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sailorbryant · 6 years

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HANKCON: Fic Recommendations

I started creating a bunch of recs to send to a friend and ended up just making a whole thing. I know I’ve forgotten multiple stories so will probably update over and over again. Let me know if you notice any broken links or errors!

❥ New Stories Added - 12/22/2018

INSTRUCTIONS NOT INCLUDED by Vinci

Summary: Logically, Connor should have noticed something was different after the moment of his deviancy after he consciously chose not to shoot Markus, but he truly didn’t notice it until months later, as he watched, in absolute interest, as Hank typed something on his computer across from him at his desk.

Or: In which Connor simultaneously experiences an emotional and sexual awakening in the wake of his deviancy and handles it in the best way he can. By not telling anyone. Post-Peaceful Ending. Eden Club undercover. Probably my favorite Hankcon fic out there.

PHOLCIADE by farouche

Summary: After Markus obtains equal rights for all Androids, Cyberlife is pressured to release all the prototype androids deemed unready for public use before the Revolution. In a diplomatic effort, Cyberlife offers all prototypes a chance of a paid job in the sector they were intended to work in or otherwise, in order to not waste the money gone into programming their specific skillsets. Among them is Connor, an RK Prototype, who is offered a training period at the Detroit Police Department under the condition that he reports his progress via email to the man assigned to be his mentor. A man that Connor has never met, who will never reply, and who will remain anonymous for the duration of his training; bar the pseudonym "Lt. H."

A man that, having only ever seen his shadow in a hallway, Connor affectionally names after the Pholcidae spider, more commonly known as Daddy Long Legs.Lieutenant Hank Anderson just wanted to get Fowler off his ass and deal with this mentoring crap as quickly and easily as possible. Instead, he has to deal with an android calling him "Daddy" in every email he sends. It's not what he wanted or expected, but it somehow ends well. DaddyLongLegsAu. Fantastic.

RE:DECONSTRUCT by Masu_Trout

Summary: The androids are free, but even the most peaceful of revolutions comes with a world of changes. Markus has an offer to make. Connor's starting to get used to this whole deviancy thing. And Hank—well, Hank just might be falling for his best friend. Thirium Pump Handjobs.

HALYCON by Terminallydepraved

Summary: Hank gave in to the urge to bury his face in his hands. This was just… Fuck, he was too innocent looking. Those wide eyes, the soft looking lips. He stared at Hank like he hung the sun and stars, and here Hank was, projecting. Again.

Something brushed his shoulder and Hank couldn’t help but jump. He flinched away and moved his hands, but it was just Connor. It was always just Connor, standing a little too close, probing when Hank was at his worst. Standing at his side with worry in his eyes, staring up at him, and… Fuck.

He was too old for this. He was too old and broken and fucked up to deserve this, but Connor made it too easy to want it anyway. Must Read.

INTERRUPT REQUEST AU(IRQ) by rara avis

Summary: Hank does indeed get drunker. Connor takes him home and stays the night. They find out exactly what it is Hank wants Connor to be, and what Connor wants in general.

Starts between "The Bridge" and "Public Enemy" and follows their storyline until the end of the game. One of my favorites. Perfect smut. Perfect use of graphics and machine code.

SINGULARITY SERIES by Driverpicksthemooseic

Summary: "Hank," Connor starts. Not Lieutenant, just Hank. Hank gives him a baffled stare. "This is the only method with a high probability of success, so please go along with it."

(OR, Hank and Connor go undercover at the Eden Club.) The fake/pretend relationship/undercover at Eden Club story that you gotta read.

WITHIN SERIES by whitachi

Summary: Connor has some wires out of place, and Hank helps to fix them. THE Wireplay fic.

THE OTHER WAY TO SOMEDAY by theslap

Summary: Cole's teacher is annoying. He's also attractive. For Hank Anderson, that's a bad combination. NonAndroid!AU.

