#lu cries

[silverquillsideas]

"what was the point in delivering all those messages if we didn't end up saving anyone?"

(season 3 please let them be happy 😭)

[arsoniiii]

guess who started watching link click

[sraksha]

Oh, your art is so lovely that it's hard to think of just one request! The first one that came to mind was Time and Wild bonding over epona's song? I'm sure Wild would hum it after hearing Kass play it so often at the stables and tip Time off that he knows it

I don't think Wild is related to Time and Twi, but it's a valid question if Epona's Song is something that's passed down in the family.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

So, I started watching Link Click...

[neverchecking]

Yoo, can I request sub!wild w/ reader? i was thinking like reader could just be teasing him by sucking on his neck, marking him up, ykyk and he's below them desperately trying to grind up against them. bonus points if he comes untouched >:)

have a good day!! or night!! or evening!!!!

You have a good day as well, anon! You absolutely can request that. I mean my favorite boy, being a big ol' sub? Sign me the F U C K up. This is also kind of an apology since my last Wild bit kind of, admittedly, wasn't up to my own standards. It was rushed and not as polished as I normally like. It was deleted twice and I was just over it at that point but that's no excuse. Anyway, I hope this makes up for it, Darling!

And you know I'm going for those bonus points.

Smut, so 18+, MDNI.

Smut CW: Wild is a subby baby boy, you edge him a little, he busts a little prematurely with no touching (BONUS POINTS), and you know me. He cries just a little.

His Home

The difference in the way people treated him varied. It varied a lot. It ranged from people taking one look at his scars and treating him like some form of monster that had escaped from it's cage to people automatically bowing to his every whim-- deeming him some form of warrior who had faced battles far past their comprehension. Some people tried to hide their whispers behind cupped hands and side glances while others outwardly made their disgust known.

It was just the way it was.

At least in his Hyrule, however, he had a safe haven. A home. A place he could go to, to hide and recollect himself enough that dealing with the public was palatable once more. The civilians of his Hyrule knew he was the Hero, yes, but that didn't stop them. They still talked about how he had failed. How he was a century too late. How it didn't matter what he did, because they had grown accustomed to the Calamity. That he had done it for his own pride when that wasn't the case at all. Of course, he knew why he did it. He did it to avenge the fallen champions. He did it to free Flora, who had been fighting non-stop for a hundred years. He did it to ensure his home remained safe and sound.

Because you were his home. You were his sanctuary. You were the one to collect him into your arms and hold him close, gently whispering soft comforts into his ear, the one who was humming a half-remembered lullaby to sooth his nightmares. You remained a stone pillar of patience and comfort for him to follow. Like a beacon calling him to his Goddess.

Then he was dragged away from his home. He went kicking and screaming, make no doubt about it, but it didn't stop that Fraud from pulling him away. He was dropped with his sword brothers, which was...fine (Fine was a good word for it). But they weren't you. They had nothing on you. They could dream of being half of the comfort you were.

That wasn't even the worst of it, however. No, the worst was the face that he had now lost his safety blanket. His one hold over his own crumbling sanity was eons away and the only way he could even hope to reach them was through luck alone and Hylia's filthy grace.

Neither of which he would bet any amount of rupees on. If he were a betting man, that was. But he wasn't.

He wouldn't bet anything on making it back to you in a timely manner.

But life had a way of surprising him, he supposed, as he blinked bleary eyes open only to find familiar surroundings. The stale smell of the forest, the cool feeling of dew and dirt under his palms, even the drifty breeze flowing through his hair. It was all enough to remind him that while he wasn't quite home just yet he was close. Closer than he had been in so long.

He could practically taste you on his tongue already, the salty tang of your sweat; hear the lustrous harmony of all the sounds he could pluck from you. Just thinking about the heat of your skin under his palms, smooth and unmarred unlike his own, had him buzzing with epinephrine. He was sure even the others could pin something was different with him as the minute they entered Hateno they had wandered off to the inn and allowed him to wander off. Which was perfectly fine with him.

