#like i have to tell you what your beautifully weaved words have done to me

[theganymedes]

if you ever see me having a three page long internal monologue socratic seminar ted talk video essay breakdown discussion post in someone’s reblogs, just know that you should read that story expeditiously.

[violetasteracademic]

If you could make ONE (only one) book boyfriend real, have him as your life partner and live happily ever after with him, who would it be?

I looooove that this question is going around! Let me tell you, I have a clear and unwavering answer to this and it has remained unchanged since the moment I first laid eyes on the ink pressed into the paper describing this man.

Maxantarius Farlione.

I have to admit, I'm not sure why Daughter of No Worlds is not more popular. I mostly see Serpent and the Wings of Night being the most commonly discussed Carissa Broadbent book when it comes to the online space. But The War of Lost Hearts trilogy is one of the most sweeping, breath-taking, and beautifully written fantasy romances I have ever read.

Let me introduce you to Max:

Officially licensed art by: alicia.mb.art

I understand Max so deeply. He is no doubt a Virgo who just wants to live in peace in an isolated cottage and be left alone with his garden. But he also has a heart so full of love and loyalty, and is one of the most trustworthy, passionate (even if in his own cynical and reserved way) reliable, and green flag filled MMC's I have ever read.

This book completely altered my brain chemistry and made me love tropes I was usually neutral to or annoyed by because they were so well done: Grumpy x Sunshine, reluctant hero, ect. This man may want to live in peace and tend to his garden, but at the tiniest spark of meaningful hope and belief that things that change, he will throw down harder than anyone, even if he is a little cranky about it along the way. I genuinely would want to live my life alongside this man, and I can see us starting a non profit together providing artists and writers grants to fellow women and children like me who struggle with debilitated chronic illness and struggle to keep afloat in this capitalist hellhole in which we reside here in the US.

I feel like I'm just pitching this book now, but one of the things I love about Max and Tisaanah's relationship is the deep respect they have for each other. They believe in their cause and their fight because they believe in each other. They believe in a future of peace and safety and prosperity because they want the other to have it. They are both such incredible people in the eyes of the other, and it makes them believe in the greater good. Maybe that's cheesy to some, but I thought it was so beautiful.

Somehow Carissa Broadbent is able to weave the fight for bettering the world alongside all of these small tender moments that make it all worth it. It simply wouldn't work as well if they didn't look at each other like they paint the sky.

Anywho, here are some of my favorite Max moments:

"I figured you should have something both beautiful and functional, like you."

He said it so quickly that it almost didn't register. I whipped my head around to look at him. "Max," I breathed, touching my heart with exaggerated awe, "you think I'm functional?"

A dancing smile glinted in his eyes. "I think," he said, "that you are breathtakingly functional.

Our life settled into a pulse, a heartbeat, a collection of breaths. In the silence between them, I memorized the cadence of Max's barefoot steps padding down the hallways at night, the way one single muscle in his throat twitched when he was stressed, the whisper of a laugh that always followed one of my quips (however unfunny). I learned that one side of his smile aways started first - the left side, a fraction of a second before the right - and that he loved ginger tea above all else and the list of things he wasn't made for.

And, in turn, he quietly memorized me, too. I knew he did, because one day I realized he had long ago stopped asking me how I took my tea and we mysteriously always had a never-ending stock of raspberries, even though I knew he didn't like them.

The way I look at it", he said, very solemnly, so quietly that his words slipped into the air like steam, "you didn't forget what you were. I think you remembered. And I hope no one ever again has the fucking audacity to tell you otherwise.

I had forgotten that people could be that way. I had forgotten that someone, somewhere, was painting terrible pictures of their wife in a garden. I was so far gone that I didn't even remember that that kind of mundane contentment actually existed, least of all in the same moments as such terrible things. [...] I thought, 'Well. I can make a garden.'

He stepped outside, shivered, looked up at the sky, and declared, "I'm not made for this," before wandering back into the house.

I quickly learned that Max was apparently only "made for" an exceptionally narrow set of environments, temperatures, activities, and interactions.

I couldn't honestly go on forever. I could write every single thing Max has ever said in this Tumblr post. I love him, your Honor. And now my heart is aching and soaring, and it's time for me to do a reread.

[spicyicetea]

OKAY SO HAVE FUN READING BECAUSE THIS IS STUCK IN MY HEAD.

squish.. squish... squish

with every second that passed, link squished y/ns cheeks over and over again. if someone was looking even just a little closer, they could tell how links eyes were sparkling as he squished y/ns cheeks. although her cheeks were nearly sore, y/n didnt feel like complaying. Links warm hands felt soft against her cheeks, and the sensation was more than just comforting.

Zelda on the other hand has been brushing y/ns long hair for so long, that y/n couldnt even remember when it started.

"Link", links flinched a little, as if he just woke up from a trance. Link thought y/n didnt like him squishing and practically needing her soft skin, so he lowered his hands.

"oh dont worry, you just seemed a little distant. i just wanted to see if you were okay", y/n guided links hands back to her face.

"y/n can i braid your hair?", Zelda asked. "braid my hair?", as far as y/n remembers, she never had anything done with her hair.

"you never braided your hair?", a surprised expression made its way on zeldas face. "I'm not sure if i even know what it means", y/n smiled, turning her head to look at zelda. "but you can do anything you want with my hair!", y/n allowed zelda. to those words, zeldas face lit up and she lifted her hands to start braiding y/ns hair.

...

"aaandd done!", zelda clasped her hands together. she had finished loosely braiding y/ns hair. y/n stood up to look at her hair.

the braid reached down to her waist, and she twirled around in her dress, and the new sensation of her hair. she always just had her hair open. never bothered by it.

Zelda admired y/n and her beautifully done work with a huge smile and tears nearly forming in her eyes. link on the other hand had flushed cheeks and his nose bleeding

EEE YESS I shall include this in the story at some point. Might as well use this as an opportunity to say the updates won’t be as frequent due to school work but I shall try. Don’t mind me as I add on to this cause I can’t stop myself- Enjoy this and some headcanons about them playing with Y/N’s hair for all the romantic interests I’m gonna include in the story, spoilers I guess-

Yandere behaviour and NSFW topics

Zelda threw her arms around Y/N as she just looked back at her confused. Link wiped the blood from his nose as he shot an envious glare at Zelda who gave him a smug smirk back. Y/N was clueless as always, just enjoying spending time with the two Hylians. It wasn’t uncommon for their rivalry to lead to fights, but never in front of their little Angel!

Now onto the headcanons!

Our Yanderes playing with Y/N’s hair

Link

He is very eager to play with your hair.

To him it's a sign of trust, he gets to braid your hair and you can play with his when he's not busy.

He hates watching other people, especially Zelda, play with your hair.

Usually, he has you sit in his lap but this can make him rather...excited so try not to wriggle too much

Zelda

She is always playing with your hair.

She likes to put her hair clips in your hair and often weaves her favourite flowers as a way of claiming you.

If she sees another knight around Hyrule Castle even touch your hair, she will demand they be executed.

But hey, it's all because she loves you.

Urbosa

She doesn't often play with your hair.

Don't get me wrong she enjoys it but, would much rather have her hands on your shoulder.

Unlike Zelda, her way of marking you is by having you wear some of her jewellery

Or dark hickeys she's given you while no one looking...that works too.

Mipha

Mipha enjoys running her hands through your hair.

She doesn't do it often but she is eager for any physical contact with you away from the others.

She tends to give you cheek kisses while playing with your hair though, she enjoys that far more.

Revali

It isn't easy for our bird boy to play with your hair.

He does however thread his feathers into your hair as a way of claiming you

It's also part of the Rito’s mating ritual, but you didn't hear it from me-

Sidon

Surprisingly, he doesn't play with your hair for a long period of time.

Usually, because he gets distracted and it becomes far more intimate-

What can I say, Shark boy likes to bite you and stake his claim.

Robbie, Purah and Impa (Yes you get them all together-)

These three love to play with your hair.

Impa likes to try out traditional Sheika hairstyles on you

Robbie lets you okay with his hair while you give each other wild hairstyles

Purah like to run her hands through your hair while going over research, she can focus best when you're in her arms

Kohga and Sooga (My Yiga Husbands-)

Both of them are obsessed with you, and very open about it.

Sooga will sit you down in his lap, and play with your hair while Kohga lays his head in your lap, usually kissing your stomach repeatedly.

They are very intimate any chance they get, and to touch your hair, they're very close.

Please don't push them away if they try and touch your hair, Kohga will whine for hours on end and Sooga will feel like he did something wrong, so be nice.

Ganondorf

The moment you're close enough for him to play with your hair, you're not getting away.

He will hold you against him while runs his hand through your hair over and over, his spare hand rubbing your inner thighs.

He also most definitely likes pulling your hair if you “misbehave”

He wants to give you freedom, but with the champions looking for you, and the Yiga betraying him and going after you, he just can't let you.

Don't fight him, there's no use. If you submit I can promise your life will be so much nicer. You'll be truly treated like his queen.

Ah, that's it, my hands hurt from typing so quickly. Im gonna go back and look at sexy Ganon, man I'm down bad for this man.

[scrapsovereign]

Obedience Brings Blessings Part 2/2

Summary: Astarion and Gale attempt to make it up their misuse of the Weave to Tav. They’re successful…mostly.

(Ascended Astarion x Gale x Tav, 5k of NSFW under the cut, aftercare gone wild, frottage, oral sex, m/m/f threesome, multiple orgasms, double vaginal penetration, fainting after orgasm)

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Holding Tav to him firmly, Astarion presses a kiss to the sweaty locks of his most precious thing.

“Shh now, little love. Let’s get you out of these restraints, I think we’ve had enough of these for one day,” he says tenderly, breaking apart from her to locate the wizard.

There he is. Gale has finally sat up and cantripped away whatever mess he made on himself. Astarion nods at him, then over to the ropes. The wizard’s mage hand unties the knots from the bedpost while he carefully removes the ones on her wrists, murmuring words of comfort to her.

Astarion draws Tav around to face him. He envelops her in his embrace as he lays them down, patting the other side of the bed in an invitation to Gale.

He kisses the sore wrists, massaging her aching arms and shoulders with his sweaty forehead pressed to hers. She pulls him close to her then, encircling her arms around the back of his neck as she sobs quietly on his chest.

Moving cautiously as not to startle her, Gale comes up behind Tav and holds her around the middle like she’s going to evaporate if he lets go. He can’t believe this is real, that he’s finally holding her like this. He presses the back of her body tightly to him, burying his face in the crook of her neck with a shaky exhale.

“It’s alright, my love. You’ve endured your punishment beautifully for humiliating me earlier at the Lords’ Council,” Astarion’s thinly veiled criticism disguised as words of comfort give Tav pause.

