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Hey Guys!

So ah...I might’ve done a thing...and written a smut that I’m thinking of posting...who’s interested? ??? and promise you won’t smirk at me if I do? 

Also, it’s just me posting on the blog from now on so if there’s an overload of Link Neal fic...I’m sorry haha

-kaylah :D 

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The Thunderstorm- By Kaylah

Well guys...it’s been a little while I know...

A while ago, @mythicalea​ gave me a request for a Link fic, and I wrote this a while ago, but have been having some..troubles with my writing and being motivated/feeling like people would want to read what I have to say. But I decided it was time to actually post the fic! So here it is. 

The chill of the afternoon air kissed my bare shoulders as I stepped out of the office and onto the street. It was busy, cars and groups of people squandering to get home before the dark clouds in the distance cast their shadow over them.

I looked up and down the street where I worked, trying to decipher which direction would be best for avoiding rain, if it were to fall. I settled upon heading North, as it was the quickest route to my apartment.

As I began to walk, I felt the first of the cool droplets fall, and the rumble of thunder etching closer and closer to me. I had forgotten to pack an umbrella, which wasn't unusual given the weather forecast for the day being set to be sunny.

Rubbing my shoulders with my hands as I walked, I quickened my pace as the rain began to fall quicker, and harder. My hair was dampened, and so was the white sleeveless blouse that I was wearing tucked into my black pencil skirt. I cursed myself for wearing the heels that I chose, as I tried my best not to stumble in front of the many business men and woman walking past.

Passing through the crowds, not one person took a second glance at me, and I felt myself being pushed further and further to the edge of the sidewalk and closer to the road with each step that I took.

Frustrated and cold, I pushed the wet strands of hair that fell around my face away from my eyes, searching for a convenience store that would have umbrellas for purchase, and I found one across the road.

After crossing, and almost breaking my ankle as my heel hit a pothole in the road, I approached the shop eagerly, when I found a sign that made me feel as though someone had taken a shotgun to my foot. Umbrellas $6.95- sold out.

Stamping my feet, and pounding my left fist against my hip, I grumbled to myself and folded my arms. I was soaking wet, my blouse drenched through (luckily I had worn a singlet underneath), it was getting dark and I was alone.

Giving up, and losing all will to battle on, I decided that I’d get a cab for the five minute journey to my apartment. I stood on the edge of the path, and held out my hand, nice and high for the next cab to see me and stop.

I waited for what felt like ten minutes in the relentless storm, and nothing. The thunder was loud, and each time I heard it’s echoing crack I shuddered, made worse by my cold shivers. Impatient, I began to wave my hand, and finally as a lone taxi with the available light came toward me, my heart filled with relief.

Seconds later, as the car approached, it continued past me, splashing me with excess water from the gutter, so that now I was wet from head to toe.

“Thanks alot.” I muttered to myself, flicking my hair to the side, still chilled to the bone from the icy cold water.

Hopeless and alone, I continued to walk slowly up the road. I felt totally defeated, and decided that since I was already so wet, I ought to just walk the rest of the way anyway.

That was when suddenly I felt a car stop beside me. It was a silver people mover, with dark tinted windows that I couldn’t see through. The passenger window slowly crept down, and from inside I heard a voice.

“Excuse me,” came the smooth voice of a man from inside the vehicle. It took me by surprise, and I stopped in my tracks.

“Excuse me...” came the voice again, and this time a figure emerged with it. A man with a dark-chocolate coloured quaff, and the most piercing cerulean eyes I’d ever seen was leaning with one arm on the steering wheel of his car, and the other on the passenger seat, making it easier for me to see him. He smiled, and I noticed how the corner of his mouth crept up. He looked incredibly charming. “...are you alright?”

Unsure of how to respond properly, I stepped one step closer to the vehicle, allowing the stranger to see my face for the first time.

“Actually...no, no I’m not.” I sighed, holding my hands to the side and looking down at my damp, soiled ensemble. “This LA weather...I’m still not used to it...I didn’t come prepared.”

The stranger smiled once more, shaking his head a little, before turning his captivating eyes to mine.

“Need a ride?”

My inner-self screamed no! Walk away, stranger danger! But the desperate, hungry, cold, tired side of myself wanted to get into that van quicker than you can say “jump.”

“Oh, um...it’s fine...honestly…” I stuttered, shaking my head a little as I spoke.

“You sure? You look a little defeated...It would be no trouble.” He seemed genuine, and kind, his smile sweet like honeysuckle on a Summer’s morning. “Where are you headed?”

