#so i am expecting people to read too much

[dunmeshistash]

ive always wondered if milsiril's overprotectiveness of kabru was less because of infantilisation (although she def like all elves has that problem) and more so out of guilt. she was a captain of the canaries during the Utaya incident I believe and she witnessed what happened and she couldn't stop it. and she left the canaries because of it and took in the kid who was the Only survivor, raised him in extreme comfort so he'd never see the horrors again and didn't want him anywhere near the dungeons! like i think learning self defense for defenses sake would have made her hesitant but she would have obliged but because it was specifically for the dungeons she was so against it. also like he must have had a rough few years dealing with that trauma as well which doubled her protectiveness

I believe it's a mixture of both, I don't think you can really take away the guilt (actually unsure if that's the best word to describe it) nor the race relations from how Milsiril sees Kabru.

I am the Milsiril apologist ™ but the fact she see's Kabru as a child even now is a big part of their relationship, she's a mother that can't grow up (both for being an elf and for her own issues) and that has to cope with her children outgrowing her fast

Putting a read more cause as usual when it's about Milsiril I talk too much

We can see in every way Milsiril acts that she sees Kabru at most as a toddler during his time with her, she's hand feeding him, has him in a room full of toys and talks about him like he's a cute baby.

I think people are too mean about this side of Milsiril tbh. I think it makes her interesting and it's clear (to me at least) that she does her best to provide for her children even if she doesn't truly understands them. Even in that first interaction with Kabru where she's trying to hand feed him they were *already* training with swords beforehand.

Milsiril also talks to Kabru in a way that kinda seems to expect him to understand more than what a small child would like we can see in the AB extra

So her infantilization doesn't extend to underestimating him at least, rather I think that's how she shows affection (which is still bad 😭)

Anyway, about her trauma with the dungeon and guilt (or maybe shame? Fear?), I do think that was one of the motivations for her to take Kabru in as I said in this post (beware I am a Milsiril apologist and I am VERY biased in seeing her in a more positive light, doesn't mean it's true) but I think that side of her manifests in her sudden switches from crybaby mom to ruthless master

Milsiril is very emotionally unstable from what we can see, she's really trying to convince Kabru not to go into dungeons and when tears don't work she switches into training him so hard he'll give up on his own. I've seen people call this her "true colors" or say she was using "crocodile tears" but in my opnion both the tears and the threat are genuine, I don't think it's a planned switch but rather the fact she's unstable to begin with, both the crybaby mom and the scary swords master are her true self.

Anyway! I think both guilt and infantilization are intertwined in her love towards Kabru, I've said this before but she's a flawed caretaker in a world where she does not have the resources to become a better one. She's traumatized she's depressed and she's an elf, but she's the only one (that we know) willing to at least *try* to treat the people she cares for the correct way. If it wasn't for Milsiril Kabru would have been raised by elves like Rin was (and we know that went very bad, they traumatized her), and Mithrun might not have received the proper rehab he needed to go back into the canaries (He might have managed but we see Milsiril put in the effort to help him cope besides being the one to tell him about Utaya)

That is all to say: Milsiril is still flawed!! It's part of what I love about her, and it's the reason so many people dislike her too. I'm saying this cause sometimes when I go on my Milsiril rants I get asks putting down Kabru to raise her up and that's like, very uncomfortable lmao. Even if she did her best he still was the one that to deal with all of her shortfallings while being raised and he's still the one responsible for getting to where he is, she just made is easier than it could have been.

Disclaimer as is usual for my Milsiril posts: I'm a Milsiril fan, my interpretations of her are very charitable because I often see people being way too uncharitable about her. Please read the original material and make up your own interpretation, this posts only contain what I think it's relevant for my point not an objective view of the whole. I've also already made several posts about her and I don't want to keep repeating myself so if you think I glossed over something important that's probably why.

Edit: thinking more about it, maybe rather than feeling guilty herself she might blame "elves" as a whole for the failure in Utaya, it does say she left it "in disgust". It's not that clear how she feels about it.

I still think it's shared trauma though, I don't think it's possible for Milsiril to not have been affected by what happened there and I think it's part of why she doesn't want Kabru to go to dungeons again. But her way to cope is to turn away from it (and blaming "elves" might be part of how she copes) while Kabru's is to face it so it doesn't happen again

[mscherub]

Right, so…you’re transported to a new world, and me being the science geek I am, I can’t help but think of all the bacteria you wouldn’t be accustomed to in Twisted Wonderland…so imagine how bad flu season would be, or just the spreading of sicknesses around the school in general

You better have a good immune system cause oml would it be put into overdrive. Anyways…here’s my twist on what the Pomefiore boys would do in order to be helpful in your recovery ❤️‍🩹

Heartslabyul, Savannaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia

Warnings!:

Sickness, obviously

Mentions of vomiting, snot, etc

To start us off…

It’s flu season in Twisted Wonderland, well you call it the flu, they call it something else you don’t even bother to learn. With you’re immune so shot and not used to the illnesses that spread around, getting sick more often that you honestly should, you woke up with a headache. Ok…nothing too serious, but you thought it to be a good idea to just take some ibuprofen equivalent in their world and “thug it out,” which ultimately lead to your current situation. Currently, you’re in the infirmary, having passed out from a raging fever and a disgustingly congested respiratory system during PE and you’re bed ridden back at ramshackle, at least until your fever goes down. Sevens bless Grim and the ghosts as they try and get you things to feel better, but you need some sort of intervention, and here comes you’re favorite person at the right time. How do they help you out?

Vil🪞:

Well…you should know right from the start he doesn’t want to get sick, ”he can’t afford to,” he’ll say, so don't expect him to linger too close to you

But hey, he’s there to help out at least, right? He’s got expertise at concocting up poisons so maybe he can use that knowledge and remedy up something to help you get better a little more quickly

Also, of course he’s gonna have you on a light skincare routine. “Honestly, your skin looks dull, and your eyebags are not doing much to heighten your appearance…poor spudling, take this-” Thanks for that, I guess, Vil

I feel like since he does make his own skincare items, he’d know the right herbal ingredients and their benefits and he’d make some sort of vapor rub equivalent in twisted wonderland to ease your coughs and any congestion you might have

He’ll have you nutritional meals made because your body is already fighting a lot as is and it’ll need something to keep it going. If you don’t feel like eating, he might force you, be cautious y’all—

He’ll tend to you without complaint, maybe a light tongue click here and there or small huffs and at the actions you do, but he’s getting an escape from the outside world by being with you, even if he’s at risk of getting sick himself. He’s also happy to just be alone with you even if he doesn’t show it

Enjoy the time with him, seriously, how often are people cared for by the Vil Schoenheit? Exactly…

Rook🏹:

He’s known for his endless love sonnets on the beautiful things that catch his eye, so yea, you’ll be hearing that a lot while he helps you out, because he just can’t hold back the compliments while you look eye-catching even with being in such a sickly state!

“That sneeze was just magnifique!” Especially if your not in the mood for compliments, he’ll throw them out even more at you, he likes to see what makes people tick, in good or bad ways, it’s all interesting to him

Medicines are tracked and marked, and he’ll probably do a little cleaning up as well as aiding you in your assignments you have to make up, not fully, just a few notes and pointers.

Again, he’s learned from Vil, so nutritional meals all the way. Eat up or he’ll go on rants about how you need to provide fuel for your gorgeous body and mind. Kinda sweet

He’ll sit with you and yap your ear off as well, or, he’ll make use of the time to read you poetry he’s written to hopefully soothe you to sleep. If it works then good, if not, “I’ve got other methods to aid you in sleeping :)”…bro what—

Rook will be happy you even let him tend to you for a little, he’ll make sure no one disturbs your sleep, and no, he’s totally not gonna watch you while you sleep, that’s outrageous, pshhhh-

Epel 🍎:

He’ll complain even though he offered to help you, saying stuff like maybe if you just didn’t get sick he wouldn’t have to do this blah blah blah. Just tell him he’s being a big help, and that it’s a “manly” thing to do. He’ll probably shut up after that

He’ll sit with you, he’s not afraid to get sick, he comes from country life, he probably been through far worse then just some ”little cold” so he’ll sit by you and tend to you

Pillows or blankets, you’ve got it!

He probably won’t clean up, but he’ll try and help you with your assignments whether that be writing down his notes in your notebook or helping you out with assignments any teacher assigned

He’ll cook you food, anything you want, probably not without a little complaint here and there but he’ll still do it anyways, just for you. Don’t say that’s cute or sweet of him to do because then he won’t do it

Giving you your medicine at the right time is easy, he’s got that under his belt no problem

To pass time he’ll carve an apple or two, which are very detailed carvings. He’s very skilled at that so give him a little praise and he’ll he happy

Afterwards he can boast to others how helpful he was, earning some brownie points in the first year friend group. He’s happy he could be relied on 👍

That’s it lovelies!! All that’s left is Ignyhide and Diasomnia <3

Btw, requests and asks are open!!! ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ

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[kaiserin-erzsebet]

why does it suck?

