#Lin-Manuel Fic

[gossippool]

it's after their first mission together that wade and logan share their first kiss.

the fight leading up to the time ripper took place right outside their apartment with barely any witnesses around, so the journey back home was short and quiet with no prying eyes. after that, it took a while for logan to get out of the house on the regular, but when he eventually did, it was just to walk or carry out errands, and in civilian clothes, he blended in with everyone else. it's different when they get called on a mission for the first time.

it's not a hard mission by any means, but it's brutal. he and wade subdue a dozen men on the streets, chase a final one down to the underground, and turn him over to the police. by the end of it all, the sun is going down, and people are travelling home from work. logan's suit is torn, and his bare arms are caked with dirt and dried blood.

a cab would be the typical mode of transport for them after a mission, but they're already at the station, anyway, so they decide to take the train. a busker sings at the platform with a guitar, a lulling, bittersweet thing, like the soundtrack to a life not deserving of such a melody. in the exhaustion and setting sun, it makes logan long for something he can't name. but they'll be home soon.

they board the train. he leans against one of the poles, feels the cool of the metal seep through his suit and into his spine. the music fades out, and what fades in in its place is the conversation and laughter of the others in the train car. a group of teenagers out having fun, businessmen in suits off work, older people with their grandkids or their shopping bags. wade's warmth opposite him, mask moving as he chatters.

he tries to listen, he really does, but as the train speeds through the tunnel, he feels stares turn slowly towards him from all sides. he smells their slight fear, their judgement, over the odour of him and wade. he realises all at once what he must look like, dirty and covered in blood that can't be his for his lack of open wounds. his exposed knuckles a darker red than the rest of his hands. he covers one hand with the other, unclenches his fists.

he's not one to care about what others think. not before, at least. he's used to glares of resentment and pity for what he did, eyes following him everywhere he went like the phantoms of those he killed. but these people don't know what he's done, and they stare at him all the same. it's almost worse.

for a brief moment, just a moment, he feels a stab of hopelessness. coming to this world felt like a second chance, a chance to start over without the world having to bear the knowledge of his inadequacies. but what if that isn't possible? what if this is all this world ever sees of him? the aftermath, the bloodstained hands, the aged lines of his face that tell them what they want to know. he's no one here, except when people remember him like this.

"peanut?"

wade's voice snaps him out of it, and when he looks up, wade has pulled his mask off. he's about to apologise for not listening when wade smiles slightly at him. it's enough to take the words out of his mouth. wade doesn't ask if logan's okay, but his eyes flicker almost imperceptibly over the other occupants of the train car. then he places a delicate hand on logan's waist and steps closer to him, until he can feel his breath ghosting his lips.

logan just looks up at him, breath caught in his throat. what? he thinks of asking. he doesn't.

wade's other hand trails up to cup his cheek. "let them stare," he says. "they don't know anything."

then he leans down and presses his lips to logan's. the train emerges out of the tunnel and bathes the car in golden light, and all the rest of it fades away.

wade steps back eventually, and logan wants to chase his lips, but instead watches as the shadows of his scars dance across his face with the path of the dying sun. he's so beautiful, logan thinks. he's home.

wade is right; let them stare. all he wants is to find his way home, just like everyone else. that's all anyone wants. and they're all on the same train home.

[linnamonrolls0]

The Winner Takes It All

LMM!Hermes x Reader

Summary:

“devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes what doesn’t kill me makes me want you more…”

You accidentally find your way into the Lotus Casino, where a certain Greek god takes a keen interest in a game of poker, a sweet deal, and… you.

Rating: Mature

Words: 4,480

A/N:

I wasn’t gonna write this… until I saw some hater saying they’d [redacted] if they saw a LMM!Hermes x Reader fic show up - so naturally, being the disastrous Lin simp that I am, I HAD TO DO IT. After all, learning from the best in proving the naysayers wrong…

A lot of this was written pre-episode, allow it with a few inconsistencies and a lot of research-induced additions!

Mixtape... bloop - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6v2ZfRamJRh8eP6qOqz4ND

Chapter 1: When The Chips Are Down

Contrary to popular belief, apparently it is possible to get lost in Las Vegas.

You were only strolling the Strip with a group of friends on the last day of your whirlwind vacation, but soon enough you found yourself at a dead end, unsure of what turn you’d even taken to get there. 

Hoping to locate a restroom and some means of connectivity to contact your friends, you beelined for the nearest building, flashily labelled the Lotus Hotel and Casino: upon glancing upward, you were met with the sight of a forty-storey tower, with a wide open entrance marked by a blooming neon-bright lotus flower in front of you. It was the sort of place you would expect to be buzzing with life, but oddly enough nary a soul lingered by the shining silver doors; just stillness and silence, save for the muffled music pounding from somewhere inside.

Though you felt overwhelmingly uneasy, that entrance carried a strange magnetism that compelled you to step inside. Something that suggested all your fear would be put to rest the moment you walked through those doors… or into that flower, at least.

You tucked your hands under your sleeves and drew in a deep breath, before you crossed the petalled threshold into an opulent lobby decorated with lotus plants in intricately designed pots and inviting plush couches around the circular hall. The air conditioning was a welcome relief from the Nevada summer heat, and the whole place seemed to glow in a dark shade of pink. 

You immediately felt an invisible weight ease off of your shoulders as you entered… What had you come here to look for, again?

Right, a phone charger and somewhere to pee. Of course, basic human necessities, how could you forget those so quickly?

Interrupting your line of thought, you paused in your tracks when a tall Barbie doll materialised in front of you, dressed in bright pink from head to toe; upon first glance she looked like some sort of projection, as though she wasn’t real at all.

“Welcome to the Lotus Hotel and Casino,” she greeted you in an almost robotic voice, with a plastic smile stretched across her face, holding out a shimmering green card. “Here’s your Cash Card, have a great time!”

“Cash… what? Do I have to pay for this?” you stuttered, confused beyond belief as you took the card. What was this place?

“No, not a penny!” She shook her head; not a single strand of her perfectly coiffed blonde hair shifted out of place. “Would you like a tour? Here, have a drink. Only the best in the world here!” 

She offered you a glass goblet, filled to the brim with a dark maroon liquid and topped with blueberries, bearing the same eerie magnetism as the doors had done minutes before. You eyed the drink dubiously, brows furrowed as you sniffed it in a futile attempt to ascertain what exactly it was.

“I’m alright, thank you,” you politely declined, “What is—”

But before you could finish your question, the Barbie doll had disappeared as suddenly as she’d arrived, and the moment you sipped the strong floral drink, your questions completely evaporated.

Following your curiosity, you craned your neck and looked up to see endless floors lined with rooms and doors and glass balconies, with a pair of glass elevators in the middle. At this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if the great glass elevator could shoot through the ceiling like something out of a children’s book.

At least there were more people in here, though you were certain they too had just appeared as if by magic; not acknowledging you at all, they milled about in the lobby and outside the doors to the casino, beside to what appeared to be an arcade full of excited children playing classic and modern video games alike. Regardless of age, all the guests were clad in fancy-dress costumes; you figured perhaps there was an event taking place that had its attendees reflecting different eras of fashion. Wouldn’t be unusual for this town, everyone was dressed crazy and after three days traversing Sin City’s myriad clubs and casinos, nothing fazed you - or perhaps the effects of whatever you’d taken at that club last night still hadn’t fully worn off, who knew…

Still in a bit of a daze, you floated toward the immense double doors leading to the Casino, already hearing the jingling of slot machines singing proud over the pounding pop beats as their backing track.

The casino was lit by ornate chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, deliberately dimmed to give way to the bright, flashing lights of the various gaming machines assembled around the hall, surrounding a set of card tables in its centre. Chatter and laughter filled the room and people crowded around the tables, playing without a care in the world and having the time of their lives; everyone seemed to have a goblet in hand and a cash card in the other, not dissimilar to your current state. It was warmer in here, though still comfortable enough that you could breathe… Just about.

You wandered through and your attention was glued to a game of roulette at a table beside you, where a couple had just won who knows what, when you were interrupted by a greeting that you just somehow knew was directed at you.

“Well, hello, there,” you heard in a smooth, low tenor behind you.

You whirled around on your heel to be met by… a guy. Literally just a guy, casually leaning on his gorgeously tanned forearms on a nearby craps table, aimlessly toying with a pair of dice in his left hand as he gazed over at you. He was certainly easy on the eyes with his vaguely familiar but handsome face, a mischievous little smirk on his lips, and pretty brown eyes that sparkled in the flashing lights… There was something about those eyes that drew you in. And for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away…

He looked like the most normal person in the room, but he seemed entirely out of place, given that everyone else was dressed to the nines - meanwhile he wore a comfy tan hoodie and sweatpants set, as if he perhaps owned it all and subsequently had no rules to follow in this already-lawless land. When he stepped around his table to approach you, he certainly did swagger around like he ruled the place, and his companions nearby looked at him like they worshipped the ground he walked on. Perhaps he was important, but how were you to know?

