#lu fic

[mmelete]

whenever I try to spell "Slate" it almost always autocorrects it to "Salt", so most times in my unedited drafts, Wild is always holding special sheikah salt.

[glitzygrl]

GO READ THIS FIC YALL ITS SO GOOODDD

Some drawings I did based on my fic that was going to be a comic but I decided to just write about it in the end lol

fic summary it’s basically I make wind go through an ST!Zelda type of deal but it’s more fucked up. Also twilight is there

I did do a small comic of my favorite dialogue though lol

YEAH GUPPY, NO SHIT!

[gia-d]

"FEET OFF THE GROUND!"

Art from Shadowed Chapter 3: Little Forest of Horrors, written by myself and @not-freyja

[moonriver080]

2024.4【Fluorescent Sea】

line drawing：@almosfish/阿莫鱼

coloration：moonriver/千里

fine line drawing：

[la-sera]

Fanart inspired by the fic Nothing is Forever (what a horror/what a joy) by @imperialkatwala , @polynomialpandemic

Warning: temporary MCD.

This fic made me stare at midnight and read it 2 or 3 times until I fell asleep without realizing it. The next morning, I drew a sketch at work and colored it this evening. I want to draw this scene ASAP. If you like Downfall Duo, you might like this fic. Please read this fic!

Fic link:

[starwolfie]

@la-sera here he is, I did it!

La-sera posted a sketch of Hyrule in chains ( that inspired me to write “Poison Dart”) and I colored it in.

So here’s our art collaboration! (Click on “more” to view picture, warning for blood)

[raycatzdraws]

Wind and Spirit have a bad time in the Sacred Realm!

It's my Spirit Tracks x LU fic / concept / thing! There are a couple written scenes which can be read on AO3! This is one of them and can be read [here!]. I don't see myself continuing this project, but even so, I want to say some thank yous (under the read more)!

The animatic has no audio, but if it did, it would be Robot Soldiers from Castle in the Sky.

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The project isn't something I think I'll be finishing, but that said, it's been fun to work on.

I know it's just a silly unfinished fic and some art and maybe I'll come back to it, however, I am just a little guy with so much gratitude! It meant so much to me to be so welcomed by the LU fandom when I initially posted that Spirit Tracks LU art compilation in 2021. (this one!) The art and fic couldn't have been made without the incredible art, writing, support, and headcanon brainstorming from the people around me and the inspiration I found in their works and ideas.

Thank you to everyone who's left comments and kind tags!

Thank you to @esthelle-wanders for the excited comments and support over the years.

Thank you to @snowylynxx for her Spirit Tracks LU comics which gave me so much motivation and whose Spirit design I've been borrowing.

To @theegh0st. I adore your art! A frame from the pump trolley animation has been your header for so long and it's so fun to see it when visiting your blog. It's been an honor!

And thank you so much to Wicked (@spirit-tracks) and Train (@fuckit-hero-of-trains) for 1) being unhinged in the best possible way about Spirit Tracks and 2) for your incredible writing <3

If you like Spirit in LU fics, then I really recommend Keeping Track of the Little Things by wickedcriminal. Wicked started a headcanon post about Spirit [here], it got picked up and added to, I made some art, and Wicked made a fic. Spirit worrying about his place in the group and stressing about time management is a headcanon I'm fond of. Worrying about schedules is something Time can probably relate on, and so it's something I wanted to include for them to connect over in a moment of downtime. Though the setting and stakes are different, Wicked has already written something similar to how I imagine the scene would play out, and it's absolutely wonderful.

!!! The project meant so much at the time! Some of the work I did on the lore is so cool!!! There's a bit of lore about the Triforce that was given in OoT which we hadn't seen happen in a game, but that I wanted for the Spirit Tracks fic, so I plotted it out. So then (spoilers for Echoes of Wisdom) to see it in Echoes was really cool!!!! It was really validating that, yeah I read that right and executed it how it was meant to! >:) There's other stuff too, but anyways aaaa

I just don't see myself completing it, though. It feels kind of bad to give it away but I also need to be free of it. It's been nearly four years... which is wild!

Thank you again for reading and for the support and enthusiasm up to now. It means a lot to know there were people invested in a story I made. It's small and fragmented, but still. Thank you.