“Is that what this is all about? I knew you were upset about something, but I didn’t know that was how you felt. That’s not alright. Can we just…talk things out next time? Go in with a united front instead of snogging each other senseless on the carriage ride over?” Tav sniffles, clinging to him like he is her only salvation.

“But of course, my treasure…I will grant any wish your heart desires. Well, as long as it’s not leaving my side, I might take issue with that,” he murmurs to her, grateful she is laughing weakly in spite of the tears that still stream down her face.

Gale presses a kiss to the back of her head, his heart cracking in two when she breaks out into a sob.

“Tav, are you going to be okay? That was a terrible amount of stimulation to bear- tell us how we can make it up to you, please…” His voice cracks, wracked with guilt over how upset Tav is and how he had selfishly contributed to her current state.

Tav frowns.

She rolls around to look at him, freeing an arm that had been wrapped around Astarion to pinch the underside of Gale’s bicep.

“Ouch! What did I do to deserve that?” He recoils from her and rubs the spot with a clammy palm, genuinely unsure what he has done to deserve any punishment.

Tav attempts to clear her throat from the vestiges of Gale’s crimes. “Oh I don’t know, maybe conjure an unknown mass of tentacles to violate me while you suck off my husband and then torture me further after they’ve been dispelled?” Tav rasps out.

“That would be one way to describe your grievances against me,” Gale gulps, looking over Tav’s shoulder, his attention drawn to the knowing smile on Astarion’s face.

“He has tormented you terribly, hasn’t he darling?” Astarion gloats, tracing his fingers down her sides.

“You both have! Astarion, you’re a menace. And Gale…I really don’t know why I expected you to act differently,” Tav’s eyes darken, frightening and arousing Gale all at once. “You’re all talk. You pretend to be a gentleman, but the levels of degeneracy you will stoop to knows no bounds. Deep down you’re a depraved, desperate man, no matter how hard you pretend to be otherwise.”

Tav’s reprimand goes straight to Gale’s cock. He suppresses a whimper when he feels it twitch between the slick valley of Tav’s thighs.

“Are you turned on by being scolded?” Tav raises an eyebrow with her question.

“You’ll find I am aroused in general by the proximity of your persons,” he murmurs, punctuating his statement with a thrust of his hips, letting out a soft moan as the head of his cock disappears between her thighs. “To more accurately answer your query: while both excite me, I prefer praise over punishment.”

Astarion sees what’s going on. He reaches underneath Tav’s leg, re-adjusting Gale’s cock so that it is sandwiched between her labia.

“And praise you shall have, should you continue to be a very, very good boy for us,” Astarion purrs, his hand gently twisting at the head of Gale’s erection as he pulls it away.

Gale’s breath hitches, shivering at Astarion’s words and the touch of his hand, the feel of Tav’s soaking wet, hot sex against his. “While your attentions are appreciated and welcomed, I distinctly recall asking how we could pleasure Tav,” he counters, thrusting his hips forward, expecting to see Tav quiver in ecstasy.

While his move has the intended effect, he doesn’t anticipate how he feels when he rubs it past the swollen button of her clit. Tav is indescribably beautiful when pleasure washes over her, so much that it makes both his heart yearn for her and his cock ache to be buried inside her. He moves his hips slowly, savoring every delicious sensation from a part of her that has been forbidden to him- until today.

Astarion licks his lips, his own erection inflating to full hardness again from watching Gale slowly fuck Tav’s thighs. “Does he make you feel good, little love?” He mutters as he kisses her temple, her ear, her neck.

Tav isn’t sure how to reply. They’ve never discussed or individually entertained the thought of sharing a lover or seeking separate ones. She’s of the mind that allowing Gale into their bed could be some twisted attempt at testing her loyalty, but she’d better think of a reply soon. Astarion can get…testy if his questions are left unanswered.

And it better be her honest feelings, he does not take kindly to being deceived.

“Yes,” she answers simply, her muscles stiff, bracing herself for his stern correction.

She isn’t given one.

“Good. Chase your pleasure on him, I want to see you unravel in my arms,” Astarion rumbles, rutting his own hardness between the cleft of her cheeks.

Tav groans in half-relief, sinking into the embrace of her two lovers. She isn’t relaxed completely, no. Something is off. Missing. There is a shoe somewhere that hasn’t been dropped yet.

“Were it not for your demands, I would have been responsible for the total sum of potential orgasms,” Gale breathes, eagerly canting his hips to thrust himself between Tav’s legs.

That’s the missing element.

The bickering.

Tav moans softly as she realizes it, leaning her head back against Astarion’s chest. She bites her lip as she feels her core clench from the slippery glide of Gale’s large, thick cock.

“That’s only because I’ve allowed you the opportunity to earn it with that impudent mouth of yours. Is prattling on the only thing it’s good for?” Astarion snarls. He adjusts and angles himself between her legs, biting down on his lip with a suppressed moan when the head of his cock grazes Gale’s.

A suspicion arises in Tav’s mind that Astarion and Gale have unknowingly used their verbal sparring as foreplay before. It is all but forgotten as her body commands her to abandon all rational thought for the debauchery it craves. She slides along the continuous, decadent, throbbing line of Astarion and Gale. She pants and whines between them as a familiar pressure begins to build, rutting along the path to her sweet relief.

“I can only deduce that I’m quite the cunning linguist…if my…earlier performance was inadequate you would not have…allowed me to participate,” Gale argues in between thrusts. He leans forward to kiss down Tav’s jaw and neck, groaning at how good the vampire and his consort feel grinding on him, on each other.

“My darling treasure…only deserves the best,” Astarion gasps as he feels Tav’s pelvic muscles rhythmically clench above him. She’s mere seconds away from her release.

“So…why is she… with you?” Gale breathlessly teases with a condescending smirk as he continues to thrust forward, gazing into Astarion’s fluorescent red eyes as they flash dangerously at him.

“You ungrateful wretch…I’ll show you exactly why,” Astarion grits out through elongated fangs, grabbing a handful of hair at the back of Gale’s head.

Astarion kisses Gale with a growl, their teeth clacking together, their tongues sloppily dancing between them.

The aggressive display sends Tav over the edge. Her hips stutter as she cries out, her muscles fluttering atop the erections that pump and drag across her fluttering sex.

Gale smiles like a lunatic when he feels her release flutter and clench over him, deepening the kiss with Astarion. He possesses a sense of accomplishment and pride blooming in his chest at their contentious teamwork. Astarion must have felt it too, Gale feels Astarion’s hands grasp at his flesh to slow his hips, letting Tav down easy from her orgasm.

Tav, much to her frustration, has not had the lust setting her ablaze doused.

“Don’t…Don’t stop…please,” She sobs, still rutting desperately on the two men she is caught between.

“Patience darling, patience,” Astarion coos, kissing the top of her shoulder. He smiles against her skin as he stills her.

“Have you made a person squirt before, Gale?” Astarion asks as if he was inquiring what the wizard ate for dinner last night, peeking up at him with a half-lidded smolder.

Gale’s mouth goes dry, “Not outside of the weave.”

“Hmm, I thought so. Would you like a demonstration?” Astarion waits for a reply from Gale, watching with amusement as the other man struggles to find his words.

“Aww, the thought has rendered you speechless, hasn’t it? How cute,” Astarion flicks Gale’s nose, chuckling as Gale scrunches his face and recoils.

“Bah! It’s not that…golly. I…I uhm. Might I…assist? If I am correct, the clitoris will require intense stimulation, which I am more than happy to provide,” Gale stutters, unable to look the couple in the eyes with his request.

Astarion cackles. “Oh, you sweet thing. You must be wanting it in a terrible sort of way if you’re breaking out the ‘golly’ and proper anatomy for us. Would his participation be alright with you, dearest?”

“Please, yes, I need more,” Tav whines impatiently, meeting Gale’s soft gaze with desperate, hungry eyes.

Gale doesn’t waste any time eagerly sliding down the bed, hooking Tav’s leg over his shoulder. He groans as the flat of his tongue tastes Tav’s slick labia. He takes his time dragging his tongue upwards, flicking it against her when he reaches the destination of her swollen nub.

Tav cries out as Gale fastens his mouth to her, flicking and swirling her clit.

“Gale, yes! Oh fuck, please don’t stop, I’m gonna cum, please,” Tav keens, her pleasure climbing as she nears her peak once more. Gale finds a spot that seems to make her squeal particularly loud, battering it ruthlessly until Astarion makes a fist around his half-up ponytail, yanking him away from her.

“Damn you Astarion, I was so close,” Tav protests with a frustrated whine that turns into a gasp when Astarion releases Gale and lifts her leg up to the side.

“Hush, Darling. Fear not- I promise you’ll you cum again but it’s going to be rather intense. Ready yourself for me,” He positions his aching length at the notch of her entrance, shivering as he feels her muscles clench above his tip.

Tav gasps as Astarion breeches the opening, instinctively pushing back against him to plunge him deeper, craving the delicious way he fills her up.

His hands grasp at her hips to hold her still momentarily, feeling a warmth blossom in her core as he changes the angle of his hips to massage his cock head against a spongy wall inside the front of her channel.

“Alright, Gale. Lick,” Astarion commands as he begins to undulate his hips against Tav’s backside. She jerks forward with a low moan as Gale begins to circle his tongue steadily at her clit again.

“More…harder, I need- Gale, bite it,” Tav moans out her instructions loudly as waves of pleasure begin to rise from her center.

“Don’t listen to her- pull back the hood and lightly brush your tongue atop what’s underneath,” Astarion counters, his perfectly styled white curls coming undone as he batters the secret button hidden within Tav with his cock.

Gale lifts the hood of Tav’s glistening bud with his nose and just flickers his tongue along the surface, teasing it oh-so-very gently.

“Oh gods, I-ahhh! I’m going to!” Tav announces her impending orgasm, her hoarse voice ringing clear above the squelching and slapping noises Astarion makes as he drives into her.

Tav comes with a shout, baptizing Gale’s chin with a spray of slick, viscous fluid. He groans as he feels the heavenly liquid wash across his face, the vibrations from his throat dragging out her orgasm. It drips down his throat, rivulets of her fluids running over the scars of the orb, soaking the silk duvet they lie upon.

Gale is very, very glad he listened to Astarion.

He remains between her legs, giving little slow kitten licks to her angry pearl until she’d ridden his face to completion…

…and shortly resumes thrusting against his face, orgasm number three not far behind.

“My love, I need you deeper,” Tav pleads, reaching back to grab at Astarion’s hips from behind her.

“Deeper where, treasure?” Astarion smiles wickedly, capturing Tav’s hands behind her back with his strong arms. He relishes her pathetic mewling, feeling her clench and tighten around him again as Gale brings her ever closer to the edge with his self-proclaimed “talented tongue”.

