#I'll put this on ao3 when I can

[astral-the-space-traveler]

Okay, y'all. I present to you, my first ever fanfic. I did my best and I hope you like it :)

Zelink: Blessings from the Goddess:

(This story takes place about 6-8 months after the events of Tears of the Kingdom). Slight NSFW warning btw.

The sun was rising in Hateno Village. Its golden rays shone along the hillside bathing the morning in a warm, radiant light. Unfortunately for Zelda that light would shine directly into her face, waking her up from a very strange dream. She would sit up, hair falling over her face as she wiped her eyes.

That previous night Zelda was visited in her dreams. The visitor was someone very familiar to her, almost like a mirror. A tall woman with features nearly identical to her own, standing before her dressed in an elegant white robe. The woman said nothing but simply placed her hand on Zelda’s belly, a delighted expression firmly on her lips before the dream was ended by the morning light.

Needless to say the princess was filled with questions, none of which she knew the answer to. Realizing that she was getting nowhere she decided to get up and start her day. Meanwhile Link was downstairs, a tantalizing aroma could be smelled throughout the whole house.

The two of them had already grown quite a bit closer after the Great Calamity and that went triple for after her return post-upheaval. Fate brought them together through sacrifice but that time was finally over. The great evil that plagued Hyrule was finally eradicated once and for all. The time had finally come that the hero and the princess could truly come together in loving union.

“Good morning, Link. That smells wonderful, what are you making?” Zelda would sleepily ask, walking downstairs and peering into the kitchen where Link was quite busy frying a whole carton's worth of eggs.

“Good morning, prin-I mean good morning, Zelda. I'm making some omelets. Would you like one?” He stammered. He'd grown so accustomed to referring to her as simply the princess that he had to begin deliberately calling Zelda by her first name at her request. She would chuckle a bit, knowing that he was doing his best. Frankly she was happy that he had become significantly more talkative after his amnesiac period years ago.

“I would love one. Thank you, Link.” Zelda said, sitting at the table just as the hearty omelet was set before her. She didn't quite understand why but she felt a lot less hungry than usual, not only that but her stomach was feeling strange. She wanted to eat but her body seemingly wouldn't let her. She managed to eat a few bites before needing to excuse herself to vomit.

Meanwhile Link had already finished his omelet and was growing concerned, both for Zelda’s wellbeing and less importantly, for his cooking skills. Zelda would return about ten minutes later, a sickly expression on her face. Link took notice of this immediately, nearly leaping out of his seat to see what was happening.

“Zelda! Are you alright? Was it the eggs? Goddess, I'm so sorry!” He would ask apologetically as he wrapped her in a hug which she returned in kind. The princess herself didn't know what was happening but she was sure that it wasn't the food as Link was diligent on all food related matters.

“No, no. I'm alright. I just need to sit down. Save the eggs for later, okay?” She would ease herself back onto her chair, her head spinning slightly. “I know it's not because of food, at least.”

Link meanwhile, did as the princess asked and stuck her plate in the cold box before returning to her side with a glass of water and a towel. “That's good at least but I'm concerned. Should we see a physician in town? I can carry you if you can't walk.” He said with a genuinely worried tone. This was the first time the princess had even been sick like this around him.

“No. I don't think that will be necessary. I just need some rest and-” before she could finish, Zelda would shoot up out of the chair and bolt out the door to vomit again out the back door. “On second thought, seeing someone wouldn't be a bad idea but the physician in town is a quack so I don't know.”

“Doesn't Purah's lab have exam equipment? Maybe she would know something?” He asked as he took off his tunic to give to the princess as her shirt had yesterday's lunch on it. “I'll wash that later. Hope this fits.” He said, handing the tunic to Zelda.

“O-Oh, I have a few more clean shirts but thank you. I will go see Purah though, it seems like the only option.” Zelda picked up the Purah Pad on the table, setting warp coordinates for Lookout Landing. “Are you coming?” She asked as Link placed his hand on her shoulder both to provide his answer and so he would warp with her. Blue light enveloped them both before their view shifted to the sprawling settlement before them.

