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The Lucky One Pt 4

Characters: reader, Marjorie (reader’s mom), Bucky (James), OC Kevin Jenkins, OC Caleb, mention of a certain other Avenger.

Summary: As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart? (Events occur shortly after Captain America: The Winter Soldier)

Warnings: a little angst, SO MUCH FLUFF, ex being a jerk. Super light violence? Maybe? Tiny cliffhanger. 

Word Count: 3.7k (this one got away from me, but you’ll see why :D )

A/N: Eee!! So excited about this part! Originally for Stark Tower’s Movie Challenge, which has ended, but I’m continuing on my own just for fun. I chose the movie “The Lucky One” and I’m really excited about it! Please let me know your thoughts, whether you’ve see the movie or not, I appreciate your feedback!! :)

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Previously:

“I don’t know much about my family. They’ve been gone for a while.”

Feeling a tug at your heart, you felt badly for bringing it up. “I’m sorry.”

He put on a brave smile, meeting your eyes. “It happens. Thanks again. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Good night,” you replied, offering a smile in return. You watched his figure retreat into the dark and then closed the door behind you. It was only after he was gone that you realized tomorrow was Sunday and his day off. Would he actually show up and refuse a day free from work again? You couldn’t allow that. There were labor laws, after all. And yet…part of you hoped to see him sooner than Monday. Knowing him only a few weeks, the man was still a mystery, but each clue given had you aching for more.  

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The morning sun rose crisp and clear on Sunday, your ears tuned to any outdoor noises. Unexpected disappointment creeped into your mind to find silence. You had become accustomed to the early sounds of James sawing, hammering, or tossing bales of hay onto the ground outside the stables this early. You weren’t really surprised, given that it was Sunday, but the promised words of “See you in the morning” echoed in your mind from last night.

Shaking off this odd feeling, you climbed out of bed and pulled on a cozy sweater before descending the stairs toward the kitchen. Soon you had pancakes on the griddle and all the other breakfast fixin’s on the table. The delicious smells roused the rest of the house, soon hearing your mother’s shuffling feet along with the frantic scamper of your energetic boy approaching.

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Much later, on the edge of sleep, I felt Jamie’s arm around my waist, and felt his breath warm against my neck.

“Does it ever stop? The wanting you?” His hand came around to caress my breast. “Even when I’ve just left ye, I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.” 

He cupped my face in the dark, thumbs stroking the arcs of my eyebrows. “When I hold ye between my two hands and feel you quiver like that, waitin’ for me to take you … Lord, I want to pleasure you ’til ye cry out under me and open yourself to me. And when I take my own pleasure from you, I feel as though I’ve given ye my soul along with my cock.” 

He rolled above me and I opened my legs, wincing slightly as he entered me. He laughed softly. “Aye, I’m a bit sore, too. Do ye want me to stop?” I wrapped my legs around his hips in answer and pulled him closer. 

Would you stop?” I asked. 

“No. I can’t.” 

We laughed together, and rocked slowly, lips and fingers exploring in the dark. 

“I see why the Church says it is a sacrament,” Jamie said dreamily. 

“This?” I said, startled. “Why?” 

“Or at least holy,” he said. “I feel like God himself when I’m in you.” 

I laughed so hard he nearly came out. He stopped and gripped my shoulders to steady me. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“It’s hard to imagine God doing this.” Jamie resumed his movements. “Well, if God made man in His own image, I should imagine He’s got a cock.” He started to laugh as well, losing his rhythm again. “Though ye dinna remind me much of the Blessed Virgin, Sassenach.” 

We shook in each other’s arms, laughing until we came uncoupled and rolled apart. 

Recovering, Jamie slapped my hip. “Get on your knees, Sassenach.”

“Why?” 

“If you’ll not let me be spiritual about it, you’ll have to put up wi’ my baser nature. I’m going to be a beast.” He bit my neck. “Do ye want me to be a horse, a bear, or a dog?” 

“A hedgehog.” 

“A hedgehog? And just how does a hedgehog make love?” he demanded. 

No, I thought. I won’t. I will not. But I did. “Very carefully,” I replied, giggling helplessly. So now we know just how old that one is, I thought. 

Jamie collapsed in a ball, wheezing with laughter. At last he rolled over and got to his knees, groping for the flint box on the table. He glowed like red amber against the room’s darkness as the wick caught and the light swelled behind him. 

He flopped back on the foot of the bed, grinning down at me, where I still shook on the pillow with spasms of giggles. He rubbed the back of his hand across his face and assumed a mock-stern expression. 

“All right, woman. I see the time has come when I shall have to exert my authority as your husband.” 

“Oh, you will?” 

“Aye.” He dived forward, grabbing my thighs and spreading them. I squeaked and tried to wriggle upward. 

“No, don’t do that!” 

“Why not?” He lay full-length between my legs, squinting up at me. He kept a firm hold on my thighs, preventing my struggles to close them. 

“Tell me, Sassenach. Why don’t ye want me to do that?” He rubbed his cheek against the inside of one thigh, ferocious young beard rasping the tender skin. “Be honest. Why not?” He rasped the other side, making me kick and squirm wildly to get away, to no avail. 

