows

Yeah yeah, so sue me, another wild scenario has appeared!

Credit to AU ~ @thebbros

This scenario I guess is relative to me comic dubbing, only in this universe

Yeeeeeeeaaahhhh… ONWARDS!!

**BTW This happened three days before the other scenario**

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Brothers, Bendy and Borris walked out of the small Inn within a small village.

Bendy stretched his arms above his head and let out a yawn. “So, what’s on the agenda today, bro?”

Borris took out a small notebook and read the black inked writing. “Uh, seems that we could try and get a map to the temple from a store keeper?” He suggested.

Two little kids ran past the two and down the street. Bendy and Borris watched the two run towards what seemed like a market festival or some sort.

“I’m guessing by that market, we’ll have a better chance of finding that map.” Bendy stated, looking up at Borris, who nodded in response.

"We could also catch up on our supplies! Maybe they have a sort of pain killer for the illness?” Borris muttered his last sentence, not quiet enough, since Bendy heard his words.

Bendy played it off and led his brother towards the markets.

The two wandered from booth to booth, fruits and vegetables, books, jewelry, to furniture. Borris had a happy expression on his face, as he peered at musical instruments. Bendy had a smile on his face at the sight, he knew that this would became a memory of nostalgia when his time came.

(WAY TO RUIN THE DAMN MOOD BENDY!!)

Suddenly, the sound of a loud voice caught everyone’s attention.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE PUPPET SHOW IS BEGINNING! BRING YOUR CHILDREN TO ENJOY THE EVENT!” A large, rounded man shouted from on top of a crushed wooden box.

Borris looked toward his brother in a begging expression, Bendy rolled his eyes in a playful manner and the two headed toward what seemed to be the centre of the festival. A small crowd of people waiting for the performance to begin, children sat on the ground, closer to the stage for better viewing. Good thing Bendy and Borris got there before they were stuck in the back row, Bendy wouldn’t be able to see the show.

A teenaged couple approached Bendy and Borris.

"You know that your little friend can sit with the kids.” The boy said to Borris.

Bendy suddenly felt triggered at the teenaged boy’s comment. “Why you-” Bendy was ready to attack the boy, but his brother quickly interjected.

"It’s okay, my big brother isn’t exactly a kid, he can see from here perfectly fine. But thanks for the concern!” Borris explained and waved off the couple.

Bendy pouted and crossed his arms angrily. Borris chuckled at his brother’s actions.

"I guess I stand incorrect, you may not be a little kid, but you sure act childishly, Bendy.” Borris commented.

"B-behave Borris!” Bendy grumbled.

"DA DA DADA! TIME FOR THE SHOW KIDDIES!” A female voice called from behind the puppet stage.

The curtains opened and stringed wooden dolls dangled on the stage.

A little red riding hood puppet waved at the kids, “Well hi there everyone, my name is Rebecca! But my family insist that they call my Little Red Riding Hood, I don’t know why, but this red hood probably has something to do with it!” She introduced herself in a goofy voice.

The kids laughed at her attitude.

A taller female puppet bounced, to mimic walking, towards Red Riding Hood.

"Little Red Riding Hood, my precious daughter, little muffin, little girl, cinnamon roll, dolly, cupcake, darling!” The mother said in a male mimicking a woman’s voice. The children and few adults laughed, “You must give your granny these homemade ginger snap cookies! I made them myself.”

"But momma dearest, aren’t those the cookies you got from Mr Hiney?” Puppet Red Riding Hood asked her puppet mother.

The puppet mother threw a basket at her puppet daughter, “Don’t talk back to me, young lady! Now, I must go do womanly things, bye bye! If you get munched by a wolf, just yell~” The mother puppet then flew off the stage.

As the Red Riding Hood puppet picked up the basket, she bounced while singing ’ la la la la la’. Then, a wolf puppet appeared.

"Raw!” The Puppet wolf shouted.

Suddenly, the Red Riding Hood puppet began hitting the wolf with her basket.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO EAT ME?! HOW RUDE!! THAT’s A BAD WOLF! A BAD! BAD! BAD WOLF!!” The Red Riding Hood puppet shout at the puppet wolf, again beating him with her basket.

"I’m sorreh! My pops wanted me to eat ya! Stop hitting me!” The puppet wolf cried, laying on the floor of the stage.

"Well, that doesn’t give you a reason to try and eat me!”

The crowd had laughs erupting from the children and the adults, even Bendy and Borris shared a few snickers.

