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[rosemirmir]

21 kiss requests with...ankh/eiji?

I went with: A kiss to the back of the hand! (Ask Game)

There was something very special about holding Ankh’s Greeed hand to Eiji. To him, it was if he was holding all of Ankh— his very being enveloped in the warmth of his hands. Eiji was always delicate whenever handling that arm as a whole because of this.

They sat on a rooftop. A sunset laid over top them, coloring the town they had traveled to in warm tones. It was a beautiful sight. And getting to experience picture-perfect moments like this with Ankh now made them even better.

With a soft smile, Eiji gently picked up Ankh’s Greeed hand and pressed his lips to it. Ankh’s face contorted in confusion at every step, his neck pushed out forwards just like the birds he was created in the image of.

Though he didn’t pull his hand away. A sign to Eiji that he must have enjoyed it to at least some extent.

Ankh’s eyebrow was still arched. “What was that for?”

“I just wanted to.” Eiji’s dimples showed themselves in full as he smiled.

Ankh moved his gaze back out to the sky, “You keep wanting things now.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, idiot.” Ankh looked back to Eiji. “…That’s a good thing.”

Eiji felt something stir within him as Ankh said that. He remembered vividly how he was before Ankh entered his life. Someone void of wanting anything, and ready to sacrifice himself at any notice to protect and help others.

Somewhere along the way after they crossed paths, when Ankh gave Eiji the power of Os, Ankh’s greediness rubbed off on him.

Looking back on it all, Eiji was grateful for that. Because that greed changed him for the better.

Eiji placed a kiss on Ankh’s hand once more. “Thank you.”

Ankh’s head tilted, he was visibly confused again. “Huh? For what?”

“Everything.”

Ankh could feel how genuine his words were, and that made countless emotions bubble up inside of him too.

Instead of trying to say something, he let his actions do the talking for him as he gave Eiji a kiss.

[rosemirmir]

A bit of an Kamen Rider OOO Ankh/Eiji WIP from over a year ago:

A heat wave was going through Japan this week, and today it was absolutely killer in comparison to the past few days. The open window and box fan provided from Chiyoko did help alleviate things, but the current situation was still far from ideal. Eiji stared at the ceiling, bored out of his mind. Weakly fanning himself with a paper fan acquired from one of his many travels. The path from the fan blew air onto him, but despite that he felt as if he were going to melt into a puddle. He’s dealt with heat before, traveling countless miles of deserts. But the humidity today was at levels nobody was prepared for. Ankh on the other hand, was sitting in the rocking chair across from Eiji’s bed. One leg bent onto the chair, Ice cream propped in his mouth as he scrolled through his iPhone. With an expression that would be best described as a cocktail of boredom and frustration. Being in a human body like this in comparison made Ankh feel the heat with a level of intensity he had never experienced before. It was so much. Too much. Thankfully he had ice cream, and was close to the box fan. Feeling the cool breeze pushing against his side as it blew into the room. It could have been much worse, he could be drenched in sweat…

Six years ago while I was driving to work, I came up with a hashtag game for fic writers. And somehow here we are!

To celebrate, instead of Word Game Wednesday, we're going to play our namesake: the original #ficwip

how to play

Share an excerpt from any WIP

All fandoms & ships are welcome

Disclose the fandom & all ships mentioned

Give a head's up about sensitive content

If you make a new post, tag it #ficwip so we can find it!

Then go read some excerpts from other authors. Give each other some love and encouragement!

[citrusella-flugpucker]

I published a new TOTK oneshot last night!

Surely there have been no pieces of Zelda news in the last 24 hours that could result in this being lost in the sea of the Tumblr tags! *checks tag*

...Anyway.

Character Profiles

Link: Protector of Hyrule Wielder of the Sword That Seals the Darkness. He nearly sacrificed his life to protect Zelda 100 years ago and spent a century in the Shrine of Resurrection, losing his memory in the process. He's more likely to give help than to ask for it... but he's getting better at letting people in. Or: Cornered by Purah, Link admits some things about himself he hasn't been open with since he woke up six years ago.

This started as me finally working on an idea I had about Purah discovering Link making "character profiles" and then it turned into like six other things that I stapled together with a plausible explanation.

Enjoy? XD I know I enjoyed writing it.

[love-toxin]

twilight princess link u are my forever and always <33

[turquoisedata]

Absolutely devastating little one-shot with Really Angry Crowley that I just found on Facebook.

https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/158432935

Tiny disturbing aside about Maggie absolutely killed me.

