#tags just . cannot describe my shock/pleasure to write this

[mintys-musings]

Madara x Female!Reader - Milk

That one anon on @/ sakumasmut (also hi rei love your blog sm) who talked about lactation? Unlocked a new pathway for me. I cannot go back. This one's for you, but also mainly me (who, if you couldn’t guess- is the 💚anon.) I started writing this, got distracted, then May rolled around and now we’re here. I couldn’t help myself.

Summary: … Gonna be honest guys- I just knew what I wanted. The tags are the summary. Tags: INDUCED LACTATION, COCKWARMING/DEEPTHROATING, DUMBIFICATION, PET PLAY, BREEDING, OVERSTIMULATION, nipple pumps, squirting, dom!Madara, sub!reader Word count: 2079

NSFW under cut~

Your jaw was starting to hurt from keeping it open around Madara’s thick cock and your knees were sore from your position on the floor even with a cushion beneath you. Still, Madara had asked you to keep still. He had his signature smile on his face, eyes gleaming with what you could only describe as a feral excitement. The first time he had caused you to lactate, he would not let you go. And thus, his attempts to increase the amount of milk had not stopped. You didn’t mind at all. Sex got better and it made your man happy beyond belief. Hell- He was so excited by the prospect of more milk, he didn’t even bother fully taking off your bra. He simply pulled down the flimsy, tiny cow-print cups that barely covered your nipples and immediately attached little pumps to your buds. All you could do was take deep breaths through your nose as his dick was practically halfway down your throat. 

Having your nipples pumped was an odd sensation at first, but now the little suction sent shocks of pleasure down your spine. Your small jolt caused the little bell around your neck to ring. The drool that was already steadily streaming out your mouth and down your tits only increased as you moaned weakly around Madara. You could feel his cock twitch and throb, the deep want to thrust just hanging in the air. And you’d take it if he did. You were being good for him, but damn did the lack of any stimulation besides your breast only made you hornier and hornier. You needed him. You needed him so badly. You looked up at him with watery eyes as he squeezed the pump connecting the two cups. Please, you begged mentally, Take pity.

He stared back, pupils blown out wide as he took in the sight of your disheveled state. He looked like he fell in love all over again. “You look so beautiful,” he breathed out. Madara gently stroked your hair until it looked like he remembered something.

You gagged as he leaned forward to grab something from the bedside drawer, large breaths of air puffing in and out your nose. Your throat constricting even that small bit caused him to hiss out, mumbling apologies as he leaned back to sitting. Fat tears fell from your eyes but as ordered- you kept still, gripping his thighs to ground yourself. The idol gently brushed away your tears with his thumb before placing something on your head. A headband with horns.

“There we go~” He smiled wide and tugged at your hair lightly to turn your attention to his face. He patted your cheek with a laugh before slowly guiding your head away from his dick.

The length left your lips with a lewd noise before you started coughing and sputtering as you caught your breath. Madara merely held your head and brushed any stray strands of hair out of your face. He let you calm yourself down before he clasped a tag to your ear. Property of Madara Mikejima.

When you finally started to breathe normally, you rested your head on Madara’s lap as he cooed and played with your hair. His dick looked almost painfully hard from your angle.

“Was that too much for my cutie?” He squished your cheeks mockingly in one hand. Not even waiting for a response, he picked you up off your cushion with ease and all but tossed you onto the bed. You barely had time to react before he crawled on top of you and pushed your panties down your legs. One of his hands returned to the pump, your nipples puffing up within the cups quickly as you squeal. The other hand held one of your legs around his waist so he could rut his saliva coated dick against your folds. Each thrust had the bell around your neck ringing.

Madara was just as needy as you were.

“Madara~!” You squirmed in his grasp. Liquid had started dribbling out of your nipples. “Just fuck me already~!”

He shushed you and nipped at your neck. “Ah ah ah~ That’s not how we ask for things.” He tutted in mock disapproval, grabbing you by the cheeks to shake your head. “I can’t be too mad though~ I know manners are too much for your little brain.” He smacked the side of your thigh. He smacked it hard enough to leave a nice red hand print- As if he was branding his cattle.

You whined even more.

“Be good.” He grunted, precum smearing across your skin as he continued to rut himself against you. “Tell Mama what it is you want. Nicely this time. Then maybe he’ll do as you say~”

As he said this, he flicked the cups of the pump playfully. His eyes went wide once he noticed the liquid dotting the insides and he ducked his head down. You clawed at his back as he immediately took the cups off and latched himself onto one of your nipples.

His tongue swirled around one nipple while the other was attended to by his hand. He squeezed and pinched at you greedily, spreading the milk all over your tits and just making a mess.

“Pleaaase~ Please please pleeeaaase,” you babbled, “I need Mama’s cock inside me~ Please fuck me!” Your voice raised in pitch as your lover harshly sucked on your breasts. The more he squeezed, the more milk squirted out. And Madara drank it all up like a man dying of thirst.

He managed to pull himself from your chest to give you a sloppy kiss. “Good~ Good job, baby~ You used your head and remembered to say please.”

You whimpered into the kiss, arms wrapped around his neck. His hands moved from your breasts to move your legs into place by your head. Without any more hesitation, he pushed his dick into you and you tossed your head back in pleasure.

Madara was quick to bottom out into you with a groan. Not a second later, he started to move. His feral desire was showing. “So tight~ You like having Mama fuck you like this? Can you feel how deep Mama is inside?”

The room was filled with the sounds of your combined moans and wet smacks of skin. In between all of it, the small clinking of the bell around your neck was heard. You could practically feel your brain turning to mush with each thrust. A squeal is ripped out of you again when he smacks you on the thigh once more.

“I know you get distracted easily, baby, but Mama asked you a question~” 

He squeezed your nipple harshly, milk gushing between his fingertips. Another squeak from you. His hips smacked into yours rhythmically. God- He was so big you still felt a stretch every time he pushed in. You felt so full. 

Another squeeze to your other nipple.

“Answer.”

“Yes!” You cried out, unable to do anything but take it. “I lo-ove it when you- Fuck! When you fuck me like this~” 

He folded you over so most of your weight was on your upper back, effectively putting you in a mating press. One of his hands rubbed harsh circles into your clit.

“Ah! Ah~! Mama feels so deep~ S-so deep~”

It was a wonder that you were even coherent with the amount of pleasure you felt. Your cunt squeezed Madara’s cock, as if trying to milk it the same way he was milking your tits. Your eyes were glazed over in bliss, drool escaping you as your tongue hung out.

“So pretty~ My pretty slut~” Madara cooed between thrusts. He leaned over to suck at your breasts once more, the angle of which caused his tip to knock against your cervix.

The downright vicious pace at which Madara was ramming his cock into your soaked cunt, the milk flowing out of your puffy nipples, the way he squeezed your tits to make the milk just gush into his mouth, the pressure against your clit- It was all too much. You felt overwhelmed with pleasure. Your orgasm hit you like a truck and you cried out for Madara.

He could feel your warm release splatter against his pelvis, but that didn’t stop his movements. His hips stuttered ever so slightly though as he moaned at how you tightened up further. Your body writhed under him- mindlessly soaking up the pleasure he gave- and he made sure to hold you tight so you couldn’t move a muscle away.

Your nails dug into his back, mouth opened in a silent cry as Madara kept pounding away at you. His grunts and moans against your nipples only added to the sensations. The way his cock bullied its way into your cunt left you breathless. 

“Gah! M-Madara~ It’s too much!”

“Shhhh~” His attempt at being soothing was in direct contrast with the feral way he licked at your skin. 

“Mama will make you feel so good. Don’t think too much, baby. Just let Mama drink from your pretty tits and be a good cocksleeve for me, yeah?”

Your answer in return was just more moans as his tip prodded against the most sensitive spot inside you. Your eyes rolled upward and you arched your back as best you could- Was he going faster? It felt like it. It felt like he was being more rough with your body as time went on.

“Mama’s going to fill you to the brim~ Isn’t that right? Mama’s going to fuck you nice and full.” 

He hissed the last few words out, punctuating each one with a thrust.

His words made your mind melt. He talked down to you as if you were only good for two things. Milking and breeding. And if you were honest, in this moment you felt as if you were only good for those two things. Not that you were complaining when his rough treatment felt this good.

The only things on your mind were Madara and sex now.

He pulled your hair so you would give him more access to your neck. He trailed love bites down your skin, making sure to suck hickeys where it would be hard to miss lest you deliberately wore clothes to cover them. It wasn’t enough to pump his seed into you over and over again. He needed to mark you in every possible way he could. 

You let out another loud moan. His fingers at your clit quickly rubbed the swollen nerve, the stimulation enough to pull you back down from the hazy pool of pleasure you were drowning in back to reality. Your pussy gushed and tightened up around Madara’s cock once again as you came once again. Your chest heaved to catch your breath.

Utterly brainless in the moment, you just laid in Madara’s grasp, whimpering as you took his cock over and over again.

“One more, baby. Just for me~” His own breaths were getting heavy now. “C’mon… One more.”

His thrusts became sloppier. Any rhythm to it now gone in favour of deep, hard thrusts. You were so overstimulated that it didn’t take long for the familiar tension in your core to tighten up once more.

You only last a few more minutes before one last orgasm rocks you. Once again squirting out, Madara let out one final groan as he latched onto your chest and pressed his cock right up to your cervix.

The feeling of being flooded with warm cum leaves you giggling deliriously. Your body twitched ever so slightly in Madara’s hold. You could hear and feel him suck on your breasts more gently now. His thrusts became more shallow and slow until they came to a stop when the last rope of cum released inside you. 

With a happy sigh, you nuzzle your nose against his cheek. Your mind returns to you enough to remember your manners. “Thank you, Madara.”

Madara laughs breathlessly, kissing the top of your head. “You’re welcome, baby~ You did so good. So so good, baby~”

He only pulled out of you briefly to lay you on your side, sliding back in as he acted like the big spoon. You let him do as he pleases, too tired for much protest. His hands moved back to your chest to gently massage them. You honestly think he’s the sweetest with how much aftercare he provi-

“After a little rest, we’ll go again, okay~?”

Ah.

[sea-owl]

So my crack ship has always been Michael x Penelope x Colin.and I keep imagining scenarios like

Colin meets Michael when they were both on tour in India and pretty much click on the first day. Now one way or another they both find themselves in a bed and just become lovers. Then 6 months is up and Colin is part sad part excited to be home. Sad because he. leaves Michael and happy because he finally gets to see his Pen againwho has not responded to a single letter (quite rude!).

