#time x malon x reader

[legendofmorons]

How to fall in love twice part 7

Pairing: Malon x Time x reader

Rating: G

Summary: While you and Malon go on an unofficial coffee date, Time finally has some sense knocked into him thanks to Wild, Warriors, and Legend.

Warnings: N/A

Other: If I missed anything, please let me know

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The third day in modern Hyrule begins with the delightful experience of introducing Malon to modern coffee shops. Which is certainly worth it.

However, first, you get a nice shower. With your hair routine, proper soap, any shaving you might choose, and the ability to have hot water. It's glorious, and you are thankful for running water.

Malon takes a shower as well, still confused about modern shower products, but delighted in the effects! She likes that there are so many options. She also adores the hot water since she doesn't have to heat it herself.

Malon has delighted in modern clothes, a sage colored cable knit sweater, and dark jeans are her chosen outfit today.

How the fuck is she so pretty all the time? It should be illegal.

You need to focus on the things going on. Not on how pretty Malon is.

You also need to introduce her to milkshakes. You think she'd like them. But that's for later.

For now, you focus on getting your wallet, keys, and any other items you need for a city outing. You glance at the deity mask sticking our of your bag.

You find both comfort and worry in the presence. The mask has the markings that Time bears. And yet it feels unlike him at all.

You shake your head to dispel the thoughts. There's no use dwelling on those things.

Your time is much better spent on other things. Like kicking ass or spoiling the gorgeous red head you're with.

You lead Malon into the local coffeeshop midmorning. The crowd is not dense, but there's quite a few people there anyway.

Mostly, it's college students who take residence in the establishment.

You both look over the menu, and once you've explained the new drink concepts to her, you both step up to order.

"Welcome to Cuthulu brews. What can I get started for you?" The barista at the counter asks with a smile. Their eyes look dead, though. Classic customer service jobs, sucking the life out of people.

"Can I get a mocha but like - not taste the coffee?" Malon asks.

"Uh- maybe?"

"Why don't you get a shot of espresso in you hot chocolate." You suggest lightly.

"I can do that?"

"Sure, you want hot chocolate with one shot?"

"Yes, please."

"What size?"

Malon looks to you, unsure but excited.

"Large, please." You decide, that'll be more chocolate to hide the coffee taste in.

And really, you think you both deserve nice things after the hell you've been through lately.

You don't know what you'd do without Malon. Ignoring your feelings for her she's still been such a help and pillar of support.

"Awesome, can do. And for you?" The barista turns their attention to you.

You order your drink, along with two breakfast pasteries. You want to make sure you and Malon are both eating well enough.

You pay and leave a tip.

While you and Malon wait for your order, she seems to be buzzing with excitement.

"You're more chipper today, good dreams or something?" You ask with a smile.

The smile she turns on you is dazzling, "Sort of. I'm just glad I'm with you mostly."

"Oh, that's sweet. I'm glad I'm with you too, Mal." You smile and then feel silly using the nickname you've only heard her husband use. "Sorry, uh, the nickname is probably weird."

Malon just shakes her head, "Not really! I like hearing you call me that."

"Oh. Okay." You smile, trying not to read into any of this.

But over the time spent with Malon- your crush has definitely become bigger. And you are a lot closer to in love than you should be.

After collecting your drinks and breakfast, Malon leads you to a window table to sit at. Her mood is the highest it's been in a while.

It's good to see her happy.

"You said you wanted to show me something called - a wifey?"

You nearly choke. "WiFi. Wifey is something different."

Malon laughs, but she looks like she said the wrong thing on purpose. But that's got to be wrong.

(It's not wrong. She's teasing you.)

"You're probably right." She says before taking a sip of her drink.

You just resign yourself to a few bites of breakfast pastry. You need a moment. Just to get your mind up and running again.

"So, if we're in your time, don't you have someone to check in with?" Malon asks as she looks you over.

She does that a lot. Why's she always looking you up and down? She's not checking you out. That's just silly.

(She is checking you out. And she thinks it's rude you keep trying to stop yourself from returning the attention.)

"Not really. I'll be gone again soon so it'd just upset them." You say simply.

Because really the longest you've stayed in any time is a week since you got pulled away from the chain. So why bother upsetting people?

"I guess. But I'd want to hear from you."

You laugh, shaking your head. "You're sweet to me."

Malon makes a face, as if amused and exasperated. She does that a lot when you try to wave off her compliments.

"(Y/n), sweetie, you're a lot better than you give yourself credit for."

"Oh. Uh- thanks."

She just smiles, and sets a hand on your hand. "I mean it. You're going to make whoever you end up with very happy ome day."

She has a weird tone, and you almost think she wishes she was who you end up with. But that's ridiculous and probably not right.

"Thank you."

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Time is having a very bad time. Since he saw you and Malon, he's been torn up inside.

On one hand, you're both alive!

On the other hand, you're still who knows where facing threats he can't protect you from.

What a great time.

"You need to eat." Wild says as he pushes the shepard's pie into the old man's hands.

Time looks at him, blinking. Right. Food. He does need sustenance.

"Thank you." Time manages.

Wild just sighs, shaking his head. "You're disrespecting both of them by thinking they're gone."

"I don't - I don't think they're gone... I just think I'll never see them again."

Wild just levels a stern look at Time. He's not paid enough for this. He isn't paid at all, actually.

He will have to talk to Hylia about labor laws. She needs to hear from his union.

First, he needs a union, actually. He'll have to ask Legend for help there.

"What?" Time manages with a strangled edge.

"You're being entirely too pessimistic. Everyone thinks we'll see them again. Even Legend. So are you going to snap out of it?"

Time blinks again, confused and unsure if he should be offended. He's just being realistic!

Right?

"Don't give me that realistic spiel. Stop making things out worse than they are."

"I'm not!"

"We saw them three days ago. They were alive without any immediately fatal injuries, and they were both standing on their own. So unless they've started throwing the same pity party you are, they're fine."

"I'm not throwing a pity party."

"Call it what you want, but you're being too seal-ious."

"You did not just make that pun."

Wild just grins. There is nothing like puns to make people listen to you.

"Is he done making the worst assumptions?" Warriors asks as he makes his way over.

"I don't know. Time?" Wild turns expectantly to the old man.

Time just sighs. "Yes. We need a plan."

"We have a plan." Warriors says, as if it should be obvious.

"Since when?"

"An hour after we saw them. Some of us have been getting shit done." Legend adds helpfully.

"Legend." Warriors sighs. Though he dosen’t seem too far away from the sentiment.

"You didn't tell me?" Time asks, sounding genuinely upset.

"The only people who can pull you out of your spirals consistently are the reason you're spiraling. We tried." Pegend tolls his eyes.

"You're not the only one who misses then, Time." Warriors sits beside Time gently. "You may know Malon the best, but we all like her."

"And we all love (Y/n). Not the way you do, but they're one of us." Wild says firmly, "Twilight is barely keeping it together. You know he hates losing loved ones to portals."

Oh.

Time realizes he's really been disconnected. Of course, everyone else misses you and Malon.

He didn't even think about how the others might feel.

Shit.

"I'm sorry." Time says as he looks between his three companions. "I haven't- been present latley."

"We'll forgive you, this time." Wild gives a little grin, "Just don't get lost in your gear again."

"Deal."