MAKE ME FORGET THAT I’M NOT READY FOR LOVE by Warmybones

Summary: “Stay like this, if you want,” Hank whispers against his earlobe, fingers caressing down his navel with deadly intent. “Or punch me across the face if you don’t.” Adorable little get together story. Post Peaceful ending.

THE GAY AND WONDROUS LIFE OF CONNOR ANDERSON by LieutenantWubs

Summary: Connor wants to get a new upgrade, but doesn't want Hank to know what it is until he is comfortable with it. Adorable

TERMS AND CONDITIONS by esama

Summary: 1. Go out into the world 2. Figure out who you are. 3. Live a little.”

Post-Peaceful Ending. Very angsty little piece but such a fantastic example of world-building in the post peaceful Detroit. And the pining is delicious.

IRREFUTABLY SEDUCED by gumpekulla

Summary: He needs to get this ridiculous crush under control before Hank finally decided to confront him about it. It would be mortifying.

(Things doesn't really go to plan, but Connor really can't complain.) Reverse!Au. Smutty Smut.

ARRIVAL by coffee666

Summary: Hank just wanted help around the house for Cole. He never expected such a goofy thing that laughed and hummed and protected Cole with all of his being. Connor is not like other androids --but neither of them truly know how deep those differences go. HouseAndroidConnorAU!

WANTING HIM by Miko

Summary: Connor is convinced that sexual intercourse would be of great benefit to Hank's physical and emotional well-being, but the man is highly resistant to the idea. Hank's objections are not unreasonable, but there is one simple solution that will address all of the issues - Hank should have sex with Connor.

The last thing Connor expects when making the suggestion is for his partner to be upset and offended by the idea of 'using' him. Hank claims he won't do it because Connor doesn't 'want' it, but Connor is the one who offered in the first place.

What's the difference between 'willing' and 'wanting'? Connor needs to do some investigating.. Lovely.

RECEPTIONS AND REVELATIONS by Terminallydepraved

Summary: Hank is forced to attend an awards ceremony where the attire is black tie and stifling. Connor attempts to make it bearable, but that comes with a few surprises of its own along the way. Side Rk900/Gavin. Smut.

AGAINST A COCK AND A HARD PLACE by Svynakee

Summary: His mission had been clear: get the deviant leader in his sights and snipe it to end the revolution. But it'd all gone wrong.

Connor could feel the firm muscles of Hank’s thighs clenching down on his thin waist – tense enough to be ready for any attempt to escape, yet effortless, with the clear indication that he could remain like this for a long time if needed. His blue eyes were as sharp as ice, as hard, as cold.

Connor was trapped. He hadn’t seen it coming, hadn’t expected this outcome. And it was thrilling.Dark!Smut. A different take on the rooftop scene. Fantastic read.

PLAYING FOR KEEPS by Dana

Summary: 'Well, it does have the best fucking biscuits.' Hank lets out another soft sigh. He'd probably sell his soul for an endless supply of those biscuits, Jesus, he's salivating already. 'Alright, alright. But just so you know, I'm doing this for the biscuits.'

Connor grins, and laughs, then presses a kiss to Hank's cheek. 'Okay. Do it for the biscuits.' So that was kind of a lie, and Hank knows Connor can tell, but it's not like Hank really cares. The Hank/Connor/Gavin/RK900 foursome you didn’t know that you needed in your life.

DEMONS & DOMESTICITY SERIES by ProneToRelapse

Summary: Hank makes a deal. His immortal soul for the life of his son. It isn't his soul the demon wants. Demon AU. Hank teaches Demon Connor to feel. Smut is 10/10.

THE KNIGHT AND THE SCARECROW by Mura

Summary: A fairy tale Hankcon AU. Shrek AU sorta. Very cute and fluffy.

THE ENTIRE MEMORY OF YOU by fantastic

Summary: It was as he sat drinking his morning coffee that the slow grinding of those pieces falling into place sent a course of comprehension through his body: the tightening of his chest, the heat in the tips of his fingers, a simple message splayed behind his eyes as he looked across the table.

Connor was in love with him.. Breathtakingly Beautiful Angst. WIP.

