its like he reads my mind

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The icon is not the person who creates this blog. That’s Mascha Kaleko, a German poet of the last century. The person responsible for most of the content is a middle-aged Englishman. The blog is driven by its doubts about masculine culture and a general artiness. Though the Englishman is single, he is not here to chat anyone up or whatever. He is always happy to talk about literature,music, art, queer stuff (he’s mildly confused and open-minded in general). Nothing here is especially nsfw. If you’re under 25, you’re very welcome to read and enjoy my posts, but you are not at all likely to find the rather dull real person who wrote them very interesting, so please don’t mistake my lonely blurtings as an inappropriate invitation to intimacy. None of the rather soppy love poems are aimed at anyone in particular: they’re just attempts to bleat out emotion into words. This blog stands for loving concern and compassion and companionship between equal people, where mutual respect is the norm. Also tea and vinyl LPs. More power to love. 

Magnus canonically owns an axe that can cut through an entire tree in one swing and is multiclassing as a rogue but he never mentions those as his strong points, its always “rustic charm” this or “animal handling proficiency” that like the man puts more weight on his knowledge about vehicles or building a chair than he does on the fact he tied himself to a moving train and saved several thousand people

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Until we meet again.

every time the holidays roll around i like to think about how they probably miss each other like hell when they leave to visit their families, even though they literally spend every waking moment together. it’s not just christmas, either – it’s like, every second they spend away from each other (and i’m totally not saying they’re not able to function when separated) they somehow are still connected. i’ll bet you if they could use mind telepathy, they would just have hour-long arguments about eggnog and where snakes fart out of.

(Please don’t repost/delete the caption thanks) 

a tale of trees and espionage

okay story time:

my professor (lovely man, married to our TA, 5'2", about as intimidating as a muffin) is a dendrologist by trade, so he studies trees. it was about three hours into our social sciences course, last lecture before exams, everyone was frazzled and exhausted, so he told us about his most exciting/in-depth research to date to cheer us up.

(the few of us who actually showed up were like “ok sir im sure its fascinating” but in our minds we were totally like its trees what. is. exciting. about trees. You might be wondering the same thing - the acorns? the leaves? the roots? BUT NO. IMMA FUCKIN TELL YA.)

ANYWAY we settle in, he had a few pictures loaded up from his field work (we were chuckling at this point…. ‘hehehe field work’ i giggled to my frend. its trees.) and began to tell his tale. it’s long, imma warn you, but……. god. just read it.

theres an species of tree called the cucumber tree (Magnolia acuminata, if ya wanna get all Latin-y). its super endangered, in our region there’s only ~280 that are registered by the government, yadda yadda yadda. my prof thought that was tragic (i know) but also strange, because when he was writing his thesis about local trees years ago, he kept coming across cucumber trees in really random places. we’re talking like backyards, independently-owned nurseries, etc. WHICH IS IMPOSSIBLE because, according to tree law (i know) it is very strictly protected by the government, and thus super “illegal to possess, transport, collect, buy or sell any part of a living or dead member of a listed species if it originates from wild sources.” essentially, the govt takes control over growing the trees and anyone who independently raises them is breaking the law (i know)

so he’d ask people “do you have a permit for these trees?” and they were like “uh no, it’s just a tree someone sold me, i think it looks nice, are you gonna arrest me?” so he’d be like “nah nah nah just tell me who sold it to you”

eventually, months/years later, someone did, and turns out it was like this underground sort-of illegal tree dealing club (i know). so my prof went, got a bit of funding from the government, who were getting pissed at independent cucumber tree numbers, and THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTO THE GOOD SHIT I STG.

he infiltrates the tree trafficking organization. he buys a cucumber tree from an independent nursery, raises it for months, ensures he gets noticed by the traffickers, and then INFILTRATES it and convinces its leader to LET HIM JOIN. he has to pay like a steep entrance fee, which he does (and it blows my mind that the government of my country paid money to illegal tree dealers), but then he is given full access to records and maps because they think he’s one of them, not a SECRET AGENT.

now this part blows my mind because the tree lords don’t even have to try very hard to find cucumber trees because government agents MARK THE TREES AND DISTINCTLY TAG THEM SAYING THIS IS ENDANGERED DO NOT TOUCH. so, ya know…………. it’s a bit obvious. my prof hangs out with the members so much that he figures out their “hit spots”. these are where the trees are relatively secluded and unguarded. (he writes all this shit and numbers down for his research.)

BUT THATS NOT ENOUGH BECAUSE THE GOVT SAYS HES WASTING THEIR FUNDING IF HE DOESNT HAVE PROOF and they are willing to take LEGAL ACTION for misuse of funding (my prof doesn’t have the money nore time nor power to take them to court, which would also blow his cover). so my prof literally STAKES OUT a copse of cucumber trees at a recognized wildlife reserve for. DAYS. he camps there, and watches the trees, is about to give up, he’s going off an unreliable rumor from the traffickers that a harvester would be going there within the next week. finally, this guy comes and takes the cucumber tree seeds from the CLEARLY MARKED trees by the government, and my prof takes pictures (we are shown these pictures, most of us are speechless at this point). dozens of candid shots of a man my grandpa’s age with a grocery store bag, garden shears, and a ladder, clipping away the illegal seeds and then going on his merry fucking way.

so my prof has the proof, he’s been undercover for months now at this point, he writes up his report, gives it to the government who is like…….. “oh shit”, helps them draft up a new LESS COMPLETELY FUCKING OBVIOUS way of marking endangered trees (so that way non-tree-lovers wouldn’t damage them further, etc.), and then never returns to the tree traffickers. he’d given them a fake name, address, everything….. he disappears.

…there was a full minute of stunned silence from us students at this point, during which he grew more and more nervous (again, he’s a muffin) and all of us students are just like……. “whoa.” we asked him what happened to the remaining illegal cucumber trees & if he turned the tree dealers in to the government, and that is when he smiles a little bit and shows us the last few pictures. because here’s the kicker… he never turned the smugglers in. he burned all the data he collected, defied the government pressuring him to turn them in, and the only reason he’s not incarcerated is because his work is so prominent in certain circles now & universities love him, that there would be an uproar if he got arrested. he’s like a fucking anti-hero and then he tells us (i’ll never forget, it’s the most inspirational green-thumb thing in the world) “it may be 'illegal’, but those who risk their liberty to ~save the world~ should never be reprimanded, no matter what those in power say.”

we are all stunned. some of us are considering dendrology as a field we’d now be interested in pursuing. he clicks his slide one final time, before we leave our last lecture and, since he had an asthma attack (lil muffin) he didn’t attend our exam, so i never see him again…………

and there, on the slides, the last picture? THERE HE IS. in his own backyard. with his equally lovely TA wife. both grinning innocently, standing underneath a……. FUCKING. FULL GROWN. ILLEGAL. CUCUMBER TREE.