(maybe maybe maybe I'll draw a couple more scenes as I have been, but for the fic, I am releasing writing while also saying it's going to be unfinished and discontinued asjdsahdgs sorry 'xD is that a thing people can do? I think the scenes are cool! That's just,,, all I'm able to write I think. Can people post just- isolated scenes? ,,,, That's definitely a thing. I still felt like I should say something. ANYWAYS <3 See ya!)

[chocolate-marranitos]

Guys, why does Hyrule over here look like he came straight out of those old cartoons?!?

Like fairy boy right here really said, imma give you some skills real quick 😭

He turned out good too

[orcusnoir]

"You know what I hate?" The Champion asked to no one in particular as he watched over the slow boiling pot of stew.

"Uh... Not having enough spices?" The Captain asked from his seat at the table.

Wild gave a nod. "Not what I was going for, but yes."

"Then what do you hate, Champ?" Wars asked while glancing over to the Vet. Legend was currently trying to stack his fork and knife on top of each other to no avail.

"How do I put this?" Wild tapped his chin in thought.

"As bluntly as you can." Hyrule chimed in.

"Fair enough. Why are certain clothes locked to certain people? It's fucking cloth." Wild complained with a laugh.

At first Wars was going to chide Wild for the language, but... He just couldn't. Wild had a point here.

"FINALLY!" Wind's loud voice startled Wars a bit as the Sailor had been awfully quiet in his seat. "Tetra and I both hate that stupid shit. What do you mean I can't wear heels? I'm trying to feel tall, and Tetra hates heels, and so somebody has to wear them."

"Tell me about it." Wild started. "Zelda let me try on one of her old royal dresses, don't ask how they survived a hundred years, and somebody had issues with that."

The Captain just laughed. Damn those social rules indeed. Wild in a dress wasn't something he was expecting to hear about today, but it was something that he could picture.

And the Champion would rock that dress.

"Heh, I've been thinking those rules were stupid since I knew they existed. So, since I was nine." Time joined the conversation. "I didn't even know what the big deal was back then."

"I'd ask how, but I'm afraid the answer would be too confusing." Twilight said.

"Oh, not at all, I was raised by forest spirits and a giant tree." The Old Man nonchalantly explained. "They didn't have concepts like "male" and "female." So imagine my confusion."

A claim that he made often but never elaborated on. Everyone, besides the Captain and Wind, thought it was a lie or a ruse.

Warriors just laughed, he couldn't help it.

"Oh little Mask and his insisting that he's a tree." Wars felt everyone's eyes turn to him.

Time laughed loudly. "You made that corporals life hell."

"I did not have time for that guy's bullshit. We are in the middle of a fucking war, if the kid says he's a tree then he's a fucking tree." Wars started to lose his composure from all of his laughing.

"What do you mean by "he's a tree"?" Sky asked while scratching his head.

"Again, I was raised by forest spirits." Time explain. "You lot, besides two, think this a lie. It's not."

"Time, your life profoundly confuses me." Sky said. "So they assigned you a tree?"

Time nodded.

"Instead of anything else?"

Another nod.

"Not like a boy tree? Just a tree?"

Another nod. "Two trees, to be exact. But yes."

"Two trees?"

"Maple and oak, to be exact."

Wars just watch the conversation with a grin. Oh, poor Sky. He must be feeling the same confusion that he and the Sailor had during the war.

"I feel so understood." Rulie said with the widest smile imaginable. "I'm just a Fae." He shrugged as the others turned to face him. "Not the legend kind of Fae. I was raised by Fairies."

"Well, now you can be a Fae tree. How lovely." Time stated with a laugh.

"What kinda tree?"

"Hmmm, you and the Captain both have the same one. Pine, and you can have maple too. As a treat."

"A Fae pine and maple tree. Nice."

"Are we just gonna brush over the fact that Wars already has a tree identity?" Legend asked.

"I do too!" Wind but in. "Take a guess, it's so obvious."

"Uh...Palm tree?" Twilight asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Correct!"

"What tree am I then?" Wild asked while seasoning a few cuts of meat.

"Willow." Time and Warriors both spoke at the same time.

"Damn, that was fast."

