#lu drabble

[legendofzoodles]

Not Hyrule pushing in front of Sky 👀

Art credit @linkeduniverse :)

[echoing--stars]

Heya Wormy, so the prompt I have for you is

Wicked Tea Party

Hiya Lotus!

Hmm, for some reason, I immediately got Alice in Wonderland vibes!

He stared around at the other guests at the table -- a talking rabbit that bore a strange resemblance to the veteran, a mouse-like creature with a feather tail wearing the smith's tunic, and a man in a hat that, in another universe, could've been the old man himself -- and shook his head. He didn't know what magic had landed him here, or if the beings around him were truly the other heroes of legend, but he could only hope to escape and return to their group soon.

For now, he took the cup of the tea he was handed, barely managing to not spill it as it was shoved in his hands by the man in the hat, and nodded along to the rabbit's rambling story as it hopped back and forth across the table.

[urhoneycombwitch]

common tongue of you lovin' me

🍯 honey flavour: touchstarved loverboy smut

🐝 the bees: Eddie x reader

wc: 2.5k 

content warnings: nervous Eddie, touchstarved R, smut, dry humping (is it actually dry if they’re both wet…?), cumming in pants, one (1) use of the word “daddy”, light use of the miscommunication trope

foreword: based on THIS anon everyone say THANKS anon. R and Eddie are in their early 20’s, R is on a gap year from college (so me), they’re in a new relationship with each other, I’m writing this while blasted on edibles idk what else to say 0_o

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By nature, Eddie Munson is not a shy person.

Even though his dark reputation in Hawkins hasn’t been completely erased, he still manages to make friends wherever he goes through sheer force of personality. It’s like a magic trick, one that you never get tired of- he’ll pause in the middle of grocery stores to make faces at a baby in a stroller, getting belly laughs out of a stranger’s kid in less than ten seconds while still holding your hand down the aisle. One second he’s right behind you in the record store, looking over your shoulder as you browsed, and the next he’ll be on one knee charming a elementary school-aged kid into getting the latest Dio album.

You’ve seen him flirt his way out of speeding tickets with Hopper, for christ’s sake. 

Eddie isn’t shy by any stretch of the imagination, so after three months of nothing but chaste kisses and quiet hand-holding, you’re left to assume he actually wants to take things slow with you.

He’s been nothing but a gentleman, in these early days of dating- the most action you’ve gotten from him was unintentional. On your third date, a dollop of his ice cream landed on your lap when he used the cone to gesture, which led him to manically grabbing napkins out of his dashboard to wipe at your skirt while you laughed it off. The second he’d brushed against your bare thigh he snapped his hands back like he’d touched a live wire, hastily heaping on apologies, leaving you to allay his nerves while wiping at the stain yourself.  

Which, whatever. It’s fine. It’s not like you’re complaining about him being respectful, per se, it’s just that it’s getting harder and harder (hah) to pretend like you don’t wanna fuck him. The feeling between your thighs only seems to increase in intensity when he gives you one of those precious little hand kisses at the end of a date, or a closed-mouth peck before he drives off into the night. 

Unfortunately for you and your wet dreams, Eddie Munson has the most edible body you’ve ever seen. Biceps bulging through those form-fitting tees he likes to wear, rounded nose and strong jaw outlined by that cloud of soft black hair, those lithe hips…

Hips that you’re openly staring at from across the room as you sit quietly on Eddie’s couch. He’s reaching up to grab a mug from the cabinet, his Metallica tee pulling up out of his dark denim at the motion, flashing a stripe of his pale lower back.  

You feel like a Victorian maid seeing ankle for the first time. You subtly press your thighs together under your short tartan skirt as Eddie moves around the kitchen, talking animatedly about the start of his upcoming campaign.

“I haven’t decided yet if I’m gonna go easy on the little shits or not,” he says, metal spoon clinking against ceramic as he mixes hot chocolate powder. “It’s Max’s first session as an official player, and I don’t wanna scare her off but I do have a reputation to uphold.”

“Yeah,” you agree, giving him a knowing smile as he crosses the room to pass you your mug- “You’re a DM most fearsome. Can’t let them off the hook too easily.”

Eddie blooms under your praise, wiggling his eyebrows with familiar cockiness as he settles on the cushion beside you. “Gotta keep Hawkins' finest in line. It’s a tough gig but I did swear an oath, after all.”

You smile around a sip of hot cocoa, then reach over to set your mug on the coffee table. Eddie has been sat in his usual manner (knees far enough apart to be taking up his whole seat, arm draped casually on the back of the couch) but the second your knee knocks against his, he adjusts himself stiffly, drawing his arm back with a nervous throat-clearing and a murmured “sorry”.

Normally you’d let it go, not wanting to push the issue past the point of his comfortability. But it’s been Three. Months. Of this. And you wanna test the waters, just a little.

“Sorry for what?” You ask, rotating to face him, your shoulders almost-but-not-quite touching.

He’d doing an uncanny impression of a deer caught in headlights, blinking at you with those doey brown eyes, stuttering his way through a weak explanation- “Uh… uh. Sorry for being- f-for touching you?”

There’s a lift at the end of his sentence, one that you mirror with a tilt of your own brow, a playful challenge. “You don’t have to apologize for touching me, Eddie. I’m your girlfriend.”

He chuckles, a nervous edge bleeding around the sound. The curls around his face dance with the head shake he gives. “No, of course, yeah, I know that.”

“Do you?” You scoot closer, a kick of assertiveness giving you the courage to press your leg against his. 

“Uh huh.” He’s gazing openly now at the bare skin of your thigh, like he’s waiting to see if it'll burn a hole into his denim. 

When you gently lift his hand and place it on the skin that he’s looking at, you hear him gulp, audibly. 

So he does want to touch you. Interesting.  

You know for a fact Eddie’s not a virgin. Back in high school, you’d both dated around your respective circles, gossip surrounding escapades in the Munson Van circulating back to you through mutual friends. When he’d asked you out a few months previous, you’d happily accepted, wanting to take full advantage of your interim gap year from college. For the first few weeks, you’d chalked his near-celibate behavior up to nerves.