Fast forward Pen ignores him and he comes crying to Michael because WHY WONT PEN NOTICE HIM???! And Michael's laughing and intrigued by this fiery headed lady who he knows because Colin talks about her all the time (he doesn't mind, its quite cute honestly and he is even more intrigued since Fran has hinted at matchmaking both of them before).

Anyway he decides to surprise Colin and visit him in London and attend the next ball where he finally gets to meet Pen. Long story short, she is everything Colin had described and more and quickly comes to call on her the follpwing weeks. Honestly, Colin doesnt know if he's jealous of Pen or Michael at this point.

Meanwhile Pen is getting conflicted cause both men are worming their way into her heart and she actually cannot choose just one of them for a partner because she's inlove with both.

Then Michael proposes a 3some which Colin is all to eager to accept (Why wouldnt he??? He gets to have Pen AND Michael its a win win!)

One extra thing that really sealed the deal for me is the carriage scene AND the mirror scene with all three of them (PLEASE SOMEBODY WRITE A FIC OF THIS I AM BEGGING)

I dont know how this ends tho maybe Colin ends up marrying Pen publicly while in private the three of them exchange vows and live in the country side (The staff dont say anything cuz theyre paid well amd honestly not the first time they've encountered such a situation. Plus their masters and mistresses are incredibly kind and fun so it really is no problem for them)

Hey I've actually read fanfiction with these three. (Though when they are paired up John needs to stay alive or at least presumed to be alive, because I will not have a lonely Francesca.) They're a fun trio to work with, especially when Michael and Colin tag team on winding Penelope up. Poor girl can't see straight from all the pleasure these two give her.

Though the real fun is when Penelope decides to tease and whispers dirty things in both their ears (you know the woman is a master at dirty talk) which begins a game of chase all over and around their country manor.

Anyway I still say Michael's crush on Pen started before he met her because Colin always talked about her. It just intensifies when he finally meets her. Michael's mind goes, a pretty man AND a witty woman? Sign him the fuck up, it's the best of both worlds.

Michael convinces Colin to become a throuple with Penelope and then on the way for them to go discuss it with her they notice her getting into a hired hack. So of course they have to follow her. Well she unknowingly leads them to a church and in that church they discover she's Lady Whistledown.

They're in the carriage, she's sassing them off, and they go fuck it.

Colin dives in from the front kissing her senseless while his hands push her skirts up and caress her things. Michael has practically pulled Penelope onto his lap and is reaching up from behind her to play with her breasts while leaving a mark on the back of her neck. Michael gets his turn to kiss Penelope when Colin goes under her skits to feast on her sex. This causes Penelope gasp and grind her bottom down on Michael's erection. Michael curses at the sudden shock of pleasure while Colin smirks at getting both his lovers to moan.

Penelope unsure what to do with herself while being attached on either end reaches up with one hand in Michael's hair while the other one reaches down into Colin's. Uknowingly she is pulling both boys to her which encourages them to use their tongues more energetically. In response grinds her hips down on Michael again and her thighs pulling Colin's eager tongue deeper inside of her.

After all three are sweating, panting messes, Michael pulls Colin in for their own kiss wanting to taste both his lovers at once. Penelope is still laying in-between them and watching fascinated.

They end up agreeing to the throuple but Colin and Penelope were to publicly marry because the Bridgerton name held more weight which more meant more protection should someone discover Lady Whistledown.

[shotthrice]

ミ♫ // sc. // isn’t this just quaint, @musrattus​.

        so, this is how neku meets—at least, knowingly—another ghost.

        it happens, very laughably, when he’s on the streets of little tokyo, and when the sun is clear in the sky; and, a little horrifyingly, it starts as he’s walking through a crowd, and either he hears the ghost speak or he sees him about to speak. either way, neku still has to deliver an apology to the woman who scuffs his shoes and veer to the side out of passersby's ways, thoughts so incoherent they could manifest as mere scribbles in his head.

        in the span of a few seconds, neku debates what to say. if the world wills it—which, no, it probably won’t—he could ask anything again, maybe get a cryptic answer, maybe get an actual one, but if it doesn’t, then… well, then what?

        another second passes, and neku comes up with an answer. in fact, it’s a very simple one: it’s no. no, he’s not going to deal with this so easily.

        so, very laughably, neku takes a turn away from his initial destination ( probably a bad idea, ) darts into one of the alleys ( definitely a bad idea, ) and half-mutters, half-thinks ( how funny will that be if, this time, it’s the other person who can hear his thoughts and not the other way around? ) to joshua kiryu to, very kindly, fuck off.

[talkfastcal]

you can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to 🎵🎶

rules: hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 20 songs, then tag 10 people. no skipping!

Thank you for tagging me! @i-like-5sos

1. Long Way Home - 5SOS: Oh! I haven’t heard this song in awhile. This is one of my favorites from self titled (although I will always prefer the acoustic version) I still remember when they changed the lyrics to “white snake on the radio” during my ROWYSO show. My favorite lyric is “so we’re taking the long way home cause I don’t wanna be wasting my time alone”

2. Bloody Mary - Lady Gaga: I remember the first time I heard this being 11 years old and shocked LMAO if I’m being real honest I love the beat (AND THE BASS) of this song. ALSO the chorus “I WONT CRY FOR YOU” is so GOOD

3. Not Warriors - Waterparks: y’all are in for a TREAT THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE WATERPARKS SONGS. I cannot just listen to this song just once. It’s always at least 3 times and it’s ALWAYS blasting (and yes I did replay it 3 times and blast it through my headphones while typing this) When the beat drops and “THERES NOTHING IN MY SYSTEM SO IM FEELING WHAT I FEEL FOR YOU” so POWERFUL!!!! My favorite lyric is “but hey for what it’s worth I think you saved my life”

4. Best Song Ever - One Direction: I still refuse to believe this song is about sex LMAO this is such a fun song to dance to though I love it. My favorite part is Niall’s solo “I said can I take you home with me, she said never in your wildest dreams”

5. Strong - One Direction: OH! FUCK! MY FAVORITE ONE DIRECTION SONG DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH THE CHORUS “IM SORRY IF I SAY I NEED YOU” I CANT I CANT. If you have not heard them acapella sing this do me a favor and go listen ITS SO GOOD ALSO! Zayn’s high note. My favorite lyric is ofc Louis’ solo “think of how much love that’s been wasted people always trying to escape it move on to stop their heart breaking but there’s nothing I’m running from, you make me strong”

6. Kids In The Dark - All Time Low: YES I LOVE THIS SONG I LOVE THIS ALBUM I LOVE THE MEANING OF THE SONG I’m not joking when I say that I found this song and this band during the hardest time in my life and this song just really hit me hard. My favorite lyric is “beautiful scars on critical veins” AND the firework pop towards the end!!!!

7. Olivia - One Direction: I will admit this song has grown on me big time post hiatus (also the fact that now I’m not hiding my sexuality from myself I can freely listen to this song without feeling ashamed) I! Love! This! Song! It’s such a cute love song!! My favorite lyric is “the summertime butterflies all belong to your creation”

8. I Love You 5 - Never Shout Never: another band I was obsessed with back in 2015 I haven’t listened to this song in awhile!! I remember loving this song though and using it everywhere. I also like in the beginning he says “I love you one a two a three shoobe-doo I love you four that’s more than I can afford”

9. Only Angel - Harry Styles: idk not much to say about this Harry song it’s not in my top 5 but it’s a good song! I like listening to it but it’s just not my favorite. My favorite lyric is “open up your eyes shut your mouth and see that I’m still the only one who’s been in love with me”

10. Viva La Vida - Coldplay: no one: - me: AHHHHHHHHH literally this song will never be the same ever since 1d performed it on xfactor. Idk what to say about this song other than the fact that I like it??? I also like 1D’s cover of it??? Yea cool. My favorite lyric is “Never an honest word but that was when I ruled the world”

11. Glitter & Crimson - All Time Low: this song has definitely grown on me since the release of wake up sunshine. ALSO THE BRIDGE! My favorite lyric is “lets start lets start a riot hard to sit still when your head’s on fire”

12. (Love Will) Turn Back The Hands Of Time - Grease 2: don’t clown me y’all but this movie and soundtrack are a guilty pleasure. I love the original grease BUT grease 2!! It’s such a stupid movie but the soundtrack is fantastic. Anyways this song is another guilty pleasure LMAO I love the whole song so I’m not picking a “favorite lyric”

13. Savior - Rise Against: OH!!!! OH!!! THIS SONG RIGHT HERE!!!! fun fact: the first time I actually heard this song was when I watched a video of someone on YouTube burning her littlest pet shops because a trade went wrong and she got scammed so she took her anger out on that. I literally forgot about this song until one day I heard it in my junior year literature class and had major deja vu. Okay anyways I love this song LMAO my favorite part is the chorus “that’s when she said I don’t hate you boy I just want to save you while there’s still something left to save. That’s when I told her I love you girl but I’m not the answer for the questions that you still have WOAH OH OH WOAH OH OHHH”

14. National Anthem - DE’WAYNE: okay THIS SONG it’s so good and it describes what it’s like growing up in America as a POC. I don’t wanna say too much about it since I’m not a POC so I know I will never fully understand the song because of my privilege but I appreciate the fuck out of this. I love the entire song I don’t have a favorite lyric

15. Your Love - Nicki Minaj: I miss this Nicki Minaj. UM not much to say about this song either??? It’s a good song and I like it?! My favorite part is the chorus OH and the outro I love it

16. Just Dance - Lady Gaga: another pop classic from my childhood alright I MEAN ITS JUST DANCE?! HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THIS SONG??? ALSO THIS LADY GAGA?! Don’t get me wrong I love the lady Gaga we have now BUT THIS ONE WILL ALWAYS BE ASSOCIATED WITH MY CHILDHOOD AND PRETEEN YEARS. I remember feeling like a badass singing this song when I was 10 years old LMAO I don’t have a favorite lyric I love the whole thing it’s a bop

17. Dear Patience - Niall Horan: Oh!! One of my favorites from Heartbreak Weather. His voice in this song is just so beautiful ugh yes. I absolutely love the chorus of this. My favorite lyric is “feels like you don’t even know me just me and the stars can get lonely”