“North, Paradise Lane?.” I replied.

He patted the passenger seat of the car, and somehow, for some unbelievable reason..it didn’t feel wrong.

I grasped the door handle, and with a quick breath in, I opened it. The first thing I noticed was the scent. The car smelt like pine, the smell filling my nostrils and instantly relaxing me. It was clean, and presentable, as I crouched down and into the seat. The second thing I noticed was how remarkably warm the chair was, and I turned to the stranger with an eyebrow raised, and a questioning expression upon my face.

“I thought the seat warmer might help, you look pretty cold.” He was sheepish, and his cheeks flushed a little, and for the first time since encountering this man, I smiled back.

“I should probably introduce myself, so you don’t think I’m going to kidnap you. I’m Link, Link Neal.” Link Neal extended a hand for me to shake, and after a second of hesitation, I took his soft palm in mine and shook, smiling for the second time.

I fastened my seatbelt, still hesitant, and gave the stranger my name.

There was a moment of silence, and it fell somewhat uncomfortably, I wasn’t sure where to look, so I kept my gaze on my hands in my lap.

“So, Paradise Lane it is.” Link was cheerful for such a dreary afternoon, and I admired his ability to completely relax in front of a total stranger. I suppose it was his car, it would be peculiar if he were the one nervous and perplexed instead of me.

I nodded, flicking my gaze back up to meet his eyes, and for a split second, I felt my stomach lurch, in the same way that it lurches when I hear the first note of the overture of Mary Poppins. It hit me so hard that I let out a small, breathless chuckle.

Link noticed my laugh, and laughed back. A few more minutes of silence passed before I finally plucked up the courage to strike up conversation with my strange, handsome chauffeur.

“So, do you do this all the time?”

“Do what?” He asked innocently, quickly flicking his eyes at me, before turning back to the road.

“Pick up random women off of the side of the road?” I pressed, but in a relaxed, joking manner.

“Only the wet ones…” Link replied, and I quickly shot a glaring look at him, not of disgust or insult but of pure shock at his up-front remark. I noticed him take his hand off of the gearstick, and palm his forehead, clearly regretting his accidental slip of the tongue.

“I meant...the ones trapped from the rain… I’m sorry.” He half laughed, sending that same charming smile my direction, and I couldn’t help but laugh at him. So perhaps he was nervous too.

“I get it.” I reassured him, nodding and looking out the window at the grey skyline of Los Angeles.

“And that’s a lie.” Link’s voice was soft, and pulled my attention back to him. I gave him a questioning expression once more. “I don’t do this often...or ever.” He smiled.

I smiled back at him, a genuine smile this time. I smiled at the generosity, and the pure kindness that clearly manifested in this man.

“Well, thanks.” Link nodded at my thanking him, and continued to concentrate on the road.

I pursed my lips a little, before running my teeth over my top lip slowly. Even though my body had completely relaxed into the warmth of the chair, my mind had begun to race. That was when I nervously began to play with the collar of my blouse and I remembered...it was wet. My white blouse was completely see through. Please, for the love of god, don’t notice. PLEASE. I begged.

“There’s a jacket in the back if you’d like it…” Link spoke again, nodding quickly and gesturing to the back seat with his head. I was confused.

“Why would I-”

“For ah…” he started, looking toward me, and then up and down my slightly exposed torso.

I shuddered again, this time from embarrassment and I felt a surge of heat rush to my face.

“Oh...oh gosh.” I muttered to myself, quickly leaning behind my chair and retrieving what I presumed was his denim jacket from the back, covering my front. “I’m so sorry, this is so embarrassing.”

“Don’t worry...if it counts, it was a very nice blouse, lovely in fact.” He attempted to console my dread, and his sweet nature caused me to laugh nervously. “I much prefer looking at it without the jacket.”

Chuckling slightly, I replied “that’s just because my shirt is now completely see-through.” Then, I quickly covered my mouth, as my eyes grew wide. “I’m sorr-”

“That too.” Interjected Link cheekily, as he peered at me. He bit his tongue and grinned the most mischievous smile I’d seen, and once more I felt the butterflies that had settled in my stomach erupt.

“Well… thank you for being a gentleman then...I guess.” I sighed, leaning back in the chair and allowing it’s warmth to completely envelop me.

The radio was turned down in the car, and I watched as Link leant across and moved the knob slightly to the right, until the number sat on 16, an even number. I turned to face him and he grimaced.

“Even number.” He chuckled.