I turned my face into the pillow, which felt cool against my flushed cheek. “Well, if you must know,” I muttered, “I don’t think— well, I’m afraid that it doesn’t— I mean, the smell …” My voice faded off into an embarrassed silence. There was a sudden movement between my legs, as Jamie heaved himself up. He put his arms around my hips, laid his cheek on my thigh, and laughed until the tears ran down his cheeks. 

“Jesus God, Sassenach,” he said at last, snorting with mirth, “don’t ye know what’s the first thing you do when you’re getting acquainted with a new horse?” 

“No,” I said, completely baffled. 

He raised one arm, displaying a soft tuft of cinnamon-colored hair. “You rub your oxter over the beast’s nose a few times, to give him your scent and get him accustomed to you, so he won’t be nervous of ye.” He raised himself on his elbows, peering up over the slope of belly and breast. 

“That’s what you should have done wi’ me, Sassenach. You should ha’ rubbed my face between your legs first thing. Then I wouldn’t have been skittish.” 

“Skittish!” 

He lowered his face and rubbed it deliberately back and forth, snorting and blowing in imitation of a nuzzling horse. I writhed and kicked him in the ribs, with exactly as much effect as kicking a brick wall. Finally he pressed my thighs flat again and looked up. 

“Now,” he said, in a tone that brooked no opposition, “lie still.” 

I felt exposed, invaded, helpless— and as though I were about to disintegrate. Jamie’s breath was alternately warm and cool on my skin. 

“Please,” I said, not knowing whether I meant “please stop” or “please go on.” It didn’t matter; he didn’t mean to stop.

Consciousness fragmented into a number of small separate sensations: the roughness of the linen pillow, nubbled with embroidered flowers; the oily reek of the lamp, mingled with the fainter scent of roast beef and ale and the still fainter wisps of freshness from the wilting flowers in the glass; the cool timber of the wall against my left foot, the firm hands on my hips. The sensations swirled and coalesced behind my closed eyelids into a glowing sun that swelled and shrank and finally exploded with a soundless pop that left me in a warm and pulsing darkness. 

Dimly, from a long way away, I heard Jamie sit up. 

“Well, that’s a bit better,” said a voice, gasping between words. “Takes a bit of effort to make you properly submissive, doesn’t it?” The bed creaked with a shifting of weight and I felt my knees being nudged further apart. 

“Not as dead as you look, I hope?” said the voice, coming nearer. I arched upward with an inarticulate sound as exquisitely sensitive tissues were firmly parted in a fresh assault. 

“Jesus Christ,” I said. There was a faint chuckle near my ear. 

“I only said I felt like God, Sassenach,” he murmured, “I never said I was.” 

And later, as the rising sun began to dim the glow of the lamp, I roused from a drifting sleep to hear Jamie murmur once more, “Does it ever stop, Claire? The wanting?” 

My head fell back onto his shoulder. “I don’t know, Jamie. I really don’t.”

-Outlander

robb stark: can’t help falling in love

ANON REQUESTED: Hiiiii!!! I was wondering if you could do a robb stark imagine where the reader is cersei’s daughter and Jaime is very protective of her and they go riding in the woods when at Winterfell and Jaime and the reader get separated and she is attacked and Robb saves her and cersei yells at Jaime for letting her daughter fall in love with Robb and not saving her

note: im warning yall this is kinda long like 1.5k words long of dialogue bc i got carried away af but anyway i hope u like it (◡‿◡✿)


When you arrived in Winterfell, you immediately smiled at the coldness and all the open space there is. The people were welcoming and they treated you amazing. You walked through Winterfell, through the towers and through the yard.

“Don’t go far,” your mother Cersei said as she tighten the fur around her. She wasn’t really fond of Winterfell and she made that clear. “You don’t know what lurks in this cold place.”

You went back to the plaza and you saw your Uncle mounted and clad in thin armor. He was with his men, and is also with some Stark men. You patted your Uncle’s horse and Jaime just shook his head.

“Going off, Uncle?” you ask as you looked at the hounds and horses.

“Hunting, riding,” he said as he adjusted himself on his horse. “Making the most of the North.”

The horse nuzzled into your palm, and you scratch its head. You flashed a smile to his company and you grinned at your Uncle but he shook his head again at you.

“Uncle Jaime, please!” You really wanted to do something, and riding maybe is the most exciting thing there is.

“Your mother, the Queen,” he said as he emphasized Cersei, “Will get angry, you know how she is.”

“I promise! I’ll be close to you,” you begged him, and the men are smiling at you.

“The woods aren’t meant for a lady,” Theon said as his horse rounded up his party. “Or even a princess.”

You sighed and you looked at the stables, and you saw a stable boy watching the exchanged. You waited for him to acknowledge you, and when he did he bowed and you smiled. “Bring me a horse, ser.”

“Won’t the Queen be furious?” Robb asked your Uncle Jaime and he looked at you.

“My mother, the Queen will be furious, yes.” You said as the boy appeared next to you with a strong horse, and he helped you mount it. “I want to ride and not be stuck in this castle for the week, my lord.”

“Ride close to me,” Jaime said as his horse moved closer to yours, “If you get lost, like back home…”

You laughed at your Uncle and you looked at the amused Northmen, “King’s Landing is huge and crowded. But Uncle, I will not be lost.”

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Recovering, Jamie slapped my hip. “Get on your knees, Sassenach.”

“Why?”

“If you’ll not let me be spiritual about it, you’ll have to put up wi’ my baser nature. I’m going to be a beast.” He bit my neck. “Do ye want me to be a horse, a bear, or a dog?”

