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Eric’s Letter (Eric X Fox)

Rating: M

Genre: Drama/Angst

****Trigger Warnings ****THIS ONE IS DARK****

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                                   This one might make you cry!


My love,

It’s peaceful here, where I sit, writing this to you. It gives me the time and silence to remember.

I first saw you on Choosing Day, while I waited on the roof for the new initiates. Even then you stood out to me, with your fiery red hair, the way you held your head up, watching everyone, sizing up the competition. Your body drew me in too, curves in all the right places, a shapely ass that begged my hands to cup it; full, pouty lips I couldn’t wait to taste. Fuck baby, I loved you right from the beginning.

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(BOTW) Surprise!


SYNOPSIS: Zelda decides to throw Link a surprise birthday party! Cute and fluffy with a sprinkle of sad. Zelink. Post-calamity. Spoiler Warning! Enjoy!

“A little to the right, Sidon. If you please.”

Zelda’s gesture mimicked her suggestion, eyeing the banner the tall Zoran prince fidgeted with. “There. Perfect.” She nodded her approval and smiled.

She didn’t mean to micromanage these minute details, but she just couldn’t help herself. Today was a very special occasion.

Link’s seventeenth birthday—give or take a century.

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brachial-saur  asked:

Prompt: Sam losing it and flying through the night sky after Riley fell. Just soaring away from his emotions, with the moonlight on his wings... (My apologies for sadness)

He gets one last flight.

He’s not allowed, technically, but he doesn’t have to give his wing pack back until the morning and he doesn’t see the harm in it.

It’s not like he has anything to lose anyway.

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Red vs Blue Fic: I’ll Tell You My Sins and You Can Sharpen Your Knife (2/4)

Summary: Locus understands why Kimball would want to keep him alive long enough to testify at Hargrove’s trial.

He doesn’t understand why the Reds and Blues would volunteer to protect him.

Parings: None.

Warnings: Canon-typical language, tons of drippy angst.

Notes: Also available on AO3!

Yes, this is now a three-chapter story. BECAUSE LOCUS ANGST IS SO MUCH FUN.

Huge thanks to @littlefists for letting me use her pancakes headcanon!

In the days that follow, Locus finds a strange sort of peace.

It’s like when he walked away from the Communications Temple. He was wrapped in the same sort of hazy numbness that came with bleeding out. After so long fighting the idea that he was a monster, it was a relief to finally accept it. To know there was nothing he could do to redeem himself.

It’s like that now. It’s the same lesson: he’s a monster, a weapon, a suit of armor and a gun. He can’t be anything else.

At least now he’s going to be wielded by somebody better than Felix.

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Kingsman have bullet proof suits, bulletproof umbrellas (that also act as shotguns), watches that can poison, stun and more, shoes that contain a blade covered in the fastest acting neurotoxin known to man, a pen that releases poison thats only activated when you click the button, and statesman created a fucking ‘anti-death’ gel that basically brings people back after a fuckin headshot


Legolas x Reader One-Shot Request: Don't Run Away (Part 3)

Part three! A wedding scene!
Part one: Part two:

Thanks for the request, @fandom-hoe101! Hope you like it!


Thranduil stands in front of his son, addressing the Elvin crowd, who had all gathered to watch your relationship with Legolas become official. They had all pitched in to make it possible, and only smiling faces are to be seen on this day.

Over time, as the princess-to-be and before, you’d gotten to know many people who sat before their king and their prince, and you knew that while they had had their doubts, they now fully supported this union.

"My wonderful Mirkwood,“ King Thranduil began, “we are gathered here today to celebrate the union between my son and his wife-to-be, the beautiful Y/N.

"I think I speak for you all when I say that we had our doubts at first. She was a human from another world and she seemed to have no place in ours, let alone in our beautiful Mirkwood!

"But she surprised us. She showed us that we could not judge her place in this world by where one had lived before. That we could not simply remove her from our society based only on what she had known of her own world. That she could belong here just as well as you or I. And I thank her, from the bottom of my heart, for this. I cannot think of anyone more deserving to make my daughter in law!” The crowd cheers.

"And now,“ Thranduil continues, “I present to you your future princess. I challenge you to find anyone greater suited for that role!“

The trumpets flare and you step through the carved double doors, decked out in a long, pale green wedding gown, with an Elvin circlet decorating your hair.

You walk down the aisle, your face showing none of your nerves as you smile at Legolas and his father.

As you turn to face your future husband, Thranduil declares that you may now say your vows.

You hadn’t prepared as well as you might have liked for this, so you ignore your prepared vows and instead make them up as you speak.

"I promise,” you begin. You cast a quick glance around. “I promise that everyday of my life, every second I spend with you, I will look at you and smile in just the same way as I did the day I fell in love with you, and know that I finally know what love is. I know that your smile is all I could possibly need in this world, and if I should see it falter, even for a second, I will do all in my power to see it return. I know now what love is, and I know it only because of you. It is a beautiful thing that no words could presume to do justice, and even if I could describe it I know that I do not need to, because you know it, too, and that is all that could matter to me. And no matter what the world should throw at us, I promise that I will stay by your side and, no matter what it is, we should not run away from it, and instead face it head-on, the power of our love against the world. I know that my words could not begin to describe my love for you, but they don’t need to. You already know.

"And so,” you conclude, “I promise that I will stay by you even in the darkest of days, and know that I will enjoy them as much as I will the most beautiful of them, for our love is enough to turn them into the best days of them all. And so, if you will take me, I will love you until the end of time and long, long after.“

You can see the tears in his eyes and you know that you said precisely the right thing.

And while it took time, you were finally a part of this beautiful world, and this perfect elf in front of you loved you more than anything else in it.