18. San Francisco - 5sos: OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG ITS IN MY TOP 3 FROM SOUNDS GOOD FEELS GOOD. I hardly see anyone appreciate this song so I’m here to tell y’all: ITS A GOOD SONG?!?! have y’all listened to the live version AS WELL!!!! masterpiece. This song makes me happy especially the guitar at the beginning. My favorite lyric is “reminds me of when we were free I swear that it’s still haunting me” BUT! I do love that pre-chorus

19. They All Float - Waterparks: NICE a song from their first EP okay but I love this song it’s much heavier compared to what they sing now and that’s what I like about it. My favorite part is THE BRIDGE!!! “this is the part where you cut your losses this is the part where you get a job this is the part where you settle for less just like you never wanted to”

20. We made it finally Adrenaline - Simple Creatures: OH MY GOD THIS SONG LISTEN this is the first song I listened to from this band (which btw if y’all didn’t know is made up of Alex Gaskarth from ATL and Mark Hoppus from Blink-182) I mean while it’s more pop (which is what their intention is) ITS STILL A GOOD BAND!!! ESPECIALLY THIS SONG!! ITS SO GOOD DAMN I love the music video omfg. I’m just a sucker for dance choreography since I grew up surrounded by dance (I did competitive dance for a couple of years and my sister was a competitive dancer until she graduated) okay enough about me this song is so damn good I can’t stop saying that alright! My favorite lyric “I think we’re failin to connect you don’t what you do to me do to me do to me” and I LOVE THE CHORUS

This was fun!!! And it took me forever LMAO I’m not tagging 10 people but I’ll tag some

@louhazzabeingloudandloud @28-oops-hi @devilatmydoor @glitter-cal and anyone else who wants to do this!! 💜

[dear-selena]

All I See (Peter Parker x Soulmate! Reader): Chapter 3

Peter x Reader Soulmate!AU

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Epilogue

Summary: You live in a world where women start to gain color when they meet their soulmate, but they cannot see all the colors at once until they’ve united with them. Peter Parker is your soulmate, but he has no idea. You want to tell him about the colors you see, but are afraid to. Sometimes, girls can be malicious with the soulmate troupe, and you don’t want Peter to think you’re doing the same. So you keep quiet, and experience one color at a time.

It isn’t until Liz Allan comes in the picture that all you see is green, and you hate it.

Warnings: Subtle mentions of blood and TONS OF ANGST

A/N: Hello everyone! I’m really happy to see the positive feedback so far. I really want to thank everyone for reading this lil ol’ fanfic of mine. I’ve really been enjoying writing again, so I’m hoping to keep this up before I go back to school. Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged for future updates!

Chapter Three: Past Colors

Words: 2116

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“Ah, shit!”

Peter hissed, biting his tongue in order not to yell and alert your parents of his presence. He had just come to your home, in the middle of the night, with a large open scrape across his right bicep. He had a pretty rough fight with some people trying to break into an apartment complex, and although he managed to stop them, he still came out of the fight with cuts and bruises. When he found himself in really bad shape, he’d web sling right to you for help.

The two of you currently sat on your bed, the top of his Spider-Man suit off to give you easier access to his injuries. You wipe the outside of his wound with soap and warm water, purple colors making his cut look darker than it probably was. Before you could wrap his arm in gauze and stop any further bleeding, you wanted clean his wound.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry…” you mumble quietly as you try to continue cleaning the scrape. You wanted to stop after he hissed, as you hated the idea of hurting him. But you knew you needed to help patch up your soulmate. Despite your purple vision and your anxious heartbeat, you wanted to make sure Peter was okay.

After a couple minutes, his wound looked to be in a good place for you to cover it. Taking the gauze you always kept around for him, you securely wrap his bicep until you could not see any form of injury. You let out a sigh of relief you didn’t realize you were holding as your vision turns turquoise. You successfully helped patch up your soulmate once again.

You helped make sure your soulmate was safe once again.

Peter slowly moved his right arm, testing to see if it was still functional. After a moment, you suddenly felt strong arms wrap around you. Peter was embracing you with one of his hands in your hair, one on your back, and his head tucked into your neck.

Your vision immediately turns pink at his actions. You feel yourself blush as you quickly returned the hug, wrapping your arms around his back and leaning into his bare chest. You’ve hugged Peter plenty of times before, but the thought of him holding you in such an exposed state made you internally melt.

“God (Y/N), what would I do without you?” Peter asks into your neck.

“Probably bleed to death in your home.”

Peter chuckled as he lifted himself off you, his hands moving to hold yours as he smiles at you. “Seriously though, you’re a miracle worker. I’m so glad I can actually rely on you for help,” Peter practically gushes.

The tone Peter had made you frown in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Peter blinked, realizing that you caught on to what he was saying. “O-oh, it’s nothing too crazy… it’s something really stupid that happened before I met you.”

You had an idea of what he was talking about, and if you’re being honest, you wanted to hear him talk about it. “You can talk about it with me, it’s okay Pete.”

Peter looks at you and slightly smiles, squeezing your hands a little tighter and rubbing his thumbs on your knuckles. “So, this is going to sound absolutely ridiculous, but last year I started seeing a girl who claimed I was her soulmate.”

You knew where he was going with this story, but you couldn’t help the green that embraced your vision.

“Her name was Gwen, and I thought she was really sweet,” Peter continued. “She used to tell me how she could only see pink around me and blue when I was gone. I honestly believed her, and I dated her for about four months. I honestly really liked her, and I was so happy to have met my soulmate. But I didn't realize until later on that she was dating 4 other guys at school. She was basically using us for different things. I assume she was using me to pass her classes. She was failing calculus when we started dating,” Peter puts his right hand in his face and sighs angrily. “I was just- I was just so caught up in the idea of finding my soulmate that I didn’t see any of the red flags. I was trying to find ways to spend more time with her and tell her I’m Spider-Man. But every time, she would blow me off for God knows what. It really hurt when I caught her cheating on me, and it broke me when she said she didn’t want anything to do with me anymore.”

Peter’s story left you in utter shock. You knew this happened, but you didn’t know to what depths. What this girl did to your soulmate was just so awful, and you can feel your blood boiling inside of you. Your vision slowly started to turn red, a color that relates to anger and frustration. You’ve only seen this color when Peter did something to really bothered you, but this time you knew you saw red because of what Gwen did to him. How could someone lie to so many guys about the soulmate troupe? How could someone like Peter?

How could someone use your soulmate?

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down before taking Peter’s hand again and bringing them closer to you in an attempt to comfort him. Peter looks up at you, eyes glistening with tears he was clearly fighting off. “Peter I’m so sorry she did that. Words cannot describe how angry it makes me to know people like her do this to others. The soulmate connection should be a special thing that comes naturally. She probably still sees in black and white for all we know.” You take another deep breath as the red calms back down to a pink. “I can assure you that no matter what, I’ll always be here for you, and I will never lie to you. I care about you too much.”

It’s true, you truly cared for Peter. Yes, these feelings came with the pleasure of being his soulmate, but despite that, he was a genuinely good guy. He cared about people and risked his life everyday for them. He took time out of his crazy schedule to see you, Ned, and MJ now that his responsibilities as a superhero are starting to play out better. He cares about his grades, future, and most importantly, his friends.

He was simply amazing, soulmate or not.

“Thanks (Y/N), that means so much,” Peter smiles at you. You pull him in for another hug and Peter tucks his head back into the crook of your neck. Absentmindedly, you start tracing random shapes on his back, fully engulfed in his embrace. Your vision dances in pink and yellow, as you feel multiple emotions inside of you. Eventually, your vision settles into a calm and beautiful pink that made your heart feel warm. Moments like this don’t happen often between the two of you. But when they do, you wished they lasted forever.

“Hey (Y/N)?” Peter mumbles into your neck. He pulls himself off of you to look at you better, much to your dismay. “Why haven’t you told your soulmate about you?”

You quickly look away from him. “Uh, uh- what?”

“You know how you mentioned you know your soulmate? Why haven’t you told them yet?”

You can feel a blush quickly cover your face, and you wish you could just explode on the spot. You never talk about your soulmate, much less to your soulmate himself. But this might be the segway to the conversation you ultimately need to have with him.

“Oh… uh… well…” You try to find the right words to say. “I don’t think my soulmate sees me in a romantic way. I want him to, you know, have feelings for me naturally. I don’t want him to think I’m burdening him or lying or anything like that.”

You glance at Peter to see him looking at you in disbelief. “(Y/N), c’mon. Don’t think like that. Your soulmate is going to love you!” He chuckles to himself. “Not gonna lie, when you told us at lunch that you can see colors a few weeks ago, I was pretty jealous.”

“Well that makes two of us,” you thought to yourself, remembering that his old crush moved back and you now mostly see green.

“I used to be so excited to meet my other half, and I hate the fact that there’s no way I’ll know who she is until she says something. I guess that’s why I believed Gwen at the time…” He looked down and shook his head, practically scolding himself. “But Aunt May and I always talk about how soulmates are ultimately destined to work out, so you should just be honest to whoever it is!”

Your heart starts accelerating at his words of encouragement, but before you can say anything to him, he continues.

“Just take me and Liz for example. Sure, she hasn’t mentioned any soulmate stuff to me yet, but I think Liz moving back must be some sort of sign. I never thought I’d see her again, but the soulmate thing has to be why the universe brought her back.”

Your eyes went wide as you felt your heart completely drop to your stomach. Was he really falling for Liz again? The pink instantly changed to green and you felt your fists clench and teeth grit. Constantly hearing about Liz made you want to burst, but you knew that would get you know. It just frustrates you to no end that after all the times you’ve spent together, Peter was falling for another girl.

You suddenly realize that you should have told Peter about your colors a long time ago. You should have told him that he was your soulmate the moment you felt comfortable around him. You’ve avoided it for so long out of fear, but he was right. It’s time to be honest to Peter. The more you wait to tell him the more he thought he belonged to someone else.

You’re tired of holding this information in. You’re ready to tell Peter.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, ready to reveal yourself to your soulmate once and for all. Ready to explain why you held back and silently pray to God that he would understand. You open your eyes to see Peter staring at you curiously.

You were ready to see all the colors at once. You were ready to tell him the truth he’s so long deserved to know.

“Peter, I-“

Peter’s phone suddenly rings, blasting his ring tone throughout your room. Both you and Peter jump apart at the sudden noise. Peter quickly rummages around until he frantically picks up his phone off your night stand.