“A hedgehog.”

“A hedgehog? And just how does a hedgehog make love?” he demanded.

No, I thought. I won’t. I will not. But I did. “Very carefully,” I replied, giggling helplessly. So now we know just how old that one is, I thought.

Jamie collapsed in a ball, wheezing with laughter. At last he rolled over and got to his knees, groping for the flint box on the table. He glowed like red amber against the room’s darkness as the wick caught and the light swelled behind him.

He flopped back on the foot of the bed, grinning down at me, where I still shook on the pillow with spasms of giggles. He rubbed the back of his hand across his face and assumed a mock-stern expression.

“All right, woman. I see the time has come when I shall have to exert my authority as your husband.”

“Oh, you will?”

“Aye.” He dived forward, grabbing my thighs and spreading them. I squeaked and tried to wriggle upward.

“No, don’t do that!”

“Why not?” He lay full-length between my legs, squinting up at me. He kept a firm hold on my thighs, preventing my struggles to close them.

“Tell me, Sassenach. Why don’t ye want me to do that?” He rubbed his cheek against the inside of one thigh, ferocious young beard rasping the tender skin. “Be honest. Why not?” He rasped the other side, making me kick and squirm wildly to get away, to no avail.

I turned my face into the pillow, which felt cool against my flushed cheek. “Well, if you must know,” I muttered, “I don’t think—well, I’m afraid that it doesn’t—I mean, the smell…” My voice faded off into an embarrassed silence. There was a sudden movement between my legs, as Jamie heaved himself up. He put his arms around my hips, laid his cheek on my thigh, and laughed until the tears ran down his cheeks.

“Jesus God, Sassenach,” he said at last, snorting with mirth, “don’t ye know what’s the first thing you do when you’re getting acquainted with a new horse?”

“No,” I said, completely baffled.

He raised one arm, displaying a soft tuft of cinnamon-colored hair. “You rub your oxter over the beast’s nose a few times, to give him your scent and get him accustomed to you, so he won’t be nervous of ye.” He raised himself on his elbows, peering up over the slope of belly and breast.

“That’s what you should have done wi’ me, Sassenach. You should ha’ rubbed my face between your legs first thing. Then I wouldn’t have been skittish.”

“Skittish!”

He lowered his face and rubbed it deliberately back and forth, snorting and blowing in imitation of a nuzzling horse. I writhed and kicked him in the ribs, with exactly as much effect as kicking a brick wall. Finally he pressed my thighs flat again and looked up.

“Now,” he said, in a tone that brooked no opposition, “lie still.”

I felt exposed, invaded, helpless—and as though I were about to disintegrate. Jamie’s breath was alternately warm and cool on my skin.

“Please,” I said, not knowing whether I meant “please stop” or “please go on.” It didn’t matter; he didn’t mean to stop.

Consciousness fragmented into a number of small separate sensations: the roughness of the linen pillow, nubbled with embroidered flowers; the oily reek of the lamp, mingled with the fainter scent of roast beef and ale and the still fainter wisps of freshness from the wilting flowers in the glass; the cool timber of the wall against my left foot, the firm hands on my hips. The sensations swirled and coalesced behind my closed eyelids into a glowing sun that swelled and shrank and finally exploded with a soundless pop that left me in a warm and pulsing darkness.

Dimly, from a long way away, I heard Jamie sit up.

“Well, that’s a bit better,” said a voice, gasping between words. “Takes a bit of effort to make you properly submissive, doesn’t it?” The bed creaked with a shifting of weight and I felt my knees being nudged further apart.

“Not as dead as you look, I hope?” said the voice, coming nearer. I arched upward with an inarticulate sound as exquisitely sensitive tissues were firmly parted in a fresh assault.

“Jesus Christ,” I said. There was a faint chuckle near my ear.

“I only said I felt like God, Sassenach,” he murmured, “I never said I was.”

And later, as the rising sun began to dim the glow of the lamp, I roused from a drifting sleep to hear Jamie murmur once more, “Does it ever stop, Claire? The wanting?”

My head fell back onto his shoulder. “I don’t know, Jamie. I really don’t.”


– Outlander –

A Good, Small Adventure

Fandom: TLoZ
Pairing: Link X Reader
Genre: fluff, action
Warnings: None

~^*^~

Being a princess of a small kingdom came at the price of usually being overruled by larger, older kingdoms. Not that you minded, of course. Most kingdoms were very courteous and didn’t mind your presence by them at all. Your favourite, however, was none other than the majestic land of Hyrule, ruled by the Princess Zelda.

Luckily for you, today, Hyrule had invited you by private invitation from the princess herself. She claimed to have been inviting her most valued allies, you included.

So, you were in a carriage, alongside your father, the king of your small kingdom, on the way to Hyrule. It was maybe a day at the most - if bokoblins decided to show up - spent traveling, but it was worth it. Hyrule was a grand land, with many small villages that sold the most unique items. You always enjoyed visiting them to buy things as gifts for your friends. However, this trip was strictly business.

“I wonder why the princess Zelda chose us…” you wondered aloud.
“Because the royal knight, Link, trusts us. She wrote to me separately, discussing how she only invited those with Link’s approval. After all, he will be fighting alongside us.”
“Link?”
“Yes, you remember him, correct?”
“How could I forget. He’s saved our kingdom more than once.”

