Master of my domain!

The Contest - Chapter 1

As you and the rest of The Avengers test your willpower in an unusual challenge, your attempts to remain Master of your Domain are complicated when James “Bucky” Barnes makes you his mission.

Pairing:
  Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings:
Chapter 1 is a slow build, Smut to come, Fluff for now, Swearing, Flirting, Sexual tension, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Language, NSFW, Mjölnir kink, Bucky Barnes

Word Count:
3,232

Chapter 2

A/N: Bucky has been a little pouty while I wrote a few Sebby stories so I want to give him a little attention.  My last two Seb stories have been smut intense so I thought I’d test out some lighter fare.  Props to all the writers who take on Avenger stories on a regular basis - this has been a challenge.

Thanks to all my twitter babes, @evansrogerskitten @ek823 @pearljamkaren  @thewife101cevans, @avenger-nerd-mom, @virtualgirlfriendsan and @mistressjenbradlee who never fail to inspire the smut. p.s. There’s some Chris  in here too ;) p.s.s. I figured out how to make a Master List page lol

Chapter 1: Master Of My Domain

Looking around the living room in the Avengers compound, you couldn’t help but smile.  The team had gathered to celebrate a grueling but successful mission and everyone was in great spirits.  The drinks flowed and laughter rang out as you, Tony and Thor performed a rather animated reenactment of the covert operation.  As the three of you shamelessly exaggerated the events of the past week to position yourselves as the stars of the mission, Natasha and Bruce heckled drunkingly from the audience. Steve and Bucky, not feeling any effects from the beers they were downing, intermittently rolled their eyes and threw beer caps in protest.

Collapsing on the couch beside Steve after taking your bows, a twinge of warmth spreads through your body.  Even though you had only joined the Avengers three months ago, you had quickly developed a deep connection to your team members. They were the closest thing to a family you had ever had.  Looking up at Steve as you nuzzle his chest, you smile gratefully at the man who had rescued you from your bleak captivity as a Russian operative.  Taking in your inebriated state, he frowns and wraps a strong arm around your shoulder, trapping you in a protective grip.

“You better slow down on the martinis,” Steve cautions.

“You’re such a big brother,” you chuckle, reaching up to ruffle his perfect hair.

God he was handsome.  You giggle, remembering the first time you kissed Captain America. His wet, full lips pressed softly against yours. It was so sweet, so gentle, so…platonic.  It was in that moment, you both realized you were better suited as friends than lovers.

Steve kisses your forehead and looks around the room.  "Well you’re drunk and I don’t want any of these punks to take advantage of such a sweet, innocent thing like you,“ he says jokingly, but with a hint of serious intent.  "Especially that one.”  He juts out his chin to motion to the handsome, solitary figure sitting across from you.

James Buchanan Barnes.

Just the mere thought of the super solider was enough to bring a stain to your cheeks and to your panties. Looking shyly over your shoulder, you sneak a quick look at Bucky who is silently peeling the label off his beer bottle while ignoring the lively chatter around him. Damn he looked hot tonight in his tight black jeans and t-shirt that perfectly outlined every hard muscle in his body. Your head spins as you drink in the soft curve of his lips and sharp lines of his cheekbones.  As your gaze runs down the chiselled sweep of his jaw to his neck, Bucky’s body suddenly stiffens.  Sensing your stare, Bucky’s head snaps up, his icy blue eyes bearing down onto yours.  You bite down hard on your bottom lip as a shiver runs down your spine.  Watching your reaction, a mix of frustration and pain wash over Bucky’s features.  He turns away and bolts from his seat, scrambling to join Nat and Bruce in conversation.

Heart dropping, you lower your head into Steve’s chest and sigh.  From the very first moment you had met Bucky - his calloused hand wrapped around yours in a forgotten handshake while he stared deeply into your eyes in stunned silence - he had awakened a part of your heart you thought had been destroyed.  But after months of trying to establish even a simple friendship had gone nowhere, you resigned yourself to the fact that the attraction wasn’t mutual. He seemed to ignore you at every turn, only acknowledging your existence when it became necessary for training or during a mission.  Steve’s constant explanations that all Bucky needed was more time to get past his trust issues were wearing thin.  You sensed there was something deeper at play but you just couldn’t figure out why Bucky Barnes hated you.