“Hello?... Aunt May what are you still doing up?... I’m sorry there was this really bad fight and (Y/N) was helping me-... I’m sorry… yes… yes I’ll come home now. I’m sorry,” Peter quickly hangs up the phone and slides the upper part of his suit back on his body.

“I’m really sorry (Y/N), Aunt May noticed I was gone and she’s really worried right now,” Peter got up and found his mask, slipping it back on his head. “Thank you again for your help, I’ll see you Monday?”

You nod your head, mentally cursing Aunt May for the interruption. “Yes, get home safe.”

After a quick hug and him telling you to get some sleep, Peter was out your window, web-slinging through the streets of Queens once again. You clean up the mess you made while performing first-aid on Peter, and tuck yourself into bed.

Right when Peter left, your vision instantly turned red again. You were frustrated, as you just lost your perfect opportunity to reveal yourself to your soulmate. Finding another perfect time to tell him will practically be impossible now. Peter just opened up to you in a way he’s never done so before, and telling him that you’re his soulmate now might make him suspicious. You hate that this isn’t easy for you. You hated that you hadn’t told him earlier. But most of all, you hated that he didn’t see you the way you saw him.

As you tried to fall asleep that night, there were two things you knew you needed to do. One, you’d need to calm yourself down by Monday to put your thoughts cleanly together, and two…

You needed to find a way to tell Peter that he was your soulmate.

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[wolfpawn]

When Ghosts Come For Us

Chapter 28

NOTE This is based on the movie Crimson Peak, so if any of the subject matter in that was uncomfortable for you, you will find this similar. I will *NOT* be describing incest in this, it will only be implied, same as the movie.

As I have stated already, my laptop is broken at present so please excuse grammar mistakes and the lack of GIFs and pics.

WARNING None. Also, I do not own any image or gif used in this story.

HERE is the link to Chapter 1 on Ao3

Rating - Mature

Charlotte's attention went from one sibling to the other. Thomas's features did nothing to assist her in assessing the situation. Blake, though he was loyal to his master, stayed on front of his mistress defensively. Charlotte kept her head high and focused on her husband. 'Thomas.’

'You have been forcing Lucille to be as she has?’

'Yes.’ She did not even wait more than a moment to answer. 'I have.’

'Why?’

'It does not matter why.’ Lucille hissed indignantly.

'I told you of Cordelia, how she was murdered.’ Thomas nodded. ‘And of what my father did to us?’ Again, Thomas nodded  'My father got her with child, my mother beat her so badly that she lost the baby and they shoved her into an asylum, Normansfield.’ Thomas gave a slight look to his sister. 'I told you she was killed there. Take a guess who was the murderess.’

'You did all this, to get Lucille? You…?’

'I swore to get her out, I failed. I met a good man and planned to have him buy the mines from your family for almost nothing, but he died and I realised that there was another way to do it.’

'You used me?’ Thomas's features showed his hurt.

'Just as you used me for my money, so please do not act so hurt, you used me too.’ She explained.

'You never….’ Thomas felt his gut clench.

'I used your desperation as you used mine.’

‘You never loved me.’

'If after everything, that is your perception of my feelings for you, then you have not been paying much attention.’

'Thomas.’ Lucille ordered, handing the letter opener to him.

Thomas, for his part, stared at it blankly for a moment before looking at Charlotte horrified. 'Lucille…?’

'Look what she did to me, what she did to us, she tried to take you from me. She has that thing trying to ruin us…’ Lucille hissed, glaring at Charlotte's stomach.

Thomas looked at his pregnant wife then to her stomach, knowing that to harm her would kill his child also. He swallowed.

'Thomas.’ He looked back to Charlotte's face. ‘It is okay.’

‘...What…?’

'I tried to free you from her, that became part of this, trying to redeem you, to get you away from her influence. You are so good, you have kindness and love in you, I know that, I have witnessed and bore to that.’ She looked at her stomach and gave a small smile. 'I bear it in me.’ She looked at him again. 'But I know the influence she has over you also. And how you would do most anything to please her. You've done everything to please her, even I was chosen to please her. I know everything, I understand.’

'You could not possibly…’

'I know what you did together, that angered your mother so. I know what the humming meant when I first came here, the child she bore because of it.’ His eyes widened. 'I know everything.’

'Even….’

'Margaret, Pamela, Enola, Edith...I know, I always knew.’ His hand shook at her revelation. 'I know and I understand.’

'How…?’

'I am the one that moved everything before everyone came, all of what was in the cellar, I tidied it away so that no one could find anything incriminating on you.’

'Lucille…’

'Nothing I did was for her, it was for you, Thomas. Everything I did was for you. I could not and would not let you suffer.’

'Why?’

'Because I love you. I gave up everything for you.’ she shrugged.

'No….you used me.’ He walked forward, the letter opener in hand.

‘You used me also, yet I do not question your declarations of love now.’ She countered. She threw aside the weapon she had.

'Where did you get that?’

'I used to have it under my pillow until I realised you were an honest man. It has been in the dresser since.’ She looked him in the eye. 'I cannot hurt you.’ She turned and walked over to the dresser again and retrieved some letters and turned and held them out for him. 'I contacted Mr Longley myself with my condition, he sent this, these are what you brought from the post office for me.’

Thomas opened it and read the writing before looking back at Charlotte. ‘You…’

'I signed it so that you are in charge of the money.’ She stated. ‘I never really wanted it. Everything I wanted, I had. I just wanted you and our baby, together.’ She looked at him with acceptance in her features. She took his hand with the weapon in it and put it pressing it to her skin where her heart was in her chest before taking the other one and pressing her lips to the back of his hand. 'It is yours now. Achieve your goals, Thomas, you have done so well so far. I am so proud of you.’ She smiled lovingly.

'Do you really love me?’

'We both started this with ulterior motives, in that time, we found ourselves falling for the other, much to the hatred of those of our blood. You need to decide now, do you believe those words and actions we called love in our time together to be lies or truths.’ She looked down once more. 'I firmly believe that it was an act of love that created our child and after everything I knew of the acts that create children, I am glad I knew the love and kindness one can have for another doing such things before leaving this world. I got that grace when my sister did not.’

Thomas looked at Charlotte sadly. He took her hand in his and gently squeezed it. ‘I...cannot…’ He turned and looked at Lucille. 'I…’

'You are so weak.’ She scoffed taking her weight off the door frame and walking forward, her hand extended to take the letter opener. ‘I have spent my life doing all of this for you because you are weak and cannot do it.’

'Being heartless is not strength, love does not make you weak.’ Charlotte declared. When Lucille came forward, Blake's snarls increased and he stepped forward. 'Blake…’ She tried to call the dog away. 'Thomas...please, not him too.’ She pleaded.

Thomas went to get the dog but he avoided him and looked at Thomas in almost an accusatory manner before looking back at Lucille, staying between her and Charlotte.

'Stupid fleabag.’ Lucille hissed. As she stepped forward, Blake stayed between his mistress and her would-be be attacker.

‘Not as meek as Enola's little pet.’ Charlotte smiled proudly. 'He will not be so easily gotten rid of.’

‘You are about it die.’ Lucille snapped.

'That is evident.’

'Beg for your life, for that thing’s life.’ She pointed to Charlotte's stomach.

'I stopped begging for my life when I was six years old. I will never beg. I learnt back then that pleas do not stop someone whose only motive is to hear them for their own pleasure, it only encourages them more.’ She stood, head high and a smile on her face. 'If you are going to kill me, then do so. I will not die on my knees, I swore it the day I chose to smile to spite my parents and their actions that I would stand if I were to die of brutality.’

Lucille scowled at her. 'Beg.’

‘Just get on with it.’

'What did you mean?’ Both women looked at Thomas. 'You said we loved one another even when those of our blood hated it. Not my blood, but ours.’

'Before my father molested Cordelia and I, he did so to a girl of sixteen years, Elizabeth Thompson, and in doing so, making her the mother of Dr Edward Thompson, my half brother, my father's bastard.’ She explained.

'He...I thought…’ Thomas stared at her shocked. 'Dr Thompson is your brother?’

'Yes, he is. And the day he realised I loved you, you walked in on him stating that he was fearful that you would harm me, he saw then that I could never defend myself against you. Then when he realised we created our child...that was the day I sat morosely reading his letters, he has cast me aside.’

'He wrote...why has he abandoned you?’

'In laying with you, in carrying your child, I chose you, in the most primal of ways. I made myself yours in every manner, he disowned me as a sister. I hate proving him right. He warned me of this,that this, that loving you would get me killed.’

‘That is why you were pleased to see him in town?’

'Seeing him with Joanne, seeing him not letting the dishonourable manner of coming to be impede his happiness, I cannot express my joy, I hope him to have a long happy life with her.’ She smiled genuinely at the idea of such.

'I thought...I suspected something odd but I…’

'Did you suspect something untoward?’

'I thought him to be interested in you or something similar, you seemed so happy to see him, I never suspected…’

‘I was happy to see him, yes. He is all there is in the world now to prove our family existed and he has a different name.’ Charlotte stated. She looked at her stomach again and sighed sadly. 'I am sorry, Little One. I was meant to protect you and instead, I created you only for you to die before you even got to live. I love you so much.’ She rested her hand on her swollen midriff and looked at Thomas. 'Please, don't put me in a clay vat like the others, or if you do, take the baby and put it somewhere more fitting.’ He could not meet her gaze. She then looked Lucille. 'Do your worst.’

Lucille stumbled forward, Blake refusing to step down from defending her before kicking him and causing him to yelp before he turned and sank his teeth into her wrist on the hand holding the knife. She swapped hands so that she could use her other one and went to strike. Charlotte rushed forward to protect her dog as Lucille's hand came down. There was a pained yelp from Blake before Thomas rushed forward into the madness and put and end to it.

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[kittenfemme27]

The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires

I don’t know about you, reader, but it’s been actual years since I was able to properly sit down and finish a book. My last one was Lovecraft Country in 2018, and many, many years before that. Reading used to be a big passion of mine, I loved to get lost in the worlds. I loved the movie that played out in my head as I read, as if it was projecting itself into my mind more-so than i was actually reading the words themselves. For a kid who didn’t always grow up with the internet or video games available, Books from my local library were a great escape.

So, having found myself getting more and more into horror around 2019 in all forms of media I consumed, I was more than happy to bookmark a tweet from a horror artist I follow on Twitter who had a list of all the horror books he’d read that year. This would be my chance to get back into reading, finally!

