#MERLIN THIS IS SO SWEET THANK YOU 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[gible-love-nibles-archive]

It's Valentines day yeehaw

[gibles-lovely-selfships]

"I can't waits to talk about B.rothers.hip to my friends!" i exclaims with excitement.

Little did I know. It would be a feature. A creature feature. Featuring.

The creature. (Merlin of @wizard-selfships fame making a T.en bot and fucking Getting Me) [ref]

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[faulix]

Not anon but even though we don't talk a lot I think that honestly? You're super awesome. You have those super cool vibes(tm) if that makes sense! I see your art from time to time and it is *chefs kiss* spectacular. I hope that you've had a good day today ;w;

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[mako-neexu]

please do give a summary!! and thank you 🥺❤️

i got busy with dream striker asdsjkfh but heres the summary:

basically 80% of the Servants take their leave and return to their home countries- or at least where they're located considering the earth is bleached. And Santa Martha picks Nemo to be 2023 santa this time so he's named Nemo Porter. After taking on the role of santa, Nemo insists on guda and mash to stay and fully relax in the border then after nemo leaves BB helps guda and mash secretly assist santa nemo by making sure his route is safe wherever he goes.

over the week, we get to learn that nemo took on being santa because he wants to give someone a gift. you see how even king hassan himself warned nemo about it then later on merlin stops nemo for a while because of just how risky the operation is and tells them that its practically near-worthless given what they're going to do, then BB with guda and mash not to ask nemo about what hes planning.

nemo's objective all along is to gift guda their chaldean uniform- the very Master from years ago who collapsed right after a battle simulation as soon as they came to Chaldea. its really sweet...

it was a highly risky voyage considering time travel itself is near impossibility and could absolutely destroy Nemo's saint graph into nothing should he even breathe wrong during the Zero Sail or during his time at 2015 chaldea. so "no changing the past" is something that was absolutely integral to the time travel. even telling past-ritsuka about how special the uniform is would cause everything to fall apart. (this is also why the event is named like this btw 7 days of preparation and delivering presents and 8 years of traveling back far into the past)

after going through against the harsh upcurrent (and even seeing guda's nightmares especially Garden of Lostwill), nemo and the crew eventually safely travel back to the past, with nemo wearing meuniere as a disguise. there, he sees cerejeira, some old staff... and finally Romani Ar- "Man in a Lab Coat".... which the Man almost instantly realize its not "Meuniere" beneath but maintains friendliness regardless. they have a chat- a small chat of world fighting for survival to which the Man in a Lab Coat expresses his opnion that there is no right and wrong in a battle for survival. that the victor only gets to have the right to see what happens next.

then the conversation finishes and "Meuniere" asks the Doctor for two pairs of white gloves. to which santa nemo gives to the present guda and mash as his christmas present for both of them, after having delivered past-guda's uniform for them to use later on.

ok cut now for lore stuff

basically the most striking detail albeit small, changes everything.

"Announcer" - Prologue of the Fuyuki singularity

"CHALDEAS" - Christmas 2023 event

this basically means that it wasnt an accident that Fujimaru Ritsuka became Humanity's Last Master that day. it means that CHALDEAS itself literally planned for fujimaru to pass out in the simulation to delay their arrival from the bombing, setting the battle simulator to "Senior" or highly difficult on their first day.

CHALDEAS. CHALDEAS itself chose ritsuka that day. it could probably be because no one was highly as compatible with servants as much as Fujimaru Ritsuka themself. and considering its true purpose is to fulfill marisbury's grand order, it must have chosen them for that reason? theres not much info on chaldeas that i remember but if you consider this, then that changes everything from the start.

[legacyshenanigans]

Hii, it's me again 😊 I don't want to be greedy, but I hope you don't mind writing another one for me? 🥺 I have this headcanon since the first Herbology class, where Prof. Garlick introduces MC to the other students as 'the newest rose in our garden'. And Sebastian's face is just looking like he is thinking 'A rose... yeah that fits MC'. Perhaps you could write a little script post? 🥺❤

(Sorry for my bad english 🙈)

Hi! Of course 😊 you're not greedy don't worry 😁 here's a little something 😊

Will be using she/her pronouns for MC, but you can read it differently if you wish :)

The New Rose💚

When MC walked in to the herbology class, Sebastian instantly sensed it, he looked over from his pot seeing her talk to Professor Garlick, his eyes lit up thought he was trying to play it cool.

Professor: *Sweet smile* I'd like to welcome our new rose to the class.

MC stood and smiled at everyone, before locking eyes with Sebastian, who she'd obviously been already acquainted with since kicking his ass in a duel, and gave him a delicate grin, Sebastian stood, hands at his front and gave her a smile back.

He watched her as she set up next to him, the light in the green house making her look so bright and flawless, Sebastian couldn't help but stare, Professor Garlick was right when she said "Rose", She was perfect. He looked her up and down, before bringing his eyes back up, realising she was looking at him, he snapped himself out of his daydream with another grin at her.

MC: Hi *coy smile*

Sebastian: Hey, it's, erm, it's nice to have you in here with us.

MC: Thank you, its nice to be here *even sweeter smile*

"God, she's so beautiful" he thought to himself..Wherever she went around the classroom, Sebastian wasn't far behind, MC walked towards the chomping cabbages, looking at them with interest, he slid up next to her, clearing his throat.