A couple of things which may or may not be specific to me:

1. I feel like I know more than 99% of people on this. Which is expected when you're producing knowledge. But it also means:

- I cannot read Wikipedia for fun anymore. Because it's wrong about too much.

- Books about my topic have gone from fun to infuriating to read.

- I also know how much other people with similar interests get wrong. But I don't want to be a jerk to people who only have published information because it isn't their fault that they don't know.

- I get mad at signs in museums.

2. I cannot turn off the emotions I feel about this project. My neurodivergence makes it so that my special interests are always imbued with a lot of emotional weight. But academia has a tendency to view that strong of an attachment as bias, so I have to keep a lot of those feelings inside.

3. At least for me, I developed a defense mechanism growing up where I curl up protectively around my special interest and only share with people I trust. Turns out this is impossible if it is also something I'm presenting at conferences. I'm still working on not feeling like every presentation is opening up my insides and showing vulnerability.

4. I've cried about this topic so many times. I cannot admit this to most people because I am a woman in academia.

With all that said, I still feel fortunate that I'm getting paid to research my favorite thing. I just think it's worth acknowledging that it also comes with these other components.

[fangdokja]

Heeeyyyyy it's me again lolll, sooooo have you checked out love and deep space (otome game with fighting monsters)? If not then you should, there are many hot characters there, i was rereading you paternal privileges and thought that "oh this is so zayne(one of the characters from love and deep space)" cuz if he's going to have a twisted side this really matches him well

Yeahhh, heyyyy. Prepare for unstructured Fang Dokja rambling.

Glad to see that you're also enjoying and reading the other stories. Paternal Privilege vibed more in Ao3 than in Tumblr, but I personally liked it as well. One of my first sex stories in general. Got lots of practice in it. And, in Ao3, people loved the ending haha. Thanks for sharing your input on it. It's appreciated :))

OK. I knew I'd get this question one day. And, I know some of you are Love and Deepspace (LaDs) fans (and also K-pop fans, especially you guys, I don't know why you're following me ahahhaha, but it's welcomed. Sorry, don't know much about K-pop like I hardly know DC).

OK SO! Of course I know this game! I played the game it was inspired by, Mr. Love Queen's Choice for more than 3 years! DADDYYYY VICTORRRR. I still have my account, whahhaha. Yes. This is bringing back memories.

And in Love and Deepspace's early release, like official first day, I was there! So, yes, I've played it.

Playstyle and graphics were cool. And, as a competitive gamer in general, ofc it was right up my alley. A bit clunky at first release, needed some adjustments, but generally good. It was way better in terms of graphics than Mr. Love, especially the interface and menus.

Though, I'd say what turned me off is I related more to the MC of Mr. Love than LaDs. Didn't really vibe with the MC of LaDs, a bit too emotional and outspoken for my tastes. Felt ENFJ (sorry, can't relate AT ALL to ENFJ's and ESFJ's especially) not gonna lie hahhahha. But, it's been so long since I played, so sorry if I get details wrong. Anyways...

I was just not vibing with the MC, and low-key plot as well. But, then again, maybe I expected too much. It usually happens when I do. I get so excited than it falls short of my expectations, and then I'm like ehh. So I just low key turn off my brain. It's also to prevent myself from spoiling myself. You have no idea how many times I've unwittingly spoiled myself in ANY fandom! It's genuinely unreal. So, it's like I have to stop thinking so I don't ruin those "huzzah" or "woahhh" moments for myself as a reader or audience.

Ok, back to the topic.

Why am I not making yandere content on it? Simple.

Because of this RULE:

Some characters remind of me of real life people too much, like for example, most “soft” and “green flag characters”. Reminds me of my friend’s boyfriend. And that person is gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. It’s fricking weird. But in general, most reasons I don’t write certain characters is because it reminds me too much of people I know in real life.

My friend and I don't share stories. AT ALL. That includes any fandom, manga, anime, manhwa, video games, etc. There are some exceptions, but usually we have separate fandoms.

So, when I introduced this game to share with my friend. Majority of the characters, from the graphics to their behavior, fit my friend's boyfriend more. Reminded her of him more.

Didn't really find anyone that reminded me of my husband (only 4 main guys before). I do play games, or do anything really to spend time with him. And even in things like this, I do this so I can analyze my husband, think about him and brainstorm, etc. Just basically husband simping for me.

So, in conclusion, probably not gonna talk a lot about Love and Deepspace. And besides, I don't think the MC is like me anyway, so it's fine. I just have to not look at ANY fanart, 'cause man IT IS EVERYWHERE. I have to LITERALLY avoid it like the plague so I don't tempt myself.

Uh... I have a gaming addiction. HAHHAHAHA

Sorry, but strict rules being obeyed here as well in the friendship. We DO NOT SHARE STORIES. End of story. Hope you guys understand, though.

Yes, we're weird.

WARNING: The information below is just extra husband simping. Proceed with caution.

God, I am waiting for official international release of this game ESPECIALLY (when it comes to otome games):

My LORD, I will waiitttttt. If it's possible to release, Your will be done!! haha

As you can tell, I'm weak to muscles ahahahahahahhahahaha. Why? I love my husband so much, he's so handsome. I am weak.

OSBORN I JUST KNOW IT'S OSBORN aghhhh. especially him. But seriously. huuu well, my husband doesn't like talking about himself with anyone else besides me, so just have to use "analogies" like characters lollll.

Though, none can compare to my husband, of course. He's leagues above anyone else huuuuuuu. I love him so much.

I also told you guys. I relate to these memes. VERY. VERY. VERY MUCH.

You have no idea.

WAHAHHAHAH.

*exposes self*

But, I just love my husband so much. So, so, so much.

Yandere! Stepfather & Stepdaughter

Novella 1 : Paternal Privilege

He’s your family, but he doesn’t act like it.

🔞Pleasure in every strike, pain in every kiss.

🔞In the end, love is both their salvation and their damnation.

🔞His love is suffocating, but she’s forgotten how to breathe without it.

🔞Love shouldn’t feel like drowning, but he’s the only one who can save her.

She fell, but not by accident. He made sure of it.

[otherone12]

hi !!! could you write a gerard way x male reader where gerard is a vampire and the reader is vampire obsessed, begging him and asking him to feed off of the reader and he eventually gives in, and while gerard feeds mayb the reader give shim a handjob and it turns into smut where they fuck supa hard ?? mostly suggesting a blood kink fic lolol :3c

Drink Me Hot, Like A Liqueur

(this is a line from a brazilian song: "Doce Vampiro" by Rita Lee)

Vampire!Gerard Way x Male!Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Heyy!! Damn i disappeared again... sorry, guys X-X ... First of all, i want to say that i've never wrote a male reader fic (cause i'm a cis woman), so, i'm sorry if i did something wrong or weird. I tryed my best to make this good, even did a research, reading my frind's favorite fic (A "Larry Stylinson" one... yeah i like 1D too).. so, hope u like it! <3 (If it turned out too different from what you imagined, let me know and I'll try to fix it :) )

Next fic: Bullets!Ray Toro x Reader (smut)

Summary: You met Gerard in college, and from the start he caught your attention because of his dark ways. So you decided to follow him, he was exactly what you expected him to be.

- Word Count: 5.100

- Warnings: SMUT! Blood Kink, handjob

> IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS KIND OF CONTENT, DON'T READ!!!! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME.

- Ps: I didn't go into as much detail about SMUT physically, because I was a bit insecure about writing something too weird, but even so, I don't think it was too bad.

- Ps2: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps3: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

I wasn’t supposed to be here. But when I noticed I was following Gerard down the street, in the middle of the night, like some kind of creep. 

But I couldn’t help myself. He was always so… mysterious. He avoided people like the plague, rarely spoke in class, and when he did, his voice carried a weight that didn’t match his age, always hiding in the shadows with his oversized hoodie wrapped around his too pale body, even on sunny and hot days. I dare to say mostly when the day was sunny. 

And then there were the other things. The things I couldn’t ignore. He never ate during class. Not once. His participation was minimal, but when he spoke, it was like stepping into a different era.

 I’ll never forget the time we discussed Victorian art, and he explained it with such confidence, such intimacy, that it felt like he’d been there, standing in the streets of 19th-century London.

Maybe I was reading too much into it. Maybe I’d let my imagination run wild. But there was something about Gerard Way that didn’t quite fit into the world I knew. Something… unnatural.

Vampires.

The thought had been gnawing at me for weeks. Ever since I stumbled across him one night, walking alone under the moonlight, his pale face illuminated just enough to catch that eerie, otherworldly glow in his eyes. I’ve been obsessed with vampires for as long as I can remember, their myths, their stories, their allure. And Gerard gave me that same intoxicating pull, the same thrill that made my stomach twist in both fear and fascination.

Theoretically, I am supposed to know vampires aren’t real, but what if they are? What if he was one of them? I just needed to know. 

