#malon oot

sometimes i stand at lon lon for a while and use her singing as background music while i do stuff, id imagine the pressure would be immense

Went back and finished this Malon piece I had started a while ago as a little warmup and because of the news we got this week ☺️✨ who else is excited to revisit Malon and Lon Lon Ranch? 👀

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Malon and Talon

“Dad needs help with the cuccos,” she said lightly, turning as she walked past him on her way to the house without stopping and he nodded. As he headed for the coop Malon called out from the front steps of the house. “Oh, actually, he’s out behind the barn this mornin’.”

Link’s steps faltered.

His heart sank.

He didn't want to help with the cuccos anymore.

He almost asked if he could help in the kitchen instead but didn’t. Talon did not pay him to do housework.

Read this fic on AO3: The Cucco Farm

She knows he’s home because his boots are lying over the mat beside the door.

“Link?”

The cottage is quiet and dark and Malon hesitates in the doorway as an uneasy feeling creeps through her chest.  Frowning, she shakes off her own boots and carefully places them on the mat next to his. She pauses a moment then straightens his too.

At the top of the stairs, she calls his name again and gets a grunt in return. She finds him still in bed and the scolding dies on her lips at the pained look in his watery blue eyes.

The story: Burnin' Up