“You come here often?” he flirted, just about the most awful pickup line imaginable, but you were past the point of questioning why it still sounded attractive.

How had you ended up here, anyway? Hell knew… But this was Sin City, after all; a little harmless flirting could do you no harm, surely… 

“Nope, never been here before. But weirdly, I don’t want to leave…” you shrugged, taking another sip of that strangely addictive drink.

“Sounds about right, Miss…”

“[Y/N],” you offered casually, uncharacteristically not hesitant.

“Pleasure to meet you…” he said with a playful lilt to his tone, holding out a hand, “They call me Hermes.”

When you shook his hand, for a split second you could’ve sworn you weren’t there anymore - when his smooth hand held yours, something akin to a firework went off inside your mind, and you’d put it down to just sparks if not for the phantom breeze you felt just then, a gust that nearly knocked you off your feet.

You couldn’t place what it was, exactly, but there was something strange about this man. He bore an almost otherworldly quality, as though he wasn’t human at all… But how could he be anything else? Come to think of it, there was a similarly supernatural energy about the casino itself; no wonder he fit right in to this weird wonderland.

“What, you got a Birkin in your back pocket or something, Mr Hermes?” you laughed, trying to shake off that odd suspicion, only to be met by his indignant scowl. Even that was cute.

“And what business do you have with my back pockets?” he teased, tucking one hand into the front pocket of his hoodie, to which you raised an intrigued brow.

You shrugged, nonchalant, still reeling from that strange feeling. “Nothing yet, but perhaps I’d like to find out…”

“Obviously I do not, but I could hook you up.” The innuendo wasn’t lost on you, least of all when Hermes smirked, that patented brand of mischief you were quickly growing quite fond of as he swaggered across to the card table; the players welcomed him back gladly. “Care for a game?” he asked, seemingly winning one without even paying attention to it as he rolled the dice carelessly onto the table that stood between you.

As he retrieved the dice, you eyed his hands curiously; they could only be described as pretty, as though he might be a pianist or… an artist of some description. He had his sleeves rolled back and a gold-plated Rolex glimmered on one wrist, a chunky gold chain-link bracelet on the other, and something about that on him was distractingly attractive. It all screamed money, despite his casual tracksuit getup, which would’ve been nothing special if it didn’t look so needlessly expensive in itself. You absently wondered what that obscure tattoo on his ring finger meant, for surely it couldn’t imply he might be taken…

“It’s not like you have anything to lose,” Hermes commented, interrupting your line of thought as he set a few chips down on the table and retrieved his own green Cash Card from his pocket, holding it up to show you. So everyone had them; then, what was the point?

Oh, right. You likely couldn’t do anything with the money outside, so, go figure it was an unlimited free pass.

“I guess I’m in. After all, what you gonna do when the chips are down?” you quoted a challenge, holding your own smug look at the recognition in his eyes.

“I see you speak my language…” he teased, “Even if those aren’t exactly my words.”

“Funny you should mention that. Has anyone ever told you you look a bit like Lin-Manuel Miranda?”

“So I’ve been told! Though, I think the correct expression would be that he looks like me. Same difference, he’s me, I’m him, whatever.” He waved a flippant hand, as if instructing you to ask no further questions on the topic.

“Gotcha…” You laughed, putting this all down to a wacky dream by now as you joined him by the card table. “What is this, anyway?” you asked him, raising your goblet in his general direction. He was the only person here without one, which didn’t entirely make sense to you, even in the logic of twisted fever dreams.

“Raise a glass to freedom… and throw it the fuck away,” he sang with a laugh, “Seriously, though, that’s a little addictive psychedelic beverage called blue lotus wine. If you know what’s good for you, you won’t drink a drop.”

“And what if I already did?”

“Well, then you’re well and truly screwed…” Hermes grinned, mischief dancing in his dark brown eyes. He swiped the half-full glass out of your hand and knocked back the remainder of the wine in one quick gulp, his gaze never leaving yours as he deposited the empty glass on a tray carried away by one of those apparating Barbie waitresses. “And now, so am I.”

He waved over another waitress and grabbed two new glasses of wine off her tray, politely handing one to you. He brought his glass to his lips, slowly sipping at the wine as you eyed his hand wrapped around the glass, absently wondering what that seemingly delicate touch would feel like on you… There was no reason why the simple act of this man drinking hallucinatory wine should’ve been remotely sexy, but you could say the same for him in general; this shouldn’t work, but god damn, it does.

“Was that really the best idea if it’s—” you began, and he quickly cut in.

“Absolutely not, no, but if you come here to forget, you may as well do it right…” Hermes sighed, a momentary flash of resignation in his stance as he briefly let his shoulders droop. “Anyway, whatever, fuck real life. Let’s play?” he offered, running a hand through his dark hair, seemingly shaking himself out of the memory of whatever haunting reality had led him here. As a matter of fact, what had led you here?

“Sure,” you smiled, “What are we playing? I’m pretty sure I saw an arcade on my way in…”

“Come on, there’s no stakes in that! This is where the real fun’s at,” he said with a light laugh, gesturing to the craps table in front of you.

“Speak for yourself. I’ll have you know, I’m amazing at air hockey!”

“Yeah? I’m a killer at the claw machine, so go figure.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Cute. Shame they don’t have an escape room.”

“Just as well, I’ve always been a little too good with locks… Besides, this place itself is an escape room. Only, there’s no escape…”

“Wait, what?”

“Because… You want to stay, right? What’s waiting for you outside?”

Suddenly, you found yourself struggling to answer his question. Where barely a few moments ago, everything had been so clear, now you could see a hazy cloud inside your mind as you desperately searched for the answer to no avail, almost as though that hallucinogen was beginning to hit hard… 

“Outside? What’s outside? I — I could stay here — You’re… Huh?” you stuttered, “I don’t know where else I’d go.”

Hermes sighed, glancing over at you. “Literally anywhere but here.”

“Sorry?” you questioned, brows furrowed. Had you misread his signals?

“Walk with me,” he offered, and so you obliged as he stepped towards you again. You followed his lead as he strolled on within the confines of the casino, glancing surreptitiously around as though making sure you weren’t being eavesdropped on - though you could only wonder why.

“Alright, I don’t normally do this…” he drawled, “But for some reason I’m taking a liking towards you; and all trickery aside, I don’t take unfair advantage, so here’s the secret. You ever heard of Odysseus and the Lotus Eaters?” he asked seriously; you nodded your assurance. “Well, this place is kinda like their island… Only, now it’s here in the modern world, and what better place for it than Sin City? Hence the lightness in the air and the endless supply of blue lotus wine…”

You eyed him curiously, willing him to go on and trying not to focus on his initial confession. “I guess that explains a lot. So this is… eternal psychedelic bliss?”

“Yep, that good old adrenaline and dopamine rush, forever and ever and everrrrr… Half of Olympus has tried to claim it, but nobody really knows whose work of chaotic genius this was.” He shrugged nonchalantly, not at all like he was explaining such an outlandish concept. “When you’re in a casino, time just seems to work differently - and just like that, time moves at its own distorted pace in here. Lost travellers often find their way into this place, it has that draw when you stray off your path - and that’s why I hang out here, not just to wander astray from my own shit, but to guide you back to yours. I’m not immune to this,” he raised his glass, gesturing to the wine, “But I can handle the air just fine, unlike most mortals…”

“And what if I want to get lost?” you challenged, plucking his glass out of his hand, holding his gaze as you brought the drink to your lips. His gaze remained fixed on you as he bit his own lip, his eyes flickering to your lips for a millisecond as you sipped the wine; thirsty, not dissimilar to the way you’d been eyeing him mere seconds ago.

“Mmkay, lucky for you, I have some semblance of sense about me,” Hermes said, stopping by a poker table nearby, where the players immediately cleared a spot for the pair of you. Entirely nonchalant, he swiped a deck of cards off the table, expertly shuffling it as he spoke, “So win the next deal, and I’ll get you out of here.”

“So if I lose, I’m stuck in here?” you attempted to clarify the stakes, trying not to get distracted as you watched him shuffle those cards. Hell, he had such pretty hands, what else could you do but wonder what else he could do with them?

“Pretty much.”

“And what if I ask for a better deal?”

“Better than having your real life back?”

“Yep.”

“Try me…”

“Okay. If I win, my prize is you.”

“Me? What’s the catch?”

“Nothing. Just, you and me, until not even the gods above can separate the two of us,” you teased, peak dramatic, somewhere between flirting and floating. You could get used to this, the weightless feeling of flight…

Hermes quirked a brow at you, undeniably amused. “Interesting thought, given that I’m… well, not above, per se, but one of them.”