"You had this conversation before, hadn't you?" Sky asked while keeping his gaze locked to Wars. "So tell us our trees."

"Oh, alright, I'll try to remember all the specifics. It's been a while." Time laughed while tapping his fingers on the table.

"It all reminds me of the Minish. They have leaves instead of trees, though." Four, who had been quietly observing this whole time, finally spoke up.

"Oh, the Kokiri had leaves too. That's a whole other thing."

[kikker-oma]

✨Pspspspsps✨

Does anyone have any "Time and Legend turn out to be related" fics??

I've read a couple but I crave more hehehe

[mmelete]

Fanart for @imperialkatwala and @polynomialpandemic’s Fic! (Btw go read it on Ao3, it’s really good <3)

non-writing one beneath the cut:

[portraitofalinkonfyre]

Lol not to seem too eager buuuutttt....may I request some good ole Four content? Ngl he totally gives off the vibe of a man who would definitely like worship their lover, ie body worship with Four. If you're down? ✨️👀

Can totally see him go absolutely 'heart eyes, lemme get my hands on you' if his lover wore like body jewelry, dainty chains and the like. Whether reader is doing this purposefully to like seduce their man away from the forge or something is up to you 😉❤️

Love your work as always 🥰

Absolutely!! I'm so in love with this request, you know exactly what I like! Enjoy <33

Every Time We Touch

Pairing: Four x Reader

Warning(s): Tooth-rottingly fluffy smut <33

Notes: Inspired by THIS lovely cover of "Everytime We Touch" by Cascada. For the love of god PLEASE listen to this. Also, Reader and Four are in an established relationship <33

Masterlist

You awoke at midnight; when the sky was dark, the stars bright, and the room silent. It began with your eyelids, fluttering weakly against the sleep crusting them together, and a sharp, quiet inhale that served more as a reminder to breathe than an actual attempt to drag air back into your still lungs, chest rising against the arm slung softly over the flat of your stomach.

Ah, so that's why the sheets felt warmer, and the weight at your side a bit too pressing to be a folded bit of blanket. Slowly, your neck turned, head tilting just enough to bury your nose in Four's soft, blonde locks, untethered by any such headband. He smelled like forge smoke and smoldering metal, with the barest hint of soap clinging to the tail of the scents, but it wasn't as offensive as you suspected it should have been. It was fine; you were no rose yourself, at least not right now.

Still, he was warm. Very warm, and very cuddly, considering the fact that his entire, bare front was smooshed to your side, cheek practically molded to the meat of your shoulder as the rest of his head curled into the junction at the base of your neck. Unhurried breaths filtered across bared flesh, stirring streaks of goosebumps in their wake, and it took every last shred of willpower in your body to cling to the remnants of sleep and pretend insomnia wasn't a thing you suffered from on the rare occasion.

It was a fruitless effort, seeing as your boyfriend breathed a soft hum, brows furrowing minutely as he was torn from sleep, the fingers at your hip curling around it a bit more solidly, pressing firm enough to feel the slight jut of bone.

"Morning," he mumbled, voice thick with sleep and the smallest droplet of concern; nosing at the flesh of your throat, feeling the soft pulse of blood beneath sleep-flushed skin.

"It's not," you kept your voice low, if only in a halfhearted attempt to coax him to sleep again. Dry, sleep-tacky lips molded a delicate kiss to the bobbing column of your trachea, and Four shifted some in an attempt to regain his waking bearings, ear pressed above your heart as he continued to stroke your hip. It wasn't meant to arouse or otherwise tempt you–not yet, anyway–but you still felt your thighs twitch faintly beneath the fabric of your night clothes.

"I can hear your heartbeat," the Hero of the Four Sword murmured, though you suspected it was more to himself than anything. There was a short pause. His ear twitched against the top of your chest, and you swore you saw a flash of lavender in his muddy-moss irises. "Why are you up?"

"Dunno," was your response; mostly because it was simple. Simplicity was as much a gift as it was a curse, especially in the dark and dead of the night. "Can't sleep, s'all."

Four hummed. The noise vibrated softly against your collarbone. It was hard to see in the dark, but you were pretty sure he was smiling when he asked: "Can I get you anything?"