That’s why I was here now, watching him like some amateur detective. For weeks, I’d been studying him, piecing together the little things: his long walks late at night, his strange habits, the way he seemed to disappear without a trace. He fascinated me in ways I couldn’t explain, and tonight, I’d finally decided to follow him.

Gerard walked with purpose, his hood pulled low, his figure blending into the shadows. The street was deserted, the only sound the occasional hum of distant traffic. My breath hitched as he turned down a dead-end alley, his steps silent on the cracked pavement.

And that’s when I saw him.

A stranger. A man I’d never seen before, lingering at the end of the alley. There was something off about him too—something that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. His posture was too relaxed, like he was waiting for something. Or someone.

Gerard slowed, his shoulders tensing as if he didn’t know the man either. My pulse quickened, and I leaned forward, desperate to see what would happen next, forgetting for a moment how exposed I was.

It happened so quickly that I almost missed it. One moment, they were just standing there; the next, Gerard had the stranger pressed against the wall, his hand fisted in the man’s collar. There was no struggle, no sound of protest… just the low hum of something that felt far too intimate to be violence.

I craned my neck, trying to see better, and that’s when I caught the glint of sharp teeth as Gerard’s lips parted, his head tilting slightly to the side before he sank them into the man’s neck.

My stomach flipped, my brain screaming at me to look away, but I couldn’t. 

I was rooted to the spot, watching as his jaw worked against the man’s throat, his hands holding the stranger still with inhuman ease. The man’s head lolled back, his eyes fluttering shut, not in pain, but in something that looked dangerously close to pleasure.

I felt my breath hitch, the sound escaping me before I could stop it… a small, sharp gasp that echoed far too loudly in the quiet alley.

Gerard froze.

Slowly, he lifted his head, his mouth smeared with crimson. His tongue darted out, quick and sharp, to catch the blood lingering on his lips, and his dark eyes locked onto mine.

- Oh,- he said, his voice soft but dripping with amusement. - I didn’t know I had an audience.

My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst. I tried to step back, to disappear into the shadows, but my feet wouldn’t move.

- You’ve been following me, haven’t you? - Gerard continued, his tone almost teasing.

- I… - My throat was dry, my words stuck somewhere between fear and something else entirely.

Gerard stepped closer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His movements were unhurried, almost predatory, as if he enjoyed the way I was frozen in place.

- Should I be flattered? - he asked, his head tilting slightly as his eyes raked over me. - Or should I be concerned?

- I- I wasn’t-  I started, but the lie died on my tongue when Gerard raised an eyebrow, his lips forming a faint smirk.

- You weren’t what? - he interrupted, his voice low and smooth. - You weren’t stalking me? Watching me? Or...you weren’t enjoying it?”

He stepped closer still, his gaze flicking down to my throat. My cheeks burned. Was I enjoying it? My body betrayed me, heat pooling in places I didn’t want to think about as the image of him biting that stranger replayed in my mind.

- You’re quiet, - Gerard said, his smirk widening. - I thought I was the quiet one here…

- “I… - I managed to choke out, though I had no idea what I was about to say.

He laughed softly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. 

- Relax, - he said, his tone lighter now, though his gaze still held that unsettling intensity. - If I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done it already.

I took a deep breath. The words slipped out before I could stop them. I blushed harder, regretting it instantly, but I couldn’t take it back.

- But… What if I wanted you to? - I wasn’t unsure, but my nervousness was too clear - I-i mean… you could bite me… 

Gerard’s expression got more serious, as he shook his head and stepped close to me.

- No way. - he replied, his voice firm - I don’t do this… 

- Why? -  I asked before I could stop myself. I sound more confident then i was  - You already did with that guy…

- It’s not that easy, man… - Gerard’s eyes darkened, his posture suddenly more rigid. He took a step back, studying me closely. - I don’t bite people I know.

- C’mon, Gerard I-

- Enough! - he snapped, his voice suddenly sharp, cutting through the air. His eyes darkened slightly, and for a moment, I could see a flash of something dangerous behind his calm facade.  - I won't bite you. End of conversation. See you at college.

His words hung in the air, final, unyielding. But there was something in the way he said it, a tension in his voice that told me he wasn’t entirely unaffected by our exchange.

I stood there, frozen, watching him turn away. My heart was still racing, my mind whirling with questions, but I didn’t have the courage to say anything more. As much as I wanted him to… I could feel that invisible line between us, one I wasn’t sure I could cross.

Gerard’s footsteps faded into the night, and I was left standing there, breathless, my body still humming with the heat of the encounter.

*** Time Skip ***

Next day at the college I couldn't shake the memory of last night. How Gerard bit that guy, how he moved so smoothly, how his black hair fell on his face, the way his hazel eyes caught the moonlight… Then there was his voice… I could hear it all day. 

I kept replaying the way he’d caught me watching him, that teasing smirk, the brief but overwhelming rush of heat I felt when he’d gotten too close.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it, couldn’t stop thinking about him.

I sat in the corner of the lecture hall, trying to focus on the professor’s words, but my mind kept drifting back to Gerard. I kept telling myself I should let it go, that it wasn’t normal to obsess over someone like this, but… I couldn’t help it. There was something about him that felt so… magnetic.

I caught a glimpse of him at the back of the room, as usual, sitting alone with his head down, eyes focused on whatever he was sketching in the margins of his notebook. There were always empty seats around him, like people instinctively knew to stay away. Gerard wasn’t the type to invite conversation, to make friends, and maybe that was part of why I felt drawn to him.

Maybe it was the mystery of it all.

Maybe it was the fact that he was different, detached from the world in a way that made me want to understand him, want to pull him closer.

The lecture dragged on, but my eyes kept straying toward Gerard. Eventually, I couldn’t resist anymore. My heart pounding in my chest, I stood up, grabbing my bag, and made my way to the back of the room

- hey…- I tried, but he didn’t bother to look up. - Gerard?

He finally looked at me, his expression unreadable, but I could feel his annoyance.

- So… - I started again - I was thinking about last night and- 

- Don’t. - His sharp tone cut me off 

- Please…. I-I still want you to… - I bit my lip, trying to not sound nervous… - I mean you could feed from me. If you want.

There. I said it. And the moment the words left my lips, my heart rate picked up again, my palms growing sweaty.

Gerard’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he sighed, shaking his head.

- No, - he said simply, his voice flat. - I told you before. I don’t do that.

- Why? - I asked before I could stop myself. My curiosity was eating at me. - I mean, you did it with that guy… What’s the difference?

Gerard leaned forward, his eyes locking onto mine. 

- There’s a difference, alright, - he said, his voice barely above a whisper. - It’s not something I just do with people who ask.

I could feel my pulse quicken, and the words tumbled out of my mouth before I could think better of it. 

- But what if I wanted you to?-  I asked, a part of me desperate, a part of me trembling from the intensity of this conversation.

Gerard looked at me, his gaze intense and unreadable. There was a long pause before he spoke, his tone low and cold.

- Maybe that’s the problem,- he said, his voice almost distant. - You want something you don’t understand, and I’m not someone you can just get close to, and ask something like that, understand?

I felt a pang in my chest, a mix of frustration and something else… something darker. Is that what this was? Was it all just me being obsessed with something I couldn’t have?

But then… I caught myself. I was staring at him again, lost in his eyes, noticing the subtle curve of his jaw, the sharp lines of his face, and the way his lips pressed into a thin line.

God, he was so fucking attractive.

I hadn’t even realized how much I’d been drawn to him until now, the way my body responded to his presence.

Gerard shifted in his seat, sensing the change in the air. He glanced down at his hands, avoiding eye contact for a moment before speaking again, his tone quieter this time.

I stared at him, my mouth dry, the words I wanted to say swirling in my head but never quite making it past my lips. I stood there, caught in the weight of the moment. Gerard’s gaze flicked back up to mine briefly, as if he could sense the inner conflict swirling inside me. Then, without another word, he stood up and walked past me, brushing against my arm as he went.

- See you around, - he said softly, and I could hear the finality in his voice.

I watched him go, a mix of disappointment and longing simmering inside me. What was I doing? Why was I letting this obsession take control of me? But even as I tried to make sense of it, I couldn’t stop thinking about him, about the pull I felt every time I was near him.

It wasn’t just curiosity anymore. It was something deeper. Something dangerous.

*** Time Skip **

I wasn’t about to give up… the days dragged on, but I couldn’t stop trying. Every chance I got, I found myself pushing the subject with Gerard, even if I knew it would only get me a frustrated glare or an annoyed sigh. I didn’t care. I had to try.

- Gerard… - I whispered one evening after class, catching up to him in the hallway. He didn’t even glance at me, his pace quickening as he walked toward the door. I almost ran to keep up with him. - Please. Just once. You don’t even have to… just bite me. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

He didn’t stop walking, but his lip curled into a tight, unreadable line. 

- Damn! I’ve already said no.