Cue.. 2 years later, and I’ve finally started on that list. The top of that list, “The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires“, was something I found immediately intriguing from the title and cover alone. I’m now regretting that decision so much that I’m not sure I’ll bother with the rest of the list.

(CW: R*pe, Gore, Racism)

“The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires” is an awful book. The only compliment I feel I could accurately give it is that it’s not written incompetently enough, from a purely technical standpoint, as to be unreadable.

The story stars Patricia Campbell, a housewife in the 1980′s-1990′s that is more apology than character, and her rag-tag group of similarly middle-aged, middle-income southern white wine sipping housewives who do, and I cannot stress this enough, almost nothing but test each other’s and the readers patience for nigh on 310 out of 357 pages. They bicker, they fight, they treat Patricia as crazy when she repeatedly shows them evidence that children around them are dying, and most of all they refuse to do absolutely anything, leaning more into pure disbelief until the problem has literally violated one of them. The book club women don’t lead interesting lives, either. They’ve got husbands who are not in love with them, children who hate them, and friendships with each other that can be broken by what feels tantamount to bringing the wrong wine to a meeting. Throughout the story, Patricia is accosted by the resident Vampire-like creature, more akin to a human mosquito than any sort of real “Vampire”, that moves in after his aunt dies. A man named James Harris. He smoothly worms his way into everyone’s lives in the charismatic way a vampire does and convinces everyone that Patricia is more or less insane for ever suspecting him of being a vampire after she watches him feed on a child. This leads to her attempting suicide after being pushed into a corner by her doctor husband who seems to have been ripped straight from the 1950′s and thinks women should be Seen and not Heard. She gives up and more or less goes comatose as a character for roughly 3 years until finally she snaps to her senses after seeing a ghost of her dead mother in law who knew the Vampire when she was a small child, who leads her to one of the bodies he’s got stored in his attic, and convinces everyone else in her book club, who has routine abandoned her at this point, to help her kill James. They do, chopping his body to bits while it taunts them and then throwing the bits into a fire. Patricia divorces her husband at the end and somehow that makes her children lover her, happy-ever-after ending.

That’s the rough synopsis, but it doesn’t really do the grossness of this book any justice. That first child James kills, is a black 9 year old named Destiny who later kills herself as it’s revealed that the Vampire-like creature’s bites feel so good and so sexually pleasurable, that if you are deprived of them after becoming addicted you’re likely to just commit suicide. This is AFTER she’s taken away from her mother by child services because they assume the bite marks are syringe injection marks and that her mother must be a druggie. She’s not the first black child to die this way either. In-fact, by the time Patricia becomes wise to James’ ways, she’s the third. They’re all from a poor black neighborhood that is literally described as shady, dangerous, and being full of “Super Predators” called Six-Mile, which is the de-facto feeding ground of the Vampire for a good 75% of the book, as well as the home of the literally only surviving named black character, Ursula Greene, who herself is nothing more than a “wise old negro” trope along with being a maid to these rich white people who think of her as trash. This is probably the biggest overarching problem in the book. It tries, in the authors words, to explore the relationships between the white, rich women who brag about how their cul-de-sac is so safe and pure that nobody even locks their door, and the poor black characters from Six-Mile. The book thinks its clever, because Mrs. Green constantly points out that the white characters let the black children die callously so that their white children would live, to which they can only reply about how guilty that makes them feel and how they’re sorry. I’m not sure what the author hoped to accomplish by pointing out the institutional racism of the 90′s, but whatever he hoped to accomplish, it fail flat on its face in the most racist way it could.

I wish that was where gross things ended for this book, but its not. At one point, the Vampire-like creature rapes one of the book club members and she is more or less outright stated to be pregnant with a monster from that rape and it is also revealed that the rape gave her an “Auto-Immune Disease” that the characters husband immediately likens to AIDS and that is very quickly killing her. This information causes her to choose to have her body cremated so nothing can spring forth from her corpse when she dies. The implications this has are frankly appalling. The books decision on whether or not a woman who gets pregnant from rape is worthy of life is to resolutely and proudly say no and treat that as if its a feminist answer. That if you’re raped, it’s akin to something like AIDS and life simply isn’t worth living. it’s one of the grossest things I’ve read in a long time.

It’s not even the only shock value the book uses to make it’s events feel real and scary, others include Patricia’s son “Blue” being obsessed with Nazi’s, for genuinely seemingly no reason. He just brings them up to make you, and everyone in the story, uncomfortable. There are constant overwrought descriptions of gore or simply gross scenarios, such as an indepth description of Patricia’s ear-lobe being ripped off, or rats gnawing the flesh off on a old woman, or a cockroach crawling inside someones ear. There is also the repeated child murder or child suicide, which doesn’t really serve a purpose other than to shock the middle-aged mothers this book was meant for, with multiple sentences in which Patricia thinks about how much it would hurt if that were her children, inviting the reader to do the same with their own.

And we couldn’t forget that this book is just unrepentant in its horniness. It’s outright stated that being fed on is the most sexually pleasurable thing one can feel, which makes it all the more awkward when you consider that the Vampire’s first set of victims are children, later Patricia’s teenage daughter who she walks in on in the middle of being fed and who she has to stop from literally masturbating in that moment while attempting to punch the Vampire off of that same teenage daughter. But, of course, it doesn’t end there. It’s a book about almost entirely women written by a Cis Male Author, which means there are constant depiction of female bodies in the nude or in violence. It’s no “She boobed boobily”, thankfully, but it’s not much better than that. Describing pubic hair, breast shape, and even making it so that the Vampire-like creature drinks from a penis-esque proboscis that extends from it’s throat and right into the upper thigh of it’s victim, which is mentioned twice to be right next to the vagina. It even goes so far as to try and sexualize its own rape, aswell as having Patricia tell the rape victim how good it feels with this section between the two. Something I’m including here in its entirety because no amount of words I can write describes how gross this passage is, in context.

   “Grace already... told me,” Slick said, opening her eyes, pulling her mask away from her face to speak. “I made her... give me all the details.”

   “Me too,” Patricia said. “I was out from what he did to me.”

   “How did... it feel?” Slick asked.

   Patricia would never have said this to anyone but Slick. She leaned forward.

   “It felt so good,” she breathed, the immediately remembered what he’d done to Slick and felt selfish and insensitive.

   “Most sin does,” Slick said.

I think the thing that angers me the most about this book is that it’s tricked a lot of people who read it into thinking its a fun, feminist read. All of the main characters are overworked mothers who struggle with being that overworked, and then come out on top anyway because of their motherly intuition and love for their kids. It’s the kind of book that a single struggling mother would read and think “Yeah, I’d do that, that’d be me! I’d save the day!” and it makes them feel good about themselves, and about being a mother, and about how hard it is to make the kids lunches and clean the husbands dirty underwear and make sure the house is clean and dinner is on the table by 6 PM all while looking hashtag fabulous and like a girlboss. A quick trawl through any review site will show roughly the exact type of single mothers this book is written for giving it 5 stars and calling it hilarious and empowering. And y’know, I don’t have a problem inherently with prose written for that demographic. But this book gets away with a ton of racism, sexism, and outright disgusting content by hiding itself under that veneer and I think that’s just awful. It should be held to scrutiny for what it is, for how bad it is, and it clearly never was.

Don’t read this book. It sucks. It sucks so fucking much. I want my night I spent reading it back.

[jenseits-der-sterne]

Progression

Author: me! (Jenseits-der-Sterne on AO3) Rating: T Words:  5841 Pairing: Zelink! Summary:  A person can be described with many different words and titles, some of which are earned through deeds great and small, public and personal, through friendship and love. A progression of Link and Zelda's relationship over the years, described with different words and titles to suit the times. Notes: Yo, so the first part of this was totally inspired by @greenieloveszelink (she doesn’t even know) by this post here and her her tags on it. Then the rest of the parts tumbled out of me over the next couple of weeks. This took me a stupidly long time to write, but here it is finally. I figured it was about time I started a dedicated BotW tumblr, so here I am finally, in the deep end! This is also posted on AO3, come and get it! UPDATE!: I wrote a smutty sequel, Assertive, I hope you like it :O

He’s seventeen, quiet, observant, and resolute. She’s sixteen, passionate, intelligent, and beautiful. The first time Link sees her, he’s standing with Urbosa and Daruk in the throne room.

Before Link even lays eyes on the princess, the sword on his back sings, her presence causing a strange shiver to run down his spine. Time seems to slow as he turns, in a daze. He knows her, the feeling of familiarity roots him in place and all he can do is stare. This time, her hair is golden, it trails behind her as she approaches her father, the king.

Link is vaguely aware that the king is talking about him when she turns, her eyes flashing at him. This time, they’re like emeralds, and the gaze she directs at him is a mix of shock, frustration, and sorrow. He senses he’s the cause of these feelings and it makes his heart heavy, but he cannot look away and for that moment they stare at one another. Just as quickly, she turns back to her father and says something Link does not hear.

“Hey, little guy, the princess sure is something, isn’t she?” Daruk says cheerfully beside him. 

Link is surprised when he hears is own voice, “Yes, she’s… beautiful.”

Of all the things he could have said… Link has been told that he’s lived countless lifetimes over the millennia and the sword has proven this by showing him glimpses of these past versions of himself. If he has lived so many lifetimes, would he not have a more profound observation to offer than a boy’s inartful comment?  Apparently not, a thought that makes his jaw clench. The moment serves as another reminder that silence is often the safest route.

“My, my,” Urbosa chimes in, “it seems the princess managed to elicit words from our hero. Where were those words when the chieftain was quite smitten with you, hmm?”

Link manages to tear his eyes from Princess Zelda to direct a raised eyebrow at Urbosa and he lets out a quiet huff. Urbosa throws her head back and laughs as Link’s gaze is drawn magnetically back to the princess.

Princess Zelda is animated as she speaks to her father, agitated at something. Link’s enthralled, for right now her passion speaks to all the things he’s not. Link’s in a foggy haze when the Princess turns on her heel and approaches their trio.

“Princess, I’m glad to see you’re well,” Urbosa says with a slight tip of her head, “Have you met Link, our final champion?”

Princess Zelda spares him a glance. Link, slowly becoming aware that he’s staring like a fool, swallows under her heated gaze.

“No, it’s a… pleasure, Sir Link,” she responds and Link knows that it isn’t. Her eyes leave his, “Urbosa, Daruk, it’s wonderful to see you. How are you?”