But now, you’ve got him squirming with just a thigh touch. So maybe… he’s waiting for you to make the first move?

Fuck testing the waters- you’re gonna dive in head-first. 

You swing your leg over his lap, kneeling on the outside of his hips. His hands automatically go to your waist, and he lets out a little “Oh” as you rest your arms around his shoulders.

“You gonna kiss your girlfriend?” you whisper, forehead crushing into his bangs as you wrap a hand around the back of his neck.

Eddie looks up at you like he’s seeing a full moon for the first time, eyes sparkling with want. “Yeah,” he rasps, angling his face up to kiss you.

It’s soft, at first, like it always has been. His plush lips softly move against yours, breaking for air once, twice; when he kisses you with that same softness for a third time you press your tongue to the seam between his lips.

He lets you in with a little noise, low in the back of his throat as you lick into his mouth. His hands twitch on your hips as your tongues twine, slight movements in his own hips creating a ripple effect.

When the hard seam of his jeans bumps against the warmth of your cunt, you both gasp, your hand at the back of his neck tightening. 

“We should probably, um-” he’s panting against your mouth, grip flexing between hard and soft- “I mean, if you wanna stop…”

“I don’t wanna stop. Do you wanna stop?” you ask, equally out of breath.

“Fuck no,” he rasps again, in that smoke-salt voice, and this time when he kisses you it’s with one hand at the back of your head and the other pulling your hips to meet his.

The noises from the wet slide of your mouths are turning you on more than you care to admit, and you’re sure he can feel the damp patch that’s soaking through your panties as the crotch of his jeans make contact again. Which normally would make you feel really self-conscious, if it weren’t for the fact that Eddie’s hard as a rock underneath you, the bulge in his pants thickening with each roll of your hips.

You drop your kisses down, exploring where you haven’t been able to before: against his cheek, his jaw, stopping just behind his ear. Unable to help yourself, you graze your teeth against the velvet skin there, and he jolts beneath you with a small yelp.

“Sorry,” you whisper, still a touch mirthful but soothing your tongue over the mark.

Eddie brushes his thumb across the back of your neck as you continue your path down the column of his throat. “Now who’s sayin’ sorry for no reason. Baby, I’m begging you to do that again.”

So you do, this time at the junction where his neck and shoulder meet, grinning against his skin when he groans and bucks his hips up. 

Around your hickey-making, he’s choking out words that you just manage to string together. “I wanna… make you feel- christ, sweetheart- good too, wanna make it good for you-”

When you sit up to see his face, he looks absolutely wrecked- rosy flush in his cheeks, lips swollen and kiss-bitten, pupils blown so big his eyes are nearly black with lust.

“You are making me feel good,” you assure him, pulling the hand he’s got on your neck down to where the end of your skirt sits, pausing before your next move. “You want me to prove it?”

He nods, and you guide him into the warmth of your thighs, letting his fingers graze the stickiness that’s been steadily soaking through the fabric.

Eddie inhales sharply, moans out, “Fuck, honey”, and when his thumb finds your clit you sink down into his touch, stomach tightening with the shock of arousal coursing through you.

He’s watching your face intently as he slowly circles your clit, gauging your reactions, pressing in a bit harder and faster when the pace change makes you cry out.

Feeling doubly exposed with his eye contact and hand against your core, you try making a joke to diffuse some of the tension as the pad of his finger moves against you in steady rhythm. “Still thinkin’ about stopping?”

“A train could crash through that wall and it wouldn’t stop me for a second,” Eddie says, resolute and getting a little braver, kissing his own path across your throat, nibbling at a spot that makes your clit pulse beneath his fingertip and your cunt clench around nothing. 

Goddamn, he’s a quick learner. In less than two minutes he’s got you so close to the edge, squirming around his touch, that you have to grab his wrist and still his fingers between your thighs.

“What’s wrong?” he asks. You can feel his breath punching up down up, your breasts pushed up against his chest from the way your body was trying to coil in on itself.

“Nothing,” you assure him, and now it’s your turn to falter around your words. “I just- maybe can I… I wanna get o-off at the same time. If you want. And I’m really, really close.”

Eddie’s head falls back against the couch with a thunk, eyes scrunching shut as if in concentration, a strung-out whine leaving his throat. “Hang on. Give me a second.”

He’s still got his hand on your clothed pussy, and you can’t help but giggle once he blinks back to the present, dazed- “Christ. You can’t say shit like that, baby, I almost came in my jeans.”

You give him a condescending little pout, accented with another twist of your hips. “Well maybe that’s what I want.”

“Give you anything,” Eddie replies, unabashedly babbling now as you adjust yourself in his lap. “Anything you want, sweetheart. It’s yours. All yours.”

He helps you maneuver into a new angle: now, your drenched core can rub freely against his thigh, while your knee in the socket of his hip means he can rut his cock along the flat of your leg.

When you move experimentally in shallow circles on his thigh, the newly-gained friction lights up your throbbing clit. Soon, all pretenses melt away as you both find your rhythm again, little grunts and pants filling the air.

“Feel good, angel? That’s it,” Eddie encourages, slipping his hand under your skirt to grope at the meat of your ass, helping your movements along as he chases his own pleasure with a rocking grind against your leg. “Take what you need. Lemme get you there. Please, please…”

His whines spur you on, one of your hands shooting out to clutch at the back of the couch beside his head while the other anchors itself on his opposing bicep. “Fuck, Eddie, keep talking like that, ‘m so close…”

“Talk to you all day,” he heaves out, “you make me so fucking hard, princess. You feel how hard I am for you? God, you’re so wet, that’s so fucking hot…”

You should have expected that bravado and charm you’ve seen these last few years to naturally be carried over into his sex life, but god, not in your wettest of dreams could you have imagined the mouth on him. 

The combination of his dirty talk and thigh between your legs is bringing you right up to that edge again, toes curling in anticipation, cunt starting to flutter erratically with every thrust.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come…” your head rolls back on its hinge, eyes flickering shut as Eddie fumbles to catch at your clit again, movements becoming sloppy. 

