#low effort fan fiction

[bernard-is-tired]

I love absolute!Batman and I can’t stop thinking of him with the OG Clark Kent.

Clark is covering a workers strike at the power company in Metropolis. Bruce, being a member of several unions and a union leader in his spare time, gave a speech. After all, the power companies in metropolis and Gotham are owned by the same parent company, plus a bunch of his old buddies work there.

During the speech Bruce is sure to highlight the daily planet and how it recently broke the news on Lex Luthor’s union busting practices, an article written by Clark. This sweet farm boy is absolutely smitten with Bruce, and is determined to get an interview afterwards.

He gets his wish, getting a few questions in as hints of Brucie slip out. Bruce isn’t used to people being bigger than him, and Clark is just so big and strong. It doesn’t get very far before some police start trying to break up the strike. Bruce, having none of that, storms straight up and starts citing Metropolis law and demanding their badge numbers.

Clark was head over heels, speechless and side lined as the camera catches Bruce actually making cops back down. The clip goes like mega viral and Clark goes alll the way to Gotham just to track down and get a proper interview out of Bruce, and maybe see what all “the Batman” stuff was about.

[productofaritual]

A casual Thursday for the average ao3 user

[shrewsburysworld]

Twisted Devotion | Kim Taehyung Part 2.

*This is a fan fiction. completely fictional. The behaviour of characters in this fiction is not something to emulate. You are responsible for your own consumption. Thank you.*

*This is original work do not copyright ©*

Pair: Yandere Police Officer Taehyung × Reader

Warning: Killing, kidnapping. The behaviour of characters is not something to emulate.

Summary: You were obsessed freak for the new police officer in the town. Trying to get into his heart and pants both with your efforts. But when you give up on him, he comes again in your life and you were dumbfounded when you get to know that he isn't a normal police officer.

The air between them crackled with tension, a twisted bond forged in the fires of obsession. Park YN had once been the aggressor, her infatuation with Officer Kim Taehyung bordering on madness. She had thrown herself at him with a desperation that scared even her, convinced that if she just pushed hard enough, he would see they were meant to be together.

But now, as she sat across from him in the dim light of his apartment, the tables had turned. She felt the weight of his gaze, heavy and intense, as if he was trying to bore into her very soul. The man who had once pushed her away was now the one who wouldn’t let her go, his obsession burning with a dark, terrifying intensity.

You were more than sure that he won't chase you. Heck! He would be too happy when you stop your tactics but standing in front of your house with roses while you were eating out the new guy was not what you expected. There must be two reactions for that kind of situation :

1. He leaves sadly.

2. He fights with the guy.

But Taehyung was standing there, roses crush under his hand. Palm bleeding but he was smirking while looking at you, a tear sliding from his eyes and you would have been on floor if the guy wasn't holding you tight enough.

You were sad and went to the bar, drinking all your sorrows after Taehyung practically rejected your love. Taehyung had always been gentle to you whenever you visited his office. You always pulled up new and day after day, you devised elaborate tactics to catch Taehyung's attention.

One day, you waltzed into the precinct with a fabricated complaint about a stray cat, dressed in a flirty outfit that left little to the imagination. With every visit, you pushed the boundaries, bringing in increasingly absurd issues—like a “missing” cupcake from your own kitchen—just to bask in his presence.

Your reasons to meet him were meaningless, stupid even. But Taehyung was entertaining you really well and your delusional mind thought he loves you too. You mastered the art of seduction, leaning closer than necessary and laughing at his crappy jokes, your eyes sparkling with mischief and desire.

Suddenly your tactics became more ... problematic. Officers in that police station recognised you as a crazy woman to say the least. You behaved like you were their boss's wife, looking at them like they're nothing more than peasants. But Taehyung had dropped your ego by rejection. He looked like he doesn't even want to look at your face. You knew you had pulled his last strings so no matter how much you loved him how much you wanted him, needed him you had to let go.

You met a random guy at bar and after two weeks of misery you decided to have little fun and seeing Taehyung that day with flowers wasn't something you expected. Unfortunately you didn't see him after that night until you found yourself on a bed with hands cuffed. You would have been horny real quick in this situation but the unwavering gaze of Taehyung didn't turn you on rather scared you.

“You’re mine, YN!!” Taehyung whispered, his voice low and possessive. He reached across the blanket, his hand closing over yours with a grip that was almost painful.

“You know that, right?” You forced a smile, but fear twisted in her gut. You were shitty scared but you had to act right. But don't know how to as the same man you were kissing that day was dead in front of you.

This wasn’t the man you had fallen for—or rather, chased after with reckless abandon. This was someone darker, someone who had taken her obsession and mirrored it back to her, but in a way that made her skin crawl.

You stared at the dead body but Taehyung grunts not handling you looking at another man even if he's dead.

Taehyung’s hand tightened around hers, his knuckles white.

“I’ve already made sure no one will interfere with us. No one can take you from me, Yn. Not your friends, not your family. No one.”

A cold chill ran down your spine as the implications of his words sank in. You had heard the rumors, the whispers among the other officers about cases gone cold, about people who had disappeared without a trace. And now, you realized, Taehyung was telling you in his own twisted way that he was responsible.

“tae, you’re scaring me,” you said, pulling her hand away and trying to stand. But he was faster, his arm shooting out to grab her wrist and yank her back down.

“You don’t need to be scared, baby!!” he said softly, his eyes gleaming with something dark and dangerous.

“I’ll protect you. I’ll do anything for you. You just have to stay with me. Forever.”

Panic surged through your body, but you knew better than to show it. Taehyung was a cop, after all. He knew how to read people, how to manipulate them, and you were trapped. Shit. You had to find a way out, but it wouldn’t be easy. Not with him watching your every move, not with the power he wielded.

As the reality of her situation set in, You realized that your obsession had led you into a nightmare from which there might be no escape.

And Officer Taehyung, with his relentless, consuming love, was determined to make sure of it.

Put on your seatbelts!! Officer Kim Taehyung on loose!! 😌. Taehyung's pov in next part (spoiler).

If you liked it, do reblog and comment. It'll make my day fr!! Thank you for all your love armys ! 🎀

Tag list : @hoji-licious , @tan-veee , @illnevertrustmyselfagain , @tae-n-u

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[st4rgirl7777]

Love Letters.

paring: idol jake x f reader

WARNING: Smut (MDNI 18+), mentions of masturbation, oral (m. receiving), cowgirl (let me know if i miss anything!)

a/n: just a reminder that this is all purely fiction! this my first time writing an enha fan fic. not proofread. (lmk if i miss anything) enjoy reading!

idol jake who just finished another concert during another exhausting world tour. don’t misunderstand him, he loves touring and he loves performing this has been his dream since he was a young little boy living in australia. he loves meeting all the fans and spending time with them. greeting the fans with a smile and collecting all the fan letters he receives from them. However, performing takes a toll on your body and mental health. hours of endless dancing and singing and having to appear happy and cheerful all the time. it takes a lot of time effort and energy.

jake is a simple guy with a simple routine to make himself feel better after a concert ends. he greets his fans as he leaves, makes his way to his hotel room, lock the door and well jerks off till he falls asleep. it’s his special way of getting his body to relax, makes him feel less stressed. he loves the feeling of the orgasmic release as he fists himself up and down repeatedly. he whines and moan desperately for the release and sometimes he even edges himself on purpose. he loves seeing the white ropes leak out of his cock and onto his hand and chest.

one night, jake decided to go through his fan mail before doing the deed. he sat on his bed, opened up the letter and began reading.