“You’re… what now?” You tilted your head to one side, looking curiously across at him. What in the world was he on about?

He shot you a pointed stare, isn’t it obvious? But it wasn’t, until now… when it all began to make sense, slowly: what this place was, how he knew so much about it, why he had a more heightened sense of awareness despite the inherent hypnotism of the literal and metaphorical lotus flower you’d stepped into… And he could guide lost travellers out. Your jaw dropped as your hand flew to your mouth when it finally dawned upon you who and what he was, and what that entailed —

And out loud, all you could manage was a whisper; “Oh, my god…”

The Greek god in front of you heaved a dramatic sigh, aiming a playful eye-roll in your direction. “Please, like I haven’t heard that one before,” he chuckled lightly, the sarcasm heavy in his tone.

And so you let him deal your hand and you played, stopping every so often to laugh, for Hermes was surprisingly fun to be around and perhaps staying here with him wouldn’t be so bad… Only, this couldn’t be his permanent residence. He was the god of travel, it made sense that he never hung around one place long enough to settle. It was obvious he had a natural charisma about him that clearly worked in his favour more than once; and not that it really mattered, but you absently wondered how many like you had crossed paths with him before, and the past baggage he’d been trying to forget was certainly not lost on you…

He had his right arm slung casually around your shoulder, his left occupied by his cards, not caring if you could see them. You tried your level best to stay focused; for you were feeling a little lightheaded by now, a combination of the wine and the strong scent of his cologne… He was close, enough that you could pick up the gentle sweet notes beneath the woody cedar scent he wore.

“All in?” you suggested, nudging your chips toward the centre of the table, glancing up at the literal god beside you.

“I am if you are,” Hermes smirked, pushing his own ridiculous amount of chips into the pot beside yours.

The game went on; and as if out of nowhere, thanks to a sudden turn in your luck and a surprise royal flush - which if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve attributed to him - you had finally won. Caught up in the daze, you stepped up onto your toes and threw your arms around his neck in an excited hug. He was momentarily taken aback by it, but quickly regained enough composure to gently wrap his arms around you. His soft touch bore a pleasantly startling contrast to his mischievous demeanour, and you found yourself not wanting to let go.

“Well played…” he congratulated you in that same teasing tone as he gently drew you back, briefly glancing at his watch and tapping two fingers against the side of the dial.

Perhaps you would’ve wondered why, but spurred on by your victory and high off the adrenaline, you hooked one finger in the gold chain around his neck and gently tugged at it to urge him closer, until the distance between you was barely a hair’s breadth. You could feel the warmth radiating off him in waves, his intense cologne flooding your senses. And suddenly it didn’t faze you that you were in public, and you paid no mind to the way all his casino companions were frozen around you instead of continuing their games… Suddenly, all you wanted was him. 

Was it blasphemous to lust after a god?

Hell, you could deal with the consequences of that later, for right now, his magnetism was pulling you in and you couldn’t bear to look away from those deep, dark brown eyes… Until Hermes leant closer to you and his soft lips brushed yours as he spoke, barely above a whisper yet you could hear him clearly despite the noise, “Not at all…”

Your breathing hitched, at his comment, at his proximity, at… everything about this. How the fuck did he know what you’d been thinking? 

Perhaps you’d dwell on that longer, but just then he reached up to cup your cheek. Though unexpectedly tender, his touch was white hot where his skin met yours, but pleasurably so as you let yourself get lost in it, in him… He pressed his lips to yours in two delicate little pecks, clearly just teasing, and you just about caught sight of his smirk before you stepped up onto your toes to kiss him again, for real this time. His other hand smoothly dropped to your waist, holding you against him and you pulled at his chain with your finger still caught in it, curling your other fist in the soft cotton of his hoodie.

Apparently, even the gods weren’t immune to carnal need, and Hermes was evidently faring no better than you; he gave in to the kiss quickly, all but melting into you, his tongue swiping insistently at your bottom lip, and you weren’t about to stop him. You parted your lips for him, granting him access instead of prolonging this teasing that had left you both desperate. He tasted of something indescribably sweet, mixed with the rich taste of the blue lotus wine that you’d both downed not so long ago, and you already knew he was a far better intoxicant than any drink you’d find here… As he deepened the kiss, his tongue brazenly tasting yours, borderline hungry; you saw a flash of light behind your eyelids, gripped by the feeling that you were flying, all for a mere moment before you became hyperaware of his heated touch and the fact that your feet were still firmly planted on the soft floral-patterned carpet of the casino.

It felt like time had frozen, the world had stopped around you, and nothing mattered except for him and you and the most perfect kiss you’d ever had…

But somehow, instead of clouding your thoughts like you’d expected, you drew back from his kiss with some clarity. Hermes had told you he could never lose. So why, then, had you just managed to win this? You were no expert when it came to these games, and he was clearly a well-seasoned gambling master… Had the notorious trickster god manipulated the deal in your favour? Had he purposely thrown this away for you?

The glimmer in his eyes only looked brighter as you separated, yet somehow those deep browns looked darker, lust clearly getting the better of him; and he made no effort to hide it, despite his small smile and the lightest hint of a blush on his cheeks. You were fairly sure you mirrored it all, and you were in no hurry to let him go…

Only, as the world began to come back into focus, you realised time really had stopped around you: everything and everyone in the casino was frozen, and you glanced up at the god in front of you with a mix of curiosity and fear in your eyes. “When you said you could stop time…” you began, still in disbelief.

Hermes nodded slowly, meeting your gaze with that characteristic smirk. “Yeah, I meant that literally. I may have had a running out of time crisis once, hence… this stolen life-saver,” he explained, raising his wrist to show you his watch - now upon closer inspection, you realised the hour, minute and second hands all pointed to 12, and he hovered a finger over a button at the side of the dial. “It’s up to you. Want me to bring it back?”

You shook your head. Not only did that beautiful gold timepiece look unfairly gorgeous on his wrist; it also held a piece of magic that could be incredibly useful… “No,” you whispered, “I’m in no hurry. Let’s make this last…”

You tilted your chin up towards him again, and he obliged you with another sweet little kiss. “Well, then… Perhaps I could show you some of the wonders of existing beyond space and time…” he murmured, “What d’you say to that?”

“I say, make time stop for us a little longer. Take me to another world, Hermes…”

The look he shot you just then, could’ve brought you to your knees on the spot - somehow you just knew he was fixated on the sound of his name as you whispered it, and you wondered how he could make you feel that just from a simple touch.

“C’mon, sweetheart; let’s get out of here,” Hermes suggested, offering you an arm; you linked your arm through his as he tapped the side of his watch, resuming the world around you as if it had never paused at all. 

You gazed up at him in awe as he led you out of the casino, back to the lobby and towards the opening of the blooming flower you’d walked in through. The humid summer air hit you both as you stepped outside together, thereby breaking the spell - but you were still captivated by him, regardless. He briefly let go of you to do away with his warm hoodie, leaving him in just a fitted white t-shirt that had no business looking so goddamn gorgeous on him.

You couldn’t help but smile as he hummed softly in your ear, “There’s a place I know in a nearby park…”

Part 2 via AO3 (blasphemous smut ahead)

[poppitron360]

In preparation for me going to see Hamilton in 4hrs and 4mins (I booked it a year ago), I just reread my old lams fanfiction from a couple of years ago.

I don’t feel cringe easily, but man…

What the fuck was I writing??? And I’m pretty sure I stole that line from Buffy the Vampire Slayer??!?! And I forgot that that was the ending!!!?!

Ohhh god…

Anyway, if this gets over 30 notes, I’ll post it. Lmk if you wanna be tagged in it.

[haley-harrison]

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Trying to transliterate Leara's name into Quenya, and it somehow becomes, uh,

Lëarra

Which basically means "You Sealion!"

And I'm just, "Oh yes, this is That Sealion Woman, and she can breathe fire, as all sealions do."

If Leara, for any reason at all, needed an actual Quenya or Sindarin name for any fun Elvish shenanigans, we'll just use Calairie/Calearil, which is "Light of the Sea" in Quenya and Sindarin, and what Leara actually means.

[linmanwe11]

Rough Day

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Words: 2,637

Warnings: NSFW (18+), Smut (what’s new)

Summary: You have a rough day at work- your devastatingly gorgeous husband, Lin-Manuel, helps you feel better.

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You get home from a really long, stressful day at work. Pulling your keys out, you unlock the door to your apartment and as you enter, you throw your keys and purse on the counter before struggling to take off your jacket. You close your eyes and sigh, then as you finally look up, you see Lin sitting on the couch, looking at you, his eyes full of worry.

Still looking at you he was the first to speak, “Honey, what’s wrong?” Then you shake your head and feel tears starting to well up in your eyes- Lin notices right away. “Oh, no, [Y/N], don’t cry! C’mere, baby.” He says as he holds his hand out- you walk over to the couch and take it as he pulls you to sit on top of him.