psychic: *reads my mind*

my mind: look arOUnd look arOUnd at how lucky we are to be aliiive right nowHELPLEEESSSS they are asking me to leadLOOK AROUND isn’t this enough he will never be satisfiedWHat would be enOUGH he will never (to be) satisfied sATISfied satisfIIIhISTORY HAS ITS EYEEEEESSWHY do you assume you’re the smartest in the room why do you assume you’re the smartest in theNON-STOP he will never be satisfiedBE ENOUGH satisfiedsatisfiiiiiedWHY do you assume you’re the smartest in theNON-STOP do you write like HISTORY HAS IT EYEEESSSS ON YOUUUU i am NOT throwing away my JUST YOU WAIT i am NOT throwing away my JUST YOU WAIT i am alexander hAMILTON HAMILTON JUST YOU WAIIIITT I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT!!!!!!!!

psychic: what the fuck

hey guys i’m seeing the lance last name discourse popping up again and i urge you guys to remember that poc with white sounding names and mixed people exist. regardless if you want him with a latinx/hispanic last name or use mcclain or whatever, he’s still 100% Cuban no matter what. i understand the want for a hispanic/latinx last name, seriously, but please remember this and that even with a ‘white sounding name’ he’s not being white washed. this doesn’t mean that you can’t want a latinx/hispanic last name, just keep this in mind when you’re explaining why you want it and don’t throw other poc under the bus please.

gringxs can rb this but don’t add commentary please this is a latinx issue tbqh.

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“You were planned, Noah. Engineered.“ Noah practically radiated frustration.

"For what?" 

"To be the hero,” David said, looking at Noah like he was his greatest disappointment. “To slay the dragon. But you fell in love with it instead.”

Insecurities

@imonlyheretowatchstuff : So I have a prompt? Its klangst, hope you don’t mind! anyways, lance and Keith have a bad fight, ending up with Keith saying something to lance that just REALLY gets to him. Langst and he leaves. Just leaves. He packs his stuff and leaves in either blue or some other way. Thus ensures klangst however you want it. They search for him and you choose whether they find him immediately or later on then klance! He leaves a note, “I was only just a replacement.” or something like that. Its okay, if no.

 

[A/N: as you read, there is gonna be klangst ahead! I am really excited to do my first prompt-fill! I hope you enjoy, lovelies! I have a plan for what I want Lance to do while he’s disappeared, so keep an eye out for Part II!

Warning: maybe a little OOC, but I tried my best to keep them as in character as I could, but I know that Keith wouldn’t do that, and Lance wouldn’t do this. So just,,, keep an open mind, I guess?]

Part I 


The day hadn’t been good for Lance to start with – he’d overslept for the first time in a week, he didn’t get to eat breakfast because of it, and he must’ve been coming down with a cold or something because he’s had a nasal headache all day. So when he went to go see Keith while he was training, he’d hoped that the boy would be able to see how upset Lance already was, and snuggle up to talk about Earth or something to make him feel better.

“Keith?” Lance called as he walked into the training deck, looking around for him, finding him battling the Gladiator again. “Can you come cuddle?” He asked, not expecting anything but a kind ‘sure, give me a tick, babe.’ What ensued next was the biggest fight they’d had to date.

“No, Lance, I need to train. You need to, too. Zarkon won’t wait for us to be ready to battle him,” Keith said in between blocking and attacking the robot.

“But Keith,” Lance whined, rubbing his eyes. “I’ll train tomorrow, okay? But right now I’d like some cud-“

“No, Lance,” Keith snapped, turning to the Blue Paladin after calling off the training exercise. Minor progress, Lance thought to himself. “We need to train, all you do is sleep in, and expect everyone to kiss the ground you walk on. It needs to stop, because sooner or later you’re going to get hurt because of your carelessness. The war isn’t over; therefore, we need to keep battling until we defeat the Galran Empire, and save the universe. But you can’t seem to wrap your head around that, can you? All you do is make sure you get your beauty sleep,” Lance made an affronted noise, he’d been doing great at waking up until today, “flirt with aliens,” he hadn’t done that since Keith and he got together, “and slack off. It makes me wonder if you really have what it takes to be a Paladin for Voltron.” Keith knew the moment the words left his mouth that he would regret them. That he already regretted them before they finished being spoken. Keith knew in that moment that he had messed up, all the progress they had made with Lance’s insecurities came crashing down.

Lance froze, staring at Keith with wide eyes. Then he shut down on himself, hunching his shoulders. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t trust his voice to speak. Instead, he turned on his heel and walked out of the training deck, ignoring Keith’s calls to come back. When he passed the kitchen to get to his room, he didn’t stop in to say hi to Hunk, he ignored Shiro as he walked by, and even ignored Pidge as they worked on something in the hallway outside of the rooms. He was glad that he hadn’t passed by Coran or Allura, he didn’t know if he’d be able to hold himself together in front of Coran, and Allura didn’t like how he flirted with her, so he didn’t want to see her either. He finally walked into his room, locked the door, and then broke down.

Lance thought he’d been doing good – great even. He’d been waking up in the morning on time most days – occasionally he’d slip up and not get breakfast, but he’d been working on it, he stopped flirting with the female aliens they came across, feeling no need as he was in a relationship with Keith already, and he’d only been joking around when they were relaxing or eating. Apparently, Keith didn’t think he was doing as good as Lance thought he was. Until that moment, Lance’s insecurities hadn’t been bothering him for a few weeks, but Keith poked each of them as he got yelled at by him. He knew it was likely just stress causing Keith to lash out at him, and it wasn’t even Keith’s fault, Lance was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Logically, he knew that, but still, the weight of the words that Keith spoke were heavy, and this time, Lance couldn’t take it.

Keith was right, anyway. He wasn’t cut out to be the Blue Paladin, he was just a boy from Cuba who missed his mamá. He was probably just holding the place of the real Blue Paladin until he or she could claim their spot in Voltron. He swallowed thickly as his insecurities once again consumed him. He didn’t hear the banging on his door, or his name being called by Keith, or the apologies flying out of his mouth as he stood on the other side of his door. The only thing Lance was aware of, was that he needed to get out. Distantly, he heard Blue’s unsettled purrs, but he ignored it. He needed to make room for the real Blue Paladin. So, he was leaving.