[dia-oro]

Imagine referring to The Chain as your 'wifes'

And they would carry proud that tittle! You all just have to do is love them and be there for them in their moments that old ghost visit their minds, because what better than be love by someone that will stay in the down as in their up? time was raise by the forest spirit child’s, do you think this man know what the difference from wife to husband? He will take it at stride being your dear wife and your rock to stay ground when you feel like falling apart by just the most gentle breezed. Also he come with a bonus, because how no to love malon? She now call you both her precious wife’s. (And you been your knees at malon supremacy) if wars try to correct you just put ‘male’ in from of the wife and he done for, he will even Pratt that he your male wife, heck he will be competitive with sky and twilight for seeing how more male wife material of the three of them (only if poly chain) of no well, he still will talk about you to every-fucking-one even with the help of wind he will have photos of you and will show it at times and call himself a lucky man (sorry Lana, the best person win him) and Zelda and impa are just ‘good for him’ aplaude his dedication, now wars attention to the conference!. blame wars that now he ‘male wife’ but for you twilight will just smile and let you call him wifey, just let the wifey one for private moments between the two of you. Need a hug but can’t say it? Your wife twilight will be at your side as wolfy confronting in silence you as you always did in the twilight hours.

legend, legend legend… he will snark, he will give these roll of eyes like is his job, but the moment he think somebody is messing with you? Someone made you cry? Hurt you feelings? He will proclaim very loudly that he your wife and that whoever did make you even let a little tear will know these boots are no only to got faster, they kick ass good to.

I hope you know that sky just like time come with a bonus, what does is feel that when you say it the first think he did is write Zelda because finally happened! You admit you’re theirs (well, you call him wifey! That counts right?) because he have been talking to his girl very serious of these feeling at Zelda at the moment she see you she know you’re their, call it Hylia, destiny or just you’re so special to her and to her beloved that must be that you’re make for them! Congrats, your human blood is probably still in some hero’s and they survive so much shite because of it, don’t think to deep of it or that some Zelda’s did have your blood no only the goddess in their body. four… if you see him freeze for like 15 minutes is like no because you did wrong but because the colors are going rampant, blue never will admit it but he very fluttered by it, vio may say ‘but I’m a man’ but do you think he really mind?? You better be prepare for him planing the pretties ring just for you, green is trying to control red, red is gone gone like for a fucking second you can be sure they lost him, but now he okay and planning the wedding even he was trying to convince vio and blue of they using a dress for making it the whole wife thing more official. do you understand you just call a Fae your wife right? Half or not, you’re now spouses in his mind, there’s no going back so live a happy ever after with your man, now you have in all Eras many sisters in law, he will try his best to make his world the best for you, he will there to help his Zelda to make the world you live and breathe one that one day world living.

My dear, wild, well, wild is doing a flip in the air giving twilight a heart attack right now, do you think he even know what gender mean? Do you see some of the clothes he use?? All he know is now he your wife and will make sure no blood moon , nail polish or even ganon follower ruined your day, he wild take you to ride his best Horse, present you to the lord of the mountain, give you his best food to make, best piece, you’re now his dear spouse in his mind, now yes he didn’t even remember how someone marry so he pretty sure you just call your beloved either ‘husband’ or ‘wife’ and done, you can’t unmake this dear.

[yandereunsolved]

Imagine polyamorous Malon and Time with reader. Reader had been friends with them both since they were young. You always had a crush on Time, but realized Malon did too. Perhaps you harbored some non-platonic feelings for Malon. You never allowed them to flourish because both of them seemed like soulmates. Little did you know that, as they became a couple, they wanted you to join in as well.

They had both stalked you since you were kids. That's when Time and Malon really bonded. They became lovers, and their hearts still ached for you to be theirs as well. Their mutual obsession caused them to miss your feelings for them as plain as day. They kept putting off marriage because they wanted you to love them. 

Eventually, your feelings came out, not because you told them but because they read your journal. 

"Link, they love us."

"This is perfect. The three of us can be a happy family."

They approached you with the idea, and your fate is sealed. They baby you; you are their little house spouse. They love each other and you more than the entirety of Hyrule. They would lay down their lives for you. So they make sure you don't leave the house. They don't allow you to do any hard labor. If you are even feeling the slightest bit off, then you must rest all day and allow them to cuddle you. 

They are mostly respectful of your boundaries. The only time they cross them is if you try to escape or injure yourself.

(afab) They both want you to carry a baby. Malon wants to be pregnant, but she'll let Time impregnate you first. She doesn't want to be pregnant at the same time as you because then she wouldn't be able to give you all of her attention. Her body would be so busy creating life that she'd be neglecting you. Both she and Time just want to dote on you. You'd look so precious with a swollen belly full of babes that all three of you would raise together. 

(amab) Malon and Time want you to be the one to give Malon her first child. Time does call dibs on the second one, though. They chuckle and tell you that they have been planning this for a very long time. Malon would just be over the moon to have a mix of her and you in her womb. She just wants to hold the baby in her arms and coo about how much it already has your personality and features. She'd be even more honored if you took care of her while she was pregnant. You would do that for your wife, right? If you aren't very skilled with it, it's okay. Time is right there alongside you. He's learning how to take care of a pregnant woman as well. If you do your best, then both will reward you for it.

(infertile) Adoption... kidnapping a child is what they'll do. Anything to keep you tied down to them. So many children need a good home; they'll make sure you have one of your own, blood or not.

Escape? No, no, no, no, no, no, no. They will not allow it. Both realize that Time is better equipped to track you if you escape than Malon. If you escape and Malon can't find you, then Time will always be there to drag you back to Lon Lon Ranch, where you belong. He'll stop the entire Chain just to get you back.

They just love you so much. ♡

[trippygalaxy]

….

Time likes angry, passionate kisses where Reader(Or Malon) takes charge, grabbing his shirt collar or belt to keeps him close and only letting him go once THEY are satisfied.

In his younger years He actively tries to annoy reader/Malon to get them to shut him up <3

[dreaming-of-lu]

Imagine playfully looking at Time and jokingly saying, “I’m going to steal your wife from you, Time.”

Mfer looks at you with a smirk and just smoothly goes, “Oh? Why steal when we can share?”

Brain cannot compute. 

[monpalace]

Time knew he would never be able to understand all the new-fangled sayings and things that the youth said nowadays; especially given how much time he spent around the other Links without picking up a single term.

It came with being older in age (and era), he knew that. He could easily accept it because there was no shame.

He just can't help but wonder how you managed to keep up with the younger members. You were so close in age, and yet you had a much easier time understanding them.

(Were you his? From what he understood, you came from similar times.)

(He prays you are.)

Four and Sky, despite being “older,” even knew what words the younger generations used in their day-to-day lives.

“You're troubled.”

Time allows his eyes to wander from the conversing group that settled around the fire to his side. He was more than out of the way from the others, resting his aching back against a tree.

“What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head, letting his gaze move elsewhere so as to not let his hesitance show. “I’m fine. Your eyes deceive you.”

“My eyes deceive me?” Rather than offense, your voice mocked his own in amusement. “I’d be a fool to not see you sulk in this corner by your lonesome. I’ll ask again;” you hum, taking his hand into yours. “What troubles you?”

Time makes a vague gesture to the gossiping group, the tales of Wild’s experiences days after he woke up from his century-long sleep transitioning into Wind’s carefully spun stories of the seas to impress his older brothers.

“Their language is lost on me.”

“Lost on you?”

“Aye,” Time groans.

The laugh that bubbles out from your throat; Time has known (his) you long enough to know which ones you're able to hold back and which ones you can't.

