#shipwrite

:) ~600 words

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"Psst… Smithy."

Four pauses his walk down to the blacksmith's, looking around. He doesn't see Legend right off, but he, unlike most people might, thinks of looking down. A little pink face pokes out of the bushes butting up against the dirt road, and those eyes are too familiar. 

After glancing around to make sure nobody's watching, Four dives down into the bushes and pulls the boughs to hide him from the road. Sitting in front of him, Legend is currently a pink rabbit. A really, really cute pink rabbit. 

Don't react he looks embarrassed He looks pissed So normal then HE IS SO CUTE 

Four casually covers his mouth to conceal the smile trying to break through. "Hey, Vet. What's up?" 

Legend's little bunny nose twitches, and he scowls, but with his big cheeks, he just looks cuter. "What's up? Seriously? Are you daft?"

Now that's uncalled for He's just stressed give him a break 

"Sorry," Legend says after half a second, apparently remembering that Four doesn't exactly love being called dumb or crazy, even in jokes. He snaps the apology, but he gives it, which is enough for Four. 

"Whatever." Four waves a hand. "So you're a bunny right now. Do you know why? I assume that's why you called me out."

Legend gathers himself and sits up, his long ears settling into an alert position. 

I wonder if they're soft Keep our hands to ourself Of course! I just wonder…

"Yes. There's a kind of… little fairy monster that does it. It's happened before, but beams don't usually come out of the Dark World." Legend hops over to peek through the bushes again, still talking. "I, stupidly, didn't bring most of my stuff with me on that walk—"

"You aren't stupid," Four corrects with a sigh. 

Legend shoots him a look, then turns back to watch the road. "Maybe not, but I sure acted like it, and either way, I don't have my Moon Pearl on me. You're not sneaky, but you are trustworthy, so I need you to go get my bag, or just the Pearl, though it'll be difficult with Wind watching all our stuff—"

Moon Pearl? Don't we have, like, six of those? Yeah one second

Four digs through his bag as Legend outlines a somewhat ridiculous plan for sneaking past Wind and getting his bag without anybody noticing. He interrupts Legend's rant. 

"Ahem. Legend." 

Paws curled in annoyance, Legend looks back at Four and the Moon Pearl he has in his hand. His ears loosen up, and he blinks. 

"You just… have those?" 

"Several, yes. Is it what you need?" 

Legend approaches, and Four makes sure to hold still as he feels a tiny paw brace against his hand to lift Legend up so he can look closer. 

I'm with Red can we just cuddle him already Not without permission Can we at least ask 

"Yep, that's a Moon Pearl, all right." Legend looks up at him. "Um. Can you keep this quiet?" 

"You don't have to ask. You're not the only one with a tiny, fuzzy secret." That sounded wrong. "Anyway, pretty sure you're cuter." 

He's gonna hate that No look he's flattered Awww Don't. Move. 

Legend sighs a tiny bunny sigh, then climbs up onto Four's lap. "Fine. Just a little cuddling. Whatever." He seems to relax when Four gives in and touches the pink fur. 

Wow his ears really are soft EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Please be quiet you'll give us a headache 

This perhaps isn't quite what you were after (sorry) but it's fun either way. XD ~400 words.

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"Hey, Hyrule."

Hyrule looked up from the strands of grass he was working on weaving together to pass the time. "Four. What's up?" 

Four sat down next to him against the barn wall, stretching out his feet in the shade. He lowered his voice, watching Twilight and Wind splash each other in the river a distance away. "I want to warn you."

"...warn me?" Hyrule set the grass aside, feeling chilly. "About what?" 

"Nothing dramatic, don't worry. You don't need a weapon," Four laughed. "No. It's just that… well… Wars's new knife is… bad."

"Bad?" Hyrule asked slowly. He stopped reaching for his sword, but he remained tense. 

"Well, for one, it isn't great quality," Four said. "It isn't steel like the merchant said, just mostly iron."

Hyrule made a face. "Iron?" 

"It's an awful material to make knives out of. It's too brittle. It isn't even pure iron, so I'd have to purify it if I wanted to do anything with it." Four shook his head. "Warriors was disappointed when I told him. I don't know how he picked out the worst quality metal I've seen in a while, but he did." 

"Why are you… warning me?" Hyrule asked slowly, still not quite relaxing. "I don't really care what Wars's knife is made out of."

Four sighed and looked at Hyrule straight on. "I only work with iron when I have gloves and an apron on. Otherwise, it would hurt. You probably think you're being subtle, but I can tell it would hurt you, too."

Hyrule's eyes went wide, and he felt somewhat foolish, and a little offended. "I think I'm being subtle? How—"

"Hyrule," Four said, a bit of a smile on his face. "I'm sorry for being circumspect. Look. I can tell you're fey. You hide it, but I can tell, because I am, too."