He had it all planned out as well. He'd get home, scoop you into his arms tight enough you would never doubt his love for you. His absolute devotion to your being. How nothing, not even time itself, could separate the two of you. Nothing could keep him from you.

Then he'd pepper an absolute flurry of kisses all over your face, neck, anywhere he could reach, just to hear your giggles ring out in pure glee. Feel your arms wrap around his own neck, fighting to return the affection only for him to make the action nearly impossible. How could he break apart from you long enough?

Of course, he would, only to press your lips together in a heart stopping kiss. Just so you could steal his very breath from his lungs. And he'd let it happen. Just to make you happy.

It didn't happen. The reason you and him paired so well together was because you surprised him at every turn. At any given point you could turn him onto his head and throw him for a loop. And he lived for it. The excitement and the rush of following you into unknown waters. It was so addicting.

This was all proven when instead of him trapping you in his arms, you pounced first-- as if waiting for him by the door. You didn't even give him the chance to act before wrapping your arms around his neck, crashing your lips together in a flurry of desire and fondness. Distance does make the heart grown fonder or something, he didn't know. His brain had began the shut-down process, too overwhelmed on emotions and a lack of blood.

When you dragged him to the stairs leading to the loft, positively filthy promises leaving your lips making him stutter. His heart was in his throat, pumping wildly in an effort to make up for all of his blood rushing to his cock-- which stirred to life in his pants.

He hadn't even known he was so pent up until you were pinning him to the bed, hips a familiar weight against his as you dragged your clothed core over his own. It was like being hurdled into the deep end within seconds as something hot and fiery and untampered roared to life in his veins.

His hips bucked wildly, aching for some sort of friction that he desperately needed. He would take anything you gave him, of course, but couldn't you take mercy on his poor, tattered soul? He would slaughter Ganon a million times over should you just lower yourself a bit more. Just give him a little more, please.

The feelings of your lips on his neck had him jolting as his own hands latched onto your hips in a positively bruising grip. Teeth gently nipping at skin before your molten tongue was lapping at the indents, soothing the slight sting. It was all so erotic, positively prurient, and he could barely contain himself. He knew he was whining. High keens full of begging and pleading pleas. He knew he was whimpering. Bordering on too overstimulated to actually do anything, but not stimulated enough to actually burst. It all felt tight and frustrating, with salty tears pooling in the corners of his eyes.

"Wildflower, please-" He cried out, nails clawing up your back as you moved from the hickey you had previously been working on to an unmarked patch of skin. You hummed against him before gently snapping your teeth on the skin again.

It was too much, but not enough. Just enough to keep him right there, but not enough to teeter over, not yet. At least you seemed to take into account his plea, humming in consideration against his skin before pulling off with a positively lewd pop. You weight settled onto his lap, at long last, before you were returning to your previous endeavor.

It only too one roll.

One roll of your hips, plump and perfect, with just enough weight to stoke his cock in just the right way. One salacious rock of your lower body, pushing against his own in a rush of lust and heat. One roll to have him absolutely shattering underneath of you.

Just the push he needed to have him jutting up into you, in an embarrassingly juvenile move, crying out in pure ecstasy with fat tears finally rolling his cheeks. It was an uncomfortable feeling to be reminded of how tightly wound up he was, but to be reminded of how tightly around your finger he was wound? It was pure bliss. To know that he was yours in such a way that you didn't even have to touch him to have him coming undone was salacious enough to have him remaining hard.

To know that you were such a comfort to him, his home, to have him this `devout to you was enough to have him restarting his entire being as fast as he possibly could if only to pin your stunned form beneath him.

He had to show his faith somehow, didn't he?

[socialc1imb]

Legend has a soft spot for bunnies since yknow. He was one once, or whatever.

[hero-of-the-wolf]

The Hero of Legend, everybody

art credit to @linkeduniverse !!!