He knows this is one of those laughs you can't stifle.

Time’s lungs clear at the sound. Whatever smoke and fog that previously cluttered them instantly dissipates into the air he breathed, the (not so) subtle of his brows undoing itself the few seconds it went on.

“They're not having an easy time either, you know,” you say.

The comment makes Time huff, his spine curling under the heavy weight of his armor when his muscles relax. “I know.” The leather and metal of his gauntlets creak around his fingers uncomfortably when he cracks his knuckles. “I know,” he reiterates.

“It’s always aye with you. Yes sir, no boy— you’re so formal.” Despite the discomfort of it, you lean onto his arm. “The only ones not intimidated by it are Twilight and Hyrule. Relax.”

“I am relaxed.”

Time ignores the way you stare down at the armor he wore.

The phantom warmth he felt emanating from your body leaves when you stand. He wants to reach out and bring you back beside him, but he doesn't believe he should be selfish when he looked so rigid and was seated so close to the others.

The desire grows when you stretch an arm behind his head and cup your hand around the back of his head, fingers scratching his scalp. His body feels akin to an open flame with you pull him forward and press a kiss to his forehead.

“Take your armor off and join us. Tell us that story of your ex-fiancée, yeah?”

Time is ashamed of how quickly he sheds his metal outer-casing, but he does as told like a dog receiving a bone.

[frickingnerd]

dating malon

pairing: malon x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, affectionate!malon, domestic life

malon is a very kind and caring girlfriend, who has so much love to give! 

she loves holding your hands or kissing you, though she does get a bit flustered as well, especially when you're around people

you likely met her family before you even started dating her, since malon is always on the ranch with them

talon is overprotective of his daughter at first and can be quite intimidating

though once he warms up to you, he happily accepts you into the family and will even ask you when you finally plan to propose to malon! 

you often spend your days on the ranch, helping malon with the horses and cook with her family in the evenings, before eating together

since talon trusts you, he'll allow you and malon to occasionally take a ride on the horses over the plains of hyrule

this is the closest thing you and malon have to a date, as you always picnic on the plains by yourself, before returning back to your everyday life

when you're all by yourself, malon will sing to you and even teaches you some of her favorite songs! 

[summertimemusician]

Most Lu Time Fans/Enjoyers 🤝 Circe and Calypso from Greek Mythology/The Odyssey

Being very thirsty for older, married men/heroes. Albeit each with very different approaches to it.

Malon 🤝 Penelope

Very capable women who could probably kill a man for their husbands if needed be and who are very ready to support them and believe in them unconditionally.

Time 🤝 Odysseus

Older men and war veterans who had Been Through It and Seen Things, have been screwed over by the Gods Several Times to the Point They Could and Would Fight Them and Win but have better things to use their time on, like making it back home after a longer than expected journey and love their wives (or spouse/spouses if you're an X reader person or ship him with someone else) very, very much, and are fully willing to throw hands on their accounts. Also something of gremlins and canonical little shits even if no one will believe you if you try saying it. Main difference is that one successfully acquired a found family while the other had to kill a small child that could have been part of the arguable found family if not for the Gods who mostly screwed him over in the process to secure his wife and son's safety.

I will not elaborate.

[legendofmorons]

How to fall in love twice part 6

Pairing: Time x reader x Malon

Rating: T

Summary: Fate must really hate you guys. You and Malon have a brief encounter with the chain while escaping monsters. But it's over before you can really talk.

Warnings: cursing, vague fighting, Time is having a very bad day.

Other: If I missed anything, please let me know.

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Twilight has never before genuinely considered smacking the back of Time's head - until now.

Watching the old man pace over trampled grass for the umpteen time is painful.

Twilight gets it - mostly. He gets losing someone you love to an unknown.

But this is too much - it's been a month or so, and Time has spent every day on edge as he worries for you and Malon.

"Would you be still for five minutes? You're giving us all aneurysms." Legend barks from his spot tending the new fire.

"That’s not physically possible." Wild says without so much as a glance at the others.

"Time. You're going to wear a trench into the dirt at this point. You should take a break." Twilight says with a sigh, "You'll be no good if you tire yourself out."

"But -"

Leaves rustle and running can be heard. Voices sound - familiar voices.

"Farore above." Twilight manages.

All of the boys work to get to where your voice is heard.

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"I would really like to stop meeting monsters like this!" You call to Malon.

She laughs, taking down another monster with her bow.

You parry an attack and watch a portal open again. At least you can escape

"(Y/n)!" Someone calls.

That wasn't Malon.

"Malon!" Time's voice rings through the clearing.

The boys are running towards you- but you're pretty sure you have to leave through the portal and not stay outmatched by the monsters.

This is bullshit.

"Link?!"

"We have to go!" You call out, ducking an arrow.

You move then, with extreme spite and displeasure.

"Just stay there!" Time yells out.

Warriors are the ones to stop the others, taking the lead. He says someone to them that males Twilight look fairly upset.

"There's no time!" You yell. "Malon, come on!"

You can watch Malon look between you and her husband. She looks pained- and you can watch her try to fight the urge to stay.

"Mal!" Time calls, almost there.

It's not enough.

Malon tackles you out of harms way and through the portal.

You hit the ground hatd- but most unhurt.

"You okay?" Malon asks you.

You look around yet another strange place and no sign of a portal. Great.

"Mostly. Are you okay?"

"I'm- tired. But I'm okay."

"Good."

Malon stares at you - still hovering over your sprawled form. Her expression is something.

She's got a soft look on her face, but she also looks like she might like to cry.

"Has anyone told you you have pretty eyes?" She asks, moving off of you.

She sits to the side, her knees under her as she looks you over.

You can feel your face heat up. That's- not necessarily a common thing to hear.

"Maybe." You admit.

"It's true."

"Thank you." You say, sitting up and letting your arms hold you up.

"Any idea where we are?"

"The woods, mostly."

"Sounds right. We should follow the path then."

"Okay."

"Do you think the boys will be okay?"

"Of course. We've made it this far- and there are more of them.",

"That's fair enough." She gives a strained smile.

"Are you sure you're feeling okay?" You ask, trying to land somewhere between serious and not accusing.

Malon looks to you, and you can genuinely see how hard this has been on her.

Her eyes bear dark bags and bloodshot veins.

She's got littered bruises and fresh scars like stars in the sky. She's got dirt smeared across her and her clothes in at least ten places.

Her clothes are patched over too many times to last much longer. Her hair is in bad shape.

And you still think she's beautiful. (You must be really gone. Like- Malon is definitely pretty under usual circumstances, but no one can look that great in this condition.)

(Right?)

"I'm just tired." Malon says after a moment.

"Okay." You say.

You stand up, holding your hand out to her.

Malon takes your hand, standing up with only half a wince. Her ankle is still weaker than either of you would like.

Your phone gives a little notification sound

Your phone!

It's stayed at the same battery charge the whole adventure thanks to magic you suppose.

But it's not done more than self-storage and pictures.

You have a notification.

"I know where we are." You smile, "or at least when."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Let's follow the path. We're in my time."

"Oh! Is that good?"

"Maybe. Depends on where we actually are and such."

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You are in America, somewhere in the Pacific Northwest if the pine trees and rain are any clue.

You find a fairly nice extended stay and book about a week or so.

However, there are a few problems.

One, you and Malon both need new clothes.

Two, you have a lot of modern things to explain.

And three - which may actually be the biggest problem - there's only one bed.