“Inside my vagina- need you to fill me- please! Astarion, I ache for you, please…” Tav sobs out, her voice strained and her throat dry from her cries of ecstasy the two men are responsible for.

Gale’s jaw must be cramping by now with how he’s eating her cunt like it’s his last meal. Poor puppy. He could use a break, couldn’t he? Astarion clears his throat, meeting Gale’s eyes as he glances down Tav and up at him again. Gale reads his mind, stilling a moment to take a deep breath. He resumes his duties, pulling the hood of her clit with his thumb and pressing tender, sloppy kisses to the exposed, pink flesh inside.

Astarion feels her walls squeeze him tighter and tighter, his cock twitching in anticipation as he waits for the exact moment right before she snaps. She clenches around him hard, rhythmically, until he feels the first flutter of her looming release.

There it is.

He draws back to sheath himself inside her fully, setting a punishing pace as he snaps his hips against her, his tip pushing up and past the smooth surface of her cervix.

Tav’s climax rolls over her like a tidal wave, crashing into her, sweeping her back under into the sea of her persistent voracious desire. Her eyebrows knit together, irritated that her body is craving another peak after it finishes sweeping over her. She aches down to her bones for more, clenching hard around Astarion’s length as he stills his thrusts. Astarion pulls out of her with an audible pop, huffing a curse from how tight she is.

She lurches forward to pull Gale off her sex and taste herself on his lips. She reaches down to stroke his erect wand, smearing his leaking precum down his shaft. She’s still amazed at his size. He’s certainly bigger than any human has the right to be- though, the tentacles inside her had been much larger. At one point while Gale and Astarion were both distracted by Gale’s mouth, two tentacles had slipped into her, rubbing against each other as they plundered her body.

She feels herself clench around nothing at the memory and groans into Gale’s mouth, the sound making his hardness jump in her fist as she strokes him. The thought of Astarion and Gale competing for the same place in her womb, their cocks rubbing against each other only makes the inferno inside her burn hotter.

A whole body sensation of warm need thunders through her veins as her tongue glides along Gale’s, his breath becoming heavier as she slightly tightens her grip while she strokes him faster. If she can give both of them another release, then surely they’ll be up to the task to give her what she craves, won’t they?

Tav pulls away from Gale abruptly and sits up on her knees to examine the wreckage of the two men laying before her. Her clit twitches as her eyes rake over them. Astarion’s perfectly styled hair is undone, clinging to a face flushed with her blood, his lean and muscular body shivering with want as he looks upon her. Gale’s brow is knitted together in confusion and worry, his brown eyes sparkling up at her like she is his everything, his enormous cock leaking pearls across his soft and plush belly.

“I want you both inside of me.”

“Are you entirely sure you’re able to…?” Gale sputters, feeling himself flush with Tav’s sudden, matter of fact change in tone.

“Gale, please. The tentacles you summoned were much larger than the both of you and found some way to fit. I want you both to be able to…you were both so close to…” Tav searches for the right words, her useless mind bombarding her with erotic visions that are too lewd to speak of.

“We wouldn’t last terribly long. I was about ready to…uhm…” Gale stutters in embarrassment of what he had almost said aloud.

“Cum?” Astarion finishes Gale’s sentence for him and sits up, sweeping a hand through his tousled, mussed hair. “I see your predicament, pet. How about this: you get on your hands and knees for us…you show Gale what you can do with your pretty little mouth while I take you from behind?” He moves behind her, tracing his hands up the backs of her thighs, watching her shiver from his touch.

“Deal,” Tav bends over, smushing her backside with enthusiasm against Astarion, wiggling her hips in hopes that his erection finds its way inside of her.

“Greedy little thing,” Astarion chuckles, taking himself in hand to aim at her entrance. She tries to impale herself upon him but is stopped by his hand on the small of her back. “Ah-ah! Not until I see those sinful lips of your wrapped around the wizard’s wand,” he teases.

Gale takes the hint, getting to his creaky knees with a grunt. He gasps when Tav peppers wet, open-mouthed kisses from the base to underneath the tip, flicking and sucking the sensitive spot. She laps at the precum that leaks from his cock, pressing the flat of her tongue to put pressure on the slit.

Gale moans loudly, his eyelids fluttering shut. It’s the only thing he can do in the moment, her divine mouth robbing him of his prized loquaciousness. He gasps with open-mouthed shock as she takes him in her mouth. Her tongue writhes underneath his hardness, her eyes shut in concentration as his tip makes contact with the back of her throat. She pulls back, swirls her tongue around his tip and plunges forward with gusto.

The tempo of her mouth quickens when Gale begins to thrust against her. He’s gentle, annoyingly so. She balances herself on one hand, grabbing his hip with the other. She moves him to increase the speed and force until he is just how she wants him, properly fucking her face.

“Good girl,” Astarion growls, sheathing himself fully within Tav. The vampire and his consort both groan in relief as he starts to pound into her from behind, sending a shockwave of pleasure through Gale.

“I fear I will…ah! I won’t last long like this,” Gale cries out to the ceiling, trying to think of anything other than having his innermost fantasies play out before him.

Tav sings garbled noises of ecstasy around his cock, the vibrations rocketing him up towards his peak. Gale tries to delay it by imagining Elminster in a pair of thigh high boots and nothing else…

Astarion’s hands knead the ample flesh of Tav’s arse, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his scrotum slapping wetly against Tav’s engorged clit. Gale tries to stave it off a second longer, remembering all the times Tara had knocked a glass off the counter when she was hangry….

Tav gurgles below him, her mouth dripping with saliva and the early drippings of his spend…he remembers the muck and mosquitos near Auntie Ethel’s swamp hideaway…

Astarion’s mouth falls open to pant out lusty, staccato moans, sweat drips down his perfectly sculpted body…he remembers the horrid messes Astarion used to leave inside his tent…

Astarion presses down on the small of her back, biting his lip as he breathes in and out heavily through his nose, his hips beginning to lose their practiced rhythm.

“Tav, I’m- ohhh! Sweet hells!” Astarion keens, his whole body tenses and trembles, his face scrunches…

Gale can’t hold on any longer, not with the exquisite vision that is Astarion in the throes of ecstasy. A lightening bolt of pleasure strikes him, an explosion of white hot pleasure zipping up his spine.

Tav moans greedily around Gale’s pulsating cock as she is filled with their spend. Hot, thick ropes paint the insides of her throat and her fluttering sex. A thick line of saliva and cum forms between them as Astarion pulls her up by the throat to plunder her mouth with his tongue. Their lips crash together, Astarion rolling the pert bud of her nipple between his fingers as the other hand tightens around the column of her neck. He fucks mercilessly into Tav, her breasts jiggling from the force of his thrusts.

Gale, acting on an impulse, moves towards them. He joins their embrace, inviting himself into the moment by pressing his lips firmly between theirs. Astarion welcomes his mouth between them with a lick at Gale’s plush lips. He replaces his hand on Tav’s breast with Gale’s, his hand now free to grab a handful of the luscious, hairy flesh of his ass.

For the first time in months, the ache in Gale’s heart, the pain of longing and wondering is put to rest. Even if this is only for the moment, he’s wanted, he belongs. It spurs his desire, the spongy caverns of his cock inflate once more. He pumps his hand along the shaft a few times before pressing the head at Tav’s entrance occupied by Astarion.

“Gods Gale, yes, please,” Tav pleads breathlessly as she grabs his wrist, using it as a guide to push his erection inside her. She inserts two fingers into her slick, warm channel, pulling the flesh forward to make room. She inserts the head, a gush of slick and Astarion’s seed rushing out to coat Gale and ruin the bedsheets below.

Gale enters her slowly, hissing as his knees buckle from the glide of Astarion alongside him, how tightly she clenches around them. He summons a mage hand to begin tracing light circles around Tav’s clit, the kind that brought her to ruin at Astarion’s instruction.

“Relax, little love,” Astarion croons, elegant fingers gently stroking the side of Tav’s jaw. Her pelvic floor muscles loosen their tight grip, allowing Gale to seat himself fully within her. “That’s my good girl,” he moans sinfully, the presence of Gale’s girth adding to the maddening sensation of being inside of her.

Tav can’t remember her heart being so full, or her insides with the delicious stretch of the two men seated inside her. Gale starts to thrust in tandem with Astarion, relentlessly pressing a spot deep within her that makes her knees wobble. A pressure begins to coil low in her belly with an intensity she’s never felt before. Each thrust makes it wind tighter and tighter. She hears a low moan that she thinks belongs to her as her pleasure builds.

“Tav, please…cum for us…I can’t hold on,” Gale pants, feeling utterly wrecked by the warmth of his beloved that squeezes him, the smooth strokes against his aching hardness from his beloved’s cock.

“Yes darling…lose yourself in us,” Astarion encourages with a groan. He’s unsure how long he can hold back from emptying into her, and even less sure about Gale. He had told Gale earlier that only he gets to spill his release inside Tav, but the thought of their combined fluids dripping down her thighs almost sends him over the edge.

“Do you want us to fill you? Cum inside you?” Astarion groans as Tav clenches hard around them, gasping out her words of consent. “You’d like that? Being filled with our seed?”

Tav cries out and shudders, his words pushing her up to the edge into her climax. Her walls flutter and spasm, her body flooding with pleasure. Her hips stutter, her muscles shake, and yet she feels it crest ever higher, the sensations building up towards an unfamiliar height.

“I’m going to- ahhh!” she shouts, her hands clawing at something, anything to anchor herself. She finds purchase on Astarion’s slim thighs and Gale’s muscular shoulders, digging her fingernails in as her peak nears the edge of its precipice.

Bliss washes over Tav. She hears flesh slapping upon flesh, the wet squelching, the sounds of delight that rattle her dry throat. She feels the mage hand ghosting the exposed pearl of her clit, how the two men batter the sweet spot deep within, twitching and hardening before they paint her insides with their spend.

Tav isn’t frightened by her orgasm, despite her vision darkening, how it seizes her entire body, how her legs and arms go numb. She melts into nirvana, the powerful wash of chemicals satisfying the desire that had ravaged her.

She floats peacefully in oblivion until she ponders how she arrived, feeling a sharp pang of loss when she realizes Astarion and Gale aren’t with her. Panic courses through her, a loud ringing floods her ears. Her anxiety spikes, the high pitched buzz masking something that suspiciously sounds like them calling her name. She lets herself fall away from the darkness, a light rushing to meet her, hurtling down ever faster towards their voices.

Tav’s eyes flutter open, seeing the outlines of silver and brown, ivory and olive skin. She blinks, the faces of her lovers coming into focus. Gale’s noble brow that has been knit in worry relaxes, Astarion’s ruby eyes that watched her intensely sparkle with relief.