Sebastian: Fascinating aren't they?

MC: Absolutely *giggles* look at them, they're kinda cute.

Sebastian: Yeeeah, heh..I love these things.

He reached out his hand towards one, when it suddenly snapped it's mouth closed, forcing Sebastian to shriek and fall back into a large bucket of water. MC began laughing uncontrollably

MC: Oh good merlin! Are you alright?! *still laughing*

Sebastian was embarrassed beyond belief, sat there in the water bucket, his legs hanging out if it, and his arms keeping himself up at the sides, soaking wet, the irritated expression on his face turned soft though once he looked up, seeing MC holding her hand out to him with a giggly grin on her face, once again the light of the sun in the greenhouse catching her just right, he smiled not breaking eye contact with her, grabbing hold of her hand, she really was a beauty to him, the most beautiful rose he'd ever seen.

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[annasghosts]

Here's some other Jily fics I love!! Part 1 here

Love Is Complicated by @theesteemedladydebourgh : Three years. Longing. Academic shenanigans in Egypt. Almost-kisses. A snowed-in office on Christmas Eve. Or, the one time James Potter’s (who is not Indiana Jones, no matter what he thinks) spur of the moment passion quest isn’t for an ancient artifact.

This was the first muggle AU I've ever read so it has a special place in my heart! James is both hot and dorky and Lily's pining is *chef's kiss*

Everything but the Kitchen Sink by @ghostofbambifanfiction :consequences ensue when James Potter drunkenly promises to bring his arch-nemesis to his friend's wedding as his date. Oops?

James is horny AND terrified by Lily (as he should be!!)

(Didn't I?) (Didn't I?) Didn't I See You Crying? by @wearingaberetinparis : James Potter has fancied Mary Macdonald for as long as he can remember. Everything about her is practically perfect, except for – if he were being honest and he always liked to be – her choice in friends. For Mary’s best friend, Lily Evans, is a right shrew and, much to his dismay, the Head Girl to his Head Boy. Lily Evans had disliked James Potter with a passion after their first interaction on the Hogwarts Express. A dislike that turned into hate – never mind that she also has an infatuation going, but no one needs to know about that – as soon as he decided to make her life a living hell. Unfortunately for her, he also decided (a few years earlier) that her very best friend in the world was the worthy object of his affections. (Which was fine, really. She wasn't about to cry over it, for Godric's sake. She was a strong and independent young woman, thank you very much. And yes, perhaps she was a little in love, but it was all for nothing, so she had to keep calm and carry on.) Certainly, their complicated past would result in major disaster if common ground was not soon established. For the love of Merlin, though, why did either of them think it would be a good idea for Lily to help James woo Mary Macdonald?

This is peak idiots in love! Lily, my love, why would you play cupid for your best friend and the boy you have a crush on?? 🥺

And all the pieces fall by @downn-in-flames : When Puddlemere United picks up the infamous James Potter’s contract, the entire program is thrilled… with the exception of one assistant coach by the name of Lily Evans, who had really hoped she'd never see him again.

HOT, HOT, HOT!! A great enemies to lovers with a very intriguing plot. BAMF Lily alert!

On a Scale of One to Ten by @petalstofish : Lily starts falling for an insecure, yet charming auror named James who is recovering from injury in her ward. No one else on staff will sit and talk to him, mostly due to septic skin covering most of his upper torso. Lily, however, finds him charming and funny. Naturally, when James' injuries start healing, he grows more and more handsome. The other healers suddenly take interest in James, romantically, and Lily grows jealous.

So wholesome!! Such a sweet take on Jily falling in love ❤️

[corneliaavenue-ao3]

Sorry Hannah, I didn’t save the Hinny microfic since I typed it here 😔 but I got another one! Guessing you liked the first one? 😳 if so Dobnny approves!

Desire Set Ablaze (microfic Hinny)

He trailed kisses up and down the column of her throat. Taking his time nibbling on the sweet spot that would always have her dragging her nails down his back. He remembers when he first done it a weeks ago, he was shocked but quickly realized that the desire to make her come apart was becoming stronger with every passing second.

After reluctantly moving away from her delectable throat. Harry had to bite his bottom lip once he saw Gin’s freckled face scrunched up in both equal pleasure and annoyance of him no longer feasting upon her. If you ask him, that look rivaled her blazed one that she would give him before ever kissing him.

Hell, if only he had a camera he could take a picture of her right now just to show her hot fucking breathtaking beautiful she looks. The way her creamy breasts, that were decorated in a constellation of delicious freckles were slowly rising and falling. Even the two love bites he’d given her that were starting to darken close by her pink areolas, had made her look even more exotic. Honest to Merlin, he couldn’t help but stare at her, while she slowly opened her eyes and set her eyes upon him.

Who would’ve thought that sneaking out to the pond by the Burrow, while the rest of the family were doing chores would be the best bloody idea he ever had. He knew that their time under the blistering sun would surely come to an end soon. It was only a matter before either Ron or Hermione would make an excuse themselves so they could have a bit of a “walk” around the grounds of the Burrow. Yeah, as much as he loved his best mate, he wasn’t keen upon having him interrupt this moment he had with Gin-

“Oi! Are you going to just going to stare at me or can we continue?” Gin’s voice brought him out from his thoughts, Harry watched as she raised a brow smirked.