(if the author is on Tumblr feel free to tag them so I can say thanks for the devastation 🥺)

[dinosizedmintz]

With Big Shoes to Fill

After wasting seven years in the Chamber of Sages, Link is desperate to make up for his lack of action and actually save the world he's come to love. He has no excuses to delay any further, and he's rushing to make the world right again. However, once again, time gets in his way. Catapulted into the future (or past?) with people he's never met (but know him in the future- this is confusing), Link must travel with a group of heroes in hopes of returning back and finishing what he'd begun, not just for the sake of those in his past, but now those in the future apparently as well. Surely this won't be a big deal for him, right? Time Age Reversal AU. This is mid-OoT for him, so Pre-MM and Pre-HW as well.

Read my fan fic, boy. Based on @/ovegakart's age reversal au. Peace and Love!!

[muffinlance]

EMERGENCY FANFIC PROTOCOLS: ACTIVATED

Hey while AO3 is down

Here is a GDrive link to all my downloaded fics (it's OVER 9,000 2,000)

Mostly Avatar, also The Magnus Archives, Danny Phantom, Teen Wolf, and a few others

Mostly unsorted, some not even intentionally downloaded because the auto-downloader I use is Like That, so consider this a glorified "give me a random fic" button

MAKE SURE TO KUDOS THE AUTHORS WHEN AO3 IS BACK UP

>>> Linkie link <<<

Edit: Note that when AO3 comes back up that link will go dead again... until it's needed, once more

EMERGENCY FANFIC PROTOCOLS: DEACTIVATED

...Until next they are needed

If you were going through these for fic recs, check out my AO3 Bookmarks for the more curated list.

To make your own fanfic backups, I recommend AO3 Downloader or FanFicFare. (I'm not tech support for either; please don't message me for help.)

Happy reading!

[silentium-symphony]

Hey, You Free? Modern AU (Link x Reader)

hiii so sorry this took so long!! i had actually been working on another fic before shelving it and deciding to work on a Valentine's fic.... a week after Valentine's LMAO but wtv. thank you one again for being patient w me and I hope you enjoy!!

cw: afab!reader, modern!au, fluff, bestie!link, link is kinda fruity lol, getting a lil wine-tipsy, mentions of an unnamed ex

wc: 4.1k

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

Another Valentine's alone.

You sipped on the glass of wine, careful not to spill the burgundy liquid on your ultra-expensive and super duper classy outfit of a thrice-worn t-shirt and shorts when a notification bubbled over the TikTok you were watching.

Linky Twinky🧚🏼‍♂️: Hey, you free?

You set the glass down with a gentle ting and tapped on the notification, opening up your messaging app. Your fingers giddily flew across the screen, a gremlin grin hooking your lips.

You: ofc I am 🥲🥲 why what's up??

You thumbed the body of your glass and stared at the three dots that popped in and out of the screen. Anticipation and baited breath straightened your slumped posture and your cheeks started to heat up as you remembered the slobby outfit you were wearing. You seem to have a second sense when it came to these things because a few short moments later, he replied:

Linky Twinky🧚🏼‍♂️: I'm coming over

You immediately jumped out of your lounged hunch and headed straight for your wardrobe, already half-disrobed by the time you swung the doors open. You frantically typed back a response.

You: wait what 😭 hol up i look ugly rn LOL

You had just dunked your grimy clothes in the hamper when your phone chimed.

Linky Twinky🧚🏼‍♂️: Girrlll you always look gorg whatchu talkin abt 😍🤪😩✨️

Now why tf did your heart flutter lmao

You hearted his message before you tried on Outfit #1. You twirled around the mirror and smoothed out the trivial wrinkles and creases that rippled through the cloth. It was one of your more upscale outfits, worn only during special or dressier occasions. Your once proud smile faltered to a disgusted grimace. It looked like you were trying too hard (you were).

Outfit #2 perfectly encapsulated ‘casual…’ But what if it was too casual? It was barely a step above what you were wearing before… You jerked the top off and stomped out of the bottoms when your phone buzzed again.

Linky Twinky 🧚🏼‍♂️: I'm picking up food bc I seriously doubt you ate yet >:( what do you want?

You thumbed through the makings of Outfit #3 while you pondered the age-old question of “what's for dinner” when you responded:

You: idk lol. where are you?? what's nearby?

Linky Twinky 🧚🏼‍♂️ : So helpful, thanks 🥴🙃 but I'm at the intersection of 26th and Westgate. It looks like there's some pizza nearby??? You good with that or do you want something else?

You: pizza sounds good! ty pookie <333 do you want me to pay you back??

He hearted the message.

Linky Twinky 🧚🏼‍♂️: Nah it's fine. What kind of toppings do you want?