However, just now, you're at the nearest Walmart superstore getting together some actual supplies for the time.

Watching Malon read all the ingredients in the shampoo and conditioner is eye-opening.

You've managed to find some decent jeans and some other clothes too.

You grab some basic foods and some other things before checking out.

This is going to be something.

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Time skids to a stop in the middle of a monster hoard. The reason you and Malon had to escape.

The portal closes just as he reaches it.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Time ... isn't really aware of his surroundings until that evening while he's cleaning his shield of monster guts.

He listens - realizing that Twilight and Warriors are trying to figure out how to get to you and Malon again.

"It might have been a fluke." Legend pipes in.

"I doubt that." Warriors says firmly.

But none of the conversations matter. Time can only replay the minute or two he saw you and Malon.

The way his wife tackled you through the portal ... he's glad she's never lost her drive.

You had looked - well, it's really not fair how pretty you looked.

And Time is so worried.

He knows Malon can handle herself.

He knows you can handle yourself.

But still.

He'd just watched you have to get tackled through a portal so you could both stay safe.

This is some shit.

Fuck whatever deity is running this sick game.

[nutmeginlinkeduniverse]

Had an idea so I’m going to put it here;

POLY MALON/TIME/READER

Imagine when Time goes off to join the chain, Malon’s suddenly lost some of her help for the farm so she hires you but then ends up falling in love.

GENDER NEUTRAL READER

HOW YOU MEET MALON

It started off easy.

The workload had increased a little but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle alone. Her father had opened a store in town and now spent most of his days there. But it wasn’t like she was lonely or anything no.

She’d spent her entire life without the help of the Hero of Time, she could easily handle a few weeks running the farm without him while he saved all of Hyrule.

At least that’s what she thought.

But then the weeks began to stretch on and then they turned into months. Winter into Spring. Frosty branches began to thaw before her eyes, and the animals started growing more needy.

After several weeks of being absolutely unable to sit down, she knew she had to ask for help.

Her father was more than open to the idea, already having a few ideas about how he could get her some help from his old friend. But of course, as soon as Link hears about Ingo’s potential involvement he shuts this down instantly.

He does want her to have some help though, he’s not a monster, and does feel somewhat guilty for being away so often.

So he proposes sending out flyers.

Just so happens you were looking for a job at the same time, so when you hear about a ranch asking for help, and perfectly willing to provide lodging, you take the offer up at once.

The interview takes place at 9, so you show up in all your best clothing.

Only to find the prettiest woman you’ve ever seen holding out a cup of tea whilst she guides you to sit down at her dining table.

It goes incredibly smoothly, and despite your nerves you find yourself laughing and joking easily with the woman who introduces herself as Malon, begging you not to call her Missus (coz it makes her sound old)

Suffice to say you ace it.

But you also notice something off, especially in the way Malon waves goodbye to you. Though you can’t quite put your finger on it.

You move in the next day, taking a cozy little attic bedroom with all the comforts you could want.

You’re eager to get started, but Malon seems hesitant, mostly just getting you to do some cleaning around the house.

You do manage to cooerce her into letting you cook dinner though. (I imagine you make Mac and Cheese but you can make whatever you want of course) You honestly were not anticipating her reaction, as she seems to pile praise upon you.

The next few days follow roughly the same pattern, with you cleaning the house and then making dinner. During the entire time, you observe Malon quite a bit, watching in alarm as she seems to get more and more sluggish as time goes on.

However nothing comes off it until a few more days later.

You finally get to help in the barn, sweeping up some hay as Malon milks the cows. It’s peaceful, but oddly quiet, and you can’t but have this pit in your stomach as you see Malon pottering about in the corner of your eye. You can’t quite put your finger on it though.

Well at least you can’t until you see Malon collapse face first into the ground.

It sends a jolt of panic through your heart.

You go running over, turning her over and checking her breathing while supporting her head.

She’s definitely running a fever, seemingly incoherent and somewhat unaware. You decide to carry her back to the house, and lay her down in the bed.

Cue you running practically the entire farm whilst you take care of her. For the non farm competent amongst us, there are some books about farming in the house which you basically use as instruction manuals.

It’s exhausting work, and you somewhat empathise with how Malon got sick now.

Fortunately for your sanity, she isn’t sick for too long, some good old fashioned bedrest seeming to be exactly the cure for all her ailments and she’s soon enough raring to go again.

Tragically for her, she gave you quite a scare, and there is no way in hell you are allowing her to escape the bed until you’re absolutely sure that she’s okay.

She is absolutely full of praises for you, and incredibly grateful for what you’ve done.

It takes you quite some time to properly insist that she doesn’t have to practically kiss your feet for you to understand she is thankful.

Once you do however, the two of you begin to fall into a natural rhythm of who does what around the ranch. You even end up entirely taking over the farm’s vegetable patch, and tending to it every day.

She honestly doesn’t mind at all, loving to watch you amongst all the plants each day as you carry the watering can back and forth, dirt on your knees from kneeling in the ground to remove pesky weeds from the plants base.

After the long days work, you often cook dinner, seeing as she makes breakfast; and then the two of you often sit in the living room and chat with a cup of tea whilst you do your respective activities.

Typically it’s embroidery for her, but she isn’t against the occasional crochet.

Mostly she loves it when you talk and tell stories of your life before the two of you met, loving the way your hands move and you get so animated.

All things considered it does not take her long to realise that she loves you. That she wants you to stay on the ranch, long after Link comes back.

That’s right, even as her love for you grows, she doesn’t lose her love for Link. In fact, it makes her blush and squeal at night to think of a life where she can have the both of you.

She’ll do anything for that life she thinks.

Before it can happen though, you have to meet Link.

Fortunately for her sanity, it doesn’t take long for a portal to dump her dreams into her lap. (She thinks it’s a miracle, but in reality I the mythical portal maker, find the whole scenario adorable and so am definitely rooting for this)

MEETING TIME

All things considered it does take a while for you to meet the husband of your employer.

When you do though, it isn’t exactly what you expected. There is no man in a business suit coming over to shake your hand, though considering the way you met Malon you weren’t exactly sure what you thought.

Especially by the time you did meet him, Malon had told you enough embarrassing stories to shatter the original perceptions of the Hero of Time.

So when you hear Malon yell, you grab a sword from nearby and go rushing out.

Only to find her wrapped up in the arms of an armoured man, with several other heavily armed strangers hanging around.

You aren’t stupid however, and Malon has told you where her husband has been while you’ve worked for her. So you approach with minimal caution, but do keep your hand on the sword.

Malon spots you and pulls you over to meet Time in front of all the boys.

Your greeting is a little awkward, especially as it is very obvious that he is sizing you up.

Eventually, after all the introductions are done, you eventually head inside the house to offer everyone refreshments, while Malon drags Time away to have a bit more of a private chat.

When Malon comes back in, you discuss sleeping arrangements before the boys all offer to help with you and Malon’s chores.

Sky and Hyrule come to help you with the vegetable patch. Or at least they try, before getting shooed away by Time, so he can have a chat with you.

It’s nerve wracking, particuarly as this man is still fully decked out in armour and definitely does not have his wife’s comforting demeanour. But you quickly realise he just wants to know about Malon. You gladly tell him about her, how she misses him and how she’s been doing.

He thanks you for your help and for taking such good care of her whilst he’s away.

He seems sad at this, so you decide to ask him how he is. And though he’s surprised, he does open up to you slightly, and the two of you chat well into the afternoon.

