#coffee drabbles

[carriedreamerxx]

30 prompt writing challenge : Romance

Prompt 1: "Holding Hands"

Fandom: Legend of Zelda - Tears of the Kingdom

Pairing: Zelink

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Holding Hands 

"I don't believe it! Is that what I think it is- it is! Where is my camera- Link come on!"

Please be careful. 

He swallows back the instinctual wince as once again his Princess goes bounding over to another stone wall, to another great discovery and starts taking pictures wildly. 

His smile is ever constant. His duty remains clear. Even after all this time, Link of Hateno knows he is the Princess of Hyrule long past' s sworn champion and protector. 

Always. 

"Link are you seeing this?!" She gushes and again just barely avoids tripping over another damned piece of rubble that dares impugn her way from her discovery. 

He nods. He looks with some interest but he must remain alert. 

There is…. Evil here. 

The Gloom has begun seeping through the land and causing a plague of 'unknown cause and origin according to the doctors(!)'

Oh aye- unknown- ha! It doesn't take a wise sage to see the two are connected and had those fools listened to Link's Princess in the first place then maybe-! 

…. He is doing it again. Hyrule of now doesn't know- they don't remember - why even the Calamity that broke free and threatened to engulf the world into darkness a scant five years ago… 

It is now remembered as only a large…storm. A storm and… yes Lady Impa was right in that. Causing a panic would have done nothing. Best only for the Princess Zelda's miraculous return to be….a foregone conclusion after Link had stormed the castle and carried her out himself like anything from any wee child's story. 

Carried her? Ha. This Princess would never allow such a thing- Link would love to sweep her up right now in fact and carry her out of this damned tomb and far away from here before he comes back in, weapons in hand and purges it of whatever evil stain left over from the calamity has dared survive the destruction of its master. 

Then he will take the Princess by the hand, apologize for his crude behavior, be laughed at no doubt for his at least attempting the deference due to her and then….then she can take all the pictures of whatever stones she wants! 

Just.....

Please be careful my princess… 

"Link are you coming?" She is at the entryway to another crumbled door. Far away from him. The blade hums a scolding whisper and he snaps back to attention. 

"Aye, hold on Princess-." 

"Link. What is my name?" 

He stiffens but the tone is not playful but stern. Her eyes blaze with a righteous indignation. 

"Princess-." 

"No." 

"My lady-." 

"Link! My name!" 

He is beaten. She is after all greatest foe in all the land. His hand is seized and his heart skips a beat despite the foolishness of it. 

"....Zelda. Are you happy now?" 

Her eyes narrow, "For now, now come on we must investigate this Gloom once and for all!" 

She leads the way, pulling him behind her down these ancient worn steps as the crimson fog of sentient despair increases around them, deeper…deeper into the depths of Hyrule Castle… 

He tightens his grip with a stern look of his own.

"Watch your footing… Zelda, it's… dangerous we mustn't have you fall."

"You'd catch me wouldn't you Link?" Her voice is mirthful even as the ominous crack of crumbling stair echoes and he immediately steadies her. 

Her eyes are wide as she looks down at the churning darkness underneath them. Her cheeks are flushed and her grip on him has tightened. 

His own chest is tight again, his aged tunic is… worn even with the leather guards lent to him, he really does need a new one. Perhaps after this he'll go to the clothing shop and request some repairs but for now… 

" You would catch me right?" She whispers again and the Hero finally turns to her fully,

 "Always Zelda." 

Fin

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Well he does eventually 🥲

My brain is mush for these two. Don't mind me. 

And yes I give Link a slight northern European drawl - with a wee bit of a Scottish brr as his voice. He's from a northern mountain farming village after all.  Don't ask me why it just happens sometimes lol 

[jiveammunition]

Mc76 for sewerssquid

As requested, some 150 word Mc76 drabbles for @sewerssquid! Thank you for the coffee donations!

If you would like some drabbles written, please feel free to donate to my ko-fi!

1.

Jacket-and-tie restaurants didn't much suit Jesse, and truth be told, they didn't suit Jack much either.

“Something wrong?” Jesse asked, clearly concerned.

Wordlessly, Jack got up from his seat. He took Jesse by the hand, tugged him out of the chair, and lead him out of the restaurant. Jesse followed without so much as a protest.

The second they were clear of the restaurant doors, Jesse turned to Jack and asked, "You're not cancelling our date, are you?”

Jack shook his head and laughed, moving to reassure Jesse with a kiss. “Nah, just wanted to go somewhere that wasn't so... stiff,” he replied.

“But…”

“And as long as you're here, I'm happy.”

At that, Jesse's face lit up, and he kissed Jack in response. “Aw, sugar,” he cooed as he pulled away, “I'm the same way.”

“You up for pancakes instead, then?”

“Absolutely,” Jesse replied, leaning in for another kiss.

2.

Jesse woke up with his throat feeling like he'd gargled gravel, run over by a train, and his head had been split open with how painful his headache was. For a moment, the unfamiliar motel bed made him wonder what had happened the night prior, but the bandages wrapped around his torso and pan of bullet shards on the nightstand told him all he needed to know.

“Finally awake, are you?” an eerily familiar voice asked.

Jesse nearly felt his heart stop in his chest. He'd recognize that voice anywhere; he'd missed it terribly, grieving and mourning for days when he'd first read the news about the Zurich explosion.

“ Jack ?!” he gasped, unable to believe his own eyes. Without thinking, Jesse rushed out of the bed and pulled the other man into a bone-crushing embrace. Jack didn't didn't so much as flinch, and hugged him back.

“I missed you too.”

3.

“Is something wrong, McCree?” Jack asked, not so much as even glancing up from his holo-display as he took a sip of coffee. Jesse didn’t think he had been that obvious with his occasional staring, and winced as if he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Those blue eyes met with his, and Jesse felt compelled to answer.

“It’s nothing!” he replied, almost too quickly to be believed. He cleared his throat, and tried to collect himself. “I mean- Well, it’s just that… that’s my coffee you’re drinking, sir.” He gestured to the cactus print on the side of the mug.

“Oh, is it? I hadn’t noticed. My mistake,” Jack replied, smiling. Jesse did his best not to think too hard on the fact that he had been drinking from the very same cup, and that Jack drinking from it was something akin to an indirect kiss.

[pathofcoffee]

I hold myself together with craft tape, and I sew patches over my wounds. I paint trees and stars over my bruises and scars. I hum songs of wonder and laughter past the ache in my throat. I write words that are kind, that make people feel safe. Because I want my pain to be more than the thing that eats at me.

So I make myself I living tapestry of all I love and want to see.

[tictocrabbit]

Coffee Drabbles

Pairing: BruceDick

A pair of drabbles set in my barista au

(1)

The morning brought the warm smells of coffee, pulling Bruce from the grasps of sleep. Bleary eyed, and unshaven, Bruce followed the smell on instinct. He wasn't surprised to see Dick up and early in the kitchen.

Bruce's usual order set out on the counter for him, hot and inviting.

"Morning, sleepy." Dick smiled. "Have a cup of joe, on me." he winked.

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(2)

Dick associates the smell of coffee with broad shoulders, blue eyes,and a subtle, light cologne, or aftershave. He usually likes his coffee with lots of cream and sugar, turning the dark surface into a light creamy brown. But nowadays, he found that he was beginning to like his coffee dark, with a splash of cream. Hard and bitter. Such a contrast. But it told him a lot about the man he was sure he was head-over-heels for.