Before you can reassure Steve that Bucky can barely stand to lay his eyes on you, let alone any other body part, you hear Tony scoffing loudly at Cap’s claim.

“Innocent my ass,” he drawls. “There ain’t nothing innocent about those noises coming from her bedroom at night.”

“What?  Wait no,” you protest over the ensuing hoots and catcalls. “I’ve never had anyone up in my room.  I haven’t even had sex since I moved in here.”

You regretted the words the second they left your lips.  Out of the corner of your eye, you see Bucky turn his full attention to the discussion and take a few steps closer to you.

“Bullshit,” coughs Natasha.  "Guys are constantly hitting on you when we go out.“

“What about that really cute doctor that keeps asking you out?  Bill…umm Bob…no Ben!”

You glare hard at her, silently willing her to stop.  She innocently takes a sip of her drink and raises an eyebrow at you before glancing sideways at Bucky.

“Who the hell is Ben,” Steve and Bucky shout in unison. You flinch at the sound of Bucky’s tense voice. Turning to face him, you’re greeted by his blazing eyes and the sight of his metal hand forming a tight fist.  This uncharacteristic show of emotion aimed squarely at you makes your head swim.

“Ben is no one, he’s just this guy I met,” you stammer in confusion, your eyes locked on Bucky’s.  "We haven’t gone out on a date or anything.  I’m not interested in Ben.“

Upon hearing your exasperated confession, Bucky’s eyes soften and his lips curl up into a slight smile.  The blood is pounding so loudly in your ears, that you barely hear Tony’s response.

“So if you’re not getting your rocks off with Doctor Ben MD,” he asks slyly “then which one of us is making you so hot and bothered every night that you need to, ahem, relieve the tension?”  Tearing your eyes off Bucky, you look over at Tony.  You begin to roll your eyes hard as he wiggles his eyebrows and shoots you an over-the-top seductive look.  Not to be outdone, Thor pushes out his massive chest and strikes a regal pose.  Bruce meanwhile fidgets with his hands before giving you a shy smile.  Turning to Steve for backup, you’re surprised to see him playing along - looking up at you through his long lashes with a sweet, puppy dog face.  You punch his arm in disgust.

“Et tu, Rogers?”

Not daring to glance over to the one person you know can make you come undone with just a look, you miss the wide smirk on Bucky’s face.

“Puu-lease,” you growl, gaining your composure. “I can control my urges…”

Pausing, you catch Tony’s gaze making its way down your body and you are struck with urge to turn the tables.  Rising from your seat you walk over to him slowly, hips swaying.  Leaning over to provide him with an unobstructed view of your ample cleavage, you take the martini from his hand and murmur seductively, “which is a lot more than I can say about you Stark.”

Tony swallows hard as you straighten up to take a sip of his drink before raising it to toast to your willpower.  "I however, am the master of my domain.“

Groans fill the room.

“I understood that reference,” chuckles Steve proudly.

“Hold up sweetheart,” snickers Tony.  "Are you trying to tell me that you could go longer without having an orgasm than moi?“

"That’s not what I meant Tony,” you huff, shaking your head as you make your way back to your seat. “But sure, I bet you would crack way before me.”

A devious smile spreads across Tony’s face.  "Challenge accepted.“

Confused looks are exchanged amongst the other team members while you narrow your eyes at Tony, waiting for him to deliver the punch line.  He just continues to smile.

Steve rubs his forehead.  "Tony, tell me you’re not suggesting that you two have a contest to see…”

Tony cuts him off with a wave of his hand and jumps to his feet.  "No, not just the two of us, we are all taking part.  Don’t forget, it’s my turn to organize the team building exercise for the month.“

"You are crazy if you think I’m going to take part in this deranged experiment,” exclaims Bruce.

Natasha tilts her head to the side and runs her hand up Bruce’s chest. “Don’t think you can hold out Banner?”  He laughs nervously in response.

Ignoring the protests from the team, Tony buttons his jacket and begins to pace back and forth, silently in thought.

“I’m in,” volunteers Bucky as he sits down next to you.

Tony points to Bucky in appreciation.  "Now there’s a team player.“

Bucky looks straight ahead, avoiding your shocked expression as he takes a long swig of his beer.