Part II 

Part III 

Don’t do that. Don’t stop appreciating her. You thought that it was the thought that counted? You thought that it was enough that deep down you know you love her? Well, it’s not. Words are meaningless without execution. She is not some prize you fight hard to win then leave on the top shelf, always expecting her to be there. Her love is not conditional, her love is not your right, it is not yours to keep with greedy hands and selfish eyes. Wake up and start fighting for her, or she’ll find someone who ultimately will.
—  To The Men Who Take Their Girlfriends For Granted // Excerpt #62
OUTLANDER SENTENCE STARTERS
  • No, I said I won’t have you dying for nothing. 
  • I won’t be. I’ll be dying with you.
  • Look, you told me that you could never get close to your mother, that she lived in another world. Well, maybe she’s trying to show you that world.
  • It’s not important if I believe it. She believes it. I’m just saying, we need to keep an open mind.
  • Only two people know what the truth really is, and one of them is dead. Too bad it wasn’t you.
  • Can I ask you something? How do you do it? Finally say goodbye to that one person you loved most in all the world?
  • Truth is, I’ve never been very good at saying goodbye.
  • But that’s the hell of it, isn’t it? Whether you want to say goodbye or not, they’re gone and you have to go on living without them. Because that’s what they would want.
  • Well then maybe we’ll all get to watch her slam her head into a five ton slab of granite.
  • May he have mercy on us all.
  • What kind of god creates a world where monsters thrive and beauty and purity is rewarded with poverty and death?
  • The same kind of god who also offers an opportunity for redemption.
  • I’ve been dying for years. It’s a wearisome process. I welcome its conclusion.
  • It’s like you read my mind.
  • I kept my word. I lay my vengeance at your feet.
  • I must say, this is a damned inconvenient time to be conciliatory.
  • Why did you pretend not to recognize me? I was afraid you would just blurt out my real name.
  • I know what you did. You championed me and exiled me both at the same time.
  • What am I to do with such a bloodthirsty barbarian?
  • Is your thirst for slaughter not quenched yet?
  • Surely there’s another woman you could have kiss you goodbye?
  • Fortune drops out of the sky and onto our doorstep. Convenient, is it not? 
  • Why should we waste time with all this Shiite?
  • It’s been horrible. He forced me to mend his socks and to fetch his meals.
  • I think I know a wee bit more about this than you do.
  • So, will I be allowed to join you at dinner tonight?
  • They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.
  • We may have to rethink our decision not to lie to one another.
  • And you, witch who sucks the cock of the devil. I’ll see you in hell.
  • You’re not what I ordered. But, you’ll do.
  • You should have trusted me with that knowledge from the beginning.
  • Every now and then it is OK for you to lie to me, you know, just to put my mind at ease.
  • Aye. I’ll remember that for the next time.
  • I’ve been thinking. Remember you said I owe you a life because you saved mine? Well, I saved yours as well at least as often. Seems to me we’re even.
  • Ashamed. Like I’m a different person now, and I’ll never be the same.
  • So you had to start yourself up with a whore before you could stand to be with me?
  • This is wonderful news. Why did you wait until now to tell me?
  • The way I see it, we’re doing a bad thing for a good reason.
  • Isn’t that what all bad people say?
  • Well, I am an unusual lady. At least I used to be.
  • Told you that dress would bring us grief.
  • How can you save a man that doesn’t want saving?
  • I lie here feeling I will die without your touch, but when we do touch, I want to vomit with shame.
  • If you take away the one last thing that makes sense to me, then I will die with you, right here now.
  • You think I cannot control the darkness I inhabit? One way or another, I will get a response from you.
  • Love forces a person to choose. You do things you never imagined you could do before.
  • Go get the shovel.
  • You might want to remember who has the pistol.
  • It looks like I’m going to a fucking barbecue.
  • I want you ____. I want you so much I can scarcely breathe. Will you have me?
  • You are my home now, ____. 
  • It’s often something like this. But, no, this is unusual. It’s different.
  • Take off your shirt. I want to look at you.
  • I’ll never forget when I came out of the church and saw you for the first time, It was as if I stepped outside on a cloudy day and suddenly the sun came out.
  • Doesn’t it bother you that I’m not a virgin?
  • You control your nerves. Your nerves do not control you.
  • It doesn’t matter where you come from. You’re here.
  • Sometimes I wonder what I did to make the devil punish me like this. 
Welcome Distractions // Spencer Reid x Reader

A/N: Just a small piece for my fellow students who just went through/are going through the stress of midterms.


Spencer walked through the door juggling a tray of coffee and cupcakes from the local bakery in his hands. His foot shot back to close the door behind him as he tried to keep himself balanced. He could hear soft pop music playing throughout the small apartment, something quite different than the music of his own choice.

“Hey,” he greeted as he walked around your setup. You were seated on the floor with a circle of textbooks and papers all around you. The music was coming from the laptop that sat on your right as you skimmed through your textbook, eyes scanning along the lines quicker than the average student.

“Hey!” You replied with a smile as he passed you your drink. You’d been studying for hours now and the fact you had some company was enough to lift your spirit. You laughed as he bent down, eager to give you a kiss only to have your hand stop him.

“Nope. None of that. I have midterms to study for,” you replied knowingly as you set the coffee down on the floor. Spencer was an affectionate man and once he had you in his arms he wasn’t the type to let go so easily. He rolled his eyes teasingly before finding his own seat on the loveseat behind you.

“I brought cupcakes,” he announced as he set them down beside him. You glanced at the transparent box that held two chocolate and two vanilla cupcakes.

“Thanks but not right now. I’ll get a sugar rush and crash and that’s something I really can’t afford,” you replied with a heavy sigh. The thought of a chocolate cupcake with deliciously sweet pink frosting was tempting but you had to be responsible.

“Alright, suit yourself,” Spencer replied with a small grin as he dug into one. He chewed, savoring the rich taste of chocolate. “I’ll leave you one.”

You chuckled knowing that his sweet tooth was bigger than your own but ultimately returned your attention back to the book in front of you. Knowing he was there brought a nice sense of comfort even if you weren’t able to fully interact at the moment.

He remained quiet for a while as he observed you. For some reason your study spot of preference had always been on the floor and he often wondered just how comfortable that could be. But you were notorious for falling asleep easily, often drifting into hour long naps when you were supposed to be alert, and so the uncomfortableness of the floor helped keep you awake. Even so, Spencer still worried. He could already tell by the way you rolled your shoulders that your neck was aching from being in a hunched position the past few hours.

“Can I help?” he offered as he got down on the floor beside you. He moved some of your textbooks aside, entering the circle of papers you had made.

“Yes. How about you trade brains with me for a day so I can remember all of this,” you replied with a small grin as you kept your eyes on the words in front of you. “You’d have to deal with my constant thoughts of puppies if you took my brain but I think that would be a healthy change for you for a day.”

Spencer grinned at your rambles. His hand found its way to the soft skin of your cheek before he leaned in and placed a small kiss on your face.