(Cause you’re not you when you’re hungry)

A scene pasted, where the puppet woodsman was making fun of how useless he is with cutting wood, he just broke out into song, but then the Red Riding Hood puppet slapped his with her basket and bounced off.

Now it was the scene where Red Riding Hood puppet was at her Grandma’s house, the wolf was wearing a horrible grandma costume.

Granny dearest, why do you look like a wolf?” Puppet Red Riding Hood asked the disguised granny wolf.

"Well- *cough* it’s a long story-” The granny disguised wolf puppet switched his horrible granny impersonation to his wolf voice.

Then Red Riding Hood puppet began smacking the crap out the wolf again, “DID YOU JUST EAT MY GRANNY DEAREST AND JUST TRY AND EAT ME?! HOW RUDE! THAT’S A BAD WOLF! A BAD! BAD! BAD WOLF!!” She screamed at the wolf.

"Argh! Hm, de ja vu! Anyways, IM SORREH STOP HITTING ME!!!” The wolf puppet cried.

"WHERE’S MY GRANNY DEAREST, YOU PIECE OF-”

The wolf puppet cut off Red Riding Hood Puppet, “Careful, there are kids in the audience.” He warned.

"Fourth wall breaking! Ha, classic bullshitery!” A yellow cat with brown hair with a pink streak tied in a ponytail shouted.

"Spring! You’re in the wrong AU, PJ’s Daycare was a left from Albuquerque!” Someone yelled at her.

"Shut up! I wanna see this wolf puppet burst into flames before I go!” ‘Spring’ stated, only to be dragged away by the person that yelled at her. “Gotta blast I guess!” She exclaimed.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, but then turned back to the puppet show, where the wolf opened the Granny’s closet and the Granny puppet hopped out.

"Little Red Riding Hood, my precious granddaughter, doll, cupcake, sunflower, savior of all man kind, bird, kitten, Princess! Have you brought me Mr Hiney’s ginger snap cookies?” The granny puppet.

"How did you know they were Mr Hiney’s?” Red Riding Hood puppet asked her puppet granny.

"Your mother can’t cook. Period.” The granny puppet concluded and the puppet show ended.

The curtain closed and the crowd clapped at the show. From behind the puppet show, stood up the familiar red haired friend of the brothers, Hailey.

The pair walked up to her, as the crowd now abandoned the space to explore the rest of the booths.

"I don’t understand why we have to keep making fairytale parody puppet plays.” Yakko Warner whined, as he put the puppets in a crate.

Hailey offer him a smile, “It makes people laugh and smile, they enjoy getting twist versions of the stories.” She stated, “If that doesn’t satisfy you, then suck it up, Princess.”

Yakko rolled his eyes at her, then his brother, Wakko Warner popped up from the crate of puppets.

“That was a whola of fun! Although I don’t see the point of the mother.” Wakko added.

"Had an extra puppet, and you wanted to voice her. Good job on that by the way.” Hailey replied to the second oldest Warned brother.

"Yo.” Bendy greeted the trio, Borris beside him.

"Oh hey guys! You like the show? Short, I know, but with the time Mayor Eggbert have us, we improvised.” Hailey questioned.

Borris grinned and nodded his head, “Very funny, Miss Hailey!” He replied.

Bendy shrugged his shoulders. “It was alright.” He responded, “Why’d the mayor give you 10 minutes for a puppet play?” Bendy inquired.

"Something about the play being a non profit, if I knew that, I’d do my naming the countries song and dance.” Yakko commented, pulling Wakko out from the crate of puppets and placed him on the ground.

"Man is all about his money.” Wakko added.

"Hey guys, where’s Dot?” Hailey asked, noticing the lack of the Warner sister.

At the mention of her name, Bendy tensed up.

"I think she’s still trying on outfits at the girly dress boutique thing.” Wakko answered, then stuck out his tongue, “Blegh.”

Hailey ruffled his hat/hair, “At least you weren’t forced to shop with her this time.” She remarked.

"You know Hailey, if you’d like, we can go buy you something that could compliment your cuteness.” Bendy flirted.

Not understanding, Hailey shook her head, “No thanks Bendy, I have enough clothes, but maybe next time.” She answered.

Bendy felt the fist of rejection punch him in the face.

Borris snickered at the scene, although failing to conceal it.

"But I wanted to show you guys the cool booths! Wanna see them?” Hailey suggested.

Borris nodded his head in excitement, “Yes please Miss Hailey!”

Smiling brightly, Hailey waved farewell to the Warner brothers and led Bendy and Borris towards a new line of booths.

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