YOU HAVEN’T GAINED A DAY by Synekdokee

Summary: The picture attached is uncanny. In his uniform, Connor looks different from the flirty little twink climbing all over Hank’s lap in a taxi ten years ago, and he’s certainly filled up a little, face a little less angular and more masculine now. Hank remembers those earnest brown eyes and those pink lips a little too well though. Even the fucking cowlick is still there.

And then Hank’s stomach rolls over when his brain truly catches up with what he just read - DOB August 1990.

University my ass, Hank thinks weakly. Modern Detectives AU. No android AU. WIP

SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIS by MorganOfTheFey

Summary: Connor has a three-year seduction plan to make Hank love him back, and it starts with getting the lieutenant into his bed. Co-sleeping is scientifically proven to be beneficial to humans, and proximity is the number one factor in relationships forming. But when Connor starts having dreams thanks to the new updates he's beta-testing, it all gets a lot more complicated. And then one little-wet dream speeds up his three-year timeline dramatically ... Post-Peaceful Ending. Slow Burn Done Right.

FAULTED CODE Series by ProneToRelapse

Summary: "What I'd really like to know," Fowler says slowly, disapproving gaze fixed on Connor while Hank wheezes and tries to smother his laughter, "is why Detective Reed has submitted a formal complaint against you saying you threatened him."

"No threats were made, Captain," Connor says evenly, calm despite the scowl Reed is levelling at him from the other side of the office. "I know better than to antagonise someone so deeply mired in anti-android stigma."

"Then please explain to me why I'm dealing with, and I quote, "that fake plastic detective aggressively T-Posing at me in the bathroom"."

Hank loses his battle against professionalism, laughing so hard he nearly falls out of his chair."I was asserting my dominance," Connor says simply.

Connor is adjusting. Hank helps, in his own way. Slowburn. Excessive Memeing. Hank/North Bromance to end all Bromances. Intrigue. Do not skip. WIP.

WHY DO FOOLS FALL IN LOVE Series by SpicyReyes

Summary: After Connor and Hank reunite at ChickenFeed, they start taking the first steps toward the rest of their life. Slowburn. WIP.

EIGHTEEN WHEELS ON AN UPHILL CLIMB by blackeyedblonde

Summary: “Can I give you a ride into town, at least?” he calls out. “You’re sure you haven’t got folks anywhere around here—somebody who can look after you for a week or two?”

Connor laughs outright at that and figures he’s got nothing to lose in telling the truth. “Not unless you want to drive the 800 miles to Detroit.”

Hank’s mouth falls open as he physically leans into the word. “Detroit? No shit.”

“What?” Connor blurts out, puzzling over the other man’s expression from a distance. “That’s where my family is—well, the closest thing I have left to family, anyway.”

Hank’s face only splits into a wide grin and he barks out a laugh, the first real one Connor’s heard all night. “You’re in luck, kid,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief as he looks off into the rising daybreak behind Connor. “Seems like we’re both headed in the same direction.” The Trucker!AU you didn’t know you needed in your life. WIP.

A TOURIST IN A DREAM by Octobig

Summary: Hank has stopped thinking about his place in the world for a long time. Old, washed-up cops don’t live exciting lives. He just does what he always does: cracks cases drinks whiskey and goes home to Sumo.

But then the android sent by CyberLife shows up – disarmingly curious, intentionally uprooting all the familiar aspects of Hank’s life, and he jumps headfirst into an android revolution. Barrels into cases like an unstoppable storm.

Halfway through, Hank realizes he’s no longer at the sidelines of his life.

And that Connor makes it better. All of it.

[Or alternatively: an episodic glimpse into the life of Hank Anderson and his partner Connor. Takes place after the revolution, happy ending included.] Absolutely Breathtaking. WIP, but please read.

