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ofmvoonlight​:

Due to everything that had just taken place, Zelda was a little dizzy. And that was understandable. So many different faces, smells and voices. It would overwhelm just about anyone. Especially when you are not prepared. Meeting fans was something she loved but she would much rather have a meet up planned than to be rushed and cornered like this. Their heart was beating fast in their chest but the more they let the stranger guide them away from the crowd, the more safe she started to feel. 

Blinking a couple of times, Zelda looked at him and then cleared her throat. “I am not so sure. I feel a little lightheaded” they admitted and then cleared their throat. “Ah that? Those were my fans. I work as a model”

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There was something strangely familiar, being in their presence. It wasn't that Samwise thought knew her specifically, but looking at her gave that strange sort of tug in his chest— the one which always came about when a blurred memory of someone was dancing at the edge of his mind and wouldn't come into focus. They reminded him of someone he had forgotten. What an odd feeling.

This only caused the concern he had to grow. You could say what you would about Sam, but his heart was much bigger than most. 

“Ah, well you’ll have to forgive me. I don't really keep up with that sort— sorry, that's not important. You’re light headed? Do you need to sit down, or the café’s just up the street, we could get you some water or somethin’.”

mushroomtheif​:

CLOSED STARTER WITH SAM

@bombadills

Frodo learned many things from his journey, about himself and about the world that surrounded him. One thing that he learned was that too often was the simple act of coming home after work was grossly under appreciated. There is not much else that is as satisfying as trudging through the door after a long day, leaving all the stress of the day on the mat outside the front door.

Frodo smiled, his thoughts continue if to go as he made his way through the front door to his new home. Though he felt home was a relative term here, since he was unsure if this place could ever be home, but he had sam with him, and the house was comfortable, so he felt that it would seem quite ‘sackville baggins - ish’ of him.

When he was inside he paused before calling out, “Sam, are you home yet?”

He truly hoped Sam was home, Frodo still found himself uneasy to be left alone for extended periods. He knew he could use one of those infernal devices to reach him at work, a phone he believed they were called, but he really did not wish to mess with them. Seeing no other course of action he called out once more, “Sam, are you home?”

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It was no shameful thing to celebrate a simple life; a lesson Sam had learned long, long ago. The small comforts remained his very favorite things. He had no use for extravagance. He was far more happy with a quiet night with good food and good company than he was with anything else. He could never hope to replicate the comforts of the Shire. Not here. Nevertheless, he did his best to make his new home as comfortable as it could be. A place of respite from the strange lands he found himself in.

He was overjoyed when Frodo had come to town. He made the world feel so much less lonely, so much brighter. Coming home to him… well, it made him feel like everything would be okay.

Having heard the front door shut, Sam stood from his place in the tiny back garden, dusting off his hands as he headed inside through the back door. A little smile spread across his face when he heard his partner.

“Right here, Frodo. Right here,” he said as he entered the front room. “Your day go alright? I know it was a longer one than usual.”

wickedpotions​:

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MERLIN  WASN’T  SCARED  OF  THE  MARI  LWYD.    he’d  been  around  since  the  story  of  the  creature  first  started  popping  up  and  while  some  people  had  bad  interactions  with  the  creature  it  was  far  from  the  most  dangerous  thing  he’d  met.    He’d  met  a  questing  beast  before!    And  saved  a  unicorn!    Which  was  why  he  didn’t  avoid  his  usual  walks  around  the  forest,  nurturing  plants  and  animals  through  the  winter.    The  little  squirrel  he’d  saved  once  from  being  snatched  by  a  hawk  was  burrowed  with  their  little  squirrel  family,  content  and  warm.    The  tree  he’d  healed  from  a  bad  burn  was  thriving.    And  currently  he  was  checking  in  on  the  holly  bushes  he’d  helped  bring  to  the  flourishing  life  they  were  in.

HE  WAS  ALSO  TAKING  A  FEW  LEAVES  AND  BERRIES  (with  permission  of  course)  when  he  felt  someone  walking  up  on  him.    Well,  the  forest  felt  it.    He  turned  towards  the  man,  offering  a  smile.    ❝ I  see  I’m  not  the  only  one  not  worried  about  the  Grey  Mare. ❞

⊱⋅•⋅ @bombadills​

Sam Gamgee was a man of routine, and no whispers, rumors, or tales were about to throw it off. He had been through... far too much to let small things like that spook him. He would believe such things when he found any evidence of it, or heard any first hand accounts. But, for now, he would continue his walks in the forest. These woods reminded him a little of the Old Forest (except there were no malicious sentient trees here... he hoped so, anyway).