“I would gladly trade my brain for yours if it meant you’d spend today with me,” he replied. “Actually with me. Not consumed by books.”

“Consumed by books? Have you forgotten what you’re like Dr. Reid?” you replied with a laugh. He smiled brightly knowing your comments were true.

“Let me help some way. You’re exhausted.”

“Ok. You read this to me and I’ll listen and hope it sticks in my mind.”

Spencer nodded in agreement as you passed your book to him, stopping to look at the cover. Meanwhile you took the opportunity to lay down on the floor, your legs resting on top of scattered worksheets and articles. Your neck ached from being in the same position for so long and the new position felt like heaven even if it was against a hard floor.

“Give me a kiss first and then I’ll read,” Spencer said with a mischievous grin. You laughed as he leaned over you, staring straight into your eyes with his lips just an inch away. “Kiss or you’re on your own.”

You couldn’t help the slight roll of your eyes at his blackmail but pressed your lips to his in a soft kiss nonetheless. His face held a goofy grin when you finally pulled away, his happiness evident in his eyes. You smiled, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers between his as he balanced the book in his other hand.

“Enough distracting me. Read please.”

anonymous asked:

Can you draw Benny and Pete as friends? I can see Benny being like a big brother to Pete. I totally headcanon Benny teaching Pete how to open the fire hydrogen.

HAVE YOU BEEN READING MY MIND????? i think about them being friends a lot

now that benny has an actual job and like life plans and stuff hes got to pass on his legacy

Not Like This (Part 2)

Read:
Part 1: Here
Part 3: Here
Part 4: Here
Part 5: Here

Sorry for the double tags, guys.  Tumblr was apparently having some technical difficulties.  Its all good now!  Enjoy!
Fandom:  Star Trek AOS (Soulmate AU)
Pairing: Reader x Bones
Word Count: 3,633
Rating: Teen+
Warnings: Injuries, blood, scary scenes 
Tag List: @outside-the-government @littlecarowrites @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse  @feelmyroarrrr @trekken81 @lurkch @yourtropegirl @answer-the-sirens
Author’s note:  SO many people have asked to be added to the tag list for this fic.  I am absolutely flattered.  I’m so glad you guys like it!!  I apologize if I missed anyone in the tag list, please let me know if I forgot your name.  Also, if I have you just in the tag list for this story but you wish to be on my permanent tag list, please let me know!

I hope you all like this part just as much… its actually my favourite part of the story so far.  Enjoy!



          Leonard had gone back to his business after his last projected thoughts, after his soulmate had wished him luck on his exam.  It was going to be a hard one, he was sure, and he nervously chewed on the end of his stylus as he waited for the instructor’s signal.  The exam appeared on the screen of his tablet as his professor indicated that they could begin and he bent over it, meticulously reading each question and answering carefully, his mind completely focused on his task.

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Tom Holland Imagine: Broken

Summary: after getting out of a toxic relationship, you meet a very handsome boy on your train. (Loosely based off of both Yes Girl and I Can’t Breathe by Bea Miller)

A/N: sorry for being gone for so long… writers block kicked in…😤

Warnings: physical and mental abuse

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I let out a sigh of relief as the train took off down the tracks. I watched as the town I once knew and loved flew passed me. I wondered what He would do when He came home from work to find me gone. I fidgeted with the strap of my duffle bag before deciding to pull out my book to help the time pass.

“Hello? Sorry to disturb you, but would you mind if I sat here?” A voice said.

I shook my head without meeting the stranger’s eye. Yes, I would prefer to be sitting by myself but considering I bought the last ticket for this train, I knew it wasn’t going to happen. I heard the stranger let out a heavy sigh as he placed his bag under his seat.

“Whatcha readin there? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Uh, it’s called Ordinary People. By Judith Guest. It’s my favorite book, I’ve read it like 10 times.”

“Huh, maybe I’ll read it sometime.”

“Oh you definitely should, its incredible.”

I finally looked up from my book to see a very handsome boy smiling at me.

“I’m Tom by the way.” He said as he extended his hand to me.

“Uh, I’m Y/N.” I said as I shook his hand.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

I blushed at his compliment and closed my book and looked back up at the him.

“So what’s bringing you to the city? And by train? Not many people go on these anymore.”

Tom smiled and looked out the window.

“Well, I do a lot of traveling. I’m always in the air and so I just wanted to see the trees for a change. And I’m staying in the city, actually. I just felt like I was going insane from only seeing buildings and angry people everywhere I went and I need some time to figure things out so I found the smallest town I could find outside of Atlanta and left for the weekend. What about you?”

“Uh, that’s a story for another time…”

“That’s alright. Let it be yours.”

“Well, your accent gives it away that you don’t live here, so why are you in America?”

“I’m an actor. Filming a movie.”

“Oh, I love movies! What movie are you filming?”

Tom let out a light laugh as he looked down and fiddled with his thumbs.

“Uh, Spider-Man, actually.”

“Wait, really!? I love Spider-Man! Are you the guy that plays him in Civil War? I haven’t gotten to see it yet but I want to so bad. See, my boyfri- ex boyfriend wouldn’t let me go see it.”

I looked down to avoid Tom’s confused face, hoping it would give him the hint to not ask any questions.

“Well, maybe I can take you to go see it sometime.”

“Uh, yeah! But if you don’t want to you don’t have to. I’m sure you’ve already seen it like 500 times…”

“Yeah, but never with a girl as beautiful as you.”

“Pft, are you kidding me? Have you seen Scarlett Johansson!?”

Before Tom could reply I heard my phone go off. I reached into my bag to pull it out and felt my heart stop.

No.

He wasn’t supposed to be home this early.

I felt my heart drop to my stomach as I looked at His name written on the screen.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned my phone off before shoving it back in my bag.

I felt Tom’s gaze on me. I looked up and gave him a weak smile, trying to get him to drop it.

Luckily, he did.

—3 months later—

I laid on the couch, wrapped up in Tom’s arms. We started dating shortly after we met. I didn’t think I would be able to date anyone for while after what happened with Him but, Tom was different. I knew he was different because he cared.

Unlike Him. I knew He was searching for me. I had been forced to ditch my phone and buy a new one to get Him to stop calling me and leaving hurtful voicemails.

Now, 3 months later, the thoughts of Him felt like only a distant memory of a childhood nightmare.

But that quickly changed.

Tom and I were watching The Way Way Back when it happened.

First there was the pounding on the door.

“I’ll get it, love.” Tom sweetly whispered in my ear. He kissed the side of my face and got up from the couch.

I instantly missed the feeling of his arms around me. I turned my attention back to the film, thinking it was just Harrison who forgot his key again.

But then I heard it.

I heard Tom’s angelic voice asking who they were but getting cut off by a punch to the jaw.