Truth be told, your heart skipped the second his name rolled off your father’s tongue. You definitely would never forget those blue eyes. Link, the hero of Hyrule, was famous around every kingdom. He was truly a celebrity. However, he was bound only to Zelda from birth, and that simply could not be helped.

“I do not know why you took such a liking to that boy.” Your father sighed, “the boy hasn’t uttered one word since we met him three years ago.”
“Perhaps he is shy?”
“I think not, my precious. He must be used to the attention by now.”
“The perhaps he easily spills information and was forced to keep quiet to keep the dark secrets of Hyrule and its family under lock and key?” You joked.
“Don’t be so dense, [First].”
“I was only being humorous, father.”

The rest of the day was spent in the carriage, bickering with your father over the tiniest stain on your satin dress or the leaf that was stuck in the locks of your hair. He was very picky, especially when it came to meeting with the princess Zelda

~^*^~

The wind whipped your hair as you stood in front of Hyrule castle, soaking in its beauty. The sun had began to come down behind it, giving the whole structure a holy glow. You smiled and breathed in the air. Your father stepped out of the carriage behind you, also breathing in the refreshing Hylian air as he placed a large hand on your small shoulder.

“Remember, [First], power is not important, it is the wisdom of the powerful that is.” He said, then strode towards the main doors.

Once you got there, two guards bowed and moved to let you in. The castle was exactly how you remembered it - tall and beautifully decorated. You couldn’t take it all in, no matter how much you tried. In front of you stood a large staircase and at the top, two double doors which were shut and guarded. A woman suddenly rushed to your side.

“It’s lovely to meet you again.” She bowed.
“And you.” Your father smiled.
“Your majesty, the princess would like me to take you straight to your room. Princess [First], your highness, Princess Zelda would like to see you immediately in her quarters.”
“Of course.” You bowed, then wandered through the castle, trying to navigate through the winding halls to the Princess’ domain.

It seemed to be no use. You’d passed the same armour statue at least three times now and the painting of the Goddesses constructing the Triforce was simply getting on your nerves. As you passed the armour for the fourth time, there was a cough behind you. Startled, your turned to see the one and only hero, Link, standing graciously behind you.

“U-uh…” you stuttered, “I… have you been following me…?” You immediately felt bad as his face flushed red and his eyes widened at your accusation, “I’m trying,” you sighed, “to find Princess Zelda’s quarters. Can you show me?”

He nodded, composing himself before hastily walking up the hallway. You followed behind him, your dress beginning to cause some issues with how quickly you could keep up. He navigated through halls left and right before coming to two large wooden doors with a Triforce carved in the centre.

He knocked then entered. You followed, eyes landing on the Princess Zelda who stood at the top of the room, gazing out of the window.

“I see you both came.” Her voice was soft, sweet, and most definitely oozed royalty. She turned, blonde hair gently swishing as she did.
“Your highness,” you bowed.
“[First], there’s really no need for that.” She laughed, “are we not friends?”
“W-well.. if you think we’re friends then so do I.”
“Good.”

As she moved to take a seat in the large chair by her bed, Link moved towards the door. She only sighed, causing Link to turn as his hand gripped the door handle.

“Link, I called you here for a reason. Please come here.” She beckoned, “[First], how have you been?”
“I’ve been very well, and you?”
“Splendid. Though, I hear you’ve had a small bokoblin problem in your kingdom?”
“Oh, yes. Unfortunately one of our smaller villages was overrun with those monsters. Not even our best trained knights can seem to scare them away.”
“Why don’t you just kill them?”
“It’s… my father is against it.”
“Against it?”
“Yes… he’s not much into violence.”
“Then it’s a very good job I came up with this idea.”

She stood and you and Link parted so she could move to the desk in the centre of her room. Gracefully, she took out a piece of paper and a quill, then faced you and Link, a twinkle in her eye. You heard Link gulp next to you.

“Link, you’re going to escort [First] to her kingdom, take out all of the monsters, then escort her back here in time for the alliance meeting.”
“Y-your highness!” You shrieked, “you can’t be serious! L-Link is your personal knight, you can’t just give him to me!” You quickly bowed.
“It’s only for a day, [First],” she announced, amused, “besides, it’s not as if he does anything here. He’s usually asleep.” Her beautiful features scowled over at Link who chuckled nervously.
“A-re you certain?”
“Yes. Though, I will need you to sign this. It’s just in case either of you get hurt. It’s just to say you’re under my protection until you return.”

Shakily, you took the quill, watching as she placed the paper down, then signed next to her own signature. Link was next, taking the quill, fingers brushing against yours. He scribbled his name then returned the quill to Zelda, who only smiled in response.

“[First], why don’t you go and find your father? I believe there is a maid on her way here now. You may be able to catch her and she’ll take you to him.”

You listened to her, leaving the room. Zelda turned to Link, folding her arms and staring intensely at him.

“And you,” she began, authority taking over her previous gentle tone, “don’t spend tomorrow in silence. Talk to her. She doesn’t bite, though I’m sure you have figured that out.” She commanded and Link was nothing short of flabbergasted.
“O-of course, your highness.” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

~^*^~

The next morning you were awoken at the crack of dawn by a maid telling you Link was already waiting in the southern courtyard. You yawned a “thank you” and then proceeded to get ready, putting on your thinnest of dresses to make riding horseback somewhat bearable.