“Rough day at work?” He asks as he gently rubs his hands around your back, causing you to smile at his touch. “Yeah- it’s just, I just feel like I’m the only one who ever gets shit done. All my coworkers have had like a stick up their ass or something and I just can’t handle it anymore, they all just make me so mad and I just don’t know if I wanna work there anymore. God, all of those people fucking suck and I feel like shit for bringing it home and taking it out on you, but I just hate them all so fucking mu-“ You felt yourself be cut off by Lin placing his lips against yours, his tongue running against your bottom lip before you opened your mouth to him. You whimpered quietly as you felt his teeth tug on your bottom lip, then pull, allowing it to bounce back to your mouth.

“Don’t cry, mi amor. You’re the hardest working person I know, and I love you so much, but since you’re feeling so upset about this... I think I can make you feel better.”

Seeing the look in his eyes, you felt your heart skip a beat as you knew exactly what he meant. You gently grabbed his face, then placed your lips back on his, the two of you emerging in a deep, passionate kiss. Still straddling him, you began slowly rolling and grinding your hips down against his, the friction of your jeans and panties rubbing against your clit causing you to throw your head back with a soft gasp as Lin began to kiss and suck at your neck and jawline. You pushed on Lin’s chest to get him to move back a bit as you grabbed the edges of your shirt, and took it off, slowly revealing your body to him, suddenly forgetting about your terrible day as you watched Lin openly stare at and admire your body, taking in the lace of your bra.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful. You’re so SEXY. God, I could look at you all day...”

He trailed off as his warm hands began roaming your back, quickly moving to the front of your body in order to grab your breasts as you continued to rock against him. You reach down to grab the hem of the blue sweater he had been wearing, then pulled it off, only to be greeted by a button up shirt he had been wearing underneath.

“You had another photo shoot today?”

“Yeah, why?”

“No reason, you just look so fucking hot.”

“Says you.”

He says with a wink as you start working on unbuttoning his shirt, biting your lip as you felt his hands reach up to the clip at the front of your bra and unclip it, allowing it to fall off the back of your shoulders. His eyes were fully blown with lust at this point, and as soon as your bra was completely off, he began alternating between sucking, kissing, and licking at your nipples, which were peaked despite the heat of the situation. You stopped unbuttoning his shirt and softly moaned, throwing your head back as he tugged lightly with his teeth, leaving you breathless. As you somewhat came back to your senses, you finished taking off his shirt, and threw it in the same direction as your own.

“Fuck this, let’s get you out of these jeans, baby.”

“You too, papi.”

You said with a smirk before you both stood up and got out of your jeans, leaving you both in only your underwear. Lin stood there for a second, just staring at you before he grabbed your ass and pulled you into a heavy kiss, his tongue in your mouth, causing you to press your bare chests together and you placed your hands against his firm, strong chest, slowly trailing your soft hands down his body- feeling him shiver as you ran your fingers over his soft stomach before palming him through his underwear. He groaned softly against your lips, then he gently sat you down on the couch as he got on his knees in front of you, his hands slowly trailing up and down your legs as you spread them open for him.

“How wet are you, mi amor? How bad do you need me, mami?”

“Fuck, papi, I need you so bad. You make me so wet- I’m so wet for you, Lin. Please, please eat me out, papi.”

“Anything for my princesa.”

He said as he hooked his fingers along the edges of your panties and slowly pulled them down your legs. When he took them off, Lin began placing kisses along the inside of your thighs, making you grow even wetter as he got closer to where you most desperately needed him. He grabbed your ass, pulling you closer to him as he pressed a kiss to you clit, his meticulous, talented tongue wiggling over it before he sucked it into his mouth, causing your eyes to roll back as you gasped and bit your lip, overcome with pleasure.

He continued this for a few seconds before you felt him begin to fuck his tongue in and out of you, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit, making you arch your back high against the couch. Lin moaned in appreciation as he felt your wetness increasing as he continued eating you out. As your legs began to shake and as your breathing became more and more ragged, you grabbed onto his hair, running your fingers through it and rocking your hips against his lips as he began fucking his tongue in and out of you faster and as his thumb increased its pace- the tip of his nose was rubbing against your clit as well and that sent you into overdrive.

“Oh shhhhit, Lin- Papi, I’m- I can’t- fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it, cum for me, baby. Cum for papi.”

As you looked down at him once more, you saw him wink at you, and that sent you over the edge. Moaning, your back arched as your legs shook and you trapped his head between your thighs, cumming harder than ever. Lin was good and very talented in MANY areas, but his greatest talent was how amazing he was in bed and how amazing he was able to make you feel.

As you came down, you felt light and like your body was almost vibrating from how hard you came and from how good you felt. Still panting, you felt Lin begin to kiss his way back up your body, providing special attention to your neck as he sucked a hickey onto your pulse point. You took a deep breath, and puffed out your cheeks before you were able to find your voice again.

“That was- fuck, that was so good.”

“Yeah? Well, if you enjoyed that, you better brace yourself, cause baby, we’re nowhere near done.”

You felt the beat of your heart begin to quicken as Lin stood up and pulled his underwear down, allowing his erection to bounce out of the restraints. Even now, after 6 wonderful years of marriage and being his girlfriend for 5 years before that, you are still in awe at how big he is. As you eyed his size, you looked up at Lin and saw him biting his lip as he moved his hand down to slowly stroke himself, the look in his eyes giving you goosebumps.

Lin leaned down and firmly kissed you, while slowly pushing to where your back was flat on the couch. Without once breaking the passionate, heated make out you two were in, he nudged your legs open and began rubbing his cock against your pussy, spreading your wetness up to your clit and making you moan in his mouth. You wrapped your legs around his waist, hands running up and down his back as he began kissing and sucking on your neck, running his tongue over the bruised area as he continued to grind his cock against you, not yet entering you. You began growing more and more needy as each second passed, but you knew that he was doing this just to take care of you.

“L-Lin... Papi, please.”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me hard, papi, please...”

“Look at me, mi amor.”

You moved your head so you could look him straight in his big, beautiful brown eyes. Blushing, you were met with him looking at you with so much love and adoration, it made your heart flutter. Lin was always able to do that- even if you were both worked up in the heat of moment, he was always able to make your heart flutter just by the way he would look at you.

“You’re so beautiful, [Y/N]. I love you so much. I’m always going to be here to take care of you, my love.”

“I love you too- ohhhhh, fuuuuck! Liiiiin!”

You were cut off by Lin burrowing himself deep inside you, the head of his cock hitting that perfect spot. For just a second, you were both completely still, just breathing in each other’s breaths, just taking in how good this feels, and when he started moving, it was like heaven.

His thrusts started off slow, hips slowly rocking against yours as he would barely withdraw from you, keeping a steady pace inside you- the kind of pace that made your heart light up, a more loving pace. As your moans began to grow louder and louder, Lin started to pick up the pace, and god, it’s so good. Your hands clawed at his back, feeling his muscles tense up underneath, as he hit your g-spot, causing you to lose your breath and gasp against him.

“Shhhit, Lin- Papi, I’m- Fuck, you feel so good baby. Papi, I’m gonna cum- Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Please don’t stop, baby, it feels so- oh fuck- so fucking good!”

“Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock.”

Immediately, you clenched around his cock, the power of his thrusts shaking you hard as you reached your peak. Your moans quickly turned into gasps and almost screams of pleasure as Lin continued to fuck you through your orgasm, kissing your neck, breasts, and jawline to keep you somewhat calm despite him feeling his own release coming. At the top of it, you’re more than sure that you screamed, your visioned whitening out, but you didn’t care- not when it felt this good.

As you came down, you felt Lin’s thrust slow down, then stop all together, giving you time to come down from the intense amounts of pleasure you just experienced.

“Why’d you stop?”

“I want you to ride me, baby. Can you do that for me?”

Smirking, you pushed Lin off of you, allowing him to sit up, his back against the back of the couch as you sat up and straddled him again, feeling his hands grip your bare ass. Your heart was beating out of you chest, you’re sure that he could hear it, but you didn’t care. Leaning down to kiss him, you placed your hands on his shoulders, running your hands along his strong muscles. When you pulled away, you gripped his cock- he was hard enough to where you didn’t have to grab him, but it was always nice just to feel him.

Raising yourself up, you slowly sunk down onto his cock, the both of you sighing as he was all the way in. Lin leaned his head down and lightly bit at your nipple, pulling back and peppering kisses along your collarbone. When you began to slowly bounce up and down on him, he threw his head back, overcome with pleasure.

“Fuck, [Y/N], baby, your pussy feels so good around my cock. I love you so much, mi amor- holy shhiiit! You like riding Papi’s cock, baby? You like how I feel inside you?”

“Baby- Lin, I- fuck, papi, you feel so good! Oh, FUCK!”