When he came across another figure in the forest, he almost left well enough alone, but then the person spoke, and Sam was drawn in. He flashed a smile back. “Takes a lot to frighten me these days, mister... Merlin, isn't it? What brings you this deep in the forest?”

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velvetcoatsandbrillianthopes​:

They knew they were failing at keeping themselves entirely in check. River had made that difficult for a very long time. They could see things flickering through that devastatingly clever mind, she had always been so very clever, and they forced themself to take a deep breath and still their hearts. 

“What do you do for work?” They couldn’t help the question, wanting to know what River did when she didn’t know them, didn’t travel the universe and time. “I see, I have plenty of all of that. Would you prefer Oriental? Mediterranean? Classic British? A mixture of any and everything that just catches your eye?” 

They watched her step closer and resisted the urge to close that distance. River had been one person they hadn’t wanted space from in many years. A slow smile spread over their face, a little sad at the edges in the way so many of the Doctor’s smiles were when faced with one of their losses. “Hello, River. I’m The Doctor,” they introduced as they accepted her hand.

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There was an odd feeling creeping over her. River didn’t understand it, and she hated things she didn’t understand. She was the type to keep digging at a mystery until she found the explanation she was looking for (at least she thought as much– the amnesia made feelings and reactions a little confusing for her at times).

“Really? Your name is just ‘The Doctor’? It's an interesting one I’ll give you that. It's lovely to make your acquaintance.. I work at the secondary school– year eight history and advanced history,” she returned the smile, though her own was much more cheery.

It was only then River realized that she hadn’t let go of their hand. She dropped it quickly, flustered, and that creeping feeling found itself a home and settled in the pit of her stomach. Oh god. Her students must be rubbing off on her, as she suddenly understood it: she fancied the bloody shopkeep. Trying her best to not come across as a socially awkward freak, River replied with an easy, “I’m definitely the anything and everything sort.”

The way she said it, and the little smirk pulling at her mouth, made it sound much dirtier than simply buying antiquities.

“I like a bit of character in a piece, a bit of story. With my job, it's probably no surprise when I say I like older pieces, but I’m open to whatever you think I would like, Doctor,” she supplied, hopeful they would have a few things that fit the bill.

ofmvoonlight​:

It was a surprise but a good one when she placed her hand in his. It belonged there. The two fit like puzzle pieces. And for once he didn’t fear anything. He didn’t fear the unknown and he did not fear the woman before him because he had looked into those eyes so many times before and heard that voice whenever he longed for relief. She was his safety, his home, his anchor, his life. And if only that barrier could fall to the ground and become nothing more than dust, he would finally be free. 

With all the other people he had went to bed with and tried to date it felt like he was lying not only to them but to himself. Because no one was like the woman from his dreams, the woman before him. The aching in his heart, the yearning in his soul. Nothing could fill it and nothing could replace it. Geralt always tried to find a name but he was met with nothing. Just laughter, moans and crying. 

But then she said her name and something just clicked. Two of the walls fell down and he just looked at her. “You are heaven” was the only thing leaving his parted lips, eyes roaming over that face of her’s. A face he had mapped out within the realm of his mind and his dreams. Why did she feel so familiar? What kind of a relationship did the two of them have? 

She was not just a dream. Not just a wish. She was real, she was here and he couldn’t have been happier even if he tried. So the witcher lifted his hand, his finger tips dancing over his cheek. “Why are you so familiar to me? Why does it feel like we have walked alongside one another before?”

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There was a warmth that radiated from him, as there always had been. Witchers ran hot, which was quite a nicety for Yennefer, who was seemingly always cold. His hand felt just as she remembered, that was for sure. In better circumstances, she would scold him for not cleaning the dirt under his fingernails, he would huff about it, but would yield to her all the same. 

Fuck, and when he spoke, she wanted to kiss him, to press up against him so tightly there was no room left, to the point it would be entirely inappropriate to be in public any longer. She wanted to be entirely inappropriate with him. Yennefer’s eyes went a little glassy. Only Geralt had the ability to do such a thing. “I missed that awkward flirting of yours,” came a low voice. She had shared the sentiment to him more than once before, and she truly meant it. 

His next line of questioning made her stomach turn. How was she supposed to explain any of it? I’m familiar because we’ve been tied together for decades. I’m familiar because I’ve helped you time and time again; as you've mapped every inch of me. I’m familiar because we have a daughter. I’m familiar because we love one another, not perfectly, because we are not perfect, but as best we can. She said none of those things. “Why do you think? Don’t you feel there's a possibility that we have? Do you want to know who I am, Geralt— what I am?”