Malon comes out of the house, and invites you back inside for dinner.

He bids you goodbye, before heading to the barn to inform the rest of the boys.

Malon does not miss the faint blush on your cheeks as you say hi to her before heading inside to clean the mud off of yourself. You do miss her smile, at the sight of you interacting with her husband.

She honestly thinks there could not have been a more perfect sight than the two of you interacting.

Dinner with the boys goes wonderfully, though she does take extra care to ensure you and Time are seated close together.

It’s perhaps not the most sane thing to do, especially since this is the first time she’s seeing her husband in months, but she thinks it’s absolutely worth it.

She’s rewarded for her meddling by the sight of you wiping crumbs off of Time’s cheek, and his face igniting with the perfect combination of pink and red blush as well as his stammering out a thank you.

After this little interaction, he looks over at her, seeming worried before catching sight of her beam and relaxing.

She knows she’s got to chat with him about this, before he falls for you the way that she did.

It’s what she wants him to do, but knowing her husband, he’s going to have major anxiety about it, unless she nips it in the bud. It can wait a little though, and she spends the next day forcing the two of you together, rejoicing in both of your blushes.

After everyone’s gone to bed, she pulls Time onto the sofa to talk with him. The two of them have a long chat, before she eventually admits that she wants his permission to date you.

He’s shocked but agrees, before she launches into the actual bombshell.

“And you know, sweetie, if you want to date them too, I wouldn’t be opposed to a threeway marriage.”

He goes completely red, and several minutes tick by before he’s able to form coherent thought again and even longer before he’s able to make a tangible sound with his mouth again.

Malon understands though, and places a hand over his before telling him that there’s no rush, that he may take as long as he needs.

He’s definitely not opposed to it, that’s for certain.

But he decides to get to know you first.

GETTING TOGETHER

Obviously it’s Malon who approaches you first.

She knows about the arrangement with her husband, but you remain blissfully unaware.

Due to her excitement, she kinda also forgets to tell you, meaning that when she does eventually approach you with her romantic words, you stammer out an apology and flee.

It makes for quite the miserable few days, as she takes it as rejection and you struggle with the concept that a married woman has basically asked you to have an affair with her. (or so you think)

Fortunately you’re a decent person, so after a few days in agony, you make the ultimate decision to write Time.

Did I forget to mention that you and he have become pen pals over the past few weeks since he left?

Well you have, exchanging thoughts about the ranch and your vegetable patch, and his adventures. He’s surprisingly really easy to write to, always really prompt and while not the most forthcoming with information, the exchange never fails to make either of you smile.

You write about Malon in it’s own letter, sending it off and going back to the now silent house.

It takes several more days of glances and pining before Time’s reply arrives.

It’s quite the tense moment as you take the letter and rush into the vegetable patch with it.

Turns out Time quickly figured out that Malon forgot to tell you about his acceptance and even eagerness towards the situation, so he doesn’t hesitate to assuage your fears. (He does of course leave out her hopes that you and he will eventually have the same relationship)

After reading the letter, you rush into the barn to find Malon. She sees you standing in a state of mild distress, as you try to find the words for her, and immediately throws her pitchfork aside, frantically running over to you.

You say nothing as she calls out, but after a few moments place your arms around her and capture her lips in a kiss.

She absolutely melts into it, wrapping her arms around your waist and neck.

When the two of you part, you collapse into her, apologising over and over, before she eventually guides you outside to the bench, where she takes great pains to dry your tears.

When you manage to regain your breath enough, you only produce the letter from Time and hand it to her. She’s only reading for a few minutes before her face falls, and she smacks a hand against her forehead before you begin giggling. You can’t feel too bad though, as she quickly joins your laughter.

It’s not the cleanest start to a relationship ever, but the two of you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Fortunately for both of your hearts, the rest of the relationship proceeds to fall into place rather smoothly.

Not much changes in all honesty, except of course for the fact that the two of you find ways to incorporate te casual touches into your working day.

Oh and you stop receiving wages, as she now adds you to be one of the business owners.

The few other times that Time and the boys come back, you expect that she’ll stop with the touches, but instead she seems to almost ramp them up in front of Time. You have to admit that you’re slightly baffled, but when you ask, she just laughs and changes the subject, or kisses you until you don’t ask silly questions.

And it definitely becomes a silly question.

You see, the pen pal situation hasn’t stopped since you and Malon started dating. In fact, it wouldn’t be far fetched to claim that it had increased.

Time’s confession does of course come eventually, but you’re expecting it. You watch as he stammers through his self deprecation before “And I’d really appreciate it, if you’d consider dating me as well… if you’re open of course.”

He can hardly look you in the eye during the whole thing.

You don’t respond, instead reaching up and pulling him down to your level to kiss him.

It’s perfect, and the next day the three of you make the trip into the local town to ask the carpenter to make a bigger bed.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

Feel free to hit the ask button if you’ve got a burning idea and want me to write for you :)

As a final word, I want to thank @luimagines for inspiring me to write in this form. I love your work!

[yandereunsolved]

not request!

imagine how unfortunate Time and Malón would feel with a darling who doesn't like three-way relationships

Oh, that would be an incredibly precarious situation that they would have to work through.

Yandere Time and Malon can't change their darling's attraction to either one of them ― but they can make darling more comfortable just in their presence.

It is them slowly integrating darling into their life. Step by step. When darling shows hesitance they back off and reaffirm that 'they are just being friendly'.

They are all sweet smiles and soft ('platonic') touches, while internally writhing in pain.

Time has to take his frustration out somehow. His past traumas bubbling up to the surface. So he turns to torturing people as a hobby to blow off steam. :) No, no. Relax. He only tortures some of the people near an dear to you.

Malon, forever the healthier one in the relationship, tries new hobbies to grapple with the all-consuming infatuation that both her and her husband have for you. She bakes a lot more... which turns into her stumbling upon poisonous plants... and then from there she has a totally normal fascination with them. She just cooks up some stuff for the neighbors! (who you have been spending too much time with) Oh, no. They have fallen ill? Well, Malon and Time are healthy. You don't know if it is contagious, so come spend time with them!

If worse comes to worse they are always able to find a spell to make you change your mind ― but that is only when they are left with no more options.

[jayparked]

texts with boyfriend sim jaeyun

pairing: jake x female reader genre: comedy, smut-ish, fluff au: established relationship rating: 18+ mdni warnings: veerrryyyyy suggestive, dirty talk, impreg kink, talking about birthday sex and not using condoms, strong language, jake is a loser but a very silly goofy lovely loser, pet names, he's very sappy and down bad for y/n a/n: happy birthday to best boy jake! he's the reason i even got pulled into the fandom and the why im stanning enhypen now. even though i've been listening to their music since debut, i always found myself making fun of jake lightheartedly without even knowing who he was. from the post malone song "this is not it" live to the border carnival holo pc, i hope i can always be here to joke lovingly at this silly boy who holds such a special place in my heart. thank you for being my bias for two whole days, im sorry jay came and swooped me up like that. but you'll always be my favorite bias wrecker 🫶 thank you for showing up on my fyp so many times and influencing me to buy tickets two days before the concert in seattle. seeing you live changed my life in more ways than i can begin to explain. so thank you jake for being the person you are. i hope this year is filled with a lot of smiles and happy memories for you. happy birthday jake 💛

a/n: ♡ pls like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed! ♡ masterlist all rights reserved jayparked 11/15/24 do not copy, repost, or translate

[trippygalaxy]

Three Galactic Lovers

This list is specifically for Malon x Reader x Time fics recommendations! I find that there isn’t much BUT there is a demand for this content, so I decided to put all the fics/headcanons I could find here! If I miss some, let me know so I can add onto this list!