For most of the ride through the traffic we sat in what was now a comfortable silence, which would seem bizarre to most people. His music was quiet and relaxing, old Merle Haggard songs, Sing Me Back Home, to be exact.

“Hope you don’t mind, I’m a big fan of Merle’s.” Link’s voice broke a little as he spoke, and I shook my head.

“Of course.” I smiled at him softly. It was true, I didn’t mind, I felt like I could sit in his car with the music and the heated seat forever.

Suddenly something drew my attention more than the storm that raged outside the warmth of this cocoon. Link began to tap his fingers gently on the steering wheel, and softly, barely audibly, he began to sing. I don’t think he had any idea that I was watching, nor did he know how the sound of his tender, quiet voice was strumming on my heart strings the same way that a guitarist would strum their instrument.

“Sing me back home with a song I used to hear, make my old memories come alive…” He swayed his head slowly from side to side as the lyrics slipped from his perfect pink lips.

It was then that I realised, I knew the song as well.

Joining him, in harmony with his voice I sang too.

“Take me away and turn back the years, Sing Me Back Home before I die.” My voice was soft and gentle next to his, and when Link realised that I’d joined in, he turned to me, still continuing to sing with a surprised expression upon his face, and a sheepish, tender grin.

“Merle fan too, huh?” Link breathed out with a chuckle, and I blushed.

“My dad, he used to listen to that song… I only remembered it when you started singing. You have a wonderful country voice.”

He became shy for a moment, looking down at the steering wheel, and then back to me, his eyes alight with something other than the LA sunshine that had begun to creep through the dark clouds.

“Flattery gets you nowhere.” Link joked, winking, and I simply replied with a smile.

We were now a street away from mine, and an overwhelming sense of disappointment came over me. Suddenly, I didn’t want to leave the car, I didn’t want to leave the company of this man who single handedly saved me today. I felt I owed him some measure of thanks, something other than the small talk, and the awkward smiles we’d been exchanging.

As he pulled up in front of my apartment block, and pulled on the handbrake, hard, I turned to face him. I unfastened my seatbelt, and for the first time, our eyes met properly. His searched mine, as though looking for something, and I was simply captivated by the oceanic blue of his own.

“Link, thank you so much for what you did today.” My voice came out gentle, but serious. Link simply shrugged, and smiled.

“It was nothing.”

“No, really. In a sea of people who could’ve stopped, you were the one that did.”

This was it. It was now or never. I had two options, ask this relative stranger to come up to my apartment, and get to know him more, or to let him drive away, with chances of ever encountering him again next to none.

My heart beat heavily in my throat, and my palms began to sweat, when my lips parted as I began to speak.

“You should...come up, if you like, I can make you a cup of tea and we can chat a bit?”

Seconds felt like centuries as I awaited his response, and he simply grinned, in fact, he beamed and nodded.

“I’d love that.”

Biting my lip with a broad smile, I opened the car door, slinging my bag over my shoulder and meeting him on the path as he locked the vehicle.

“By the way…” Link placed his hand behind his back, he was holding something behind him, and I tried to turn and peak to see what it was. “This is for you, in case you need it sometime.”

I couldn’t help but blush and chuckle, as he handed me a small, emerald green umbrella. I clasped it in my hand, holding it against my chest.

“You really are somethin’ else.” And he really was.

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Hiya guys, I’ve just posted another little something to our blog if you wanna’ check it out :)

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The best days of my life! - Part 1

Hello my wonderful Rhett girls! Ever wondered what Rhett might have been like in college? Ever wondered what it’d been like if you were there with him and Link in college? Ever wondered what it would be like to DATE Rhett in college? Yeah? Me too :D Here’s my take on that wonderful fantasy. Hope you enjoy it! (More parts to come, stay tuned! :))

- Love, Summer <3

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“Oh gosh” I exclaimed in frustration, dropping acid on my apron. I was in the Chemistry lab, during the third week of college, and was fumbling with my experiment because my lab partner, Link was nowhere to be seen.  This experiment was not something I could do on my own.

Just then I saw Link wobble into the lab, his bag hung on his shoulder, looking flustered.

“I’m sorry…” he said to me. “I’m really sorry. Katie’s car broke down, and Rhett is away, so she called me, and I had to help her.”

“You didn’t HAVE to.” I snapped at him.

“Oh come on, she’s my best friend’s girlfriend. I have to help her out.” he said, taking over the apparatus from me, and beginning to work.

“Like I said, you don’t HAVE to.” I said again.

“I’m not a jerk. She really did need help. And you have no right to be bitter by the way. Rhett asked you out and you rejected him! What was he supposed to do, not date anyone?” he said to me with a smirk.