"You are?" Hyrule's thoughts ground to a halt, and he blinked at Four. He'd always noticed that Four's magic had a bit of a different flavor to it, but he had chalked it up to the Four Sword being odd. 

"Yes. Be careful around Wars's new knife, all right? You wouldn't want to get hurt." Four stood up, gave Hyrule a smile, and wandered off, as if he hadn't just upended Hyrule's entire view of the universe. 

You said "colors" so I went LU, which means sibling relationship! :) ~450 words, no warnings

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"Hey. Hey, Blue." 

"What, Red?" Blue asks with a sigh, not looking up from Twilight's sword. He's trying to sharpen out a rather bad burr without damaging the balance, grumbling the whole way, because if Twilight had just gotten this fixed fast…

"Blue. Blueberry. Hey, Blue." 

Fighting down frustration, Blue puts the sword down and looks up. "What."

A chain of wildflowers that smell like a meadow drops in front of his eyes. Blue feels his frustration evaporate as he listens to Red running away, giggling madly. He still manages to keep a scowl on his face as he pushes the flower crown back so he can see. 

Warriors raises an eyebrow, no doubt waiting for a snapping response and the destruction or discarding of an innocent flower crown. Blue doesn't give him the satisfaction, going back to the sword with a lovely flower crown on his head. 

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Green runs his sleeve across his forehead, wiping off the bit of sweat he'd built up from training. Sky is good, which is good to spar with, but it can be frustrating sometimes to lose over and over again. At least Sky is encouraging, and doesn't hold back. 

"Greenbean!" comes a familiar shriek, and Green drops his sword to the trodden grass on instinct, jumping. 

Red is a blur, here and gone in a few seconds. He leaves behind a flower crown on Green's head, and a quick hug around Sky's waist, before he zooms off again. 

Sky snorts, readjusting his undershirt. "Does he drop surprise hugs a lot?" 

"Yes, but how can you tell?" Green asks, taking off the flower crown to set it gently on his pile of stuff so it doesn't get ruined during sparring. 

"You dropped your sword."

"Ah."

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"Hey, Vivi. Whatcha reading?" Red asks, dropping to his stomach next to Vio. Their shoulders press together in the patch of leafy sunlight Vio had found and stretched out in. 

Vio feels the flower crown fall over his ears, but he doesn't pay it any mind, seeing as it's not in his way. "Nothing you'd find interesting. It's about the history of vegetables." He still tilts the pages in Red's direction, letting him see the ink drawings of the odd, double-stemmed carrots. 

"Nope, that's very interesting. Why are those carrots like that?" 

"I'm trying to figure that out." He hesitates. "Want to hear?" 

"Yes." Red sets his head down onto his crossed arms to listen.

I esp love your idea with Four and the whole worldbuilding behind everything like the stuff with Wind!!!

(and ngl Four and Wind are already my fave characters but here its just even more)

Ahh thank you so much! It really makes me glad that you like it!! I'm a big fan of worldbuilding, it was fun to come up with some silly stuff there. Anyway here's a thing?

Bomb Arrow

276 words, Wind & Four, disability AU (though it's not very present here, whoops), AO3 link here!

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Chaos reigned down below in the tiny valley, where seven Heroes faced off against triple that many monsters. The tide of the battle looked to be in the Heroes' favor, but Wind knew as well as anyone that it could change quickly and dangerously. 

"We could go down and help," Four said from beside him, "or we could stay up here and give some ranged support. What do you think?" His eyes remained on the battle, analyzing it in the way that only Four could. 

"I think I'm pretty useless either way," Wind grumbled. He gestured to his dominant arm, which rested in a makeshift sling after he'd gotten pushed over by yet another monster. "You could give them more help alone than I could."

Four made a face, carefully avoiding shaking his head. He understood what Wind meant. "Splitting right now would be dangerous and painful. I think ranged support is our best option." He reached around the back of his chair to dig into his bag and pull out his crossbow. 

He hesitated, then looked up at Wind with the gleam of mischief in his eyes. "You have that thing that controls wind, don't you?" 

"The Wind Waker? Yeah." Wind pulled it out, somewhat clumsily with his non-dominant hand. "Why?" 

"I don't have bomb arrows like Wild does, but I do have bombs, and I do have arrows," Four began, and Wind felt a smile growing on his face as he caught Four's drift. 

"That'll work."

I feel like this one is a little more heated than I usually write. It's very silly. I think I was picturing a Regency AU?

About 400 words, established Vidow, they kiss at the end (spoiler alert.)

Also this is the last of the requests I'm gonna do, if anyone felt like sending in another. No pressure either way though!

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The ball raged on, but Vio didn't pay it any mind. He could hear the orchestra, the crashing of feet dancing in time, and the laughter threading between it all, but only one thing had his attention at the moment. 

Shadow, a few inches taller than Vio, with hair just combed enough to be intentional and an expensive formal jacket, stood right in front of him. Vio could almost feel Shadow's breath, so close did he stand. Beneath his hands, the wood of the desk just behind him felt slick. 