- But-

- No.

*** Time Skip ***

Again, I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and how I wanted him to sink his teeth on my neck.

He froze when he saw me standing there, waiting, the same determined look in my eyes.

- Gerard, please… You know I won’t say anything. You can trust me, - I begged, my voice breaking a little, my hands shaking as I reached out to him. - I want it. I want you to feed from me. Just… just once. Let me feel what it’s like. Please.

Gerard’s face didn’t change. He just stared at me with those cold, emotionless eyes. 

- I said no! I don’t bite people I know. - He sighed -  Especially not you.

I flinched at his words, but I couldn’t stop myself. 

- Please… - The word came out in a desperate whisper. - Please, Gerard. I need this.

He turned away without another word, but I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw tightened. He was fighting something, and I knew it was just as much a battle for him as it was for me.

*** Time Skip ***

It had been weeks of nothing but rejection, each plea falling on deaf ears. But today, something was different.

I saw Gerard in the hallway after class, and as usual, I tried to push it again, my voice shaky but determined. 

- Gerard… please. Just once. -  - You don’t have to worry about anything, I promise-

Before I could finish, he stopped walking, turning to face me. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes, something dark and dangerous, that sent a thrill down my spine.

- You know what? Fine,- he said, his voice low, barely above a whisper. - Meet me at my apartment tonight. You know where I live, right? Since you already stalked me.

I froze. My heart hammered in my chest, the rush of adrenaline nearly overwhelming. For a moment, I thought I misheard him. 

- What?!

- You heard me. - Gerard’s voice was firm, but there was something softer beneath the command. It was as if he was giving in to something he didn’t want to admit to himself. - But if we’re doing this, it’s on my terms.

The words hung in the air, and my mind raced, a million questions swirling around. But I knew I didn’t need to ask. I nodded, my throat tight. 

- I’ll be there.

*** Time Skip ***

Later that night, I couldn’t shake the feeling of anticipation, of nerves and hunger gnawing at me. I wasn’t sure what I was more nervous about, the possibility of what was going to happen, or the fact that this moment had been building for so long, and now it was finally here.

I knocked on his door just past midnight. My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for him to answer. When the door opened, there he stood, his usual dark, mysterious aura more intense than ever. His eyes flicked over me, and for a brief second, I saw a flash of something, something hungry in his gaze.

He didn’t say anything. Just stepped aside, silently motioning for me to come in.

It was just the two of us now, and everything else felt far away.

Gerard didn’t waste any time. He took a step forward, his hands gently gripping my shoulders, his eyes never leaving mine. His breath was shallow, his usual calm demeanor slipping for just a moment.

- You know that there’s no turning back now, right? - He warned. 

As I felt his teeth sinking on my neck, his warm breath reached my skin seconds before the sharp pain took over me. I instinctively placed my hands on his hips.

My gasp turned into a moan when I felt my blood leaving my veins. His soft lips sent shivers down my spine, that bite felt almost like a kiss, and I melted into it. 

His hand on my shoulder while the other was firmly placed in my waist. The faint scent of cigarettes clinging to his hair made my head spin. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed for a moment.

He was obviously taking his time, the warmth of his body pressing into mine. His thigh brushed against me, and before I realized it, heat was pooling low in my stomach, an unmistakable ache growing between my legs. 

He was too close, and didn’t take too long for me to feel his hardness pressed against my thigh.

With trembling hands, still  feeling he sucking the warmth of my body, I reached the waistband of his jeans, moving my fingers to unbutton them. Soon, I touched him above his boxers, and received a groan in response, his mouth still on my neck. 

I could feel my own blood dripping down my neck and reaching my shirt, leaving a stain on my shirt.

As I pulled down his boxers just enough to reach his cock, I heard a low moan escaping from his lips, it was enough for me to know that he wanted me to keep going. 

I wanted to hate the situation, I wanted to not claim to give myself to him, but I couldn't. My hand took his length and he groaned softly, his lips still against my neck, his teeth stuck on my skin. 

I couldn’t stop myself, I wanted to hear him make that noise again.

My grip tightened, and I began to move my hand slowly, testing his reaction. His hips shifted forward, chasing the friction, his breath hitching against my skin.

The world around me blurred, the only thing grounding me was him, his heat, his weight, the soft, desperate sounds he made as I touched him.

I felt his teeth leave my neck, but before I could fully process the loss, his tongue followed, warm and deliberate. He licked up the blood, but instead of cleaning it, he smeared it across my jawline. The wet warmth of it sent a thrill through me, and my legs almost buckled when he kissed the trail he’d made.

His hands tightened on my waist, his nails digging into my skin. His sharp fangs scratched along my jaw, deliberate and teasing, as he pressed soft kisses there.

Then he reached my ear, his breath hot and uneven as he spoke.

- You wanted this for too long, didn't you? - he murmured, his voice a mix of amusement and hunger.

Heat flooded my face, shame and desire tangling in my chest. I wanted to deny it, but I couldn’t form the words. Instead, I moved my hand more firmly, drawing another groan from him.

- Keep going, - he whispered, his voice a rasp against my skin. - If you stop, I’ll drink every single drop of blood off your fucking body.

I shivered at his command, my body responding before my mind could catch up. Every part of him, his voice, his touch, the way he tasted me, made it impossible to resist. And deep down, I didn’t want to.

He took a moment to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling as he leaned in to capture my lips. I hadn’t realized how much I wanted it, needed it, until he did. The metallic tang of my own blood lingered on his tongue, blending with the heat of the kiss as our mouths moved together, deliberate and unhurried, but full of something I couldn’t name

Before I could even process the moment, Gerard pushed me back onto the bed behind us, pinning me there with a firm grip on my hips. His weight pressed into me, grounding me, and I could feel the tension in his body as his mouth found mine again. There was no hesitation this time, only raw hunger, as his lips claimed mine, his fingers digging into my skin like he was afraid I’d disappear.

I couldn’t even process his words, and his hands reached to the hem  of my shirt, and I adjusted my position to help him take that off. Once it was off, he stepped back to admire my body, which still had a trail of blood running to my stomach. His eyes darkened and I felt the hungry on them. 

- So pretty - He muttered under his breath. sanding a shiver down my spine.

He approached me, removing his shirt too. His pale body, even if he wasn’t worked out, was driving me insane and I didn’t know I could get even harder than I already was. He was chubby but in the most sexy way possible… When he got close enough for me to reach for him, my hands moved to remove his pants, which were already unbuttoned. But then his lips shocked mine.  

- Eager, aren’t you? - His voice was low, teasing, the words vibrating against my lips.

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. My pulse was pounding too loudly in my ears.

- Cat got your tongue? - he whispered, his fingers digging into my skin just enough to make me shiver. - You were so vocal earlier… What happened?

I swallowed hard, feeling my face flush as I tried to form words. 

- I just-

He laughed softly, cutting me off as his lips brushed against the corner of my mouth.

- Relax, - he murmured, his voice smooth but commanding. - We’re just getting started.

He didn’t give me time to respond. His hands moved lower, skimming over my waist and pulling me closer until our bodies were flush. The coolness of his skin sent a shock through me, a stark contrast to the heat pooling in my body.

- You’ve been begging for this,- he murmured against my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. - Let me hear it.

I swallowed, my voice coming out hoarse.

- I want you. Please.

That was all it took. His lips crashed into mine, fierce and demanding, and I felt his hand move down my chest, tracing the trail of blood that still lingered there. His touch was both gentle and possessive, like he was savoring every inch of me.

His body pressed me further into the mattress, and I let out a soft gasp when his thigh slid between mine, applying just enough pressure to make me arch into him. He smirked against my lips, clearly reveling in my reaction.

- You’re mine tonight,- he growled, his voice low and full of promise. - But you’ll have to keep up.

Without warning, his hands hooked under my thighs, pulling me further up the bed. His strength caught me off guard, and I could feel the primal hunger in the way he touched me… like he was holding himself back, barely.

Then, faster than I realized, his hands traced a line to the waistband of my pants and boxers, removing them at the same time, revealing my hardness. 

A malicious smirk appeared on his face, and he leaned over me again, kissing my neck and taking a loud moan from my lips. 

Gerard backed off a bit, enough for removing his own clothes, since i was laid on the bed, too dazed to make any move, i just could watch and admire his pretty body. Damn he was bigger than I was expecting.

- Are you sure you can handle it? - A mischievous grin formed in his lips and his voice was teasing.

Honestly? I wasn’t sure, but, fuck, how i wanted. I nodded desperately.

- Y-yeah… - I manage to say - I can.

- Let's test the theory…

With an abrupt move he turned me around, he was so strong. He pressed me against the mattress and the pain on my erection was so pleasant… I whimper, feeling his body leaning on mine. His hand in my back, pressing me even further.

- Are you gonna be a good boy and be all fours for me? - I heard the smile on his face, his voice low, and I shivered under his touch.

My body trembled under his touch, my heart racing. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, but I needed him to keep going.