You shook your head; you hadn't the faintest clue what could cure this besides, well, sleep, but that seemed a bit out of reach at the current moment. Still, it was sweet. Very sweet. You could kiss him right now.

So you did.

It was a small peck–delivered to the crown of his head with such gentleness that you were sure not even the ever-vigilant Hero of the Four Sword would have caught it had he been asleep–but a small peck that was returned with a smooch to the underside of your jaw, lips pressed to soft, yielding skin, and a comforting squeeze of your hip. If he wasn't already molded to your side before, then he sure as hell was now. You didn't mind. You liked it when he got close.

A faint giggle filtered from your lips when the kisses–on your collarbone, neck, jaw–kept coming, each as warm and slow as the last. Your head lolled against the pillow to allow him access, a faint sigh of satisfaction huffing from your nose. In his eyes, through the vivid darkness, you swore you saw red, then blue, with a faint smattering of green and violet.

"I have an idea," the fingers at your hip began to tap a gentle, almost playful pattern, though it was the furthest thing from demanding. The muscles in your thighs twitched with interest, as did a few other key areas in your body, but you brushed them aside, allowing curiosity to take the wheel.

"What kind of idea?" you asked, a bit more awake now that the conversation seemed to be moving into the realm of deeper thought.

Fingers danced to the hem of your tunic, right where it rode up to reveal a sliver of skin; never dipping beneath, but feeling all the same. "The kind that'll help you sleep."

Well, you couldn't argue with that. Let it never be said that the Hero of the Four Sword wasn't a man of many talents, and while smithing and fighting were hard-wrought specialties, he was just as clever crafting an orgasm as a blade.

"Only if you want," Four finished after a hot, still beat, and you would have kissed him had the angle not been so precarious. He was giving you an out, like usual, though there was no way in hell you were going to take it.

Wordlessly, you turned on your side, if only to feel the soft bite of the thin chain around your waist, concealed beneath a layer of fabric. If only to feel the newfound press of his chest, and witness the way his eyes studied yours, searching for even the slightest inkling of hesitation. He wouldn't find it, but if he did, it was warm berry pie and snuggles for the rest of the night.

At this point, you would settle for either. At this point, his mouth and berry pie were one and the same; sweet and sour, ready to be devoured.

You slid an inch forward, acutely aware of how your thigh brushed against a very familiar firmness through the fabric of his leggings, and it was nearly impossible to keep from giggling at his sharp inhale. "I didn't know it was morning already," you teased lightly.

"I'll keep you up until morning," Four breathed before he went silent once more, expression dropping to a cool seriousness that perfectly matched the flashing lavender invading his irises. The hand not re-molded to the top of your hip cupped your left cheek, his palm saving it from the terrible fate of lying against a pillow. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," the word was but a whisper in the dark as your arm draped over the curve of his waist, the sound swallowed when a calculating kiss was pressed to your lips, so soft it may as well have been open-mouthed. A sliver of moonlight peeked in from the half-cracked window, illuminated blonde hair in an almost ghostly glow that made you wonder how much more beautiful he could get before it killed him.

Almost languidly, you let your fingers trail down his spine, bumping against each individual notch until a faint shudder rocked Four's body and the barest hint of teeth could be felt sinking into your bottom lip. He pressed close enough to nearly vanquish any sense of distance, the heat between your bodies mingling and growing to a level that was so wonderfully unbearable.

Four's leg hitched over your own. Thigh to thigh, fabric to fabric. What would it take to replace it with skin instead?

Your pinkie finger wormed an inch beneath the waistband of his leggings, padding at the soft flesh as the remaining digits spread over the small of his back; simply feeling in a manner that many nights before had taught you. A soft groan told you that he did indeed still like having his lower back touched, so you kept at it, alternating between featherlight caresses and firmer presses to feel the deceptive clusters of muscle lying in wait beneath smooth skin. By this point, you could feel him against the curve of your abdomen; pressing, but not insisting.

In turn, the Hero of the Four Sword allowed his fingers to tangle in your hair as he continued to layer kisses on your lips. He continued to cup your hip, thumbing nonsensical patterns under the hem of your tunic, and you couldn't recall the last time you'd felt this comfortable in the dead of the night.