“I didn’t reject him. I had a boyfriend then!” I said, grumpily.

“Well, you don’t anymore.” he said.

“Yeah well, your girlfriend dumped you!” I said.

“Yeah! That makes both of us losers. But doesn’t mean Rhett can’t date anyone. And Katie’s really nice. You should get to know her.” he said.

“It’s not about her! It’s about you being late. We had a deal, you do the chemistry, I do the calculus. And you can’t be late to lab.” I said.

He laughed and said, “Okay boss.” Like he knew my real point of annoyance WAS actually Katie. We worked for about half an hour before I asked him.

“Hey Link, I was wondering, since we’re both without dates for the dance next week, why don’t we go together as friends?” I said.

“Yeah! And we can make fun of all those disgustingly-in-love couples.” he said.

“Totally!” I said, as we high fived.

A week passed, and it was the night of the dance. I wore a dark blue halter dress, that rested till my knees. I put on my makeup really well. The fact that I didn’t have a romantic date to the dance didn’t mean I couldn’t dress up!

I went out my dorm to the dance hall, and met Link who was wearing a dark blue suit.

“Looking good, Neal!” I said to him.  

“Right back at you! Who knew we would match!?” he said.

“Oh we’re so made for each other.” I said, and we laughed and entered the hall.

As we entered, I saw Rhett and Katie by the bar. Rhett was looking absolutely delicious in his dark grey suit. His hair, styled as always, yet perfectly dishevelled. I couldn’t help but feel completely jealous as I saw his large hand resting on Katie’s tiny waist. She was looking away, and he was looking intently at her face. They weren’t smiling. I kept staring, before Link came up to me with a drink, and pulled me onto the dance floor. “Come on. Don’t sulk.” he said to me, as we started dancing energetically to a very upbeat song. It was incredibly fun.

After about three songs, the DJ switched to a soft romantic slow dancing song. Link looked at me and made a face. “I don’t wanna slow dance with you!” he said.

“Neither do I!” I said.

“Let’s get a drink.” he said, and we moved away from the dance floor. We got our drinks and sat down, looking at couples romantically slow dancing on the floor. My eyes went straight to Rhett and Katie. Rhett was holding her gently, and resting his forehead on the top of her head. She was looking down at their feet, again, neither of them smiling. They were gently swaying to the music, and I could see that Katie’s eyes were a little puffy.

“Don’t torture yourself, girl. Stop staring at them. We’ll find you some other tall guy. There are plenty of us at this school.” said Link, patting me on the head. I smiled at him. “Let’s go for a walk.” he said, standing up.

“Good idea.” I said, as we walked down to the lake through the gardens. We sat down on a tiny hill next to the lake.

“So tell me Link, who have you got your eyes on?” I asked him.

He giggled and looked at me. “You know Miss Jose?”

“Our Chemistry teacher?!” I asked, laughing.

“Yup! Her. Isn’t she SO hot!?” he said.

“Oh my gosh Link, you’re such a freak.” I said, laughing out loud. “THAT is why you love Chemistry so much!”

He was smiling, and said, “Yeah man, I have a thing for hot teachers. I’d wanna get some action on with her.” and then burst out laughing at what he’d just said, and I was laughing too. We were actually quite drunk without realising it.

“What about you?” he asked me. I looked at him and didn’t say anything. “Just Rhett?” he asked me.

“Yeah! I’m sorry but I really like him. And I guess I did from the time I first saw him. But what was I supposed to do, break up with my boyfriend of two years to date a random, albeit extremely attractive, guy I’d known for three days!?”

“Yeah, I know. It’s a messed up situation. Why do you like him so much though?” he asked me.

“Well, he’s funny and intelligent and thoughtful and wonderful. And don’t even get me started on how sexy he is.” I said.

Link held up his hands and said, “Oh, I won’t. That’s enough.” he laughed. “I know he still likes you though.”

“Shut up.” I said, as I lay my head on his shoulder, and we looked into the dark lake.

Just then we heard a voice behind us, saying “Hey.” I knew that voice. Link and I both turned around and saw Rhett standing there, without his suit jacket, and his tie loose around his neck, over his white shirt, and his hair beautifully messy. He looked good enough to eat.

“Can you give us a minute?” he said.

“Oh. Oh, sure! I’ll just go back to my dorm, it’s late.” I said.

“No, I was talking to Link.” he said, with his eyes fixated on me.