You gasped as Lin started thrusting his hips up into you, his cock hitting the perfect spot inside of you. You felt the warmth in the bottom of your stomach begin to build up as your third orgasm was quickly approaching, your nails scraping down Lin’s chest as his hands gripped your ass even firmer, him beginning to lose control as well.

“Shit, baby, I’m gonna- fuck me, you feel so good- I’m gonna cum baby. Cum with me, [Y/N], fuck, cum with me.”

You were both moaning together, his cock slamming hard into you as you both chased your orgasms. Lin leaned up and kissed you hard on your lips, his tongue making its way into your mouth as he moaned against your lips. He pulled away, pressing your foreheads together as he slammed his last thrusts home, the two of you cumming together, your back arching which pushed your breasts into his mouth.

You got off of him, exhausted, panting, sweating, but in a much better mood. You laid down on the couch with your arm laid across your forehead, a smile planted across your face as you felt Lin softly running his fingers along your legs, which were laid out across his thighs. He looked over at you and leaned down and over to kiss you sweetly, his mouth moving slowly against yours, massaging your lips as you grabbed his face and smiled against his lips.

“That was- fuck, so good. Definitely made up for today.”

“I’m glad. You deserve everything, mi amor. I love you so much.”

“Do I deserve a shower?”

“As long as I can join you.”

He said with a smile, and you laughed when you got up, your legs still wobbly but luckily, Lin caught you from behind as he laughed too. He picked you up bridal style, then carried you into the bathroom. When you both stepped into the warm flow of the shower, you stood with your back against Lin’s chest, allowing him to wash off your body. Stepping out of the shower and drying off, Lin put on a pair of underwear and handed you an old t-shirt of his for you to sleep in. When you got into bed, Lin wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him as he kissed the back of your neck, bringing a smile to your face and a blush to your cheeks.

“Goodnight, [Y/N], I love you sooooo much.”

“I love you too, Lin. Thank you for making me feel better. I’m gonna have to pay you back one day.”

You said, facing him, with a smirk as you placed your hands on his chest.

“Haha, I know you will, but just being with you, and you being my wife is enough for me. Get some rest, mami. I love you.”

He said as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you more.”

[pythiaswine]

CAN I JUST TALK ABOUT HOW BAD I WANTED LMM TO LEGITIMIZE LAMS but i kept being let down over and over again like ughhhh. first he gives the Angelica relationship a whole song and subplot and yes it was great, the whole musical's a lyrical, compositional, choreographed masterpiece BUT WE AREN'T HERE TO DISCUSS THAT. we are here to talk about how his source material was biased because Chernow gave breath to the Angelica thing, as improbable as it was (especially compared to the probability of the Laurens/Hamilton relationship? homophobia.) but then picture it, I'm a young, naïve teenager, I'm very fixated on lams and history, I loved the Hamilton musical, was a Hamilton teen and that part of me is irreparably burned into my brain. then LMM drops this sneaky little tidbit like the beacon of wisdom his fans see him as bc he wrote a historical self-insert fanfic for broadway, he says the Laurens/Hamilton relationship was real. great! but he didn't actually put it in the musical and that disappointed me. And damn, okay, he had a few lines here and there in the off-broadway version that were cut but maybe that wasn't his fault or maybe he planned on fleshing it out more and had to cut it down to make it more palatable for the people sponsoring his ride to broadway, a pathetic excuse but it could make sense. For all that, I could have forgiven, forgotten, etc etc... but I will NEVER forget naïvely believing during the year the Hamildrops were released that we'd finally get a Laurens/Hamilton song. In April it didn't happen, I thought okay, maybe pride month. Didn't happen in pride month. Didn't even happen in September or October, or as a last-minute gay reveal in December. It just didn't happen at all. We even got some covers of songs that already existed without notable variations on the lyrics and it's like... bro couldn't have done the bare minimum and had a Laurens cover of Satisfied? That's the moment I was let down for real. I had truly BELIEVED that because he said himself that the Laurens/Hamilton relationship was real, he'd actually follow through on something that could be digested by the fans more than a forgotten tweet. but damn it hurt. absolutely no queer representation in a musical about Alexander Hamilton. bro. to play devil's advocate, there is no way to "prove" hamilton wasn't straight (eye-roll) but it's not like Hamilton: An American Musical is historically accurate in the least. It's embellished, fun, glamorous. It paints people in their best (unless you're charles lee lol) considering it's about a bunch of people who definitely were not kickass abolitionist BIPOC, but because LMM found it important to represent America today, he made the cast very inclusive to cultures and ethnicities of those these historical figures oppressed. so why can't he fictionalize the story a bit more? it's not even FICTION BRO it's literally more provable (and less problematic and more interesting) than the Angelica/Hamilton affair so WHYYYY. all i mean to say is, i was very let down and i can't appreciate the musical or LMM the same as I did when i was younger because now it gives me the straight-man ick. the "yeah they were gay!" for ++ points with the lgbtq+ fans but a severe lack of action. i hate that shit. real allies would say "fuck your homophobia, i'm publishing my art as it is even if i face backlash and censorship," because that's how shit gets done. it really really let me down, that's all, good night.

[compacflt]

Sorry for the ridiculous ask (really it's unforgivable), but:

Iceman went to NYC to see A Chorus Line in '87.

2. Confirmed watched Sound of Music with Carole for her birthday.

Am I connecting any dots here and did Ice have to go to Hamilton as a publicity stunt in the last year of the Obama presidency?

oh no anon im being very intentional with my ice-musical-theatre links. its easy lazy writing shorthand for him being gay lol. even if he isn’t actively seeing shows he does put the tonys on in the background every year just bc he likes the color and dancing

he’s not a fan of rap and he doesn’t like how Hamilton bastardized american history for its own political aims thereby convincing multiple generations of laymen of factoids that simply aren’t true (Hamilton was strictly speaking not an immigrant & could only extremely loosely be called an abolitionist of any stripe) but he’s also a milquetoast liberal so he says he likes it for clout but he’s also a military flag officer so no one is really expecting him to go see Hamilton for publicity purposes so idk

the pentagon circa 2016:

[teakoodrawz]

if you dont mind with hc asks. What are your voice hcs with scc? I'd like to know your takes in them

[Mic test mic test!!! Full script undercut!!! ]

[ ❤️ || Sweet -> Revtrosity - you already knew how it sounded if you ever watched this video on youtube and heard his voice acting of sweet cap'n cakes. i tried to find any specific artists with song associations that fits their tone but so far i didn't got it right so i think from revtrosity seemed sm better and fitting bcuz he voice acted them really good imo. With Sweet sounding deep and their voice being raspy (and also quite robotic buzz sound with all the editing) was the perfect voice for them (he's the best ut/dr voice actor with hilarious humors screaming over his mic he was once my fav) ]

[ 💙 || Cap'n -> Lin-Manuel Miranda - oh boi let me tell you about this one..i LOVE associating Cap'n with lin-manuel ESPECIALLY from the netflix animated movie Vivo because those two characters reminded me alot of each other and because this talented kinkajou, Vivo was...a coward. but also passionate and funny (a bit more..exaggerated). Also did his very best to do the right thing for his friend because its the last thing he could do for him. really reminded me alot of cap'n with his bandmates so I BEG of you to try listening to some lin-Manuel songs especially the Hamilton. and imagine it'scap'en I luv it sm or else I'd drag your noodle legs into my hole-- /j/j]

[ 💚 || Cakes (k_k) -> Revtrosity- his voice acting of k_k did fit really well too so I'd choosed this one bcuz I dont know where to actually find the best voice tone for k_k (I also almost associated Cakes with Tanjiro Kamado for many reasons) also I do have an alternative voice hc from the song Role-playing Game by SoraMafuUraSaka with the member named MafuMafu almost sounded like k_k to me if you listen to their song parts. ]

[all-thestories-aretrue]

I finished His Dark Materials (the show) and I am Not Okay™️

[linnamonrolls0]

I love the fact Annabeth pick pockets Hermes... so can you do a reader x Hermes were maybe he taught her to pick pocket and then she pick pockets him to be funny or get his attention?

(I have so many ideas and also none at the same time! Lol I may send one or two more asks if that's ok?)

The Best That You Can Do

LMM!Hermes x Reader

Rating: T / Words: 1,300

You’ll never know why you suggested accompanying Hermes on his mail delivery errands.

The pair of you had spent most of the day flying halfway around the world, and finally landed in midtown Manhattan for your last task: a short visit to Olympus to deliver a disturbingly heavy box. Being by his side, Hermes entrusted you with a pair of winged sneakers similar to his own, and so you’d been able to cross between the realms just as easily under the god’s wing.

To keep things entertaining, Hermes had been giving you a crash-course in thievery along the way, setting you random little pickpocketing challenges and being pleasantly surprised at how quickly you’d picked up his skills, ending up with a box full of random trinkets from every country you’d visited thus far.