It didn't take much for the soft, steady pecks to morph into something far more sensual, accented by the warmth of his tongue slipping into your mouth to slide and press into every individual crevice, with yours curling against his with every presented moment, though you still had to pull away at odd intervals to suck in gulps of breath, feeling the faint streak of saliva cooling in the corner of your lips. At long last, the hand on your hip began to push beneath the soft fabric. It slid up the expanse of your stomach, then, slowly, brushed over each individual bump of your ribs with soul-aching intent, stopping just beneath the swell of your chest.

"Can I touch you?" he murmured against your lips, eyes glinting earnestly in the pale, pale moonlight, and your body shivered with the decision that it would most likely die if he didn't.

Only one word slipped from your mouth, though it was enough. It would always be enough. "Please."

Four didn't waste a second. He cupped your chest somewhat tentatively, stroking a calloused thumb over the round bud of your nipple, eliciting a thick, warm shiver that swept straight to your abdomen. The tunic bulged and shifted as he continued his exploration, only pausing to brush a fleeting peck to the corner of your mouth. It was sweet, like him, and you began to move your hand up and down the hero's spine, pressing against the notches and divots at random, soft intervals, inadvertently coaxing his hips to rock forward with a gasp than rang in the silence of the darkened room.

His thigh bore down on your hip, and, for a fleeting second, heat burned low in your abdomen, simmering with something dark and wonderful and now. Your free hand tangled in his hair, tugging gently at the straight blonde locks in a manner that was leagues easier without his headband in the way. Four groaned low into your mouth, a sound that vibrated off of his tongue and onto yours. He began palming your chest with a newfound conviction, rolling a velvety nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and reveling in the soft moan the action coaxed from your throat.

"Link," the name slipped from between your teeth with startling smoothness, hanging in the still air like a prayer. Maybe it was.

"I'm here," he told you; gently, like an even softer prayer, and you shivered at the feeling of his fingers sliding back down your body to the hem of your tunic. Another kiss, slow and breathless, then: "I've got you."

A thin string of saliva bridged the gap when you separated; cheeks pink, breaths panting. Four's hair sat in mild disarray from sleep and, concurrently, all the tugging, but he never seemed to mind, so long as you would keep touching him like he was the last person in Hyrule. "I love you," you murmured as the string broke, then was reconnected as another sweet kiss was shared between the both of you. At the sensation of battle-worn fingers touching the bottom of your tunic, you moved your own hand down, shimmying the fabric up to your collarbone with a grin that betrayed just how ready you were.

"I love you too," was his reply, punctuated by the soft press of a kiss on the flat of your sternum. He didn't pull away immediately, letting you feel the lingering heat of his lips, the warm wash of breath as he spoke, smile bright against goose-bumped flesh. "So much."

It didn't take a genius to register the jump of muscle when your fingers pressed harder against the small of Four's back, nor the way he paused to take a centering breath before layering more pecks along the line of your body, each a hairs' breath below the last, scorching unseen marks down each available inch of you. It was tender, and it was exactly what you needed.

Then, he began to linger more, incorporating laving swipes of tongue and softer-than-silk pinch of teeth, all the while those beautiful, moon-swept, kaleidoscope irises molded to your face like one of you would burst into flames if the contact was broken for but a moment. A kiss to the center of your ribcage, where round bone gave way to a slight dip when pressed hard enough, and there was another scorching flare in your abdomen, accompanied by a familiar rush of wetness that you were almost uncomfortably aware of.

Four's thigh slid to rest on the bed as he scooted an inch or two downwards, not quite beneath the sheets, but you were almost positive you could have yanked them over the top of his head had you wanted to. You propped your torso up on a single elbow, still laid out on your side, and watched with barely contained interest as a hand settled on the waistband of your pants.

And, in the darkness of the familiar night, you heard him rasp amidst the rustling linens: "May I?"

The very thought made your knees uncomfortably weak. "If you want," was your reply, breathless as your cheeks flushed in the dark, though it did nothing to stem the excitement flowing through your veins. Fortunately, it was all he needed to hear before the Hero of the Four Sword, moved to grasp your hips, maneuvering them flat on the bed. Naturally, the rest of your body followed suit, until your back hit the mattress and the ceiling couldn't have appeared more disinteresting than it was in that moment.