You tapped your desired toppings and sauce base and pressed send.

Linky Twinky 🧚🏼‍♂️: Got it. See you in a bit babe 😘

Why did your heart flutter AGAIN C'MON MAN GET IT TOGETHER

You let out a raggedy sigh and haphazardly tossed your phone onto your bed. Your fingers danced atop the rainbow arrangement of hangers as your mind’s eye jigsaw-ed an outfit from the pieces you plucked out. You began slipping on the garments.

Outfit #3 looked the most promising so far! The perfect blend of casual and classy—thank the gods you found it in time. You did a lil’ dance in front of your mirror and shuffled the rejected outfits back into your closet. You hauled ass to your TV to turn on 24/7 LIVESTREAM Fireplace ASMR Crackling Sound for Sleep, Study, and Relaxation with Smooth Jazz and set down a second glass to accompany your lonely first. You placed the wine in the fridge to chill it when your phone buzzed.

Linky Twinky 🧚🏼‍♂️: Got the pizza. Should be there in about 10 min

You placed the wine in the freezer to chill it. While the wine was chilling and hopefully not freezing or whatever, you fluffed and arranged the pillows on your sofa and smoothed that one corner of your rug that's been creased into a new shape thanks to your klutzy self. The small, somewhat inconspicuous stains on your countertops might as well have drawn an arrow to themselves and twerked in the spotlight as adrenaline-pumped shame overtook you. You had just finished scrubbing your counters and chucking your dirty dishes into the wash when your phone chimed once more.

Linky Twinky 🧚🏼‍♂️: Here. Let me in I'm freezing

You took one last look-over in the mirror before grabbing your keys and heading out the door. One hand combed through your lightly tousled hair while the other hearted Link’s message. The tip of your elbow was employed to get the elevator up and running. As the churning hum of metal cables and gears worked its way up the idle space, you rocked back and forth on your heels in time with your quickening heart. You swiped open your phone's camera and broomed and brushed the wisps and strays that clung to your forehead. The elevator announced its arrival with an off-tune ding!

The soft hum of elevator music rivaled the rackety grates of metal-on-metal from outside your confines. With a final lurch, the elevator doors rolled open with that off-tune ding! You rounded the corner and sped-walked down the short hallway; the side profile of a young man sitting on one of the benches outside, hunched over pitifully and protectively over a pizza box, filled your view. A chuckled bubbled out of you as you pressed your key fob against the sensor, unlocking the door with a soft click.

Link's face, reddened and scrunched by grueling winds and below-zero temperatures, immediately lit up seeing his pretty… so pretty savior halo'd by the lobby's warm light. He hopped up and immediately dashed for the slowly opening door.

“Thank the gods, I thought I was gonna die out there.” He chattered through shaking teeth, his lips drawn back into a lopsided grin. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a quick side hug, careful not to crush the fruits of his labor. His cold shocked your system, but his face warmed up fairly quickly.

“Thanks for coming by. I really appreciate it.” You hummed, releasing your grapple and leading him back to the elevator. “Do you want me to hold that for you?”

“Nah I got it, thanks.” He snorted. “I felt like SpongeBob delivering pizza to that one dude who lived in the middle of nowhere.”

A belly laugh rumbled through the both of you as you hopped on the elevator and whirred up the floors.

“How's your Valentine's goin’?” He inquired, a goofy tilt in his voice.

You dished out the nastiest stink eye and scoffed. “Alone, thanks for asking.”

“Not for long, babe. I'm here now.” The only thing more charming than his wink was that boyish smile he flashed. Your cheeks warmed and your hands found his muscular bicep in a playful smack. He laughed in time with the ding and watched you stomp your way to your unit. He caught up with you in a few strides as you unlocked the door to the intimately lit room.

Link stood wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the place, absently failing to shuffle out of his boots.

“Wow. You really cleaned up the place.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” You huffed with a wry smile, taking the cold pizza from his hands so he could undo his boot laces. You turned your back to your gawking guest as you eyed the re-heating instructions on the cardboard.

“Girl, I've seen you and your apartment at your worst.” He neatly placed his boots to the side and folded his arms. “Remember how I visited you every day for a whole month after that piece of shit broke up with you a week before your birthday?”

“Ugh, don't remind me.” You heated up the oven and slipped the pizza in. “Gods, that was horrible… I've only lasted this long thanks to you.”

You turned to see him sitting at your counter, balancing the skinny neck of your wine glass with his fingers.

“Have you ever wondered where he is now?” He asked, absently watching the wine slosh side-to-side.