“C’mon, pretty baby, let go.” He’s sucking another mark into your neck between his praises, teeth catching- “Let me see you come, honey, be a good girl for daddy…”

“Jesus FUCKING christ” is all you manage to grit out before you’re tipping over the edge into orgasm, all your muscles bearing down into the bright point of pleasure, high sob winding its way from your throat. 

Eddie keeps kneading at your spasming clit as you ride it out on his thigh, even as he lets out a series of short, keening whimpers, even as his cock jerks against your leg into his own release. 

You sag into his waiting arms, tittering lightly against his neck as you both work on catching your collective breaths. 

“Holy shit, and I was really starting to think you actually didn’t want to fuck me.” You laugh in relief.

His hand pauses mid-stroke up the slope of your back, sounding genuinely aghast when he asks “Why the fuck would you think that?”

You straighten in his arms with an incredulous stare. “Uh, maybe because you acted like a monk that I was corrupting every time I even breathed near you?”

Eddie covers his eyes with his hands, heels to sockets, groaning- “Fuck, honey, I was tryn’a be respectful. You’re telling me we could’ve been doing this sooner?”

You reach to soothe your palms over the length of his forearms, equally fond and serious when you say “I’m telling you I absolutely would have slept with you on the first date.”

He makes a strangled, pained noise before you continue- “You described to me in detail the entire mating cycle of a bat, and then walked directly into a trash can by accident. How did you expect me to wait on jumping your bones?”

He lets you take his hands, enveloping them in your own and bringing them to your chest, pressing your lips affectionately to each ring.

He whispers, “Can I ask you something?” 

When you look up at him again, he says, with sincerity, “Can I see your tits next time?”

You hide your laughter into the crook of his neck. 

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guys i cannot stress how high I am is this even any good plz perceive me 

[junrenjun]

2:53 PM

na jaemin x reader

The warmth of your apartment is a welcomed sensation as you set the grocery bags down in the entryway. You can hear faint clanging from the kitchen, probably Jaemin fixing a late lunch for the both of you. There’s a song playing in the background and you recognize it as one of your favorites.

Dusting a bit of snow off your jacket, you begin to shed your outerwear and shoes. Warmth finally begins to seep back into your bones. Once all your items are tucked back in their proper place in the coat closet, you grab the bags and make your way to the kitchen. 

Jaemin must hear you approach because he looks over his shoulder from his spot at the stove and beams at you. “How was the store?” he asks softly as you drop the groceries on the counter.

“Good,” you mumble, making your way towards him. He continues to stir whatever he’s cooking as you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his back. “Too cold though,” you say, though it’s barely audible through the material of his shirt. 

“Mm,” he hums, “good thing I’m here to warm you up now.” You smile into his back. One of his hands comes down to rest on top of yours, which lay lightly on his stomach. He makes small, comforting strokes up and down your arm. 

After a few moments of bliss, you lift your head to rest on top of his shoulder. “Whatcha making?” you whisper against his ear. 

His own head comes down to lean against yours. “Just some soup. Figured it's fitting for the weather.” With that statement, you both gaze out the window, where the snow continues to flit towards the ground. You hum in agreement. 

There’s a beat of silence as the song playing on his phone ends. The beginning of “I Think They Call This Love” by Elliot James Reay rings out and you gasp. “I love this song!”

“I know,” Jaemin responds as he reaches over to lower the heat on the burner. Turning in your grasp, he leans down to peck a kiss on your forehead. “Dance with me?” he questions once he pulls away. 

In that moment, you can’t help but fall a little more in love with him. Giggling softly, you grab his hand and pull him out into the open area of the kitchen. His arms wrap around your waist and you lean to put yours around his neck, before beginning to sway to the beat. 

Jaemin has a gentle smile resting on his face, his gaze fixed lovingly on your eyes. The warmth of his hands is comforting on your hips and your heart rate picks up just a bit. He hums along softly to the chorus. You close your eyes and hum along too. Part of you wishes you could stop time and just live in this moment forever. 

But as all things do, the song comes to an end. As the last few notes ring out, he leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. Pulling away, he rests his forehead against your own. “I love you,” he mumbles, breath tickling the tip of your nose. 

“I love you too,” you whisper back. Your eyes are closed, but you can sense the smile on his face. Silence fills the air as the music stops. Another one of your favorite songs fills the air seconds later. “This is a really good playlist,” you say, opening your eyes to look up at him.

“I’d hope so,” he responds. “It’s named after you.”

[yandereunsolved]

𓆝 Poly Platonic Yandere Wild & Twilight 𓆟

Two loyal friends—that's what you have always seen them as. It has never been anything more or anything less. You have always chosen to look the other way at their darker natures. They were simply protective. That's all.  

They comfort you when you're sad. 

Make sure you are taken to Hyrule when injured. 

Wild always cooks for you, and the meals are mouth-wateringly delectable. 

Twilight teaches you how to hunt, fish, and farm. 

You help them in your own ways, a salve to their traumatic wounds. 

It's perfect.

The bodies make stack up when you are not looking. Throats may be slit and partners threatened to fuck off before they end up the same way. But still, they keep their natures nuturingly passive around you.

"You're safe." Two words they both often say to you and each other. 

"We'll protect you." Three words that both promise to you.

"Never will we separate." Four words they urge to end in an unspoken promise.

"You are our hero, darlin'." Five words, confirmation of your importance to them (and only them).

They ask for nothing more than your companionship. They just want a friend that is theirs and only theirs.

[breannasfluff]

For the prompt list: maybe “hair care” with Wild and Warriors?

“Wild! Get back here!” Warriors chases the errant hero, waving a brush. “You’ve got half a bush in your hair and I’m pretty sure I saw a bug in there!”

Laughing, Wild swings himself up into a tree. “I’m going for a rugged look.”

“You're going for a rats nest if you keep this up. Do you want Twi to cut out tangles with a dagger?”

Wild heaves a sigh, but drops out of the tree. “Fine, get it over with then.”

Warriors squints at him, but sits down behind him and starts untangling the mess. “You have an actual stick in here.”

“I was saving it for later.”

The hero doesn’t respond, just flips away leaves. The sound of crickets fill the air and, far away, comes Wind’s laughter with the others.”