Link chuckled, and stood up. He turned to me and said, “I had a great time with you girl.”, gave me a hug, and whispered in my ear, “Good luck.” before nodding to Rhett and walking away.

Rhett and I were left standing in the chilly night, all alone.

“May I?” he said, pointing to the spot next to me, as I sat back down on the grass.

“Ofcourse!” I said, looking up at him. He had now taken the place where Link was sitting earlier. We were both facing the steely lake. The gentle breeze was caressing us both in the quiet night. He looked even more beautiful in the moonlight. I couldn’t look away. He looked a little tense though.

“Is everything okay?” I asked him softly.

“Katie and I broke up.” he said, looking deep into my eyes. It hit me like a bullet. Something happened in my tummy which had got nothing to do with the chilly night. Was I actually excited on hearing this? NO! I was a good person!

“Oh! Why?” I asked, softly.

“Because I didn’t think it was fair for me to keep dating her when I had feelings for someone else.” he said, quietly, now piercing his eyes into me, his shoulder touching mine, and our legs slightly grazing each other’s.

Neither of us spoke for the next thirty seconds. We just stared into each other’s eyes, before I said, “Rhett, umm… I’ve been really wrong about this in the past, so you’re just gonna have to spell it out for me, okay? Umm… are you… um… are you talking about…” I couldn’t finish my question before he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. I was completely taken aback and I felt that jolt of excitement in my stomach that I’d been longing for ever since I had first seen Rhett. He broke off the kiss, and looked into my eyes and smiled. I smiled back at him, and this time I pushed myself onto his lips. We kissed more passionately now, as I felt his hands on my waist. He pulled me to his lap and his soft lips were everything I needed tonight. I ran my fingers through his hair, as he pulled away and looked at me.

“At the risk of being rejected by the same girl twice, I ask again. Will you be my girlfriend?” he whispered.

I sighed, and smiled. “Absolutely, one hundred percent, without a doubt, crazy positive YES.”

I laughed, and kissed him again. We spent the rest of the night out by the lake, talking and kissing, and giggling and just being idiots in love.

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What-what, two fics in a row? You like cake? You like tea? You like Link? You gonna’ (hopefully) like the newest fic!

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Visitor at the Cafe (pt 1)- Link/Reader Fic by Kaylah

You work as a cake decorator in a small, quaint cake shop in your country home town. One day, a handsome dark-haired fellow comes in, and catches your attention. 

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Each day was the same in Lola’s Cafe. It was located in a small town, in the countryside. Nothing interesting ever happened here, and I suppose nothing ever would.

I’d worked in this bakery for over six years now with Lola, it’d become my home, my happy place, the smell of cake and sugar more and more enticing as time went on.

Holding a vanilla cupcake in my hand, I began to pipe the thick, voluptuous lavender icing on top of it, when I heard the tiny bell atop of our cafe door ring.

Peering up from the counter, still quickly icing the cupcake in my hand, I saw a man enter the cafe.

He was tall, much taller than I, and his hair was jet black. It stood out against the violet surroundings of the walls. He wore an olive green khaki jacket, grey t-shirt and blue skinny jeans. On his slender nose sat a pair of ombre glasses, and he appeared quite youthful and yet effortlessly mature. He looked around the small interior of the quaint cafe, before choosing a vacant seat by the window and sitting down, alone.

Sighing slightly, I started to work my way through the next batch of Vanilla cupcakes, quickly icing each one of them to sweet perfection. Just as I’d picked up the last one, I heard someone clear their throat at the counter.

I jumped, fumbling, and almost dropping the cupcake to the floor. Looking up, I noticed it was the effortlessly-handsome man from the window seat. He stood in front of the glass cabinet counter, grinning.

“Hi there!” He greeted me cheerfully, and I noticed his smile straight away. The way his lips curled at the side, and the way his kitten-like teeth peered through only added to his youthfulness. “Did I scare you?”

“Only a little.” I muttered, carefully placing the baked-treat onto the counter, and brushing the flour off of my spotted apron.

“That’s a great apron you’ve got there.” The man complimented, nodding his head slightly.

Perplexed, I looked down and back to him, before smiling and thanking him.

“What can I get you sir?” I asked him, taking out a small notepad from the back pocket of my jeans, and wiping the stray hair that tickled my forehead to the side.

“I’ll take that delicious lookin’ chocolate, flourless concoction in the cabinet there and….what tea would you recommend?” The gentleman smiled, waving his slender fingers over the glass counter as I removed what was a flourless chocolate lava cupcake from the cabinet.