“Nah. I stopped caring once he started balding.”

You both let out a squealy holler followed by unhinged cackling.

“Girl, forget the bullet—you dodged a whole nuclear missile.” He concluded with glee, sipping the wine with a content sigh. “You deserve to be treated like the queen you are.”

“Thanks, babe.” You snickered, stealing back your glass from your exasperated bestie. A look of faux offense gripped his sharp features.

“What?” You chortled. “This is my glass. The empty one is yours.”

“Sooo where's the wine?”

“In the freezer.”

“The freezer?” He repeated incredulously, his nose crinkling at that revelation. He opened your freezer and was met face-to-bottle with fine aged wine.

“Huh. All right.”

He poured himself a healthy amount and held out his glass for a toast. With matching smiles, your glasses met with a soft cling and you both sipped the bold, fruity concoction. Link's eyes glazed over and shut as he reveled in another sip.

“This is good. Where did you buy this?”

“I got it as a gift when I had my promotion. My boss gave it to me.”

“Wish my boss would do that.” He sighed. “The only thing she gives me is more work.”

“I thought you loved your work?” You hummed, slumping over the counter and closer to Link.

“Oh, I do. Don’t get me wrong, I love working for Zelda but… She really makes me work for that check, y’know what I mean?” He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, she's a hard-worker… Super pretty too.” You slipped in quietly, gauging his response. He shrugged and took another sip.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Not gonna lie, your heart raced at his nonchalant remark and you felt like a giddy little schoolgirl fishing for validation from your crush. Liquid courage may be whispering something to you as you asked aloud,

“Have you been seeing anyone?”

Link's eyes widened and he slammed his cup back down, hurriedly swallowing the glass’s contents before coughing and rubbing his chest. You grabbed him a napkin and awkwardly laughed.

“Sorry, didn't mean to spring it on you like that! I think the alcohol is getting to me…”

“Uh—…. Uh-huh…” He mumbled, shock evidently laced through his features.

“You don't have to answer if you don't want to.”

“I haven't.”

“Wh… Huh?”

“I haven't been seeing anyone.” He looked at you, eyes still bright but edged with an earnestness you weren't used to seeing. Frankly, it felt rather… intimately intimidating to be under his unblinking gaze.

“O-Oh…? And why is that…?”

The faintest twitch tugged his eyebrows. He opened his mouth to speak, but the digital beep beep beep from your oven pulled you out of your hazed stupor. With a stiff laugh, you pulled away and slipped on your oven mitts.

“P-Pizza's done! Haha, almost forgot about it.”

You pulled down the oven door and was hit first with a wall of hot air and second by the delicious, hearty aroma of freshly heated pizza. You pulled the comfortingly toasty box out of the oven and set it back down under Link's nose. The both of you ooh'ed and aah'ed at the final reveal, watching the gooey melted cheese mingle with your favorite toppings and—.

“Oooh, cheese-filled crust?”

“Mhmm. It's a special day, after all.”

“Hell yeah, man.” You dished out two plates and scooped up a gooey slice, carefully avoiding the hot stringy cheese from scalding your fingers. Link waited for you to fish out your slice before he dove for the one next to yours. You puffed hasty breaths over its sizzling surface and took the first bite of sustenance you'd had all day. The crust was warm and slightly crisp, softening deliciously under the weight of the pizza's sauce. The cheese filled your mouth with warmy goodness, and your favorite toppings elevated the simple meal into something divine.

You cast a glance back at Link, who was looking right at you with a small smirk.

“Mm-what?” You muddled.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” He cocked his head to the side, grin widening.

“This shit's good as fuck.”

“Yeah, but you were having a whole moment.” A sudden heat surged through your cheeks and you cleared your throat, averting your gaze.

“Don't be mad, but… This may or may not be my first meal of the day.”

“Girl, I swear to Hylia—”

“I'm sorry! I just got distracted…”

“Doing what? You're off today.”

reading fanfics “Uh… TikTok?”

An audible groan heaved out of the man as he took another bite.

“How many times do I have to tell you? You should eat at least twice a day if you can. Of course it'd be great if you could have three meals, but if you can't, at least two! Just two!”

“I know, I know, you're right…”

“Mhmm, you only say that to get me off your back… C’mon, you have to remember to eat. Please? Please don't forget to eat, okay?”

“Okay, fine! I'll remember, okay?”

“Promise?”

“Yesss, I promise…”

“Good. Thank you.” With a satisfied nod, he finished the rest of his first slice before decorating his plate with two more. “Let's watch a movie. What’re you in the mood for?”

“Mm… I wanna watch a Ghibli movie.”