How To Fall In Love Twice by @legendofmorons (Muilt-part series, on-going, Fic format)

POLY MALON/TIME/READER by @nutmeginlinkeduniverse (One shot, Headcanon format)

Yandere Malon/Time + Reader by @chainbakery (Oneshot, Headcanon format) WARINING: YANDERE BEHAVIOUR!!! 

Home by @dreaming-of-lu (Oneshot, Fic format)

Domestic Headcanons by @chainbakery (Oneshot, Headcanon format)

@shady-shank here ya go <3

[leclarifies]

i love you. it's ruining my life. (MV33)

✰ max verstappen x popstar!ex!reader ✰

summary: you and max have been broken up for four years now, going no contact for the entirety of those years. never bothering to contact eachother but he invites you to one of his races one day after the last show of your tour, who were you to say no?

genre: angst (im sorry)

wc: 3k

a/n: AHHH, THIS WAS WAS A DOOZY!!!!! i loved writing this (i mostly just like hurting myself more than anything). kind of dark themes tho, ooc max bc he vvv loving and would never cheat on his lover. thank you so much for 100 followers btw!!!!!! i wrote this as a 100 follower special :3 thank you so much for my supporting my short journey as a tumblr writer, you guys inspire me to write even more for you guys. can you imagine that's it's been a week of writing and i've already gained 100 followers?? i love you guys so much.

warnings: mentions of existing relationship with kelly, cheating

"thought of calling ya, but you won't pick up. another fortnight lost in america." - taylor swift, 'fortnight'

isn't it ironic that careers can really separate you from what truly made you, you? being a popstar, touring for months on end, surrounding yourself with new people, new opportunities, made it hard for you to reconnect with the people that helped you from day one.

it wasn't like you cut them off, or stopped talking to them. you tried. you really tried, but sometimes life goes on and people forgive and forget. your old life before you started your career was slowly being etched away and replaced with new pieces.

and maybe that was a bad thing.

"on stage in 2 minutes," a voice snapped you out of your trance, you looked up. you looked amazing in your sparkly dress, it was the last leg of your tour and you were touring in europe.

you had been offered to attend a formula one race this weekend after all of your shows had been concluded, you've been thinking about it, but you're not sure you want to go. one of the people from said past was in attendance and you're not sure if you wanted to immerse yourself in that again.

you didn't think about it for long though, you were due for a show and a show was what you're going to give.

it wasn't long until the weekend, friday to be exact and you had accepted the offer of being on the formula one paddock, you knew that a certain ex-boyfriend was going to be there, racing on the track and you were invited personally by him, which was why you were so skeptical to go.

POPSTAR Y/N BREAKS UP WITH F1 DRIVER MAX VERSTAPPEN.

you remembered the headlines, you remembered what you let go of but seeing someone you still loved after your break up almost four years ago stung a little bit.

you couldn't blame him though, you were the one to break things off all those years ago. it wasn't because you had a terrible relationship with him, but it was more because you both didn't have time for eachother and you could see it in his face everytime you came home to monaco after a long show.

"i miss you, when can you finally stay and actually stay awhile?" max's face looked pitiful and you could only look down at your feet, you felt guilty. you wanted this career, he pushed you for this career but sometimes you wished that you could split yourself in two to cater to both his needs and yours.

you look back up at him, locking eyes with his stormy blue eyes, "i don't know maxie, maybe next month? i don't really have a schedule for next month, i can stay in monaco with you for awhile—"

"you said that last month, when are you actually going to be free schatje?"

"max, i can't give you a definite timeline—"

"what's the point of me being in a relationship with you when i can barely see you?"

it hurt to hear those words come out of his mouth.

maybe that's when you finally realized that he deserved someone normal, someone who wasn't a famous singer and could actually spend time and be there for him.

but here you were, amidst the paddock with a singular security guard because you didn't think you needed more than one, considering security around the paddock was tight in of itself.

the red bull's garage had been nice to you, offering you anything you possibly could need while being on a grand prix, you had politely declined any type of special treatment though, wanting to feel like a person for once in your life.

you wouldn't say your job is the hardest in the world, never. doing what you loved while meeting all of your fans was going to be the highlight of your day, but sometimes the job came with crazy fans that would invade your privacy for selfish reasons, and it made you a tiny bit stressed.

you remember starting out from the netherlands, starring in small gigs before getting signed to a mega corporation in america, which was when you moved. you slowly lost contact with your friends, but you were sure they were proud of you although you weren't proud that you lost contact with them.

you knew that if you contacted them that it would be awkward, there was just no way they would even remember you, right?

you were walking about aimlessly around the paddock, it was free practice day which meant that after the allotted time of the free practice, drivers were free to roam around the paddock however they wanted. you were scared on what you had to face today.

you told yourself to just keep calm, take whatever you got this weekend and just react like a sane person.

saturday came and went, you attended the paddock to watch the qualifying session, of course, max came out on top. was it even a surprise to you? you knew he was the best of the best, you never expected less of him, even after all these years.

sunday was here and maybe it was the anxiety, but you felt like throwing up when you saw max approach you.

"y/n, it's good to see you."

god, those eye-smiles. you could never get tired of them.

"hi max, congrats on starting out pole for this weekend," you told him as you shook hands with him, he was all smiles.

it felt good to see him happy.

"how has the paddock been treating you?" max asked, gesturing all around him, "have you tried the food? it's really good."

you nod as you let go of his hand, clasping it with your other hand, a nervous habit, "yeah, the food's good. how have you been? i haven't talked to you in awhile," a nervous laugh bubbled up from your throat, you were nervous to see him, maybe it was those damn butterflies in your stomach that you couldn't get rid of when he looked at you with those blue eyes of his.

"i know, you've been quite busy right?" max laughed at you, he felt silly conversing with his ex-girlfriend like this, like they didn't have a past.

you could only nod and smile back at him, shoulders tense, "yeah, touring's been eventful. it's the last leg of the tour so i decided to come, thank you for the invite by the way, i really appreciate—"

"max, who's this?" a voice came from behind you, quite condescending if you did say so yourself, cutting you off, you turned your head around to see his girlfriend and his girlfriend's child coming into view, walking towards max and wrapping max with her arm as a possessive embrace.

max kissed her cheek, and that hurt. you didn't want to know why, but you knew. he spoke up afterwards, "this is y/n, she's a singer. i wanted her to come because she had a show here, thought the timing was quite convenient for her. y/n, this is my girlfriend, kelly piquet. she's a model."

you extended your hand as a form of hello before introducing yourself, "hello, i'm y/n—"

"yeah, i know who you are," kelly cut you off again, you were quite taken aback by the hostility, your hand left hanging but then again, max was talking to one of his ex-girlfriends. you thought you would react the same way, so you didn't take it too much to heart. her face was something you'd describe as an angry, possessive tiger, brows furrowed, frown on full display.

"i didn't mean to take time away from your boyfriend. i was just having a little chat pre-race," you tried to give her a smile while returning your hand back to your side, but kelly was adamant about standing her ground.

little penelope was looking at you like she had stars in her eyes, you smiled at her. as if it was a sign of whether she should speak up, she starting speaking to you directly, "hi, i really love your songs. do you think you can stay in the red bull garage and we can take pictures together?"

you giggle and bend down to her level and pat her head, "hi little p, of course we can take pictures together— that's if your mother lets me," you acknowledged that this little girl was no ordinary little girl and was your ex-boyfriend's girlfriend's child.