Dear Jake,

i hope this finds you well. i’m writing to let you know that i think about you all the time. i think about a lot of things, but lately i can only think about you sexually…

“woah..” jake says already feeling his pants getting tighter. he continues to read.

i think about how good it would feel, if your lips crashed onto mine. how i would trail my lips down your neck and chest leaving marks of proof that i was there. i would undress you slowly and caress you body.

at this point jake shirt is thrown across the floor and his hand is down his pants gently palming himself.

i would get on my knees for you and show you how good i can make you feel. my lips swirling your tip, gently kissing it before swallowing it whole. i can take all of you. i will lick it, suck it, make a whole mess just for you. i will show you how good you taste. your hands tangled in my hair as you push my head down fiercely. i would gag on it and take you in so deep. i’ll be such a good girl for you jakey.

“holy fuck” jake moans. his pants and boxers dropped to the bottom of the floor. letter in his left hand, his right hand busy with his harden dick. he pumps himself furiously using his pre-cum as lube.

and when i’m done milking your cock, i’ll get on top straddling you and ill sit on top of you. let you relax as i slide my tight pussy on your cock. i know you will fit so perfectly in me. i’ll whisper sweet nothings in your ear as i ride you jakey. and i won’t stop until you come undone for me. milking you until you’re crying and sensitive for me.

jake hand goes faster and faster, he pants as he imagines himself in the sacred position. he images himself reclining on the bed, as you slide ontop of him. he imagines himself filling you up with his thick cock. he pumps himself with long strides as his orgasm is near. “fuck” he whispers to himself. “i’m gonna cum.” with a few more harsh and fast pumps, he lets out a low pornographic moan and spills his hot liquid onto his hand and letter.

i don’t know if this letter will ever reach you. i don’t know if you will even read it. but i think about you all the time jake. i hope this tour goes well and you are taking care of yourself just like how i imagine taking care of you <3

he sits there catching his breathe and reliving the sexy show he just put on from a fan letter. after he manages to catch his breathe he folds the mail neatly and puts it back into the envelope. jake tucks it away in his suitcase for him to look back act for the rest of the tour.

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a/n: i miss jake so much omg, anyways i hope you enjoyed reading my first enhypen fan fic, let me know if you liked it and as always tysm 444 reading. muah! - xo m

[supernotnatural2005]

Imagine sending Jensen a thread of filthy texts whilst watching him perform a gig 👀

AN: This was purely based off of this gif set. Because hot damn!!! 🥵🥵

Warnings: Language, suggestive texts, smutty thoughts - 18+ ONLY

Main Masterlist

Jensen's Masterlist

You stood at the back of the crowd, figuratively keeping your head down as you quietly supported your boyfriend’s band, Radio Company. 

Jensen had a lot of fans, even in your hometown of Austin, and you wanted to keep a low profile so as not to draw any attention to yourself. You were not a celebrity by any means, maybe now by proxy because of your relationship with him, but still, you liked to maintain your privacy. 

Jensen just handled the attention better; he was a natural. Maybe it was for the fact he’d been in the limelight for the better part of over 3 decades, but you think it was also because he was just so genuine. You truly admired him for it. Supernatural had created such a loving and welcoming fanbase that exceeded even beyond the show's eventual end. 

It was incredible to witness and even be a part of for the last few years. So it was no surprise to you that they would support him with his other talents. 

You watched on in astonishment, as per usual, as he sang the last lines of their song—Drowning. One of your personal favourites because it showcased just how beautiful Jensen’s voice really was. He never ceased to amaze you, even now, nearing the 4 years you’d been together.

However, you too enjoyed keeping him on his toes. It was only fair. Though, the way he looked up there, glistening with sweat from his efforts and from the August heatwave up here in Austin; his sleeveless arms gloriously tanned and toned, his longer locks damp and slicked back with a casual hand and bearded jaw. He was only to blame for what you did next. 

You pulled out your phone as the band took a mini break to take a drink and talk to the crowd and opened your text thread with Jensen. 

‘You have no idea how hot I am for you right now.’ 

‘What I’d give just to kiss you, to touch you, to taste you.’ 

‘I’m so wet for you I can feel it between my thighs, every time I move.’ 

‘I wish you could come find out what you do to me.’

The words kept coming, flowing through your thumbs as you tapped away at the keyboard, sending one after the other, getting filthier and filthier with each one. 

‘Fuck, I’m so horny I’d let you fuck me in the restroom after your set.’ 

‘Would you like that baby?’

‘Feel your big cock slip so easily inside me?’

You bit your lip, blushing at your boldness and the increasing wetness between your legs. You were only torturing yourself at this point, but as you looked up, you saw your boyfriend’s frown and him reaching for his phone in his jeans pocket. 

Your heart began to race, heat, other than from the warmth of the room, licking up your spine, tingling your fingers through to your toes. You watched his face go from confused to bewildered to mad. His jaw ticking and the tightening grip on the device were telltale signs you’d pushed his buttons. 

His eyes flicked quickly to where you stood in the back, flipping you off with a look that would only intimidate the unexpected. But you knew differently. That was a look that said, “You’re going to be punished for that when we get home.” The thought alone sent another thrill of excitement through you.

AN: oof 🥵😅 just a quick little impulsive imagine that hit me. But can you blame me! Look at him! 😍 (also as a side note: i have nothing against his wonderful family, this is just purely fiction.) As always, feedback is much appreciated! 💕

[yoredoesmore]

HOSHINA MOON HEADCANON! Highschool AU edition

a/n: fan fiction at the end ^^ i did not plan for this to become so sad this was supposed to be a “shy boyfriend hoshina headcanon” post, chat how did we lose the plot so badly 😭 i don’t choose the angst, the angst chooses me 😔

summary: "the moon needs the sun to shine” / “the sun is alone but still shines.”

genre: romance/angst [wc: 1,3k]

enjoy!

MOON HOSHINA˚⊹ – Who first took notice of you when you decided to become the Student Council President for the last year of highschool

MOON HOSHINA˚⊹ – Who thought that because he is the (good looking) Vice President, he could easily have you fall for him (he was wrong)

MOON HOSHINA˚⊹ – who found himself captivated by your kind and sharp-witted personality

MOON HOSHINA˚⊹ – Who once saw you get hit on by some jerks and came to your rescue, only to end up frozen in place as he watched you calmly clock them with your words.

MOON HOSHINA˚⊹ – Who fell in love with you right then and there

“Oh, Vice President. I didn't see you there, is everything alright?” You asked, approaching Hoshina with a friendly smile on your face. Only seconds ago those lips were releasing the most brutal, malicious curses at the two students and now they were kindly greeting him.

MOON HOSHINA˚⊹ – Who came to you whenever he needed help with some documents or other tasks, even though he was more than capable to work on them on his own, simply to see you more since you were in separate classes

MOON HOSHINA˚⊹ – Who admired you for always giving 100% and helping out wherever possible. Yet at the same time it felt like you were miles away from him and never depended on his support.

MOON HOSHINA˚⊹ – Who made sure to pass by your classroom every opportunity given. He had to go to the bathroom? Instead of using the one closer to his class, he would walk all the way past yours in hopes that he'd randomly meet you in the hallway.

MOON HOSHINA˚⊹ – Who felt like the moon, admiring the sun

MOON HOSHINA˚⊹ – Who, despite having the fattest crush on you, keeps his distance when talking or walking together, since he feels like there is a wall separating your worlds.

MOON HOSHINA˚⊹ – Who praises you when you do a great job, wanting you to know that none of your efforts are going unnoticed.

MOON HOSHINA˚⊹ – who talks to Mina about his concerns, worries and all the cute interactions you two share

WINGLADY MINA˚⊹ – Who pretends to have an important appointment in the evening and asks you to take care of the leftover paper work by yourself (she had promised to help you a couple days ago). You agree, unable to deny the sweet smile of your friend, and get ready to stay behind alone. But upon entering the small office you see Hoshina waiting for you.