“Oooh okay, what were you thinking?”

You filed through your mental catalogue at an unhurried pace, adding additional slices to your plate and brimming your near-empty cup with more wine. Link followed suit and moved the pizza and wine over to your coffee table, plunking down in your sofa's soft cushions. With a click of a button, he pulled up several streaming services that had Studio Ghibli's best films.

“We've got Ponyo, Spirited Away, Arrietty…” He mumbled, thumbing through the selection.

“Wanna watch Howl?”

“Howl's Moving Castle?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure. I love that one.” While the on-screen cursor shuffled through the carousel of films, he patted the space beside him. “C'mere.”

You took a large swig of wine before ambling over and plopping down beside him.

Perhaps… a little too close, you thought as his residual body heat emanated through you. You tried shuffling away a bit, worried he might be uncomfortable, but the wine had begun to dull your motor functions just a tad. You let out a chesty cough as you dove for your pizza and wine, hoping you could rock yourself away as you told yourself over and over that it was only the wine that was making you feel all warm and tingly inside.

The iconic blue logo of the beloved movie studio beamed through the screen. Link got up with a huff to turn off the rest of the lights, leaving you sagged and chilled from his absence. Your heart pulsed with a confusing jolt of relief and excitement when he promptly returned to his post right beside you, ignoring the other 90% of the sofa. You didn’t know whether your heart or thoughts were racing faster as the opening sequence to Howl's Moving Castle idled by.

The mechanical hiss and creaks of Howl’s castle lurching through the fog grounded you enough to begin to relax, slumping more and more into the back of your cushions until you were in a comfortable lounge. As you grew more engrossed in the film, your surroundings (including your best friend) began to fade away from your mind’s eye.

Link downed several gulps of wine, hardly tasting and much less appreciating the dark, full-bodied notes of the cabernet. A velvety rush coursed through him as he peeked down at you, fully in tune with the movie. He weakly disguised his chuckle with a cough as his arms stretched up, his cough turning into a more noticeable ahem that was just enough to break the movie’s spell.

“Um… Is it okay if I put my arm here…?” He murmured, careful to speak only just above the TV’s volume but loud enough to be heard clearly. You looked at him, your slightly agape mouth contrasting your widened eyes as he gestured to the backpiece of the sofa.

“Oh, uh, yeah… For sure, go ahead…” You squeaked, his now absent arm and gravity making you fall closer to his side.

“Thanks…” He tentatively wrapped his arm atop the fabric. “Sorry, my arm was bent in a weird position.”

A white lie, but shhh.

“You’re all good.” You assured with a smile. “Uh… Is it okay if I scoot a bit closer?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” He breathed, swiftly covering up the little warble in his voice by clearing his throat.

“Thanks. Just a bit cold, ‘s all.”

A white lie, but shhh.

It wasn’t very long before you were both entranced by the movie, your hearts occasionally skipping a beat or a breath getting caught in your throats when either of you shuffled into the other.

You both silently watched the film, allowing yourself to be transported into the dreamy and nostalgic landscape of the fantasy world. As the movie worked its magic, you were internally smiling as the movie slowly approached the scene that would introduce the titular ♡Howl♡.

You let out a throaty, unhinged cackle when his clothed chest came into view, his arm protectively wrapping around the heckled Sophie. Link physically recoiled from the horrible sound.

“What?!”

“Howl!!!”

“Huh? I-I mean, yeah, but what—”

“Ughghgh, look at that scrumptious snack of a man.” You, quite loudly, mm-mm-MM’ed before taking another bite of your pizza and yet another heavy swig of your drink. “The things I would let that man do to me.”

A twinge of jealousy tugged at Link’s heartstrings and he scoffed at himself. No way he was fucking jealous of a fictional 2D man. But seeing you swoon over Howl in real-time sparked in him very similar feelings to when he saw you gushing about your balding ex.

“What, you got a thing for blonde hair, blue-eyed twinks guys?”

“Well I mean, look at him!” You turned, almost nose-to-nose with a blonde hair, blue-eyed twink guy. The corners of his lips cocked wickedly as a brow raised.

“Yeah? What about him?”

“I mean,” You blubbered, “I don’t know, he’s just… Well, he’s handsome and I don’t know, he’s got this boyish charm that’s really…”

“Yeah? Really what?”

“Really… Um, attractive?”

“Huh.” He exhaled. “Interesting.”

“What’s interesting?”

“Never knew you had a type.”

“Well, not necessarily! If I like someone, I just like them. That’s it.”

“So what makes you like someone?”