SPECIAL SHOUT OUT to @fishfingersandscarves . I followed her over from the Hobbit fandom and her art is fantastic, and following her is how I found out about the majority of these fics. Give her a follow and lots of love.

and another very special shoutout for @carriemebags who this list was made for. There are no words to describe how happy I am that she’s followed me down into this hell pit with these two lovely boys, and I can’t wait until you guys get to start seeing her art cause it is fantastic. <3

#dbh #hankcon #hank connor #recs #hannor

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lukellios · 7 years

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svynakee reblogged your photo and added:

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orangebatsanctuary · 6 years

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From Ash and Flame by fishdad (Svynakee)

with Special Collab Art by @ooriens

New InaSure Anthology Vol. 2: Hunter x Hunted theme fanfic release!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14893734/chapters/34493562

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*✩‧₊˚ Bon Appétit!

#aldnoah.zero #inasureanthology #inasure #inaho kaizuka #slaine troyard #inaho x slaine #orangebat

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ao3feed-hannor · 6 years

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[podfic] Against a Cock and a Hard Place

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2KxLlZN

by erica_schall

Audio recording of Svynakee's fic: Against a Cock and a Hard Place

Author summary: His mission had been clear: get the deviant leader in his sights and snipe it to end the revolution. But it'd all gone wrong.

Connor was trapped. He hadn’t seen it coming, hadn’t expected this outcome.

And it was thrilling.

Words: 36, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), (Smash Daddy Hank/Machine Connor)

Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor

Additional Tags: Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic Length: 30-45 Minutes, PWP, Blood, Violence, Connor gets his arm broken, Mildly Dubious Consent, fucked into a deviant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, rooftop fight but it ends in fucking, cum licking, Anal Sex, little bit of choking, full nasties, First Time, Enemies to Lovers Speedrun in under 5k words, Hank rugged powerful allure focus, who cares about the twink? this hairy daddy is where it's AT my dudes, Oneshot

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2KxLlZN

#IFTTT #ao3feed #hannor #hank x connor #detroit become human

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cockybusiness · 7 years

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***More linksonaparty thingies!

Dirk belongs to @turianmailman

Roam belongs to @asipine

Momo is mine

Thyme belongs to @takibert

Spirit belongs to @disintegrateddragon

Digger belongs to @svynakee

Bittersweet belongs to @leslietries

Papryka belongs to @mistylotl

Hennessy belongs to @heartbrokengirlsketches

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#linksonaparty #linksona #thymo #dirk!link #roam!link #momo!link #thyme!link #spirit!link #digger!link #bittersweet!link #papryka!link #hennessy!link #doodles

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ao3feed-connor · 6 years

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Against a Cock and a Hard Place

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LzRrws

by Svynakee

His mission had been clear: get the deviant leader in his sights and snipe it to end the revolution. But it'd all gone wrong.

Connor was trapped. He hadn’t seen it coming, hadn’t expected this outcome.

And it was thrilling.

Words: 4640, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), (Smash Daddy Hank/Machine Connor)

Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor

Additional Tags: PWP, Blood, Violence, Connor gets his arm broken, Mildly Dubious Consent, fucked into a deviant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, rooftop fight but it ends in fucking, cum licking, Anal Sex, little bit of choking, full nasties, First Time, Enemies to Lovers Speedrun in under 5k words, Hank rugged powerful allure focus, who cares about the twink? this hairy daddy is where it's AT my dudes, I Can't Believe I Wrote This, Oneshot

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LzRrws

#ao3feed #fanfic #dbh #dbh connor #detroit: become human

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93percenttardust · 6 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), (Smash Daddy Hank/Machine Connor) Additional Tags: PWP, Blood, Violence, Connor gets his arm broken, Mildly Dubious Consent, fucked into a deviant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, rooftop fight but it ends in fucking, cum licking, Anal Sex, little bit of choking, full nasties, First Time, Enemies to Lovers Speedrun in under 5k words, Hank rugged powerful allure focus, who cares about the twink? this hairy daddy is where it's AT my dudes, I Can't Believe I Wrote This, Oneshot Summary:

His mission had been clear: get the deviant leader in his sights and snipe it to end the revolution. But it'd all gone wrong.

Connor was trapped. He hadn’t seen it coming, hadn’t expected this outcome.

