#lu drabble

[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]

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 

[c0smoshit]

Hug headcanons!!

⋆ ࣪. ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ≫ time, warriors, twilight, wild, sky and sage (totk)

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ don't read if you hate awful amounts of fluff, not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I'm planning on writing more headcanons about not only linked universe but other fandoms, let me know if you like them :))

Time

★ Def wouldn't hug u at first ( he is the princess knight after all )

★ But when he warms up to you, be ready to recieve the biggest hugs ever

★ Would hold your nape, pulling you closer to his neck, letting your arms freely wrap around him

★ Idk but he gives off the vibes of pulling off long hugs, just breathing into you and taking all of you in

"We're ba-"

He didn't even finish his sentence as he felt his breath being violently taken away from his lungs. And when he lowered his eyes to see your head crushed into his chest, he let down his guard.

Some stared at you, others whispered under their breaths and the rest just didn't care. And he didn't either, he enjoyed the warmth you seemed to pass to his cold body, pressing your front closer to him as a hidden grin painted itself on his lips.

But he was happy to be back with the rest of the group, and he ceirtanly wasn't the only one.

Warriors

★ This cocky mf acts like he doesn't care if you hug him, but he is dying inside

★ He finally got to feel you closer to him, and he would kill to have you this close once again

★ And that's a win win

★ Expect some unexpected bone-crushing hugs after your first one as he has already taken the clue that you weren't uncomfortable

★ This boy is desesperate

"I'm alright, I'm alright"

He then patted your back, his other arm still grabbing his sword. Although you couldn't see it, he had a huge smirk plastered on his face that soon would be pried off his face.

"Oh? Alright then"

Your teasing tone never failed to leave him blushing under his cocky facade, so when you pried yourself off his chest mimicking his smirk he was so confused.

Your back was soon turned to him and he wished he hadn't opened up his mouth in the first place.

"Wait-"

Twilight

★ He literally can transform himself into a wolf so expect the warmest hugs ever

★ He would always try to be as close as you as possible, always using some excuses as if to lend you his hand whenever you had to climb something, shield ready to protect you from any attack

★ The fur he has on his tunic doubles up cozy points ;)

★ He would definitely be the type to cuddle anywhere right after you gave him a small hug

"You're freezing, y/n"

Your eyes found his own ones, bathed in the comfortable hues of orange that the makeshift fire was able to emit. You tried to nod it off, telling him that you were okay, but he saw the way you were trembling under your clothes.

"Come here"

In just two words he got you entirely over him, the moment he opened up his tunic for you to sit on his lap as he tried to warm both of you up, you were at his complete mercy.

"Much better"

Your muttered out words made his heart ache, seeing your form clinging into him as you hid your face on his neck was definitely something else. His surprisingly hot hands soon travelled to your back drawing soothing circles into your skin.

Wild

★ He goes absolutely mad

★ The moment you wrap your arms around him he is absolutely at your mercy

★ He could spent days with you clinging on him, and he surely would cling onto you all day long

★ He would and will give you surprise hugs, whenever you are doing some tasks outside or just whenever your back is facing him

★ Absolutely adores teasing you ;)

Your loud shriek filled the whole inn you guys stopped by to rest.

The reason?

A sneaky bastard that happened to wrap his arms around your waist and lift you up in the air. Thanks to the corner of your eye, you could see his characteristic blue tunic, so you were a bit less spooked out.

"Link!"

His chuckle mixed with the soft sway of the afternoon leafs were the only thing that filled up your mind now. That and his strong arms placing you back down on the ground, your hands holding them for dear life as you felt his face smashed on your shoulder.

He really acted like an hyperactive puppy

Sky

★ Okay so this man, sleep

★ Loves, loves, loves deep and prolonged hugs. He feels as if you were a blanket surrounding his body.

★ So whenever he had to share a room with you in a inn or something he would "accidentaly" book one with only one bed available

★ wink wink

★ And god, the way he cuddles 10/10, would recommend

His legs were a mess mixed with your own ones, your nose pressed into his collarbone as he snored peacefully into the dawn. His arms secured you by your back with a force you didn't even know where it came from since he was asleep.

You didn't notice the way he had enveloped your body with his own one but you were too tired to care. Happily snuggling into his neck as you enjoyed this restful moment.