“What happened?” She croaks, choking on the dryness of her throat. She feels a rush of hot fluid seep out of her abused sex as she coughs.

Gale is gone for a moment and returns, pressing a cool, metal cup against her lips. She parts her dry lips to allow the cool water inside past them, complaining with a whine when he moves it out of her reach.

“You came so hard you passed out. It’s happened to me a couple of times before, back when…when I was-” Astarion pauses before he shakes his head, an attempt to clear away the moment of vulnerability and the memory of his previous enslavement under Cazador.

“Poor Gale here thought you had a seizure or a stroke,” Astarion smiles, tenderly tucking a sweat- soaked piece of hair behind Tav’s ear. “Is that the first time that’s happened to you? You weren’t scared, were you darling? I know it can be terribly frightening.”

Tav nods. Astarion and Gale have been her first a lot of things, including passing out from an intense orgasm. “I wasn’t scared, but I panicked when I realized I was alone,” her voice cracks. Gale raises the cup to her lips once more, letting her gulp down a few more mouthfuls of water before he sets it aside again. “I’m better than alright, now that I’m with you both again.”

“Are you truly? I’ve read about such things occurring before, but to see you momentarily lose consciousness,” Gale babbles, wiping a cool cloth down the sides of her face and neck.

“Oh Gale. Nobody ever died from getting a good dicking,” Tav chuckles weakly.

The ponderous look that Astarion and Gale are wearing tells her otherwise.

Gale’s previously somber brown eyes widen suddenly in excitement.

Uh oh.

Tav knows that look. So does Astarion.

“If you would permit me an indulgence, I have quite the salacious idea for a spell modification,” he sits back, stroking his beard. “Entertain for me this: you’ve heard of ‘Power Word: Kill’, but have you heard of ‘Power Word: Cum’?”

Astarion snorts out a laugh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Gods, Gale,” Astarion snickers, fighting to keep his face straight. “But you might be on to something. That little idea of yours might be a great deal of fun. I suppose you’d like to stay for a few weeks to explore the libraries here in the city for your research? Spend some…quality time with us before Blackstaff resumes classes?” Astarion reaches up to twirl a lock of Gale’s messy brown locks between his pale fingers.

“Really? You’re sure?” Gale asks, his eyes twinkling with hope. “Tav, is this alright with you as well?” Gale takes her hands in his, kissing her knuckles.

“As long as you both promise to not use me as a test subject without warning me first,” Tav replies.

Astarion and Gale share a look of recognition for a beat before turning their mischievous gaze down towards Tav.

Tav shivers, a thrill running through her at the implication that it’s going to be a very long, unforgettable summer.

[oddella37]

Uprooted and Adjusted (Part 3)

Summary: After recovering from battle, Y/n has a choice to make. Return to her destroyed home or stay and make a new life.

Part 2 // Part 4 (coming soon)

The battle came to an end and everyone returned home.

Nearly everyone. I no longer had a home to return to. I was staying in a Marui, not far from Tsireya’s home, who I learned is the daughter of the Olo’eyktan and is the future Tsahik. Tonowari, Olo’eyktan of the Awa’Atlu tribe came to visit me regularly while I was on bedrest, as instructed by Ronal, his mate and Tsahik. He thanked me for being brave in the face of the demons and apologized for the damage done to my home.

I was instructed to rest for at least two days and that is exactly what I had done. I rested, only coming out to get food and get some time in the sun.

On my final day of rest, Tonowari once again came to my Marui to check in what I silently hoped was the final time. I appreciated his help, but I was a warrior back home. I did not need his help.

Tonowari had Ronal with him and they both sat with me while I weaved an intricately beaded chest piece since I had nothing better to do.

Ronal struggled to sit comfortably, her baby likely due and week now.

I bowed my head and looked at the leaders of this clan that had been so hospitable to me.

“Y’n,” Tonowari spoke, pulling my attention from my crafts. “I have gotten word back from your clan. There are very few of them left,” He breathed, pain obvious in his voice. I hung my head again as the dread built in my stomach once again. “They will be rebuilding, but I feel it only right to offer for you to stay here,” Tonowari looked in my eyes. I couldn’t help the tears that brimmed at my lids, not daring to slip out. “I cannot keep you here, but your Olo’eyktan says you are a mighty warrior and would thrive in our clan if you choose to stay.”

I stayed silent. I wanted to say no, to go back home and see for myself if my mother was truly gone, but I knew. If my Olo’eyktan was encouraging me to stay here it was because I had nothing to come back to.

“Thank you,” I looked at him. Ronal began to pick at my bandage, peeling it away from my skin. The wound was no more than a painful scab now. I turned back to Tonowari, “May I think about it?” I asked him.

“Of course,” He encouraged, giving me a soft smile. “Tonight we are going to have a celebration for our victory. We’ve sent our warriors back to Eywa and it is time we celebrate the lives we still have. You are welcome to join us. You can tell me your decision tomorrow.” He smiled softly and I nodded, looking down at the beaded piece in my hands.

“You should wear that piece you’ve worked so hard on,” He smiled at me. He was kind and encouraging, like a father I never knew. “It is a little formal,” I smiled at him, “Bright colored beads and a lot of shells,” I laughed.

“It is beautiful,” Ronal encouraged, “If you do not wear it, I may take it,” She teased, acting like she was going to snatch it from me. I laughed at her actions and looked at the piece. Maybe I will.

“I could always make you one,” I offered her. “If you can get me the beads of course,” I smiled and she only laughed

“I am Tsahik, I get as many beads as I wish.” She joked, gesturing to her chest piece she wore which was beautifully intricate. “You may be a good warrior, but I may steal you to make more of your beautiful art,” She smiled as her hands played with my hair.

“Whatever you choose to do, you will be of great use to our clan,” Tonowari interrupted. “However, with our foreigners, you may need to learn some of their language.” He warned me. I frowned at the idea of learning the demon language, but tried not to make my disdain obvious.

“Tonowari, may I ask what you expect from your warriors? Every clan is different,” I explained.

“Well our village has never been one for war until now. Our warriors mainly keep watch and help with fishing,” He explained. “We aren’t ones for war, but we do stay prepared to protect our people.” I nodded.

“Could I not create beadwork in my free time?” I asked, smiling teasingly at Ronal.

She laughed, “I guess it is possible.”

We all smiled and I couldn’t help but appreciate just how at home I felt with them and I haven’t even visited the village yet. “Tonowari, I think I will stay if it is okay. I feel more at home here than I ever did in my village,” I explained to him.

He nodded and gave me an approving smile. “How about I make your first mission keeping an eye on those Sully boys. They seem to keep getting into trouble. Along with my son, Ao’nung. If you can keep them out of trouble for the night we will call it even,” He teased.

I smiled and nodded, “Shouldn’t be too hard, sir.”

Tonowari laughed, “You would be surprised.” He warned before standing up. I hadn’t even noticed how Ronal had begun fixing my hair that had gotten messed up in battle. She hummed as she began undoing and redoing some of the braids. By the time she had finished she had two main braids on each side of my head that met in the middle at my Queue which of course braided down. The rest of it hung down, the natural curls flowing freely. I smiled at her finished product.

Tonowari had left to do Olo’eyktan duties a bit ago and Ronal sat in comfortable silence.

“I thought you may want your hair to look nice,” She explained, “Who knows, maybe you will meet your future muntxa.” She teased.

I laughed and shook my head, “Do not be silly,” I felt my face heat up at the idea.

“What?” She laughed, as if I were crazy, “You’re a beautiful young woman. Older than my daughter and she already shows interest in boys like that Lo’ak,” She sighed and I could tell she was unsure.

I smiled at her, “Eywa will guide her. Tsireya is a smart girl, she will make good choices even if we do not see them,” I assured her. Ronal sighed, knowing I was right, but not wanting to admit it.

“The celebration will take place after dark, we will feast and dance and I better see you in that top.” She gave on final tease as she stood up, walking out of my Marui.

I couldn’t help the smile on my face as I looked down, knowing I now had to make sure I finished this top.

I heard loud cheers from outside of my marui, knowing the celebration was starting. I smiled and put some final adjustments on my chest piece. It anchored itself around my neck, and hung down over my chest, strings of beads woven together, some strings hanging down and weaving back up into the top, making it drape beautifully. The back supported itself with two strings crossing each other and meeting at the piece that wrapped around the back of my neck. Shells small and large decorated the piece. I’d even had time to add some beads around my waist where my loincloth sat so everything would match nicely.

I peeked out of my Marui and looked around until I spotted several bonfires in the distance. The smell of food wafting in the air. They must’ve hunted for hours the past several days to prepare for a feast such as this.

After a few deep breaths, I wandered over to the celebration. In the distance I could see Tsireya helping with setting out the food.

I walked over and began helping her, it took a moment before she noticed me there and gasped. I jumped at her sudden gasp, looking at her to see what may have hurt her.

“Oh great mother, Y/n, you look beautiful!” She cheered at me, admiring my hair and chest piece.

A girl nearby looked up out of curiosity. I noticed her resemblance to the rest of the Sully family and smiled at her. I hadn’t the chance to introduce myself to all or any of them so I smiled at her. “I am Y/n,” I introduced, “Spider told me all about the Sully family. You must be Kiri? He speaks fondly of you,” I lifted my hand to my forehead to give her a polite, “Oel Ngati kameie.”

Kiri smiled fondly at me, “It is nice to meet you, Y/n. I hear you are the new clan member, maybe my family can stop being seen as the newcomers.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, “I can’t help but feel our different backgrounds may affect that idea” I tried to joke. She thankfully laughed, not taking my lighthearted comment in a bad way. Thank Eywa.

“Well it is nice to meet you. Maybe you can show me how you make such beautiful beadwork sometime,” She smiled and I couldn’t help the heat that I felt rising in my cheeks.

Once Kiri walked away, I turned to Tsireya and nodded my head, “I never thanked you for treating my wound. I am indebted to you,” I smiled, bowing my head.

Tsireya shook her head, “No, no. Do not worry about it. It was no big deal. I am just happy you are doing better,” She smiled and I nodded slowly.

After we finished setting up the massive feast, Tsireya managed to get her attention drawn away by one of the Sully boys, Lo’ak. I couldn’t help my laugh, watching them dance for a little while before spotting Tonowari a bit away chatting with someone. I smiled and wandered over, seeing Ronal not far away also talking. As I got closer I was able to see figures they were talking to. Jake Sully, Neytiri, and their oldest son, Neteyam.

Neteyam had a bandage still around his torso. He probably still had a little longer to head since his wound was worse than mine.

When I approached, I bowed my head to the Sullys, “Oel Ngati kameie,” I looked at them. Each of them responded back to me with kind smiles.