And it was thrilling.

#detroit become human #hank/connor

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helvetious · 7 years

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The faerie boy

For the Linksona party.

Thyme belongs to @takibert and Momo to @cockismybusiness

Mentions of Digger (@svynakee)

Thyme leaned against the tree, panting. Pain was something he’d always knew how to handle, but the blood loss was worrisome still, no matter how hard he pressed his hand to the wound on his side.

He has no fairies- never liked using them. They’re so darling and willing to give up their lives for him, but he would always rather use potions than sacrifice his friends. But right then he had nothing to heal himself with, and he was dying. There were two ways for this to end: either the fairies come to his aid or he causes a goddamn reset over a reckless stunt.

He was not fond of either option.

Thyme pressed his back to the trunk of the tree as his legs betrayed him and he slid to sit on the floor, breathing hard. He could feel the blood slipping through his fingers and when he coughed, he too tasted the blood. Shit.

He looked up at the sky, it was a lovely, sunny day. Perfect to cause a reset, he guessed.

His view was interrupted by a shadow that wasn’t the tree. It moved fast for his tired eye to follow, the creature knelt beside him- to check on his wound.

He tried to focus his blurry vision into trying to recognize whoever sat with him.

Thyme recognized the voice first.

“Oh this doesn’t look good.” said the newcomer.

Ah, Thyme thought, Digger’s “little brother”. The obnoxious kid with no sense of personal space.

“Is Digger with you?” he asked, hopeful that at least someone he knew and trusted was near.

The kid shook his head and his eyes were fixed on the wound, hands on his own knees, closed into fist. He seemed to be concentrating in something.

Thyme swallowed his own, thick spit, trying to keep his patience in check. “Do you have any hearty potions?”

The kid shook his head again, and let out a sigh. Thyme couldn’t help but groan as pain and the sense of impending death became a little too stressing.

“Thank you” he said with only bite in his voice.

But then he saw the boy’s lips glow a tender blue, and then his hands. Thyme caught his breath. A special ability? The glow reminded him of-

The kid pushed Thyme’s hand away from the wound and the sole touch gave Thyme goosebumps all over. He felt anxious suddenly, a little fearful even. Then the kid pressed one hand on the wound and suddenly Thyme felt a small jab of pain from the sting to its quick fading as a wave of freshness spread over his entire body from where the boy touched, and then it turned warm.

Thyme groaned at the sudden sense of pleasure and looked through his bangs to see the boy, as he leaned closer.

“Kid-” he said.

“I’m not a kid” said the younger hero, as his other hand went to Thyme’s chin. “Forgive me.”

And then he pressed his lips to Thyme’s, and everything went dark.

When Thyme woke up the sun was high enough to let him know it was past lunchtime. He should get up but he still felt too weak and the grass under him felt too comfortable. The kid-not-really-a-kid was sitting beside him.

“You should eat,” he said. “If you sit up, I’ll feed you.”

Thyme grunted, as nice as it felt to lie down like the dead, the promise of food was enough motivation as he sat up and greeted the other chosen one.

“I’m Momo, maybe you remember me?” said the younger hero, offering him a rice ball. “Digger’s brother? We met before-- you uh, pinched my nose and told me ‘got your nose’”

He laughed softly, a little nervous, but Thyme didn’t. He picked the food from Momo’s hand with a weak “thank you” and began to eat it slowly and watch the place around them. It wasn’t the forest where he got hurt. They now sat near a very small pond.

Momo cleared his throat.

“I brought you here” he answered Thyme’s silent question. “Thought you might want to wash off all the blood eventually.”

Thyme turned to him, and then realized: he felt no pain. He quickly looked down to palm his sides and only found a hole on his clothes, with dried blood around it.

He looked back at Momo.

“You can heal” he said.

Momo shrugged. “Some sort of enhanced healing ability. I can’t revive the dead like Mipha’s Grace does, but I can heal just fine any other kind of wound or illness, no matter the severity” he smiled. “You’re okay now.”