Looking up into his face before your weary eyes closed themselves, you saw the most serene expression you had ever seen on anyone before.

The perfect cuddle buddy

Sage

★ I see him as a more chill version of Wild

★ Always ready to recieve and give the greatest hugs you or he could give

★ Would literally think you hate him if one day you forgot to hug him before waving him goodbye

★ Adores being as close to you as possible, listening to your endless anecdotes

"Hey there"

Your soft voice never failed to make him weak on the knees, arms wrapping themselves around your waist as he looked over your shoulder to whatever food you were making.

Silence fell over the room, just both of your mixed breaths and the sonorous sound of your knife chopping some vegetables.

He would often whine when you had to move from your spot, reaching some other utensil. He also weighed heavier as his body would slump into yours, snoozing into nirvana on your shoulder.

He never failed to make you feel so cheerily dumb

[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.

[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…”

[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.

[breannasfluff]

“Good morning!”

Hyrule’s bright voice is the last thing Legend needs. He retreats further into his bedding.

“Come on sleepyhead! You’ll give Sky a run for his rupees. It’s a beautiful day!”

It’s the worst time of day: early morning. Just because Legend can get up doesn’t mean he should be functioning. Present him a puzzle first thing in the morning and he’ll fail, every time. It’s just too early!

“Ledge!” Hyrule is back, this time to shake him. “Come on!”

Legend’s response is mostly snarl. He’s got to keep his mouth shut in the morning or he’ll say something too acidic and hurt the traveler’s feelings.

“I made you a cup of coffee.” Wild’s voice comes from the other side of the bedroll.

Legend emerges enough to glower with one eye. “Cream?”

“Just the way you like it.”

Coffee is tempting…

“Ledge c’moooon.” Hyrule sprawls half on top of him, rocking him with the motion.

Finally, Legend emerges far enough to take the coffee cup and sit up with a yawn.

Hyrule giggles. “Your hair is a mess.”

It doesn’t matter—the only one trying to win beauty contests in the morning is Warriors.

[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.

[crazyhour420]

So Four right. He's like actually four people in one body. Like a bunch of toddlers in a trench coat. Anyways that's not the point, i think he talks to himself out loud. Or atleast used to.

Before he met the chain right, just imagine hes doin his own thing in the forge, minding his own business and then all the sudden he yells at the top of his lungs

"FUCK YOU! BLUEBERRIES ARE FUCKING PURPLE"

what's actually going on, is Red and Blue are having an argument while Green is finishing work. Vio has a fucking headache because he absolutely hates his brothers sometimes

OR

They do split and do the whole "oh lets swap clothes to see if anyone noticed" thing twins do. But ×4

Twilight can tell because that man will transform into wolfie to figure it out

Wind definitely plays along, but it gets irritating really quick because he'll randomly shout out, "ARE YOU GUYS TWINS?!?!?!"

Yeaaaaaa.....moving on-

The rest of the chain? Legend doesn't give a shit until Wars makes a bet. Then he's all over the colors trying to figure out which ones which because he is not about to lose a bet to WARS of all people

Wild, Hyrule, Sky, and Time? Probably dont care. In fact, i think it would go like this;

"Huh.....anyways-"

Thats what you get for now >:]

Gimmie's character's to write about-

[legendofzoodles]

LU December art things I noticed:

Let's hope it's not a windy day

They all look happy and curious here so this is probably a fun show and tell thing and not a worried check of items because they suspect they may have been robbed

Most of the items are Legend's, most of the materials are Wild's

Not Wind trying to convince Twi to let him take the spinner out for a...spin

Sky must have seen that dragon scale right? Why is he not furiously head-hunting the poacher?

The Vio in Four reaching out for them books. Hey, he even took off his keystone chain thing, guess the others took of all their accessories?

That hunk of meat above the ladder is Hyrule's isn't it? Four is 100% gonna yeet it when he's not looking

Love how there are all these incredible fantasy weapons, then there's a normal looking ladder, shovel and just a pair of flippers

Therapy Frog lives! The little amphibious boyo who saw Wild monologue! Look at his dumb little smile! Straight vibing. Jojo being him back in future chapters pls

[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.