And then His voice calling out my name.

I sat up immediately and felt my self beginning to hyperventilate.

But while I was breathing hard, it felt like there was no oxygen in my body at all.

As His figure walked into the room, I felt myself black out from fear.

I didn’t even feel Him pick me up by my hair and throw me into the glass coffee table.

I didn’t even feel the blood begin to fall from my skin from where the glass had cut it open.

I didn’t even hear Tom scream my name.

I didn’t hear Tom tackling the guy.

I didn’t hear Harrison come in and call the police.

I didn’t hear the ambulance as they asked me questions.

But I watched all of it.

I could see everything.

I could see Tom attacking Him.

I could see Tom as he stood over me, crying.

I could see his lips saying words like, “Please say something, love” or “Please don’t leave me” as tears slipped from his eyes.

I woke up hours later. I looked around and saw Tom sitting to my right, holding my hand tightly as he cried into my side.

“Tom?” I asked.

His head whipped up and let out a sigh of relief when he saw me awake. He immediately began to pepper my face with kisses and held me tightly to him.

“Thank god you’re okay. He’s gone, Y/N. They’ve locked Him up. You never have to worry about Him again. I have you and I will always protect you. I love you, Y/N. So much.”

And those words, those few words, put every little broken piece in me back together.

prongsno  asked:

okay rhiannon i can't choose one so here and you can choose which inspires you c: 20, 49, 51, 54, 58 & 60 <333 ((because i can never make my mind up! choose whichever hehe))

‘marble hearts collide’

#58 “I was going to kiss him, but then my friend texted me about going to Taco Bell, and, well, there’s this cashier that works there who is way cuter, so I bailed on the rest of the date.”

Thank you Grace! I chose this one because I had an idea for it as soon as I read it and so… that’s what this is <3 I might make this a thing ?? like a series

modern + muggle au

“I was going to kiss him, but then Gemma texted me about going to Taco Bell, and, well, there’s this cashier that works there who is way cuter, so I bailed on the rest of the date.” Lily’s telling him this, aware that she sounds loopy, and she can’t help the blush on her cheeks but she’s also had a few glasses of wine, a few really meaning five, and really, it needs to be said. “So, anyway, I’m standing in front of this cashier guy and he really, really is cute. Like, textbook, chick flick, cute. Probably has a good shot at a career on Instagram. And he asks me what I want. And you know what I don’t want?” She pauses, doesn’t give him time to answer, takes another sip of the drink in her hand, drink meaning gin and tonic, and continues, “Him! I don’t want him! So, now I’ve bailed on my date to ask another guy out on a date and I go to ask this guy and I realise I don’t want to go on a date with him! He has to use a calculator to work out my change. I only paid with a fiver!” She throws her hands up and almost sends her glass flying and Sirius takes that as his cue to intervene. 

“Hey, Evans,” he says, stilling her hand, “breathing is a vital part of staying alive.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, wide eyes meaning eyes that can’t focus on one thing. “I’m breathing.”

“Good to know.” He slips her legs off his lap and stands, cracking his neck, before snatching her glass from her hand. He downs it before she can protest and just grins at her pout. “Everything in moderation.”

“Including sobriety.” Surprisingly, drink never seems to hinder Lily’s vocabulary. It just makes her sound like a character out of an American coming-of-age film. 

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anonymous asked:

yo fam i gotta ask, ur KiriBaku fic is the only 1 i read cus im picky asf with fanfics, im curious if you know any good fanfics out there bout these 2. because there's more fanfictions than im willing totake the time to go through

Oh!!! Thank you so much anon! I actually don’t read too many KiriBaku fics myself (I plan to make my way through them soon!) But here are the top three that have stayed in my mind!

Heart Strings by starofjems
Teen, One-Shot, ~8000 words

Summary: Red. Red was all Bakugou could see sometimes. His father called this ability to see strings of fate a gift. Bakugou called it curse. He never wanted to be fate’s pawn, never wanted to willingly play its games. More than anything, Bakugou had never wanted to know who was at the end of his string. There was no turning back.

This starts off like any other well-written but cliche “red string of fate” quirkless soulmate!AU, but it is so well-written, and there is a twist that completely took my breath away, and for those reasons, I highly highly recommend it!

don’t count on me to let you know when by newamsterdam 
Explicit, One-Shot, ~16000 words

Summary: Kirishima has always made things easy for Bakugou. But that doesn’t mean that Bakugou’s gotten any better at these things, even after all of these years.

This a future!fic about Bakugou and Kirishima reuniting after years apart, as they learn to become a part of each other’s lives again. This fic is so well-written. Like, damn. The characterization, the dialogue, the drama, heck, even the smut is well-written, and I usually don’t even like smut. This fic had me in tears and I absolutely cannot recommend it enough times.

but i’ve got an angry heart by newamsterdam
Teen, Multi-Chapter, Incomplete

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki is not going to jeopardize his future a second time, and that means staying away from anyone who gets too close. Kirishima Eijirou has never learned how not to be close to someone. Of course, they end up as next-door neighbors.

This one isn’t finished just yet, but it is still excellent. It’s kind-of a quirkless college!AU, but it’s not mindless fluff like those tend to be. There’s really good, thought-out angst with some unforgettably chilling scenes as you and Eijirou both slowly figure out what happened in his past that made Bakugou so tight-strung. The pacing of this is fantastic, and the touch of mystery is so so good.

Trustworthy (pt. 1)

Summary: Being sent to one of your favorite worlds, you are disappointed when it is just as cruel as the world you left. Receiving insults from the company members, you slowly start to close your self off. Can the king fix this?

Pairings: Thorin x Reader

Word Count: 1,945

Warnings: Everyone is a bit OoC; Kind of Cracky; Mentions of Abuse (physical, emotional, and mental) From Parents/Partner

Author’s Note: I will be posting part 2 on Sunday.

Master List - Part 2

Originally posted by d-a-black

Requested by: 

     Anon: Can you do a reader insert of a really tall (human or elf) reader being in the company and being teased or made fun of for it

     @pandepirateprincess: Can i get a Thorin and x reader? Maybe a fluff one about tryin to resist falling for him or him trying win over reader cause she was mentally abused and has trust issues?


“She hit yet another branch. As hopeless as an orc that one is.”

“What are you going on about? Orcs are more useful than her.”

You flinch at yet abother insult. 

