#twark

-totally not Dark

Twilight is definitely the furriest member of the household. He has a healthy amount of chest hair and a neat little line down his stomach. He could stand to shave twice a day, too.

(Is this the worst title I’ve ever made? Yes.) Twark snippet 🖤💚

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The lowrider with the constantly changing plates was back. Dark wasn’t sure when the car had reappeared in its usual spot but he made his move the moment he’d noticed it. He’d already wasted enough time and he was not willing to wait another minute. So at eight in the morning on a Sunday, he pounded on his neighbors door, expression already appropriately mirthful.

“Wakey wakey!” He sung at the door, “I need to talk to you! So get up and come to the door, asshole!”

After nearly a full minute of knocking like an overeager policeman the click of a lock stopped Dark. With his hand still in the air the door swung inward, revealing a figure cloaked in the darkness of his own apartment.

“Mmmnnn?”

Shadows' frame leaned heavily on his own door, hair a ruffled mess of a birdnest. He was half dressed in pajamas, as if he’d just given up halfway and thrown himself into bed with his jeans and socks still on. His eyes, unprotected by his usual shades, are shut against the bright fluorescents of the hallway. It’s a very inefficient and potentially dangerous way to answer a door.

But convenient if you’re Dark. “Oh good! You’re half asleep. This makes it much easier!”

Dark slipped into the apartment through the gap, patting Shadow on the back lightly as he passed. “Thanks for inviting me in, buddy. I just gotta borrow something. I’ll pay you back later, ‘kay?”

Shadow shuts the door and the apartment goes dark. He makes some unintelligible noises and shuffles back to his bedroom, face planting back into his bedsheets. He goes still, breathing evening out in sleep.

Dark smiles. He’ll take that as permission.

Dark gleefully swipes the wallet from the kitchen counter and makes his escape, waving over his shoulder at his unconscious friend. “Thanks a million, pal!”

The door shuts and Dark retreats to his own apartment, smiling at all his new credit cards.

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Dark scrolled through the camera roll. He traced the curves and contours of the nude body on his screen, biting his lip in appreciation. The way the photos were taken invoked an almost bashful aura, the mans face always obscured or turned away. Inexperienced with showing off his impressive body, the man still managed to capture a surprising amount of masculinity and power in the way he flexed and stretched.

Also, holy shit - that ass. Premium membership was so, so fucking worth it.

Dark grinned as he scrolled onto a picture that showed off Twi’s impressive backside. Yup, that’s going on his home screen.

Someone pounded on his door.

“Hey asshole! I know you're in there! Gimme back my wallet!”

“Well, look who’s up.” Dark crows. He saves the picture and snatches up the leather wallet from his bedside. He opens his front door only to be met by an angry punch to his shoulder. If Shadow was any bigger than an average pre-pubescent teen it might have even hurt.

Dark grins down at his friend. “Is that any way to greet a friend?”

Shadow snatches his wallet from Dark’s pants, quick as a whip. “You better not have spent all my money, dickhead.”

“Oh no,” Dark cries mundanely, rolling his eyes. “Goddess forbid I max out Kingsley Max’s credit card. I didn’t know you changed your name.”

Shadow pushes past the bigger man. “It’s the principle of things.”

“You don’t have any principles.”

“Shut up.” Shadow said. He tucked his wallet back into his pocket after checking the contents to make sure everything was in there. “Why the hell did you even need my card? You have your own. Did you lose it all in your liver or something?”

“Nah. I just needed to be untraceable.” Dark shrugs. He walks to the kitchen and takes out a beer. He offers on to Shadow, who takes his peace offering.

Shadow tilts his head so his shades dip low enough to make eye contact with Dark. “You doing something shady?”

“Maybe.”

“Good. I’d hate to lose money on something lame.”

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31. Neck kisses For Twark?

Thank you for the ask, Lolabearwrites! You may have kinda stumbled upon one of my most favourite ships and a prompt I’m smitten for, so hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing it! I could have kept on and on writing for this and I may have to revisit this thought in the future. For now, enjoy some Twark (DarkLight) neck kisses, below the cut for hint of spice.

could be considered a part 2 of this drawing

I hate having to draw all those tattoos but it's worth it for ✨them✨

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Link/Link (Legend of Zelda), Dark Link/Link (Legend of Zelda), Twilight/Dark Characters: Twilight - Character, Dark Link, Link (Legend of Zelda), Time - Character, Ghirahim (Legend of Zelda), Four (Linked Universe) Additional Tags: Romance, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Yeah i made dark fluffy, what about it, hsh townhouse, Townhouse AU, Linked Universe (Legend of Zelda), Car Accidents, Idiots in Love, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Depression, References to Depression, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Self-Harm Summary:

Dark expected many things in his life.

From his landlord bothering him to stop playing loud music at night, to Impa showing up to lock him away again, he was prepared for a lot of things to happen at random. Even for Time to show up to punch his face in for no reason? That had recently made the list. But his handsome barkeeper stopping by with a packed bag and a pained expression?

Do you think we will ever get a fic where the baddies grab twi and the dual fury of dark and time rains down on them?

Cause I do think time would come down hard on whoever hurts his favorite nephew (looking at u hsh finale)

So curious whether this is the same anon or not.

Yes, I do think we'll get a fic like that. I abandoned the following scene from the Whumptober 2024 collection because my brain ran out of juice, but I believe it will come back for a theoretical next large HSH installment if I ever am able to finish The Brave.

CW for graphic description of injury.

And for Ghirahim. They deserve their own CW.