[dreaming-of-lu]

Hello there! Can I get a compilation of Wild being💅 sassy💅to Legend and Legend responding with his own ✨Spicy remarks✨

Y'all can't sit there and tell me that they do not brotherly bully each other cause they do. They are the kings of sass. I did a tad bit of it, not much a compilation, but ya know, at least there's something adhfjasdf Word Count: 283

"Whaddya mean 'he's in jail'?!" Twilight blinked in disbelief as he stared down at what was supposed two people, but instead, it was only one, and that one was Wild. The champion sheepishly smiled under the firm gaze set on him, slowly shrinking in on himself when the ranch-hand's brow furrowed deep.

"We- uhm, didn't expect it to go south, to be honest," Wild scratches the back of his head with a shaky grin. Twilight throws his hands in the air, settling them back on his hips with a heavy sigh and a shake of his head.

"Ordona, give me patience," he muttered lowly.

"It could be…worse?" Wild offered meekly.

"IT SH-," A voice piped up from behind, cutting the older hero off,

"What is with all this yelling?"

"Not now, Legen-," Twilight halts in his words, blinking rapidly before reeling on his heel with a slack jaw. There stood the veteran, looking bored, unhurt, and in the flesh. He blinked in confusion at the confuddled stares that graced him; his brows creased when the shock silence dragged on. Their gaze made him shift on his feet, skin crawling the longer they stared at him, getting antsy even when none said a word.

"What?" He snapped.

"Yo-you're supposed to be in jail!" Wild points.

"Yeah, and you're supposed to be dumpster diving for ham scraps, you six-piece chicken mcnobody." Legend snips.

"Legend!"

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"Geeze, you looked like you personally fist-fought a Lynel," Wild eyed the mess that framed the veteran's head. "At least, I didn't roll out the bed looking like one, unlike you," he passed him and continued on his way to the bathroom downstairs in the inn. "Well, damn," Warriors whistled, "that was brutal."

[arecaceae175]

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825 words of discussions and fluff <3 And everyone's here!

Hyrule: aro/ace, nonbinary, they/them

Wild: aro/ace, genderfluid, he/him today

Sky: polyamorous and bisexual, he/she

Twilight: bisexual, demiboy, he/they

Time: only loves Malon, asexual, agender, xe/xem

Wind: too baby for romance yet but becoming interested, bisexual probably, genderqueer, no pronouns

Four: pansexual and also somewhere on the aro/ace spectrums, genderqueer, she/xe/they

Legend: aro/ace, transfem, they/she

Warriors: gay, grey-aromantic, demisexual, trans man, he/him

“And then she showed me the coolest fruit I’ve ever seen!” Hyrule said, hands thrown out as they recounted their story. 

The chain was sitting in a circle around the fire as they recounted their days. After a long week staying in a town to rid the area of monsters, they decided to have one last day in the town to stock up on supplies then head into the woods for the night. They were all far too tired of socializing with anyone but each other.

Four, Wind, and Wild were sitting together playing some sort of dice game Wind found in town as they listened to the conversation. Time was next to Four, watching the game out of the corner of his eye and seconds away from joining in. Sky and Twilight were sitting on a log with their arms pressed together, wrapped in Sky’s sailcloth and Twilight’s pelt. Legend, Warriors, and Hyrule were on the ground, legs crossed and knees brushing against each other. 

“We shared it and it was so good! She said it was her favorite fruit. I think it might be my favorite fruit now, too,” Hyrule said. 

Sky raised her eyebrows with a smirk and shared a glance with Twilight. Twilight could barely hold back a giggle, and had to hide it behind his fist. 

“She was really cool,” Hyrule finished. They leaned back on their hands and stared at the fire with a dopey smile on their face. 

Warriors chuckled and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Sounds like you really liked her,” he said. 

“I did. I almost wish we could go back into town tomorrow,” Hyrule said. Then, they froze, their eyebrows furrowed, and they slowly leaned forward as the realization hit. 

“I’ve never wanted to go to a town before,” Hyrule said slowly. Their voice was slightly distressed. The others looked up from their game in concern, but Sky, Warriors, and Twilight were smiling so no one was too concerned.

“Why do I want to go back? Why do I feel so fluttery talking about her? Did she curse me?” Hyrule frantically turned to Warriors and grabbed onto his arm. “Am I cursed?”

Warriors laughed as he gently pulled Hyrule’s hands from their intense grip on his arm. “You’re not cursed, Rulie. Sounds like you might be attracted to her.”