Tonowari gave me a proud smile and placed a hand on my shoulder. I couldn’t hide my grimace as he had squeezed my injured shoulder, but quickly masked it with a polite smile. Ronal happened to notice and swatted Tonowari’s hand.

Tonowari, realizing his mistake, lifted his hand and gave me an apologetic look before going back to his conversation. “Y/n is going to be joining our tribe,” He told the Sullys, leaning in to speak lowly to Jake. I was still able to pick it up and I’m sure everyone else could as well. “I told her to keep an eye on our boys tonight since they always seem to be getting in trouble,” He jokes. Jake laughed at the comment, but I noticed Neteyam’s frustration at the comment. I looked over at him and tilted my head with curiosity while I inspected the brightly colored Na’vi. His colors were much bolder than those of us from Metkayina. His arms are thinner, same for his tail. My gaze traveled down his arms and inspected his hands. It wasn’t long before I realized he had four fingers rather than three. My heart felt like it stopped and a  soft gasp escaped me before I could stop it. Everyone looked at me with confusion since I was obviously fine.

“Demon blood,” I whispered, squinting at Neteyam’s hands which he held out upon realizing my gaze.

“It is okay,” Jake’s voice rang calmingly. He held his hand out for me to see. He also had the same amount of fingers. “I was once a dreamwalker, but Eywa blessed me and I adapted,” He explained calmly.

I nodded slowly and looked at Neteyam who still had his hand out. I hesitantly grabbed his hand and examined it. I heard the men chuckle at my curiosity. I eventually held my hand and Neteyam’s up against each other to look at exactly how different they were. Other than the obvious size difference and extra finger, our hands were the same. Same feeling, same texture, same creases.

My gaze flicked over to Neteyam’s and his eyes met mine for a moment before he looked away, seeming embarrassed.

“How about you kids go have fun?” Jake encouraged, ruffling his son’s hair, “Go dance or something.”

“Dad, I cannot dance like them,” He whispered, embarrassed.

I smiled at him and closed my hand around Neteyam’s, “I will show you, come!” I encouraged and pulled him towards the fire where people were dancing.

When we had a clear space away from others, I turned back to look at him.

“I do not know how forest Na’vi dances, but here, our dances are smooth, flowing like the water. Yes, sometimes the sea can be swift and dramatic, but it is still always graceful in a way,” I explained, dancing to the faint mosaic that played over the crackling of the fire.

Neteyam watches me closely as I sway my arms and body with the music. “Other than that there are no rules as long as you are enjoying yourself,” I explained as I grabbed Neteyams arms to get him moving.

“Back home our dancing is much more energetic,” He explained and I smiled.

I watched him as he stiffly danced to the music, holding large amounts of tension in his shoulders. I laughed and placed my hands on his shoulders, forcing them to relax a little. “You look more like a twig bending in the wind. Be more relaxed. Aren’t I the one with the injured shoulder?” I joked at him.

Neteyam laughed, loosening up a bit while we continued dancing to the side where we were barely seen.

“How is the ocean treating you?” I asked, trying to find conversation with the boy who seemed so different.

“It is hard, everything is so different, but I am able to adjust. My father says we will adapt to your ways.” He explained, I noticed the lack of hope he had in his eyes. Almost fear, but not quite. He seemed too prideful for that, and in all honesty, I had faith in the boy I had only just met.

“I am sure you will. The son of the mighty Toruk Makto is bound to succeed in everything he tries, no?” I hummed, twirling while I managed to get lost in the music that was playing.

Neteyam laughed, “I guess that is the problem. I am not able to fail or I will disappoint my entire family. As if I don’t do that enough.” He seemed so defeated despite barely getting a chance to try.

“Do not say that, Neteyam. As the oldest son it is given that your parents hold you higher than anyone else. You aren’t disappointing them, they just want you to do well so much that sometimes they forget you will stumble a few times,” I told him and as if on queue, he stumbled from tripping over my foot that I’d accidentally stuck too far out. He nearly fell into the fire had I not caught him by the wrist and held him upright.

Neteyam gasped and let out a breathy laugh, “I think that is enough dancing for me.”

I tsked at his attitude and shook my head, “This is your problem, you stumble and think it is time to quit, instead we step away from the fire and continue,” I smiled and pulled him away from the large bonfire so we could keep dancing.

Neteyam begrudgingly listened to my words and I smiled, as he was able to pick up the dance. He moved smoothly and connected, like the ocean. “See?” I teased.

Neteyam gave me a teasing glare, “I suppose you do have a point, so when do I get to teach you something?” He wondered and although the question was rhetorical I hummed while I thought of something.

“Actually…” I started, “Maybe you could teach me the Sky people’s language?” I proposed and Neteyam seemed to think it over, but I could tell he was teasing his answer. “I supposed that is doable.”

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HAPPY FANFIC WRITER APPRECIATION WEEKEND, RACHAEL!

I will forever be endlessly grateful for you and the INCREDIBLE friend and person that you are... and for the fact that our paths first crossed because of your writing. Thank you for treating these stories and these characters with so much love and care. Thank you for weaving such beautifully detailed worlds with every new story you tell. Thank you for giving us everything from light, fun stories like Life is Good, to rich, layered stories like Just Too Good To Be Gone, to the emotional rollercoaster of Its Dangerous To Fall In Love, to the adventure of Fool’s Gold, and SO MUCH in between. Thank you for pouring so much of yourself and your heart into what you write. Thank you for making this corner of the fandom more fun to be in. Thank you for being you and being here! 🤍

Alyssa, I don't know what I would have done if we hadn't crossed paths almost SIX YEARS AGO (apple emoji whiskey emoji crown emoji) . You're someone I know I can always count on for ANYTHING, and that means so damn much. Even if I never wrote another word of fic or decided to fall off the face of Tumblr out of the blue, I know you'd still be there for me (with the entre state of PA in the way, of course) - because that's who you are. You say so many nice things about my writing and my stories, but the truth is that most of them wouldn't exist without you and your input and encouragement (and enabling), so you're just as much to thank for all of the things you love so much within them.

When I write Ezra, it's for you, every single time, and I hope you know that. I love and appreciate you so very much it hurts.

[strandnreyes]

Hi! Happy nice ask day!

Seeing your name on a fic makes it an instant read for me! Especially your AUs! They’re all so well crafted and beautifully done! Honestly, reading your stuff brought me into the lone star fic world, so thank you!

Is there something that sells you on an AU? What makes you decide to write it? Do you have a favorite AU? If you could write a sequel for any of the AUs (that you haven’t already YAY), which one would it be?

the TRUST makes me a little weepy!! I had no idea that my writing helped bring you here, thank you for telling me! <3

I love the classic AUs, but I think (as evidenced by most of my AUs) I feel more drawn to writing ones that I don't see a lot of. Part of the reason I started writing was to fill gaps of things I wanted to read and when dreaming of my own fic ideas, I try to come up with concepts that have a lot of layers. I need stakes and situations, I need good feelings and bad feelings, really just a lot of things for me to run with and weave together to make a whole story (looking at my word counts... maybe this is my problem)

this isn't exactly a sequel, but there are a few lifetimes in time, curious time that I would love to expand on more. I had to spend such a short amount of time in each universe that I feel like there's so many untold stories of all the lives they lived . Particularly, I'd want to write a prequel to the baker and the blacksmith universe or an alternate (happy) ending to the one where carlos goes to sea

[thebiggerbear]

This was my first Twilight character x reader story on here that I read and I cannot begin to tell you how pleased I am that I started with Emmett and with this work!!! This was beautifully written while also giving me all the angst and heartbreak and yearning feels experienced by Y/N. So well done!!!

The woods surrounding Forks were darker than you remembered. The dense canopy of evergreens blocked out most of the moonlight, leaving only thin beams to guide your path. Your breath came out in short bursts as you weaved through the trees, the familiar chill of the air biting at your skin. You knew this place like the back of your hand, and yet tonight, it felt different. Like the shadows themselves were warning you to turn back.

Love the description here. It immediately brought me right back to Forks and immersed me into the Twilight world. Very nicely done!!!

You’d told yourself a thousand times that you wouldn’t come back—that this part of your life was over. But staying away had proven impossible, and no matter how hard you tried to move on, something kept pulling you back to Forks. Back to him.

Oh my goodness, did I just let out a loud squeal? You're darn right I did!

The moment you stepped into the clearing, your heart stopped. He was there, standing as still as a statue, his broad shoulders tense and his dark eyes locked onto you. Emmett Cullen. The vampire who had stolen your heart—and then shattered it.

This is such a heart-stopping moment, though, to borrow your phrase. Seeing him in the moonlight, his eyes locked onto you, noting he's a vampire... You painted the picture so perfectly!

He let out a rough breath, his hands running through his dark curls, and for the first time, he looked vulnerable. Like the weight of everything he’d been carrying was finally too much. When his gaze finally met yours, there was no mistaking the anguish there. “I left,” he said, his voice quieter now, thick with emotion, “because I couldn’t control it anymore.” You frowned, confusion clouding your thoughts. “Control what?” Emmett’s expression darkened, and his fists clenched again. “The thirst,” he growled, like the word itself was painful. “Being around you… it was getting harder. You don’t know what it’s like, having to fight it every second. The scent of your blood—it’s overwhelming. And I couldn’t risk it anymore. I couldn’t risk you.”

I really do feel this is the conversation Edward should have also had with Bella in the books, too. At least Emmett is telling her and being honest with her here. And knowing Emmett's body count history, it's more than understandable why he left. He just straight up says it and I love it.

“You could’ve told me,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “We could’ve figured it out together.” Emmett shook his head, his eyes filled with a sadness that seemed to age him by centuries. “No, we couldn’t. I’m a danger to you, and you don’t even realize it. Every day that I spent with you, I was fighting my nature. One slip, one mistake, and you’d be gone. I couldn’t live with myself if that happened.”

Normally, I'd be frustrated with her like I get with Bella in New Moon (the whole saga quite frankly) whenever it comes to this harsh truth of a topic in a relationship between vampire and human in that world, but I can understand the reader's point here. And I appreciate that Emmett shuts it down, as much as it costs him to do so. (I also LOVE how you've taken Emmett's backstory and applied it here brilliantly btw!!!)

After what felt like an eternity, you stepped closer, close enough that you could reach out and touch him if you wanted to. But you didn’t. You just looked up at him, your heart heavy. “I came back because I couldn’t let go of you,” you said softly. “But maybe… maybe it’s time I do.” Emmett’s eyes snapped open, wide with shock and pain, but he didn’t stop you as you turned away, your heart breaking with every step. He had left to protect you, but in the end, the danger wasn’t just in his nature. It was in the love that had consumed you both, the love that had torn you apart. And as you disappeared into the shadows of the forest, you realized that sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, you have to let them go.