“I was just giving you a break, Giner-”

Before he could finish saying her name, Gin hand used all her strength to roll them over. His hot and sweaty back was now against the prickly grass. As he felt his girlfriend proudly straddle his thighs; Harry could only stare at the way each freckled thigh was now keeping him pinned to the earth beneath him. Not that he was complaining at all. Fuck, he could never complain, in reality this was his plan all along.

“Never, call me Ginerva…do you understand that Potter,” Gin gritted out as she slowly trailed her hands up and down his chest.

“Why not it’s your name isn’t it? Ginerva,” he smirked at the way her eyes narrowed at him.

“Seems like you’ve become a bit cocky, I’ll have to find a way to bring you down off your hippogriff.” Gin had said in a mock serious tone.

“Oh really, now how will you do that-” Harry had started to ask but realized that his girlfriend was clearly steps ahead of his game. He felt her lips begin a burning path down his chest, all while his treacherous body was begging for her to continue.

“Gin, you don’t-have to,” he groaned as he watched her red hair fan out all over his navel, she had quickly made it so close yet so far from his length.

“Oh, I most definitely do. Be a good boyfriend and hold my hair, will you?” Ginny smirked back at him, only seconds before watching her pink tongue lick the tip of his-

Woah, anyways that’s all I got for you my sweet-innocent little Hannah-Banana, hopefully this gets you through the day. Even though we both know that Dobnny is OTP, I suppose multishipping Hinny would be alright.

— sincerely yours, Dobnny anon

🥺

don't worry, dobnny anon, I have the og ask

thank you for taking time away from your otp to write hinny. i love your hinny, it is great.

I am scared to see if you ever write dobbny smut

[southfarthing]

Genuinely admire how positive you are about everything!! Whether that’s faramir (beloved) or Merlin or anything in between you’re so enthusiastic like an actual ray of sunshine ☀️ ☀️☀️ You’re also super talented, I love your art!!

— ithilienns

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 this is so sweet my beloved thank you so much 🥺 im just being unwell about things but im glar that translates to positivity dhdhdjd and thank you omg!! 😭😭🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

[pyjamacryptid]

hi! i just wanted to say i love love love love your blog so much! even when i drift away from merlin for a bit, it’s so comforting to see your merlin posts and reblogs on my dash, and your tags always make me laugh. i recently read one of your merlin fics, too, and it was so, so, sooo sweet! you 10000000% capture their personalities and bickering perfectly lol sorry if this was a weird and scattered ask, but i just wanted to say!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 No no no no, this wasn't weird at all! This is the sweetest ask I've ever gotten, thank you so much! You've got me blushing lol!! ////////

I'm also so glad to hear you enjoyed my fic so much, and my characterisations of the lads! That makes me so happy, fr.

[merlinsbudgiesmugglers]

Black swum at the edges of her vision, and NENA swayed

MISSY!

A morning in bed where he urged her to be quiet so they wouldn’t wake Dora. 😳😳😳

MA’AM!

Hundreds of I love yous and thousands of kisses. Years and years of tiny moments of the man she adored, who she would never see again. 😭😭😭

CHICA!

“If I’d gone with him, he might not have…” she trailed off, unable to say the word. 💔💔💔 (was this foreshadowing for Tonks going to the battle!!!!!!)

For the love of MERLIN! (she what I did there 😏)

“I love you, you frustrating woman.” 🥹🥹🥹

Please explain what I did to deserve getting my heart ripped out and thrown into a grinder! I’m just an innocent Gryffindor trying to stay clear of any altercations with Hufflepuffs. Just you wait, smut and angst will be sent to you (separately of course I’m not a monster 😅)

Thanks for the fluffy gift 🥺 I wasn’t expecting that, very sweet/evil of you!

Hufflepuff- 1

Gryffindor-0

Oooh....some smutty angst (or angsty smut?) might be next on the list to write.

Ted and Andromeda on their last night together when they think she's going to marry someone else?

(I'm very very glad you enjoyed it. I'm already preparing myself to be destroyed by your fic)

[julesblackthorns]

happy birthday, alex!! 🥺 it’s always so nice to see you on my dash (i love your merlin posts and tags and your blog altogether, really!!); i hope you’re having a wonderful one and i wish you the very best! 🤍

ems!!!!! omg thank you babe 🥺 i love seeing you on my dash ALWAYS you're so sweet and you post some of the most stunning gifs (feel very blessed to be able to rb them!!) i've ever seen!! i've had a lovely day, i hope yours is going great too 💖

[rillils]

RILS IVE JUST FINISHED MERLIN SEASON 2

AND I AM SOBBING

I REPEAT

I AM SOBBING

TEARS ARE RUNNING DOWN MY EYES EVER SINCE MERLIN TOLD HIS DAD THAT HUNITH WAS HIS MOM

AND I AM CRYING SO MUCH OH MY GOD

AND ALSO, SOMETHING THAT GETS ME SO SAD FOR SOME REASON IS

WHEN ARTHUR WAS GOING TO FIGHT THE DRAGON OUT ON THE FIELD AND ASKED THE KNIGHTS THAT THEY COULD LEAVE AND BE FINE OR THEY COULD COME WITH A PROB 99% CHANCE OF DYING