“Good, we made it. No complications this time.” Zelda remarked, bracing herself for what was to come. She liked Purah for sure but she could be a handful, especially her ego. However before she could think to do so, Link had already knocked on the front door of the Lab followed soon after by the sound of crashing and a small “boom”. The door opened and a slender woman in goggles stepped forward.

Purah stepped outside to greet the two of them..“Oh, Linky? And the princess as well? What a surprise, I didn't expect you two to be such early birds. Is something the matter?” she asked, glancing over at the princess's nauseous expression.

“She's sick! Please help her.” Link pleaded. He didn't know what was going on but he knew it was serious enough to be worried and frankly he was terrified of the thought of something happening to the princess again. Meanwhile Zelda just nodded at Purah.

“Oh my, this does sound serious. I'm no Great Fairy but I may be able to help. Come inside and I'll take a look. My new Purah Pad might have just the thing we need. An examination rune! Tells you everything you need to know with a simple “snap!” Purah said, beaming with a sense of accomplishment.

“Linky, you wait here. This is private. Maybe Symin needs some help, be a dear and check would you? We'll come find you soon enough” Purah would ask, motioning for him to head over to Lookout Tower while the exam took place. Link nodded in acknowledgement before giving Zelda a quick kiss on the cheek and heading off.

“Now come on, princess. Let's see what's going on with you.” Purah said, ushering Zelda inside and onto a nearby chair. “This shouldn't take long, just hold still and let me see if this works.”

“Yes, of course. Thank you, Purah.” Zelda would do her best to make herself comfortable as Purah fiddled with her new pad, cycling through various functions before arriving at the desired examination rune. A blue light emitted from the back, feeding information to the display. Shining the light over the princess, Purah gasped at what she saw, nearly dropping the pad.

“What's wrong?! Did something happen? What did you see?!” Zelda asked frantically, now worried about the seriousness of her illness. Staring up, she met Purah’s gaze. Her expression was one of bewilderment but also a sense of relief at the truth of the situation. She would give the princess a soft smile and placed her hand on her stomach.

“You mean I'm…oh sweet Hylia, how could I be so oblivious. I suppose it was bound to happen eventually.” Zelda would clutch her belly, her mind racing with more emotions than she could handle at once. She felt tears run down her cheeks as Purah wrapped her in a hug.

“So you and Link, you've been…” she made a dirty gesture with her hands to save her the embarrassment to which Zelda nodded. “...yes, frankly we haven't been able to stop ourselves. We just start touching and everything gets all hot and he starts to…aagh!” she began to fluster herself with memories of nights past with her beloved to which Purah laughed.

“No need to be embarrassed, princess. This is perfectly natural, you know. I may not look like it but I have a century's worth of stories of my own so you don't need to worry.” She continued to laugh as she set her pad back on the table and pulled up a chair in front of Zelda.

“You love him, don't you? He's a good man, I'm sure he'll be just fine.” She snickered, awaiting a response from the princess. She hesitated, stumbling on her words. “Of course I do! More than anything!” Her face turned red as she blurted out her answer, burying her face in her hands right after.

“If that's the case then I think you'll do splendidly. Now come on, we'll run and grab a few potions for your morning sickness and go find Linky.” Purah said, helping Zelda out of her chair and to her feet.

“Thank you, Purah. For everything.” Zelda said with a soft yet sincere tone. Purah was glad to be able to help the princess and would do everything she could for her. “Don't worry about it, it's the least I can do. Now come on, let's get out of here.” she replied to which the princess obliged.

About an hour later Purah and the princess would spot Link being fired out of the top of Lookout Tower though neither of them could tell if it was for land surveying or if he just asked Symin to do it because it was fun. They both waved to him to get his attention as he was landing and he nearly sprinted to them as soon as he did.

“Zelda! Thank Hylia, I was worried. What's going on, are you going to be okay?” Link asked, looking at the princess, now rejuvenated thanks to a potion drank minutes earlier. “Y-Yes, I'm alright I just…well…I'll tell you later. Come on, we have to go.” Zelda replied. Her words confused Link but he was relieved to hear she was okay.