“You know,” Warriors says, softer, “you could cut your hair if it bothers you.”

Wild shakes his head, causing the hair to tug. “My hair was shorter in my memories. I like it long like this. It’s mine.”

The brush against his head doesn’t yank as expected. Warriors goes slow, working from the ends up and holding it so it doesn’t rip. His hair is naturally silky, at least, letting go of the tangles quickly.

Soon it’s a smooth brush from scalp to ends and Wild closes his eyes, relaxing into the feeling. “Thanks, Wars.”

“Any time, my friend.”

[ghostplasmas]

“So… what happened?” Twilight asked, walking over to time. He was undeniably a ghost, that much was obvious. His form shimmered under the moonlight, a soft, pale blue. Twi sat down next to him, and Time looked back up at the moon.

“I died.” He said joyfully, and Twilight rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I got that much- but. How? And why are you in… a puppet body?” He clarified, and Times' cheeky grin dropped to a soft smile.

“I died to a black blooded monster. There was a camp near the Lost woods in my era, and… I didn't realize how strong they were until it was too late.” He spoke, his voice soft, like chimes blowing in the wind. Twilight wasn't entirely sure Time was even talking- his voice rattling around in his head.

Twilight looked down at the grass, chewing the inside of his lip. “What about your new body?” He asked. Time made a strange face, staring at the moon intensely. Twilight mentally smacked himself- Time never talked about his past, why would he want to talk about this?

“It was a compromise with Hylia.” Time said, and Twilight’s eyes blew wide, staring at him.

“What?”

“My journey wasn't over.” Time said. “I wasn't supposed to die- at least. That's what she told me. She needed to bring me back, but… I couldn't stand the thought of Malon losing me again- so. I asked for a body that made it so I couldn't. I asked for enough time to be with Malon for the rest of her life.” He said quietly, before barking out a laugh. “I didn't expect her to turn me into a Puppet.”

Twilight stared at Time, baffled. This made Time laugh loud and clear, finding his surprise immensely humorous. “You don't believe me?” He asked, and Twilight shook his head.

“No! It's just.” Twilight struggled to find the right word for how utterly insane it sounded.

“Crazy? Yeah. It does seem like that.” He smiled. And Twilight couldn't help the nagging feeling in his chest. Seeing him now- the armor, the markings, and the way his voice echoed in his mind-

“at the beginning of my journey…” Twilight started, before clenching his jaw. He already started. He needed to finish it. “There was a ghost I met…”

[hirokari]

cherry flavored slushie

wc: 0.8k | g: friends to more, fluff, high school!au | w: none!

Lu Guang never pegged you to be a person to show up to basketball games. He supposed you showed up for Xiaoshi, though you sit oddly far from the game, leaning on the net outside the court, sipping on the typical slushie you tend to buy after school.

Wordless, Lu Guang leans against the wired net next to you, looking your way, though you don't take your eyes off the game.

"I didn't know you liked basketball," He says. "I don't," You answer, handing the boy your slushie. He takes it and sips on the straw, imagining your lips tasting of this cherry flavor. Finally, you look at him, "Why don't you play? You're tall and pretty good at it," 

"You've seen me play?"

"Yeah, dude. Were you so immersed in playing to notice me?"

He guesses he was- which is a surprise. It takes a lot to get Lu Guang’s eyes off of you. He responds with a shrug, tilting and tapping the straw against your lips. You comply and look back at the game as you let the cherry flavoring dye your tongue a hot, bright red.

"Why are you watching if you don't like basketball?" He can't help but ask. He thinks it's a stupid question. You answer, though, unbothered, "Because I know the rules. And I know this referee is incredibly blind. I'm out here so I don't strangle him with my bare hands."

He can’t help but let out a light chuckle, one that feels innocent and pegs a smile out of you too, but it also ignites a sharp feeling in your stomach. “They don’t seem to play fair, but I believe Xiaoshi is decent enough to overcome said blindness.”

Your worn out converse nudges his knee as you sit back against the wired fence and you give him a teasing smile, “Finally giving him credits, Guang?” With his cheeks dusted pink, his eyes avert away in a shy manner as he mumbles gruffly through a frown, “No.”

And it’s your turn to laugh, though yours is much more bubbly than his, and he likes to hear your voice more than his own. The fuzzy feeling that washes over him merely from your voice and its tone; the wide smile you give him and the crinkle at the end of your eyes; your fingers that ignite tingles when they graze over his shoulder; frankly everything about you makes him go crazy, as hard as it is for him to admit.

Your tongue is painted a hot red from the cherry flavored slushie that you’d just finished, and he supposes his is a little dyed as well. But it makes you all the more kissable. Your lips are also stained– but they’re much lighter.

“You like sweet junk?” You ask, leaning forward to sip from the slushie that he holds in his hand. He watches as you drink the cold treat, your eyes still skimming across the court, carefully analyzing each player. “Truthfully: no.”

“You tried it out, though?”

“I know you like this junk,” He says. “So I went for it.”

Oh. Your cheeks flare, attention abandoning the game almost completely to look at the white-haired boy. “But you’re still drinking it.”

“I don’t mistrust you and your taste,” Says Lu Guang, sending you a boyish smile. Who’d have known the stoic boy could ignite such feelings in you, your chest tightening in hope and your stomach, twisting. You watch as he smacks his lips open and close; as if playing around with the residue taste that the slushie had left in his mouth.

“Doesn’t taste the best.”

“No?”

“Not from a cheap foam cup, no,”

“Hm? Where would it taste the best from, then?”

There’s a moment of silence. The grass you both sit on rustles when Lu Guang shifts and leans forward, but it comes to a halt. So does the thump in your chest. It freezes– you freeze. His nose brushes against yours and for a moment you think he’s teasing. 

Lu Guang, the often emotionless and objective robot of a human, is in fact teasing you by brushing his nose against yours. And you think you love it as much as you hate it. His breath is hot when it fans against your skin and it makes your skin ignite with goosebumps. Your eyes grow half-lidded, charmed by both the anticipation and frustration he leaves you in.