AND MY BOYS, MY MOST PERFECT, MOST NOBLE, MOST HONORABLE BOYS, THEY ARE KNIGHTS FOR A REASON RILLLSSSSS THEY GAVE UP THEIR LIVES FOR CAMELOT AND I AM GONNA GO CRY AND KMS BRB 😭😭😭

i am typing this with tears running down my eyes excuse me

MERLIN SHOWING THE DRAGON MERCY AND PROMISING TO KILL HIM IF HE EVER COMES BACK IS AMAZING I LOVE HIM FOR THAT

also, lets go back a few episodes

THAT EPISODE WHEN MORGAUSE HAD SHOWN ARTHUR HIS MOTHER

WHEN MERLIN COULDVE HAD ARTHUR KILL UTHER WHILE THINKING THAT MAGIC CAN BE A GOOD THING

BUT INSTEAD HE CHOSE TO LIE AND SAY THAT MAGIC WAS BAD BECAUSE HE KNEW THAT ARTHUR WOULDVE HAVE REGRETTED THAT DECISION, THAT ARTHUR WOULD NEVER HAVE HAD FORGIVEN HIMSELF FOR IT

MY BABIESSSSS 😭😭😭 MY BOYSSS 😭😭 MY SWEET SWEET BOYSSS

MERLIN BABY 😭😭😭

YOU ARE STILL SO YOUNG AND YOU HAD SUFFERED SO MUCH. AND FOR WHAT?? BECAUSE OF MAGIC?? HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG?? WHAT WAS IT THAT MADE MAGIC SO WRONG IM GONNY CRY AMD JUMP OF A CLIFF

THEY DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG

id say more things but im too busy crying to even make my brain work

I NEED A HUG 😭😭😭

SWEETHEART 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I feel for you, I really do, honey 🥺🥺😭😭 I remember all too well what a trainwreck of emotions season 2 was!!! The episode with Morgause, when Merlin amd Arthur shared their memories of the parents they had lost, and it was such a beautiful and soft moment 🥺🥺 And then Merlin sacrificing his chance to have a normal life and not having to hide his magic anymore, because he cared too much about Arthur and he didn't want Arthur to have his own father's blood on his hands 😭😭😭😭😭😭 AND LATER, ARTHUR THANKING HIM FOR MAKING HIM SEE THAT MAGIC IS EVIL AND DANGEROUS 😭😭😭😭😭 I'M CONVINCED NOW, OUR BOY MERLIN JUST KEEPS PULLING STUNTS LIKE THIS BC HE LOVES TO MAKE US CRY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

THE KNIGHTS!!!!!!!! The knights being 10000000000% ready to die by Arthur's side because they're so fucking loyal and they love him so much 😭😭😭

AND AND AND Merlin's dad??!?!?!?? The fact that they were robbed, YET AGAIN, of the time they could have had together, it just breaks my heart 😭😭 And I think- it's been a while since I rewatched the show, but I think this was also when Arthur was trying to comfort Merlin in his own way, and told Merlin that "no man is worth your tears" while Merlin was helping him put his armour on?? Without realizing that the man in question was Merlin's dad and that Merlin had had to watch him die 😭😭😭😭😭😭 THIS SHOW, I FJUKCNIG SWEAR AJFHSKHFKDLJDK

Baby I'm just, just sending you all the hugs in the entire world, okay, all of them 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 Please be strong, sweetie 🥺😘😘😘💖💖💖💖💖

[arrthurpendragon]

I would love to see Nerissa as s canon character, your fic got me an impression that she's inspired from Lynette in The King's Damsel (og Quest for Camelot) her and Arthur look so good together as well, and imagining Merlin having a sibling would be wholesome 🥺

D'awwww!!!! Thank you!!! So super sweet of you to send me an ask! (Can you tell Quest for Camelot inspired The Prayer??? hahaha. Just kidding)

as promised: 🍪 🍪 🍪🍪 🍪 🍪

[navybluetriangles]

1, 6, 9, 10, 18, 26

Ohh thanks 😁

1. First celebrity crush

I don't really get celebrity crushes, in fact the less I know about an actor/musician/etc, the better. Did kind of have a thing for Eoin Macken as Gwain in Merlin, but that might have just been the swoopy power of his hair and beard ✨

6. Little thing that nmakes you extremely happy

Lots of little things make me happy. Right now it's my sweet peas, this is my 3rd or 4th year of trying to grow some and the first time I've had the attention span to make it properly work and I'm just SO PLEASED. Also, little messages I've saved, from friends and people make me happy.

9. Best toy you ever got as a kid

I remember opening a Barbie horse and carriage toy when I was really young and just being SO excited by it. That's the feeling I associate with Christmas. Although one year our parents got us a trampoline and that was amazingggggggg

10. Do you express your emotions well?

Hmm, I think so. I'm pretty careful about choosing the right words to express how I feel, and I am careful to examine how and why I feel a certain way before I say anything. It's why I get frustrated when people don't understand why I feel a particular way. Like, I'm telling you why I feel like that, if you can't understand it, at least accept it. So maybe I'm not as good as I think...