"OK, here are the rules.” Tony announces with a flourish.

“No orgasms of any kind - whether achieved by manual or oral stimulation, intercourse or by using any type of device - will be permitted during the contest period.”

“Players will refrain from touching other contestants suggestively, outwardly seducing them or from walking around in an unacceptable state of undress until after the contest is over. Sexual innuendoes and basic swearing and/or dirty talk will be allowed in the general context of our day to day banter.”

“There will be no external stimuli allowed in the compound.  So no strippers, porn, groupies, etcetera.”

Steve leans over to Bucky. “We have groupies?”  Bucky shrugs his shoulders.

“And now to make it interesting,”  Tony says with a smile.

“The first two people to drop out of the contest will have to cook all the team meals for one month.”

“Oh god, please don’t let it be Natasha,” jokes Steve, narrowly dodging an olive thrown by the red-head.

“The third person eliminated will have to organize the monthly team building events for the rest of the year.  Good luck topping this one.”

“The fourth person eliminated will execute any weekly social activities requested by the team for the next four months.”

“The fifth person eliminated will file the weekly team status reports for the next three months.”

“I want you to get that one Bucky,” Natasha says gleefully.  You try not to laugh as you picture Bucky hunched over a computer swearing while he stabs the keyboard with his two index fingers.

“And for the last two standing.  The winner will be entitled to request, within reason of course, three favours from the runner-up that can’t be refused.”

Tony pauses to look at you. “You do own a bikini right?  You’ll need something to wear while you wash my cars.”

You raise your middle finger. “Bite me.”

Bucky silently chuckles at your words.

Bruce clears his throat and adjusts his glasses. “So, just how will we, ummm, determine if someone has well, you know…”

Tony looks around the room with an expression of pride.  "F.R.I.D.A.Y., initiate the Climax Protocol.“

"Protocol Climax has been initiated.”

Steve chokes on his drink.  "What the hell is the Climax Protocol?“

"The Climax Protocol is a program developed by Tony Stark to identify the occurrence of an orgasm within a subject,”  answers F.R.I.D.A.Y. while the team sits in complete silence.  "The program measures the activity in areas of the brain impacted by sexual arousal including the nucleus accumbens, ventral tegmental area, amygdala, cerebellum, and the pituitary gland along with the levels of neurochemicals present.“

"You’ve gone mad,” says Bruce as he scrutinizes Tony with a look of bewilderment.  "What on earth possessed you to create this program?“

"It’s for science,” answers Tony matter-of-factly.  "I even have portable devices for us to wear when we leave the compound.“

"Wait,” stammers Steve.  "Not those silicone bands you made us wear on that mission in Budapest?  I thought those were to monitor our heart rates.“

"Well, technically yes they do, among other things.” Tony purses his lips tight to suppress a laugh while he watches Steve’s face turn pink.

The team erupts with laughter and once again a celebratory mood fills the room.

It’s almost midnight when the team starts in on Thor’s cask of Asgardian mead.  "The drink of the Gods,“ exclaims Thor as he pours you another glass of the potent brew.

You sink into the couch with your drink, wedged cozily between Steve and Bucky, who strangely enough hasn’t left your side since the talk of the contest started.  After months of barely giving you a passing glance, suddenly having Bucky so close kicks your senses in overdrive.

Silently drinking your mead, you try hard to focus on the conversation Steve and Bucky are having but you can barely form a simple thought as you breathe in Bucky’s scent and feel his taut body moving next to yours.  The low, sexy timbre of his voice is like a siren song, drawing you closer to drown in his ocean blue eyes or become mesmerized by the way his lips move when he speaks.  Your mind starts to drift, imagining how sweet those full lips would taste, how they would feel as they made their way down your body. Wetness pooling between your legs, you start to imagine Bucky’s warm, wet mouth on your pussy.

Deep in your fantasy, you at first don’t think anything of it when Bucky leans into you several times during his conversation with Steve.  By the time you realize he’s been inching his body closer to you with each pass, his thigh is already pressed up hard against yours.  As he reaches across to playfully punch Steve’s shoulder in response to something he said, Bucky deliberately brushes his metal arm across your breasts, sending a jolt of electricity down to your core.  He chuckles lowly as you moan into his ear.