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It’s 2:30 am and I just finished reading Good Omens and going through the tag (as I do when I finish A Thing) This has nothing to do with casting it’s just my own personal hc for how I saw Aziraphale while reading lol mainly cause when I read my mental image of most characters is vague at best 

 -Shorter than Crowley by a smidge

 -broad shoulders, narrow waist, hips, thighs that can kill you

 -basically an hourglass figure but with more emphasis on shoulders and chest width 

 -he seems fit but in reality he’s a Very Very Soft boy

 -under thos clothes is SOFT esp on his thighs, a little bit around the belly, and soft soft chest (I can just imagine crow burying his face in that chest)

 -incredibly dark skin, but it always looks like he uses rainbow/metallic highlighter 

 -long eyelashes and very fluffy hair 

 -can’t decide on very light colored eyes or very dark ones

-He overall looks like someone who was extremely, devastatingly attractive a decade or two ago, and has since softened around the edges

Games & Flames (Rivals AU Playlist)

I made a playlist a few months ago to release some of the feels from reading @kazliin​‘s Rivals AU fanfic, Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches (which is seriously one of the best Yuri on Ice fics written out there and yOU SHOULD TOTALLY READ IT!!!!) but then the companion fic came, and the feels dam just fucking exploded again. I just kept hearing songs that sounded like they’d go nicely with the fic, and I knew I had to make another playlist.

And so here we are! I call this playlist Games & Flames because Viktor seems to like playing mind games and playing with fire hahaha rEAD THE FICS AND YOU’LL UNDERSTAND WHY. also because I like rhymes. Here’s a link to the series again for reference! Details on the playlist and more of my ramblings about why I chose the songs are under the cut~

YouTube | Spotify*

*One of the songs in my list is not on Spotify, I’m so sorry!

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A SWORD’S SHEATH - A Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild fanfiction

Story by: @gregogm
Image artist: @wondyworld

A SWORD’S SHEATH
A LEGEND OF ZELDA - BREATH OF THE WILD fanfiction

It has been a year since Link and I vanquished the calamity called Ganon. Hyrule had shown remarkable progress onto getting back on its feet during the past months.

When the news had been announced of my return, everyone across the lands had banded together to help return the kingdom to its former and glorious self. I felt relief and peace when the people didn’t forsake the Sheikah tribe any more. Just like everyone else, they, too, suffered Ganon’s wrath. Seeing people of all kinds working strong and united as one had brought such a beautiful joy to my heart. I know Father would have been proud to see what I was seeing. I was certain that his spirit saw everything from the heavens.

Though there was still much work to do, I was still baffled to see Hyrule Castle rebuilt the way it has been over a century ago. I had walked in its halls, the rooms; it felt so familiar and yet so alienated. 100 years would make you feel as such. Despite the year that had passed, I felt it was too early to occupy this vast home. Castle Town was far from being ready after all and the emptiness of it would freeze my soul if I decided to retake my old home. I wasn’t ready to be crowned Queen of Hyrule just yet.

I also had another surprise. In the castle’s destruction, my old diary had survived. When it was brought back to me, I had shed tears and held it tightly in my arms. It wasn’t as shred as I thought it would be. I had read the old pages written in it. So many different thoughts and feelings had traveled my mind while revisiting the past told.

In the quietness of night, a candle lit my room in the house of Lady Impa. I read my old diary once again as if trying to find a certain attachment to a past era. I must admit, it took me a lot of time to get used to the changes of a hundred years. The adaptation went smoothly well. But truth be told, I kept reading the same pages related to one person in particular: Link.

How I met him, how I had my doubts about him, how I lashed out my frustration to him, how he opened up to me, how he risked his life with no regards for his. How we’ve gotten closer to each other.

Link…

I thought that things would have changed between us. At least, I thought they did at first. But weeks after our victory over the calamity, he… how could I say it. He became the formal Link; the one before he opened up to me. I had asked him if he was all right. Of course he smiled and told me that he was. I felt a wall around him and I didn’t know why. I thought at first that this strange mood of his would go away, but months had passed and he was still sheltering himself from me. Was I at fault? If so, what was my crime?

The morning rained its rays through my room and the birds sang at my window. Summer looked promising at the looks of it. I got up on my feet and stared outside. The village was getting up slowly alive; the shops were opening, the people started working on the field, warriors doing their daily training routines.

Speaking of which, there he was again. Every single day, at the same morning hour, Link was training vigorously with the Master Sword. He gracefully swung the blade cutting through air as if he and the blade were one. The drops of sweat, the strength of his muscles, his hair swimming in air; I would be blind to not notice how handsome he had become.

Our eyes crossed each other for single instant, it made him stopped to look at me. I waved my hand to him, he bowed his head to me.

He bowed. I knew it was out of respect. Everyone bowed to me, I was used to that. But I didn’t want him to.

*****

We travelled to Hyrule Field in the Central Hyrule region. There remained a lot of Guardians and I had asked the help of the people to their dismantlement. Other than the four divine beasts, I took the decision to take them apart. Though the events of the past made them Ganon’s slaves, it was a reminder of large and painful scars yet to be healed for all of us. I believed it was for the best of everyone and for the good of the kingdom’s future.

Link was taking a break. People wouldn’t let him have a moment of peace. He was popular with no surprise; even more with young women, which stung my heart most of the time. He was the hero of Hyrule after all.

I saw him having a playful moment with some children, playing knights with them. The scene lit me in admiration for him. He was a good man, but I had no doubt at all that he would make a great father someday.

I held the Sheikah slate in my hands and captured the wonderful moment. Link appeared to be so happy. My fingers cherished his face on the screen as I blushed seeing his childish smile to the younglings. I felt small burden of jealousy in me. I wished I could made him smile as such. But his heart became once again a fortress. And I seemed to be the enemy.

Why was I guilty? Why was he so carefree to others but not me?

I let those unanswered thoughts for another time and joined Link and the children.

“Is it okay if I play with you?” I asked cheerfully the group.

“Hey, it’s the princess!” a young boy said amazed. “You really wanna play with us?” I nodded.

“But if that’s okay with you,” I said, “I would like to be the hero. You can be my brave companions.” I pointed an adorable girl who made me think of a child version of me. “You will be the princess, and Link can be the evil Ganon.”

I could see he was surprised by that. I sent him a mischievous smile while the children agreed to my plan. He smiled back awkwardly. It was the first smile I’ve gotten from him that felt innocent in a  very long time. Perhaps he started to re-open once more. I hoped so. But for now, I anticipated a good fun vanquishing the calamity Link with the children.

*****

The day was filled with hardworking and amusement. Link made these children’s day unforgettable; very noticeable on the fun they had by the dirt and sand his clothes bore. I thought this joyful moment would suffice for him to break the thin ice around him, but in failure, it seemed it became thicker.

I tried making conversation with him on our way home. He replied and participated, and even smiled. But the smile he did wasn’t the same. I felt he was drifting away. No, it wasn’t that. The way he acted seemed familiar. He was just as such when he was appointed as my personal knight.