18. Do you like or dislike surprises?

I like them. I can get a little bit uncomfortable if surprises involve an audience, but I love a small surprise, or a private surprise. 😁

26. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

I tend not to actually sleep with them, I have a few teddies that have places they can sit and look from. But I have Pebbles, my soft sheep (his label described him as 'Chubby sheep' 🥺) who I will absolutely cuddle and sleep with if I feel cold, lonely, in pain, or just want to. He's very good at catching tears. ☺️

[fates-theysband]

Fate isn't the best when it comes to giving out a kiss. Writing a novel where the two characters exchange one? That, he could do. But actually giving one to you? Well, he's done it before. But there's something special about giving one under a mistletoe. And the best he shall try.

His kisses are a bit quick, but soft. It's ironic since time seemed to almost slow down when he gave you one. A small hum from him as you opened your eyes and saw his flustered expression. It was cute, wasn't it?

"Well then. Excuse me for a moment- you enjoyed it? You did? That... that's reliving to hear. Thank you."

im gogign to fucking explode and die forever merlin how could you do this to me (or in normal terms: thank you i love this so much you're so sweet 🥺)

[ohsomightypeaches]

😃 how did I miss it when it came out?! How?

Summary: You and Jack play house for a day.

I see you coming for me starting with the summary. The actual chapter hasnt even started and im already 🫠🫠🫠 Will I survive? Will I be yearning? Is it time to rewatch golden circle for the 2928477526th time? I can't watch Merlin die another time man. Not to mention the meat grinder.

Appaloosa: An American horse breed best known for its colourful spotted coat pattern.

Ah yes. How fitting. Why did Jack with that stupid American flag helmet in that jet just pop into my brain 😃

You stretch languidly as Jack drapes his arm over you, warm and heavy, his bare skin finding yours under the duvet. His baritone rumbles in your ear. ‘Mornin’, darlin’.’

We are 4 sentences in. We cant be yearning already. Pls. 🥺 STAHP (please don't stop)

Jack shifts, taking his weight off one elbow so that his hips slowly but surely brush against yours. ‘We’ll have to take a shortcut.’

So... that's not a no. 👀

‘How about I show you how hard I can ride, cowboy?’ You grin against his lips. ‘Will it put your mind at ease, sir?’

‘Just testin’ how well you stay on a buckin’ bronco,’ he sasses back at you with a debauched grin.

💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 pls

Champ owes him fifty bucks, and he intends to collect.

LOL. Champ you set them up what do you mean. 💀🤣

And he doesn’t have to wait long. He’s just finishing up the last of his slice at the dining table when he hears movement down the corridor to the guest bedrooms. There’s a flush of the toilet and a trickle of water, then Jack emerges in just his jeans, head down while he does up the fly.

Wh.. WHY ARE YOU IN THERE EATING THE CAKE KNOWING THEYRE STILL THERE

‘Mornin’ sunshine,’ pipes up Tequila, louder than he needs to. He enjoys the way the normally calm and collected cowboy jumps a foot in fright.

again WHY DID YOU GO INSIDE THE HOUSE. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT. 💀💀💀

Tequila flashes him a shit-eating grin. ‘C’mon, a thank you would be nice. I drove into town specially to get you those rubbers, you know. Did I get the sizing right, by the way? Not too loose?’

NOT TOO LOOSE 💀💀💀 im screaming 💀💀💀 TEQUILA NO

‘Like recognises like,’ winks Tequila.

💀💀💀💀💀 pls. I'm dying.

‘I can’t,’ he protests. ‘I gotta collect your dirty laundry and strip the beds. Bet I only need to strip one bed though.’

💀💀💀 i cant with him 💀💀💀💀 TEQUILA NO. (As he does not have a known government name the full word will do)

‘Mornin’ sweetheart,’ calls out Tequila with a two-fingered salute. He turns to Jack and pronounces, ‘Well, she hardly looks rode hard and put away wet, does she?’

💀💀💀💀💀💀 ksjdhxbsklsjjdje 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 nooooooo 🤣🫣😭 what is wrong with yooouuuuuuu

Whistling at Jameson to follow, Tequila calls out over his shoulder in farewell. ‘Keep your saddle oiled and your gun greased!’

I had to look up what this meant. 😃

He chuckles. ‘I’m not sure who will want to wring your neck first - Poppy or the Italians.’

LOL

You know he doesn’t mean to, but your heart sinks at his casual mention of days after - how many more do you have left before it’s just… after? 

Right after the nice domestic kitchen scene?!?! 😭😭

He has you panting into the Wyoming night sky, the sweet sound of his name on your lips something that he will remember you by - months from now, when he sits on the porch on his lonesome, another cohort of strangers fast asleep in the bed that you two once shared on a crisp midsummer night.

MAAM NO HOW DARE 😤 had to throw in the angst at the end why 😭 we were having such a great time yearning.

🥲 I suppose we gotta get through the angst to the other side but man I'm not ready. Im glad you had fun writing Tequila because man what a menace 🤣

V ║ Appaloosa

Jack Daniels x f!reader

{ Part 4: Strawberry Roan | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist }

Rating: E

Summary: You and Jack play house for a day.