Thank YOU. As much as this hurt and I hate to see Emmett in pain (he will always be one of my fave Cullens!), I am so glad to see a realistic reaction to the depth of the love between a human and a vampire in this world alongside to the danger the vampire actually represents. Don't get me wrong, I love the Cullens but it always bothered me that Bella refused to at least acknowledge that fact and fully process it no matter what anyone said to her, including Edward. Not until her own transformation anyway and other people like Charlie were at risk from her. So I am very glad to see this displayed here. And your writing is impeccable so like I said above, I am so glad I entered the Twilight x Reader reading territory with you as a guide to light my way and I started with one of your works!!! So well done!!! 😊💖💖

Letting You Go (Emmett Cullen)

Summary: You wanted to see Emmett again, but you realise it was a lost cause.

WC: 1kish

Warnings: Angst

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The woods surrounding Forks were darker than you remembered. The dense canopy of evergreens blocked out most of the moonlight, leaving only thin beams to guide your path. Your breath came out in short bursts as you weaved through the trees, the familiar chill of the air biting at your skin. You knew this place like the back of your hand, and yet tonight, it felt different. Like the shadows themselves were warning you to turn back.

But you couldn’t. Not when you had come this far.

You’d told yourself a thousand times that you wouldn’t come back—that this part of your life was over. But staying away had proven impossible, and no matter how hard you tried to move on, something kept pulling you back to Forks. Back to him.

The moment you stepped into the clearing, your heart stopped. He was there, standing as still as a statue, his broad shoulders tense and his dark eyes locked onto you. Emmett Cullen. The vampire who had stolen your heart—and then shattered it.

“You really shouldn’t come back here, you know.” His voice was low, rough around the edges, a far cry from the easy-going tone you used to love. “It’s not safe.”

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to keep walking toward him even though every instinct screamed for you to run. “I know,” you said softly, your voice barely carrying through the cold air. “But I had to see you.”

Emmett didn’t move. He stood there, his jaw clenched, his hands balled into fists at his sides. The distance between you felt like a canyon, even though it was only a few feet. He looked the same as he always did—strong, imposing, impossibly beautiful—but there was a hardness in his eyes now, a darkness that hadn’t been there before.

“You shouldn’t have come back,” he repeated, his voice sharper this time. “You’re putting yourself in danger.”

You took another step closer, ignoring the warning in his tone. “Why, Emmett? Why did you leave like that?” Your words cracked under the weight of the question you’d been carrying for so long. “I need to understand.”

For a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of something in his expression—regret, maybe, or pain—but it was gone in an instant, replaced by a cold detachment that made your heart ache.

“There’s nothing to understand,” he said flatly, his eyes hard. “I left because it was the only way to keep you safe.”

Safe. The word felt like a dagger in your chest. Safe from what? From him? The thought made you sick.

“You think leaving me out of nowhere was going to protect me?” you demanded, your voice rising with emotion. “You didn’t even say goodbye, Emmett. You just—vanished. I didn’t know if you were dead, or hurt, or if I’d done something wrong—”

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” he interrupted, his voice thunderous as it cut through the air, echoing in the clearing. His eyes flashed with something raw, something that broke through the icy exterior he’d been trying so hard to maintain. “This wasn’t about you.”

“Then what was it about?” you whispered, taking another step forward, desperate to close the distance between you. “Tell me, Emmett. Because I can’t move on without knowing why you left me.”

He let out a rough breath, his hands running through his dark curls, and for the first time, he looked vulnerable. Like the weight of everything he’d been carrying was finally too much. When his gaze finally met yours, there was no mistaking the anguish there.

“I left,” he said, his voice quieter now, thick with emotion, “because I couldn’t control it anymore.”

You frowned, confusion clouding your thoughts. “Control what?”

Emmett’s expression darkened, and his fists clenched again. “The thirst,” he growled, like the word itself was painful. “Being around you… it was getting harder. You don’t know what it’s like, having to fight it every second. The scent of your blood—it’s overwhelming. And I couldn’t risk it anymore. I couldn’t risk you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. The realization hit you like a freight train. He had left because he was afraid of hurting you. But that didn’t stop the pain from gnawing at your heart.

“You could’ve told me,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “We could’ve figured it out together.”

Emmett shook his head, his eyes filled with a sadness that seemed to age him by centuries. “No, we couldn’t. I’m a danger to you, and you don’t even realize it. Every day that I spent with you, I was fighting my nature. One slip, one mistake, and you’d be gone. I couldn’t live with myself if that happened.”

Your heart shattered at his words. The depth of his fear, his self-loathing, was laid bare before you, but it didn’t change the fact that he had left you in the dark. That he had ripped your heart out without a second thought.

“You leaving already hurt me, Emmett,” you said, tears welling in your eyes. “It hurt more than anything you could’ve done. You thought you were protecting me, but you broke me instead.”

He flinched, and for the first time, you saw him break too. His shoulders sagged, and his eyes squeezed shut as if he couldn’t bear to look at you anymore.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’m so sorry.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. The man you loved was standing right in front of you, but it felt like there was a wall between you, one that couldn’t be torn down by apologies or explanations.

After what felt like an eternity, you stepped closer, close enough that you could reach out and touch him if you wanted to. But you didn’t. You just looked up at him, your heart heavy.

“I came back because I couldn’t let go of you,” you said softly. “But maybe… maybe it’s time I do.”

Emmett’s eyes snapped open, wide with shock and pain, but he didn’t stop you as you turned away, your heart breaking with every step.

He had left to protect you, but in the end, the danger wasn’t just in his nature. It was in the love that had consumed you both, the love that had torn you apart.

And as you disappeared into the shadows of the forest, you realized that sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, you have to let them go.

[foxwithapen]

"Wait!" Mario jumped up from the bench he had been sharing with Luigi as they looked out at part of the castle's sprawling gardens. "The princess! She should've been back by now."

Luigi set off after him, their footsteps pounding against the cobbled pavement. "Bro," he huffed, "I'm sure they're both okay!"

They both turned the corner at the same time, passing around the weathered stone walls to reach the garden. The flowers were still in bloom that time of year, the warm sunlight filtering beautifully onto them through the lively green trees. And there, sat at a table in the middle of the lush, green grass, were Bowser and the princess.

"Here, just like this." Peach guided Bowser's hands, gingerly grabbing another one of the cut wildflowers from the center of the table. Luigi and Mario watched from the distance as she helped Bowser braid the flowers into a thin chain. Every so often he accidentally broke the stems with his claws, as easy as one might rip through spider silk. Peach just laughed, handing him a fresh flower. It warmed Luigi's heart to see the smile that rested so easily on both of their faces.

When Peach finally noticed the brothers, she flagged them down with a wave. "Aw, don't be a stranger! There's enough flowers for all of us."

Luigi could immediately tell the ease in his brother's body language, how his shoulders relax and his smile grows. Luigi grabbed his arm, returning Peach's cheery wave as the two went to join them. "Sorry for intruding."

"No, not at all! Come, sit." She pulled out the chair next to her; it was small and metal, decorated with delicate floral patterns. He was wondering why Bowser had been sitting on the ground.

The air felt tense as Mario and Bowser locked eyes. Their animosity practically hung in the air, thick and smothering.

"Mario."

"Bowser."

Peach clapped her hands together, instantly commanding their attention. "Boys, boys. All I want is peace, and that doesn't just apply to my kingdom. Let's have a nice time while we're here, okay?"

She took the two completed flower crowns she had sitting in front of her, and rested one of them on Mario's hat. Bowser had to crouch over even more than he already had been so she could slide the crown onto one of his horns; it barely fit.

"Sorry I didn't make one for you, Luigi," she said, already gathering more flowers, her fingers nimbly weaving them together with impressive speed. "My priorities were on the little troublemakers here."

"Hey!" Mario called out indignantly.

She laughed, bending over to kiss him lightly on the cheek. Mario's face rivaled the color of his clothes. "Only joking, darling. Come now, how about we all get to know each other? It looks like we have a new friend at the table after all."

Bowser's eyes widen at that. "Uh, Princess—"

"You can just call me Peach, you know."

"Right, Peach. Listen, I-uh, I'm sorry." The words came out strangled, as if they were forced from his chest. Luigi reached over and squeezed his hand for encouragement. However, he could only really get his hand around one of Bowser's fingers. "I've done some bad stuff. I did them well, and looked really cool while doing it—" Luigi cleared his throat "—but still," Bowser continued. "I'm sorry."

She smiled good-naturedly. "Well, Bowser, I appreciate your apology. And I, for one, really like this side of you. And I don't think I'm the only one."

Luigi didn't need to face her to know who she was looking at. His color rivaled his brother's.

She continued with a wave of her hand, feining obliviousness. "There's only one more thing you should feel sorry about..."

Bowser had caught onto the playfulness of her smile, something Luigi hadn't. "And that might be?"

She sniffed. "You should feel terrible that you made me and Luigi eat that cake! I didn't think you were that much of a monster."

Bowser laughed; it was a deep, hearty sound, so lacking of its usual malice but just as powerful. "Well, what do you want me to do to about it, huh?"

She pretended to think, but Luigi could tell she already knew what to say. "Hmm, well, for starters, how about I teach you how to bake an actual cake? One that doesn't have a whole tablespoon of baking powder in it."

Bowser grinned, his sharp teeth glinting in the warm sun. "I'm sure the kids would love that."

"They're not the only ones." This time, it was Bowser who looked at him, his eyes like a blazing fire. Not a wildfire, but something softer. Warmer.

It was one of the most beautiful things in the world.

"Well, in that case, I might have to take you up on your offer, Princess."

"Peach."

Luigi didn't hear Bowser's comeback, although he knew there must've been one. He was too busy watching his brother; to see the distrust in his eyes melt away like ice...well, it really was a beautiful afternoon.