I hesitated for a moment, but the weight of Gerard pressing down on me left me no room to think. My body was already responding to him, aching for more.

- Come on, be a good boy… - Gerard’s voice was an almost seductive whisper, sending a shiver through me. The tone, though commanding, was laced with that playful tease that made everything he said feel like a challenge.

I barely had a second to process what was happening before I found myself on my hands and knees, Gerard’s hands guiding me into position. His breath was hot against the back of my neck, his fangs screeching my skin, and the way he loomed over me made my entire body pulse with want. He wasn’t gentle, his touch was insistent, like he was claiming every inch of me.

- That’s it, just like that… - His words were barely a rasp, but they dripped with anticipation. I could feel the heat radiating off of him as he settled behind me, the sound of his breathing just as ragged as mine.

I was still trying to gather my bearings when I felt the press of his cock against me, hot and heavy. It was almost too much, the way my body instinctively arched back toward him, desperate for more. My heartbeat thudded in my ears, and I couldn’t think straight anymore.

- You’re so fucking ready for this, aren’t you? - Gerard’s voice came low and dark, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he positioned himself. - I knew you wanted this.

I didn’t trust myself to speak, but the way my body reacted was all the answer he needed. I nodded, desperate for him to take me, to claim me completely. I could feel my pulse quicken as I felt the head of his cock push against me, and the sensation was so fucking overwhelming I thought I might lose my mind.

Gerard’s grip tightened, and with a forceful thrust, he entered me, the stretch and burn overwhelming but welcome. I gasped, my body instantly reacting, tightening around him as he filled me. It was rough, fast, and completely consuming, just as I had imagined it would be.

His voice, strained and full of hunger, reached my ears again. 

- You feel so good… so fucking tight around me - He punctuated his words with another harsh thrust, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room.

He moved himself and I couldn't hold back the noisings coming out of my mouth, he wasn’t too silent too, he groaned with every thrust. I felt my body tensing, my pulse pounding, and it was almost as if the blood inside me was thumping in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. His words, his hands on my body, his grip tightening… everything about him was claiming me, making me feel like I was his. And with one final, deep thrust, I felt like I was about to explode.

The world shifted as he came inside me. Fuck, I was his.

The force of it sent a shockwave through my body. My own release followed almost instantly, the sensation blurring the line between pleasure and something darker. I couldn't think straight, couldn’t remember what was mine and what was his anymore.

When it was over, I felt like I had been shattered into a thousand pieces, but still, there was this lingering ache, an ache that wasn’t just from the intensity of what just happened but something deeper, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

Gerard pulled out slowly, his breath heavy, his body still vibrating from the pleasure. He didn’t say anything at first, just leaned down to kiss me gently, his lips soft against my blood-slick skin.

- Gerard… - I said, breathless

- yeah? - He looked exhausted, but he raised his eyebrow with his teasing smile.

- Feel free to feed from me whenever you want. - I wasn’t joking… but I couldn't say how serious I was.

I rested my head on his shoulder.

- Bet on it. 

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04- A Fresh Milk Light Mocha with Two Extra Shots of Hylian Espresso

Honestly that drink sounds fire.

PFFT anyways!

Ship: Zelink BOTW or AoC, or Totk? I mean u can imagine any Zelink if you wanted.

Warnings: None! Just cute ol fluff!

Impa is young in this guys like in AoC!

Coffee Shop Zelink AU ;) Need I say more?

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When Zelda was a child she had her life planned out to a ‘T’. At the buttcrack of dawn aka 6 am, Zelda was awakened by a maid to get ready for the day. She had breakfast at 7, reading at 8, and she had piano lessons at 9. She had a break between 10 and 11, before lunch and so on. (Her father made sure she didn’t have much time for research… he wanted her to pursue business.)

Naturally, the old habits never left her. She had to have a schedule, even though sometimes she hated it. As an adult now, her routine consisted of going to the same coffee shop everyday and she orders the same thing: a Fresh Milk Light Mocha with two extra shots of Hylian espresso. She always ordered this drink before attending her classes at Hyrule University—-with the amount of classes and extracurricular she was taking she definitely needed that espresso. She was guilty of going twice in the same day.

Zelda knew every employee and even knew both of the managers: Urbosa, her aunt basically, and Sidon, her best friend’s brother.

She knew people, she knew her schedule, and she was prepared.

However, what she wasn’t expecting was a wrench to throw itself into her life. Not literally a wrench, more of she wasn’t expecting the unexpected.

This new employee made that list. He was definitely just hired, Zelda would’ve remembered him. It was hard not to notice him, in her opinion.

Warmth flooded Zelda’s face upon making eye contact with the boy. His eyes were the brightest sky blue and, Great Hylia, he was cute. His dark blonde hair was tied into a small ponytail—-with a turquoise band—-and he had bangs that swept across his eyebrows. She didn’t understand how someone could be so good looking. Didn’t mother nature have laws against this?

Not that I’m complaining, per se.

Sidon’s voice burst through her thoughts. ”Zelda! What a delight to see you this morning! The usual?”

“Huh?” Her eyes snapped to the red haired boy who towered over her. It really baffled her each time she saw him, he was extremely tall. A bright grin stretched across his lips, revealing his perfect white teeth to which she swore she saw a small sparkle appear. It must’ve been a trick of the light. Also, does his face never hurt from smiling so much? “O-oh yes of course!”

Her face burned, she hoped she wasn’t staring at the boy for too long.

”Coming right up! Link, can you ring her up for a Fresh Milk Light Mocha with two extra shots of Hylian espresso. Regular discount.”

The cute guy nodded once and dropped his gaze to the register.

Zelda’s hands started to sweat against her purse strap—-she was gripping it for dear life. Oh my Hylia. Oh my Hylia. Oh my Hylia-

“S-sorry…” His voice was so quiet. “Was that Lon Lon Milk or Fresh Milk?” He asked, scratching the back of his head. Their eyes met briefly—-making Zelda’s stomach drop—-before he snapped his gaze back to the register screen.

“Hm? Oh!” Zelda’s heart threatened to beat out of her chest. “Fresh Milk, please.”

He nodded again and punched in the order. “No whipped cream?”

She shook her head. “No, thank you though.”

“Uh, yeah.” He nodded his head once. “Total is five rupees.”

Zelda normally had her money out and ready but man was she out of it. “R-right!” She fumbled for her pouch and handed over a rupee, nearly dropping the blue crystal all together. Their fingers brushed, sending a soft flutter through Zelda’s chest.

“We’ll have that right out.” She could listen to him talk all day.

Zelda that’s creepy.

”Thank you.” She managed a smile—-hoping he couldn’t somehow read minds (that would suck)—-and stepped back from the register.

”C’mon Link, I’ll show you how to make it. She is a regular so this will be good to know!” Link nodded and followed the tall barista.

Zelda’s face burned. She felt extra clumsy today as if her limbs forgot how to function. He’s just another guy, a normal guy. Pull yourself together, Zelda.

“Um… Zelda right?”

“Huh?” Her shoulders jumped slightly. Her green eyes flicked from his blue gaze down to her coffee. That was fast. “Oh! Yes- Thank you.” She practically begged her fingers to stop trembling as she took the drink from him. Maybe he didn’t notice.

He gave a small smile and nodded. “Have a good day.”

”Thanks! You too.”

She internally punched herself in the gut as she exited the shop. I was so lame in there. Great Triforce, spare me.

Zelda balanced her coffee on the roof of her car as she blindly dug in her bag, waiting to hear the clink of her keys. Once she acquired her blue lanyard, she unlocked her car.

Coffee and chocolate with a hint of vanilla filled her senses and she sighed; a sweet smile twitched into her lips. If someone made a candle scent the exact same as her drink, she’d buy their whole stock no questions asked.

She sank into her seat as she sipped her coffee. Her eyebrows raised nearly to her hairline as her eyes widened. The drink was amazing, better than usual.

Now she didn’t want anyone else to make her drink.

Link, huh? A thrum of excitement settled in her chest. Maybe they could become friends?

———————

A heavy sigh escaped Zelda’s lips. She couldn’t focus on her tedious assignment no matter how hard she tried. All of her thoughts revolved around the blonde barista, like a moth to a flame.

You’ve never been so interested in a boy so why now?

Another 15 minutes went by. Words on her assignment started to blur together so much her eyes started to strain. She shut her laptop with a groan. At this rate she’d never finish her work before next week.

Zelda opened her phone and immediately clicked on the phone icon. She needed to talk to her friends about this.

Her thumb came to a stop on “Miph Bestie 💕”. The phone rang and she propped her phone against her mirror, making sure Mipha was able to see her on the video.

“Hi!” Mipha waved on the video and grinned.

“Hey Miph! Wait, hold on…let me add Impa to the call!”

Impa’s face appeared on Zelda’s screen. “Heyyyy! My favorite girlies! How are you?”

“Good! Just finishing up school work, you?” Mipha asked.

