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Tempting Teaser!
Hello again! It’s Tempting Teaser Thursday! I guess that’s what I’m calling this now, you’re welcome. Alliteration is awesome.
Here’s a sneaky preview of chapter 2 of Tempting, my Loki fic I’ve started writing!
Sneaky Preview:
As you got dressed you couldn’t help but wonder why he reacted the way he did. Your mind wandered over how he must’ve been raised. Did he grow up in a happy home? Was he raised with love, or was he raised with no real freedom to call his own? Your mind was crawling with all the different reasons for his reactions to anything you did. Then you remembered hearing how Loki was under mind control when he attacked New York.
Maybe that’s why he hates being locked up, a voice whispered in your mind. He lost the ability to make his own decisions before, imagine losing it again.
You couldn’t imagine. Your parents had been a bit overbearing, but they still allowed you to make your own decisions.
It wasn’t like you had that freedom stolen from you at any point in your life.
You stared at your reflection in your large mirror and made the decision there and then. Even if Loki was being a major ass, you wouldn’t just take away his ability to choose.
You’d save that for when talking didn’t work.
Chapter 2 will be posted tomorrow at 1, mountain standard time.
Sneaky Preview
Life hasn't been super kind to me of late in the fandom world but I am lucky to be apart of the amazing @isekaiyoizine as both a writer and mod.
So here is a sneaky little preview of my SFW piece, Aphrodite, which you can see more of along with the amazing art by @smolkristen that pairs with it when we open sales next month!
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“Now, I want to sing you one of my favourite songs of all time, I know I can't compare to the original genius but it’s a cover of Envelope Me by Aphrodite.”
Yuuri froze, his drink halfway to his lips as his oldest song - before his marriage, before they even found Yuri - plucked softly from Phichit’s guitar.
“I never thought the world could restrict
Could pull and push in the ways that you do.
When I compare the two - it’s got nothing on you.
Dimmed and twisted, nothing seems as bright.
I want - need - crave
Envelope me-”
Yuuri found himself standing. That song had been so raw - pre-Viktor’s requited affections and he had been chewed apart. Beside’s Viktor and himself, Yuuri had never heard another person sing it.
Tugging his phone from his pocket, Yuuri rang Chris. He had taken Viktor with him to get his hair done and Yuuri had wandered off, drawn to the advertisement of live music at an indie bar down the street.
“Yuuu-uri, why are you calling Chris instead…” Viktor’s pouting stopped when Yuuri pushed the speaker button on his phone - knowing his husband well enough that he would never answer on the first ring if Yuuri had tried him first anyway.
“Who is that?” Chris’ voice came through after Phichit had sung another verse.
“I think… he’s our new guitarist?”
ACRONYCAL // A Comic
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@isekaiyoizine number two preview. This is a look at my NSFW piece that I collaborated with the gloriously talented @smolkristen for too.
Look out for my piece You Call This Archeology? And so many more amazing AU's when we go on sale next month!
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“Professor of Archaeology, actually, an expert on the occult and how does one say it… obtainer of rare antiquities.”
“I don’t know if you are referring to my hair, age or the length to which it has been since this has been used.” Viktor tilted his head to the side, a filthy smirk on his lips that made Yuuri’s stomach flip as he held up the item, glittering in gold, the small face of the statue beaming back at him.
“I-I… I was merely explaining myself. Something which you should do before you wave your treasure in my face.” Yuuri huffed, attempting in vain to ignore the blood rushing to his cheeks.
“Nikiforov, Viktor, Archeologist and collector of precious things.” Viktor swept his eyes over Yuuri slowly, admiring the fidgeting it brought forth in the other man.
“Well, Nikiforov, while you may be a collector, I am the one who discovered this artifact and have been searching for its whereabouts for years. I shall be taking it home with me, so if you please.” Yuuri extended his hand, only to be pulled forward and pressed against Viktor’s muscular body, the heat already too much as warm breath fluttered across his face.
“I’ll give it to you… but only if I can collect you instead. I’ve been following your career for years, surely you remember.”
“Nikif-”
“Viktor, please and I’ll call you Yuu-uri.” Viktor’s smile felt like it lit up the poorly lit space they had between them.
“Viktor, I am not something you can simple tak-ah!” Yuuri was interrupted as the ground beneath them shuddered, rocks tumbling around them.
“You shouldn’t just take things without checking for traps first!"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
CHAPTER 8 PREVIEW WAHOOOO
The next chapter is very nearly good to go! Just adding final additions then it’s off to the editing station (ie. where I spend HOURS trimming word count asdjakdjak). I’m so excited for you all to read it!
Enjoy a glimpse at some small moments... Past, present, and in-between!
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‘Da,’ they protested, ‘if the sea is a safe place, why didn’t the Hero and Princess hide there when the bad times came?’