A loud clattering noise emits from the court. Instinctively, you turn your head to watch as Xiaoshi scores a point. Lu Guang, seemingly growing a little jealous, plants his fingers against the base of your jaw and leads your attention back to him.

“Wh-”

Lu Guang doesn’t give you time to breathe or respond, lips pressing against yours in a chaste kiss. And you think he’s right, as always. This cherry flavored slushie tastes way better from his lips compared to the foam cup (that is now tipped over and abandoned next to Lu Guang’s side). You always imagined his lips would have tasted sweet, but nothing like this.

You imagined he’d taste sweet of citrus and warm like a summer breeze. Though, you don’t think you want to complain right now. Cold cherry lips are all the same, as long as they’re Lu Guang’s.

a/n: experimenting with the idea of straightforward n flirty lu guang hehehe

©️ hirokari, 2024

[bokettochild]

When Four Turns Minish

When Four first shrank himself in front of the rest of the chain, the reactions were exactly what one would think. It was mostly "you're so cute" and "you can get smaller?" and various things like that as most, if not all of them, tried to touch the very tiny person.

They're Links, they're naturally curious idiots.

Except, being so much smaller, that many hands reaching out and that many people forgetting that he was still the Hero, still a capable person even if he was now smaller, was extremely off-putting and frustrating.

To Four's surprise though, his savior in this situation would be none other than Legend, who batted everyone off and then crouched down to be level with him and asked the real questions. "Can you protect yourself like this?"

Of course! His sword shrunk with him and it's still dangerously sharp and strong, even if it is on a smaller scale, so yes, he can defend himself. He appreciates the concern though, and the fact that Legend seems particularly serious about his safety, not just mocking his new lack of size.

And then Legend lowers a hand, not on top of him, not to grab him, but in front of him and asks if they can talk more away from the others and their grabby hands. Four agrees.

He's curious of course, why is Legend acting like this? The vet's answer? "I've been in similar predicaments myself, grabby hands and cooing is annoying. Smaller I may be, but I'd still like to maintain my dignity." Four 100% agrees.

Four happily climbs up into Legend's hand, even more pleased when it doesn't close around him, and let's himself be taken over back to the rest of camp.

From that point on, when tiny, Four likes perching on the vet. Legend respects is wish not to be treated like a pet or a baby, and seems particularly respectful like this.

He does want to know how small the vet can get though, and how.

[c0smoshit]

do you do hurt/comfort??? cause if you do id like to request a time x gn!reader, like they have an argument then they make up after cooling off from it

Of course I do honey!!

Two Zelda requests in a row, you guys are pretty needy for Link lately 🫡🫡 (I'm kidding I love thinking about these lil scenarios too)

Thanks for the request and I hope I wrote what you were looking for🫶🫶

Warmth ࣪.⋆ ♡

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Time/gn!reader

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ fluff and angst

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥 ≫ Link isn't home as often as before and you're starting to miss him so much

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I love love love angsty time 🤧

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 823

How could you even begin describing your day?

It had already started bad, waking up with that unpleasant coldness by your side that was starting to get familiar. He wasn't home and the sun was already setting as you looked through the window on your shared bedroom.

You tried to take your mind off it's loop by doing chores; simply taking walks, cooking... since it was sunday and you didn't have to do anything more than relax. On normal days though, it was a different story, you didn't have much time to overthink.

However, you were starting to lose it.

Coming home late, barely even stepping inside, no more bedtime kisses since you were already fast asleep.

Those were only the few things that had been haunting your mind for long lasting weeks.

. . .

Lukewarm water cascading down your body you pressed your fingers into your skin, rubbing off all the accumulated dirt from the day even though you weren't much dirty either way.

Silence filling the room, you could have listened to your own heartbeat if there wasn't any water constantly hitting the shower floor. Smelling the clean aroma you wiped the frown you had been wearing all day for once, finally being able to clear your mind even if it was for a little while.

Stepping out with soaked feet you wrapped yourself in a towel, doing your usual after-shower routine before you noticed that you hadn't brought any spare clothes with you. Silently cussing yourself you opened the door, goosebumps rising over your bare arms and shoulders as you weren't surrounded by a humid and warm ambience.

What you ceirtantly didn't expect was to see a glimpse of what seemed like a stranger standing on the kitchen. Feeling your heart stop for a second you screamed from pure fear, tripping over your feet as you fell right on your butt thanks to the slippery floor.

The next thing you saw- well, felt, was somebody's arms picking you up, baby blue eyes checking up on you.

Oh, so he was home, early?

"Wha- Link, you're home"

You said regaining your breath, supporting yourself by grabbing his arms you looked into his face.

"Pretty... early"

You said and he could sense something was off with your tone, with how you would look at him. Almost, dissapointed...

It was clear that you were upset, you had been looking at him that way for the past week. And now that he was able to watch your pretty face again, it was all pouty.

However, before he could even give you a hug you had already squirmed off his grasp, going into the room.

. . .

"What's wrong?"

His arms had wrapped around your waist, pressing your hips into the counter as he watched you cooking something, you could feel his frame behind you, enveloping you with love but there was something else you missed too.

Warmth

Warmth he still haven't gotten the time to envelope you with, to warm your insides with such a delicious burning flame.

"Is just that-"

You sighed, placing your hands on the table as you stopped your ministrations, trying to find the right words.

"Forget it, I'd feel dumb"

He frowned at your words, turning you around only to see you looking to the wall beside you both. Caressing your cheek he softly pushed your face in his direction.

"Talk to me, please"

He spurred you on and you finally looked into his eyes.

"You aren't home anymore Link, I- I cook for myself, I bathe alone, I don't even sleep with you anymore!"

Oh...

"I just miss you"

Tears had began to stream down your face and he was starting to panick, drowning deeper and deeper into the black pit inside his stomach the more hiccups and sniffles he heard.

"I'm so sorry princess"

He craddled you in his arms, keeping your head on his neck as he felt tears tickling the skin there.

He felt so guilty

Guilty of leaving you here, alone, without any explanations for weeks, coming home with his cold dinner on the table, the sound of soft snores by the end of the kitchen while he took off his gear, without any kind hands helping him out.