We all seek a love

We feel we can’t have

Because we don’t think

We don’t deserve it

But a soul as weird

And wonderful

As yours

Deserves more than

What you’d settle for

Don’t undermine your worth

You should be “settling”

For the person best suited for you

And that person

Will want more than your body

Every Letter (2/10)

Summary: A pen pal writing assignment connects a young Emma Swan with her best friend Killian Jones. Life sends many hardships their way, but their friendship remains solid through the years. As they both grow older and begin to realize what they want out of life, will their letters be enough? (On AO3.)
Rating: T
Word count: ~7500
Ch1 - Ch2 - Ch3 - Ch4 - Ch5 - Ch6 - Ch7 - Ch8 - Ch9 - Ch10 [Pt1] - Ch10 [Pt2]


She wanted to write to Killian immediately, but recovering from childbirth was more taxing than she’d expected. For nearly two weeks she was lethargic and sore and maybe more than a little cranky.

The only times her mood improved was when it was time for visits with Henry. She would hold him tightly and mumble nonsense against his skin and trace her fingertips across his eyelids and nose and cheeks as he nursed. Breastfeeding was possibly her favorite thing to do. Emma had been warned that plenty of mothers struggled with getting their children to latch, but her sweet little babe was a pro right off the bat.

Emma unashamedly cried every single time visiting time ended, feeling envious toward the foster parents who were lucky enough to spend every day with him. Eventually, she managed to compose herself and let her mind linger away from her child just long enough to give her friend a thought.

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hope (pike/percy)

This came out of nowhere, and was supposed to be something like a 500 word ficlet. Instead, it’s 1700 words of faith and hope and tentative emotion. 

(40 for 40 index)

He’s not sure how he hears it, or how he knows it isn’t a hallucination brought on by death. (His own death, felled by necrotic magic, feeling his life essence slip away … his only thought at the time is “I wish I’d had the time to be better” before everything ends.) He only knows, when he wakes up on the cold, wet ground, that he can hear her whisper in his ear.

“I love you.” Pike’s voice is steady, but there’s an undertone of panic. “I have for a while now. And I will sacrifice any future hope of having that love returned if you will only just come back, Percy.” She pauses. When she speaks again, her voice is louder, pitched to carry farther than just the two of them. “Do you hear me, Sarenrae? This is my sacrifice. My hope for his life. Take it.”

When he wakes, Percy sees Pike leaning over him. Her eyes are wet, and her hand grips her holy symbol so hard that he expects she’ll have an impression of it in her palm for a while yet. “Welcome back,” she says, and her voice only holds the slightest tremble. “Don’t do that again, okay?”

“I’ll …” Percy winces, the magic backlash flooding into his head all at once. “I’ll try.”

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Jumin Han X MC Domestic Headcanons

no one asked yet here they are lmao <3

i really had to write some cute hc’s for jumin x mc that don’t focus on jumin’s possessiveness or supposed hypersexuality because there is so much more softness to his character and feelings for mc canonically, so here are my imagines for jumin and mc being fun and cultured af domestic partners

[This is POST-ROUTE. theres not any spoilers, but i am following the direction of the character-development in the story]

he LOVES classic jazz. Especially Duke Ellington and John Coltrane. He has a fair collection of jazz records, and you often stir from your sleep to the sound of them playing in the other room in the early morning as he has coffee and gets ready for his day.  One night, you find them and put them on as you prepare dinner…

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Bragging Rights

Belle French/Mr. Gold, Rated Explicit

[AO3 link]

Summary: Based on the prompt: After having sex Mr. Gold excuses himself to the restroom. When he’s out of the room Belle quickly calls Ruby & raves on about how fantastic Mr. Gold is in bed. Belle does not realize that Gold is hearing the whole conversation. Set in some AU Storybrooke, no curse.

Note: I didn’t do the prompt exactly, more in spirit. This is mostly because self-loathing, woobie!Rumple showed up and I couldn’t say no.

Gold sighed as the pounding of his heart finally ebbed and his breathing returned to normal. His body was still humming with the lingering effects of his orgasm, but it was more of a quietly blissful feeling than the roar it had been even just a moment ago. Beside him, Belle French made a small noise as she stretched. He turned his head just a little and looked at her, smiling.

“Alright?” He asked softly.

She hummed and sighed, in what seemed to be a happy way.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” He asked, trying to seem casual and confident.

“Yeah, fine,” she said quickly, and rolled away, sitting up on the side of the bed facing away from him. She slid off the bed as he sat up, and then bent to pick up her shirt. As she quickly slipped her arms into the blouse, a hard lump settled in his gut.

She was leaving.

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Compliments for the Signs
  • Aries: I love your energy, you really make yourself known when you walk in a room.
  • Taurus: you deserve the best life has to offer, and all the time in the world to savor it.
  • Gemini: I appreciate everything you've done for me, I know you work hard.
  • Cancer: your sensitivity makes you such an amazing friend, I love spending time with you.
  • Leo: you deserve to be recognized for everything that you do, because you do it so well and the limelight suits you.
  • Virgo: more people should let themselves admit that you're right. On the flip side, no one blames you if you're wrong once in a while.
  • Libra: you're desirable because people are drawn to your energy. You're genuinely chill and it's a beautiful thing.
  • Scorpio: your intensity makes you lovable, and your passion is a virtue.
  • Sagittarius: you don't need to put so much effort into the way you appear to the world, because the way you are naturally is enough.
  • Capricorn: you're more than capable of doing everything you've ever wanted, so you deserve to take some time to yourself!
  • Aquarius: people love to hear the knowledge you have to share, the time you spent with your head in the clouds was well spent
  • Pisces: the way you think with your heart isn't detrimental, it's a virtue that earns you respect!