“Yes, of course. Where are we headed?” He asked, mentally preparing for how they would reach their destination. Meanwhile Purah had already left with a wave, knowing full well that her job was done and that the two of them had some catching up to do.

“Satori Mountain.” Zelda replied succinctly, refusing to elaborate further. Link could tell this wasn't a typical journey so he decided to go along without questioning her. He nodded and the two of them set off southwest for the mountains.

By the time they arrived at the mountainside stable the sun was already near setting so they needed to hurry up the summit. Thankfully the mountain path was an easy journey and the two of them finally stopped to sit under a sakura bloom at the peak. Night had fallen and all that illuminated the night sky was the moon, a galaxy's worth of stars and the occasional bluepee on the ridge below.

They stared out at the night, encapsulated by the view. Both Link and especially Zelda were exhausted from the journey, leaning on one another to prevent each other from slumping over. The entire time Zelda was racking her brain, thinking of how she was going to tell him. After all, it was the whole reason they came out here in the first place. After about half an hour of silence Zelda finally spoke.

“Link. I need to tell you something.” She leaned forward to look at him as he stared back, eyes full of anticipation meanwhile hers will filled with anxiety about how Link would react. Deciding to throw caution to the wind she let it all out at once.

“I'm…I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant and I know that it's your child, Link. I just…I just hope you don't hate me now. It's my fault for refusing contraception, I should've-” she was interrupted by a sudden and passionate kiss. Link's arms wrapped around her in a gentle embrace, she could feel teardrops falling onto her shoulder.

“I could never hate you, Zelda. Never.” He clung to her just as she clung to him, their touch keeping each other stable. “I need to take responsibility too so don't blame yourself, okay.” He pecked her on the cheek before wiping his own. A tear filled smile ran across his face. “There's no one I'd rather be a father with than you, Zelda. I promise you I'll be there every step of the way.”

His words triggered something in Zelda, like a flood of relief washed over her all at once. She let out a sob and buried her head in his tunic. “I'm so happy to hear you say that, Link. I was so scared. I am still so scared. What if I'm a bad mom?” She ran through all her hypotheticals, meanwhile Link waited until she was finished before giving her another kiss.

“I know you'll do great, now let's stop worrying for now. We can cross that bridge when that day comes.” He caressed her face gently, wiping her eyes as well as looking into them. “Tell you what, how about we spend the night up here. It's a clear night and no one will bother us up here.”

The princess smiled and pulled Link into another embrace. “I would like that.” She looked back up at him, her eyes filled with a certain hunger that only could be satisfied by her beloved. “Besides, even if the Purah Pad says I'm pregnant, I just wanna be 100% sure. I'm sure you understand.” She winked to which Link gave a chuckle.

“Oh yeah, and how should we do that?” He asked, slowly removing his tunic, to which Zelda responded by doing the same. The moonlight shining on their skin as they looked at one another. Zelda began to run her fingers down his body, finding their way to exactly where she wanted them.

“I have a few ideas, also I'm keeping this. It's comfy.” Zelda laughed as she lost another layer as Link followed suit, setting his boots next to hers and their clothes in his bag. They gazed at one another for a while before pouncing on one another, the two of them unashamed and filled with the deepest of loves.

Hours passed and the sun rose once again and once again. However this time it was Link who was woken up by the light. The two of them fell asleep entangled with one another and he refused to break away from that, though one thought kept running through his mind.

Why did Zelda look so much like the woman who simply smiled at him in his dreams? He didn't know, but he was content with that because he knew everything he needed was right here in his arms. Nothing would ever separate them again. They would build a new life together filled with prosperity and joy. A blessing from the Goddess they had received and neither of them would ever take it for granted.

[erinwantstowrite]

Hihi! Will Itsy-Bitsy be on Ao3?? Please say yes I’m out here BAWLING over the small crumbs you gave us

hopefully at some point! i have to actually get around to finishing it so I don't leave everyone hanging when i do post it

[f-imaginings]

hai!!!!

i know you've already confirmed doing minor what ifs, but have you ever planned or thought of doing a longer one for a happy ending?