It had all been fun at first, but as much as you enjoyed each other’s company, pranks and constant witty banter, being his mail delivery sidekick for the day was starting to wear you out…

See, he took his work seriously. Almost too seriously. You’d tried to distract him once or twice as he’d whisked you from one sky to another, but he’d swatted away your advances and warned you to let him keep focused. But his determination was pretty sexy, and he looked so unfairly attractive in those overalls, you toyed with the idea of getting him out of them… Would a little distraction be so bad?

You’d insisted on stopping for a coffee break before making your way to the Empire State Building, and after rather a lot of convincing, Hermes finally agreed. Now, seated in the passenger seat of his undercover delivery van with your feet up on the dashboard, you nibbled on a cupcake, simply watching him as you sat parked up on the side of the road, while he sipped at his coffee as he chattered away on his caduceus cellphone, tuning out the bickering pair of snakes coiled around it. He looked tired, but still gorgeous as he gave kind but firm orders to whomever was on the other end of the line… No matter how busy a day he’d had, his dark brown eyes always carried that characteristic sparkle that had first got you.

He’d placed his cap on the dash, leaving his hair a little haphazard, only worsening as he wearily dragged a hand through it. You leant over the vehicle’s console and grasped his hand in your own as he finally ended his call.

“Hermes, are you alright?” you murmured, nuzzling at his neck a little.

“Mmm?” he hummed, glancing down at you, only half listening as his phone buzzed on the dash for the millionth time today - you wished that was an exaggeration. “For fuck’s sake… I’m sorry, love, I’m okay. Things have been crazy…”

“I know, babe. Take it easy,” you said softly. You slid across the console and into his lap on the driver’s seat, careful not to knock the gear shift and send the vehicle flying on an accidental joyride up to the heavens. Wouldn’t be the first time today…

Hermes looked up at you, and you willed yourself not to get lost in his eyes. His hands came to rest at your waist and he began on a breath, “What are you…”

“Like you said, it’s been a crazy day, and even a god needs a break sometimes. So it’s a good thing you brought me along…” You placed your hands over his, his gaze following as you trailed your fingers up his arms to grasp the collar of his jumpsuit in your fists. “C’mere…”

You barely caught sight of the flash of hunger in his dark brown eyes as they met yours again, before he caught your lips in a ravenous kiss, and you finally had him exactly where you wanted him. He tasted of coffee and cinnamon and something inexplicably but familiarly sweet; and it took all your willpower not to melt into him, but you were on a mission here.

See, there was only one challenge of his you hadn’t managed thus far: picking his pockets. Every time you thought you had him, he’d whirl around and grasp your wrist between his thumb and index finger, bring your hand to his lips… “Nice try, sweetheart,” he’d smirk, dropping a chaste kiss to the back of your palm, and that was the end of it.

But you kept trying, nonetheless. And while you had him distracted by this increasingly heated kiss in the driver’s seat of his mail van, you slipped your hand into the pockets of his overalls and snuck out his keys from one, his wallet from the other, and into your own pockets… keeping him duly distracted with his tongue engaged in a delicious dance with yours, his hands tucked and bound under your overalls - and he was none the wiser as your hands quickly returned to teasing him, palming him over his overalls in a perfect distraction.

You’d finally done it.

You slowly drew back, satisfied, admiring the sweet, sappy smile on his handsome face. He certainly looked a little more relaxed, and that could hardly be a bad thing… “Better?” you teased.

Hermes nodded, slowly licking his own lips now that yours were too far. “A little. C’mon, let’s get this last delivery done, then we can go finish what you just started…”

He withdrew his hands from under your overalls and instead began searching his multitude of pockets around for his keys to start up the van. You struggled to stifle a laugh as he grew increasingly frantic.

“Missing something, babe?”

He raised his brows at you, evidently having caught on that you were up to no good. “I don’t suppose you know where my keys are… do you?”

You shook your head, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes - but you couldn’t keep from cracking a smile.

“You little…” Hermes laughed, cursing under his breath as he quickly circled his arms around your waist and patted down your pockets, “Ah, gotcha.” You pouted as he plucked his missing belongings out of your pockets, reclaiming his wallet and reaching around you to turn the key in the vehicle’s ignition, the sudden vibration caused by its enchanted engine sending a shiver through the both of you.

“C’mon, you could’ve at least pretended you didn’t know!” you protested with a playful whack to his chest.

“I didn’t!” he argued, keeping his tone as light as yours, “Not until you smiled, anyway.” You rolled your eyes, shooting that same smirk at him. “But just like that, the student becomes the master. Can’t lie, I’m a little proud of you.”

“Please, Hermes. Your wallet and keys were a piece of cake - as was this piece of cake, actually.” You mirrored his playful tone and your innuendo wasn’t lost on him as you suggestively eyed him up, grabbing the cupcake off the dash and feeding him a little bite. He smashed a blob of frosting onto his mouth and pulled you in for a sugar-coated kiss, delicately sucking and biting at your lips.

“Maybe I should set you a harder challenge,” he said on a breath, flushed from the kiss.

“Like what?” you asked, teasingly licking away a bit of frosting below his lip.

He shifted beneath you, and his innuendo wasn’t lost on you either. “Let me think…”

“Let me steal your heart,” you giggled, “Will you take me seriously then?”

“Oh, that… Stealing hearts is an entirely different sort of trickery.” He winked, “And you had mine long before any of these trinkets…”

You blushed beet red at the god’s bold confession as he shifted the van into gear, hyper-speeding off down the street towards the Empire State Building, your heart racing even faster.

[fefecantsing]

i forgot i had a fanfic bookmarked and i thought it was sims 4 cc blog .. I opened jasmine cephas jones fic in front of my 30 year old sister......

[plainlo-inthemorning]

AMAZING!! ♥️♥️♥️

What a fantastic read, GREAT narrative structure with the rewinding flashbacks that in turn broke my heart and had me squealing with joy (seriously, so damn sexy), and such a satisfying ending. I was worried for a second you would re-traumatize me after what the show did. December 2020 was ROUGH lol 😂

I adore how you wrote Lee - everything was so spot on, from his movements to his speech pattern. He was completely 100 percent alive on the page, and his interactions with Hester were delightful. As were the ones between the main character and her daemon! You really nailed the intimate relationships between the respective duos, AND you answered one of my most burning questions - what do the daemons get up to while their humans get down? So thank you for that, also😅

Which leads me to: Beautiful smut. Just beautiful. Hot. Hot. Hot. Standing ovation. For their meet-cute in the bar, too. Fuck that was such a funny, ridiculously charming scene.

As I mentioned in a previous comment, I was on the edge of my seat several times during the battles, and I literally gasped when Jem vanished 😢 Thrilling pacing and believable, high stakes. And ofc the tension… Ooooh the tension! I wanted to shake both of them in turn. He’s infuriating and yet SO very marriageable 😂

Thank you ❤️‍🔥 🙏🙏🙏 This was everything and more.

Pass Back Through the Heart, Chapter Twelve

Pairing: Lee Scoresby/reader Rating: EXPLICIT (18+ ONLY) Warnings for this chapter: sex Words: 3.8K Summary: You and Lee make decisions about the future

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During the next week you keep helping out around the village during the day while your nights are spent in bed with Lee. You also carve out some time to examine the books again, determined to find something in them to make all your sacrifices worthwhile.

You’re absent-mindedly flipping through the books while Kalluk removes Lee’s stitches. When she stands to wipe her hands, she notices your choice of reading material.

“Where did you find those?”

You don’t look up. “Got them from a friend who wanted to see if I could translate them.”

“So that’s why the Magisterium were after the two of you.”

Your head snaps up. “How…?”

“Let me finish up here and we can talk.” She goes back to attending to Lee, but her daemon climbs up onto the table by you.

The woodrat sniffs at the books. “Pretty old. Been stored properly. These the only ones?”

“Yes, there were only three.”

He sniffs them again, then looks back to his human. Kalluk is helping Lee put his shirt back on.

Lee asks, “So you’ve seen books like those before?”

She nods. “We seem to attract a lot of travelers here. From all places.”

You lean towards her. “What kinds of places?”

She approaches the table and sits across from you, picking up the top book. “I think it’s because the air is thinner this far north. It’s easier for them to cross through. Though we haven’t seen one in a long time.”

Your mouth is hanging open as you stare at the older woman. In a moment you manage to blurt out, “You’ve met them?”

“When I was younger. They came through, did some trading, moved on. Left some books, too.”

“Can I see them?”

Her daemon’s fur bristles and she places a hand on him. “They’re kept safe from outsiders. We don’t talk about them.”

“But you’re telling us about them…”

“Because you have books of your own.” Her eyes narrow slightly. “What are you going to do with them?”