”Just chilling, at least I was until you guys called. Soooo, what’s up?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

”Yes, Zelda. We’d love to know.” Mipha rested her chin in her hands.

“Haha okay, okay!” Zelda brought her knees to her chest, her feet slightly hung off her chair. “You guys know that coffee shop I always go to? The one your brother works at, Mipha?”

“Oh yes! The Korok Cafe! What about it?” Zelda watched as Mipha set her phone against the wall.

“Um well. I was going to get my usual, y’know, before I went to the university… and… there’s this new employee…”

“A new employee?” Impa leaned forward.

Mipha tilted her head and raised her eyebrows.

“Yes…” Zelda trailed off.

“What about this new employee?” Mipha inquired. If you looked at Mipha you would never guess she had the capabilities to tease someone. ’She’s so sweet,’ and ‘she’s so kind’. Which weren't wrong observations, Mipha was kind and she had a gentle soul. But when she teased she was quiet about it. The only thing that gave her away was her light smirk—-which was what she was doing now. Much to Zelda’s dismay.

”Well. I was surprised to see someone new and… he’s cute.” She waited for a few beats, but she couldn’t hold it in any longer. “No, really, you should’ve seen him guys. He had beautiful blue eyes, dark blonde hair, and his smile? I nearly died. He seems really sweet too and he was kind! And wow can he make a coffee! It was the best one I've ever had.”

Impa gasped. “Ms. Zelda, do you have a crush?”

”…Maybe.” The blonde looked off to the side and she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “I think I might.”

Mipha suddenly perked up. ”You know what would be fun? Double date with me and Vali!”

”Hey!” Impa gasped. “Don’t take her away! We hang out when you and Revali go out on dates! Now I’m going to be the fifth wheel.”

”You can come with us, Impa!” Mipha countered.

“Fifth wheel, remember?”

”You guys are talking like me and the guy are together!” Zelda interrupted.

“Manifestation, Zellie, is a thing.” Impa gave her a wink.

”What’s his name?” Mipha spoke.

“Link.” Zelda couldn’t help a smile from making its way to her lips. Link was a unique name, she had never heard of such a name before but… it suited him. She liked it.

“Link and Zelda hm?” The red head looked up at her ceiling. “Lelda? No I don’t like that.”

“…Zink?” Impa offered to which Mipha shook her head.

”…Zelink? Zelink! Ooooh yes I love it!”

”Perfect!” Impa agreed, nodding enthusiastically.

“Oh Hylia, not the ship names already.” Zelda’s face fell into her hands.

Mipha laughed softly. “You need to tell us what happens tomorrow.”

”Bet you he already has a crush on you, Zellie,” Impa added, pumping her fist in the air.

I wish. ”Delusion isn’t always the solution, Imp.”

“I say it works. It gives you confidence, no?” The sheikah tilted her head.

“Not really.”

”Welllll…” Mipha rested her face in her palm. “He’s just a guy if you think about it.”

Zelda raised an eyebrow and smirked. “This isn’t how you felt before you were going to confess to Revali.”

”Oh yeah, I remember you were so nervous.” Impa matched Zelda’s coy expression.

Mipha let out another soft laugh before yawning. “Touché.”

”Bored of us already, huh?” Impa raised her brows.

”No not at all!” Mipha waved her hands in the air with a sheepish smile. “I’ve just been up since four.”

“Four?!“ Impa’s jaw dropped. “Girl, get some sleep.”

Zelda rolled her eyes with a laugh. “Night guys, thanks for listening.”

“Anytime. Call us right after okay?” Mipha replied.

Impa nodded. ”Yes! Right away!”

“Sounds like a plan.” Zelda ended the call with a light chuckle.

She raised her arms above her head and stretched before pushing herself away from the desk. Her feet squished the soft padding of her slippers as she walked over to her night stand. She flopped onto her blue sheets with a sigh.

She’d worry about her assignment tomorrow.

Probably…

—————

Ding!

The cafe door shut behind Zelda, pushing a small gush of cold air toward her. A chilling shiver ran down her body as she glanced toward the counter, clutching her bag close. No one was at the front.

”Be right with you!” She heard Sidon’s cheerful shout.

”No problem!” She called back.

She couldn’t make out the slight chatter in the back but eventually, Link emerged from behind the curtains. He made eye contact with her. She swore she saw a flash of surprise but it was gone before she could say for sure.

“Hey Zelda.”

He remembers my name. Please say my name again.

Her heart picked up as she walked toward the front register.

”What was your drink, again?” He scratched his cheek before peeking up at her. “Sorry, I’m still new at this.” Blue eyes escaped hers once more before they returned. He had a light smile on his face and to her delight she noticed he had dimples. They were faint but she could still make them out.

“I get it.” Zelda mirrored his upturned lips. “It’s a Fresh Milk Light Mocha with two shots of Hylian espresso.” She tried to say it as slowly as possible without being awkward, emphasis on the awkward.

His turquoise earrings swayed with his nod. He has earrings. Holy Hylia.

“Total is- Oh thanks.” Link took the blue rupee from Zelda’s hand.

”Are you liking it here?” Zelda found herself asking.

Link shut the register before preparing her order. ”Yeah, I am. Everyone’s easy going and… the customers aren’t too bad themselves.” He glanced up at her with a small quirk of his lips before returning to her drink.

Did he just…? No… definitely not… Zelda squashed her drifting thoughts. She opted for a chuckle. “That’s good, I'm glad. I like the staff here too.”

“You know, you’re the team’s favorite regular,” he whispered behind his hand.

Zelda let out a chuckle and shook her head. “I think they’re biased, Urbosa’s basically my aunt and Sidon is my best friends brother.”

“I’m not biased,” he said quietly—he didn’t look up at her. He definitely didn’t mean for her to hear that.

Link cleared his throat before handing her the drink.

“Thanks, Link.”

“Anytime.”

————-

Zelda peeked around the counter, hoping to find the familiar blonde boy. But, instead of Link, Urbosa walked through the curtain with her apron and manager badge .

“Oh Urbosa.” Zelda replied, hoping she didn’t sound disappointed. She glanced around the store again, trying to make it seem like she was just looking around.

“Link isn’t here today, Little Bird.”

Zelda’s eyes snapped to her aunt and she stared at her like a deer in the headlights. “I-I wasn’t. What? I wasn’t looking for him. I’m happy you’re here!”

The tall red-head laughed and poured the coffee mix into a blender. “Oh don’t be silly. You’re fooling no one. I know everything,” she whispered the last sentence as she wiggled her fingers.

Zelda felt like a child caught stealing cookies from the pantry as a midnight snack. Not that she ever did that… Never. “How do you-“

Urbosa’s hand rested against her hip as she tilted her head. “Sidon isn’t as clueless as he lets on, Little Bird. Also I was here yesterday, in the back but I was here none-the-less.”

“You were eavesdropping?!”

“Of course.”

“Urbosa!” Zelda exclaimed to which Urbosa laughed in response.

“…What did he tell you?”

She only smirked. “He’ll be here tomorrow and the day after y’know.”

Really? ”That’s… nice.”

“You should go for it. He’s a sweet kid.”

”Urbosa.”

”Sorry, I just… want you to be happy, Little Bird. I know you’ve been through a lot. How much you’re still going through with your father. If you need me to, I’ll talk to him-“

Panic settled in Zelda’s chest. “No! No, please not that Urbosa. He’s already angry that I continue my research as it is. I can’t risk… business is my goal so that’s what I’m going to do.”

Urbosa sighed and placed her drink on the counter. “Okay. Just… are you happy?”

Zelda took in a breath to speak but nothing came out. Was she happy?

She had friends. Mipha, Revali, Riju, Purah, Impa. Despite her lack in interest for her major, she was happy with her horse lessons, chemistry club, and her daily coffee routine. Just not what she was going to do with the rest of her life. It would be nice to have a partner and to have someone who knows you completely.

“Just… think about what I’ve said, please?” Urbosa slid Zelda’s coffee across the counter and she grasped it with a nod.

Zelda sipped her coffee as she walked out of the shop and to her car. A light frown dusted her lips. It didn’t taste the same.

ZELDA. This is actually unhealthy now. The drink is just the same as it always is. She scolded herself. It isn’t different just because Link makes it.

She closed her eyes and sighed.

—————

Zelda’s smile brightened upon seeing Link cleaning one of the nearby tables. His gaze met hers and he stuffed the rag in one of his pockets, his lips rested in a small smile.

“Zelda.” He gave her a small wave. “Fresh Milk Light Mocha with two extra shots of Hylian espresso?” he asked as he walked behind the counter.

Zelda grinned. “You remembered?”

“Third time’s the charm, right?” He gave a shrug and tilted his head.

Zelda fought the urge to drive home to scream into her pillow. He was too cute for life itself to handle. It wasn’t fair.

A laugh bubbled in her chest. “That is how the saying goes.”

He chuckled as he punched in her order.