The maid was not lying, as when you arrived, Link was standing tending to two horses, a beautiful brown one and a coal black one. His sword was sheathed on his back alongside a heavy shield that had the Hyrulian crest on it. His blue shirt matched his eyes and caused his yellow hair to stand out amongst his pale skin.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting.” You apologised.
“It was no problem.”

Your heart stopped for a second. That was the first time he had ever spoken to you or even around you. His voice was smooth, and very soft, nothing like you had imagined. It had a boyish undertone, which matched the few sounds he would make when embarrassed or shocked.

“This is Epona, my steed.” He brushed the mane of the brown horse gently with his hand.

You slowly approached, coming to stroke the horse’s nose, which caused a satisfied neigh. You smiled up at the horse who nuzzled into you.

“She likes you.” Link smiled.
“She’s beautiful.”
“I know. She’s a real stunner. And that,” he pointed to the black horse, “is Malo. He’s got good stamina and will be able to take you there and back to your kingdom.” The long string of words seemed to take Link, himself, back in shock, as he began to trail off towards the end.


You moved to your horse for the day, stroking his mane and quietly thanking him in advance for his work. With haste, you mounted Malo and Link soon followed by mounting Epona.

“Your kingdom is to the south, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Hm… oh, I almost forgot, Malo is a bit… timid… if something even slightly startles him, he’ll make a run for it, so just be careful.”
“Okay. Thank you for telling me.”

Then, you set off. The day begun as you travelled through the realms, taking in all of the beautiful sights of the lush fields surrounding you. Sometimes, Link would point out areas definitely worth a visit, such as Zora’s Domain, or Kakariko Village. He was, for the most part, quiet, but you suspected that it was just in his personality. You didn’t mind, however. Sometimes, you’d pipe up and talk for a while about the one time you saved a butterfly from drowning in your fountain, or about the time you made a 10ft long flower chain for the fun of it. Link would sometimes interject into your long stories, saying how it reminded him of his adventures around the area.

Your horses were patient, never going above a canter and always obeying to any command. You found Malo enjoyed the breeze on his ears, so you moved his mane so that whenever there was a breeze, it always hit his ears, never the hair around. Of course, you didn’t notice Link had noticed that, with a small smile plastered onto his face.

~^*^~

“Oh look!” You pointed to a large bird in the sky, “I’ve never seen one of those, what is it?”
“Go!” Link suddenly called.

The bird, turned out to be a Kargorok, which had the only intention of harming you and Link. Link already knew about these pesky skybound monsters, while you did not, so when he panicked and sent Epona into a full gallop, leaving you at the mercy of the giant bird in the sky, you also panicked. However, it was too late. The bird screeched, diving down, talons ready. You screamed and Malo reared up, front hooves leaving the ground, as he then galloped away. You, unable to control the horse, simply fell to the dirty ground, rolling in the mud. The world spun, your ears were ringing and the faint screech of the bird got louder. You ducked your head under your arms and prayed to god that it would leave you soon. Besides, Link had fled, as well.

There was a second loud, powerful neigh, and to looked up to see Link on Epona, who had also reared up, his sword up in the air, shield on his arm. Epona galloped towards you, Link swung his sword and the bird fell dead. Epona jumped over your trembling body, coming to a quick halt.

Link jumped off of his noble steed, rushing over to you and kneeling down. He discarded his sword and shield to the ground. His hands gently caressed your shoulders and you looked up into his face.

“Are you okay?” He asked gently, but with concern.
“I think so. Thank you… for saving me…”
“C'mon. We’re close to your kingdom, now.” He helped you stand, picked up his weapons, then looked around.
“The horse bolted.” You groaned.
“Oh… not a problem.”

He brought his hands up to his face, giving a loud, sharp whistle and within the next minute, Malo came galloping back. He immediately came over to you, nuzzling into your shoulder in apology.

“That was very rude.” You scolded the horse, “but you came back, so I suppose I can forgive you.”

You then mounted the horse, as Link made his way back to Epona and also got on. Then, together, you journeyed towards your Kingdom.

~^*^~

It was only mid day when you arrived at your kingdom. Many people approached, bowing to Link and thanking him for his service, while they asked you why you had returned. You simply told them that duty suddenly called, not wanting to tell them everything, as the king was not supposed to know. From there, you lead Link to the small forest in the in which the infested village lied. You stopped at the edge of the forest, telling Link to follow the path and he would find it. When he had disappeared amongst the trees, you dismounted Malo and turned to look at your kingdom.

The castle in which you lived hung above the small town and villages that stood in its vicinity. It was no Hyrule, definitely, but it was still a beautiful sight. Your kingdom’s flag flew high above the land, proudly. There was a quiet whisper from the main area, which was constantly busy with business and the like. To your right, there was a light babble of a small river which ran adjacent to your castle. The wind rustled the leaves, and left the entire area feeling so free.

Not long after, Link returned, covered in blood and mud, wielding his sword, but very much alive. You spun on the balls of your feet, gasping when you took him into your sights. He smiled.

“Are you alright?” It was your turn to ask him, now.
“I’m fine. I also finished the job. The people are safe to move back, now.”
“Thank you so much!” Tears welled in your eyes.