Warnings: This is filthy, light angst, feelings, flirting, insecurities, sexual innuendoes, protected sex, fingering, dirty talk, language, mention of food, no use of Y/N

Word count: 2.9k

Notes: Cowboy Jack and his Darlin' are back. This is a bit of a transitional chapter as we move into the second part of the their week together, and shit's getting real 🥺 I know it's been a while, and I hope this doesn't disappoint ❤️

Appaloosa: An American horse breed best known for its colourful spotted coat pattern.

Jack can’t remember the last time he missed his alarm. 

When he slowly comes to, the room is quiet, the digital beep from his phone that you must have switched off but an echo in his ears. He exhales heavily through his nose and turns onto his side, where he finds you burrowed into your pillow.

You stretch languidly as Jack drapes his arm over you, warm and heavy, his bare skin finding yours under the duvet. His baritone rumbles in your ear. ‘Mornin’, darlin’.’

You smile as he presses a kiss to your temple. You mumble back, ‘Morning, cowboy.’

‘Sleep well?’

Shifting onto your back and blinking up at his face hovering just above you, you nod and let your gaze trail over his rumpled hair, his warm eyes, still hooded with sleep, and lips curled into a gentle smile. The morning light spilling through the window chases away the tailend of the chill from last night, and the air in the room is ripe with the musk of sex and slumber. You hum and pull him in for a chaste kiss.

‘Do the horses need feeding?’ you ask as he settles between your thighs, holding himself above you on elbows either side of your face.

‘No, I left the feed out for them last night,’ he answers, but stays still otherwise, as if he’s letting you take the lead on how this morning should play out.

You run your hands down his back, sliding slowly against his skin as you feel goosebumps bloom in their wake. Cocking your head to the side, you say, ‘So theoretically, if your guests don’t feel well -’

Jack’s brow immediately furrows in worry. ‘You don’t feel well?’

You shake your head, soothing your palms over his lower back as you reassure him, ‘No, I feel perfectly well. It’s just,’ you pause and bite your bottom lip. ‘Just theoretically - could we stay one more night?’

You can tell it’s not what he expected to hear, but the way his gaze darkens just ever so slightly doesn’t escape you. His voice comes out deeper when he finally says, ‘But we’re going to miss all the sights we were going to see today.’

With a slow nod, you reply, ‘I know.’

Jack shifts, taking his weight off one elbow so that his hips slowly but surely brush against yours. ‘We’ll have to take a shortcut.’

You don’t mean for your words to come out so breathless, but they do anyway. ‘I understand.’

Jack’s voice drops to a throaty whisper. ‘We’ll have to ride extra hard tomorrow to make up for lost time.’

‘How hard?’ you prompt, wrapping one leg around his waist, your breath hitching when you feel his hard length sliding through your folds.

‘Very hard,’ he breathes through gritted teeth, his large palms cupping your ass and squeezing greedily, pulling you flush to him.

‘How about I show you how hard I can ride, cowboy?’ You grin against his lips. ‘Will it put your mind at ease, sir?’

Jack groans and takes your lips in a searing kiss, rocking against your dampening core before pulling back to growl, ‘Not fuckin’ likely, darlin’.’

Jack’s never been one to cut work. Hell, he’d never even taken a sick day until his wife’s accident. After the funeral, he’d packed up his truck and headed straight into the woods, where he spent the entirety of three months in silent solitude in the depths of the forests.

Then he went back to work, and he’s never stopped since.

But right now, he can’t bring himself to care that he’s putting a blemish on his perfect record - not when his eyes are on your tits as you bounce on his cock, the pulse in your neck rabbiting under the scrape of his teeth when you throw your head back, nails digging into his shoulders and grounding him to the moment. In the back of his head, he hears the bed creak underneath, an off-key violin to the tune of your gasps and moans.

‘Fuck, darlin’, you ride me so well,’ he praises you, one hand coming down to smack you on the ass, which makes you stutter something incoherent as your pussy clenches around him.

‘Told you so,’ you somehow manage to reply smartly, prompting a growl from him as he thrusts up into you so hard that you nearly fall off his lap. ‘Jack!’

‘Just testin’ how well you stay on a buckin’ bronco,’ he sasses back at you with a debauched grin.

You bite your lip, hips desperately grinding against his. So close that your insides are trembling, you let his comeback slide, begging instead, ‘Do it again, Jack, please, gonna cum -’

He leans forward and presses a desperate kiss to your lips, his words catching in his throat as he feels you break around him. ‘Anythin’ for you, darlin’.’

Tequila’s battered truck rattles up to the Halfway House a few minutes after nine, the metallic grunts of the engine breaking the still of the morning. Jameson sits patiently on the passenger side, but his tail is thumping excitedly on the seat at the sight of his favourite playground in the mountains.

Whistling to himself, Tequila rounds the truck to let the border collie out, who bounds headfirst towards the paddock. Looking up, he grins at the sight of the three horses still in the stables.

Champ owes him fifty bucks, and he intends to collect.

He knocks anyway - his mama taught him manners - and he gives it a couple more tries before letting himself in, leaving the door ajar if Jameson wants to come in. 

The house is silent, only the floorboards creaking under his boots as he makes a sweep of the living space. Remnants of the night before are scattered about in wine-stained glasses, empty dishes and dying embers in the fireplace. 

He gotta give it to Jack. Man’s got moves.