Was he carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders once again? Despite the calamity’s defeat, was a knight’s duty never to rest? Not even a little bit? Or, perhaps, could it be that I was really at fault, for something I didn’t acknowledge yet?

Sunset claimed the sky as the day was bidding us goodnight. I was happy to have arrived before the full arrival of night. I felt it would have been awkward to be left alone with Link. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t say something as such, but with him acting strangely distant from me, I couldn’t think of anything else.

As we got off from our horses, I looked at Link caressing his steed’s muzzle. My mind was obsessed about his behavior. It was driving me mad. I wanted things to be so well between us, especially after all we went through. I had told myself that it would pass, that he needed time. But no more!

I walked to him in haste, determined.

“Enough of this, Link!” I said firmly to him. He looked surprised and puzzled. I took a deep breath to collect all my heart’s content. “It has been months now that you’ve been acting cold and afar. I thought at first that you needed time to recover from the battle against Ganon, but now you seem so far away and distant. You smile at me, but there’s nothing behind your lips. And the more I see you after each passing day, the more you look like a shadow of your former self… at least when interacting with me.”

It seemed my aim was true. A sense of guilt embedded his face. I had no intention of hurting him, but I couldn’t take this behavior of his any longer. I had to know.

“After all we went through together, I thought there wouldn’t be no walls between us.” He remained in silence, yet hurt was clear on his face.

I was no reader of minds, otherwise it would have been easy to ease the illness he bore in his heart. But I couldn’t force him to tell me his secrets, no matter what. All I could do was be present for him.

“But…” My right hand delicately rested on his left cheek. His expression quickly turned to a warm surprise. His sudden and clueless adorableness appeared. “I can’t force your secrets out of you. But know this: I’m here if you want to ease that burden. Always.”

Link’s face was glowing red. He nodded to me and smiled; genuinely. I smiled back, happy of seeing him more relaxed.

I had forgotten that my hand was still cherishing his face. Before I could take it back, his hand covered mine and held it dearly. His head turned towards it, and to my unexpected surprise, Link kissed its palm.

I felt a burst of heat embedding my face. I was frozen by… his act. More than that, my gaze couldn’t leave his. My heart felt like Death Mountain erupting passionately and my breath was rapid. He looked so shy, and yet so open and vulnerable at that moment. I could read all of his emotions. I wondered if he could read all of mine. This was the first time I had seen Link behave like that.

And… I didn’t mind it at all.

*****

The moon was high in the night sky, reigning like a beautiful goddess. I bathed in its moonlight unable to sleep and thinking about this… moment. If Link’s horse’s tail hadn’t whipped him in the face and broke the tension, I wondered what would have happened.

I could still feel the wet heat of his lips kissing the palm of my hand. I blushed just at the thought of it. My lips couldn’t help smiling of happiness; a happiness I’ve never felt before. What was wrong with me?, I asked myself ridiculously. I squeezed my kissed palm against my chest, reliving in my latest memories about this instant with nothing but gleefulness in mind.

Link…

Was he asleep as well? Or perhaps not? Should I bother him?

I had to. Well… I wanted to.

I knew it was late, but my heart wouldn’t find peace if I didn’t settle this on this night.

His room was just next to mine. I didn’t want to knock and wake the others out of their slumber. I tried whispering his name. No luck on this attempt. I held and twisted the handle. It was unlocked.

Swinging the door quietly, I gasped, startled to see him sitting by the window. Blessed by the moonlight, he felt asleep there. I was right to think that he wasn’t able to sleep either. At least some moments ago.

He looked peaceful. He looked handsome too. But sword in hand, he was as always vigilant. I couldn’t help feeling a bit sad for him. I wished for once he could truly being at peace, without the need of a blade at hand. For Hyrule, he represented the hope and the future, but he was no god. He was just a man. But a great man at that. Perhaps the greatest one I’ve met in my life. And knowing that, I knew in my heart he would always defend the kingdom against all threats. That was the man he was.

I wanted to talk to him tonight, but after some thoughts, I believe my words could wait tomorrow. I took the cover laying on his bed and opened it wide to cover him. I was a step away from covering him, but the step I took creaked the floor. A high-pitched noise broke through the silent night; along through Link’s slumber. His eyes opened sharply and widely, wild and threatening. In a blinding speed, I saw a flash carrying the lunar light hurling itself at my neck; the Master Sword rushing take my life swiftly and painless.

Was my life going to end by Evil’s bane because of my care for him? Why did I find this ironic?

The Goddesses decided that my fate wouldn’t be death tonight. Link stopped a hair away from my neck being sliced clean. I could feel the cold of the steel of the sacred blade at my throat. Link recognized me and was horrified of his near-fatal action. Apologizing numerous times, he fell down on the floor with his breath harsh and heavy and his heart must racing faster than lightning.

As I stared at him, scared and shocked about what he almost did, I understood. I finally understood everything. The distance, his heart being closed, him being more focused on his knight’s duty to protect and defend me, the kingdom and its people. I understood it all.

I knelt to him. His face was sweating as he was still catching his breath. I could see shame and disgust in his eyes aimed at himself.

He had done so much for me. I wasn’t going to give up on him when he needed me the most. It was my turn to save him.

I grabbed his hand and held it firmly. I welcomed his confused gaze with a soothing smile.

“Come with me, Link.”

*****

We walked in the peaceful night to the Great Fairy Fountain near the village. During this small path, never once I let go of Link’s hand. I looked behind me as I led him to our destination and smiled. His face lit brighter than the sun. I was glad he shed away his shock from earlier.

During a full moon, the fountain was a marvel to explore. Fireflies and fairies waltzed gracefully in the air, silent princesses and blue nightshades glowed with a divine light. It was a blessed place, as if Hylia herself had given this piece of wonder to us mortals.

We sat down, still holding hands and Link looked very timid. I never thought he could be this adorable. It was a side of his charm; a side I was very fond of.

We remained silent watching the beautiful spectacle of nature around us. It felt like we were the only ones in the entire world. It felt perfect as such. Thinking about it, I believed Link and I never took a moment to enjoy ourselves like that. No duty, no destiny, no calamities; just the two of us in peacefulness.

A moment that I longed for for a very, very long time to share with him.

I could feel Link’s gaze upon me. I didn’t need to look at him to guess he was speechless. Our hands held together, his thumb cherished mine. I knew too well that my face had gained the same shade of a fresh picked apple.

My head rested on his shoulder. It took him by surprise. I could feel he was tensing a little. But he closed the very small remainder of distance between us and sighed in relief.

“You once told me,” I said, breaking the silence between us, “that you remained silent from others because it was necessary for you to stay strong and carry any burden. Is this why you have been silently closed from me during these past few months? Even though we’ve won against Ganon?”