Before you knew it, your bottoms were pulled down and discarded nearby, though he took special care to leave you in your undoubtedly-soaked underthings. The room was still dark, a testament to the reigning night, leaving Four a soft wink of shadow against the endlessly dark backdrop of your bedroom wall, but you'd felt as though you'd never seen him clearer; moving to kneel between your legs, hands tracing up and down your thighs as they spread to accommodate him. Moreover, he was still fully clothed, which felt vaguely unfair, but you chose not to comment at the realization that warmth still radiated through his leggings and seeped from the skin of rough palms. Palms that eventually moved to cup the back of your knees, lifting them a bit higher.

"I'm sorry I woke you," you blurted softly, a bit desperate to find a way to break the thickened silence. It wasn't uncomfortable, by any means, but he had been sleeping so peacefully until your own mind decided you were in for a rude awakening.

Four shook his head, though it was difficult to make out in the low light. "I don't mind," he murmured back, and you were hardly surprised when the first place his mouth found was the side of your left knee. A giggle bubbled from your throat at the first press of kiss-swollen lips. You couldn't help it. You were ticklish.

The Smith smiled against your skin, trailing more kisses from the inside of your knee to a soft line down your thigh, and, before long, you were squirming with the herculean effort required to keep from laughing outright, even as he continued, eyes glimmering with each cut-off noise that managed to escape.

"H-Hey, that tickles," you tried to say, reaching up to thread a hand through his hair, which only seemed to encourage the little bastard, if the way he grinned at you in the deep, dark night was anything to go by.

"That's the point," Four responded smoothly–with a chuckle that promised everything you wanted and nothing you didn't–and it was with great amounts of squinting that you finally noticed the lavender tint swirling in mossy-green irises. Goddesses, and you were nearly positive he couldn't get any more handsome. A beat passed, and you could have sworn the tips of his ears flushed a bit darker. "I like hearing you laugh."

Maybe it was the honesty in his tone; the raw, unfiltered emotion in those eyes that you were so lucky to call your own, or, perhaps, the way his palms cupped your thighs like they were something precious. Like you were something precious.

"I like you," the words slipped out before you could stop, or at least reword them, but Four never quite minded any late-night word vomit in the manner you did. For yourself, at least.

His smile could have illuminated the land itself. "Thank The Three," the Hero of the Four Sword chuckled, mostly at his own joke, and partially because you were also laughing, hand slackening in his hair, and it would be horribly rude to not join you.

This was nice. You liked this. No expectations, or rush. Just you and him. Just you and Link.

"Were you worried?" you managed to tease between giggles.

He didn't miss a beat. "Never."

A final peck was placed on your knee before the Smith moved to the opposite one, meandering licks and nips and smooches and everything in between to tender, shivering flesh. Your core clenched around nothing, and you were fairly sure your underwear was all but ruined after this. Even with your fingers woven tight in his hair, you didn't pull or twist, letting Four go at his own speed. It's what he would have done with you, what he always did with you.

You were torn from your thoughts by the first press of lips on the skin just above the hem of your undergarments. The scent of arousal was so strong that it was a feat unto itself to pull your mind from the depths of itself and glance down at your lover as he spoke.

"Can I use my mouth?"

"Please," was all you said, all you could bring your tongue and throat to form before exhaustion crept in, and your blood pressure hit the embarrassing high of someone practically dripping onto the sheets.

The Hero of the Four Sword was quick, gently shaking your hand from his hair before hooking his thumbs on the waistband of your underwear, shimmying them down your hips, then thighs, and ankles, discarding them with the same gentleness as your pants. He sat up just enough to press a kiss to each of your calves, grinning against smooth flesh when you giggled and squirmed.

"Link!"

It was hard to tell where exactly he was looking, but you still felt the sweep of a moss-tinted gaze sweep to your face, belly, core, chest, which allowed your own to shyly study the straining bulge in his leggings. Sometimes you swore he could get off from simply looking at you.