MOON HOSHINA˚⊹ – Who sits in silence, working on the papers in front of him while trying not to lose his mind. The two of you are sitting right next to each other, working on some details for the summer festival.

MOON HOSHINA˚⊹ – Who wants to confess his love for you so badly but is scared that you will reject him. As you finish up, he quietly packs his bag, ready to go home, when he notices you still being seated.

“Is everything alright?” His voice was laced in a mild layer of concern. Your gaze remained focused on the desk for a little longer, your mind lost in thoughts, before you looked back up at him.

“I’m sorry..I was just thinking about something..” The subtle sound of paper moving and pencils clicking filled the silent room. Something in your presence had changed, Hoshina could feel it, but he wasn't sure what it was. Your movements were slow and delayed, as if they were trying to prevent something..but what?

Even the expression on your face hung low, missing all its colors or enthusiasm.

Did something happen?

Whenever you came to submit your work you would meet the Vice President with a shining smile which displayed your pride. But now none of that joy remained.

At first Hoshina believed it was because of the late hours that were pulling on both your strength but then a thought ripped through his head. As you stood up from your seat you were suddenly met with the male standing right in front of you, his sudden appearance suddenly startling you.

“Is everything al–”

“You really are something, Y/n.” Hoshina said, a smile sitting on his face. His eyes were filled with amaze and admiration, a deep passion directed solely ar you. The way his eyes shone, like the reflection of stars on the calm sea, it made your heart beat uncontrollably.

“I..where is this coming from??” This was the first time Hoshina has experienced you in such a flustered state. Normally it was you who would have this effect on him.

“Let me walk you home.” Was all he said before turning on his heels and opening the door for you, waiting for your stunned body to defrost.

The walk home was calm and warm, yet borderline awkward. Neither of you said anything as you strolled through the dimly lit streets. You had long collected yourself from the shock, yet the surprised feeling still lingered on your heart.

“You really are something, Y/n.”

Those words had come out of nowhere? Hoshina was not the type to say something so sincere out of the blue and that did not sound like a “good job” praise either.

And that look on his face..

Have you ever gazed upon such dreamy eyes? Painted by such soothing colors? It was a view out of a dream.

You were so lost in thoughts that you hadn't even noticed that Hoshina stopped moving a while ago. As you came back to it, there had already been a noticeable distance created between the two of you. Your eyes locked with his, causing the tension from before to reappear.

“Hoshina..?”

“Yer shine is so bright..sometimes I have to take a step back to admire it all.” He spoke softly, not moving from his place.

“Will you allow me to admire you from up close, Y/n?”

Admire you from..up close?

“I'm sorry, please forget what I said..”

Hoshina shut you off before you could say anything, walking right past you as if nothing happened. He always did that, keeping his distance, only allowing you to get close when he felt like it.

An uneasy sensation spread through your chest as you watched him distance himself further and further away from you.

“You keep distancing yourself further and further away from me..” Your hands reached out for his, preventing him from taking another step. Hoshina's eyes widened upon seeing the distraught look on your face, his heart sinking into his gut.

“What is the use of me shining so bright when there is no one to absorb the light?”

An unexplainable tension lingered around your bodies, slowly suffocating you. There were so many things on your mind, thoughts, wishes, worries– an entire collection of emotions– and the same reflected in Hoshina's eyes.

The wind gently pulled on your skin, messing up a few strands of your hair.

You suddenly felt his gentle hands on your cheeks, caressing your face in careful motions.

All came to a temporary still stand as Hoshina looked you deep into the eyes, before capturing your lips in a soft kiss. The sensation felt oddly comforting. You melted in his arms and allowed your heart to rest safely in his embrace. Upon pulling away, you noticed the soft smile that tugged on his lips from before.

“You are my sun. Your light will always reach me, no matter what.”

a/n: ik highschoolers don't talk like that but this is just some silly writing practice (want to improve my skill) and i wanted to go for a different plot setting this time!

for those who don't get it, hoshina feels like he isn't putting enough work into his role as vice president and y/n admits that she's only working so hard because of Hoshina's praise and she wants his recognition

[corydora-writes]

Baby Bird

Summary: You tell Dick that you're carrying the essence of new life.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Plus Size Female Reader.

A/N: Writing self-indulgent fan fiction has been a source of comfort for me and a private outlet for my feelings. This particular piece was penned two years ago when I was expecting my baby girl and coping with the absence of her father. Fairies held a special place in my heart at that time, which is why the reader (you) is of fairy and human lineage in the story. After revisiting my writing works, I've decided to share it with you. I hope it brings you some joy! x

Word Count: 945

After debriefing with the Titans, Dick found spare time to call you. Not a second went by that he didn't think of you. Your absence each second was arduous. Eternal.  He grabbed the phone from his locker, and the screen lit up, showcasing a candid photo he had taken of you at a community carnival event for low-income families in Bludhaven.  The trace of a smile broke the grime line of his lips as he recalled your effort and determination, actions that spoke of passion, of zest to help those downtrodden by a system. Seeing you embrace the children had flickered to life a sudden longing and desire for a family.  Not wanting to waste more time in his reveries, Dick dialed you.  "My love," you said and sighed in relief. "What a relief to hear from you and a surprise."  "Our briefing tonight was, well, brief," Dick joked, and he heard you giggle. Your laughter was a joyful, melodic sound, and Dick found himself joining you in a wide smile.  "I miss you every second of the day," you said with heartfelt sincerity.  "Hey, me too," Dick replied.  "Now that I've stepped down as Moonbow, I have spent a lot of time at the clinic," your voice softened, and Dick sensed a hint of cheer in your voice. He wondered if you reconciled with stepping down as a superhero. He recalled comforting you when you were distraught and inexplicably felt out of touch with your powers.  "You don't sound as upset about it as you were before I left," he said.  "Dick," you uttered his name so softly that it felt like you were there caressing him. "I need to see you, please. Even if it's for a minute." There was an urgent tone in your voice, and Dick felt his stomach drop.  "I'm all yours," he said.  As you both closed your eyes, fully focused on establishing a connection that would enable teleportation, you could feel the energy buzzing around you. After mere seconds, Dick sensed a familiar presence and, as he opened his eyes, he was astonished to see you standing just a few feet away. In that moment, you appeared in your fairy form, with delicate, gossamer wings and pointy ears peeking through your hair. You wore a long sky blue neck halter gown that modeled every curve of your body from your neck to a line below your hips, then flared out into a flowing skirt. The sight of your ethereal beauty could make anyone halt to admire you.  You stood there absolutely silent as if contemplating what you needed to tell Dick. Then, as though you made up your mind to something, your lips parted in an inviting smile, and with your smile, the whole ambient of the dull room changed. It became alive, animated, and comforting.  Not wanting to waste further seconds, you ran to Dick, and he wrapped his arms around you. He relished your perfume's delightful languor and aroma that enthralled his senses.  He let you go and looked at him, and a weight settled in Dick's gut.  You reached out to lock your arms around Dick's neck and gently rubbed your thumbs on his neck in a tender caress. 

"Your daughter and I need you to return to us safely," you whispered lovingly.  Your words echoed in his mind until it settled, and the cognizance kicked in. His chest brimmed with profound love and affection. 

"I'm going to be a father?" 

You nodded and smiled with encouragement. Your eyes were warm and comforting. 