Of course you had all the rights to suspect too, but he really was on duty, he wouldn't, in a million years, leave you for someone else.

. . .

Laying on the bed as he had laid down with you, still holding you in a bridal style as he had walked down with you to the room. You had your pretty eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering as your cheek rested on his shoulder, your arms had finally hugged him back, resting peacefully around his neck.

"How about I sleep till noon with you?"

At his words your ears perked up, looking up at him only to see his features soften once he had found your eyes again.

"I'm sure Zelda will understand I'm not her only knight"

He smiled at your own grin, looking at him with puffy eyes as you chuckled, forgetting for a moment how upset you were with him.

"I'm yours too"

[legendofzoodles]

LU September art things I noticed:

Main archer Wild getting the focus he deserves. Oh, and flexing on us mortals by preparing to dish out three arrows

Nice detail of all the lefties holding their bows one way, while right handed Sky and Wild hold it the other

Some like Hyrule hold their bow with a fist, others like Legend stick out a finger. To help with checking the trajectory?

I love that Time, Warriors, Twilight and Wild's bows look kinda similar

What enemy could prompt such an assault? Look at their faces!

Except Sky; I've never seen him look so calm and almost smug. Might this be an enemy from his world he knows how to deal with...?

I think either Time or Sky would make the call on when to let the arrows loose: "Ready? Aim! FIRE!"

[echoing--stars]

…

I don’t actually remember if I sent one in now.

But anyways.

Pain

You have now! :D

Pain, hmm. Always have to love potential hypothermia!

Warriors winced with pain as he rubbed his knuckles, hoping to regain some warmth and feeling in his cold, aching hands. They'd been dropped in some unknown frozen country and quickly separated by the storm and landscape. His own situation wasn't dire quite yet, but it would be soon if he didn't find shelter, but he worried about the others.

[angelxd-3303]

Idk who needs to hear this, but just because things are better than they were doesn't mean you're obligated to be completely ok.

Tw for swearing, mention of trauma, and traumatic responses. Also for Mario and DK being idiots together.

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DK probably should have remembered that it was the rainy season in the jungle kingdom. Then again, a certain red-clad human had a way of making Donkey Kong forget everything but him. He and Mario had gone out into the forest, chasing one another back and forth through the thick foliage. All had been going well, both parties were laughing and joking around, and Mario looked so much more relaxed than he used to. Peach had done wonders for his anxiety, but DK took great pride in the fact that he could make Mario truly forget his inner demons and embrace his inner child instead.

The first few drops of rain, however, had DK skidding to a halt. Mario, who was chasing him, launched himself against the ape with a triumphant laugh. A laugh that died down as DK cursed under his breath.

"What's wrong?" Mario inquired, instantly tensing up. That was one thing DK despised, how no matter how relaxed Mario was, the slightest hint of something amiss would send him into an internal panic. The muscles on his comparatively small body would lock up, and those sky blue eyes would instantly be darting around their surroundings, desperate to find the danger. 

DK felt Mario grip his fur tighter, and the ape took a deep breath. He had to stay calm, but this was really bad. They were too far from the city to make it before the rain, and there were no caves in sight. He shifted Mario to ride him piggyback style.

"Ok, hold on. Don't let go, no matter what, alright?" Mario nodded, although he'd begun to tremble. There was a rumble of thunder from above, and DK scrambled to the nearest tree. Huffing, the ape grabbed onto the vines that encircled the trunk, using them to hoist himself up towards the canopy. They made it almost halfway when the sky finally burst.

There was a loud cursing from DK, and a terrified yelp from Mario as the downpour suddenly bore down on them. Shaking the rain from his eyes, Donkey Kong continued his climb up the tree. There was a frightened whimper from behind him, and DK realized with horror that Mario's grip was failing. The human struggled to hold on as the rain beat down on him, and the increasingly soaked fur wasn't doing him any favors. Desperate, DK scrambled onto the first branch he saw, making it onto the partially shielded surface just as Mario's hands began to slip. Both of them panted, DK with exertion and Mario with terror. Mario scooted backwards so his back was braced against the tree trunk. 

DK shuddered, shaking like a dog to rid his fur of water. Afterwards, he crept closer to his human. He stopped, however, at the panicked gasping that escaped Mario. Scarred hands were pulling at his hair, and Mario was literally fighting for breath. DK sighed, nudging his foot gently.

"Hey." He whispered, drawing Mario's attention. God, that terrified expression was one DK never got used to. Mario was usually such a smug little bastard; seeing him so vulnerable and frightened made DK want to scoop him up and hide him away from the world to protect him. He wondered for a moment if Bowser often felt the same way about Luigi. 

Shaking the thought, DK held out his hand. Wordlessly, Mario raised his own, placing it against the much larger one. Mario's hand barely encompassed DK's palm. It was something they often did to calm Mario down. When asked about it, Mario had said that it reminded him of how much bigger and stronger DK was than anything that would want to hurt him, and that the hulking ape was there to protect him.

Mario sucked in a breath, slowly exhaling as his shoulders relaxed. Afterwards, he gave DK a frazzled half-smile.

"Wow…" Was all he said. DK chuckled.

"Yup. Wow." All was silent for a few moments as Mario shook the residual anxiety. As the silence grew between them, DK's attention was drawn to the long scar that curved along Mario's jaw. He hated looking at it, but now that it had his attention he couldn't look away. At his sobered expression, Mario gave him an inquisitive look. DK had a lot of things he wanted to say about that scar, but didn't know how. Especially considering the fact that Mario was surprisingly touchy with regards to his past. 

"I…I wish I'd been there." 

"What do you mean?" Mario asked. DK sighed. Better now than never.

"When you…y'know…were younger." Mario's eyes lit up with understanding, and he sighed, long and weary.

"Ehh, there's nothing you could've done." DK frowned at this.

"Of course I could've! I would've kept you and your bro from getting hurt, I'd've kept ya safe, made sure no one ever hurt you!" Mario offered a sad smile, shaking his head.

"Donkey, no. What's done is done, the past doesn't matter anymore." DK actually growled at that, punching the branch they sat on angrily. Mario jumped back, yelping softly as his arms came up to shield his face. Filled with guilt, DK moved closer.