You couldn’t believe the overwhelming gratefulness that took over your body which was directed towards Link. After all, he’d just solved a very large problem for you. Around 100 people could go back home, which was a very substantial number for your kingdom. You couldn’t express your gratitude.

Link just put his sword and shield away, watching as you mounted Malo.

~^*^~

The skies had darkened a lot by the time you were almost back at Hyrule. You were close, but still quite far. The sun was already half sunken into the horizon and you’d already seen a few terrifying monsters in the distance.

“Are we going to make it in time?” You asked Link.
“I hope so.” He looked back at you and gave you a reassuring smile.
“I am not a fan of the dark.” You whispered.
“Oh really?” Link asked and you flushed.
“Y-yes…”
“If it helps, nothing is going to harm you while I’m here. Though, I thought I already proved that to you.”

You looked down at your hands which gripped the reins of the horse and Link suddenly found interest in a tree that wasn’t too far in front.

~^*^~

It seemed luck really wasn’t on your side, as you still hadn’t even returned to a Hyrulian province and the sun had begun to set. Link was trying to be optimistic, telling you that he could see landmarks familiar to him which meant you weren’t far off.

An hour later and you were back in Hyrule, but a while away from the safety of Hyrule Castle. It was then, that two large Skelton Lizalfos jumped up from the ground right next to you, you gripped onto the reins of your horse, whipped him into gallop and followed Link in a panic.

“Okay, don’t panic!” Link shouted to you, “I need you to trust me, keep Malo in gallop and follow me! We can’t risk bumping into any more of those!”

You didn’t really have any choice but to agree, holding onto the reins for dear life as you followed Link. Soon, you could see the glow of Hyrule Castle and you knew you were almost safe. As soon as you were close enough, Link slowed down Epona and you slowed down Malo. It wasn’t long before you were finally putting the horses away, thanking them for their help.

~^*^~

After everything, you and Link went to see Zelda to report to her how everything went. She was not surprised to hear everything went smoothly and Link (as usual) had saved the day. You thanked her and Link over and over, unable to express your gratitude any further despite it being so much. You then left.

“How did you find it?” Zelda asked Link once more, now that they were alone.
“It was definitely an adventure.”
“I see.”
“I didn’t mean it negatively… it was a good adventure. A good, small adventure.”
“Okay, Link. I feel it’s best if you go and rest now. Tomorrow is a very important day.” Zelda chuckled.

Link made his way slowly to the door, all of his limbs hurting from the day-long outing. Just as he opened the door, he halted and Zelda looked up with a raised eyebrow. Link turned.

“Your highness?”
“Yes, Link?”
“Would it be possible… for me to see Princess [First] again… after her visit here?”
“Link, you may be my knight, but you are under no obligation to stay in Hyrule unless told otherwise.”

Her answer was nothing short of satisfactory for the hero, who left with a smile on his tired face.

~^*^~

The next day at the alliance meeting, you and Link stole many glances at each other, but neither of you knowing about them. Link, for some reason, wanted to do nothing but talk to you, however, you played a major role in the meeting, talking about how to strengthen alliances via shipping goods between kingdoms and having an annual day where all of the kingdoms celebrate their friendships with each other. Link hung onto all of your words during your speech. In that moment, you truly sounded like a ruler, and Princess Zelda herself complimented you about your speaking skills in front of the entire party.

You had been flustered, eyes searching for Link who stood with a smile that seemed to scream “I agree” as he looked at you. This only meant your face deepened in colour.

The day after the meeting, you finally headed back to your kingdom. However the journey was most certainly different, as Link escorted your carriage all the way back. He told you that it had something to do with wanting to get out more, but Zelda had whispered to you as you said farewell that “he just wants to see you more”.


~^*^~

In the months to come, you saw Link more and more as the battle against evil continued. You found yourself going on many good, small adventures with him, telling him about your childhood and listening to his.

It was in those moments that you truly felt alive.


You loved your good, short adventures with Link, and hoped they’d continue for eternity.

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Made up fic title: Sinking, not drowning

Notes: Hey sugarplum! This is SOOOO late, and IDK even which pairing you wanted, but here we are XS


Fake Title Prompts


On their first day of junior High, Robert sat Jace and Alec down as a nursing Maryse watched over an excitable Izzy picking out her first day outfit.

“You’re both men now,” he intoned, eyes flickering over both his sons—one whom had inherited all his striking angles, and dark mop of hair, and then Jace. The orphan he and Maryse had adopted only a few years prior. Jace who sometimes finds himself staring at the mirror in his room, cursing his fair hair and mismatched eyes. Cursing the painfully physical reminder that he’ll never truly be considered a Lightwood, that he’ll always be the boy who disappointed his birth father over and over again. The boy who had his falcon murdered because he has no idea how to divide love from subserviency. The boy who was so unwanted that his mother died while giving birth to him, and who his father despised ever since.

Jace will always be marred with the title of Wayland—never a Lightwood.

“You boys need to take care of each other and your baby sister and brother.”

“I know that dad,” Alec sniffed with an imperious tilt of his dark head.

“Alright, alright, no harm in the reminder Alexander. I just want you both to keep on being true, alright? Always remember that strength is not found in the force behind our fists, but the dignity of our character. Right?”

“So much for we break noses and accept the consequences,” Alec snorts before their father playfully grinds his knuckles into his scalp.

Jace forces himself to laugh, and pretends that he didn’t see the sheen in Robert’s eyes that he and Maryse always seem to get whenever they so much as glide over Jace’s less than pristine past, a past of abuse and neglect by his birth parent.