"You alright doll,” he says with mock concern as he watches you squeeze your thighs together.

“Or do you need to head back to your room to take care of that?”

Ignoring the scowl on your face, he casually drapes his arm behind you on the back of the couch and starts to lightly trace his metal fingertips on your bare shoulder.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t go down so quickly on me.  Well, at least not until after I win the contest.”

He tilts his head and winks at you.  You blush deeply - half from arousal, half out of anger at his smug cockiness - and cast your gaze down to avoid his stare.  Eyes drifting to his lap, a smirk starts to spread across your face.  You look up at him coyly through your lashes.

“How cute are you Barnes, talking the big game,” you purr as your hand coasts up his thigh and stops just sort of a bulge that’s forming in his tight jeans.  "You should really give that tongue of yours a rest though, for when you lose of course.“

"You’re going to need it for what I’ve got planned for that smart mouth of yours.”

Your hand dips slightly between his legs and squeezes his thigh.  His eyes flutter closed for a brief instant but snap open quickly when Thor calls out his name.

“Young Bucky,” he roars.  "Are you worthy to possess the power of Thor?“

You both look over to see Tony, Natasha and Bruce gathered around Thor’s Mjölnir.  Bolstered by the mead, they were each taking turns to see who could lift the hammer from the coffee table.

Bucky shakes his head laughing, "Not even close.”

“What’s wrong soldier,” you tease.  "Can’t get it up?“

"Try me doll,” he murmurs, throwing his arms wide open in invitation while he sits back smiling.

Before you can answer, the team begins to loudly cajole you into testing your worthiness. Standing up from the couch, the effects of the asgardian liquor washes over you and you find yourself swaying back down towards your seat.  Two hands quickly wrap around your waist to steady you.  As you reach down to squeeze what you assume are Steve’s hands, you feel the touch of cool metal.  Looking down, you’re met with Bucky’s smug grin and the feeling of his fingers moving down your backside.  You clumsily swat his hands away and stagger over to the Mjölnir.

You have never been this close to Thor’s hammer and you find yourself in total awe of it’s power.  As you absentmindedly begin to circle the tip of the handle with the pad of your thumb, you look up to see Bucky watching your movements closely while biting down on his bottom lip.

“Well this could be fun,” you think chuckling to yourself.  Hearing your laugh, Bucky furls his brow and leans forward, hands clasped tight with his elbows resting on his thighs, waiting to see what you have planned.

“Mmmmm, so hard and long,” you sigh as you begin to run your fingers up and down the leather clad handle, your eyes fixed squarely on Bucky.

Bucky crosses his arms and leans back on the couch, shaking his head while he forms his lips in a tight, disapproving smile.

“It’s so big, I can barely get my hand around it.”

Fingers wrapped tightly around the handle, you begin to move your hand up and down slowly.  You give Bucky one more smile before you close your eyes and throw your head back.  Obscene, breathy grunts start to spill from your mouth as you tug at the ridged shaft.

You smile as you hear Bucky start swearing in Russian under his breath.  You bring your head forward and open your eyes to meet the amused looks of your teammates.  You give yourself a mental high-five when you notice Bucky has strategically placed a large pillow in his lap.

“Like I said Cap,” mutters Tony, rolling his eyes at Steve, “innocent my ass.”  

Turning to Thor, you smile sweetly and shrug your shoulders.

“Guess I’m not worthy to rule Asgard.”

Slightly dazed, Thor picks up his hammer and bows in front of you.

“That my lady, was a performance worthy of a King.  If you would…I need to…I must go now.”

Natasha sidles up beside you as you watch Thor make his way to the elevator.

“Damn girl, are you trying to kill Barnes,” she whispers approvingly.  "He looks like he’s ready to explode.“

"That’s the plan,” you return with a wicked grin.

You chat with Nat for a few minutes before heading back to the couch to sit beside Bucky who is trying hard to avoid eye contact.

“Are you ok doll,” you goad, patting the pillow on his lap. “Or do you need to go take care of that?”

You see a slight smile cross his lips.

“I hope you’re not ready to give up Barnes, ‘cause I’m just getting started.”