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry." He took Mario's clenched fists in his hands, pulling them down to press his forehead against Mario's. The panicked breathing slowed a bit.

"Look, I'm sorry. I don't mean to blow up. I just-GAH!" He pulled Mario closer, and the human instantly melted in his arms. Feeling Mario bury his face in the still damp fur of his neck brought a sense of calm that nothing else did. 

"It just pisses me off that anyone thought it was ok to hurt you. I love ya to death, Mario, but do you have any idea how hard it is to look at you some days? To see that ugly-ass scar and know that I coulda kept it from happening? It just makes me feel…" He searched for the right word.

"Helpless." It was a feeling Donkey Kong was entirely unprepared for. A feeling he absolutely hated. Mario sighed again, a tired sound that made DK's chest tighten. The rain poured down around them, a steady din that seemed to drown out everything else. Finally, Mario spoke.

"I've just…I've just been telling myself that the past doesn't matter anymore, because Lu and I are in a better place now." He ran his fingers through the drying fur on DK's arm.

"But…the truth is…I think it's still hurting me. I still can't sleep through the night, I can only eat a little bit before I start to feel anxious, every little thing scares me…I just…" He hid his face in DK's fur, chest heaving.

"I'm just tired of always hurting. I'm trying to be better, I really am!" He looked up at DK pleadingly, as if he had to convince the ape of his words. As if Donkey Kong would ever doubt that he was trying. Large tears streamed down, and DK wordlessly pulled him impossibly closer.

"I know." The ape whispered. "I know."

Mario clung to Donkey Kong tightly, not caring that they were both still soaked from the rain.

"I just feel so bad, because things are better now! Things are so much better now, so why am I not better?!" 

"Because you went through shit, ok? People let you down your whole life, you can't expect yourself to be totally fine! You're still healing, ok? Cut yourself some slack, dumbass!" Mario gave a wet chuckle. 

"I'm sorry I didn't realize how much it hurt you. I can probably get, like, some kind of concealer to hide it or something." DK pulled back, giving Mario an unimpressed look.

"You wanna use makeup. Just to make me feel better." Confused, Mario nodded. DK facepalmed, shaking his head. 

"Good grief, who gives a shit?! There you are again, trying to make everyone else happy instead of yourself! Ya gotta stop this habit, Rio. Quit caring so much about what everyone else thinks. Yeah, it hurts me to look at it, but I care more about what's goin' on in here." He pressed a finger to Mario's forehead.

"You have the right to heal." Sky blue eyes stared up at him, as if the thought had never crossed his mind. 

"I know I can't go back in time and save you and your bro, but I can make a difference now. I can keep you safe now. I can give you so much fucking love, you'll drown in it!" He rubbed his cheek against Mario's, relishing the laughter it pulled from his human.

"You're gonna be ok. It'll take time, but you will be ok. Besides, I'll kill anyone who tries to hurt ya." Mario rested his head against Donkey Kong, chuckling at the declaration. 

"Yeah. I'll be ok."

Later, the rain would stop. The couple would make their way back to the city, discovering a frantic search party that had gone out to find them. Cranky Kong would scold them for being out in the downpour, tugging at DK's ear and smacking Mario's arm with his cane. They'd go back to DK's place, Mario changing and leaving his drenched clothes hanging on the porch railing, and they'd soak in the sun together until dinnertime.

For now?

For now, they sat in a much more comfortable silence, Mario cradled in DK's arms as the rain fell around them. The rest of the world didn't matter in that moment, because they had each other and knew.

It would be ok.

[monpalace]

LEGEND

Legend is reasonable, he’d consider, just not when he's presented with (almost) constant questions and concerns regarding his relationship status with his closest friend.

Any question along the lines of “so when’d you two start dating,” are quickly met with a snappy response with little second thought. “I saw you with your significant other not too long ago,” and any further ramblings are quickly put to an end when he sends a withering gaze their way.

At some point, Legend becomes tired of comments regarding his relationship with you. If it weren't for his aversion to dark magic, he’d drown himself in a curse of some sort that stopped any related questions entirely.

He’s never turned down acts of reassurance from your side. Whether they are words of affirmation or acts of affection, he never fails to be less inconvenienced about the event when you intervene.

Legend tends to hold his sharp tongue when you're around. He’s never rude to you, or (sometimes) to the other Links, when you're around because he always wants to be a better version of himself when you're around.

That doesn't mean he's good at biting his tongue.

He’s very much susceptible to rolling his eyes, groaning, and telling someone to shut up with a scoff. Legend might wind it down even further with a “please leave us alone,” or “can you just drop it,” if you don't seem pleased by his responses.

Despite his very obvious annoyance when it comes to misinterpretations of his relationship, Legend is quick to dispel any doubts you may have in your mind.

“Would you rather I tone down on the affection? I—” Absolutely not. You’re the only person he feels comfortable with when it comes to anything tactile; he's so used to it now, he’d rather die than lose it all because of some stupid rumor.

“Maybe we shouldn't share food or drinks anymore. It sends the wrong idea.” Okay? Who cares about an indirect kiss? What even is it? You either kiss or you don't. Besides, you have food that he wants to steal (or, he has food he wants you to try), where's the issue with that? Is sharing not caring?

One way or another, Legend is one of the less tolerant Links when it comes to his platonic relationship being taken the wrong way, only being rivaled by Wind and Four’s Blue.

“My Great Goddesses,” Legend groans under his breath. He folds his hands on the side of his temple, the beginnings of a headache working its way into his mind the longer he (forcibly) hears the group of older women coo over his supposed relationship. “Make them stop.”

A swift kick under the tavern table makes Legend’s complaints come to an end. The sharp glance you sent him reels him back in like a dog on a leash.

“Sorry,” he mutters just barely under his breath.

You laugh quietly, just barely audible over the afternoon rush. “I was trying to tell you to go after them,” you hum in an equally low voice. “I’m honestly a little tired of it too.”

“Seriously?”

“Naturally.”

