Fjdifisjkvkkdkfj so for pride month fics, I would absolutely die for light fluff with bonus links Loft and Zelda and Groose
I hope I asked right and it's an ok request and let me know if not those three together are my favourite relationship ever. I have a lot of favourites lol but they're my favourite
EXCELLENT REQUEST! Here they are <3
Summary: Groose creates a new little beverage. Loft gets cuddles. 761 words, fluff. Characters from @bonus-links!
Loft felt Zelda's gaze on him. He glanced up from the rough beginning of his woodcarving project and raised a questioning eyebrow. She smiled sheepishly, caught.
"What are you making?" Zelda asked.
Loft shrugged and glanced down at the mangled piece of wood. "I don't know yet."
Abundance was one of Link's favorite things about the surface. He no longer had to choose each project carefully, with only his allotted amount of wood each season. Here, the trees went on as far as he could explore. He had enough wood for every project he could imagine and then some.
Today, it was and then some.
Zelda smirked. "Taking your feelings out on that poor piece of wood?"
Loft felt the tips of his ears go pink as they wiggled closer to his head. "Is it that obvious?" He looked at his wood, truly looked, and yeah, okay, it was pretty mangled. Loft scrunched his nose in displeasure and put the carving knife down.
"Oops."
Zelda's hand went into his hair and scratched his head lightly. "What's on your mind?"
Loft flipped around and let his head rest on her lap. He sighed and held his hand in front of his face, clenching and unclenching it to ground himself in the painful sensation of the movement. Zelda gently slipped her hand into his and intertwined their fingers. Then, with her other hand, she reached down and flicked his ear.
"Hey!" Loft flinched away, but didn't bother moving from her lap. "What was that for?"
"Quit pouting," Zelda said with a sweet smile that betrayed her strict tone.
Loft rolled his eyes and let their hands fall to rest on his stomach. Zelda tried to wiggle her hand out but Loft held tight.
“I need both hands to sew, love.”
”Nope,” Loft said.
Zelda rolled her eyes. "If you-"
"Treat incoming!"
Groose's booming voice sent the birds fleeing from their spots in the trees. He approached holding a wide tray—one of the ones Loft carved recently with one of the new types of wood the explorers found—with three cups and a yellow fruit.
"Treat?" Zelda's ears perked up and wiggled with excitement.
"Gotta sit up for this one, babe. It's worth it." Groose kneeled down and grabbed Loft's free hand and pulled him up. Loft grumbled as the blood rushed through his ears and he let himself fall onto Groose's chest.
"You okay?" Groose asked. His hand came to rest on Loft's shoulder, holding him securely to his chest.
"Mmm," Loft hummed. His world stopped spinning and he opened his eyes, but he didn't move from his spot in Groose's arms. He had to use his miserable body to his advantage, sometimes, or else what was the point?
"Here." Zelda pulled the tray within arms reach and passed a cup to each of them. Groose started to move the hand on Loft's shoulder to take the cup, but Loft made a miserable sound and he put it back with a small smile.
Loft took his cup with both hands and held it against his chest as he peered inside. Pieces of the yellow fruit were floating in the water, and it had a slight tint to it.
"What is this?" Loft asked.
"My newest creation: lemonade! I took the lemon fruit and cut it up and put its juice in water. I even added a little sugar. Try it!" Groose explained. His ears wiggled with excitement and his smile was as wide as it got.
Zelda hesitantly poked at the fruit floating in her cup. Loft shrugged and took a sip.
His face immediately scrunched as his taste buds were attacked by the sour liquid. Loft struggled to swallow without coughing. Groose watched with wide, excited eyes.
"It's, uh... sour?" Loft said.
"I know, right!" Groose took a gulp of his drink and shook his head as he swallowed.
"You're not making me want to try this," Zelda said. She was looking at her cup like it was about to attack her.
Groose was too excited. Loft did not want to let him down. "Now that I know what to expect..." He took another sip. It was still sour, but not quite as jarring. The hint of sugar added a nice taste, complimented by the flavor of the lemon beneath the sourness.
"It's not bad," Loft decided.
Groose leaned down to peck a kiss on Loft's cheek. "I didn't think you'd like it."
Loft turned his head away to hide his blush and snuggled further into Groose's chest. "It's not bad."
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