Humming quietly to himself, Tequila pulls open the fridge door, the interior light flooding him in orange as he pokes his head inside, and his eyes light up at the half-eaten chocolate cake. He shrugs and reaches for it - might as well have a second breakfast while he waits.

And he doesn’t have to wait long. He’s just finishing up the last of his slice at the dining table when he hears movement down the corridor to the guest bedrooms. There’s a flush of the toilet and a trickle of water, then Jack emerges in just his jeans, head down while he does up the fly.

‘Mornin’ sunshine,’ pipes up Tequila, louder than he needs to. He enjoys the way the normally calm and collected cowboy jumps a foot in fright.

Rubbing his palm over his eyes, Jack groans and stumbles over his words. ‘Oh fuck. Sorry, I meant to call. Our guest - uh, she isn’t feeling well, so we’ll be staying one more night. So that she can - get better.’

Tequila crosses his arms, one eyebrow arched. ‘She isn’t feeling well, huh?’

‘Yeah, um - something with the food,’ mumbles Jack as he stalks over to the kitchen sink to pour himself a glass of water, which he downs.

‘Losing your touch in the kitchen, Daniels?’

‘Shut up, Teak,’ glowers Jack, steadfastly avoiding his friend’s gaze as he busies himself with moving the dirty dishes from the kitchen counter. He turns on the hot water and squeezes far too much washing up liquid into the stoppered sink. Grabbing a sponge, he begins to aggressively wash up.

Tequila watches with a pleasant smile and comments, ‘Funny choice of attire when our guest can walk in any moment, by the way.’

Spinning around with soapy hands, Jack opens his mouth, ready to make up another excuse - when his eyes alight on the box of condoms haphazardly ripped open lying in plain sight on the table in front of the other cowboy. 

Pointing what he hopes is a menacing finger at Teak - as menacing as it can be with suds sliding off the tip of it - he growls, ‘Not a single word from you, understand?’

Tequila flashes him a shit-eating grin. ‘C’mon, a thank you would be nice. I drove into town specially to get you those rubbers, you know. Did I get the sizing right, by the way? Not too loose?’

Jack resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. ‘How did you even -’

‘Like recognises like,’ winks Tequila.

Rolling his eyes, Jack turns back to the dishes and says, ‘Just get the fuck out of here before she wakes up.’

‘I can’t,’ he protests. ‘I gotta collect your dirty laundry and strip the beds. Bet I only need to strip one bed though.’

The front door whines on its hinges - it really needs a good oiling - as Jameson runs into the house, barking at the sight of Jack, who gives him a wet pat on the head. 

He freezes when he hears another door creak, but before he can sound the warning, you pad out of the corridor and into the living area in just his shirt, your eyes still squinty with sleep.

‘Did I just hear a dog -’ you stop abruptly in your tracks when you spot Tequila waving to you.

‘Mornin’ sweetheart,’ calls out Tequila with a two-fingered salute. He turns to Jack and pronounces, ‘Well, she hardly looks rode hard and put away wet, does she?’

You blink, your limited morning brain power preoccupied by Jameson, who’s shimmied up to you wagging his tail. Scratching him behind the ear, you try to muster a response to Tequila’s rather cryptic remark. ‘I mean, um, maybe not in so many words -’

Jack cuts in from across the kitchen. ‘Darlin’, do not answer that. It’s a southern sayin’ and he’s just tryin’ to wind you up.’

Tequila wriggles his eyebrows at you playfully. ‘Wind up the birthday girl? Never! Happy birthday, by the way. I’m guessing Jack showed you a good time?’

‘Get outta here, Teak!’

He surrenders with his palms up, vacating the kitchen table. ‘Alright, alright, no need to shout, Daniels. I’ll be back tomorrow then. If you decide to stay another night, just send a text,’ he pauses and gives you a suggestive wink. ‘We can always send a car to pick you up instead at the end of the week.’

Whistling at Jameson to follow, Tequila calls out over his shoulder in farewell. ‘Keep your saddle oiled and your gun greased!’

As the door shuts behind him, you burst into laughter. 

‘What the hell did he just say?’

The afternoon light filters through the half-drawn blinds over the bathroom window, casting shadows on the tiled floor that only grow longer as the lazy hours tick by. 

The water has long gone tepid, your plans for what was meant to be a quick bath alone derailed when Jack climbed in after you.

The condoms are in the bedroom, and neither of you are inclined to leave the tub, so he has you spread in his lap, your tits heaving just above the waterline. Bubbles cling to your nipples as Jack draws slippery circles on your clit, sucking hot kisses onto the side of your neck.

‘Harder, Jack. Mark me, please,’ you beg. His cock is hot and heavy in your hand, and you feel him twitch as your words hit home.

‘Yeah? Want me to fuckin’ brand you, darlin’?’ he growls into your ear before sucking on your skin so viciously that you cry out, thrusting his fingers into you as you start to cum. You stroke him harder, feeling him tense behind you before a violent shudder goes through his body, harsh breaths in your ear as he lets go. ‘That’s it, darlin’. So good for me, cummin’ so hard on my fingers like that while I mark you -’

You slump bonelessly into Jack’s chest when your high passes, and you tilt your head backwards so that he can kiss you fully on your mouth, tongues meeting languidly, your nails sliding into his wet hair to pull him closer.

