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nordictwin · 5 months

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10 Characters | 10 Fandoms | Some Tags

Thank you for the tag, @starlight-and-thunder!

Molly aka. Eva Wei (Oban Star Racers) - this precious girl has been one of my favorites since discovering this underrated show. She's got such a great personality, and I love how a show in 2006 really said "we are going to allow this 15 year old girl to be angry, bitter and sad and have the ones responsible for it actually acknowledge their wrongdoings". Absolute gem of a character and story.

Flulu (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist) - as a lot of my newer followers probably know, I absolutely adore Flulu. She works so hard for the colony, all while also trying to take care of Sol to the best of her abilities. I love how, even if you make choices where their relationship isn't the best, you can still tell that she loves them and that everything comes from a place of genuine care.

Arthur Pendragon (Seven Deadly Sins) - my boooooyyyy!!!! Arthur is my absolute SON, and what the author has turned him into is criminal! SDS in general is a big ol' tire fire, but Arthur was the one precious, shining light in the darkness, and I hate what he's become in the sequel. Still love what he used to be, though, and that's the character I cling to.

Su Lüxia (Cheating Men Must Die) - want to see justice done for the characters who suffered, just so the so-called protagonists could have their happy ending? Well, Su Lüxia is here to do just that! She is a Queen and not at all a good person in the traditional sense, but she doesn't need to be. I like Lüxia for the catharsis she brings, whenever the bad people finally get what's coming to them, and for the hints of her true self shining through in those brief moments.

Naven Nuknuk (Epithet Erased) - a mild-mannered little man with a lot of power, who cares for a group of children and probably has a secret agenda? Yes please. I adore characters who are morally grey, but hide their intentions so well, you don't know where you've got them. Add in a soft spot for kids, and I am guaranteed to love them.

Qifrey (Witch Hat Atelier) - a mild-mannered man with a lot of power, who cares for a group of children and definitely has a secret agenda? (Wait... this sounds familiar.) I love Qifrey for all the same reasons, I love Naven, and I'm not afraid to say it. He's also just precious, and I would die for him.

Sidon (Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom/Age of Calamity) - I love Sidon so much, I actually squealed at his re-appearing in TOTK. Anytime I see this man, I smile. He deserves good things, end of story.

Orie Harada (Oli Oli Soup) - Orie is a comfort character to me, living the life I dream of. Working as a bookbinder, and spending her days eating good food and being enthusiastic about it. She's funny, creative, and realistic in all the best ways.

Alpha (Yokohama Shopping Log) - Alpha and her story falls into a similar box as Orie and Oli Oli Soup: a character and story that brings me peace and comfort, even in the quiet melancholy. On every re-read I smile, laugh, and cry with Alpha during her time in a world that's slowly falling apart, but even so life still goes on.

Marak Sixfinger (The Hollow Kingdom) - the ones who know me for my Elsewhere University fanfics are aware, that Foxglove is Jareth's (Jim Henson's Labyrinth) son... but Foxglove himself is actually more inspired by Marak of Clare B. Dunkle's Hollow Kingdom books. He's cunning, he's a smartass, he's every bit the tricky goblin king I adore, with a soft spot for his not-fully-human wife. This guy is 100% why I love Foxglove and writing him so much.

100% no pressure tags: @clearwillow @stars-for-thought @lovelesskiaa

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manxden · 1 year

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I know it's been way, waaaay too long since I released some writing, but BAM, here we go! @alkturos the art wizard and I are on the same discord and we're part of a gift exchange. Alkie was my secret gift guppy this year, so here we go, Modern-Hyrule AU goodness with a healthy dose of Zelink! Grow strong on these nibbles, you sweet Sidon-simp! >U<;!! Summary: Zelda is nearing her wit's end as she prepares for the coronation in modern Hyrule. Her dearest friend and grandmother has sent her for relaxation therapy to help handle the stress, but it's a delicate balance to find someone to work out the knots in her shoulders without adding the stress of being a princess in the conversation. Note: The current rating for the fic is M for mature, and may change rating. FairWarningHmmmmmkay.

----- Hold My Hand on AO3 ------

(preview for chap 1)

For the third time in just as many minutes, Link blew the corner of his bangs up out of his face. His eyes were focused on the curve of her spine and how her flesh was dimpling under his thumbs; the sweat had threaded a line down over his brow, clinging in an increasing droplet that he just couldn’t let fall for professional pride. The sudden shift of his weight pushed a breath of surprise from her when he brushed his forehead against his shoulder - he could feel her sides flex to bear the small heave.

When he straightened, he began to pull and slide the sides of his thumbs soothingly into the depth of the firm muscles hidden under her softness. The modesty-towel he had draped over the line of her backside had begun to shift under the course of the massage, but for the moment Link ignored the migration, working along the small of her back, towards her strongest vertebrae.

Sometimes in the lighter moments of their increasingly cozy sessions Link would fill the air with light banter, but today the sashay of bossa nova from his radio set the rhythm for his rolling pushes and pulls. Perhaps, if he had taken a different path and followed some of his more realistic ambitions he would have this morning been patting and pressing a fine roll of dough, but Zelda’s svelte form was… certainly much more intriguing than a loaf of bread in the works.

She shifted, thighs tensing and knees squeezing closer together further down on the padded table; Link pulled a deep breath. In another year he could boast of being a masseur for a full decade if one added in the first year of working during his studies. There had certainly been several points at which the squirms and sounds of his clients were hiding notes of arousal. Perhaps for just this one exception, he had begun to have issues steering his mind straight.

She wore her hair long; after the second session she had chosen to simply let the strands spill over the edge of the head of the white-leather table. On the third visit she had, with several flushed glances, called him in without the troublesome straps of her bra under her shoulder blades. Later he had chosen to tug tufts of hair forwards from his normal ponytail in the mirror before she had arrived. A well-coiffed appearance went miles for building a good clientele of course, but she was quickly becoming the one client he added that little extra for.

The track on the radio shifted to a more up-tempo number, and Link straightened, his hands lifting away for a small break. Zelda looked up from resting her head on the table, turning a gaze over her shoulder in the relaxing warmth of the office. Link was wiping his face and neck with a small towel, so she snuck a drink from her mug at his sidetable. She had suggested turning the radiator up several degrees since the morning’s window panes had been frosted at dawn with fine patterns.

She could not find a way to thank her grandmother nearly enough for suggesting the visits. Her responsibilities in the past few years had begun to ramp up while her father’s mental acuity was waning; life in the public eye had been troubling enough during college, but her graduation had lost some of its vibrancy when dear Impa had drawn her aside to discuss the likelihood of a coronation. The wizened shekiah had birthed her son at a shockingly early age when Hyrule was shedding the nobility-governed monarchy, and Zelda suspected that her grandmother had played a more important role in the transitions of power than she let on.

Of course when Link had asked if perhaps Zelda was referring to the Impa who had visited his office a few weeks before her arrival, she’d hesitated before risking an answer. Her handsome masseuse had proved pleasantly ignorant of her social standing and very public family life, so it caught her by surprise that Impa had not given him a pseudonym. His easy going nature was part of his charm; if she had been forced to give up her secrets early, her massage sessions wouldn’t have gone from half-hour to two-hour slots on the calendar.

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#legend of zelda #botw #fanfiction #zelink #zelda #modern hyrule AU #kissyface business abounds #ya-ha-ha!

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