There's a giddy feeling that fills Legend as he stands. It might have been the slight buzz that came with his drinks, or the more natural feeling that was released when he realized he wouldn't have to be nice anymore, but the feeling is there nevertheless.

“Will you cover my part of the bill if I manage to do it without making them leave?”

“Half.”

“Three-quarters.”

“Twenty-five percent.”

“You don’t love me anymore?”

Taking out your wallet, you shake your head at his antics while putting rupees on the table. “You forget the last time you pulled something like this; but I do love you, yes.”

“I love you too, then,” he hums, pressing a kiss to your cheek with a pat on your arm. “I’ll be sure to pay you back— eventually.”

TWILIGHT

This is not the first time he's been in a situation like this, shockingly. He and Ilia went through this same scenario with the villagers of Ordon, but it's the same twenty people with the same two rumors, so everything was squashed between them rather quickly.

But this isn't Ordon. It’s not the same twenty people; it’s everyone in different eras revolving endlessly.

Yet, Twilight doesn't mind.

Every question and comment is easily passed off with “oh, we’re just friends,” or “oh, no! I don’t see them that way,” with a light laugh.

Tactile responses such as hugs, kisses (to the forehead, cheek, hand, wrist), and hand holding are natural to Twilight. He never oversteps his boundaries (whether they're set or not), so his old habits are always fitted for them.

Being called your boyfriend be damned, Twilight is clingy. He's a wolf at heart, so being around those he considers to be a part of his clan. He gently pulls you out of the way from oncoming carriages with an arm around your waist, rests his chin on your shoulder or head while listening to whatever you’re rambling on about, and presses a kiss on your cheek in greeting and goodbye— but it's still strictly platonic.

Twilight holds more than enough respect to shut down anything like “I bet your wedding will be so beautiful,” and “your children will be the prettiest,” for the both of you. “We already agreed we’d be each other's mate of honor,” and “I already told them they’d be the godparent for my kids if I have any,” are almost always his responses.

Unlike Legend, Twilight genuinely finds it amusing everytime someone gets the wrong idea. He finds it easy to joke about when the person is gone or hours after the fact, but he will stop if he finds you don't find it as funny as him.

If, on the off-chance, you both visit Ordon (assuming you aren't from there), more rumors would pop up once more. Are you another Ilia? How long have you known Link? Do you treat him well, at least? Is that a ring on your finger? Are you wearing his pelt? When's the wedding?

Twilight is quicker to cut those off at the source before they spiral. No, he's known you as a friend for a long while (at least to him) and you’ve just so happened to grow close, he’d like to think you do, it's a family heirloom, and you just wanted to see the appeal in why he wore it all the time— now, please. Stop.

“It’s not funny.”

“It’s not?”

“No..”

“Yeah, alright.”

Twilight hides from the barely cracked door, hands cupped over the lower half of his face to muffle his laughter.

He can understand where the inn owner might have gotten the idea that the two of you were an item.

Upon first entering the establishment, he was pushing himself against you as though you shared the same body (the result of paranoia following a run-in with a particularly strong group of poes). He had insisted you get one room instead of two before you claimed one bed was fine when told there was no room available with two.

He supposes the final nail in the coffin would’ve been when he dropped his wallet on the counter when you started rummaging to get out your own, dragging you up their stairs once the key was dropped into his hand.

Twilight can see the beginnings of your laughter work its way through your body and face as you close the door. The owner’s inconvenienced “try not to be too loud; I’d like to not lose any more customers because of pairs like you,” rattling around in your minds when he stopped by to return Twilight's large pouch.

“It’s still not funny,” you say, trying to steal yourself as you stumble back to the bed. “It— it won’t. It’s mean.”

Denial and the urge to be the bigger person was slowly diminishing within you. It was undeniable.

Twilight joins you on the bed, shifting and ignoring the burning pain from his scrapes as you both become comfortable. The cramping he’d feel during the night was inevitable, but he could withstand it knowing he was right.

[yandereunsolved]

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Yandere Wild 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

"Sometimes I feel like I'm talking to a wall. Not that I mind. I just wish that I could understand what goes on in your mind sometimes."

Wild staring unblinkingly at Reader.

Wild's thoughts: I have the best travel companion. They're so eretheral. It is like Hylia blessed me after a hundred years. It almost makes the entire thing worth it. I would fight Ganon for all of eternity just to see them smile. To feel them touch my wounds and scold me. To feel their skin against mine while we are laying underneath the stars. To see their smile. To see their blush. To save them. To see them sing, or dance, or cook. To just see them exist is enough for my heart to swell.

"Truly an enigmatic soldier. Few words spoken— only action."

Wild's thoughts: Goddesses, their voice is sweeter than any honey. I would kill for them. I would die for them. I would kidnap them if Ganon ever rose again. I would kidnap them in a heart beat. I could kidnap them...

"Hey, Wild. Dinner's ready. You better get some before Twlight runs off with the cauldron in his wolf form again."

Wild's thoughts: Dinner. Dinner? DINNER! MY FAVORITE! I want to slaughter their worst enemy and put their head on a stick for them. Truly, it wasn't Hylia, the Champions, the Chain, nor even Zelda who kept me safe and alive during this journey... it was you.

[breannasfluff]

Silly idea for you to consider: Fairy Hyrule sitting in Wild's hair. Wild sneezes with enough force that Hyrule is sent flying. Legend ends up catching him. He has to lunge and ends up sliding in the dirt to do so

Hyrule brushes himself off, looking very put out. One hand is holding on the Legend’s thumb for balance. “Next time we need the gust bellows,” he says, “get Wild to sneeze on it.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to send you flying!” Wild gestures at nothing; arm motions conveying agitation more than intention.

Legend, who is still in the dirt from sliding to grab his friend, merely groans. “I’m too old for this.”

“Aren’t you; like, 17?”

“Too old,” he says again.

Hyrule pats the finger before flying up. This time, he picks Legend’s head to sit on for the afternoon.

Until Legend inhales a puff flower seed and sends Hyrule flying with a sneeze.

Somewhere in the back of the group, Warriors and Time are cackling. Wild, who definitely did not blow seeds in Legend’s face, smiles serenely.