“Well, princess. You should know you’ve been missed in the Forbidden City,” Urbosa responds, but then her voice takes on a teasing tone, “but then again, so has our Link here.”

Link’s eyes flick to Urbosa and he manages a small glower, causing the tall warrior to laugh for a second time.

But, again like a moth drawn to flame, Link’s eyes are drawn back to the princess. A furrow creases Zelda’s brow, “How is that even possible?” Her tone is confused and also decidedly not amused.

“A story for another time, perhaps,” Urbosa chuckles and Link is relieved.

“Princess, the little guy here thinks you’re beautiful!” Daruk says excitedly.

With that Link’s eyes widen and he feels a violent flush creep up his face. Zelda’s head snaps back to him, and he can see she’s slightly red in the face, as well. Daruk’s unexpected response only causes Urbosa to laugh a third time.

Links opens his mouth, but no words come. What do you even say to that? Daruk’s eagerness is good-natured, his intentions were not meant to embarrass.

“Come now, Daruk, Hylians aren’t usually so forward with that,” Urbosa says, amusement lacing her words, “but for what it’s worth, Princess, you are a sight to behold.”

“Thank you, Urbosa,” Zelda stares Link down, and he wants to disappear. “Now if you will excuse me, I have an experiment to attend to.” With that, she sweeps away and in spite of everything, he is powerless to stop himself from watching her go.

The moment the princess has left the throne room, the haze Link was in snaps and the full weight of his embarrassment falls on him. It must show on his face, for Urbosa claps his shoulder, laughing yet again. Link, with a sinking feeling, gives himself the name he deserves: fool.

He’s seventeen, silent, vigilant, and empathetic. She’s sixteen, determined, methodical, and angry. Link would know, as that anger is directed at him, as she tells him for the hundredth time that she does not need him as her escort. Her eyes are flashing, her gestures agitated, and, goddesses, she’s beautiful.

“It seems that I’m the only one with a mind of my own,” Zelda says with an emphatic tilt of her head, her hands placed on her hips.

Link winces slightly, pondering for a second if that is true.

“I, the person in question, am fine, regardless of the king’s orders,” she continues imperiously, “Return to the castle and tell that to my father, please.”

Now she sweeps past him, her head held high. He knows that what she’s given him is an order, but he cannot follow it for she must be kept safe. He jogs up behind her, but he soon knows the folly in this, as she spins around, her fists clenched.

“And stop following me!” This time, she’s yelled at him, which is new. He’s taken aback and stops in his tracks.

Link empathizes with her: she’s capable and has clearly managed without him for so long. But, his travels have also shown him that Hyrule is a wild, sometimes unforgiving land. He’s also been jumped by enough Yiga to know that it’s possible for any given traveler to be untrustworthy.

He wants to tell her these things, to explain that her father wants her to be safe. He wants to explain that that even though she doesn’t like that he’s around, he finds her passion inspiring, that perhaps he could learn something from her. He wants to tell her that her father’s orders are in fact secondary to the need he feels deep in his bones to protect her, a need he can’t explain and doesn’t fully understand.

Link wants to say all these things and more, but his breath is cut short when he sees tears in her eyes. He sees that she feels this to be a true injustice. He also feels that something about this interaction goes deeper than the fact that she’s no longer allowed to be independent in her own kingdom.

With that Zelda turns away from him and runs to her horse. She quickly climbs into the saddle and then furtively wipes at one eye. She digs her heels into her steed’s side, accompanying the motion with a sharp cry to urge her horse forward. And then she’s galloping away, quite literally leaving Link in the dust.

And then silence, which he’s accustomed to. But right now, he’s conflicted, feeling he should follow her but also wishing to let her be free. He breaks the silence, “Well, shit.”

He’s eighteen, soft-spoken, hopeful, and stalwart. She’s sixteen, driven, eager, and boisterous. He should know, as she’s currently shoving a frog into his face. While he counts himself as brave, he’s not keen on eating this frog and he makes that clear with his surprised yelp.

“Taste it!” she pushes it closer into his face and he leans further back, another yelp escaping before he loses his balance entirely and falls onto his back with an “Oof!”

He’s not usually so clumsy and he blinks for a moment, surprised at his lack of coordination. Zelda laughs and he tilts his head up to see she’s kneeling in the grass, the frog still miraculously sitting in her palms. He can’t help the slow smile that crosses his features and when he lets his head drop back into the grass, he’s surprised to hear himself chuckle.

Zelda sighs, a smile wide on her face as she lets the poor frog go. She brushes her hands on her leggings and then looks up to find him watching her. She flashes him a smile, which causes his heart to flutter, and then she crawls toward him. Link watches her with wide eyes as she drops down on the grass beside him with a contented sigh.

“I suppose that if I cannot get you to devote yourself to science, then I should at least be content to enjoy this lovely day with you,” her eyes are dancing and she’s lying on her side next to him. She’s so close and he’s enamored.

He clears his throat before responding, “If it would please you, princess, I would consent to most anything, but please don’t make me eat anything that’s alive.”

She surprises him as she pokes his side, clicking her tongue, “I didn’t ask you to eat it. I simply wanted you to taste it. Semantics, my good knight, semantics.”

“Ah, I see, tasting a live frog, so much better,” he responds with a small grin.

Zelda laughs again, the sound is music to his ears. When she stops, she’s smiling as a shy expression crosses her face.

“If you would consent to most anything, would you consent to this?” Her hand reaches out and finds his own laying at his side in the grass. Her fingers intertwine with his as she continues to watch his face, her cheeks tinged pink.

Link did not expect this, but he accepts it as a blessing from Hylia herself. He gives her fingers a squeeze and responds with an adamant “Always.”

He’s eighteen, protective, courageous, and in love. She’s seventeen, determined, stubborn, and loyal. And he should know, for he’s begged her to leave, to flee from the nightmare they’re facing before Fort Hateno. Yet, she has refused.

“I won’t leave without you,” her expression is a mixture of desperation and fierce loyalty.

They’re hidden behind a thick tree trunk, crouched low. Breathing hurts and Link knows that more than one of his ribs is broken. He’s calculated the odds and they’re not good.

“Zelda,” his voice cracks as he uses her given name for the first time, “Please, you must leave without me. Go to Purah and warn the villagers.”

She grips at his arm tightly, “You’re coming with me.”

“I- I have to hold the fort, buy you time, buy everyone time,” he pleads. She shakes her head and he leans closer, wincing at the pain, he’s aware of how broken he sounds, “Please, Zelda, you’re not safe here.”

“Neither are you-“ she starts but then a metallic clinking is audible behind them. Link pushes up and stumbles a bit, taking a deep breath despite the pain. The red laser flares to life on his chest and he runs forward, slashes at a leg and jumps up, shoving the glowing master sword into the guardian’s eye. With angry, flashing pink lights and puffs of smoke as its death throes, the guardian becomes lifeless.

Link stumbles off the guardian and continues walking backwards unsteadily until he comes to rest on one knee, the sword pressed into the sodden ground. The pain in his torso is worse now and he sees black spots dance in the corners of his vision.

Zelda is suddenly behind him, her hands on his shoulders and back. Her fingers grip at his tunic and then lift slightly, only to come back down to rest on him again. She’s not sure what to do, her gestures give this away. She must now realize how dire their situation is.

“Link, save yourself!” she’s pleading, “Go, I’ll be fine! Don’t worry about me! Run!”

He cannot do what she says, he loves her too much to leave her in this mess. He would die if it meant she would live, although his heart hurts at the thought of leaving her alone here.

He attempts to regain his footing and mostly succeeds, although now he’s unsteadier. He lifts the master sword as a guardian spots him. It crawls over its fallen comrades and focuses its laser on him. He’s exhausted, the pain is the worst he’s ever felt, at least in this lifetime. Link comforts himself with the fact that he’s firmly placed in front of Zelda: she may yet live.

But, horror dawns on him as she cries, “No!” and then pushes him behind her. Her palm is raised against the guardian and Link watches through his narrowing vision as a pure, golden light erupts from her.

The holy power. She has unlocked it, like he always knew she would.

He hears her, “Was… was that… the power…?”

He’s vaguely aware that the guardian has powered down. He falls then, a small groan escaping him.

“No, no!”

She’s at his side, shaking him before she pulls him into her arms. “Link, get up!”

He coughs and the pain is searing. He fights to turn his head, look at her.

“You’re going to be alright,” she sounds distant even though she’s holding him. His vision is rapidly darkening, but he still sees her heart-shaped face. She’s alive, capable, and lovely.

The tunnel in his vision collapses to blackness and then nothing.

He’s eighteen, or one hundred and eighteen, according to the spirit of the King Rhoam and Impa. He’s empty, alone, but driven. Link knows what he must do: free the divine beasts, go to the princess’ aid, and slay Ganon.

His coordination and movement are rusty. He spends the first the first few weeks feeling as though his limbs are controlled by some external force, almost like he must learn how to climb, jump, and fight all over again. And he supposes that there’s some truth in that.

Suddenly Link comes around a bend in the path on the mountain and is faced with the darkened husk of Hyrule castle, surrounded by an ever-present, swirling cloud. He stops short for a moment, simply staring before he sighs and moves forward again to take a seat, his legs hanging over the cliff’s edge.

As he stares at the castle, he chews at the inside of his cheek. She’s is in there, waiting for him.

He’s managed to remember only a few things about Princess Zelda. He remembers the reluctant, halting blessing she’d given him. He remembers Zelda being awoken by lightning, but only after Urbosa had reminded him that protecting the princess with his life was an honor. He remembers endless hours spent at springs watching Zelda pray. He remembers the fleeting feeling of her fingertips brushing his bangs back as she inspected him for injury. It’s not much, but he’s working to remember more.

These are memories Link can quantify with the aid of the Sheikah slate, but then there are also the less tangible feelings for which he can’t reliably determine their source. The sparse moments where he hears her voice during a blood moon fill him with warmth and fondness. As he forages in the forest and woods, he half expects her to be there, excitedly detailing the properties of a mushroom or flower he’s picking, a feeling that makes him lonelier when he has to forcibly remind himself that she’s not there.

Link tilts his head as he regards the castle, his wistful sigh proof of his longing. He doesn’t question the emotions he feels regarding her, even though he doesn’t have memories to justify them all. But, he’s hazy on the events and actions behind his feelings: had he ever expressed his love to her? Would she have been allowed to reciprocate? There’s part of him that feels there was something between them, but he has no idea what that something was.