“Peppermint tea would be good paired with this, it’ll settle the stomach after the sugar-overload kicks in.” I laughed and he nodded, so I jotted it down onto my notepad. “I’ll have it out to you in a minute.”

He proceeded back to the table next to the window, and contently looked out at the few people passing by.

I filled the small tea-pot with steaming hot water, and carried over to the man, who was peering down at a thick pile of paper in front of him. He looked up and smiled, thanking me for the refreshments. I nodded kindly, before retreating once more to the counter, where a fresh batch of orange and poppyseed muffins awaited me.

Customers came and went in a slow morning fashion, but he simply sat there, reading the papers he held in one hand.

I watched him, as he meticulously unwrapped his cupcake, and in an almost methodical way, he carefully ate it, not spilling one single crumb. It puzzled me, yet enticed me. I couldn’t help but find myself stealing short, sheepish glances at him.

Eyes on the muffins, (y/n), I heard Lola from the kitchen, and I could feel my cheeks redden slightly.

Just as I had begun to fill the trays on the counter with the orange-flavoured baked goods, I noticed that the charcoal-haired man had started to talk to himself. Not just talk, but he emphatically whispering to himself, his facial expressions changing quickly, punctuated by his dark eyebrows.

Scanning the store quickly with my eyes, there were no other customers to be seen, and I decided to tentatively walk back over to him, concern and worry growing inside me like a slow burning flame.

“Ah, excuse me,” I cautioned, standing beside the table.

Instantly, he turned to face me, and grinned the same kitten-like grin from before, the golden light from the chandelier that hung in the middle of the store reflecting in the oceanic blueness of his eyes.

“Is everything alright….?” I paused, trailing off slightly, realising that I didn’t actually know the name of this new customer.

“Link,” he sighed, placing the papers titled Buddy System on the table. “And no, not really.”

He took his glasses from his nose, and rubbed them with a handkerchief that he pulled from his jacket pocket.

“It’s this.” Link pointed sharply with his left pointer and middle fingers toward the pile in front of him, his brow furrowed in frustration.

“And, what might that be?” I asked him, placing both of my hands in the pouch of my apron, and leaning slightly on my hip.

“It’s nothing really, it’s just a script for something I’m working on with a buddy of mine.” He said softly, waving his hand over the document dismissively, before taking a sip from his tea.

“Script?” I was intrigued. “Script for what?”

He paused, patting his lips together, before licking the excess liquid that coated them off, and setting the china cup down onto the table.

“Well, we’re kind of filming a...series kind of thing.” He explained slowly, with his hands clasped together in front of him.

“We’re filming some scenes for it here, and I thought I’d take some time out to learn my lines, but they just won’t stick.” Link groaned, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms in frustration.

Filming a series, here? The concept was entirely unheard of. Who would ever want to film anything in this small town?

Instantly I felt a surge of excitement rush through me, and with butterflies in the pit of my stomach, I offered him my help. His eyes lit like fire, and an eager smile crept across his face as he nodded.

“You would do that? What about lovely Lola back there?” He teased playfully, nodding his head in the direction of the kitchen, and his charcoal hair swayed with the movement.  

“She won’t mind so much. The store’s quiet, I’m ahead of my baking schedule. I can sit for ten minutes if you like?” I agreed kindly, removing my flour-coated apron and taking the seat across from him at the table.

After the ten minutes that I spent with Link, I realised how charming he truly was. On occasion he would run his long fingers through the thick, dark quaff atop of his head in thoughtfulness as he read, and each time my stomach would flip, bringing an inescapable grin to my lips.

As the clock ticked over to 11am, and I had proceeded back to my post as cake decorator and baker, Link approached the countertop once more.

“Thanks again for your help.” He smiled, placing a ten dollar bill onto the counter. “It was lovely meeting you, (y/n).”

I felt my breath hitch slightly at his mention of my name, his accent as smooth as butter, and my cheeks burned red.

“How-how did you know my-?”

“I heard Lola before.” Link chuckled, casually placing his left hand into his jeans pocket.

I nodded at my silliness.

“Anyway, thanks for the cake and tea.” He smiled, tipping his head slightly as though he were a gentleman wearing a hat, before waving and exiting the store.

Smirking to myself, and watching as the indigo blue door swung closed, I picked up the cash that he’d left, when I realised that something lay underneath. It was a small white piece of torn paper.

I ran my bottom lip slowly under my top teeth and picked up the tiny note, bringing it close to my eyes to read.

You know, I  still don’t think those lines stuck properly. I’m afraid I’m going to have to come back for another lesson. Have the tea and cake ready, and just in case I get lost, my phone number is 202-555-0125  

Link.