[gutiuniverse]

Time: Ask me why I love Malon. Warriors: Uh, why do you love Malon? Time, pulling out a 200 slide presentation: I'm glad you asked.

[kaite--s]

It looks better in person, I swear. *cries*

[sgdlr-asdfghjkl]

In reference to my post abt Li Tianxi being the only character who could possibly know a crumb of Lu Guang's lore from reading his memories and @matchacreamlatte addition that it was the true reason she started crying.

I feel bad for laughing but it's surprisingly versatile reaction pic ><'

Here's the template, use it wisely~

[shipping-all-ships]

Despite hating ginseng tea, Lu Ten always prepares a pot of ginseng on the anniversary of his father's death and finishes it while crying.

[cxtori]

yall i have a new fixation and it’s called link click. i’ve only watched 5 eps so far but LEMME TELL YOU. IT’S SO GOOD

lu guang and cheng xiaoshi are precious and i love them 🥰 you’ve got a new girlie link click fandom lol

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

I think some part of me will always be that kid walking out of a huge movie theater into a grey overcast afternoon not realizing her world was about to be permanently changed but feeling changed already herself by the animated Disney film she'd just seen that she would spend a year acting like she was too cool to be affected by, even though she'd never cried at a movie before that and and the cries from the speakers were still ringing in her ears on that cold, overcast afternoon, right before her world changed

[seedlessmuffins]

"you pushed me to be a better person, a better goalie. from the bottom of my heart, thank you."

roberto luongo to canucks fans, ring of honour induction ceremony 12/14/23

[neverchecking]

Hello!

May I request a Yandere! Sky x Female! Reader? How she tempts him away from Hylia on Skyloft? Plus with a 18+? 😉😄

Have a wonderful day/night! Stay safe and healthy!

By July-Angel-Wings

You absolutely can, Darling! Stay safe and healthy as well, drink your water too!

This is such a delicious idea. I'm ngl, this kinda got away with me bc I got on the idea of Sub! Sky whimpering and just being total putty during a good all sloppy toppy and I just- yeah.

I'm tagging all NS*W on this blog as #Cindersins in case you all were curious!

There is 18+ smut so MDNI!

Smut CW: Blowjob, Sky Whimpers, and cries. Just a little. As a treat.

He had seen you in passing a few times. A few times seemed to be all he needed. Because those few times were all that was needed for him to fall absolutely head over heels for you. Call him a hopeless romantic, because that was what he was. Hopeless, for you.

It wasn't hard. He found himself comparing you a Loftwing at times. Dastardly evasive when you didn't want to be found, bright and exuberant when you did, and gloriously beautiful. Full of life and the spark freedom that he sometimes saw in Crimson's own eyes. Perhaps you were a Loftwing's spirit locked in a Hylian's shell. It would make sense.

What made even more sense with that analogy was the fact that Loftwings were soul partners. One part of his, admittedly, shattered soul. Sky had seen a lot of things in his travels, things that wore him down to his core. That broke him apart into pieces, free for the taking by the right person. One would always reside with Crimson, but the others? They were yours. All yours. Free for you to pluck and give as you saw fit.

All of them were for you.

Always for you.

His problem lied, however, in where he resided. Skyloft was where he was born and raised, trained to be a knight, where Zelda and Groose and those he once saw as relevant lived. You lived down below. Among the trees and wildlife, scaling mountains as if you put them there yourself. Hiding among caves and dwelling near rivers with the softest patters of feet. You were of the Hylians below, he was not. But he would fall for you. Jump from the edge of Skyloft, leaving everything behind for you. In a heartbeat. You were tempting him with your luscious curves and fluttering lashes, eyes that reflected the stars and moon above you. He would tumble from grace, from the position of Hylia's chosen hero, if it meant you would look at him that way he saw you looking at the night sky.

Full of nothing but pure innocence and awe.

He ached to just hold you, cherish you, sings your praises to the Golden three themself just so they could see you in half of the same light he saw you.