“No way babe,” he murmurs, turning to lower his face within inches of  yours.  "After that little show, I’m making you my mission.  I can’t wait for you to make those pretty noises for me all day long with that dirty porn star mouth.“

He reaches up to run his thumb across your lower lip.  You struggle to suppress a moan.

While you’re deciding whether to slap him or suck his thumb into your mouth, F.R.I.D.A.Y. interrupts your thoughts.

"Thor Odison has achieved climax at approximately 1:12 am.”

After a few seconds of silence, the team erupts in laughter.

The Sweat of One’s Brow

“Do you see this, Lucien?”

“The absence of a tree, my Lord?”

“No! Well…point of fact, yes. But more than that, what you see is a man taking control of his own estate.”

“Ah.”

“In Ishgard a Lord need only arrive at one’s doorstep. From thence, he simply issues forth his desires and those in his employ carry them out.”

“Is that how that works?”

“But not here! No, the Black Shroud is no place for delicate men. It heeds not the orders from foreign Lords.”

“That must be lovely.”

“It responds only to those who grab the haft and swing their own axe. And like our ancient cousins who felled tree and raised plank, carving Gridania from the forest, I too have seized control over my home.”

“…My Lord, dinner will be served in half a bell.”

“Ah, excellent. Have a bath drawn, would you? I’m sweating like a heretic in church out here.”

“Of course, My Lord.”

Break Me Down Then Build Me Up- Sidlink

Tags/Triggers- slow burn (maybe?), alpha/Omega/beta, hurt/comfort, heat cycles, poor Link what am I gonna do to this kid, mute Link, mentions of child abuse/rape for later chapters (memory stuff, I haven’t written any form of smut before idk how in detail I’ll go but I will mark where these scenes will be for those that want to skip it), yiga clan, happy ending

Things go downhill from here.

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Chapter 4

Zelda’s cold stare landed on the Yiga member being held down by Dorian and another Sheikah alpha. They had been ambushed by five clan members as soon as they came to Inogo Bridge, two managed to escape, though between the three traveling alphas they disposed of the remaining two and captured the third. Zelda crouched by the struggling man and ripped away his mask, grabbing him by his hair and yanking his head up to meet her gaze.

“You know, before the Calamity I probably would have let you and your brothers go but I’ve been fighting for the last 100 years and I’m quite tired of these kinds of shenanigans, I believe I deserve a nice, relaxing stay at the Zora’s Domain. Now, care to tell me why you had the gall to ambush the Princess of Hyrule?”

The man snarled at her, spitting blood onto the leg of her trousers, which warranted his face slammed into the ground and his head yanked back once again.

“I would answer me if I were you. For an -omega- to attack an -alpha-, a royal alpha at that, is punishable by death. But I know you had a reason so,” Zelda pressed a dagger to the man’s throat, making his breath hitch and the scent of fear filled the air. “Why. Did. You. Attack. Us.” The princess kept her voice calm, but the venom dripping off every word was almost palatable.

“We-we were ordered to capture the Hero of Hyrule.” The clan member heaved from the weight of Dorian’s foot on his back. “Our new leader wants h-him to breed stronger members. We know he’s an omega. A special one at that. We-we thought he was with you, that’s why we attacked.” Zelda froze at this information, pressing the dagger harder onto the man’s skin with a growl.

“Where in the deepest pits did you get this information?” The anger in her voice made the air buzz, and the omega on the ground whimpered. Even Dorian and the other Sheikah were surprised.

“Sp-spying on you in Kakariko. We know h-he’s in the Domain now. My master will get ahold of him! He won’t stand a chan-ACK!” Zelda hit the man hard enough to knock him out, he went limp. She began to pace quickly, re-sheathing her dagger.

“Dorian tie him up. He’s coming with us. We need to get to the King. Now.” Dorian nodded, tossing their prisoner onto one of the horses and they took off as quickly as they could.

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They got to the main bridge of the Domain before sundown. Zelda quickly passed by all Zora she came across, dead set on getting to the throne room. She could apologize later. Dorian following closely behind her with the clan member.

As they entered the throne room, King Dorephan greeted them with a smile, though it quickly fell at the sight of the princess’s face. That, and the smell of pure rage wafting from her.