(im sorry for asking but these two make me mentally ill in the best way posible. )

The what ifs will be pretty well sized so hopefully they'll scratch the itch for y'all. My goal with the ending is also to make it kind of optimistic to empower other folks who want to write fanfic to give it a shot and make their own content too. I just love the idea of being able to make a positive impact with this story and to embolden others to let their own creativity run free. Plus I'd be cheering if there was a list of "works inspired by" that could sit at the end of the story when it's finished. That way the story (that a lot of people seem to really dig) can live on in everyone's interpretations of it!

[fluxweeed]

hey. hope this message doesn't bother you. I love you. I love your work. you are one of my favorite fic authors, I am absolutely obsessed with everything you write. reread everything ten times over, drarry or not, fluffy or angsty - even when it absolutely shatters my heart (e.g. for lack of wanting, SUCH a great fic btw i'm so obsessed with it). the four doors? life changing. two to lie and one to listen? engraved into my brain for eternity. what's mine is yours? what a ride holy shit, im VERY normal about it. wrapped? my comfort read. and so it goes.

if I could aggressively smother you with kudos and love I WOULD!!!

awhile ago you said that there's no such thing as "big deals" in fandom and I 100% agree but at the same time you are a big deal TO ME!!! not in the sense of any kind of hierarchy but purely based on the fact that I think you are such a cool person and your writing is amazing and poignant and your presence in fandom makes it so much better. it's been a pleasure following you here on tumblr and just reading your tags and posts.

idk I just think you rule. that's it. thank you for hanging with us. MWAH 💛

ahhhh anon sorry for leaving this message sitting in my inbox for a couple of days but !! i have zero idea how to react to this!! you're so kind!! thank you!! please discard any and all inclinations u have that i am a cool person bc i can assure you i am NOT!!

[bisaster-energy]

im not even done my current kuwameshi fic and im already getting ideas about new ones...

[soliusss]

No way the ao3 ddos attack could last for weeks....I should speedrun a new fic to post when it gets back up

[princekirijo]

Alright in light of all this Tumblr's gonna die AGAIN as I said in the tags of that post I'm willing to give my discord to mutuals who wanna keep in touch and after that I might do something with my Instagram but who knows.

Not gonna delete this blog or stop posting any time soon but it's just a backup/worst case scenario prep

[bandtrees]

every day tttaac gets closer. im normal. im so normal. im ssosoooo normal.

[ereborne]

WIP ask game: "backflip, faceplant", please! (also what's your ao3 handle? if you got one/don't mind/other)

Backflip, faceplant!  Of all of these working titles, this is the one I think might work best as an actual title.  It’s fun to say—imagine me tilting my head one way and then the other as I say it—and more importantly it doesn’t require a full six-degrees-of-kevin-bacon word association game to make sense to a viewer outside my head:  it’s what happens in the first scene of the fic.   

Essentially, this is my Dick Grayson character exploration, turned sort of emotional fix-it.  Dick gets kicked around so consistently in canon that he often doesn’t actually have the opportunity to live up to the Eldest Daughter characterization fandom loves to give him, and I am in the fashion of comics fans everywhere creating my own timeline mishmash to allow for a different outcome. 

What if before Jason died, Dick had managed to carve out a little space separate from his anger with Bruce, for the foundations of the brotherly relationship we all want them to have?  What if the first time he laid eyes on Tim, Dick turned a piece of his grief for Jason into determination to grow an even better brotherly relationship with him?  And what if Dick’s choice to grow those relationships had knock-on effects all the way down the line? 

Featuring such highlights as:  Tim and Babs conspiring to make sure Dick is never without backup in Bludhaven, professionally emotionally and otherwise; brain-scrambled Jason still pretty much autopilot adopting Damian in Nanda Parbat because when a kid falls over in front of you, you pick them the fuck up; ongoing ‘who can spill punch on the worst gala guest’ competitions between the Foxes and Waynes (surprise winner Kate Kane); the Titans and the Teen Titans and Timmy’s Weirdass Friends Too all working together better and more often; me rejecting p much everything New 52 except Strix, Strix can stay; a gargoyle with Dick Grayson’s perfect butt being commissioned for the Gotham Belltower as a loving and heartfelt tribute to everybody’s best big brother. 