Dick answered the passion rising inside him, bent his head slightly to you, and kissed you full on the lips. His pulse began to pound like thunder in his ears. It was clear to him, as he reveled in the passionate kiss, that he had been without your intimacy for far too long.  The kiss was gentle, cajoling, yet resolute. His hands grasped the back of your waist and coaxed you against his solid, toned chest.  When at last your mouth lifted, setting him free, you let your forehead drop to his shoulder that was bulky from the armor of his suit. "I don't want to let you go," Dick said eventually. He sounded far from pleased by the fact. "I don't want to leave my family."  "Me either," you answered softly. "But we will be waiting for you." You let go of Dick and stepped back. You held your hands out and put both palms on each other to manipulate energy. You released your palm to reveal a blue hyacinth.  "Our daughter has an affinity for harvesting and agriculture," you began, "and she made this grow as soon as I had mentioned that I wanted to see you, so I think this is for you."  You held out the hyacinth to him, and he graciously took it. His gaze was filled with adoration for you and your daughter. He lowered his head to your growing belly and said, "Thank you for the gift, my blossom. I already adore you and can't wait to spend more time with you and sing the lullabies your grandparents sang to me." 

His attention shifted to the second stem sprouting and blooming from the same hyacinth planter. 

"I think that means she approves and loves the idea," you added cheerfully. Dick turned his gaze on you and stood in absolute awe of what he'd just witnessed. He already loved his daughter.

"Dick!" Raven shouted from above the room and interrupted their moment.  Dick frowned as he knew it was time to leave.  "I will come back, I promise," he said, striving to keep his tone neutral. It was a promise that he swore to uphold.

[yelenasdiary]

Little rant but…

You say you love fan fiction but like 90% of you only focus on one genre. So I just wanted to give a friendly reminder to all of you amazing writers who are putting in time and effort into your angst, dark and fluff Fics.

Your work is AMAZING!! I know it’s really, really hard to not let the low notes and lack of engagement get to you. It’s hard asf. Especially when you see smut getting all the attention.

Smut is fun. It’s not a bad thing, but it’s not as creative as the ideas you have for your fluffy series or your angsty one shot.

If you feel pressured to include smut just to gain interaction on your work, I’m truly sorry. It honestly sucks that this is what it has become. You do not need to include smut for your work to be interesting and fun.

If you’re a follower or fellow reader who only cares for smut related content, that’s completely okay. You do you, but if you’re a follower who enjoys all kinds of Fics, I am begging you, please, please let the authors know.

Not only have I noticed this but I’m sure others have too but the absolute lack of engagement on non smut Fics is so disheartening. Why is smut more exciting for you? Why do you feel the need to gush over smut and give the bare minimum to other genres? I’m not trying to have a go here, I’m genuinely curious as to why smut is all fan fiction is good for right now? Do you not get bored do the same storyline’s? The same kinks?

I’m not saying you gotta like/reblog everything you see but for the sake of all the authors who are having second thoughts about their work, let them know you enjoyed their content! Leave that comment, even if it’s just “this was great!!”, reblog that work! Like that work! Leave that constructive criticism, just please stop giving the bare minimum. It’s slowly killing your entertainment.

[diceramblesaboutocs]

Undirected Connection || Idia x Reader || Prologue

Author’s note: This is more of a premise or prologue. I haven’t ever really posted any of my writing officially and I wanted to do something light first. So I hope to give this more “chapters”. I want this to be more soft and friendship oriented but hey, we will see where it goes. Also the mandatory: English isn't my native language so...

Rating: Teen Pairing: Idia/Reader Words: 905 Tags: GenderNeutral Reader - Reader is from Ignihyde - Cat and mouse chase dynamic.

Summary:  "Dear students of NRC, Ever wanted your favorite actress or actor to wish you good night? Do you need a little encouragement for the finals? Or maybe you want them to say those sweet "well, well, well"s with their seductive voice to spice up your evening?

I, Litae, will humbly grant your prayer and wishes. Give me your desired voice (an actor, a character (must be a public figure)) and guidelines what would you want them to say only to you

2 thaumarks, a personal greeting for you

5 thaumarks, 30s clip.

NO NSFW content.

Payment will be handled via the Cave of Wonders app."

"You can do it, Idia! You'll be fine! Good night and sleep well tonight!"

The familiar voice of Idia's favorite idol echoed in the dim room as the call ended. This has been going on for a month now. Azul had cornered him in the board game clubroom after the session. He started to offer the most ridiculous things for Idia so that he would help him locate some mysterious entrepreneur. This entrepreneur known as Litae had taken the NRC campus by storm in just a week. And the Octavinelle housewarden smelled an opportunity for a great investment in that. A promise of financial gain.

Idia first had offered to create a voice generation software for him, but Azul declined. He wanted the real deal. Why create a rival when you can blackmail the original creator to join his team. Or as the merman had put it: Offer a safe working environment and stable income. Idia wanted to escape the situation, but seemed that the only way to do that was to agree to help his clubmate.

He started his research. It started from small testing, paying this Litae to give him a greeting or a small clip. To see if he could use a voice recognition software to find patterns, a recurring pitch or to see if the voice was generated by a computer. All coming back almost negative. There were some small recurring patterns, but not enough to pinpoint anyone exactly. And the voice wasn't AI generated either. Or if it was, it was a highly sophisticated model.

He asked Litae to voice different actors. Then fictional characters and lastly… one of his favorite characters from Sled over Heels. Why not indulge himself a bit? To have a high quality personalized greeting from his favorite character would make his heart flutter. And it did. A little bit of greetings there and a little bit of encouragement here. Like before the public speech he had at the cultural fair. (Not that he was going to speak in public, he made a high end text to speech software to avoid that.)

Then came the calls. Litae started offering short calls, improvised calls for the students. For Idia, it was downhill from there… He was addicted. ***

2 months ago

It all started when it was announced that the Star Rogue: Remake Galaxy would be exclusive on the newly launched Wonderlink console. [Y/N] had been a long time fan of the game series and finally it was getting the recognition that it deserved. But there was a problem… A financial one. They could buy the game, sure, but they didn't have the console. They needed a plan on how to get money. Something easy. Something so low effort that they could do it while keeping up with their studies.

A couple of days had passed. During a break they had a conversation with their fellow dormmates about the wake up call tracks. They remembered those from old radio shows. The voice actors acted as their characters and recorded a set of different versions of wake up notifications. People ate them all up, trying to get hold of those radio show tracks. They would dissect the lines and share them online. And that's where the idea began in [Y/N]'s head.

Like a strike of fate, it was perfect. Outer appearance of [Y/N] was that of a normal human, but they had the blood of a changeling fae in them. It wasn't much, but enough. The influence from a few generations past would act up sometimes. Whenever magic was flowing strong around them, their appearance changed randomly if not deliberately focused on anything. They had a special medication for it. That they didn't give themselves gills without thinking and suffocated. That was a rare thing to begin with but better safe than sorry. After all, in a magic school with all the students blasting spells, it could get hectic. Stronger the magic, the bigger the change could be.

On its own it was more of a parlor trick, to change one's hair color, or transform their teeth sharp… Or change their voice. They researched the best way to handle the transfer of money and got an old smartphone from the lost and found. Being an Ignihyde student, they knew the lengths to which the digital footprint could be tracked. They couldn't be too cautious. They didn't want others to know about this idea, about them doing it or that they had such a gift from their ancestors. Who would trust a descendant of a changeling after all?

After two weeks of planning, the plan went into motion. They made a separate email account on their "work" phone and sent an advert to the whole student body of NRC. ***

"Dear students of NRC,

Ever wanted your favorite actress or actor to wish you good night?

Do you need a little encouragement for the finals? Or maybe you want them to say those sweet "well, well, well"s with their seductive voice to spice up your evening?

I, Litae, will humbly grant your prayer and wishes.

Give me your desired voice (an actor, a character (must be a public figure)) and guidelines what would you want them to say only to you

2 thaumarks, a personal greeting for you

5 thaumarks, 30s clip.

NO NSFW content.