Hyrule’s expression turned even more confused. “What? Really? But… I’m ace! And aromantic? This has never happened to me before!”

“Malon is the only person I’ve ever felt any kind of attraction toward,” Time said. 

The color drained from Hyrule’s face. They very, very slowly turned to look at Time. “Do I… have to… marry this girl?”

“That’s not-” Time began.

“I’m not ready for marriage!” Hyrule exclaimed.

“Woah, Rulie, calm down. You don’t have to marry anyone if you don’t want to,” Warriors said. He was trying his best to be calm for Hyrule, but internally he was giggling. He had the same reaction, once. 

“Ignore the old man,” Legend said. 

“Good advice,” Four mumbled, still focused on the dice. Wild nodded in agreement. Time sent Four a glare, which she resolutely ignored. Wind stifled a laugh behind a hand. 

“What Time was trying to say,” Warriors continued, “Is if you can feel attraction only sometimes you’re aromantic or asexual. It’s a spectrum. I’m aroace but I’ve still felt attraction to a few men.”

“So… what do I do about it?” Hyrule asked. 

“That’s the fun part. You don’t have to do anything about it,” Warriors said. Hyrule’s eyes were wide as he latched onto every word Warriors said. 

“Really?” Hyrule asked. 

“Yeah, really. You can recognize the feeling, but if you don’t have any desire to act on it, then you don’t have to,” Warriors said. 

“I’ve felt attracted to a few people over the years. I did something about it once, but not the other times,” Four added. 

“Huh,” Hyrule said. Their gaze fell back to the fire as they considered Warriors’ words. “It was fun for today, but… I don’t think I want to do anything about it.”

“Yeah, sticking with the aro/ace crew!” Wild cheered, giving Hyrule a thumbs up from across camp. Hyrule giggled and returned it. 

“Your very first attraction,” Legend said as she slung an arm over Hyrule’s shoulders. “Our little Rulie is all grown up.” 

Hyrule laughed and gently shoved them away. 

“Ah, I remember the first time I felt attracted to someone,” Sky said dreamily. 

“Let me guess,” Twilight said with a grin. “Sun?” 

“Pipit, actually. You met him, right?” Sky asked. 

The group fell back into amiable chatter as Sky recounted his story. Hyrule leaned back on his arms again and fell into thought. They were jolted out of their mind as Legend put an arm around their shoulders again.

“Hey, you good?” Legend asked. 

Hyrule considered, then smiled and nodded. “Yeah,” they said, leaning into Legend’s side. “I’m good.”

[yandereunsolved]

⋆·˚ ༘ 𓍊𓋼𓍊 Poly Yandere Wild & Sage 𓍊𓋼𓍊 ⋆·˚ ༘

Wild and Sage glaring at each other.

"They belong to me."

Wild signing. "You're in my Hyrule. The safe Hyrule. I've already completed my mission. You haven't. They're mine."

"Oh yes, Mr. I haven't spoken a word since I've woken up and I need them to everything with me, thinks he gets an opinion. I already saved my Hyrule once. Now I have to do it again!"

Wild signing. "You are a danger. They are a god(dess) worth protecting. Hylia gave them to me, not you."

"Hylia didn't give anything to either of us. That's just a delusion you made up in your head. Get your own personality! I am better able to protect them anyway."

Wild signing. "Time had to save the both of you from being killed by Gloom hands in your dimension. You almost lost them. Do you really think you deserve them after that?"

"What— I— It wasn't like that! I didn't need any of you to help me. I was handling it just fine on my own. What would you know about them anyway? They always sleep with me under the stars. They always cuddle me. You have to beg for their attention."

Wild signing. "Well, they kissed me first. I think that's all you need to know." Wild smugly grins.

"What...?" I'm done with this 'sharing' thing.

Wild and Sage start brawling. Wind sits on the top of a tree silently giggling at them. He can't wait to tell the others what the newcomer and Wild have been getting up to.

"Wild! Sage! What are you doing?"

Their thoughts in unison: God(dess)! My love! You look so tempting. Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Have you eaten today? Why were you gone for so long? How are we going to cover this up? They both make eye contact. They are covered in bruises and dirt.

"Sparring."

Wild grins sheepishly towards you.

Sharing isn't easy when it comes to you...

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