“What’s your favorite drink?”

Link glanced up at her in surprise. “Um. Hah.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “The Vanilla Dragon’s Tear Latte.”

”Hm.” She nodded. “That sounds really good actually. I’ll have to try it next time.”

”It won’t disappoint.”

“You’ll be the one to make it right?”

His eyes met hers and he smiled. “Definitely.”

She matched his upturned lips.

“You go to HU?” he questioned as he grabbed ingredients.

”Yes, I’m studying business there.”

“Wow, that’s cool.”

Hardly. “Yeah, it’s interesting…” It wasn’t a total lie, some stuff was interesting. Despite her dislike for the major, she managed a slight smile. “What about you? Are you in school?”

“Yeah, I go to HU too. I’m studying to be an athletic trainer.” She could definitely see him doing that.

”Really? You go to HU?”

“Yeah. It’s a nice school. I like the campus and the programs are pretty good.”

“What days do you go to school? We should hang out!” Did I really just say that out loud? Oh Hylia I did- Though her spike of anxiety was short lived when Link gave her a smile.

“Yeah I’d like that a lot. I’m at the school from Monday to Thursday.”

“Same here!”

“Sweet.” He poured the coffee into the cup.

“What sport?”

“Hm?” He glanced up at her briefly before placing the lid on top.

“What sport do you want to train others for?”

“Oh! Baseball… I’ve always loved it.”

“Baseball? I’ve heard of it, is it the one with the stick- no the bat?” Zelda remembered going to restaurants and seeing glimpses of the game on the TV’s but she never sat down and watched one.

“Base- You’ve never seen a baseball game?” His blue eyes were wide with surprise.

“Is that bad?”

“Well no it’s just- how?”

Never had time… She laughed. “My father never took me.”

“Okay, we’re gonna change that. I’m taking you to one.” He declared then he sheepishly averted his eyes and scratched the back of his neck. “Uh- I-If you want.”

Zelda’s heart raced against her chest. Did he just ask me out? “I’d love to!” She picked up a napkin and scribbled her number down with a marker. “Text me, yeah?” She handed it to him.

He nodded and Zelda noticed his face was flushed with pink along with his pointed ears, she knew she likely looked similar.

He pushed her drink across the counter and Zelda accepted it.

“Thanks! See you tomorrow?”

Link chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll be here.”

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I’ll likely make a part 2 of this!!! Where they go to the baseball game or something?

But I will write this particular one shot from Link’s POV if anyone wants it 👀

I set a goal of 2,500 words but I passed that!! so yay!!! Gotta celebrate the small things :)

Zelink Masterlist here!

Masterlists here!

Requests here!

Working on requests! Taking longer than I thought but hopefully within the next couple of weeks!

[yourekindacute]

ooo, this sounds fun! as a Playlist Person™ and someone that spends entirely too much time using the spotify app-- i can get with this

thanks for the tag @junkyardghost !

let's see what my On Repeat playlist has in store for me...

January: We Three (My Echo, My Shadow, and Me) by The Ink Spots

sounds about right (don't mind me sobbing in the corner-- self isolation woo! ...i'm working on it...) but my romantic prospects are slim and the one(s) that do exist are... confusing to say the least.

February: Juliet by Cavetown

hm yes, the depression continues. this makes sense unfortunately. but at least i have a bangin' soundtrack.

March: Jambalaya (On The Bayou) by Hank Williams

i... don't really know how to interpret this?? it's kinda a fun little love song to the bayou and a special person.

April: Hell and You by Amigo the Devil

definitely a love song... but is it love or obsession?

May: The Exorcist by CALYPSO

standing up to oppressive forces by showing how they twist their sacred texts for their own personal gain set to a funky electronic beat... intriguing?? what does this mean??

June: It's Called: Freefall by Paris Paloma

okay, okay... this is a cover. and i love rainbow kitten surprise, but paris' cover is just so soft and i really appreciate that aspect of it. this song feels like brushing yourself off after being used by people around you... and i don't know if i like the implications of that.

July: Feel Good Inc. by Gorillaz

so *cackles* this song is like-- half gibberish and nonsense until you read deeper into it i guess?? but it's happy and chill enough and i'm cool with that.

August: Wasteland, Baby! by Hozier

what a sweet and undeniable love song! hozier is The Simp™ and in all honesty if this means i'm gonna have this energy in my life, i will welcome that with open arms.

September: I Can't Decide by Scissor Sisters

*WHEEZE* what the actual hell, that's like a full 360 from the last one but okay. onto greener pastures of murder sprees i guess??

(FOR LEGAL REASONS THAT IS A JOKE)

October: Way of the Triune God - Jubilee Version by Tyler Childers

okay so this song really makes me feel connected to my spirituality (even though i'm not particularly religious) so i don't know if that means i'm going to dive further into that or what but sounds good to me

November: From Eden by Hozier

my man hozier coming in hot again with more yearning. but should someone want to yearn for me and all my flaws the way i do-- by all means, show yourself.

December: Call Me Devil by Friends in Tokyo

i-- this song is about being the villain?? am i the villain?? do i have a reason to be the villain???

I fully expected waaaay more of my grungy/alt/metal stuff in here but also-- I've been in a weird headspace as of late so *shrugs* this is what we're working with. funny how things work out that way, huh? anyway, this was fun!

no tags specifically, if anyone wants to play, feel free!

I don't know if this will catch on, but I just got inspired to start a tag game to predict how everyone's 2025 will go with a little the help of Spotify.

Rules are simple: Shuffle through your On Repeat playlist and the first 12 songs coming up represent each month of 2025.

January: 今日もひとりごと by 海羽 Very fitting, since January usually is one of my most lonely and gloomy months. So, no surprise here.

February: Little Wolf from Epic the Musical Going feral, huh? I might also find my very own Athena?

March: Ma Meilleure Ennemie by Stromae and Pomme But we're toxic for each other... damn!

April: God Games from Epic the Musical She's going to fight tooth and nail for my sake, omg! 🥹💕

May: Poison (Official Remix) by Blake Roman Still toxic, though...

June: Merry Sinsmas by Benny Bennack III Sure... why not.

July: IYKYK by XG Having some fun together (possibly in outer space?)

August: Dangerous from Epic the Musical Oh no!

September: Chk Chk Boom (Festival Ver.) by Stray Kids OH NO! Athena?

October: Hell's Greatest Dad by Jeremy Jordan and Amir Talai What? Whose Dad? I'm confused.

November: Howling by XG Just a continuation of February, I guess. Awooooh!

December: Come Play by Stray Kids and Young Miko OH SHIT?! guessilldie.jpg

(Sorry for all the silly comments, I haven't slept all night and am in a weird mood. Ignore them if you want to.)

Tagging: @literatetrashpanda @stargazing-enby @glimmah @cloudyvulpine @aatif-alam @trensu @xfangheartx @lost-romantique @sanguine-succubus @bodienne @reylokisses @luleck and literally anyone who wants to. I want this to spread! No pressure, though... as always. 💕

[milfbrainrot]

i feel like i type so much more than is reasonable when i do talk to people but i also don't get to socialize a ton so i just have soooo many words in me and if i'm like, tired or short on time, it is so much harder to restrain to the already-pushing-it point i can sometimes manage ;-;

[egophiliac]

OMG EGO HAVE YOU SEEN THE BOOK 7 CATER CARD YET

80s britpunk Cater is such an incredible direction to take. his Sid Vicious jacket! his little british police cap! I wouldn't have anticipated that going full-on Sex Pistols would be his alternate self but it is SO fitting actually. 😭

(also th-the crown symbol?! the gavel?! is housewarden Cater real because I will TRANSCEND --)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I came here for the silly haha doodles, but I've stayed for the absolutely blazing commentary in the tags. Your analysis of this story is so so so good! Thanks for all the work and thought you put into this!

I am just a silly little comics blog. I am not hiding anything in the tags, no way. Never.