Payment will be handled via the Cave of Wonders app."

[the-shipper-center]

Spreading misinformation about people liking a fictional dragon child or something doesn’t make you some kind of hero—it just shows how little you understand about the difference between reality and fiction. Imagine thinking you’re protecting anyone by accusing people of being creeps over anime characters 💀💀

Lolicons aren’t inherently harmful or tied to real-life issues, but by dodging the actual topic and appealing to shock value, you’re misleading people and fueling baseless hate. Worse, you’re trivializing real discussions about child safety for clout—because addressing real predators takes effort, but dunking on anime fans is low-hanging fruit, right?

And now you’re flexing about the 'angry lolicons' in your replies like it’s a win. Bro, nobody’s mad because you’re 'cringe'; they’re mad because you’re wrong and don't want to admit it 🙏🙏

Stop chasing clout with moral outrage and start addressing real issues. Fictional characters don’t need saving.

[bernard-is-tired]

What are they going to do with the robins in the absolute universe? What if they were all kids at the neighbor YMCA that Bruce volunteers at?

Dick used to go all the time, but now he’s grown and moved to Bloodhaven. Bruce helped him get scholarships for college, plus he fostered Dick for the last few years of high school after his folks died.

Bruce actually knew Jason’s parents back in highschool, he’s just a kid. He couldn’t hold it against him when he caught the kid stealing his tires, but he did make him put them back on. Bruce is well aware of the people his parents are and he wasn’t going to let Jason die in the streets. Now he works at Bruce’s gym and trade school just like Bruce.

Tim Drake quickly realized that the kinda scary boxing coach at the YMCA was the Batman after someone live-streamed a Batman fight. Bruce didn’t know what to do when this kid trapped him in his office demanding to be his sidekick or less he’d leave him in there.

[danopdf]

Confessional - [Gene “Doc” Roe/Renée Lemaire] SMUT

Synopsis: Gene goes to visit Renée again, and he really just needs to get out of his own head for a few minutes.

Warnings: PURE SMUT, fem receiving, oral, fingering, squirting, sex in a church/confessional booth, sex with some feelings, having sex instead of dealing with problems.

Words: 1161

A/n: they are then only semi-straight couple in the show (other than Harry + Kitty) that I accept, and I love them… so have some smut. NOT re-read, I had an idea and ran w/ it. This will be cross-posted in my ao3 later!

this is based off the fictional character(s) portrayed by the actor(s) in the show band of brothers, with no disrespect toward the real life veterans or hero’s.

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The second Gene can steal Renée away she’s sat in the confessional booth and her feet are planted on either side of the door Gene had unceremoniously pushed her through.

But then Gene is on his knees and pulling her lips apart, and suddenly every word of “Gene nous travaillons!” (Gene, we’re working!) dies on her tongue, the second his sinful lips wrap around her clit and he sucks and mouths at her pussy like it’s his last meal.

Thank you, Lord, for nurses. Gene thinks to himself as he looks up at Renée, her head tilted back against the ornate wood and her neck and collar flushing with her efforts to smother her moans and whines in her bitten lower lip.

Renée may be the best thing Gene’s tasted since Easy arrived in Bastogne and he’s sure to take his fair share, curling his tongue to draw more out of her; more slick, more flavour, more moans and squeaks. He’s slurping obscenely at her clit and hole. She writhes under his mouth and her delicate hand grabs Eugene’s short black hair when he leaves a particularly dirty French kiss to her entrance, that has her seeing stars.

“F-Fu-uck! Ge-Gene-Eugene!”

“C'est tout, belle infirmière, soyez bruyante pour moi.” (that’s it pretty nurse, be loud for me), he mutters against her slick folds, as Renée writhes from the vibrations of his words, her blunt, bloody nails against his scalp.

He laps at her with broad strokes of his tongue, and Renée pulls at his short hair, her fingers slipping through it as she grasps for something to hold on to. She bucks her hips up, rubbing herself on Genes face, and panting softly with each brush her clit gives his cold nose.

“M-more, Gene more- pl-please!” She begs, her voice high. Gene pants against her, hot breath fanning over her wet lips, and he moans at her heady taste when he starts to flick his tongue in and out of her tight hole.

“Oh- OH!~” Renée’s boot kicks against the wall behind him and her legs close against his head, keeping him trapped right where he needs to be.

Gene is relentless as he buries further into Renée’s pussy, and when his nose gets tickled by the tuft of blonde curls on her crotch, he knows he’s as deep as he can get. The medic wriggles his tongue and laps at her slick with practiced ease, and it makes Renée’s toes curl.

“T-there! J-just a little more-!” Her breath is loud and laboured as the blonde feels that pressure building inside her, and the lewd slurps Gene is giving her cunt brings ger that much closer.

Renée keens high and sad when Gene pulls back and replaces his tongue with his thumb, pressing gently around her entrance.

“Will you be a good nurse, and come for me, Renée?” Gene’s voice is low and thick, the heavy drawl making Renée’s head tilt back as she nods, grabbing at his shoulders and pulling on the straps of his uniform.

“Fuck- I promise, Gene!~”

Gene wraps his lips around her clit and pushes two rough fingers deep inside her. The slick arousal makes it an easy welcome, and he’s quick to search out that bundle of nerves, and tap it like he’s using Morse code.

Renée’s toes curl in her boots, and her head thuds against the back of the confessional booth as her fingers grasp blindly at the walls beside them.

One… two… there! There, right there! Gene chants in his mind, feeling Renée tighten around his fingers, and start to shake in front of him. He feels accomplished as she comes with a breathy cry of his name, over and over. But he feels something deeper pull at his cock when the first little splash bursts from around his fingers.

“Ah!~” Renée gasps, her thighs shaking as Gene works her through her orgasm, and into something more. Something that has her feeling fuzzy, and warm under his touch.

Gene moves his thumb to replace the movements on the French woman’s clit and opens his thin lips around her hole, to greedily drink up the clear liquid she expels with each clench of her walls, and each soft cry of pleasure.

When Renée goes dry and starts to shuffle in discomfort, Gene pulls his hands away from her, and gives a final gentle kiss to her puffy clit, before sitting back on his haunches, wiping at his mouth.

Renée leans against the wall behind her. Shaky legs dropping from the walls, and her hands fall to sit limply at her sides. Her chest heaves and her hair is a mess- she must’ve been running her hands through it- Gene thinks, not having paid much attention to her, other than how she tasted.

The blonde shakily pulls her blue bandana from her hair and leans down slowly, and gently wipes at Gene’s mouth and lower half of his face, clearing the slick from it. His pale lower lip bounces with the gentle wipes, and he sits obediently at her feet, his lips slightly parted.

“Are you alright, Eugene?” Her tone is so gentle as the nurse cradles the medics thin cheeks, too thin since they’ve been stationed in Bastogne.

“Fine.” He says quickly, before pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of Renée’s wrist, “I just- I needed to get out of my own head for a moment… it just gets too much sometimes.”

Renée smiles gently down at him and, using her gentle grip on his face, kissing him softly. Gene sighs into the kiss and lets her gently roll their tongues together, gathering every ounce of his exhaustion, and bringing it into herself- along with her own salty taste.

When they pull back, there’s a few thin strands of saliva between them, and Renée wipes them gently away with her dry fingertips.

“I get to sleep tonight. There are a few nurses beds in the back, would you like to lay with me?”

Gene mulls over her words, the call of a real bed, with a blanket thicker than the army ones, and the warmth of another, softer person… it wipes away all thoughts of the mortars and foxholes. And Gene allows himself to be selfish for once.