As if on cue, Four bent, legs unfolding beneath him to lay flat on the remaining bedspread, though you wouldn't be surprised if his feet dangled off the edge of the mattress. When he began to kiss your thighs again, it wasn't to tease–well, maybe it was, if you were being honest with yourself–but to feel the warmth of your skin, taste the salt of your sweat, and maybe, just maybe, hear the cut-off peals of laughter as you reacted to each swipe and nip and peck. But the moment you opened your mouth to speak, he switched tactics; nudging your thighs a fraction wider.

You sucked in a breath when his thumbs parted your lips, dripping with slick from what felt like hours of anticipation. The first press of the hero's tongue against the soft bud of your clit was a tentative one, eyes glued on your reactions through the darkness. Despite the sensation being far from new, your thighs tensed with the desire to clench and feel the pointed tips of his ears pressing into sensitive flesh, though you supposed you would have to settle with gripping the sheets with one hand while the other rested atop his head; untangled in hair, but willing to the moment it felt right.

The second stroke was longer as he tasted the entirety of you. A part of you wondered whose benefit the slow movements really were for, but it mattered not when he groaned into your folds, begging to lap anew like you were the first drink of water he'd had in years, all the while your legs trembled with the effort to keep from clamping down and never letting go.

"Fuck," you breathed, breathless as it was. Four's eyes were purple, green, purple, purple, like a brought of lavender so fresh it still had the verdant stems attached. The corners crinkled when he smiled. Your fingers dug into his scalp with the softest pressure, but you didn't grab him. Not yet. "Can I–?"

"Go ahead," the hero murmured between strokes, and your fingers did just that, tugging lightly at the rich blonde strands in an attempt to ground yourself against the nigh-overwhelming sensations. The soft moan that rumbled against your clit told you all you needed to know about that particular action.

Four's tongue flicked across your folds in a pattern that was too familiar not to recognize. You were awed by the realization that it was likely his name he was spelling atop your sex.

The first orgasm, when it came, wasn't a violent, era-shattering affair. It came slow, like the gentle crash of tidal waves on the beach, and while there were no stars or gloriously blinding fireworks, you felt the swell of heat as vividly as you felt his fingers grip your thighs as it washed from the roots of your hair to the tips of your toes. There was something deeply romantic in falling boneless against the bed, chest heaving and eyelids fluttering, while two fingers slipped into your entrance on the tail end of the high, curling upwards in a practiced gesture that sent tendrils of heat skittering to your head and heart.

"L-Link," you gasped with every last bit of oxygen in your lungs, squeezing his hair in an unpredictable rhythm that only seemed to encourage the man between your legs, eyes half-lidded with love and lust in the pale, silver moonlight.

"I'm here," he said, only pulling back when you began to whine in overstimulation, bottom lip and chin gleaming in the dull light. His fingers remained in you, but you knew it was more to feel than anything.

I know, your mind whispered in the cool twilight.

At long last, Four sat up again, only to scoot forward to press a slick-soaked kiss to your lips, following the soft, insistent tug on his hair. You kissed him back with a sleepy determination, uncaring of the taste coating his tongue as it slipped into your mouth. The Smith's cheeks were a pink so vibrant not even the night could conceal, and, for a fleeting second, you made to reach out and touch him through his thin leggings, only to be stopped by a hand around your wrist.

"You need sleep," your hero murmured, just as the first rays of the approaching dawn broke through the window. Pleasure wasn't transactional, but you wanted to repay him all the same, even with how heavy your eyelids were beginning to feel.

"I need you," you mumbled; not a command, nor a request, because you were truly exhausted, and what was love without sacrifice? He didn't respond, not verbally. Neither did you, when he leaned to press a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth before settling at your side--hips tilted away and arms draped over your waist--tugging the blankets over the both of you. A soft shiver ran down your spine when he buried his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder, mumbling:

"Tomorrow, sunshine."

Your gaze flicked to the window and subsequent lightening horizon, and you smiled, head tilted to tuck your nose against the top of his head.

Tomorrow.

So I know this isn't very seductive, but I honestly needed to write a bit of a pick-me-up, so here you go lol. I also fear there wasn't as much jewelry as I hoped 😭

[luna-loveboop]

@kikker-oma

Happy Fan Joy July, Oma!!!

Oma, thank you so so much for making Fan Joy July and sharing it with us! Our fandom, our artists, writers, readers, etc have loved seeing or taking part in this crazy challenge.