"can we all talk in private please?" kelly excused the three of them away before you could even give her a response but you understood her. standing back up before walking off deeper into the paddock.

MAX'S POV

"i don't understand why you would invite her!" kelly was pacing around the motorhome, here we were fifteen minutes before race start and here my girlfriend was still yelling over something that happened two hours ago.

"kelly, i just thought it was a good idea. i wanted to invite her because i know p was such a big fan of hers—"

"she's your ex for god's sake, max!" kelly yelled out yet again, "why would i ever approve of her coming to one of your races? let alone be near to p??" her pacing was more feverish now, like she was scared.

i could only sigh, honestly i wasn't too worried about this problem at the moment. the only thing on my mind was the race and only the race.

"look, can we talk about this when i've finished with my race? i really need to focus and you keeping me locked up in here isn't going to help with it," i stood up from my seat, i didn't want to hear anything else come out of her mouth other than a 'okay' and letting me walk out of here.

"don't you think our relationship is at stake here—?"

"if you don't let me go out into the garage, then we're nothing kelly," i say with finality, i wasn't going to let her ruin a race, "i told you, we will solve and talk about this issue later, but you chose to lock me up in here. there will be nothing to salvage if you don't let me do my job."

kelly wordlessly stepped out of the way of the door and let me go, thankfully just with enough time where i could run down and get into the garage, getting me in racing gear.

thankfully the red bull mechanics and officials were understanding enough to let me rush and get inside of my car, getting into the chasis just at the right moment where we would need to drive out.

it was going to be a fine race for me. i knew it. i had enough confidence in myself to know whether i could win a race, and this was one of them.

"and that's p1 max, great race," gp was in my ear, i was proud of myself for winning, but kelly was gnawing the back of my mind. although, the first face i saw when i got out of the car was y/n's.

it felt like my heart stopped beating, i thought i got rid of those stupid butterflies ages ago, but nothing ever beat seeing her smile after i finished a race. she looked so beautiful, so ethereal but i washed those thoughts out of my head.

i had a girlfriend.

i can't run up and hug her because she's my ex. i have a loving relationship in front of me. what was i thinking?

kelly was nowhere to be found in the celebratory pit, i thought that maybe she was still too angry to face me at the moment. it stung a little bit, but she'll get over it. i'm sure.

the night moves on fast, and somehow i found myself still in the garage fixing a few things with the sim, most of the mechanics and staff were long gone. with kelly nowhere to be found. sometimes i felt bad, for still harboring feelings for an ex that left me four years ago.

my relationship with her felt so different with kelly's...

she was like fresh air you would breathe after exiting a club in the middle of the night, the smoke that clouded the air dissipating almost instantly after that fresh air hit your lungs. somehow, even four years later i still find her in little things i do everyday.

against my better judgement, i picked up my phone and i gave her a call.

"hello?"

i breathed out a sigh of relief when i realized she hadn't changed her phone number yet.

"it's me," were the words that left my lips, "you wanna come celebrate with me tonight?" i was picking on my jeans, i didn't want her to say no. i just wanted to spend a little time with her.

"what about your girlfriend? isn't she going to be even more upset with you—"

"can we not talk about her right now?" i closed my eyes and leaned back against the chair i was sitting on, hearing her voice again after a long time just... it felt right.

"max..."

"don't... just don't. i know what you're gonna say and i know it's wrong but i just... i can't do this today. i just won today and the first face i saw was yours, she didn't bother to show up. you can't tell me how to feel, y/n," i rubbed my temples, "meet me in the lobby of my hotel tonight. i just wanna see you."

"if i say okay, will this be a one-time thing?" y/n asked, i could hear the soft rustles of her moving things around, she was probably already in her hotel, resting from her tour when i had called.

"better yet, just drop the address of where you're staying. i'll come to you."

the first thing max did when he saw you was crash his lips into yours, you wanted to push him away, be the better person and tell him that he has a girlfriend but your arms couldn't do it.

your lips disconnected after awhile, he was breathing heavy, face flushed, hands all over you, "i've missed you."

you hum a response, you could barely get out a response when you feel his lips on yours again, this was wrong. all the alarms in your body were telling you to push him off, to yell at him, to reprimand him for basically cheating on his girlfriend.

but you didn't.

and maybe that made you a bad person, but at the moment you didn't care. you just wanted to feel him once more.

you woke up the next morning, cuddled up against max, both of you bare and indecent. he hadn't left yet, maybe he didn't want to leave.

the reality of last night crashed down onto you as you realized what you've done.

"max?"

"yes, schatje?"

the little nickname he gave you never went away. he used to call you that all the time but the feelings that came with it was no longer endearment but horror.

"you need to get back to your girlfriend, i don't think i can do this," you unwrap yourself from his grasps and sit up, back facing him, tears filling your eyes.

"woah, woah. schatje—"

"please, max. i feel like shit. you have a girlfriend and i just slept with you. last night was a mistake," you breathed out and hugged your knees close to your chest. you felt his hand on your back.

"y/n, what are you saying—" you cut him off before he could say anything else.

"i can't give you what you want max. we can't be together anymore. our story ended four years ago, please don't make this mistake. you're going to regret it," you quickly got up and away from his close proximity and got dressed.

you didn't know how to face him anymore.

"can we please talk about it at least? you can't lie and say that you don't feel the same way i do," max's voice came from behind you, you were pacing around the room, you were stressed. he was sitting there, shirtless with his pants on now.

"i do max! and that's the worst part because i knew you're in a relationship but i still let this happen. i am a horrible person. i love you and it's slowly ruining my life. i should've known better!" you turn around to face him, your face red, tears streaming down your face.

max could only sigh and raked a hand through his hair, "schatje..."

"we can't be together max, you know it. i can never give you what she gives you. she can be with you almost all the time max, you threw that all away for me? for someone who can't give you time of day?!" you sob into your hands.

you felt arms wrapping around you as you sob into his embrace.

MAX VERSTAPPEN BREAKS UP WITH GIRLFRIEND KELLY PIQUET ONLY AFTER A FEW MONTHS OF BEING TOGETHER.

you scroll past that headline as you got ready for your appearance to promote your new album, it came out two days ago and you were to debut the new songs on jimmy kimmel.

the tortured poets department.

you hadn't talked to max ever since that night, ever since he tenderly kissed your forehead and told you it was going to be okay and that he would figure it out. he had been blowing up your phone, asking to meet but you didn't have it in your heart to meet him after destroying his relationship like that.

that was two months ago.

you were due on stage in around an hour and that's where you would sing your heart out, leaving whatever pieces of your old self behind when you slept with max for the final time.

"i love you, it's ruining my life. i touched you for only a fortnight."

hello! thank u for reading this fic hehe, hope u guys enjoyed it. thank you again for 100 followers!!!!

[oweninadaydream]

𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞) || 𝐀.𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary : Can anybody blame a young lady for indulging in her deepest desires despite suspecting that the end is imminent?

song inspo: Fortnight by Taylor Swift (ft. Post Malone)

pairing : Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

word count : 1564 words

contains : rake!Anthony, unrequited? love, mentions of alcohol and I think that's it!

a/n : I am not the owner of the gif or the dividers ( I don't possess such talents jakjhakjshda). This will have a second part (already working on it). The next chapter of the Feel the rush series will be posted after my exams, sorry :((( Anyway, enjoy !!!