“Like, if we just vibe together I guess…”

“So you guys just… have to vibe?”

“No, it’s more than that! I like someone who is kind, patient, loyal…” Howl began to fade from your mind. “Smart, funny… Aggressively caring...”

“’Aggressively caring?’” He repeated with a bemused lilt in his tone.

“Yeah, someone who makes sure I’m doing okay. Someone who calls me out of the blue because they saw something that reminded them of me. Someone who tells me to take care of myself all the time… Someone who,” you swallowed, “visits me every day for a whole month after a breakup.”

His tilted smile stiffened and his eyes crinkled from general amusement to something more. You continued, gut gnawing and breath clenching.

“Someone who takes care of me when I don’t have the strength to do so. Someone who reminds me that I’m capable of great things and pushes me to work for it. Someone who has never once stopped believing in me. Someone… Like you, Link.”

“(F/N)…”

“I like you, Link.” You drew your eyes to your hands. “A lot. And I know this is really sudden and I’m sorry for catching you off-guard, but—”

A firm grip hooked your forearm before you were lunged into something warm and firm. Your senses were enveloped by the faint smell of pine and amber, and the rapid thumps in his chest echoed through your core. Strong arms encircled you and pulled you closer, almost suffocatingly so, while a gentle hand carded through your hair.

“I… like you too.” He murmured to the top of your head.

“H-… What…?”

“I like you too, (F/N).” He pulled away, catching your flickering looks with his steady gaze. “For awhile now, actually.”

“R-Really?”

He nodded with a ‘mm,’ his warming cheeks spilling its heat onto yours. He brushed the flyaways from your face and cupped your cheeks in his hands, beholding you with such love and adoration you felt like melting.

“Oh, (F/N)…” You were pulled into another hug. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

You nuzzled into his chest before his voice rumbled in your ear.

“Can I… Kiss your forehead?”

The innocent, almost juvenile request made your heart flutter, and if you weren't wrapped up in the comfiest bear hug you've ever been in, you definitely would have been squealing and kicking your feet. You looked up at him with a twinkle in your eye.

“I can do you one better.” You leaned in, your soft lips capturing his cheek. The heat blooming through your lips disappeared as quickly as it had come as you shyly pulled away.

“I think I can actually top that.” His face drew nearer, hovering just over yours. The fruity bitterness of the red wine diluted your senses into a mirthful haze. “Is… this okay…?”

Your widening smile and gentle nod was all the confirmation he needed to close the distance.

It was tender, soft, slow. His lips moved and melded with yours so perfectly, capturing every little moan and sigh that escaped you. He pulled away only to come again in soft devotion, his lips and hands caressing you with delicate worship. The soothing circles he rubbed into your cheeks paid no mind to the growing heat spilling between his fingers. The cold of the room blanketed your moistened lips suddenly; a shiver sourced from the cold heightened to one of pleasure as he languidly and carefully balanced your bottom lip with his teeth.

“You’re perfect…” He mumbled through your gasp, trailing butterfly kisses down your jaw and to the crook of your neck. You wound your arms around his neck and let out a wanton moan, filled with a deep-broiling need you weren’t cognizant of until now. He traced his lips up your neck, relishing in the goosebumps that prickled his sensitive flesh.

“Perfect and glorious, like the first light of dawn…” He caught your lips again, the motion tinged with something heavier this time, but still full of the awe and reverence he had initially bestowed. You pulled him closer, each of you melting into the other. You felt him sinking closer and closer to you, his hand traveling to the small of your back, almost to aid your gentle descent into your sofa.

“You’re wonderful… So, so good to me…” You breathed out in between kisses, your head spinning and filled with nothing but the thought of him. He pulled away slightly and combed your hair back, a slight smile on his lips. His lips met yours in between words.

“You are so beautiful, (F/N)…” Your eyes fluttered shut, basking in his endless kisses and whispered confessions of utter devotion. “I've wanted this for so long, I almost can't believe that we…”

“Are… together?” You finished, pecking the tip of his nose with childish delight. His chest heaved a laugh as his hands traveled to your hips, hoisting the both of you up into your previously seated positions. He pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your forehead while his hands left your hips to take residence in your hands, tracing the curve of each finger with giggle-filled pecks.

“Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?”

“Yeah, you mentioned it over text earlier.” You chortled, watching him finish his loving ministrations with a kiss to the back of one hand before moving on to the other.

“And I meant it.”

The sincerity in his baby blue eyes and tenor tone made your heart swoon all the more. You bounced kisses and excited whispers amongst yourselves, until the terrified shriek of Howl cut through the peace. Both of you flinched as two pairs of eyes locked in at the source of the scream. You and Link watched your fictional crush zoom out of the bathroom to yell at the transformed Sophie for switching up his haircare potions.