This is our gift to thank you- from artists all around who were affected by, or got gifts from, or took part in Fan Joy July. We all love you so much- so we made letters/art for this (Zelda themed!). Many said that they had already wanted to make/write you something, and this gave an opportunity.

One of the things I've loved about this month is how community/interaction centered you made it. The challenge was for yourself to make art each day (you absolute maniac /affectionate)- but then others joined. This July we saw or made art or fics with recommendations. Every day you made art for a writer with a scene from one of their fics, and inspired others to do the same, and writers even wrote every day for an artist based off an art piece they made! This led to a month of gift giving- everyone interacting and getting love for creating.

You truly led to a month of Joy for a lot of loz/lu fans- making the name "Fan Joy July" quite accurate

Thank you, Oma

Thank you for the gifts you gave all of us and the way you inspire others

Additional ramblings and art credits below the cut :P

I'm so grateful to all my artists who stepped up so we could do this when I asked- almost 36 hours and 19 artists. The art is like patchwork, with all these different styles, both traditional and digital put together. But that's exactly what happened- we all got drawn together, just like the other month-long challenges. It's so cool how art always connects people.

The artists who participated are @zolanort @la-sera @nancyheart11 @galenfeadraws @shade-pup-cub @arecaceae175 @isasan347 @ghosthoard @smilesrobotlover @unexpectedstormy @skyloftian-nutcase @knight-of-aether @uniquevoidflowers @jinxedruby @windwakingwhale @skyward-floored @xaeorian @blarefordaglare and me Thank you to all of you- You are all so cool and I'm glad! If I accidentally missed tagging or listing someone please let me know I'm so scared of if that happened djskdjdkd

There are letters based off of the colours/theme of each of the Lu boys- it's mainly Zelda and linkeduniverse themed... but we couldn't not have frogs for Oma! I did a frog, his name is Froggy and I'm very proud.

Here's a picture with a list of who did what-

Normally I would apologise for my handwriting, but you guys would just tell me it looks good anyways and honestly it does look good. :D Sorry for the ink splotches tho, and I hope you can read it.

We did this for you, Oma, because... well you are awesome /gen. You gave us the opportunity for a great month and we wanted to say thank you for all the joy you brought us so... thank you :)

Art :D

As for everyone who said they wanted to talk to Oma or other Fan Joy July artists who they loved sharing this month with... feel free to tag and share in the reblogs. Share the joy I guess- there's enough to go around :D

Happy Fan Joy July, Oma :))

[gia-d]

I've never worked so fast on a book in my life, but when I realised @undertheopensky's birthday was only days after mine, I absolutely knew I needed to gift them a bound copy of their truly incredible Linked Universe Whumptober 2023 anthology, Heart and Soul Asunder.

I wanted a subtle gothic vibe for the design of this book to help capture the eeriness and sometimes quiet horror of these stories. I was absolutely enraptured by this series from the moment I read it, would excitedly rant and theorise to Skies in the comments, sparking a wonderful friendship that I now hold very dearly. The only thing better than this fic was finding out that by some bizarre twist of fate, Skies lived only 10 minutes drive from me, and I so I got to hand them their book in person.

Skies, thank you for writing such a truly incredible fic, happy birthday, and any LU fans who haven't read this series yet, this is your sign.

[moonriver080]

（2024.4）

line drawing：moonriver/千里

coloration：@nanzhuyyy /楠竹

gift：@violet-xd09 /叶仪

[la-sera]

Happy belated birthday, RIV!! @glittercat34 or @across-violet-skies

Sorry for the late gift, I overdid it, your fic made me possessed. I planned to make 1 picture, but it grew to 2 comic pages, then now it's 4 comic pages in the end. My bad... haha

I really enjoyed this fic of yours since you first posted it on AO3, LAST YEAR, and at that time I was always waiting for the next chapter. I already had the idea for this picture in my head when I read your fic, but you didn't have a Tumblr account at that time, so I never drew it. And when you finally made a Tumblr account, you have no idea how happy I was!

I hope you have a great day!

Fic: When it Rains, it Pours by @glittercat34 or @across-violet-skies

Fanart from chapter 4