“Ah Princess, Link told us you would be here soon for the celebration…But that look on your face tells me otherwise. Has something happened?”

Zelda quickly bowed, as did Dorian before he dropped his cargo, the Yiga yelping as he hit the floor. Muzu glared at the trio, waiting for an explanation on the rude entry.

“Forgive me your Highness, but where are Link and Sidon? Something has come up and needs immediate attention.” She tried her best to keep her voice cool, but even she could still feel the rage vibrating as she spoke.

“The champion and my son are spending the next few days together before the celebration. They’re currently at the East Reservoir, Sidon is trying to teach that boy how to swim. I understand that you approve of my son courting your knight? Has this decision changed?” The King inquired.

“Of course I approve. I have not, nor will I, change my mind. Though your tone suggests you are not happy with this news. I assume the issue is when it comes to producing an heir?” The King and Muzu nodded. “No need to worry about that. Link is an omega.” There was a collective gasp, but Zelda held her hand up. “ I don’t mean to be rude, we can discuss their courting later. A much bigger problem is on the rise.” Zelda dragged the Yiga Infront of the King, yanking his head up and forcing him to look at Dorephan. “We were ambushed at Inogo Bridge, we managed to capture this one and the information he gave…” She growled at the quivering man under her. “Tell him exactly what you told me. And pray to Hylia they let me deal with you, the Zora aren’t kind to those who threaten the ones they consider family.”

As the man relayed what he told Zelda, Dorephan’s expression morphed into anger. He quickly ordered the man be taken to the dungeons for Sidon to personally deal with. Turning his focus back to the princess, Dorephan cleared his throat.

“I do not wish to alarm my people Zelda. What do you propose we do about this? We cannot delay the celebration…” He trailed off, pondering on the options they had. Dorephan honestly had never heard of the Yiga clan before, but this plan of theirs was disturbing.

“Has Sidon marked Link yet?” Dorephan shook his head. “Then may I suggest simply upping the amount of patrol, day and night. Dorian and the other Sheikah I brought are more than willing to help keep Link safe. Also, any trade with traveling Hylians needs to be done outside the main bridge. The Yiga can disguise themselves. Just until Sidon marks Link.”

Dorephan looked at Zelda thoughtfully. She reminded the old Zora of her father, but only in her conviction. The king remembered those cold eyes in the king of Hyrule, the man never truly cared about anything except making stronger warriors. That had been his downfall. But Zelda, thought this was the first time Dorephan had met the girl since the Calamity, just showed him that maybe, just maybe, she would turn out a better ruler than her father. “I have to agree with you. I’ll have at least two guards posted to Sidon’s private chamber at all times.”

Zelda nodded, about to say something else when movement caught her attention. She smiled softly as she saw Sidon carrying a sleeping Link on his back. The hero was wearing his Zora armor, still dripping with water. When the prince stopped to say something to his father, he realized they had company.

“Oh! Princess, welcome!” He kept his voice quiet. “It’s good to see you made it here safely.” Sidon gave her a grin before he excused himself, needing to get Link to bed. What surprised him was that his father ordered two soldiers to stand guard at his chambers, and Zelda accompanied him. Her frown deepened when she saw how pale Link was.

“Is he OK? He doesn’t look well…” She couldn’t reach his forehead, Sidon was too tall.

The prince gave her a lopsided smile, “He wasn’t feeling well, so we decided to cut the swimming lessons short today. He’s actually starting to get a bit warm…” Zelda’s eyes widened.

“Is it his heat? Sidon if it is you need to-” the prince cut her off with a glare to match her own.

“His scent hasn’t gotten stronger. What’s this about?” They entered Sidon’s room, he carefully removed the Zora armor and tucked Link in. He frowned at the sweat gathering on his pearl’s forehead, and the way his breathing seemed to be slightly laboured. Perhaps Link pushed himself to hard? Zelda felt his forehead.

“He has a fever…How has he been feeling?” Sidon blinked at her, his confusion evident. She seemed tense, angry. He couldn’t sense any intent to try and take Link from her, but her behavior was concerning him.

“He was feeling fine when he arrived. He’s started remembering his childhood though…” Sidon blinked when the princess froze. “What has he been remembering?” Zelda inwardly flinched at the harshness in her voice. She refused to turn out like her father had. Damn her alpha bloodline.