“Do you wanna just start this thing over?” Link chuckled, watching the chaos unfold on the screen.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You finished off the rest of your now-cold pizza while Link restarted the movie. With a couple clicks, the familiar bright blue of Studio Ghibli's logo silently filled the room. You turned to him, imprinting the image of blues and shadows painting his features in your memory forever.

“Link?”

“Mm?”

“Happy Valentine's Day.”

He turned to face you and flashed that smile—the one that had you falling in love over and over again.

“Happy Valentine's Day, Valentine.”

[broidobe]

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READ THIS BEFORE YOU SEND A REQUEST PLEASE! IF YOUR REQUESTS DONT FOLLOW MY CURRENT GUIDELINES, THEY WILL NOT BE ACKNOWLEDGED!!!

hellooooo!!! my name is daphne and i have been writing fanfic for... a while. i am russian and finnish (crazy combo if you know history). i speak both fluently but english is my first language. i also speak dutch! i loveeee almost every genre of music but metal is my favourite. i am NOT taking submissions for fanfics. all of my social media is broidobe except my other twitter acc which is daphnesdoom. i am on almost every form of social media so it's really not hard to find me.

leader of twink nation 🫡

i am a straight edge girly and a very highly opinionated one too lol

also if you just want to talk to me or ask me questions (i love answering questions lol) don’t be afraid to send in an ask or dm! i will gladly answer. you can ask in any of the languages i speak (russian, finnish, english, dutch, and a decent amount of norwegian and french!)

my reblog page: @voidofsympathy!!!

request status (if you REALLY don't wanna read the paragraph): closed

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please for the love of god read this before you request

things i do

lots and lots of headcannons

literally ANY person but my specialty is musicians

i do smut but you have to request it

i will do kinks (read more on my don’t do)

throuples/poly

male reader (m x m, m x f)

nsfw alphabets

fem x fem (ALISSA WHITE GLUZ COME GET ME I LOVE YOU SO MUCH)

things i don’t do

any sort of assault

i am open to doing kinks but i might not write them so well depending on how much i know about them

age regression

age play

any minors

member of band x member

ANYTHING TO DO WITH CHILDREN (how they would as fathers, etc.). ( the ones i have done were just me experimenting with it. i really don’t like doing it)

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[rosemirmir]

I posted all the works I did for halfamoon over on dreamwidth! Each of these fics center around the main Gotchard girls, It's a mix of both gen and femslash. Some are also fills for Fresh Femslash Salad Bar event too.

Here's the link to the series I made for these fics on Ao3. You can also check out the masterpost I made that also links to the works that are graphics!

[ineffableigh]

JAYSUS IT'S DONE!

Started this one a couple days before the picnic chapter came out and couldn't finish it before release lol, but that's just as well because it gave me a chance to try my hand at painting a lagoon?! Lovely imagery to work with in @phoen1xr0se's Good Omens fic, "There is a Light and it Never Goes Out"!

This was a fun challenge piece as since I wanted to get a very painterly background, I had to force myself to be painterly on the lads as well so this was excellent shading/lighting practice and all that. Pretty happy with it, especially with their faces and with Crowley's hair. AND THOSE CROISSANTS! :D

Latest chapter HERE: AO3 LINKY

[huldine]

would anyone be available to give my fenris fic a bit of a read through? it's a short excerpt (800 words) but i want to see if i'm able to get his voice and narrative "feel" down!

i'd just love any feedback, advice, help that someone who loves fenris can give! message me or comment here and ill send u a lil linkie

[facetimebuddies]

os out here writing fic. (linky link!)

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

Ok so if the immigration status storyline ends in marriage (idk if I’m getting anything right or not 😓) and Mateo proposes/Nancy proposes while he’s injured I will scream because I wrote it in my fic

Oooohhh!!!! Listen, I know for a very unfortunate fact that in real life marrying a US citizen will not keep you from being deported. However! In tv land, especially lone star, I can see it happening!

Is your fic up? Is there a linky link? 🥺

[curator-on-ao3]

@deadheaddaisy tagged me to participate in Day 1 — to share a favorite line from a fic I’ve written. Thank you so much for tagging me, @deadheaddaisy! ❤️

To start with, I’m sorry, but I still laugh to this day as Test Pilot Christopher Pike, the morning after his first date with Cadet Una Chin-Riley, dances around his quarters alone with the paper airplane she gave him:

It’s as if he’s still a little tipsy even though the alcohol isn’t in his system anymore, stepping over to his desk in his underpants, pinching the bottom fold of the paper airplane and holding on as he dances, spins, whirls around his quarters, steers the plane to the sound of his own joy-borne sound effects: “Woosh! Woosh! Zooooom!”