He looked to the horizon. ‘Maybe they are there, swimming between the corals and shipwrecks. When the Princess is ready, she’ll light the sea like a bright-eyed crab. The whole ocean will glow as bright as topaz sun.’
The girl gasped. How cool!
...
Bolson crouched. They heard the linen of his pink trousers stretch.
“Well, you see... We had this theory about Link here. On multiple occasions we’ve caught him checking out Karson during installation projects. His face flares redder than a spicy pepper!”
Link balked.
Zelda choked.
“And,” Bolson pointed an index finger to the heavens, “He sometimes even waltzes through here with his top off. I’ve never seen a Hylian so perky!”
By the three!
“It’s my house,” Link defended, “I can walk around butt naked if I want to.”
Karson harrumphed.
Beside him, Zelda’s cheeks were brushed with rose. He wondered what she was thinking of. It looked like a happy memory.
...
“Inconclusive. But some sightings were even from those who knew you. Castle staff, Prince Sidon-”
“Sidon? Mipha’s brother?”
“Mm-hmm. He went as far as contacting my sister directly about it. But that was fruitless, anyway. By the time we got wind of it the woman he’d seen was long gone.”
“I-I don’t know where to begin with this.”
Glasses slipped halfway down her nose. She looked like a mini-grandparent.
“...Zellie, did my baby sister tell you what happened to Link’s family?”
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“How is Ralera?” Link enquired, silently grateful for the ease of talking, “Doesn’t she usually take the day shift?”
“She does,” Replied Rhodes, “But she’s returned home for Soul Day.”
It took a moment to remember. Brows knitted, blue eyes narrowed, but- Ah! “Ralera’s from Lurelin, right? Her dad’s the head of the village- er- Rozel? I salvaged treasure for him in a golden triangle. Weird he called it that, though. It was just rocks.”
Briefly, Link thought of the his fingertips tracing the triforce on Princess Zelda’s hands, kissing the skin still cold from snow-
“Ha! Sounds like Rozel, alright. What did he say to you? ‘May all your delving end in gold?’”
“Something like that.”
“The words of his matriarch,” Rhodes observed, tilting his lightly bearded chin.
...
Helplessly, Link smirked, pulling leaves from a long stringy herb he’d forgotten the name of. “I never pinned you for such a romantic.”
“No,” The Princess agreed, “That was all you.”
“Me?” Link shot, “The only thing I’m romantic about is dessert.”
Zelda chuckled, jade eyes baring into him with a lilt of you know that’s not true.
Between them, Link felt the earth buzz with a tranquil energy like blossoms on Satori mountain. He wondered if Princess Zelda had ever seen it. Perhaps her gentle heart would steady the lord of the mountain.
When he looked to her to ask, his words fell short. The Princess was cracking eggs into a bowl, a wisp of flour on her cheek. Jade eyes were fixated like she was perfecting Sheikah technology. The bridge of her nose had a crease.
Something deep within him surged with a pure utter joy, as if he’d been waiting to see an image like this for a century. Maybe he had.
...
Link swore tabantha wheat quivered on the shelves.
“But-” They spluttered, “Holy shit- Did you actually? ...With who-I-think-you-”
“...Elric, I swear to Hylia-”
Elric had to grab a sack of potatoes to stay upright. “Well exuuuuuse me, hero! Do forgive my outburst. You see, I just learned my best friend railed the Princess of flipping Hyrule!”
Maybe this was a bad idea. A monumentally bad idea.
“...Was it good?”
Sand hair flicked so fast a sprig of Tabantha thyme fell on the floor.
“Forgive a poor chef’s curiosity.”
...
“What are you doing?” She demanded. Gods, there were Gerudo guards mere feet away! “How did you get up here?”
“Scaled the wall.”
“No, I mean- How did you get into Gerudo town?!”
“Oh,” The vai batted their eyelashes, “Apparently I’m pretty.”
Zelda gaped at Link. Link the vai. Link in chest covering, skirts, and a glittering face cloth that matched his eyes-
“What do you think?” The man had the audacity to twirl.
Hylia help her, he was so pretty!
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“Hey,” It was Zelda, hands on his arms, “Hey… Link, are you alright?”
No, Princess. I’m scared at what I’m missing. I’m scared of what the sword wants me to see. I’m scared to grieve. I’m scared of the figures that hide their faces. I’m scared that I can still hear that baby cry. I’m scared. I’m scared-
Link took a breath that grasped at the seams of his triforce of courage.
“I’m alright,” He said, voice a rasp, “It’s just bread.”
...
“Where’s Papa?”
Disorientation smacked her.
Papa had died over one hundred years ago. Link had held him as he passed.
“...Link-”
Then, as if he’d been kissed by a ghost, the man changed. Confusion became mortal desperation. Hands grasped the back of her neck like she was his gravity. “Zelda, I’m sorry I died I’m sorry I’m sorry-”
Above, the wooden blocks rattled.
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