Perhaps that was why he found himself gently easing forward. Sun had warned him of the Earth dwellers. How they were to be of no use to him, not when she could have everything up in Skyloft. Up with her, Hylia incarnate herself, but she was a damned fool to not see the worth you provided. How your natural glow, just soft enough to create an effervescent halo around your form, was more than enough for him for a thousand lifetimes. It was soft and comforting, like a dimming fireplace in a cabin as the occupants lie in each others arms, content with each other's presence. Rather than Sun's own. Her's was bright and intruding, something you would have to shield yourself from before taking it in. Like a sudden crack of lightning, hot and sudden. It was one of the many things that differentiated the two of you. One of the many things he favored and reasoned was something worthy of eternal damnation.

Honestly, he simply couldn't help himself when he saw you out in the open. Nothing but gentle movements and anoetic simplicity. Of course, your eyes landed on him right away. Of course, he offered his name, introducing him to you in a way that would paint him in such a way he couldn't be a threat no matter how one looked at it.

And it worked. It took time, so, so much time, but he got close. Close enough you could sink your perfect little claws into and drag him into whatever depths you deemed suitable. And he fell. He fell hard.

Right into your hands, exactly where you wanted him.

A whimper left his lips as your hands toyed with his shaft, gently dragging up and down as your drool dribbled over the ruddy head of his cock. It gleamed with both spit and pre-cum, which bulbed out in clear pears before you were lapping it up. He couldn't even begin to describe the sensation of your tongue, firm and sure, swiping around his dick before you were enveloping the tip with your mouth.

Sky jolted with a start, hands flying to your hair, weaving between the strands as pure euphoria shot through his system. Igniting his nerves in a hit of pure adrenaline as every one of them sang in delight. His toes curled within his boots as they kicked and dug at the dirt, aching for some sort of traction as you refused to part. He yelped low in his throat, trying to swallow his cries when you bobbed further. Every part of him curled in a tight coil, curling tighter and tighter, nearly snapping before you popped up with a lewd suck. You licked your lips, tongue darting out to wet your plump lips, painting them with a shiny sheen as you stared him down, eyes narrowed like a pure temptress.

The hand returned, squeezing right above his balls and cooling any premature bust. His eyes burned at the lose of control, but not for the reasons you may have thought. No, they were tears of pure, unaltered adoration. His fall may have been great, but it was worth it. To have you, his newly crowned Goddess, on your knees before him, deeming him worthy enough to bless with your presence. What he wouldn't do for you, to you, with you. You merely had to ask.

You returned your mouth to his leaking cock, starting from where your fingers continued to squeeze and leading back up to the head of his cock. You pressed a final parting kiss to the head, looking up at him through your lashes.

He cried out in agony, bucking into your hand against his own wishes. He wanted to paint your pretty face a divine white. It was otherworldly as it was, and to mark it had to be a sin beyond simple punishment, but to have it marked with something screaming that you were his and his alone was to tempting. Too much.

Tears pearled in his eyes before leaking over in fat pearls over the apples of his cheeks as his fingers curled tighter in your hair. Your fingers remained steady around his aching cock as it bobbed along your lips, which parted just enough for your devilish tongue to dart out and kitten lick the head. Just enough to have it bounce back against your tongue and for you to repeat the process.

The tears didn't stop as he curled over your form holding as close as you would allow. Eventually, you felt he had earned your mercy, loosening your fingers and sucking harshly on the head of his dick, cheeks hollowed as you gave a silent demand in your eyes. While it wasn't highlighting your features, he was more than happy to obey your whim this way, pulling your head close enough your nose brushed along the plain of his stomach, dumping your hard earned prize down your throat-- which constricted around his length every time you swallowed. A strangled whine left his throat, something he wasn't even aware he was capable of, as his back arched.

When he pulled away, eyes stinging and red as he stared down at you.