I’m just writing whatever nonsense makes me happy with no regard to pacing, so it's gotten pretty sprawling—past sprawling, really, probably if I were going to post it up, I'd have the main story as one work and then a second work with multiple chapters of excerpted scenes—but it’s emotionally rewarding and an excellent thought exercise for me trying to decide what parts of DC’s bonkers-ass timeline(s) I think are important. 

Crime Alley natives only respond well to respect, and they never feel comfortable unless they’ve got the advantage.  Dick settles at the edge of the mat, dropping into an easy flat-footed squat, eye-level with the kid.  The kid immediately stands up from his crouch, and Dick doesn’t smirk, just tilts his head up to keep meeting his eyes.  “That was a good tumble.”  The kid’s looking for a lie, but he won’t find one.  He’d landed on his face in the end, sure, but he’d fallen well.  “You’ve got good balance, got reach—great instincts, which is more important.  Once you get the footwork down, you’ll be set.”  Dick, looking up into those suspicious eyes, realizes as he says it exactly how true it is.  It’ll be tricky, walking the line between Crime Alley and Bruce’s particular brand of do-goodery, but once the kid gets his feet underneath him, he’ll be amazing.  Well.  Nothing else for it, really.  There’s nobody better at finding a tricky balance point than Dick.  “Here, let me show you.”

[suna1suna1]

Did anyone ask for a Whispangle one-shot for my H&P au set during the chaos of the first part?

No

Am I writing one anyway bc I have brainrot for both of them?

Yes

[erinwantstowrite]

Speaking of your new and improved canon: what is the story behind Tony being somewhat chill with Bucky? Is he actually?

started writing LoF when i was being nostalgic for 2012 where the Avengers Tower fics were at its height of writing so in my world there is no divorce arc. I have no idea how to elaborate on that other than Tony having Peter around changed shit up because having a kid changes your world perspective a lot

[zjofierose]

because i am a crazy person and also procrastinating, i have begun the process of moving my WIP spreadsheet from google sheets into Notion. it's got 19 columns, hundreds of rows, and is color coded. but it's so satisfying!

[seventh-district]

wow!!! nothing better than watching your AO3 subscribers stat go down every time you post a new chapter of your current fic!!!

[daisychainsandbowties]

page 2 of 68!?!? ava really can talk huh

but fr literally cannot wait for next chap, actively salivating

i didn't think it was possible for me to love ava silva more than i did already, but writing almost 40,000 words of her voice in about 14 days !!! it takes a certain kind of character to drag that many words out of me. i had outlined a 10k chapter because i didn't think i COULD write in ava's voice, but i hope i've captured a little piece of her in this.

the support for this fic has me crying in the club so thank you!!

[collegeboysam]

I need u to stop playing with me fr saying u need others to cook assad rpf because i have read all ur 10+ j2 rpf fics for supernatural so what's the holdup for iwtv? YOU do the cooking chef

ADASFSDFSDGDHDHFGFHFGHFG 😭😭😭😭

I'm sorry my liege! I'll get to it!

[gloomwitchwrites]

141 with a partner who likes to bite

Okay, anon. I'll be honest. When I read this prompt, I immediately thought of "cute aggression." Not sure if that is what you meant or if you meant something else, but that's what I went with. Kinda. There are some more suggestive undertones in a few of these. I had a lot of fun with this one. Thank you so much for sending it in!

Presented in four double drabbles.

For the masterlist and how to submit your own request, click HERE

Task Force 141 x Reader (can be read as gn!reader)

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, biting, cute aggression, established relationship, teasing, flirting, suggestive themes

Word Count: 800

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist

John Price

"Are you teething?” asks John. “Do I need to get you a pacifier?"

John sounds annoyed, but you know that he isn’t. Not really. He happily puts up with your shenanigans.