"You're a hard man to pin down, Vio Knightson," Shadow said, dark eyes boring into him. 

Vio kept his composure, if just barely. "Not by design."

"It isn't difficult to find your brothers. One or the other of them is at every social event in the county, making connections and endearing themselves to everyone around them. I'd think there was something nefarious going on, especially if you almost never show your face."

"I don't tend to enjoy social events," Vio told him, as if that was news. "You know where we live."

Shadow smiled, and Vio had to take a conscious breath. "Yes, but to drop in unexpectedly? That wouldn't do. I'd be the one with potentially nefarious motives in that case."

"Are you sure your motives aren't nefarious, Shadow?" 

"You would obtain better answers if you asked yourself that question—are my motives nefarious? Do you find my actions reprehensible?" Shadow's fingers pressed into Vio's arm, and even that small contact sent Vio's thoughts spinning. 

He couldn't hear the ball anymore, though he could feel the floorboards trembling slightly under the weight of the dancers. His heart pounded in his chest, and he leaned back into the desk a bit more to raise one hand, which he used to touch the lapel of Shadow's jacket, left rather lasciviously unbuttoned. 

"No," Vio said, very quietly. "Quite the opposite, actually."

"Have you been avoiding me?" Shadow asked, sounding more petulant than seductive, now. "You've been in the city for weeks now, and I haven't seen you."

Vio felt himself smile, just a little. "No. Quite the opposite, actually."

"Don't tell me you've been looking for me. I've been looking for you. It's impossible that we missed each other by that much."

"Clearly, it was possible, because it's what happened. I've missed you. Now shut up and kiss me already."

Always happy to do more of Them :D excellent way to begin the day. (this is like 150 words, snack-sized)

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Vio doesn't think there would be any real consequences if the hinox found them, but his heart still pounds as it pauses behind the desk he and Shadow are squished under. His neck hurts a little from how it bends under the top. He can't see much in the darkness here, and he's all too aware of the small ways he's making contact with Shadow, squashed in there with him. Shadow's face is turning red with how hard he's trying to keep his giggling in. 

There's a single slip-up—Shadow lets out a quiet snort—and Vio's hand flies up to cover his mouth. He can feel the wide smile under his hand, and once the hinox moves on, heavy footsteps announcing its departure, Vio yanks the hand back. 

"Did you just lick me?!" he whispers. He theatrically wipes his hand on Shadow's tunic. 

Dude. Anon. You understood the assignment. This is an awesome pairing.

Anyway this is a conversation that could probably be read platonically or romantically, but it's fun. I could see these two working out, depending on your endgame portal ideas. They kind of have a lot in common if you spin it that way. ~450 words

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"I love looking at the sky here," Hyrule says, swinging his legs off the edge of the tower roof. Wild's castle is huge, and beautiful, and just right for climbing and looking out at everything. It's a lovely evening, dusky purple and slate blue creeping across the clear horizon. The others are down inside the castle, getting ready for the night. He snuck out to get a spare few seconds. 

"What makes you say that?" Flora asks. She settles next to him and turns her eyes skyward, too. "Is yours different?"

Hyrule laughs, because she has no idea. She'd be fascinated to see it, though. "My world's sky is always red. I think it has something to do with the volcanoes."

"Smoke and ash can turn the sky red," she says with a nod. "And from what you've told me about the volcanoes, I'd say that makes perfect sense. It doesn't bother your lungs?"

Hyrule shrugs. "I guess I'm used to it, so no. Flora"—he folds one leg under him to look at her straight-on, serious—"how are you doing?" 

She knows what he means. They spoke about it at length the first time they met. Like most other Zeldas, Flora has an incredible capacity for magic, but unlike most other Zeldas, she spent a century fighting a Ganon with brute-force light. She's very attuned to minute changes in magic, so of course she'd felt Hyrule's internal war. He's doing the same thing she did, after all, just on a smaller scale, inside his body. 

He also understands, now, that some of her research zeal comes from a fear of fading away. Her body isn't quite the same, anymore, something else he understands on a smaller scale. She still walks with a slight limp and, unrelated, is often as unaware of social convention as he is. It's endearing. 

Flora offers a tenuous smile. "I'm… better than a few months ago. It's slow progress but still progress. The castle is perhaps ninety-three percent free of Malice, now."

"That's great," he tells her sincerely. "We passed Castle Town on the way in, it looks like it's doing well."

"It is. I'm sure you know as well as anyone that the citizens of Hyrule are resilient and determined."

"We're survivors," he agrees, and they share a smile. 

"Do you know any constellations?" Flora asks after a moment, and Hyrule turns his eyes to the sky, where stars have begun to peek out. 

He's surprised to see most of the stars where he expects them to be. "I'll share a few, but only if you do, too." 

She laughs. "Gladly. Go on, I'm curious."