Thyme nodded, grunted. He noticed the basket of rice balls on the ground between them and took another one.

“Why did you kiss me?”

Momo coughed.

“I didn’t--- kiss you” he said, laughing nervously. His face was red. “You were stressed and in pain, so I sent some healing energy to your brain to stimulate it into numbing the pain and relaxing you um- it’s just easier to reach the brain from mouth to mouth contact.”

“Mouth to mouth contact” Thyme repeated, incredulous, as he pushed the new ball of rice whole into his mouth.

“Uh-- um, I have to leave” Momo got up suddenly, dusting his lobster shirt and his ... underpants? Does this kid really walk around in underwear? “See you around, yes?”

Thyme swallowed and stood up as well, picking up the basket of food to hand it to him. Momo shook his head and started walking backwards, away from him.

“You can keep the basket, it’s okay” he said.

Thyme didn’t go after him, but felt strong enough to call for him. “Kid--”

“Not a kid” Momo laughed nervously again, getting further and further away from Thyme. “I’m actually twenty four years old, just don’t look like it? I uh, a disadvantage of this power is that it takes me longer to age I guess-- and I guess Digger baby talking to me in public doesn’t help either haha” he looked as red as a tomato now. “Boy I talk a lot- I have to go now.”

Momo turned and began to rush away now.

Thyme called him again.

“Momo.”

That stopped him. Shrinking his shoulders, Momo turned around slowly, to meet him.

Thyme took a deep breath.

“I remember you, Momo” he said. “Thank you for today.”

Momo was far enough for Thyme to barely pick on his features except for his really, really red face and his open mouth.

“That’s okay” he said, and then turned to run away.

Thyme sighed, shook his head. For someone so loud and obnoxious, that kid could get as shy as a fairy sometimes.

He sniffled, and caught the stank of death from his clothes. Ah, right.

Slowly, Thyme started to unbuckle his belts and pull off his tunic, walking towards the pond. Well Momo was right about it being convenient, although he wondered how someone so small managed to drag him all the way here.

When he finally reached the pond, he decided to examine the new scar on his side.

And to his surprise, there was no scar.

#linksonaparty #momolink #thymelink #diggerlink #mortisfic

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ao3feed-sidlink-archive · 7 years

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by Svynakee

When your boyfriend is red, scaly and twice your size, the neighbours are bound to talk. Link puts their questioning to an end.

Words: 1827, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Link (Legend of Zelda), Prince Sidon, Hateno Villagers - try to recognise them!

Relationships: Link/Prince Sidon

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Established Relationship, sidlink fluff, Link parades his fish bf around town, Sidon is cute but also hopelessly in love, Link executes a Perfect Dodge, link possesses courage wisdom and power, Fluff and Humor

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2zx1VWJ

#ifttt #ao3feed #fanfic #sidlink #sfw #svynakee #CAUTION adult material

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lukellios · 7 years

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Digger ( @svynakee) and my Bitters from pretty much the first Linksona fic. You can read it down below, or ignore it if you’re not about linkcest! However it’s really fucking good because svynakee wrote it and i cried

There’s this thing he does when he’s serious. It took me a while to notice, to realise what it meant. He pushes that mask – so offputtingly macabre at first, but now oddly endearing in its impertinence – up onto his forehead. It makes the dark fabric that covers his lower face ride up, so that his mouth and nose are bared.

Maybe it’s his way of making sure that there’s nothing to stop the truth that comes tumbling through his lips. Each breath with which he tells me about himself, his true self and not the script he so deftly weaves for his charade, is carefully guarded. His truth is as rare as diamonds. And I intend to treat them with the same precious care, to make them eternal.

It’s on one such occasion that I reach out and trap his cheeks between my hands. He stops mid-sentence, with a surprised little intake of breath through his nose. “-what’s the idea?”

“Let me see your eyes,” I tell him.

He laughs; two short, loud bursts of air followed by a quieter drawn-out chuckle. He always laughs like this when he’s uncertain, when he’s scared, when he’s angry or lonely or hurt. It took me a while to notice that, too. I wonder if the others have. If they’ve watched him the way I do. If they see him the way I do.