"Can't help it,” you reply, showing your teeth. “You're too tempting."

The two of you are curled up in bed. He’s trying to read. And you’re trying to annoy him. When John is shirtless and reclined in bed, you have a clear view of his muscles. The temptation is always there, and it’s a pull you can’t resist. The aggression isn’t violent. It’s just overwhelming.

Clearly not liking your answer, John grunts. He tosses his book aside, uncaring of losing his place. One moment you’re next to him, and the next you’re fully on your back, trapped beneath his weight.

Giggling, you playfully shove at him, but there is no intention to escape from him. It’s not like you could break out of his grasp if you tried. He is warm and taut. A weighted blanket. This is what you wanted all along. To be beneath him.

"Stop."

He nips at your throat.

"Fucking."

Then he nips at your shoulder.

"Biting."

Finally, John nips at your upper arm.

"Me."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

"Someone's going to think you're abusing me."

You grimace, even though Kyle’s tone is teasing and not at all upset. His arm and neck are peppered with small teeth marks. Most of them look like random little indents in the skin while others appear to be in the beginnings of bruising.

“I might have used excessive force,” you murmur, thumbing one of the marks.

Sometimes you can’t help yourself. The need to do it is overwhelming. Most times, you shake it off.

Kyle grins. “I like them. They’re little reminders.”

You laugh. “Oh yeah? Reminders of what?”

Kyle leans in, hand sliding up your back to grasp the nape of your neck. Pulling you close, Kyle lowers his voice. It’s all sultry smoothness.

"Of how many times I can make you come,” he coos.

“Kyle!” You lightly smack his chest, face heating as his gaze softens.

He shrugs. “You also just like to bite me.”

“Can’t help it,” you mutter.

“You’re like one of those small dogs,” he teases.

You roll your eyes. “Don’t you dare,” you scold.

“Adorable. Sweet at first glance.”

“Kyle.”

“Mean bite.”

“I swear to God, Kyle.”

“A—”

You place your hand over his mouth.

John "Soap" MacTavish

With Johnny as your bed, you spread yourself over him, head resting against his right pectoral. A rugby game is on. Johnny’s completely focused on the television as the two teams move about the field like small insects.

Johnny’s large, muscled arms are draped over your back, but his left bicep is dangerously close to your face. Every vein is pronounced. Tempting. You want to trace them with your tongue.

A naughty little urge creeps in. Makes itself known. Slithers around your brain to whisper that you should.

What’s one little bite?

It won’t hurt.

Like an itch that needs to be scratched, you lean forward, lightly chomping down on Johnny’s arm. The urge settles, the neurons in your brain content and happy.

Startled, Johnny jerks. Then, he laughs, arms tightening around you.

One second, you’re in full cuteness aggression. The next, Johnny is rolling you over, trapping you beneath him against the couch. Instead of you biting him, it’s Johnny biting you.

You shriek playfully, but he continues to nibble.

“Let me go,” you laugh. Smacking at him does nothing.

“You little goblin,” he mutters, dragging you off the couch and hauling you toward the bedroom, rugby match forgotten.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon wears only a thin, black shirt, leaving his arms bare. Your mouth waters at the sight of the protruding veins and taut muscles. The urge to touch and taste is overwhelming. It burns bright and hot beneath your skin.

"What are you looking at?" asks Simon without looking away from the menu board on the far wall.

“Nothing,” you reply instantly, glancing away like you weren’t thinking about his muscles.

A few seconds pass, and then you slip an arm between his, clinging to Simon. He doesn’t react. The menu board has his full attention. Simon is more worried about filling his stomach.

Turning your face into his arm, the urge to bite down—to unleash the aggression—wells inside you like a tsunami. At first, you resist, reminding yourself that you are in public and this behavior is inappropriate.

But you lose.

Your mouth starts to open, teeth poised to lightly bite.

“My arm isn’t a chew toy,” says Simon out of the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't bite," you mutter.

Simon slips his arm out of your grasp and then drapes it over your shoulders.

He leans in close. "You can bite me all over later."

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