“I was sent here by the Geological Society to retrieve them. I’m bringing them back to New Denmark.”

She sighs. “Dear, if you do that the Magisterium will follow them.”

Your chest feels like a rock is pressing on it. Lee shifts in the bed. “She’s right,” he says.

Standing, you practically shout, “So we just forget about them? And Orla… she died for nothing?”

Lee swings his legs over the side of the bed and starts to stand, but both you and Kalluk yell, “Stay in that bed!” He grumbles but sits back down.

You turn back to Kalluk. “Please… tell me what these are. My friend died because of them. Lee almost died. I… I killed for them. And I don’t even know what’s in them!” You slump back into your chair, your daemon coming to your lap to comfort you.

Kalluk reaches out for your hand, which you reluctantly give to her. She traces the lines on your palm. “This world is one of many. Our people have always known that. Some worlds are close to ours.” She puts her palm out to you. “Similar, but different.” She presses her palm against yours. “Some worlds are barely separated from ours. We can see them at certain times, but only glimpses.”

“The aurora.”

She nods. “Sometimes they touch ours, sometimes they’re further away.” She pulls her palm slightly away from yours; you can still feel the residual heat from her. “But they’re always there, just as we are.”

“How did people from the other world come here?”

“They had an instrument that would let them through.”

“What sort of instrument?”

“Not sure; they kept it secret.”

Lee chimes in, “But the books… they seem like instructions?”

“Instructions, memories, scrapbooks. They liked to record their visits.”

You shake your head. “But how could you communicate with them? Their language seems so different than any I’ve studied.”

Kalluk laughs. “They spoke the same as us. They fooled you, too.”

“What do you mean?”

She whispers, “They’re written in code.”

You almost hit yourself on the forehead. It was a possibility you hadn’t considered while examining them. You simply took them for face value, assuming it was a foreign language based on the mythos you’d heard about them. “They gave you a key to the code?”

Kalluk considers this. “I believe so. But I don’t know it.”

“But then who—”

“That’s not for you to know, dear.”

You start to protest, then close your mouth. After another moment, you say, “So I failed. It was for nothing.”

Kalluk stands and puts her hands on your slumped shoulders. “You kept them from the Magisterium. They want to dominate this and every other world. Keeping these books out of their hands thwarts that. So no—I do not think you failed at all.”

You look up at her and see her gentle smile. Then you look over at Lee, whose face mirrors hers. “You want me to leave them here.”

“I’ve grown fond of the both of you and I’d like you to stay safe. Your employers would be targeted if the faintest whisper got back to the Magisterium about them having the books. No outsiders know what we have here. Until you.”

Her trust cuts through your sense of defeat. Again you look at Lee. “What do you think?”

“I think Kalluk’s solution keeps us all alive and I’m for that.”

“What do I tell the Society?”

He thinks a moment. ­“Tell them the books were destroyed. Word will travel back and the Magisterium will give up on them. And hopefully on punishing us.”

You look at the man you love, still recovering from your last encounter with the Magisterium. All you want is to keep him safe. So you sigh and stack the three books together. After you stand you hold them out to Kalluk, who gently takes them from your hands.

She gives you a motherly smile. “The two of you can stay as long as you’d like, but he should be okay to travel in a day or two. Just don’t get too vigorous in your nightly activities just yet.” She winks at you and then laughs as your eyes widen.

After she leaves, you sit on the bed with Lee. He kisses your temple and squeezes your hand. “Are you feeling all right with all this?”

Slowly you nod. “It’s the best thing, even though I would have liked to somehow use those books against the Magisterium. I suppose simply keeping the books from them still helps to foil their plans.”

“Small actions can add up.”

You lean into him, soaking in the feel of his body heat against you. “So what do we do now?”

“Eat dinner?”

“I mean… we can leave soon.”

The thought hangs in the air between you; neither of you want to broach the subject just now. Because once you do, everything changes. Lee leans over to kiss you instead of replying, for which you’re grateful.

As you sipped your beer in the corner, your eye caught on the man with the wide brimmed hat. He wasn’t out of place in the tavern, but he still pulled your attention in towards him for some unknown reason. You took another sip and watched the small flick of his wrist as he pinched the wallet off the large man waiting at the bar. You raised an eyebrow, but took no further action, wanting to see this play out.

The dark haired man with the mustache crossed the room to take a seat at a table with a drink. In that same moment the large man tried to pay for his drink but came up empty. As the man patted his pockets and looked at the floor, your eyes darted back to the thief. He was talking to his daemon, a large hare who had hopped in his lap.

When your attention went back to the now wallet-less man, he was stalking across the room. “Here we go, “ you said to your daemon, who nodded. You leaned forward, waiting for the show to start.

The large man knocked the hat off the other man from behind and then pulled him up by his coat so that the dark haired man was barely standing on his tiptoes. From across the room you could catch snatches of accusations and denials and you admired how calm the thief seemed to stay. Things were looking dicey for him, though.

“He’s cute.”

Your daemon gave you a sideways glance.

“What do you think—should we help him out?”

He considered this for a moment. “Nothing else going on and this could be interesting.”

“I’m so glad you enable my bad decisions.” You finished your beer in one big gulp and stood up.

The thief had his hands in the air as you strode across the room and shouted, “Darling! There you are!”

The larger man dropped the thief, who only had time to turn his head to you before you launched yourself into his arms and planted a kiss on his lips. You could feel him slightly stiffen in surprise, but he brought his arms around you. Your daemon bumped foreheads with his and whispered to her, “Follow our lead.”

You nuzzled the man’s nose and smiled. “I’ve been waiting for you—you know we have dinner scheduled tonight.” You turn to the other man. “Oh, hello! Is my fiancée troubling you with anything, sir?”

The man’s mouth was hanging open and his eyes flicked between the two of you. “He fits the description of a pickpocket been going ‘round here.”

You gave a throaty laugh. “Oh yes, my fiancée the master thief—that’ll be the day! Isn’t that just a riot, dear?”

The thief smiled with you. “I was just explaining to the gentleman that he had the wrong man.”

The big man glared. “Then you won’t mind if I search you.”

“Oh, of course not!” You turned the thief around to face you as the big man shoved his hands in the pockets of the leather coat. The thief looked scared, but you winked at him and he seemed to relax a little.

When the other man’s hands went into his pants pockets, the thief exclaimed, “Little close for comfort there, eh, pal?”

Coming up empty, the large man grunted. “My mistake, I guess.”

“Oh, no trouble at all.” You picked up the hat from the ground and gave it to the thief. “I’m famished, darling—let’s go.”

He took the hat and placed it on the table as he sat again. “Of course, my love—I just need to finish my drink.”

“Well, be quick about it.”

You moved to take a seat but he grabbed your arm and pulled you onto his lap. Your arms flew around his neck to keep yourself balanced and he quickly drew you in for another kiss. The other man walked away and the thief called after him, “Good luck catching that thief!”

You giggled and kissed him again. He tasted like whiskey and smelled like leather and fire. When he deepened the kiss, you opened your mouth and let his tongue flit into yours. Well, he was certainly a good kisser.

His lips left yours and he beamed at you. “So where did you come from, my guardian angel?”

You smirked. “You owe me half of what’s in this wallet.” You patted your pocket, where the large man’s wallet now sat.

“Angels don’t usually desire compensation for their good deeds.”

“And I wasn’t kidding about dinner—I’m starving and you’re buying.”

“I see—more of a fallen angel?”

“The Magisterium is going to come after you for your blasphemy.”

He pushed the tip of his nose against yours. “Let ‘em.” You smiled and he crashed his lips against yours again.

After a few moments of kissing, your stomach growled loudly. The man chuckled and helped you off his lap. “All right, I’ll spring for grub tonight since you helped me out of that tight spot.”

“Somewhere with actual, decent food.”

“So demanding, angel.” He slid his hat over his dark hair. “I know a place close by; shall we?” He extended his elbow and you wrapped your arm around it.

You exited the tavern, your daemons right behind the both of you. The man leaned in and said, “I’m Lee, by the way. Lee Scoresby.” He waited, but you just looked ahead.

When he stopped, you moved your arm around his waist. “Get me dessert, too, and you’ll get a name.”

He laughed loudly and started walking again. “Oh, this will be a fun night.”

You reached down and squeezed his ass. Lee’s eyebrows sprung up in surprise.

“And we’re just getting started.”

In the morning you tell Lee, “I want to bring Orla’s things back to the Geological Society. I know she has family and they deserve to know what happened to her.”

Lee nods. “We can leave tomorrow, if you’d like.”

Sitting up in the bed so you can look at him, you say, “You don’t have to take me the entire way—the Society will foot the bill for my travel back.”

He closes his eyes a moment and takes a deep breath. “Okay… so it’s time for that conversation, isn’t it?” Pushing the covers down, he sits up. “I’m not letting you go, angel.”