“Please…” his voice is barely a whisper. The beautiful nurse simply smiles and shimmies down her panties, pulling them over her shoes and holding them in one hand, using the other to flip her skirts and apron down. She looks at Gene for a moment and nearly thinks better, but carefully Renée unbuttons Gene’s breast pocket and packs the underwear inside, just barely making the pocket bulge out- though nothing that couldn’t be written off as extra gauze.

“Pour vouz…” Renée whispers, pressing their chilled lips together again, before standing and gently hauling Gene to his feet, pulling him into a tight hug. One last bit off closeness before they must brave the world again.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

i see there's shipping discussion occurring in your ask box so i figure i'll throw in my two cents as well!

i used to be a REALLY heavy shipper, in exactly that shallow "reduce their personalities to the concept of kissing each other" way that tons of people are complaining about. i wouldn't get into ship wars or harass people or anything, but i was totally the kind of person who you couldn't just have a level character discussion with— because i would be pretty intent on just going through the motions with whatever best friend or acquaintance I'd decided they had a huge crush on.

by contrast now my biggest most important "ships" end up all being somewhere between 3-5 people with a lot of care put into the nuances of each connection on the relationship chart— i still refer to them as poly ships (as a shorthand mostly), but of the 3 to 10 different relationships between the characters, i usually only see a few of them as romantic or sexual, with the majority a lot closer to a found family or queerplatonic sort of vibe

honestly i think the biggest reason for the reductive style of shipping was that 1) i wasn't as skilled a writer then as i am now, so i wasn't really sure how to really retain all of the features of a character that i liked, and 2) i wanted the biggest feelings IMMEDIATELY and there's some kind of instant gratification to shipping where the end goal is for them to kiss and you can just draw/write/think about them kissing and you're done.

it's kind of like the instant ramen of fictional relationships to me. it's kind of "one size fits all", low writing skill requirement, low effort, really really fast and easy, and ultimately not really that rewarding at the end of it. and just like how real actual ramen exists separately from instant noodle cups, it IS possible to write a really amazing and beautiful and deep romantic ship fic that successfully plays off of the kinds of people these characters are, but ramen still isn't the end-all be-all of relationships! there are so many different hypothetical dishes that could be made with the same characters!

and my personal favorite is polyqueerplatonic ships for this very reason, because with just a few characters you can get a whole diverse array of interactions and dynamics!!

anyway tldr; i think romantic shipping is fun, and even "cheap" reductive romantic shipping can be fun, but (to return to my instant noodles metaphor) it would be reasonably upsetting to attend an awesome community potluck only to find like 90% cup noodles. and the people serving the cup noodles frown at you whenever you ask if anyone's serving like, gourmet spaghetti or dumplings or something.

so just know that if you're bringing your silly "ouhhh they should kiss" fan works to the fandom, you're appreciated and I'm glad you're having fun, and if you're bringing the super precisely thought-out nuanced relationship fan works to the fandom, you are ALSO so appreciated and additionally i really wish there were more of you in my own fandoms.

flashbacks to the time i looked up a ship that i THOUGHT was pretty popular but it only had like 230 works on AO3 at the time and basically all of them were romantic instead of my hyper-specific one-sided queerplatonic one-sided fully platonic thing i had pictured in my mind....

Okay, as someone who has tried their hand at writing slow burn in the past, I totally get the instant gratification thing. "You know when would be a good time for them to kiss? NOW"

I'd get frustrated at my own characters for not just making out already and I was the one writing them not making out lmao

[olderthannetfic]

I remember when I was first getting into kink, I really fell for the "slippery slope" nonsense. I would find something in fiction that I thought was the coolest hottest, most extreme thing I'd ever seen and I'd love it, and then I'd follow a trail of links from that to something a little more extreme and thing that was the hottest, most extreme thing I had ever seen and I'd love that. Etc etc.

So I started wondering when does it stop? Surely, I'll just keep ramping up the extremity until I'm wanking to stuff that's well beyond what I actually think is hot, and surely at some point the only remaining threshold of extremity will be to take it into real life and start doing hurtful things to real people.

But it doesn't work that way. The escalation I was seeing was simply a discovery process of starting low and working up until I actually found my comfort threshold, and it didn;t take any effort to stop there because once I found it that was where I settled in.

It turns out that nothing is really too extreme for me in fiction (barring a few odd squicks that have nothing to do with extremity) and that I enjoy very light BDSM in real life. The "slippery slope" was just a methodical, no-surprises way of figuring that out.

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Hah. Yes.

It's also really funny to me because I think 99% of shippy fic is basically the same template with different set dressing:

The OTP does some kink that they're both into or at least both into by the end of the fic. Everyone ends up okay.

Or maybe it's about trauma, but it's very much in that woobiefic way where the reader and author are clearly super into the character and like watching them hurt because that's their fave.

Many a normally-squeamish fan is shocked, shocked I say, to discover that they like extremely bloody stories as long as they're about Deadpool or Jack Harkness doing freaky things with no consequences. Turns out, it isn't snuff or maiming that's the issue: it's sad endings.

But show that same fan some of the brutal superheroine depowering noncon from amateur erotica sites far outside of AO3's sphere, and they'll often recoil. Here, the vibe is sometimes that the audience likes watching the protagonist suffer because they hate them instead of because they love them, and ending in trauma and horror is the point. (Still doesn't make you a serial killer, but the vibe is definitely different from your average AO3 fanfic.)

A n00b to kinky stuff will often focus on the presence of blood or piss or a technical lack of consent more than on the underlying psychological aspects and so will see certain stories as radically more extreme than the last where I would see basically the same dynamic at the same intensity with slightly different props.

[syndxlla]

best friends don’t look at each other the way we do

A low stakes, high reward and self-indulgent Zelink fan fiction. Canon-compliant. Takes place between both and totk

Chapter Six: This is Home

Read chapter five here

My masterlist

Song: Run To You by Leah Michele

Summary: Link is brought on to investigate a new strange monster plaguing the farmers in Hateno. He is faced with a new type of post-traumatic experience he doesn’t expect to have.

Warnings: canon-typical violence, suspense and horror, PTSD, squint and theres very base-line sexual content, GRAPHIC descriptions of animal mutilations!

Word Count: 3.5k words

Authors Note: I didn’t update for two and a half months and said “lemme give you guys the best chapter yet” (imo). Thank you for being patient with me. I restarted school, closed one musical, opened and closed a 30 performance long run of another musical and literally fell in love with a man 16-years-older than me in that time lol. Also I wrote this in one sitting and I’m starting chapter 7 now 🫡. Its unedited be nice.

Also please do not make fun of me for using a Leah Michele song for this chapter its so good and it works really good so just shut up. Kloveyoubye

The summer starts to get hotter. A week passes and nothing changes, neither of them ever address the hand holding, Link is fixing the hole in the roof and Zelda is reteaching herself how to fix a clock, an activity she originally learned at the age of seven. Everything is so normal, the sun starts to set a little later, and the fireflies have started hatching.

Link never really thought he would end up in a position to do housework. He tried to get Bolson to fix the hole before Link bought it, but it would take a certain number of wood piles and when Link went out to get them he got a little distracted. And by distracted he means ending the sandstorm in the desert caused by the Divine Beast. It just got put on the back burner, and now here he is, using basic tools to hammer in new shingles. He wipes his brow, his shirt off again. He takes a look at the hammer in his hand, thinking about the savage Lynel sword that same hand has swung.

The passage of time is weird.

Maybe he does want to go back to work. Going from Demon slayer to roof repairman in two and a half weeks is a little jarring.

He hears a groan of frustration from inside the house, and makes his way inside, where it's much cooler.

“Everything alright?” He asks, looking at the girl who’s hunched over the kitchen table.

“No, this is absurd.” She slams the machine on the kitchen table. “I can’t remember how to do the most basic thing in engineering ever.” She frowns.