Simon Lewis is everything bombastic effervescence, and cheeky grins that rival the incandescent rays of light that dance over his chocolate eyes, and make them sparkle in a way that snatches the breath right from Jace’s lungs.

Jace thinks that he might be slightly fucked when their teacher swings off the year by conducting one of the arbitrary, ice breakers that they always seem to be forced into, and Jace is partnered with sunlight personified.

“My favorite color’s blue, my favorite superhero is Spider-man, cause duh, and baseball ’s the best and only sport that I’ll actually sit down and watch.” Simon crows without even a breath between words just as soon as Jace plops down in front of him in the small desk—forcing their knees to brush up  against each other every few minutes or so.

“Baseball? Like the slowest sport in the history of ever?” Jace deadpans, brows craned and the corner of his mouth tugging up in a small smile.

“I like the atmosphere, and peanuts.” Simon sulks, his face scrunched up sourly—and honest, it should’ve been Jace’s first sign that Simon was it for him  when he found the expression cute over anything else.

“Yeah, well I like Italian food but you don’t see me embedding myself into the nearest mob.”

“M’kay, one I’m pretty sure that’s borderline offensive, and two totally not leveled playing fields. You’re comparing  a weekend at Fenway, to waking up with a dead horse nuzzling your neck.”

“I dunno,” Jace gives a one armed shrug. “Sounds pretty equal levels of terribleness too me.”

Simon’s eyes sharpen, impressed, and Jace can’t help the swell of pride in his chest over the development.

“I bet Peeta would not even try recruiting you.”

“Yeah, well they also end up killing thousands upon thousands of the animals they claim to be saving  on a yearly basis—can’t say that I’m too broken hearted over the thought. And hey, wasn’t your assumption that the mob actually slices up poor, defenseless horsies borderline offensive  towards their organization?”

Simon barks out a laugh, and Jace thinks he is in serious danger of drowning in the color of his irises.


They sit besides each other for the remainder of that year.


“And that is when the conquistadors first infiltrated the Mayan land,” professor Herondale intones, seemingly completely oblivious to how half her class is about to keel over in boredom at her Ken Berns like monotone.

Jace is jolted out of his daydreams of actually making the baseball team when a crumpled up piece of paper smacks him in the forehead.

He cuts a menacing snarl towards where Simon is dutifully sketching in his paper pad, the slightest of leers playing on the edges of his lips. Jace doesn’t open the ball for another five minutes, just to be contrary, and is rewarded by increasingly peeved off gestures Simon directs his way over Maia’s head, who in turn just sighs—long suffering—and lodges a pen to Jace’s temple.

“Fucking hell,” Jace rubs over the tender spot while reading Simon’s note.

More borderline offensive, Prof Herondale trying to pronounce Spanish names, or the Asian neighbor from Breakfast At Tiffanies?

Jace pretends he isn’t so totally giddy while he scrawls back a counter.


They’re not best friends, not really. Simon will always have the spindly redhead that he declares as his plutonic soulmate, and Jace would never bestow that title on anyone but Alec and all his surliness.

So no, Jace and Simon are most definitely not best friends…But sometimes Jace is convinced that they must be more than just ordinary friends too.

Simon’s the only person Jace wants to be around on the anniversary of his father’s death—The lightwoods are all always so unsure on how to act, whether to ignore it considering he’s a proven, abusive monster, or to try and bring up the idea of therapy to Jace once more. What they never seem to understand is that no matter all of that horrendous shit that Valentine had put Jace through, he was still his father. He made him spaghetti when he was sick, and bought him all the books he could ever want, and he was there (Which is sure a whole hell of a lot more than what most kids could say about their fathers.) So what if he wasn’t exactly a Robert Lightwood, or Adon Lewis—He was Jace’s dad.

Simon’s at least ignorant to the whole mess—he still sees Jace as some chill dude that he actually likes hanging out with, and not the broken boy that he had to save. It’s a nice feeling.

And for his part, Simon seems to search for only Jace’s company when he wants to string together his fantasies of the future. When he buoyantly explains his intentions of becoming a detective just like his father, because he loves solving riddles and helping the people who can’t help themselves.

Jace thinks he’s brilliant, but doesn’t tell Simon so, less it exposes his ever growing attraction.


Jace is listening to Simon recite the section of the Torah that he’s incorporated into his Bar Mitzvah’s speech, ready to help out if Simon forgets any words. But really, Jace’s much busier marveling over the round vowels and lyrical cadences of Simon’s voice speaking out loud the foreign words, over actually detecting him stammering over anything.

“You’re amazing—Ah, erm your speech…It’s amazing. You’re gunna do fantastic.”

“You think?” Simon’s smile radiates everything Jace wishes he had. He’s warmth, and beauty, and brightness through every layer, all rolled up into one perfect package. Jace thinks it was a daft mistake that Simon’s still here—friends with him—but a selfish, self indulgent part of him relishes that he is.

“Thanks for all your help goldilocks,” Simon squeezes Jace’s hand, and Jace swears his mind melts right out of his head.

They stand their for another moment—or hour—longer, until Jace cuffs to defuse the static in the air, before he does something really dumb, like kiss Simon.

“More borderline offensive, you fucking up your pronunciation or our parents trying to get everyone to do the Hokey Pokey?”