[jungk0oksthighs]

I’m probably your oldest reader here at 47 (love all your works - hoping you get published one day so I can sit with your physical books in hand on vacation, that’s my dream) I want to say thank you. My husband and I experienced infertility issues, we were trying to conceive for almost nine years before I was diagnosed with endometriosis. Stage three. Not enough people know about this disease, in 25% of women it shows no symptoms and is so difficult to get a diagnosis. I love how you worded Dr Min’s diagnosis so medically accurate I can tell you’ve done your research on the matter, it was so realistic too! The way OC felt, not wanting to snap at her husband. The guilt, feelings of hopelessness and as though she failed him. It was beautifully written Laura, I’m so glad I stumbled across your blog a few months ago. You consistently surprise me with your wonderful words, you have a real talent for storytelling and from a woman who had to take the adoption route due to her own endo diagnosis I really can’t put into words what seeing a similar story to mine feels like. On a free platform, weaved into such a wholesome book. We adopted our daughter nearly fifteen years ago now, there is light at the end of the tunnel and as you so eloquently worded it’s her choice from here, I love that you ended the chapter on a happy note despite what happened to them. Thank you for all your hard work. Love from Chicago

not me actually getting emotional reading this. thank you so so much for sharing your story! i’m so happy everything worked out for you and i just know you have so much love for your daughter 🥹 i’ve seen a few comments from another lovely reader who said she’s fifty! army has no age restrictions! i find it really flattering that you want to read my books on vacation hehe, what a compliment! anyway your kindness is hitting me really hard, thank you for saying such wonderful things :( i did do my research on endo before writing this chapter, representation is super important be it down to an oc’s physical description, mental state or medical. gosh i’m really speechless at these compliments i’m so sorry, struggling to form a coherent sentence here haha! just thank you, really thank you for sending me this. it’s always a very touching moment when i receive a message from a reader who can relate to a story of mine on such a personal level. wishing you the happiest of days because there’s no doubt i’ll be thinking of you all day now. sending love, and a huge amount of gratitude 💜💜💜

[kedsandtubesocks]

ITS FREAKING HEREEEEEE!!!!!!

Oh my god mermie first off I am so proud of you for completing this I know how much you worked and fought over this and to see your creation completely come to life is an honor and I’m literally this meme

And of course, I had to write you a moby dick sized comment reply because this chapter is worth that and so much more 🥺

Ok so first off I saw Andie’s comment about how Shouto was the star of this chapter and i about DIED 🤣 For you to give us so much little hints about his story literally has me becoming a feral little gopher trying to dig and piece together more and more of the story you’ve so deliciously hinted at!! I absolutely adore the pieces you’ve been leaving for us like that. you weave together so many story lines so beautifully and I had to just admire that first because as someone trying to do that myself - you take the cake on how to leave crumbs and make us want more while also letting our main storyline shine so bright and it’s just!!! WOW!

Okay okay now to our main mess of a cancer Sun green haired idiot 👀

You manage to tap into Izuku SO FUCKING WELL!! I saw that with the first part of his piece but now this… SO FREAKING GOOD!!

Like that scene where we see his thought process to go to scribbles apartment and he even mentions yeah he’s a creep You gGET HIM!!! My entire soul melted because yeah he understands he is a creep but he WANTS to be selfish and wants to feel normal in his wants and you tap into that so freaking well my dude…🥺

Like this entire chapter you show us how human Izuku is and how he has to grapple between between human and an almost god and it is absolute MAGIC!!

Also the moments with him and iida?? Goodness you can make me fall in love with anyone because I was ROOTING for more iida (I know it shocked me too but that’s the power of your writing) because you wrote him so well and on top of that so endearing??? Like he could’ve been a total stick in the mud and yeah he kinda is but you show that it’s done with love every freaking time!!

And okay- You do such a tremendous job of balancing so much in this chapter!!!!!!!!

The moments of real hard hitting angst and serious discussions like the protest, the parents in absolute anguish, KACCHAN AND THE DISCUSSION OF INSURANCE?? HOLY SHIT I felt the weight of how serious and somber those moments are meant to be and I am so grateful that you let us have those moments of grounded reality, of seeing how serious this life and situation is not just for Izuku but for us as readers now apart of this world you’ve carved out for us!!

And then to contrast that with the moments of pure tenderness??? I almost imploded in on myself LMAO 😭

And okay okay!! My favorite moment in the entire story so far was when we woke up and found all might resting with us when Izuku came over and to SEE HIS SIDE OF IT?? I WANTED TO CRY!!!!!

The way he tells all might to watch over us?? How fond the entire scene is and how quietly tender it is??

I loved it so freaking much dude

And then THE ENDING!!!! THE E N D I N G

Knowing Kacchan is there with Deku when we finds us and then DEKU’s ARM????

I cannot wait to see what you have in store of us and I know this chapter was such a hassle at times but it was worth every wait and I think honestly is some of your best work because it contained multitudes and the absolute POWER your writing has… GAH!!

As an absolute deku fan girl I was dying and squealing the entire time but as your friend and a dear comrade in the writing department I truly was so proud beyond words the entire time and really just in awe 🩷

You captured everyone’s essence with so much grace and love and gave us a chapter that feels like an Epic, something I want to discuss and truly pick apart to just see how incredibly you made everything flow!!

I remember seeing some stoooopid discourse on here about how we can’t truly be inspired by fanfic writers or learn from them because fanfic is a form of being inspire by someone else and I get where people are coming from but then I think of when my writing workshop class my professor told us to be inspired by a peer is a true honor and I experienced that with your writing and with this chapter ✨

You have such a magical talent to create powerful and compelling storylines while also giving us the heart of characters to shine through and I just… it’s such a blessing to not knowing get to know your writing as someone who loves writing and loves deku but as your friend?? It really is such an honor and I’m so grateful to experience this, experience YOU!!!

Yeah I can keep rambling on and on about this chapter and about how much I love you but I probably look ridiculous writing this much already LMAO 🤡

But dang so I yeehawing love you and can’t thank you enough for giving us this wonderful and beautiful adventure Mermie 🥺💖✨

something (just like this) — chapter six: izuku, pt. ii [a deku x reader fic]

SUMMARY: It probably says a lot about you that your first thought on meeting Deku, international Symbol of Peace, isn't something like "Oh wow," or, "Oh he's so nice," but is, instead, the un-Plus Ultra thought of, "I definitely would've bullied him in high school."

At least until those muscles came in.

(Midoriya Izuku x Reader, Pro Hero AU: in which Midoriya is an absolute nerd for the release of his own hero-inspired comic book series — and the artist responsible for it)

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BONUS ROUND: Your name is Izuku Midoriya, and all your dreams have come true. [part two]

(—and we are the thunder that meets him)

[katsukikitten]

A harem collab in which we go to a party with our v precious hero 18+ Smut boooiiii

Sitting across from him never did get easier. As much as you told yourself it would. 

If anything it got harder and harder to share the same room as him, let alone air. 

But you were lucky enough, or unlucky enough, to join the agency when you did and to be partnered with your big time crush FatGum. Although you idolized him you were sure he didn't remember you. 

And how could he? He saved countless people a day so it should be no surprise that he had no idea who you were on your first day. Still, it stung. 

And it shouldn't still sting or come to a surprise when he sets down a flyer on your desk. A huge smile on his chubby cheeks as he taps the sheet of paper.

"Can you believe it?! The agency is throwing a new year's eve party!" He practically gushes, lingering by your desk with his intoxicating smile. He rummages in his brown bag, setting breakfast onto your desk careful to avoid getting grease stains on the flyer as if you'd hang it up one day instead of shoving it into the trash. 

"They have one every year." You shrug, thanking him for the breakfast but tossing the paper into the trash can. His smile never waivers as he pulls it from the fresh bin, returning it to the smooth wooden top. 

"Yea but not at a fancy hotel and never an open bar! We should go!" His eyes crinkle in the corners and your heart hammers in your chest. 

Little do you know he prays to the Gods you don't say no. 

"I dont know, it's such short notice. Like next week ain't it?." At least it wasn't a no. He smiles, thinking of your competative behavior. 

"Oh I see what it is." He takes the sheet from your desk, waltzing to his own, "You're scared."

"Tch, scared of what?" You hiss, snatching for the paper. 

"Scared I'll out drink you!" He laughs at your cute scowl as you size him up. His metabolism was insane, and with him being in his larger state you might not be able to win. 

But he didn't have to know that. 

"You fucking wish you could out drink me! Remember the last party we went to? You showed your age and could barely stand!"

"Oi! I was much thinner then. I think luck is on my side this time." He slaps his belly and you smile. A genuine laugh fills the room causing Taishiro's heart to clench. 

"Yea, yea." You wipe away a tear, "We'll see." 

The day drags on and on, turning into a week of you glancing his way. Making sure he wasn't gaining any extra weight as he brought you your normal breakfast daily. 

It wasn't until the day of the party did you gain the advantage, a fight almost turned wrong and Taishiro had to use majority of that stored fat for a deadly punch to stop the villain from terrorizing the city. 

Still you'd never want this type of advantage just for a stupid drinking contest. Although he was not at his largest, he still had a considerable "dad bod" going on. 

"I still can't believe they had a tux in this size so late!" Taishiro shouts into the locker room at the agency, adjusting his tie as he waits for you. Meanwhile nerves eat you alive as you stare into your reflection, wondering if this dress fit okay, smoothing the fabric over your stomach self consciously. 

"You okay in there? We're gonna be late." He calls softly, hoping you aren't having second thoughts about going with someone like him. 

"Coming!" You call back, glancing at your deep amber dress a final time before rushing into the hall. 

"I was just thinking you were going to forfeit and then I-" Words die in his throat and he drinks you in. Beautifully complimented by the shape and color of your dress as he mouth hangs agape. 

"Wow. You look…" 

"Tai, I know, I look...different." 

"Amazing, perfect, breathtaking." He gives you a pointed look, "Which is no different than how you normally look." 

Heat creeps up the back of your neck and you're thankful he misses your flustered expression. The walk to the hotel and the brisk cold air gives you time to not only cool off but think.

Really reflect on the year, this horribly rotten, all bad luck year. Reminding you of all the times you had failed but also reminding you of all the opportunities you had missed. And not opportunities in the sense of promotions or saving people but opportunities to get closer with a certain somebody. 

You glance up at him and he glances down at you, smiling in a way that sets your skin on fire and yet it makes you feel at ease. 

Slowly you were coming to hate it. 

"I'm excited that they decided to invite some smaller agencies. Means I can introduce you to some of the kids I interned. Well I guess they are adults now huh." He looks nostalgic, sad even as he stares into space. Opening the door to the large hotel and it the look sticks with him until he is just before the party doors. 

"Ready?" 

"As ready as I'll ever be." You huff as he places his hand on the small of your back, bringing you into the rented ballroom. Lights and sounds consume your sense as music dances around light conversation. You're beginning to wonder if a drinking contest was such a good idea that is before you see the CEO of your agency totally shit faced. You glanced down at your watch, it was only 8pm. 

Taishiro guides you around the room with a "starter" drink, introducing you to old and new faces. Beaming with pride as he introduces you as his partner and not his sidekick like other heroes had done in the past. You hated how much your heart raced. 

"And this is Kirishima! He was one of my best and most memorable! Kids got guts and heart in spades!" He slaps Kirishima on the back and the young man slumps forward with a sharp toothed smile. 

"Aw come on, I wasn't that great…" He scratches the back of his head. 

"I heard that's when you became 'unbreakable'! I think that's so cool!" You gush over the young hero complimenting him to no end. 