Link chuckles and places a dirty hand on her shoulder as he walks past her. He moves to the water basin and wets a cloth that he wraps around his neck. “I don’t know the first thing about that stuff, so you have me beat.” He shrugs. “Man, what I would give for an hour at Lurelin right now. Or better yet a weekend at Tabantha. I bet the weather there is a comfortable 60 degrees.” He sighs. Trying to slyly put the worm in Zelda’s ear about a possible trip.

Zelda groans, “I agree. I don’t remember it getting this hot.”

“This is just the beginning, wait until it’s the midsummer festival.”

“A festival?” Zelda’s face lights up.

Link nods, “It’s something they started about thirty years ago. It’s right here in Hateno. People from all parts of the kingdom will travel for it.” Link drinks some water, leading against the counter at the hip. Zelda makes special effort not to admire how his obliques curved. “There’s music and dancing, it’s quite fun. I was invited last year as a special guest. The “chosen hero” or something like that.” Link shrugs.

At that moment they hear a sharp knock on their door. It startles both of them. Link moves to answer it, setting the rag and cup down.

“Dantz, what is it?” Link says as he opens the door to a distressed farmer.

“Master Link, so good to see you,” His voice is shaky, “I didn’t know who else to go to.” Link listens more intently, Zelda even stands. “Two more of my cattle have been killed. When I heard you were back in town I knew you could help me. I don’t know who—or what—is killing them, but it's not a moblin. It’s something darker.” He’s speaking a mile a minute.

“Slow down,” Link stops him, “When did this happen?”

“In the night, I came here as soon as I could. They were covered in something… unnatural. Please, Link.”

Link turns back to look at Zelda. “Stay here.”

“What? No. I’ll come with you!” She moves to him and Link stops her. If this is anything like what Cado saw at the castle, he didn’t want her to be anywhere near it.

Link completely turns around and puts his hands on her shoulders, “Zelda, you cannot.” He stays sternly.

“Why? You don’t have to baby me. I can help you.”

“Zel-“

“I’m better! Please don’t leave me-“ Before she finishes the sentence she’s falling back down, like she was going to faint again. She had gotten herself worked up and now her heart was weary again. Link catches her before she falls, her knees knocking together.

“Oh, Goddess.” Dantz says. “Should I help?” He asks and Link snaps, telling him ‘no’ a little too forcefully.

“Zel, come on, let's get you to bed.” He wraps her arm around his shoulder. “Dantz, I’ll be there within the hour. I’m sorry.” Link says in a calmer tone.

“I understand, Link.” He nods and turns to leave.

Zelda can’t get up the stairs and Link picks her up, carrying her up to her room. He places her in bed as she starts to cry.

“Hey, hey it’s okay.” He brushes her hair out of her face. She takes his hand.

“No. It’s not.” She replies. “Stop telling me it’s okay.” She groans. “It’s ridiculous that I can’t do anything without this happening.” It was the second time this week.

“I have to go help them.” His hand is held back by her, but she eventually lets it go.

He turns to leave her, pulling his green tunic over his messy hair, and getting ready for combat. He isn’t even anticipating a fight, but he wants to be ready. He puts his gloves on, and straps both his sword and shield to his back. He even gets his bow ready because he has no idea what it might be. It sounds serious.

It’s the first time he’s been entirely suited-up since the castle. He forgot how natural it feels. He forgot how much he felt like himself.

Zelda has gotten up and stands at the railing of the loft. “Be careful.” She says in a weak voice.

Link looks up at her, he wants to stay here with her and hold her and let her know that it's going to be okay. “Please rest.”

He walks out the door.

The cattle are lying dead in the corner of the pasture. Flies buzz around them. Dantz and Link examine the scene, a pit in both their stomachs.

“What could it be?” Dantz asks.

Link crouches down, getting a closer look. The gunk is a deep maroon color, almost like malice but thinner, almost like a glossy serum as opposed to a thick slime. Link takes a risk and touches a bit of it that was strewn across the grass, rubbing it between his fingers. It didn’t seem to hurt him the way malice did. He sniffs it, it’s rotten and foul. He gags almost immediately. Link wipes his hand off in the grass.

“I’ve never seen anything like this.” He admits. “And I’ve seen a lot.” This was only confirming his worst fears.

“The other ones that were killed were left like this too.” Dantz explains, “There isn’t even any meat taken out of them, only their eyes are gouged out.” He points out.

“Whatever is killing them is doing it for sport.” Link stands back up and folds his arms. “This is bizarre, I must say.” It was starting to be late afternoon, he still had a few hours of sunlight. “What did you do with the other ones that were killed?” Link asks.

“We tried to clean them up and butcher them for food. But the meat inside was rotten, like it was poisoned under the skin.”

Link hears a giggle from behind them and turns around to see the two daughters of the rancher watching them from behind a post. When he catches them staring they both hide.

“How old are your girls?” He asks.

“Siva is eighteen and Catli is sixteen.” Dantz replies. “They are my pride and joy, I can’t let anything bad happen to them.”

Link advances towards them, “Girls.” He smiles, charming as ever. They both sneak out from behind the post, sheepish and giddy. The older steps forward.

“You’re the hero.” She puts her hands behind her back. Link nods.

“Can you girls show me the edge of your property?” He asks, wanting to test a theory. They both happily nod and start to lead him, he notices especially how Siva looks at him as she walks by. She was very agreeable: long, dark and curly hair and alluring eyes. He follows them. They take him past the fence and through the forest, the younger chatting and asking questions about his quests and whatnot. He just smiles and nods, answering with basic “yes’” or “no’s”.

Link’s theory starts to prove right, he sees a set of two acorns on the ground, then a pair of two foot tracks, and eventually, at the end of the property, where two songbirds lay dead at the bottom of a tree, both covered in the same strange goop. Whatever this is, it’s looking for things in pairs. Like two sisters.

Link would never imagine putting these girls in danger, and would send them home in about an hour or two when it started to get dark, he just wanted to lure out whatever was killing with a pair.

He sat down at the base of a tree, and listened as the girls talked themselves up, clearly competing with one another for who can be the most impressive to the hero. Link decides to let them have their fun, it’s not like he was getting this attention from Zelda.

Zelda.

She’s all he could think about. He listens to the girls for a full hour, but doesn’t comprehend a word they’re saying because all he can do is think about the woman he left at home. He wishes he hadn’t left her home, she’s probably sad and lonely. Or maybe she isn’t, perhaps she’s enjoying some alone time. He doubted it, though. He was sure she was fuming at him for just leaving her, for going in such a rush. Proximity can cause problems, maybe this was good for them.

Link must have zoned out because all of a sudden the younger sister was gone, and he was left alone with Siva. This was dangerous territory.

“Where did your sister go?” He asks, clearly uncomfortable.

“Oh! I told her to go get her tapestry to show you! Of course.” Siva says in a tone that was a little too flirty for Link’s liking. She sits next to him, facing him. Link knew the look on her face, and he knew he should stand up and put an end to whatever was about to happen. “Because you know… now we’re alone.” She sighs and leans in.

Stop. Stop. Stop. He tells himself but doesn’t move, he lets her place her lips on his.

Link is not an experienced kisser. He’s had a few drunken nights in the last three years where he ended up in a Gerudo’s bedchamber or a stable-workers hideout, and while those were all agreeable experiences, he’s never actively sought them out. It was always nice to get the tension from his journey off, though.

Link makes the mistake of kissing her back, and she’s sighing into his touch and he’s pulling her in. Being alone with a woman he’s been in love with for three years and not being able to touch her or talk to her the way he wants to has left him with a lot of pent up energy, it felt good to get it out.

Link puts his fingers through her hair, and starts to kiss down her jawline and neck and she’s letting out the prettiest little sounds.