Simon shutters with a grimace. “Please no jokes, I still remember how my mom almost took out our neighbor’s eye during Beck’s ceremony while dancing the Macarena.”

Jace is pretty sure that he only genuinely laughs when with Simon.

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Mistaken Timer || Angst Gafou Drabble

because when I read the prompt HERE my brain decided to do an evil and I had to share the pain

For as long Gaston and Lefou could remember they had been side by side. Inseparable, Le duo. When they were teens, they had been told about what the timers counting down on their left forearms meant, and what would happen the first time they hit zero. Gaston’s number was far larger than that of his friend, prompting him to congratulate the other boy. As time had went on, their numbers kept shrinking.

Then came the distraction of Gaston deciding he was done waiting for the timer, as it was showing another few decades. He wanted to settle down in his prime. ❛❛ Oh, Lefou, I can’t keep waiting. I don’t have a matter of months like you. ❜❜ Distraction after distraction, folly after folly, Gaston never quite being satisfied. That was when Gaston set his eyes on Belle, when he started to break under pressure.

With time, Lefou stopped paying any attention to the countdown on his own arm, focusing on keeping Gaston safe from himself. When his friend fully snapped, leaving him alone under the harpsichord, the kind hearted man worried to no end. Unaware of the timer finally reaching mere minutes. He watched as Belle ran to try and stop it all, something Lefou knew even he could not do at that point. It was chance that he had looked at his arm during the wait.

Three minutes! He looked around, seeing no one in sight. Not even the moving objects he had been interacting with since entering the castle. Something wasn’t right. He knew something wasn’t going the way it should have. Eyes scanning the area and glancing back constantly to the timer. He felt sick, his stomach felt like there was a pit in it, his heart felt like it was attempting to escape his chest. Then the timer hit zero.

And stayed on zero.

Slowly the reality set in, and Belle’s horse gave him a nuzzle in an attempt to comfort him. ❛❛ It was the wrong timer, Gaston…. ❜❜ he whispered. Belle and Adam, oh he remembers Adam now, came down and Lefou put on a mask of happiness. He was happy, but more than that he was sad - sadder than he had thought possible. ❛❛ Gaston is going to love this, Adam, loosing you affected him the most - I think. ❜❜ His old friend’s smile faltered and confusion hit Lefou. Until it finally became clear.

He ran from the room, onto the grounds. Looking for a sign. Any sign of his best friend, of his other half. When he found him, the man dropped to his knees. It wasn’t fair.

Healer - Legolas Greenleaf

Pairing: Legolas Greenleaf x Reader

Characters: Legolas Greenleaf

Warnings: N/A

Request: “Fancy seeing you here” “Oh please, don’t act like you didn’t follow me”

Word Count: 425

Author: Hannah

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anonymous asked:

Alarkling prompt if you are interested: "When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it." (quote from Caitlyn Seihl)

Note: I did this in the same ‘verse as my fanfic Start a War because I’m lazy. I hope it works, if not feel free to throw something else at me!

“And what is it that makes a monster?” The old woman whispered, poking at the hearth, “…Maybe it’s the same thing that stops one.”

She finds him in the stables. Which is strange, even after all these years. Because she does not think of Aleksander as a man with hobbies—doesn’t think of him as someone who sets routines for himself or irons his shirts or loads sugar into his porridge. When she thinks of her husband (concubine, a snide voice snickers in her head, and it sounds too much like Nikolai or Mal or both), she, too, sees him as how he wants to be seen: in his black kefta, over a war table, signing missives to send troops into Fjerdan territories. 

She does not always see him as he is now: sleeves rolled to the elbow, hands smoothing over the sable coats of his favorite horse, a hum coming from deep within his throat. Hay in his hair. 

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Circuit Break by thetourguidebarbie

She was walking down the front path from a mansion. The Mikaelson mansion of her time? A carriage was sitting on the front lawn, and she walked towards it. She’d always loved horses.

She extended her hand to pet one, she she could of sworn the horse immediately nuzzled closer to her, as though it knew her.

“His name is Max,” The man tending to the horses said kindly.

“He’s very friendly.”

“That he is.”

She continued petting the horse until she heard Klaus’s voice from behind her.

“Do you like horses?” 

Imagine Loki taking you for a ride on a horse-pulled sleigh; the sky is clear and you can see a thousand stars; there is a faint breeze ruffling yours and Loki’s hair in the wind; the two of you are laughing and Loki rubs his nose against yours. As the sleigh makes its way over a hill, Loki’s hand brushes your cheek and he slowly presses his lips to yours before whispering that he loves you.

Questions || Closed + mysterymanjoseph

It had been nearly a month since the last night in Oregon. The vampire had been transported back to her ranch in Texas along with Joseph. Her recovery was slow but steady. Upon Kiao’s instruction, they had allowed her mind to slowly heal on its own. It took some time but she came to live more in the present. Once she seemed ready, they moved back to Texas.

This night, the vampire had dressed and made her way out to the stables early. Jean-Luc was there, happy to see her again. The dark horse nuzzled her hands as she began to brush him. He was getting older and the Mistress knew this. But he was still one of the fastest horses she had. She hummed as she brushed the horse, the action calming to her.

“Let’s go for a ride. Hmm?” she asked Jean-Luc. The horse gave a snort and she smiled. “Alright.”