Our eyes met. He nodded, confirming my discovery. For Link, even though peace had returned to Hyrule, he was still at war.

The fortress around his heart crumbled as he opened up to me. He told me everything about his burden. He told me about this journey to save our kingdom and free me from my century-old battle with the calamity. As his memories were returning, he felt shame and helplessness that he had to sleep all this time before being enable to save me. The reason why he acted distant was to be ready and never fail again to protect me.

“I understand now,” I replied to his explanation. “But I, too, wished I could have been by your side, Link. I as well felt helpless when I couldn’t help you during your journey. But your courage showed me to never give up as I saw all that you went through. It gave me faith that we would be together again to never be torn apart.”

I stopped for a moment realizing the words I just spoke. The Great Deku tree was right; telling these feelings myself sounded better.

“Link,” I said. “You’re not alone. You’ll never be. As for any burden you may have from now on, I want to carry it with you. Because I, too, vow to protect you and be at your side.”

His face was embedded with a sense of serenity that I haven’t seen in ages. The fear, the sense of duty, the burden, everything else weighting him down; they melted away giving place to a rebirth of self he dearly needed. He smiled and nodded. There I saw him; the Link I wanted to see. He had returned to me.

He called my name. “Yes?” I asked. Link got on his feet and I followed him.

I stood in front him, hands still holding each other. His free hand laced itself with my other one. His eyes plunged in mine with a lovely but intense fire in them. I couldn’t gaze away from them. He looked a little nervous and his face flushed like the shiniest among rubies. So did mine. He slowly closed the small space between us. I didn’t know which emanated heat the most; this summer night or Link’s body. I was attracted by the latter. He looked so timid at the moment, yet he was so… perfect. The warm light of the fireflies and fairies surrounding us, the glow of the flowers at our feet, the moon blessing us, and Link, standing so close to me. How could I ask for anything more?

“What is it?” I asked. My voice was soft and whispering.

He answered, but words didn’t come out of his mouth. He flared my heart and soul to no bound as his lips gently embraced mine. My arms snaked around his neck to savor this feeling even more. His arms pulled me closer to him by my waist.The delicious feeling embedding my whole being had no word invented yet to describe it. Calling it celestial, divine, majestic or supreme wouldn’t do it justice.  

A century had put us apart and many hardships followed. But finally, our happy ending bloomed on this starry night. If I had to do it all over to cherish this moment again with him, I would do it blindfolded. As he would, too.

Oh, Link… How have I fallen in love with you.

*****

I could feel the morning sun shining its light upon us, but the warmth that cradled me in his arms was by far better. My dreamy thoughts relived those memories now sacred to Link and I. The vow we made, the kiss we shared, the night spent together in each other’s arms; this was our paradise. I thanked the goddesses to have brought us together.

A soft contact landed on my nose. I tried to wiggle it off, but it kept on dancing annoyingly. I laughed to the ticklish feeling.

“Stop it!” I giggled. “That tickles, Link!”

I opened my eyes. Here he was. In his sleepy allure, he looked lovely and otherworldly, like an angel. He moved closer and kissed me softly. I savored his lips for long seconds. Never would I stop enjoying the sweet pleasure of kissing him.

“Good morning to you too,” I told him tiredly. “Ready to continue our work in Hyrule field?”

Link hummed with disappointment in his voice as he pulled my body to his. Seeing how tightly he held me, he didn’t want to go. Truth be told, I desired nothing but spending the rest of the day resting here at his side. Alas, the hero and princess of Hyrule had duties and responsibilities to fulfill to the people.

“Well it’s about time!” The voice of an elder woman interrupted us.

Link and I immediately got up as fast as lightning seeing Lady Impa blessing the door frame of my room. Embarrassment was an understatement regarding the emotion dressing our faces.

“L-Lady Impa!” I stuttered! “T-This isn’t what it looks like! We just-”

She laughed in a humming voice. “I know you, child. I know you wise enough to not share such passion before a proper wedding. A honeymoon is well-timed for such actions.”

A bright image burned my mind like the marking made by hot iron. I saw Link laying in a bed of silk white sheets, which a part of it barely covered his… privacy. My face heated out of raw desire; quite inappropriate for a princess. I looked at Link, and I could tell my obscene fantasies matched his. He quickly looked apologetic when I eyed him threateningly for his naughty thoughts. But… perhaps I didn’t completely mind it.

“I am glad,” Lady Impa continued, “that I’ve lived long enough to see the two of you find each other in this path called love. After all the hardships that you have been through, along with your efforts of bringing back the lost glory of Hyrule, you truly deserve each other. May it be that way for as long as you live.”

Those words of hers couldn’t have sounded better if it was from someone else. Her unwavering wisdom and strength that inspired me so much. Goddesses know what would have happened to me if she hadn’t been present in my life.

I walked to her and thanked her for always being there for us by hugging her frail body. Thank you so much, Lady Impa.

*****

Another beautiful day awaited us as Link and I stepped outside Lady Impa’s home. The sun shined beautifully and the people around us were busy and bustling as ever. At the end of the stairs, Cado and Dorian saluted us as my hero delicately held my hand, leaving the guards taken aback from our affection. As we walked around town, everyone took notice of our newfound love, but their happiness for us was very palpable. We kept blushing at every compliment thrown at us; we enjoyed all of them.

Link asked me to lend him the Sheikah slate. I was puzzled on why he needed it, but I did as asked. As he stretched the device in front of us, he held me closer to him as we smiled.

Click!

A beautiful moment of us in love captured forever. And definitely not the last.

“It’s beautiful,” I said. He nodded in agreement.

Our gazes crossed. Staring at him left me breathless. Free of his burden that plagued him, Link was a reborn man. I had heard once that love could move mountains; I understood its meaning now.

Link whispered my name… following three sacred words.

Those words made my heart explode with more affection than I could already have for him. I held his beautiful face in my hand and captured his lips with mine, kissing him and pouring all my love in it. Parting from it a short moment after, I replied to his sacred words, vowing to myself to never leave his side and to always love him, just as he did when he said his.

“I love you too, Link.”


THE END.
(To be concluded in Epilogue 02)
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Author’s Note:
I had finished the game not long ago and I was moved by the story of sacrifice, duty and even love regarding Link and Zelda. There was so much passion in it that I came up with this story. I’m glad that it came out as the way I published it. I think Link and Zelda are a perfect match, but in this story I made it so that they need each other for everything: life, love, hardships, etc. Hopefully you guys understood the meaning of the title. 

I hope you loved the story. Please leave comments! And thanks again to @wondyworld for letting me use her Zelink fanart as a cover for the fanfiction. Thank you! Please comment?

EPILOGUE 02: ENDINGS & BEGINNINGS

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