His fall was great, but he would do it a million times over, re-shatter his soul, brand his being with your mark, do it all should you demand, if only to keep you this close to him for the rest of time. He would slaughter kingdoms if you so pleased if just to see you smile. He would orchestrate Hylia's own demise should you ask. All for you, you, you.

His free little bird.

[cutthroatcarnival]

Febuwhump Alt Prompt 7: Last Words (AKA Day 12)

Tags/Warnings: Referenced character death (The Shadow)

The journey is over, and it’s time to say goodbye.

Read it on AO3!

A Parting

The field was quiet, devoid of the sounds of battle from mere minutes ago. A gentle breeze swept through, twirling and dancing around the heroes as they stood, all swords raised skywards. It was done. The enemy had been slain.

Hyrule shivered as he felt the overwhelming presence of magic in the air, like crisp winter air, curling around the nine of them, bathing the area in a shimmering gold veil.

“Heroes… You have fought well… Valiantly… Your journey draws to a close…” The voice chimed, quietly authoritative, drawing the attention of the mentioned heroes to the swirling gold that had appeared.

Portals. They would be going home. Hyrule felt his chest clench and throat close, eyes stinging as reality fell upon them. He could see Wind sobbing, clutching to Warriors, as the older hero gently shushed him, cradling him gently with silent tears.

Next to him, a little ways away, Time held Twilight and Wild in a hug, refusing to let go of the family years ahead of him, clutching onto them for dear life. Hyrule turned to face more sobbing; Sky, the culprit of said sobbing, was curled around a teary eyed Four, both wore smiles.

A throat being cleared behind him made Hyrule jump, whipping around to see Legend, who offered him a hand with a soft smile. When he took it, he was a little surprised to be pulled into a hug. Hyrule wrapped his arms around Legend, feeling as the other trembled. The tears Hyrule had been holding back spilled over, darkening the red tunic he buried his face into.

“I’m sorry that your world fell into decline, that you grew up in a place of constant danger,” Legend’s voice was quiet and shaky, “But you’ve been so brave, despite everything thrown your way.” The pink haired hero laughed wetly, pulling away enough to see Hyrule’s face.

“I see too much of myself in you, and that admittedly terrifies me,” Hyrule swallowed back a sob, “Even with that fear, I know how incredible and capable of a hero you are. I’m proud you’re my successor.”

The floodgates broke, Hyrule slumping forward as he sobbed, burying his face into Legend’s tunic, feeling the other hero wrap him tightly in a hug. The wetness seeping through his own tunic alerted him to the fact that Legend was also crying, making him clutch tighter at the veteran.

They slowly parted, tears glistening on their cheeks and in their eyes, making their way back to the others, in a similar state of teary-eyed. The humming of the portals grew louder, beckoning them back home. Wild stepped forward, holding what appeared to be a book to his chest.

“I asked Purah for her help with these to make sure they’d withstand anything.” The scarred hero handed him a small leather book, Link; Hero of Hyrule scrawled on the front in loopy handwriting. Inside the book were pictures of their time together, captured memories so they could never forget and get to reminisce.

Hyrule approached Time, slightly staring at his blank eye that was open, as he focused on the books in his hands- it seemed Wild had given him two, one for himself and one for Malon. The older hero glanced over at him, a soft smile playing on his face, and pulled Hyrule into a side hug.

The magic of the portals started to tug on them, slowly losing patience as they said their goodbyes. Hyrule removed himself from Time’s side, shuffling over the portal that called out for him, noticing the others had done the same, except for Twilight, who walked over to time with a bag in his hands. Hyrule knew what was in there, he had placed things in there after all, blinking back more tears.

As Twilight moved to stand in front of his portal, Time spoke, “Whenever there is a meeting, a parting shall follow. A salesman on my quest had told me this, and now I believe I fully understand it.”

The golden light began to envelop the heroes, readying to pull them back to their home eras, “It’s no longer dangerous to go alone, now that I have you all with me… in heart, mind, and spirit.” Hyrule choked out, watching the emotions on the others faces before being swallowed by golden light.