Holding the paper close to my chest, I grinned to myself and let a small chuckle escape my lips.

Without fail, the next morning, the handsome dark-haired man appeared at the bakery door. With notes in toe, he ordered the same “flourless chocolate concoction” with mint tea, and sat quietly at the same table by the window.

Lola maintained that it wasn't the cakes that kept him coming back for the next week, but I simply brushed off her comments.

That was until Friday morning when Link appeared at the counter.

As I readied myself to prepare his usual order, he grinned cheekily and presented a long, golden yellow rose from behind his back and held it in front of him.

I beamed, biting my lip slightly.

“What's this?” I giggled, as he etched the flower forward toward me.

“It's for you (y/n). I saw it on the walk over and it reminded me of you, thought you might like it.” His smile was sweet and endearing, I could feel myself melting at the hands of his kind gesture.

“Well thank you.” I grinned, accepting the rose and bringing it to my nose to take in its floral scent.

“There's a gorgeous park up the road from here, there's tonnes more of those roses there if you want to go with me?” Link asked, glancing down at his feet shyly, before returning his hopeful gaze to me.

“Well, I do like roses,” I mulled over, cheekily smiling from behind the rose.

Link waited eagerly for my answer.

I leant forward on the counter and whispered in a hushed tone, “I finish at 1.”

Instantly a wide, beaming smile crept across his mouth, and he bit his lip excitedly. Then once more, he returned to his usual sitting spot.

For the rest of the day, all the way until 1:00pm, he never left my thoughts. Images of his aquatic blue eyes, the smoothness of his skin, and the night-like darkness of his hair filled me with excitement and anticipation of what he had planned for me that very afternoon.

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Welp, I’ve just posted our first fic :)

if you’re interested in a first person Link/oc fic, then check it out here :D 

Kaylah x

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I can’t believe you wore that to the Christmas Party - Link/Reader by Kaylah

It’s Christmas time, and you’re taking your newly-wed husband Link to your work Christmas party. 

Author’s Note: This is the first fic that I’ve actually posted online, so please be kind. I hope that you like it :D also credit to @remembertherandler for helping me to edit it, and bring it up to scratch. Big love, Kaylah xxx

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The cold December air nipped at our noses as we stood on the doorstep. I looped my arm around my husband’s, stepping quickly on the spot, almost shimming to keep myself warm.

Link, my impatient husband, decided to ring the doorbell a second time, blowing a little warm air into his hands at the same time.

It was the 23rd of December, and we were both invited to my boss’ annual Christmas function. Of course, this was the first time we’d ever actually attended. Having always being a lover of The Holidays, I insisted that Link and I wear our most embarrassing, and most festive Christmas jumpers to the party - after all, it was a holiday party.

Finally, after three rings, a tall woman, dressed entirely in red, answered the door. Her dress hugged her tightly, her red heels complimented the crimson of her gown, and her dark hair was pulled back into a low bun. She was my boss’s wife, I assumed.

Her expression was welcoming as she smiled at us.

Both my husband and I grinned cheerfully, before offering her the bottle of Merlot we had brought with us.

She invited us inside.

“Are you sure the jumpers were a good idea honey? She seemed pretty nicely dressed,” Link whispered from behind me, as he helped me remove my winter coat, revealing my sapphire blue sweater that was covered with snowmen and candy-canes.

Link wore a similar sweater, though his was as red as the dress of the woman who answered the door.

“Sweetie, it’s a Christmas party...what else are you supposed to wear? Besides...she’s the lady of the house. She has to dress up,” I whispered back as we hung our coats up in the closet next to the door, and twined our scarfs around the coathangers. “Trust me, we’re not the only ones in this kind of ridiculous get up.” I kept my voice low and quiet, leaning my head slightly back to my right in his direction.

“I’ll believe that when I see it.” Link teased, placing his large hand on the small of my back as we walked down the hallway toward the room. The air was filled with the sounds of ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’.

On our way through the hall, a waiter offered both Link and I a glass of mulled wine, which we both eagerly accepted, something to warm our frozen hands, and one of my favourite festive beverages.

I stirred mine with the cinnamon stick. As we rounded the corner, and were lead to the large living space. The room was ornately decorated with wreaths of gold and silver and, around the architraves, hung deep, crimson red ribbons. In the corner of the room, like a centrepiece, stood a tall, fresh Christmas tree, lit with golden fairy lights, and decorated with ornate baubles. The smell of the tree was intoxicating, and I grinned sheepishly to myself.