He has to get ready for his shift.

“I,” Chris stops, stands still, speaks faux-solemnly to himself, “am a trained professional.”

Then he whispers one last, “Zoom,” to the paper airplane, the greatest paper airplane ever made, as he steers it back onto his desk.

Ah, young love. (Linky.)

Also, I must admit, I’m deeply proud of the overall language from another Pikeuna fic, this one where Una has amnesia:

“Why are you scanning me?” Una takes the cylinder from the woman made of white.

“That’s good! That’s good!” The woman made of white picks up an identical cylinder from a tray. “What else do you understand?”

Irritation rises in Una’s chest.

“I understand that this is a room and you are a woman made of white and that man,” Una motions toward him, “is bossy but also nice and he has a rectangle with a waterfall inside that can sometimes talk.”

The man’s pink-lipped frown deepens. But the woman made of white’s head tilts like a bird interested in a worm. Her white sleeve bends as she holds up a cylinder. “What’s this?”

Una’s irritation intensifies. “A scanner, the information-gathering component of a medical tricorder, a diagnostic device for assessing a patient’s condition and potentially determining a diagnosis.”

The nice-but-bossy man holds out his rectangle. “Una, what’s this?”

A sound of aggravation escapes. Why don’t these people listen the first time? “It’s a rectangle with a waterfall inside.”

The man and woman look at each other.

“We’re gonna scan your brain.” The woman made of white steps to one of the reddish-brown beds and pats it. “Will you come over here, please?”

(Linky)

And, while I’m yammering with more than one favorite and more than one line, I’m gonna add one last one, this time from a Christine Chapel/Christopher Pike fic set in The Motion Picture era when Christine has rescued Pike from Talos IV and is his caregiver for an experimental therapy that helps him regain a lot (but not all) of his former health. Of course, there are eventual horses:

He uses his arms to help himself up. He walks a few steps — he’s getting steadier — and stands by the head of one of the smaller horses.

“Hi.” His hand trembles as it outstretches, his fingers finding the horse’s ear, rubbing, grateful huffs and whinnies as he keeps rubbing, gentle adoration toward this horse he’s just met. “You’re so … real.”

Christine’s chest lightens with happiness.

Maybe she should have tried to sneak him in here earlier.

Maybe waiting was better, giving him a therapy to look forward to and, as it turns out, consolation after a setback.

Chris turns toward Christine and his eyes sparkle.

Not for her.

Well, not only for her. His eyes sparkle for the horse, probably for the barn full of horses because he loves horses and he loves her, but he doesn’t need her. He wants to be with her, chooses to be with her, but if something broke their thin membrane of safety — nothing is going to happen, but just in case — then he would be sad, but he would be okay because his eyes sparkle for things other than her.

It’s better to be wanted than needed.

Needed is pressure.

Wanted is … love?

And the words slide out, easy, her breath puffs of steam in the cool air. “Hey, horse-guy, I love you.”

And he smiles his Chris-smile and he keeps rubbing the horse’s ear, his eyes sparkling, and he says, “Hey, took-you-long-enough-to-say-it-back, I love you, too.”

(Linky)

I’ll stop now, having shared both too much and not enough, and I’ll tag: @grissomesque, @lorcaswhisky, @emilie786, @elephant-in-the-pride-parade, @starrybouquet, @divinemissem13, @the-lady-general, @enterprise-come-in, @emilie786, @caladeniablue, @coffee-in-that-nebula, @cicaklah, @cnroth, @fiadorable, @pc-corner, and anyone else who wants to play (with my usual apologies for my tag anxiety most likely resulting in me forgetting too many people).

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

someone said ushijima must’ve taught kageyama so much and kageyama must trust him a lot… kageyama being comfortable enough with ushijima to tug on his sleeve in canon… i ran out of tobio and oikawa things to go through and just read one of the best (explicit) fics of kageyama and ushijima instead and it was not a dynamic i knew i needed to read about until now, god bless author’s everywhere

linky link

oh this is crazy i need to read this immediately... love rarepair hq ships.AND LOVE USHIKAGE. im EXTREMEEELY extremely extremely fond of iwakage too (i.e. iwaizumi and kageyama) for similar reasons bc while kags looks up to oikawa i think iwa feeling personal responsibility for kags makes sooo much sense and makes me incredibly crazy to think about KJDSJFKS