“Why’d ya wanna do that?” he says. But he doesn’t move away, doesn’t shift the slightest to free himself of my touch. “They look the same as yours. See ‘em every day.”

“Because…”

It was a sudden urge, a sudden need. When had I become so reckless? He’s rubbing off on me, I realise. And it surprises me how okay I am with that. There’s a part of me that wants to chase his thrills, to be the first to see his latest stunt. It’s a part that’s growing every day, with every moment I spend wit him. So with a smile, I answer:

“Because I want to see the way you look at me.”

“…because I want to see the way you look at me,” he said, and it takes my breath away. In his eyes I see myself, the self I’ve made: the mask, the scar, the tufts of hair sticking out from beneath the black cloth. I see the way my mouth falls open in surprise. In disbelief.

What the hell, I think. I’ve shown more of myself to him than anyone else.

I want to show him even more. I want him to know me.

I take the mask off, carefully. Usually I just yank it off, toss it wherever. But there’s something about this moment that calls for caution, for slow movements. Maybe I want to make this last. Maybe I’m scared of what’ll happen next.

He gasps when he sees how long my hair is. It falls to my shoulders and tickles my cheeks. Before I can brush it away, he moves.

His fingers only touch my skin briefly, but it’s enough to set sparks tingling. As he tucks the stray strands behind my ear I become certain that I have never felt warmth before, not true warmth, and as he leans back I become certain that I never will again.

I need him.

“Your hair…”

“It’s a mess,” I say.

“It’s beautiful.”

I don’t have a reply to that.

“May I?” he asks, and while I don’t know what he’s asking for I know that I can’t refuse him. Not now, not like this.

“Go ahead.”

He moves behind me and starts running his fingers through my hair. It’s dirty, I want to tell him. I’ll just ruin it.

I’m not worth the effort.

“Ya don’t hafta do this,” is what I say instead. When did I become such a selfish coward?

He spins me around by the shoulders so that we’re facing each other once more. “I want to do this.”

With a sigh, I obediently turn back,so I can guiltily lose myself in the feeling of his hands massaging my scalp, parting my hair, teasing and pulling at it. All too soon he makes a satisfied noise and taps my shoulder, interrupting the comfortable doze I’d slipped into.

I move to the full-length mirror I keep by the wall to admire his handiwork. I’d already chosen my compliments and phrases of gratitude, but what I see wipes all rehearsed lines off my mind. The ticklish strands of hair that usually frame my face have been styled into delicate golden braids. The rest of it’s pulled back into a bun, neat and tidy and glossy. He’s used the chopsticks that keep his own hair in place on me, used his own ribbons to pull the braids back so that they hang from the bun. I see him in the mirror standing behind me, smiling. His distinct, elaborate style undone…

…given to me.

It’s beautiful. I watch my own reflection. The goofy, wide grin that stretches across my face. The tears welling up in my eyes. The reverential way I reach up to feel my hair, as if this is all just some fanciful dream.

It’s real.

He moves up behind me. Puts his hands on my shoulders. For once the radiant armour feels too thin – the way his touch warms me, it’s like I’m wearing nothing at all.

“Thank you,” I tell him, and I don’t even care about the way my voice trembles because it makes him smile, because it makes his eyes soften, because he giggles and blushes and gives my shoulders a squeeze.

And then his hand moved up, up along my neck until he’s cupping my cheek, turning my head, pulling me close to him-

The kiss starts off chaste. Just a touch of the lips, gentle and wary. I lean closer, to tell him I want more, I want him. He obliges and suddenly we’re pressed together, my hands in his hair, my mouth on his, head turned slightly so we can fit into each other as perfectly as a puzzle. The sweetness of his mouth, his tongue – oh, he’d chosen the wrong name for himself, I can never call him bitter again.

When we pull apart, gasping (how cute he looks, his face all red, his scarlet cheeks like two ripe tomatoes), he tells me with shaking hands, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For the way you look at me.”

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