Link tapped my shoulder, bringing me back from my Christmas-induced trance.

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” He asked in a hush tone.

I looked around the room to see not a single person wearing a Christmas jumper. In fact, not one person, aside from Link and I, was wearing anything even remotely festive. It was all black tie, long gown, nice shoes, and here we were, totally the opposite.

“Oh crap,” I muttered. “It’s ...it’s fine. The invitation didn’t say it was formal, I’m sure at least one person will turn up wearing something Christmasy.” I attempted to reassure my obviously embarrassed husband, as I sipped slowly on the warm wine in my hands. I looked up to see my attempts to sooth were only mildly successful.

Link brushed the few hairs that had falling over his forehead when he’d removed his jacket back, running his hand through the top of his hair. He took a long sip of his own drink.

I could tell he was worried. “Baby, it’s ok.”

Link turned to face me. “This is your boss, you're not exactly making a good impression wearing this kind of gear to what is clearly a black-tie affair.” His eyes darted around the room. “Maybe we should go?” He asked, raising his eyebrow slightly.

I giggled, shaking my head. “We’re not going anywhere Mr. Neal, look, they’ve got mince pies!” I took his hand in mine and walked him over to the table on the left side of the room. It was covered in fine linen cloth, and dotted along the table were various Christmas-themed canapes.

Link smirked slightly, as we helped ourselves to a mince pie each.

We stood together, his arm around me as we quietly ate our treats.

Suddenly, Link gasped quietly, turning his gaze to me. “Mrs. Neal, you’ve got a little fruit mince on your lip there.” He pointed at my lip with his pinky.

I could tell he was teasing, and I playfully leant my head up toward him, grinning goofily to myself.

Link smirked a little, leaning down to meet me, tenderly kissing my lips.

I placed my free hand gently on his cheek, smiling into the kiss. His lips tasted of cinnamon and clove, and were dyed an amber red from the wine.

Link broke off the kiss, giggling a little, and taking another sip of his beverage.

Just as we’d started to feel more at ease with our ‘controversial’ partywear, I felt a quick tap on my shoulder. Turning, half-startled, I realised it was my boss.

He was a tubby man, with cheeks as rosy as Father Christmas himself. His head was slightly balding, and he wore a drab grey suit.

“Oh, Sir! Hello, I didn’t see you there.” I blurted out, placing my wine glass down onto the table next to us, and shaking his hand. I felt my cheeks start to redden with embarrassment as I noticed him eyeing our jumpers.

“Glad that you were able to come.” He smiled kindly before turning his eyes to Link. “And this must be your husband I presume? Mr. Neal?”

Link smiled back politely to the man, dusting off his hands and extending one for him to shake, and nodding. “Link Neal, Sir. Pleasure to meet you.”

I looked over my shoulder as Link moved closer next to me, placing his arm tentatively over my shoulder.

“Interesting outfits you’ve chosen for this evening.” Teased my boss.

I felt Link’s grip on my shoulder stiffen, and I saw him swallow nervously.

“We’re so sorry Sir, I had no idea that this was meant to be form-” I began, but my boss interrupted me by chortling.

“Are you kidding? You’re the only ones to bring a little Christmas cheer to this dank old party. Hell, I’m thinking of heading upstairs and finding my Christmas jumper to wear too.” He winked.

Link’s grip on my shoulder loosened. “We could be the Christmas squad.” He joked, grinning as my boss faced him.

I raised an eyebrow, half-giggling at him and shaking my head.

“Indeed we could.” Chuckled my boss, holding his belly, making him more Santa-like with each passing moment. “I’d best go and say hello to the rest of this boring looking lot.” He looked around the room. “Thanks for brightening this party up a little. Your wife is a very talented writer Mr. Neal, I should say that much.” He said, as he patted Link on the shoulder, and held out his hand for one more shake.

“Thank you sir, I know she is. I’m pretty lucky to call her Mrs. Neal for the first time this Christmas.” Link smiled endearingly, shaking the man’s hand firmly, before he left.

Both Link and I smiled at one another, as we stood in front of the treats table.

“Oh, would you look at that Mrs. Neal,” Link whispered slyly, sneaking his arm around my waist and turning me to face him. “Mistletoe.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively before swooping down and pressing his warm, cinnamon and fruit mince-coated lips against mine.

I happily welcomed them.

Link and I spent the rest of the evening sipping our festive drinks, enjoying the Christmas treats, and standing under the mistletoe, stealing kisses from one another as the tree sparkled beside us.

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