“I’m not asking you to.” Putting your hand on his cheek, you ask, “You think I’d let you go?”

With urgency, he grabs your face and kisses you, but pulls away quickly. “Whatever you want, I’ll do it. I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth and back.”

You shake your head and gently remove his hands, holding them tightly. “I don’t want that, Lee. You need to be free and so do I.”

“But you’re tied to where the Society tells you to go.”

“That’s true, but I also get to pick my assignments and choose my own research. I have a lot of freedom but also a steady paycheck.”

“And you won’t give that up.”

“No, I won’t.”

He groans and lets his head fall backwards until it bumps the wall. “Then what the fuck do we do?”

Your chest feels hollow and you wrap your arms around him. “I don’t know.”

“We have an idea.”

You look over at your daemon, who is sitting with Hester at the end of the bed. They both move towards you. Exchanging a look with each other, Hester says, “What if we are all together, but not together physically all the time?”

Lee furrows his brow. “What do you mean?”

Your daemon takes over. “We keep doing what we’ve been doing. Except instead of meeting unintentionally, we make plans to be in the same places.”

Hester nods. “Neither of you gives up anything.”

Lee frowns. “Except seeing each other all the time.”

“But you didn’t have that before.”

“Hester’s right,” you say. “We’d be gaining time together.”

“But would it be enough time?” Lee rubs his thumb against your palm.

“I think we would have to figure that out and see how much time we can spend with each other.”

“But what, a day here and there?”

“No, we could arrange to be together for weeks, maybe even months. Depending on what I’m working on and what you’re working on.” An idea pops into your head and you sit up straight. “Lee, I could even get you work with the Society! They always need things and people transported. It could be pretty steady, but you could go off to other places whenever you’d like as well.”

He scratches his neck. “I mean… I can pick up work anywhere. And having some steady work lined up would be nice…”

The hollowness inside you starts to dissipate. “Lee, this could work—we can make it work.”

Leaning forward, he cups your face. “And what if I miss you too much?”

You press your forehead against his. “Then we can renegotiate and reconfigure—nothing needs to be set in stone.”

He looks down at the daemons. “And both of you are on board with this?”

Your daemon leans against Hester. “We think it’s the best solution for now.”

Lee clears his throat. “What if we haven’t seen each other for a while and are… really missing each other.” He pulls you close. “You gonna find someone else to scratch that itch?”

“I love you,” you kiss him. “Whether we’re in the same spot or not, I love you and am always yours.” He kisses you again, deeper now. “Besides, I asked you already: how could I ever want someone else once I’ve had you?”

He cocks an eyebrow at you. “So… you didn’t…?”

When you laugh in his face, he just frowns at you. “Sorry! No, Lee—I was not celibate for five years. I’m not a fucking nun.”

He grunts. “I would have been surprised.”

“What I mean is… after you, I felt like I was always missing something.” You pull yourself onto his lap, your arms around his neck. “No one ever measured up to you, cowboy.”

He finally gives you a smile again. “I tried to forget you, you know.” Kissing your neck, he makes his way to your collarbone. “But every time, all I could think about was you. All I imagined was you.”

Trapping his lips with your own, you want to possess every inch of him. He belongs to you and you alone. And you knew it from the first time he was inside you—you will always be his.

Frantically you pull away from his mouth and roll onto your back, taking him with you. He hovers over you for a second, pushing away the blankets from around both your legs. As soon as you’re free of the entanglement, you open your thighs for him, already slick and ready for him. When you look down, you see his tip weeping right before he pushes it inside of you. There is little resistance, but still he goes slow, letting you feel every aching inch of him. When he reaches his base, he thrusts into you once, then takes his time pulling back until only his tip remains within you.

He repeats this several times while you whimper and claw at his shoulders. You want him to both continue this and to just fuck you senseless.

“What do you want, my angel?” he whispers.

“Faster,” your constricted throat rasps out.

Obliging, his movements do speed up, but only just a little. He’s still using his full, delicious length on you as you try to grip him with your inner muscles. Every time you clench, he groans.

You can feel yourself coming apart underneath him as he keeps a steady pace. A sound of desperation crawls out of you and you cling to any part of Lee you can hold onto for even a moment. Without stopping the rocking of his hips, he puts a hand on your cheek. “Look at me,” he purrs. When you do, your franticness dissipates. The stillness in his face belies the fact that he’s still moving in you.

Drawn into his gaze, you feel completely open to him— like he can see everything you feel. In the past, with anyone else, this would have terrified you. But it’s Lee and you find yourself wanting to let him see every dark crevice inside of you.

Even though your muscles relax now, your back laying against the mattress, your core is tightening every time he moves within you. With his eyes still fixed on you, he changes his rhythm. You shift your hips a little, which makes him falter for a second, taking in the sensations of the new angle. Oh, he hits that luscious spot buried deep inside you over and over.

His strokes become erratic as he whimpers, “I love you,” and grips the bedding. The look on his face and the feeling of him gushing hot inside you breaks you open and you come undone with him.

When he collapses on top of you, you answer, “I love you, too.”

The next day after filling the balloon and packing your things, you say your goodbyes to everyone who aided you in the town. Kalluk envelops you in an embrace and holds you longer than you would have expected. “Be safe out there,” she says.

“We will.” As you pass a bag to Lee, your hand inadvertently brushes against Hester’s side. Lee just smiles at you and continues to put the bag away. When you turn to say a final farewell to Kalluk, her head is tipped to one side.

“How interesting,” her daemon says.

You simply give them a sly smile and board the balloon.

Once the balloon is stable in the air, Lee wraps his arms around you. With your head against his chest, you can hear his heart beating through the layers of leather.

He kisses the top of your head. “Ready to go home, my love?”

You pull away just a little and put a hand to his chest. “My home is right here.”

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EPILOGUE

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Weeks later, while you’re sleeping, Lee is awake, sitting on the edge of the bed and trying to decide where to go next.

“Back to colder skies, Hester?”

“I’m built for them and so are you.” She burrows into his side as he scratches her ears.

“Tomorrow is going to be hard, saying goodbye. But… I’m not dreading letting her go as much as I thought I would.”

She cocks her head at him. “You’re concerned rather than pleased about that.”

He sighs. “Does it mean… that I don’t… or not enough?”

“Not on your life, Lee.” She looks at you, your face relaxed in sleep with your daemon under your arm. Every time she looks at either of you, warmth spreads through her chest. “We couldn’t love them any more. Or any less.”

He strokes your hair. “You’re right as usual, rabbit.”

“It will be hard, Lee.” Hester hops onto his lap. “But not like before. We’ll see them again soon.”

He hugs her to his chest. “I guess you’ll only have me now to put up with.”

“Someone needs to look after you.”

You groan and shift in your sleep. When you reach out your hand and find his side of the bed empty, you softly call out, “Lee… come back to bed.”

“Yes, angel.” He takes your hand and kisses it before climbing under the covers with you again. Wrapping his body around yours, he lets out a contented sigh.

As you both fall back asleep, Hester curls up with your daemon. “She had the same thoughts earlier,” he says.

Hester clucks her tongue. “Our humans— definitely made for each other.”

Your daemon licks her face. “As are we.”

That night you will all dream of new adventures, both together and apart.

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FiKi Week 2024: 22nd - 28th June

Welcome to one of our favourite events! Yes, the FiKi Week is back <3

During this one week of 22nd - 28th of June we encourage you to post all kinds of fannish creations (fic, fanart, edits, photosets, headcanons, music mixes, anything!) inspired by our beloved short but hot brothers and specific daily themes, which we provide.

This year, we return to the idea of quotes, in hopes that they might inspire a wide range of responses. And so:

Sat, 22nd of June:

“They say there are two kinds of hearts: the ones that love and the ones that go to war.” ― Unknown

Sun, 23rd of June:

“Love doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints; it takes and it takes and it takes, and we keep loving anyway.” ― Lin Manuel Miranda, Hamilton

Mon, 24th of June:

“Never have I known a soul more familiar than yours, more worn into softness, more moulded to the very shape of my fingers, so that they may curl in it and hold you fast and steady.” ― Unknown

Tue, 25th of June:

“Golden child, Lion boy; Tell me what it's like to conquer. Fearless child, Broken boy; Tell me what it's like to burn.” ― Unknown

Wed, 26th of June:

“Perhaps you should be scared. I am only what you made of me. Whatever you are, you are enough.” ― Unknown

Thu, 27th of June:

“Baby, we were born with fire and gold in our veins.” ― Unknown

Fri, 28th of June:

“You have always been my fate, my destiny, my happy ending.” ― Unknown

I'm sorry, I've been jotting those down throughout last year, but apparently I have been crap at recording the sources!

Please tag all your responses with #FiKiWeek2024 and/or tag us: @gatheringfiki and we will do our best to re-blog and spread the word!

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