“He says he’s been remembering his mother. But I believe there’s more to it…” Sidon gently moved his treasure’s bangs from his forehead. He would have to send in a healer to keep an eye on him. It seemed Zelda needed to talk.

“Princess why don’t we go to the dining hall? We can discuss what we need to over food and drink.” He smiled at her, wanting to silence the stale rage she seemed to be unable to quell. When she nodded he stood, making sure Link was tucked into the blankets. Sidon placed a kiss on his pearl’s lips before he and Zelda quietly left the room, the guards taking their places at each side of his door.

Though as Link slept, the darkness that had barred his memories broke apart, and he was cast into a spiral of nightmares.

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Another chapter down…I honestly didn’t expect this to be as popular as it is ^\^ it’s been a confidence boost! And Hylia knows I need that lol. The next chapter is gonna be Zelda reminiscing, and Link in one fucked up memory filled fever dream. Kiba out!

The New King (of Mario Kart)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: fluff
Words: 611
a/n: this is my first real one-shot type thing that’s like written out,,, pls do send feedback if you want?? i appreciate helpful critiques


“fFFFF- juNGKOOK if you thinK I’M GOING TO SIT HERE AND TAKE YOUR RED SHELL THINK AGAIN.” 

The room is filled with frantic button smashing as you and Jungkook begin your final lap in Mario Kart, competing for the #1 spot on Rainbow Road… and Jungkook is currently ahead thanks to that one red shell.

“You better get your head out of your ass if you want a shot at beating me.” The pride in his voice is hard to miss as he trash talks you. You are not going to take this sort of attitude at this critical point in the game. “And who’s the one that’s been in second place for almost the entire race? Last I remember, your head was pretty far up your own ass until you delivered the fatal red shell.” 

The competitive boy grows silent as he focuses on not returning to his familiar spot in second place behind you, the certified Mario Kart Master™, that he could never beat,,,,,,, until now.

As the finish line comes into sight, you panic, relying on this last mystery box to deliver sweet victory into your hands. You receive a blue shell, a Gift From Heaven, and frantically smash the controller to release it,,,,, but to your dismay, Jungkook crosses the finish line right before the shell can reach him, dubbing him the winner of the whole competition. 

“I FINALLY DID IT. I FINALLY BEAT THE MASTER. I AM NOW THE KING THAT RULES OVER THIS DOMAIN. WHERE’S MY CROWN???” Jungkook practically screeches at the top of his lungs, clearly happy to have his lifelong dreams come true. 

“Aren’t you supposed to like, let me win, because of some unspoken dating rule that says you have to?” you question, clearly trying to downplay his nowhere-near-landslide win. 

Jungkook snaps his head towards you, eyes practically lasers as he stares into your own. He’s clearly very passionate about this.

“When you have beaten me every. single. time. in Mario Kart with me doing my absolute best to win every time, I think it’s safe to say that that rule can be disregarded just once. Why can’t you let me enjoy my victory I worked my ass off for???” 

You just look at him with an immense amount of amusement in your eyes, finding it hard not to burst into laughter at his seriousness towards the game. “I guess you’re right-” “HELL YEAH I’M RIGHT,” Jungkook sassily informs you. 

You glare at him, letting him cherish the only moment in life where he will be right and you are wrong. “I want to watch a movie, any suggestions?” you ask, trying to move on from your embarrassing loss quickly.

Jungkook catches on and side-eyes you. “I know what you’re trying to do, but I’ll give in anyways.”

After about 10 minutes of shooting movie ideas back and forth, you both agree on a horror movie and curl up next to each other on the couch, you clutching Jungkook’s arm for support, as you weren’t the greatest at keeping calm and still during these movies. 

However, as the movie dragged on, you felt your eyelids pull down naturally. It was during the filler scenes that you began slowly drifting to sleep until Jungkook’s slight jumps at the scary scenes woke you up again. 

As you fell asleep for the last time, cuddled up to perfectly mold to his body, Jungkook studied you in your most peaceful state. His face relaxed as he found joy in witnessing the slight upward curve of your mouth that came naturally in your sleep. 

“I can’t believe I did it. I conquered my world.”