And then he starts to think about Zelda. The sounds Zelda would make, the feeling of her hair intertwined in his fingers, how her lips would feel against his…

Zelda.

Zelda.

“Zelda.” He sighs, and then Savi is pulling away.

“Hm?” She asks, and Link is dazed and confused, thinking with anything other than his brain. He doesn’t know how long they were kissing because suddenly it's much darker outside, and if Dantz caught them like this, Link would be the one hunted down and killed, not whatever monster is out there.

Link immediately feels stupid, this was a rookie mistake. He shouldn’t have let it happen.

“What?” He responds to her, and then out of the corner of his eye, he sees something run behind the tree. “Shit.” He jumps up. “You need to go. Right now.” He pushes her back towards the house. It wasn’t far, she’d be okay. “Please don’t tell anyone about this.”

She nods, also remembering their reason for being out here. She runs back home and Link shakes his head, trying to refocus. He sees it again, it’s fast, moving from tree to tree, but further away. Link grunts and starts to slowly follow it. He isn’t sure if it saw him. It’s tall, and it’s dark. He would guess it’s a Moblin by its size but it's much too fast to be a moblin. Perhaps a wizzrobe? But he could hear its feet on the grass. Link starts the stalk, prowling towards it like a predator.

He doesn’t think it knows he’s following, because he’s able to follow it halfway up Madorna Mountain before he accidentally steps on a branch that snaps loudly. Again, a rookie mistake. Link was out of practice, rusty. He silently curses himself for that. The beast turns around to look at Link, but he’s able to hide behind an oak tree. It was still a little light out, and the lights from down were getting smaller and smaller as they worked their way up the mountain.

Link stayed vigilant. It’s been a long time since he’s had to fight a new enemy, and he wasn’t sure how powerful this was going to be. It gets quiet, he doesn’t hear it move. Even with Link’s impaired hearing, he had a knack for the details, but not today, not now. A cricket chirps but it’s silenced halfway through its sound. The wind goes still. A cloud covers the moon.

He girds up, and moves from behind the tree to keep following it, but he’s met with a horrific sight.

The creature is standing there, about six feet away from Link.

It startles him. He’s met with a feeling of dread.

It’s tall, probably seven feet. It’s hunched down, a humanoid-sort of beast that looks like a shadow covered in the same maroon gloop as the animals.

Link freezes up, he is paralyzed with fear because he knows exactly what it is.

He knows who it is.

It opens its eyes, those awful, yellow, glowing eyes. He chuckles at Link and it fills his skull. It wasn’t quite human, like it was a pile of goo that was regaining its strength and slowly rebuilding itself into a human. Into a phantom.

They stare at one another, his laughter taunts Link. Link can hear his heartbeat in his ears. His palms start to sweat. He is met with the images of three weeks ago. The battle, the castle, the evil.

Ganon.

Or at least some form of him.

He doesn’t move, he just laughs at Link. The boy swallows, and he wants to run, but he rolls his shoulders back.

“Courage and Bravery are two different things.” Zelda’s words ring in his memory.

He grabs his sword.

The Master Sword unsheathes with a light ring, and it glows in the darkness.

In an instant, the monster is screeching and howling like a Lynel and melting away from the light of the sword. The pure power of the holy blade made the beast slowly melt into the ground, like an ice cube in the desert. It covered its eyes, and screlted into the forest, echoing no doubt into town.

Link walked closer to it, waving the blade, spinning it in his hand until the creature was completely put away.

Whatever that was, it isn’t very strong. It will surely get stronger, though. Link had a feeling this was not the end of it. It left behind a puddle of goop. Link’s stomach dropped when he realized why it was killing for sport and in pairs of two. It was probably seeking Him and Zelda. Unable to differentiate what living things were hylian and what was cattle or animals. The stealing of the eyes surely had something to do with it regaining its strength, but what?

How did it know to come look in Hateno already?

After sheathing the sword and thanking the Goddess, Link took a moment to bury the secretment. He still felt sick to his stomach. Why did he freeze up like that?

Maybe that final battle had more of an effect on him than he thought.

He heads home, explaining to Dantz what had happened and what he saw, sugar-coating it a little and just saying it was a ghost. Link wasn’t sure how long it would stay away for, but hopefully long enough he could talk to Impa about it. Clearly the Master Sword was protecting him. He made a special effort to avoid Savi.

When he gets home, he drops his equipment off, pulling his gloves and boots off and leaving it all in his little corner downstairs. He pulls his shirt off. He would sleep out with Epona again tonight, he would need to to avoid the nightmares. His Mare had that effect on him. The feeling of safety and home.

Zelda was asleep, snoring lightly in her bed. He stayed quiet and went to sit at the table, grabbing a baked apple to silence his rumbling stomach. Guilt washed over him as he remembered what he did today. Savi came onto him, but he knows he shouldn’t have let that happen. He was ashamed of his conduct.

The laughter of the phantom rang in his ears. Flashes of its grin and glowing eyes projected in his mind. He felt ill.

Link disassociated. He sat at the table for three hours and it went by in minutes.

What snaps him out of it are the screams of terror he hears from upstairs.

His mind immediately jumps to the worst possible situation. He grabs the master sword and sprints upstairs. He sees nothing but a scared girl, crying from a nightmare.

“Zelda, what is it?” He asks, setting the sword town and running to her. He kneels by her bed and takes her hand. “I’m here, what’s wrong.” He whispers.

“You’re here?”

“I’m here.”

“B-but. The guardian, it got you. It killed-”

“It was just a nightmare, it wasn’t real.” Link reassures her. “I’m here, breathing, alive as ever.”

Zelda shakes her head, she’s clearly so traumatized that she cannot differentiate dream from reality anymore, she probably thinks him saying that is the dream.

“Here, feel.” He grabs her hand and places it against his chest where his heart is. “Feel that?” He asks, “Bum-bum. Bum-bum.” He whispers. “That’s my heart. Its pumping, it's beating.” Zelda sobs and he pulls her into his chest. “It’s okay, I got you. I’m here.”

He holds her for a moment and then stands up, “I’ll get the stool if it will help you sleep.” He turns to go.

“Stay with me.” She asks, tears wetting his collarbone.

“I’ll be right here, I’ll grab the stool.” He says.

“No, stay with me.” She says, and gestures to the bed.

“What?”

“Please. I cannot sleep without you by my side. I’m too afraid I’m going to lose you again.” She sniffles.

“Zelda I can’t-“

“Why?” She asks. “Because of decorum? Because I’m royal? Because you don't want to get caught?” She picks up her hands ‘None of that matters anymore’ she signs.

Link nods, “Are you sure?”

“Please.” She pleads.

Link moves back to her, trying to control his racing heart. Zelda scoots over to she’s closer to the wall, and Link carefully crawls into the covers of the bed. There wasn’t a ton of room, there would be no way for them to lay in the bed without being in full contact. “Is this okay?” He asks as he pulls the covers up.

She nods.

“Hold me?” She asks.

Link looks at her and it takes every ounce of his self-control not to kiss her. He nods and lays his head down, his chest facing up. He pulls her into his chest, wrapping his left arm around her shoulders and his right arm over his stomach to her waist. She tries to control her breathing, and it gets easier as their hearts begin to sync up.

Link wants to cry too, because this is the safest he has felt in a hundred and three years. This is the most at home he has ever been. He mentally-pinches himself because he’s sure he’s dreaming. But he doesn’t wake up, in fact, he starts to fall into the deepest sleep he’s ever had.

Every muscle in his body starts to relax, his eyes get heavy, and the scent of the girl on his chest fills his dreams with images of fairy forests and gentle ocean waves and the time of day when the sun moves into twilight.

This is home.

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