The maid finished working on (Y/N)’s makeup and she turned to look at the final product in the mirror. Her  hair was perfectly held at the back of her neck with a chignon. Her grandmother’s diadem added that sophisticated touch the young woman craved. After taking in the breathtaking shade of her dress in the mirror, she started twirling and giggling around her chamber in a fairy manner. Someone could wonder, what on earth was going on inside the girl’s head? The answer was easy, yet so complicated. Lady (Y/L/N) was simply smitten with someone she knew very well, a lifelong friend that seemed interested in her as well. The problem? That man was no other than Viscount Anthony Bridgerton, the most infamous rake of the Ton. 

“Your carriage is ready, miss (Y/L/N)” the butler informed the young lady.

At almost the same time, another voice echoed around the house.

“(Y/N) dear, we must go now. Lady Danbury will not let me hear the end of it if we show up late yet again. I’d also like to chat a bit with Violet, I haven’t seen her since the Featherington ball.” her mother urged her from the hall.

“I’m ready, mother” she answered loud enough for the woman to hear.

On her way to the barouch that would transport them, she realized that the burgundy dahlias that had been planted at the beginning of the summer were finally blooming with the arrival of autumn, contributing to the embellishment of the front garden. She stared at them for a second; her mind was searching for something in them but she couldn’t explain what exactly. She shook her head and she got inside the carriage.

Pacing around the ethereal gardens of Aubrey Hall, her mind couldn’t help the quick escapades to the first time they kissed. Sitting under the blossoming tree, Anthony and her were watching the sunset taking with itself the traces of winter, welcoming the first of many spring nights. The two of them were abnormally quiet, as if the sight of the moon had bewitched them both. (Y/N)'s spine could still feel violent shivers traveling down her spine when recalling the way the Viscount had lightly brushed his nose against hers before capturing her lips into a slow deep kiss. His chapped and demanding mouth stole a couple more pecks before laughing airly, rising from their hidden spot and offering his hand to help her on her feet. 

That glorious evening marked the beginning of … Well, she couldn’t quite state what it was. The rest of the summer was filled with fleeting glances, embraces away from prying eyes and laughing, lots of laughing. (Y/N) had never been happier; after all, the Viscount was by her side every other night. Still, a series of dark thoughts anxiously floated around her head whenever he walked away to attend the gentlemen’s club, or whenever he tried to avoid her gaze after implying anything that had to do with love or compromise outside his mattress.  Shaking her head and changing the subject usually did the trick, but for the last few days, Anthony had been acting ever so strange. 

(Y/N) was absent in deep thoughts when she felt a familiar touch on her back. 

“Anthony” It was not a  question, but the most confident of statements.

“How did you know it was me so surely?” he said while flashing her with one of his infamous smiles.

She raised her head so her eyes stared at him directly. “I could recognize you by smell, by the prints you leave when you step on the ground on a rainy day or simply by tracing your features with only one finger, eyes completely closed. You are no mystery to me” her answer was sweet and sincere, with a touch of flirting attitude.

He went quiet, very quiet. Every bit of the playful attitude  he had shown earlier had disappeared, now replaced by a hard expression. “You ignore plenty of things about me, so stop acting like my-”

“What has come over you? Your usually particular temperament has worsened these past two weeks. I do not appreciate that you talk to me in such a way” she abruptly interrupted in hopes of obtaining any kind of answer that would help her understand.

“I cannot bear with this any longer. I just feel like we have gone astray from the path we had established for us. I wish for us to be on the same page, and that implies remembering the casual nature of our… deal. Please tell me you understand” his pleading eyes accompanied the request perfectly.

“Forgive me, Anthony but I can’t wrap my head around what you are saying. I thought we were evolving, like our relationship. I know you are not the most kin on marrying or doing this as everyone else does, but after all we’ve been through, don’t you dare tell me that I have been delusionally imagining all these romantic gestures and moments”

“Mademoiselle Parisot is upstairs waiting for me. I would love to continue to discuss this in another time, unless there’s anything that must be told in this exact moment” Was his voice meant to sound confident? (Y/N) could almost feel some sorrow slipping through the cracks of his quick confession. 

The astounded expression on (Y/N)’s face showed that she did in fact not comprehend any of what Anthony was rambling about. A quick sight that denoted shock and upset preceded the lady’s monologue.

“I love you, Anthony, and it’s ruining my life. I can’t keep sighing like a damsel trapped in the highest tower, as I yearn for a future that my eyes will not behold. I can’t keep masquerading my true desires, in hopes that you will choose to stay. I will not continue to morph into whatever kind of woman you fantasize about at the moment, making all those efforts for a man who could never spare a glance at me in such a way, and losing myself in the process. I always thought my worst misery would originate in a forced, loveless marriage with some old earl at best , that would little by little drain every spark of joy within me. But oh, what fool I have been. This senseless affair we have going on has come to distress me more than the worst of husbands ever could. So, go on, run straight into her arms. I do not care, not one bit, my lord. You have shattered my heart a million times throughout the years, I cannot feel it tearing apart anymore.”

His stupidly handsome face showed an evident feeling of distraughtness ; she had never raised her voice like that, nor had she ever used similar words around (or against) him. He quickly shook  his head to wash away the initial shock, substituting it with his typical stoic mask.

“I have never intended to inflict any kind of pain upon yourself, my lady. But, as my dearest friend, you should have known what you were getting yourself into, (y/n).”

His casual condescending  tone made her sick to the stomach and the loudest of silences entered the scene. After a minute or two, a gentle breeze interrupted (y/n)’s pondering. She then raised her head up in a defying manner. After making sure her voice wouldn't give up on her (even though her lower lip was trembling), she decided to voice her thoughts. 

“That's the thing that bothers me so much about infatuation. It makes humans stupid, it makes them believe it can fix anything, even lost causes such as yourself, Viscount Bridgerton. I do not desire to disturb my lord any longer, so excuse me.” And just like that, she was heading back inside the ballroom.

The sound of her heels furiously hitting the floor with every step matched perfectly with the accelerated heartbeat of the man left stranded in the gardens. Without much thought he decided to return to the chambers where his seemingly perfect mistress awaited for him.

Not very far from the action, a slightly inebriated Benedict was laughing obnoxiously loud with Eloise and Colin. The sight of  (Y/N) crossing the doors so rapidly while trying to contain her sobs and tears made the three Bridgerton siblings turn their heads to follow their friend’s trajectory. 

“Should we-” Benedict was eager to console (Y/N) despite his clouded reasoning.

“I would say that she needs a moment to collect herself, Benedict. Our presence could do more harm to her already poor state.” Colin spoke.

“I will try to approach her later. I wonder what has happened… Wasn’t she talking with Anthony?” Eloise recalled perfectly how Anthony had started to converse with Miss (Y/N) earlier that night, right in front of the thriving gardenias. Everything seemed perfectly normal when she was passing by, but it was obvious that something had happened after she had gone back inside.

Eloise moved rapidly to peek around the corner, followed by the two males whose curiosity was unbearable as well. On the other side of the garden, an obviously tense Anthony was making his way to his chamber with a light emanating from the inside of the room.

Without a second thought, Benedict voiced what the three of them were thinking in that moment.

“I think that is exactly the problem, my dear sister…”

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