The wind picks up a moment, causing Link to cast a glance towards the clouds moving in from the north. A storm. He must reach the summit before the rain hits. With another sigh, he stands, looks towards the castle once more, and then is back on his way.

He’s eighteen, relieved, hopeful, and attentive. She’s seventeen, tired, pensive, and lovely.

They have managed to slip away from Impa, Paya, and the other Sheikah who have doted on Zelda since they arrived in Kakariko after defeating Calamity Ganon. Standing side-by-side on the balcony behind Impa’s home, Link hopes they’ll be undisturbed for at least a few minutes.

Zelda breaks the comfortable silence as she stares at the waterfall, “I think that I would like to… to leave Kakariko.” With her soft wish spoken, she turns to look at him.

Link regards her for a moment before nodding. “Where would you like to go?”

“You have a house now in Hateno, don’t you?” her tone is nonchalant, but hesitation is apparent as her eyes flick quickly down and then back up to meet his.

“I do,” he responds as he straightens up, offering a smile, “it’s small, but I think you’ll like it. We can leave tomorrow, if you’d like?”

Zelda’s smile is wide and radiant and suddenly she rushes forward, her arms wrapped around his neck, her body flush against his. Link goes still for a moment before he remembers to breathe. He wraps his arms slowly around her and buries his nose in her hair.

Her voice comes muffled from where her face is pressed against his collarbone, “Oh, thank the goddesses.” Her tone and words are a bit dramatic and Link can’t help but laugh.

Link loosens his embrace as Zelda leans back and regards him. He is suddenly reminded that he’s now a good two inches taller than her, strange considering he remembered being slightly shorter than her before the Calamity. She’s looking up at him, a soft, unnamable expression crossing her delicate features. She looks poised for something, perhaps a question or a witty quip, and he’s enthralled.

Just as Link opens his mouth to ask, she pushes up slightly on her tiptoes and kisses him. He’s shocked still, his eyes wide, his body comically stiff in her embrace. The kiss only lasts a couple seconds before Zelda pulls back.

A small smile graces her features. There’s a hint of something in the way she blinks slowly up at him, it’s a mixture of shyness, affection, and something else that Link perceives he’s unable to fully read. Whatever it is though causes his heart to thump and heat to spread over his limbs.

Throwing caution to the wind, he leans down and eagerly captures her lips. He’s painfully aware that he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he doesn’t care at the moment. She has a hand in his hair, the other cups his cheek. He holds her tight against him as their lips work inexpertly against one another. Zelda is bolder, her tongue teases first at his lips before he reciprocates, parting his lips for her.

It’s messy, timid. It’s affectionate, eager. It’s perfect.

After a moment they both lean back, cheeks flushed and grinning before Link comments, “Wow, will you do that each time I invite you to my house?”

Zelda snorts before she drags his head back down, her answer is another kiss.

He’s nineteen, even-keeled, trusted, and infatuated. She’s eighteen, fair-minded, diplomatic, and, at the moment, hot and bothered. He should know, since she’s currently got him pressed up against a wall within the council chamber.

As she lays kisses along his neck, he warns softly, “Zelda, someone may walk in on us in here.” Despite the warning, his tone is laced with amusement.

“This, sir knight,” Zelda kisses just below his ear, “is all your fault.”

“Ah, I fail to see…”

“You’re a tease,” she continues lowly, her lips brushing his earlobe, causing a shiver to pass through him.

“Lies and slander,” Link responds as he pinches at her sides, causing her to yelp.

Zelda flattens her hands on his chest, pushes back slightly to look at him. “You, sir, decide to rakishly wink at me a mere 10 minutes into my two hour council meeting.”  

“Has there ever been a law against winking?” Link’s hands travel down to come to rest on her hips.

“And then! Then,” Zelda continues, “you proceed to stare at me with that… that look for the remainder of the time.”

“What look?” Link affects a skeptical tone, “I don’t have a look.”

Zelda balls her fist and thumps it lightly against his chest, “Yes you do and you know it.”

By now Link’s grinning, abandoning his half-hearted attempt at feigning innocence. He pulls her back against him while he says lowly, “Come here.” His lips meet hers and she makes a soft sound in the back of her throat. The kiss is languid, slow, as his hands slide up her back. One of her hands goes into his hair and she angles his head down the way she likes.

He pulls back slightly to grin again and Zelda pouts, “Don’t stop, you tease.” She pulls his face back down to hers with more urgency than Link expected and this kiss is open mouthed, searing. When it’s over, her breath puffs hotly on his face, her eyes are locked on his and this, well, this is a look and Link knows what name to give it: desire.

A groan escapes him as he leans down, eagerly capturing her lips. These kisses could be described as frantic, experienced and messy, all tongue and teeth.

Then something entirely new, as Zelda unexpectedly pushes her leg between his own and suddenly Link is gasping, his hands balled in the fabric of her dress as he stares down at her, his mouth agape. A smile blooms on Zelda’s face as she blinks slowly up at him through her lashes. She quickly recaptures his lips and then-

“Goodness gracious, is Link alright, Princess Zelda?” Prince Sidon is standing in the doorway of the council chambers, a concerned look on his face.

Zelda scrambles away from him, backing up a couple steps. Link’s hands, occupied seconds before, fall down press on the wall he’s already leaning against. Link knows his eyes are wide, his mouth is hanging open, that his face is flushed red.

Her hands are fidgeting as she casts her eyes about the room for a moment, as if hoping to find what she should say written somewhere on the floor or walls. Finally, she settles on, “Perhaps you should ask him.”

With that, Zelda quickly walks out of the room. Link watches her retreating form, her shoulders slightly raised up, her hands still fidgeting, the tips of her ears red, and then she’s gone, out the door past Sidon.

Sidon sweeps into the room, “I’m afraid I’m unaccustomed with Hylian ailments, are you quite alright, my friend?”

Link finally tears his gaze from the empty doorway and slowly looks at Sidon. He raises a hand to brush it warily over his face as he groans.

Finally he musters a response, “I believe the princess would say my ailment is self-inflicted. A temporary cure would be to jump in the cold waters of the mote.”

“Ah, yes, good!” Sidon eagerly responds, his token fist held up, his teeth gleaming. But a second later he looks serious again, “A but a temporary cure? Link, whatever could act as a permanent one?”

Pushing off the wall with a grin, Link responds, “Oh, don’t think there is one and I wouldn’t take it even if it existed.”

He’s twenty one, self-assured, perceptive, and devoted. She’s twenty, regal, wise, and nervous. Link can tell, for when he pauses at the entrance to the throne room, she is standing before what will be her throne tomorrow morning. Her hands are raised up before her chest, her fingers entwining and pulling apart anxiously.

Link moves forward, his footsteps echoing in the imposing chamber. Zelda glances back over her shoulder, and when she sees it’s him, a smile graces her delicate features. She turns around, her dress swishing, her hands now clasped as if in prayer.

The sight forces Link to stop short and just stare: She’s caught in a beam of sunlight streaming in through one of windows and it’s almost as if she’s glowing. She looks radiant, ethereal and Link is ready to drop to his knees before her right then, ready to pledge himself to her a day shy of her coronation. Of course, he had been ready to do that for years now.

“Ready for tomorrow?” he asks softly, his eyes searching her face carefully.

When Zelda’s actually okay, her nods are small, quick, usually paired with a smile that reaches her eyes. The nod she gives him now is slow, accompanied by something closer to a grimace than a smile.

Link steps forward, holds his arms out and accompanies the gesture with a “C’mere.” Zelda eagerly steps into his embrace. She nuzzles her face against his collarbone as he rests his head easily on top of hers. He’s now a head taller than her, but he suspects he’s done growing. Zelda has countered that assertion in the past, claiming some research shows Hylian men can grow until they’re 23 or 24. Who’s he to argue? She’s likely read three different research tomes that she could cite directly.

She lets out a long sigh as he rubs her back.

“Hey, by this time tomorrow, the ceremony will be long past, we’ll be celebrating and feasting, and you, Princess Zelda of Hyrule, will be queen,” he gives her a little shake, “Everything will go just fine.”

She turns her face to press directly against his chest and her words come out muffled, “I know, I know…”

Link’s silent a moment, knowing to not press her too hard. Finally she takes a deep breath and continues, “I just feel that I’m perhaps unworthy of the legacy.” Whenever she’s expressed this concern before Link always finds himself at a loss.

“Hey, turn around,” he says softly as he places his hands at her waist to direct her to face the throne again. She disentangles her arms from around his torso and compiles. Once she’s fully facing the throne, Link wraps his arms back around her midriff and pulls her back against his front. Her own hands come to rest over his and she lets out a soft sigh.

“I can’t speak to the exact specifics on all the women of your line who have led up to you,” Link begins, “but the sword has given me enough to know that you are cut from the same cloth.” She’s silent and so he continues, “You are their successor in every way: you are brave, whip smart,” at that she snorts a little, “and so, so capable.” He gives her a little squeeze with the last one and she seems to relax a little, leaning more of her weight on him, her shoulders lowering a fraction. He concludes, “That throne is undeniably yours and you are so worthy of it.”

“Maybe so…” she says.

“Yes so,” Link responds firmly before he leans over to place a kiss on her temple, causing Zelda to laugh.

They’re both quiet a moment regarding the ornate throne before Zelda speaks, “You know, this is where we first met, in this room.”

Link’s taken aback, surprised that in the three years since the defeat of Calamity Ganon that this has never come up. He clears his throat before prompting her to continue with an “Oh?”

She nods, the back of her head resting against his upper chest as she does so. “You presented yourself in court. Father summoned me and I didn’t dare believe it could be true until I saw you standing there with Urbosa and Daruk, the master sword gleaming on your back.”

Link’s quiet, trying to picture the scene, hoping that somewhere in the depths of his mind, the memory lurks. It eludes him and likely will forever.

“Did you know,” she continues, “on that day, you said I was beautiful?”

“Well, I’m certain it was true,” Link responds easily and then pauses a moment before pensively continuing, “But, I’m surprised I would have been so forward with you.”

“Oh, you weren’t,” Zelda continues and he can hear the grin in her voice, “Daruk decided I needed to know that you’d said that. I’m certain you were mortified.”

“Seventeen, awkward, quiet, and then that happens,” Link’s tone is amused, “Yes, I can see why I may have been mortified.”

He leans down to lay a kiss on her slender neck, “You know, you are beautiful.”