Nose in your temple, he eyes the blooming hickey on the base of your neck with a deep grunt of satisfaction.

Jack’s voice is warm against the shell of your ear as he ambles up behind you, big palms leaning on the kitchen counter on either side of you. ‘Is it regressive of me to find the sight of you cookin’ very sexy?’

You smile, not looking up as you measure out the dried pasta. ‘It might just be that I’m wearing nothing underneath your shirt.’

You shriek when he draws up the hem to see that you’re not lying, ducking to press an open-mouthed kiss to the side of your naked hip before wrapping his arms around you.

‘What’s on the menu, chef?’ he asks, chin on your shoulder.

‘Carbonara,’ you answer, the ingredients you found laid out on the kitchen counter, along with the freshly cut parsley that Jack got from the garden.

‘With cream and peas?’ he asks dubiously.

You toss him a look over your shoulder. ‘Didn’t peg you for a pasta snob, cowboy.’

He chuckles. ‘I’m not sure who will want to wring your neck first - Poppy or the Italians.’

‘Good thing I can count on you to get me out of a spot of trouble, can’t I?’

‘Depends on how good that carbonara is,’ he teases, letting out an exaggerated oomph when you gently elbow him in the stomach in rebuke. He adds, ‘You didn’t have to cook, you know. I would’ve been happy to do it.’

‘You deserve a break,’ you say as you crack an egg for the sauce. You pause, the words caught in your windpipe as you hesitate. When they do come out, you don’t sound as nonchalant as you would’ve liked to. ‘And I wanted to show you that I can feed myself when you’re not around to cook for me, cowboy.’

It’s the first time any mention of what lies beyond this week has been articulated between you two. The air shifts, and for a split second, the unwelcome weight of reality suddenly looms over you, all-consuming - until you feel Jack shuffle on his feet behind you.

His calloused palms close over hands - you’ve completely overbeaten the egg mixture while your mind wandered - and you set the bowl and fork down, your restless fingers gripping the edge of the countertop instead. 

‘I have no doubt you will manage without me,’ he says, almost diplomatically.

But when his hands find your waist again, he holds you tighter.

Out on the deck, next to the stairs, stands a serious-looking telescope. Over the carbonara - a home run, by the way - you remind Jack he promised a couple of nights ago that he’ll show you the constellations. Warm from eating in front of the fire, you venture outside afterwards with just a thick blanket draped over Jack’s shirt, your legs bare from mid-thigh down.

But the cowboy’s not very inclined to keep his end of the bargain.

‘I could fuck you all day,’ he hums distractedly into your neck.

You roll your eyes fondly. ���You have fucked me all day.’

‘I want to fuck you all day tomorrow, too.’

‘Cowboy -’

‘And the day after.’

 ‘Jack - ’

‘And the day after that.’

You know he doesn’t mean to, but your heart sinks at his casual mention of days after - how many more do you have left before it’s just… after? 

After this week.

After this trip.

After Wyoming.

After Jack.

You can hear the sands shifting. You can no longer tell the top of the hourglass from the bottom.

But you can’t dwell on that - not now. 

‘You said you’ll show me the stars, cowboy,’ you try to redirect the conversation as he slides a hand under the shirt and squeezes your breast. You arch into his touch - it is beyond your comprehension how your body is still responding after all that he’s tirelessly wrung out of it today.

‘Don’t worry, darlin’,’ he quips, his other hand delving underneath the layers to cup your bare pussy. ‘I’ll make sure you see stars, all right.’

Then he bends you over the white railing - the blanket discarded at your feet and your shirt hitched up around your waist - you faintly hear the clink of his belt buckle and the rustle of a condom packet before he’s pushing into your wet cunt. 

Your bottom lip stings as your teeth close over it, his fingers lacing with yours on the bannister as he thrusts into you. His moans fill your ears as you take him, his cock ramming into you so hard that you’re pinned to the railing on your tiptoes by the sheer force of his fucking.

‘You can be as loud as you want, darlin’,’ Jack coaxes. Facing the other way, you can’t see him, but you can almost hear his teeth grind as he fights to hold on. ‘Let me hear you, please, I need to hear you -’

He has you panting into the Wyoming night sky, the sweet sound of his name on your lips something that he will remember you by - months from now, when he sits on the porch on his lonesome, another cohort of strangers fast asleep in the bed that you two once shared on a crisp midsummer night.

Notes: It was so much fun writing Tequila into this chapter after Jack and Darlin' have had so much alone time together! I know this was quite a short chapter compared to what's come before, but I think a lot of my anxiety was actually coming from chapters running (which means more time and more editing), so I think we might be seeing more compact chapters from now on.

I'm thrilled to see so many new readers these few weeks, but I noticed that most only like the chapters. This is a gentle reminder that comments and reblogs are strongly encouraged ❤️ We writers put in so much of our free time on our fics, all we ask for is meaningful interaction to keep us going!

Horsey notes: I was googling Southern sayings that Tequila could deliver as a punchline, and ridden hard and put away wet was so perfect that I laughed out loud when I discovered it because it was so on-theme!

The phrase describes someone who looks unwell, and has a horsey origin. You never put a horse away wet if he's sweaty or washed down, they should always be towelled or brushed dry. This is covered in the last chapter when Darlin' scrapes Whiskey dry after hosing him down.