Placing her spare hand atop his, she looked about ready to break. Any bit of Yennefer-typical confidence had drained from her, no longer looking like the biggest person in the room. She steeled herself, trying to muster it back up. “I am something more.”

sinnersxonly​:

Having any job kept a person on their toes, but owning a business? Sirius could only imagine how much time that would take up. Keeping busy sounded like an understatement. “Bet you don’t get much time to breathe. I’d say you’ve earned a drink for sure. More likely, you earn one every day for doing everything you have to do.”

Nodding, he went to pour the ale, listening to the customer describe his job. The plant shop? Now Sirius was really impressed. He would probably fall asleep if he was in charge of a place full of plants. Though the uncommon plants part sounded interesting. “I’m guessing you like plants, then? Can’t say they’re high on my list, sorry to say. I got good marks in Herbology, but I think I’d end up killing a plant if I really had to take care of one. Though maybe not if it was an…uncommon one.”

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It was with a little laugh that Samwise shook his head ‘no.’ He was constantly busy. There was always something the matter with one thing or another, and it always seemed the moment one thing was taken care of, another cropped its head up to take its place.

“I do like plants, yeah. I wouldn’t be breakin’ my back for the place if I didn't, I suppose. It is a challenging hobby, so I can understand your troubles with it. Certainly takes a lot of patience, which is a gift I’m grateful to have,” Sam took the mug handed to him, glad to have something to do with his hands. He took a sip before continuing on, “It's not hard for me, though. Been doing it my whole life, so it's second nature to me now.”

ofmvoonlight​:

@bombadills​ | Sam

Being home after almost a month felt amazing. It proved once again just how resilient and stubborn Zelda was. The last thing they wanted at the moment was to just lay in a hospital room, staring up at the ceiling bored out of their mind due to the fact that there was nothing she could do in that room. All she could do was lay there and twiddle her thumbs and hope she would get to return home someday soon. And here they were. 

Hearing a knock at the door, the former princess let out a soft hum and made their way to the hallway, opening the door and flashing the familiar face a soft smile. “Samwise” she greeted. 

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The news of what happened to his friend had taken Sam by a major surprise. He hadn’t thought such things could possibly happen here, but there he went thinking again. He thought of Zelda often– if she was feeling better, if she was terribly frightened, how long it would be until she could get back to normal. When she had let him know that she was home and heading in the direction of normality once more, he was overjoyed and assured her that he would be round to visit her as soon as he had the chance.

He made it to her doorstep with a large covered dish of food in hand. It was only polite to bring someone in recovery a bit to help them on their way. When she opened the door, he grinned at her. Seeing her alright and in person took a weight off of his shoulders. “Zelda! Great to see you’re upright and about again.”

endlxssnights​:

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Giving Kotek’s head another pat, Ciri figured the cat would be good for the two. Ciri needed something she could pick up and almost squeeze the life out of and Yennefer… well, her mother needed something to parent when Ciri wasn’t around. A cat seemed perfect for that. A whatever kind of cat Kotek was. One her way to work, she’d overheard some terrifying blonde… creature talk about them and the misuse of their names. Cat-sí, she had called the little chaos gremlins.

Ciri could only hope her hands weren’t shaking as she left Kotek to his own devices, folding herself around her mother’s outstretched arms. She was weak for touch, she always had been.

She couldn’t lie to Yennefer. No, they had agreed to never lie to one another. “I went to work then the gym.” There. Normal. But a small pit of guilt was creeping at her. “I overdid it though, I think I almost caused Jesus or Ben to call the emergency services.”

Ciri’s eyes widened, realizing just how that would sound. “I didn’t pass out!”

Not quite.

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Wrapping her arms tightly around Ciri, Yennefer pressed her nose into her blonde hair and held her for a moment. It didn’t take long for her to feel there was something slightly off with the girl. Despite the little weirdness, Yennefer wasn't expecting something on that scale. 

“Cirilla!” Usually Yennefer refrained from using Ciri’s full name, but the statement came as such a shock it just came out of her. She pulled back a little, holding the girl by her shoulders and immediately began going full mother hen mode as her hands searched over Ciri’s head and face to identify the problem. “What were you doing? What happened? You know I take no issue with your training, but this— you have to take care of yourself first.” 

Suddenly there was a glass of water on the nearest end table which Yennefer quickly picked up and gave Ciri no other option than to at the very least hold it. She was no medical professional, but usually these things stemmed from dehydration. “I should hope you didn’t pass out, gods give me strength.”