[losergender]

just 22 chapters more...

she has a tendency to say "there's no justice in this cruel world" but it loses all impact because she will use it both after idk stabbing her toe on a table or after she's been beaten to a near death state

she just used the word hellacious

"good, hard-working, big breasted people" okay

i dont think i am at a state of mind in which i can survive a love triangle with her war criminal teacher and her henchman billionaire emotional discomfort italian

there's so much talk about how she's worse because she's not fully spartan (she's mixed which they call mutt for no reason) but,,, everyone else but 1 guy is a mutt?? and i think achilles was one too?? like him and patroclus are constantly degrading her for that but achilles for the love of god whats that mutt on mutt crime for

everyone hold up someone's talking to her

she's being offered an alliance to survive the hellish military school program they're at and she goes "is he offering me to join a cult? i'd read those were a big problem nowadays. dark times and all." which for the love of god does the entire publishing house not have a single sensitivity reader

oh she has to tutor a guy with maths

"how can you get through a day without knowing linear algebra" what in the fanon annabeth is this

i genuinely fw this guy (also she saw her kill 3 men and has been mentioning it every so often but the reason she wont tutor him is that he doesnt know the basics)

she is very incompetent but none of the guys who have been training for this their whole life seem any more competent

there's this guy insulting and theatening his student for being narcoleptic and she went "preach, sister"

SHE CALLED THE GUY INSULTING AND HITTING THE STUDENT ATTRACTIVE AND CHARISMATIC OH NO

WE GOT THE CONFIRMATION THAT SHE DID GO TO ASL CLASSES THIS IS WAY MORE THAN I WAS EXPECTING

i also want to say that im like half way through this and she has yet to be hercules outside of the fact that they think her dad might be zeus? which applies to way more characters than hercules

"satan: 1 / alexis: 0" ok

i do like that she kicks men in the balls

"pussy power, crush the patriarchy!" imagine being this author and you go on a date with someone and they ask you what you do for a living and you have to say you wrote this. is it not embarrassing?

she got a nosebleed and her extremely acidic spartan blood is not really corrupting anything idk. back in my day nosebleeds awakened the mother land but ok

surprise to no one she's most likely cthonic

"i was worried you were gonna die a virgin. what a dishonor" miss you were overthrowing the patriarchy 2 paragraphs ago and now you're encouraging your best friend to fuck her teacher

carl gauss mention

"it's obvious he LOATHES you but it doesn't mean he doesn't want to murder you in bed" be serious

SHE JUST REFERENCED MIDSOMMAR 2019 FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

"delusion was a girl of a drug" wouldn't last a day in florida

the chapter ends with "spoiler: it wasn't gonna work out" for the love of god

welcome to sunny reacting to stuff in which sunny reacts to stuff. in this tumblr post, we're dealing with blood of hercules (the i'm a girl and as it turns out i'm hercules book) because i'm doing So Bad Mentally that i am in dire need of something that will make me laugh.

chapter 1 reaction below

montana?? out of all states?? okay go off

"kids at school called it apocalytic core. i called it hell" already laughing. i love my life decisions.

SUPERSEED I'M SORRY WHAT?

"if you wanted to live (i didn't)" you and me both bestie

does the author know verb tenses

i'm saying so little bc otherwise the post would be huge. every single sentence is hilariously bad this is so silly

summary if anyone is interested -> pretty unclear dystopian setting, 10-yo befriends an echidna named nyx and then gets a foster brother delivered to her room the next day. the titans are like superhumans killing normal people and the "spartans" are 12 protector families (8 are olympian, 4 are cthonic and those are dangerous murderers or something).

[deoidesign]

Ray of sunshine

(pre-launch page for their comic)

[bu-blegh-ost]

Gillion and Edyn devastate me because they both love each other so much and desire the same thing, but they both at the same time serve as narrative detriments to one another. This is a tragic story of two siblings aiming to achieve the same goal of reuniting but they end up drifting apart from each other instead.

Edyn thinks she knows Gillion. She is the one to experience first hand the damage done to him, and for the longest time she was the only one Gillion was truly able to connect with. But the truth is Edyn doesn't know her brother anymore. Edyn never got to be a sister. She never got to experience being annoyed with her little brother's antics, she never learned Gill's habits, his routines, what he likes and what he hates. All she got to see was the Child broken by the Cage he resides in. A broken child that needs to be comforted, a child she loves but doesn't understand. And even with all this she knew him best of all. They shared sorrow and suffering for years and the Bond formed from mutual anguish and pain was enough to form a connection and care. All Edyn knew for so long was that she loves her little brother and that she wants to be his sister. A real one, not just the reward, a relief from pain that he Has to earn.

And Gillion thinks he knows Edyn. To him Edyn was the connection to the world itself. To Gillion Edyn is wise, unwavwring and most importantly, always right. She knows what she's doing and of course she does. She Has seen things he Has never seen before and he trusts her unconditianally. He believes she would never ever lie to him, she is the one thing that keeps him grounded in this world, a reminder of why he needs to keep going. But just like Edyn, Gillion doesn't truly know his sister. He doesn't know her aspirations, her hopes, dreams and desires, he knows nothing about her life up to this point and what she's been doing, and it's not for the lack of trying either.

Both Gill and Edyn used to hide a lot from the other to protect their sibling. Just as Gillion would be vague about things he was going through during training, trying to make is seem like he is in much less pain than he truly is to spare Edyn from things she can't prevent, Edyn was hiding the truth about a lot of things from Gillion, including the truth about the lies he Heard from the Elders in fear of Gillion breaking under the weight of his trauma after realizing that all Has been for nothing.

This behavior continued throughout their entire relationship. A pair of people who love and cherish each other more than anything, yet the world keeps creating barriers between them, until there is just so much left unfelt and unspoken they feel the need to create more barriers themselves.

When Gillion finds out just how much Edyn was not telling him, how deep her involvement with the Navy, the Elders, the war, everything is, he is left worried, hopless, hurt and betrayed. But the most prominent feeling of all is guilt. Cause Gillion trusts Edyn with his entire heart, and yet she doesn't trust him back. She thinks he can't handle it, she thinks he can't know things and it's better to hide it from him just like she Has always been doing. She thinks it is better for him, but what she is really doing is making Gillion feel worthless. To Gill, Edyn is always right so she must have a reason. To Gillion Edyn is always right, so if she thinks of him as someone who can't be trusted with a secret, who will end up ruining things for her and getting in the way, then that must be what it is. And he wants to find her, to help her so badly but Edyn accidentally created this paralysing fear inside him that if he does, he is going to be exactly what Edyn thinks of him. And he so desperately doesn't want to be that, doesn't want to be a burden on her life anymore, more than he already is since whatever she is doing she is doing it for him. The least he can do is not get in her way.

And Edyn? She goes off on her own, trying to get Gillion home, but what she doesn't realize is that Gillion doesn't need a home anymore. Gillion found his home here with Jay and Chip. But that is not the home Edyn is fighting for. She fights for Gillion to be able to go back home to the Undersea, but even if she succeeds, this will never be a home to Gillion. Not anymore. There is too much distance, too much damage to repair 17 years of abscence, 17 years without him. There are no parents anymore for Gill, only familiar strangers, and coming back there and realizing just how little there is left for him there and how much he lost will only cause him more pain. But Edyn doesn't realize it. She doesn't know what Gillion wants because she stopped asking long time ago, assumimg it for him instead, believeing he is not capable of making decisions for himself. And maybe that was true before. But it isn't now. Edyn was so caught up in her own idea of Gillion and what he is that she completely missed her little brother growing up and changing. Getting wiser and more capable, drifting away from this portrait of a helpless child she Has gotten used to many years ago. And by neglecting to notice him and see him and hear him out, Edyn didn't realise that by leaving she have deprived him of the only thing Gillion truly wanted- his loving sister. Cause that is all Gillion truly needs. His rock to keep him steady, the only one who understood him, who was there on his worst days when the only thing he could do was break down in her arms. Back when she was the only thing worth lasting another day for. And now that he thought he got her back, that she is safe and sound, she Has ripped herself away from his life once more. This time willingly, and it hurts even more.

Neither of the siblings ever wanted to hurt the other, and yet they hurt each other anyway. Because there were people who made them believe they have to hide to keep the other Safe. And it is so sick and twisted that the two of them trying to keep the other sibling away from more hurt, is the very thing that keeps exposing them both to more danger, heartbreak and pain.

[uncanny-tranny]

I promise you can speak about and denounce undesirable behaviour without attributing it to some in-born, immutable, unchanging trait that you must "civilize" away.

In this specific instance that inspired this, you really don't need to attribute bad behaviour that's done by a man with unchanging character traits. This isn't even solely about men, because doing this affects everyone, men included.

"Men needed to be civilized out of behaving this way!" Who are you expecting to be doing the civilizing and why? This is just defending the idea that women are responsible for training up men - the millenia-old idea that a man's failings are actually a woman's fault, not his.

As a man, I am responsible for my actions. You don't need to dehumanize me in order to preserve your misogyny and your need to hate a group of men. Don't get me wrong, this rhetoric absolutely is not good for men to face. It especially targets men who have experiences with marginalized identities. If you're on my page, you know that this is something I deal with personally, have personal stakes in that affect my life daily. I just also think we really need to remember that this issue exists in a context where women and other folks will inevitably be punished as a direct result of these ideas as well.

I need to make that last part emphatically clear: even if this rhetoric (somehow) only hurt men, it would still be wrong. It would still be wrong! I want to - as a man - remind people (especially those who already have decided to dehumanize entire groups of people) that nobody is safe from being exempt from punishment due to this rhetoric.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Outdrawn

f/f contemporary romance

two cartoonist who’ve been rivals since uni, and now have competing webcomics online, have to work together on the relaunch of a cult classic at the comic press they both work at

they both struggle with art-related physical and mental health issues, and complicated families

[the---hermit]

Not me adding annotations to a book to make it more accessible for my mom when she will read it