“So you tell me,” her tone is light before she continues, “how could I forget, when you have been known to say it more than once over the course of a night.”          

Link hums an affirmation as he continues to lay soft kisses along her neck. When he reaches her jaw line, she shivers in his embrace.

She tilts her neck to give him easier access, lets out a contented sigh before she murmurs, “I think, sir knight, I should like to keep you.”

Link chuckles softly as he gives her a little squeeze. He lays another kiss on her temple.

“I mean that,” Zelda says, the conviction in her voice is intriguing.  He turns his head to get the best view he can from behind her.

She tilts her head to catch his eye, “Marry me? Tomorrow?” Her eyes are steady on his, her tone is serious.

Link stares for a couple beats, before responding, “Zelda, I will marry you whenever you desire it. But I do have to ask, is tomorrow too soon? No one is expecting it, there’s been no preparation. And then your council, they may want a say in the timing.”

“I don’t think we need to worry about the council, Impa actually suggested it to me last week,” Zelda replies evenly. “Think about it, everyone who would be invited to the wedding will be here anyways for the coronation. The festivities are ready, the food is already being prepared,” her tone now turns amused, “We would give everyone a monumental surprise, two reasons to celebrate instead of one.” Her eyes are dancing, her cheeks are flushed with excitement as she continues to lean back against him.

Link can’t help the slow smile that spreads across his face, “You’ve thought this through,” to which she nods eagerly. Link releases her from his grasp before he places his hands on her shoulders to turn her back around to face him.

“Princess Zelda,” Link cups her cheeks, his voice steady, “let’s get married tomorrow.”

Zelda lets out a watery laugh and flings herself into his arms, her lips crashing against his. He stumbles back a couple steps, pulling her with him before stopping. He kisses her like a man deprived of water, where she is the spring he so desperately needs. She responds eagerly, her fingers plying through his hair.

After a moment they stop to catch their breath and he brings his forehead to rest on hers. They’re both smiling widely before she suddenly gasps and pushes back slightly in his embrace.

“I just realized, I must commission Bolson to build something before tomorrow,” Zelda’s eyes narrow as she stares, clearly in planning mode, “There is much to prepare.”

As Link looks down at her, a mix of pride, elation, and contentment causes him to smile. “Tell me what to do, my princess and I will do what I can to help.”

At this she lets out an excited laugh and accompanies it with that quick, happy nod of hers.

“What is it you need Bolson to build?” Link asks as he rubs small circles into her back.

With a gentle tilt of her head, she regards him with a warm look, a knowing smile on her beautiful face. Clearly he’s missing something and she can tell he hasn’t worked out whatever it is. After a couple of beats she answers, “You, my husband-to-be and future king, are in need of a throne.”

Link can’t help his sharp intake of breath. His eyes search her face, she continues to simply smile up at him before he responds, “Oh Zelda, I have been described as many things, but kingly is not one of them. I’m not worthy of such a title.” His tone is quiet, earnest, beseeching.

Zelda’s eyes are warm and affectionate as she continues to look up at him before she pulls from his embrace, holds out her hand, and says, “Follow me.”

She leads him out of the throne room, up a staircase and then out onto a balcony. They stop at the wall, and Zelda brings their clasped hands to rest on top of it. The view is stunning, of course, as they are met with the expanse of Hyrule Field, the Great Plateau, and the many rivers, lakes, rolling hills and mountains that make up Hyrule.

“You’ve crossed the breadth and width of Hyrule more times than can be counted, while so many have never left their villages,” Zelda began, her head held high. Her gaze is on Hyrule but his is on her.

“You’re known throughout the kingdom as the Hero, you’ve helped countless people with their quests,” she says evenly, “You even helped to establish an entirely new town.” She then lets out a breathy laugh before glancing at him, “And you freed the divine beasts, which all of Hyrule watched you do over the course of months. You came to my aid and together we defeated Calamity Ganon.”

Zelda then releases his hand and then slides up beside him to wrap her arm around his back. She looks up at him warmly before continuing, “You are kindhearted, courageous, fair-minded, even-headed, and well-versed in the needs of peoples of Hyrule. You, Link, are cut from the same cloth that makes a great king.”

Link’s aware she’s now using his own words to convince him of his own worthiness. He stares down at her for a moment before softly echoing Zelda’s words from before, “Maybe so.”

At that Zelda squeezes his side, and responds with her own firm “Yes so.”

With that he takes a shaky breath and looks back out over Hyrule. He’s aware that she’s avidly staring up at him. After a moment he nods and his silent affirmation prompts Zelda to pat his back softly in response. Link looks back down at her and takes in her happy, beautiful smile. If she, one who is so wise, believes him to be capable of this, then he, just as he would follow her to the ends of the earth, will follow her wishes in this. Link, with a nervous, but elated feeling, tests out the title Zelda believes he deserves: king.

[skullfuct]

Ask game, pt 2!

This time I was tagged by @bouquet-of-dead-flowers​ !

Thank you for tagging me!! I like these sorts of things a lot.

1) Always post the rules 2) Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones 3) Tag 11 people and link them to the post I don’t even know if I know 11 people, shit I’m gonna cheat and... Not tag anyone

1) Favorite color? Black!! Also pink and bright green. Probably not at the same time. Usually.

2) How do you think birds communicate? Via smoke signals, I hope. I don’t know, I’m not birds. Maybe via a complicated series of throat sounds that are beyond humanity’s comprehension? Don’t know. They are almost as mysterious as dogs, which we still cannot prove exist.

3) Can you identify a tree from its leaves? Sometimes! Maybe. I guess so? Hm.

4) If you could make a ship canon which one would it be? Why did they do this to Pockle and Ponzu ...I secretly ship Nidalee and Sivir and I have no idea why. These are my only two ships, ever.

5) Fav song atm?  Ohhh, tough choice. This changes often. Right now... Chiron - All That Remains, Eh - Death Grips, Disconnected - In Flames, Born in Winter - Gojira

6) A song that cheers you up?  The Truth - In Flames reminds me of my friend, so whenever it comes on I’m instantly thrilled, haha... Face Fisted - Dethklok makes me laugh like a loon Shark Fighter - The Aquabats ... Please just listen to it

7) A song that makes you sad?  Uhh, I mean, “Ring of Fire” makes me pretty uncomfortable, even though I can’t help but singing along. I hate the song “Crazy Bitch”, but it doesn’t make me sad. Hm... I guess music doesn’t normally make me sad unless I’m already sad.

8) One of your fav vines? Describe it if you don’t feel like searching for it. Ah, I don’t really like vines very much, sorry.

9) What’s your comfort food? Home made ramen! And uhh... My friend Yao makes these really good meatballs. Damn, I miss her. Not just for the meatballs. Sorry Yao!! Haha...

10) I can’t think of anything else so tell me whatever you were doing before answering this, or plan to do after finishing. I don’t... Actually remember. Oh well. I think I was looking around the dashboard on my witch blog.

11) Oh! Tell me the last weird dream you remember having. My coworker, Cali, was hanging up modern art in her lingerie for some reason. The dream ended up coming true, to some extent, too. It was weird. Wait! There was a dream where... I left King a rose flavored turkish delight in real life, because I thought he would enjoy it... That night, I had a dream in which King offered me a turkish delight. I ate it, like a fuckhead. He thought this was hilarious. Maybe he doesn’t like turkish delight...

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The questions Bouquet wrote!

1) Fave songs right now? make a list!  Ohh, I agree, this is such a good question. Since I already answered the other one to say this (even though I wasn’t supposed to, I’ll leave it alone! Sorry, haha... 2) Weirdest song you like?  Cotorito - Middle Milk I have other ones, but... Hahahahahahahaha

3) Do you like some language/accent in particular? why? Ahh, not particularly! I am hoping to learn Chinese so I can visit my friend, but aside from that... No current preferences!

4) Favourite anime/book/story? chose whatever you preffer, or all of them!. What do you like the most about it? Tough question! I really like Hunter x Hunter, but maybe that’s because I have... Clown problems. Uh. You know what, Princess Jellyfish was really good.

5) Describe your favourite aesthetics in pictures! it can be anything (i.e: you like the eyes of certain animal, then you post a pic of it) Oh!! That’s a really interesting question! It looks like I’ll have to make a separate post for it, it won’t let me add any pictures here >: 6) Name 5 things you love the most in life (or more. I don’t mind if you cheat!). Again, could be anything, doesn’t mind if it’s too abstract (i.e the feeling of soft cloth, a smell, etc)  Yes!! Here we go.  1. A cold energy drink  2. An expression of shock and awe  3. That thing rabbits do when they go flat when you pet them, aww  4. The sound it makes when two bowling balls hit each other  5. Gasolineeee  6. Seeing the crowns  7. The feeling of an abandoned house on a summer day  8. When you shuffle a deck of cards and it happens just right  9. King of Shields, Two of Cups, The Sun  10. When the dog snores 7) Favourite characters? why you love them that much? I present to you... Another list! 1. Hisoka Morou - Wow, yes. Magic tricks and getting punched in the face are great, and so is Hisoka. His sense of humor is gross and has resulted in a running gag with my friends which involves making gross sucking sounds in an unsuspecting person’s ear and then surrendering and walking away. ...Good hips. 2. Illumi Zoldyck - Actually, he’s a horrible person. Why do I like him? He’s prettier than me, though. I tried to cosplay him once, it didn’t go well. We have some things in common. I, too, have needles, unreasonably long hair, and am often mistaken for a woman. Let’s not get into the eating dirt thing. 3. Biscuit Krueger - Do I even have to explain this one? Hell yes.

4. Vels - He belongs to my friend. He’s like a really excited Stretch Armstrong doll what eats grass for fun and won’t stop taking his pants off. Bendy! 5. Hanji Zoe - Stinky.

I’m certain that I have many more favorite characters, but for some reason I’m drawing a blank really bad right now...

I’ll add a few questions, but...  I’m not sure who to tag! I’ll keep thinking on it.

1) What is your favorite outfit like?

2) Are you invested in a project, currently? If so, what is it?

3) What are some of your pet peeves?

4) Do you have any strange superstitions?

5) What songs inspire you?

6) What is your favorite drink? (Alcoholic or otherwise!)

7) Do you collect anything?

8) What is something you unexpectedly changed your opinion about in the past?

9) What are your favorite snack foods?

10) Have you got any guilty pleasures?

11) Do you want to see a magic trick?

I won’t tag anyone, but if you want to do this, please do! I want to see! I am nosy.