"Stop. You'll give me a big head." He smiles, blushing furiously before his eyes wander to the closeness of the two of you and then they settle on your drinks, "You're not trying to out drink the infamous FatGum are you?" 

You laugh loudly before leaning in close as if to share a secret. 

"Oh, yes and I plan to kick his ass." 

Kirishima returns your smile and stage whispers 

"Taishiro-sama has lost a good bit of weight. I believe in you!" He winks before someone across the room calls for him, "Call me when you get really started!!" 

Two hours pass and you find yourself sitting across from your partner with his sleeves rolled up. Showcasing those deadly forearms as he slams back another shot. Kirishima keeps tally on hotel stationary and announces the number of shots. 

"You'll have to take five to be in the lead! You'll have two minutes to decide to forfeit or-" But before he can finish you're grabbing for one of the prefilled shot glasses. 

"Kanpai!" You shout, slinging them down, ignoring how the room is spinning and how bright the light reflects off of the table full of empty shot glasses. 

Kirishima's eyes widen as you down an extra shot for good measure, tallying the booze count with worry.

"Fat hero." He says, almost gritting his teeth, "You'll have to take seven to be in the lead." 

The large hero leans on his forearms on the table, the alcohol he's had had mostly been processed and maybe your figured that out. That he was starting to lose his edge so he takes you up on the challenge knocking back the several shots as if they were water. You're eager to gulp down a few more praying it drowns out your feelings for the sexy man across from you, instead he lets his broad hand hover over the shot glasses. Silently giving you a reprieve and noticing just how much you're sweating, how blown your pupils are. 

"Let's give it a minute shall we?" He smiles as you drown in his golden eyes. Biting at your lower lip and with a defiant grip you swallow down a final shot.

"Your turn." You focus hard to make sure your words didn't slur, not wanting this feeling or night to end. He snorts, shaking his head wishing you acted out any other time than this. 

"I forfeit." He places his hands up and you glare at him as you wonder if he did it on purpose. Before you have the time to accuse the crowd erupts into a deafening cheer, the room lags as you try to place names with faces as they come close to congratulate you. As more and more people crowd you, the hotter the room feels. Politely you excuse yourself to an enclave balcony closing the doors tightly behind you as you gulp down air, desperate to cool off and douse the desire that burns hot in your belly seeping to your core. 

"Fuck." You rake your nails through your hair as a hit of icy air skates along your skin leaving goose flesh in its wake. A steady warmth comes from behind you, voice deep as he speaks softly. You can tell he's using the same tone he uses on victims, trying not to startle them with his size. 

Little did he know how much you loved how much bigger he was. A safe haven, protection embodied. 

"Ready to go home?"

"No I'm fine! Perfectly fine." He sucks his teeth at your stubborn reply, leaning in close with his hands in the pockets of his tux. 

"You look flushed...you seem out of it." 

"I'm totally of sound mind!" A bark to which he laughs, giving in to the liquid courage as his large hand tilts your chin towards him. Flirting with a line he swore he'd never cross. 

"Yea, if you're so sound of mind, would you let me do this?" He asks, leaning closer, lips almost brushing yours. Your breath mingles with his in little puffs of fog agaisnt the cool air and suddenly you're burning again. 

From the inside out.

His lips touch yours, gently, passive at first and if he's trying to fight against his urges. Slowly he breaks away, amber eyes glued to your mouth before he sighs. Hoping he didn't just fuck everything up. 

In an instant you're drawing him back to you, hands in his golden wheat hair and your fingers weave through the strands. Mouth opening and demanding more as his large hands grip onto your ribcage as if you'd float away. 

And maybe you would, you felt like you could. 

Frantically your hands demand more, exploring up his shirt, touching across his stomach and digging your nails down his back. His own hands follow suit, gripping at your ass and tits, memorizing every luscious curve until he is drunk off of you and you only. You moan into his mouth and with that he loses all restraint. 

Shoving you against the harsh brick building, fisting your hair to tilt your head for better access, exploring your mouth with his well skilled wet muscle. Hands trailing beneath your dress to find your dress, squeezing at your thick thighs and when you moan in approval he moves higher and higher still until his fingers brush against the damp fabric. This time it is his turn to groan as he presses his hardened cock against you, your hips move to grind against his large fingers. 

"Please Tai" It is soft, breathy, sending him into a frenzy as he gives you exactly what you want. Letting his fingers slip beneath the fabric to gather the slick between your folds, gently rubbing against your throbbing clit. You arch against his touch, exposing your neck to him, he leans over and bites. Placing kisses along your throat, making sure to be careful enough to avoid marks before his hazed brain causes him to speak. 

To confess. 

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" He asks, plunging his fingers into your tight heat, stretching you as you mewl, "Ever since I first laid eyes on you. Kamisama you were perfect. And tonight. Fuck baby. Wearing my eye color for all to see. You want people to think you're mine?" 

"Yes, Taishiro. I want people to think I'm yours." You moan, fucking yourself on his fingers before he takes over. Setting a quick pace before he curls his thick fingers just right, in an instant you're creaming against his digits. Crying out as he overstimulates you before he covers your mouth with his broad hand, reminding you just how much he dwarfs you.  

It makes you cum again and again and he corners you against the wall. Cock twitching as he laps up your sinful faces with a gluttonous appetite. 

"Please Tai, pleeeasse." 

"What's wrong baby? My fingers not enough?" His cocky tone drives you mad and your hips buck against his touch before he withdraws from your heat. Panting he levels his gaze yo you. 

"Is this what you want?" Peppering you with kisses as if you could deny him and his godly hands.

"Don't make me beg Tai…" You rasp, he gives a devilish smile. 

"Then I won't." His hands slink up your dress, gathering it at your waist as on skillful finger pulls the overly damp underwear away from your soaking sex. He frees himself and you swallow, not realizing just how large he was, for a moment you worry you won't be able to take him. 

"I'll be gentle." He coos, easing himself in an inch at a time as your stretch around his thick cock. Pussy fluttering as it adjusts to his size, he gathers your legs to his sides, squeezing your hips to keep from rutting into you roughly. He pistons his hips slowly, watching your face contort as he angles himself just right. Sensual thrusts have your legs and pussy squeezing him so deliciously tight. Still he worries he's going to hurt you.

"You okay?" Alcohol lingers on his breath and you swallow him whole with a kiss. Moaning into his mouth softly as he rocks you into one of your most intense orgasms to date. It's a slow build, undeniably intoxicating as his steady pace hits your spongy soft spot and his pelvis rubs against your clit. The coil in your stomach snaps and your body clamps onto the behemoth of a man tightly, stars dot your vision as he continues to fuck you through it. 

"God you're so beautiful ya know? So responsive to my touch. Taking me so well baby." He purrs against your ear, "Makes me want to keep this pace all night." 

He keeps true to his promise, bringing you to new heights at the steadiest of paces, causing you to lose count of how many times you've cum on his length. Pussy attempting to milk him dry as he palm swallows your screams. He looks at your features, your makeup running from delirious tears, mouth fallen opened in a propetial O as your hair clings to your skin. 

"Kamisama you're like art." He kisses your quickened pulse, "Ready for me to fill you love? You're squeezing me so tight…" 

He groans and all you can think of his him and the searing pleasure that courses through your veins to settle in your over sensitive heat. His cock twitches and you want nothing more than to be stuffed full of the Fat Hero's fat cock and his cum.  But words are lost in your hoarse throat and all you can do is nod, moaning his name as if it were a prayer. It's all the encouragement he needs, quickening his pace as the crowd inside grows louder. Counting down from 10. 

It's all lost to you and his hips snap against you, the brick scraping against your shoulders as his grip on you becomes so tight you're sure you'll bruise. Your body hyper aware of every little sensation as you drown in pleasure and warm amber sun, he groans, painting your walls in hot ropes of cum, your vision spots as your body arches to meet him as your spams a final time while his lips crash to yours. 

All the while fireworks erupt over head, bringing in the new year on a literal high note. 

He huffs, sweating as he looks at you, still buried to the hilt. Swiping his thumb over your cheek and running mascara before he breathes out so gently. 

"Happy new year baby." 

[forasecondtherewedwon]

Stare Enough

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Pairing: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes Rating: T Word Count: 4034

Summary: Bucky's got a new stare. Sam spends all afternoon and most of the evening working up the courage to meet it.

Both Sam and the food are the main attraction at this party and the problem with that situation is that it takes so damn long for one main attraction to get a second to enjoy the other.

He’s grateful—god, is he grateful—for the turnout. Friends, neighbours, the kind of people he and Sarah call family without there being any actual relation by blood, they’ve all shown up. Since the Blip, Sam’s felt like he’s always around, but this feels like a real homecoming. No sadness, nothing bittersweet. It’s a celebration and he’s at the center of it. Him and the food.

At last, Sam’s done the circuit with his plate, spooning creamy salads and grilled vegetables, stacking shellfish pink as a sunrise. There’s a fresh-baked roll perched atop a scoop of sweet potatoes and caramelized onions that smells so fucking warm and mouth-watering he has to resist walking with his nose buried in it. He collects a set of utensils furled in the middle of a paper napkin (courtesy of an efficient assembly line of old ladies, chatting and twisting neat rolls of cutlery), plate bowing into the palm of his other hand, and that’s when his damn phone vibrates in his pocket.

Sam halts and makes a sound of frustration. Nobody’s come to this thing empty-handed, so there are dishes crowding the surface of the tables, no place to set his plate down. His phone vibrates again. A teenager comes up to peruse the spread in front of him and Sam sighs, knowing what he’s about to do.

“Here,” he says heavily, offering up his beautifully arranged and wonderfully fragrant meal. The cob of corn shining with the butter he lovingly smeared over it nearly rolls over the edge. “You’re the luckiest kid in the world.”

Quickly, Sam turns away, sliding out his phone and bringing it to his ear. He doesn’t want to witness the boy digging in. His stomach growls as he greets Joaquin Torres.

“Sam,” Torres says. “Uh, I mean, sir. Mr. Captain Am… Captain Wil—”

“Take it easy,” Sam laughs. “You know me, Torres. Don’t get starstruck now.”

“Honestly, I never really got over you being the Falcon. Now that you’re Captain America… Apologies if it takes me a little while to be cool about it.” After a pause—taken while Torres attempts to become cool with Sam being Captain America, Sam assumes—he asks, “You celebrating?”

Not far from where Sam’s standing, there are two little girls singing along to their clapping game. At a table behind them, a trio of elderly gentlemen are arguing over which one of them it was that caught that 50-pound snapper off the dock back in 1978. There’s a sear of meat and fish being rotated onto and off of the grill and, bouncing over everything, music from a speaker someplace.

“Yeah,” Sam says with a broad grin. “Yeah, we are. I’d save you a plate, but I can’t even manage to hang onto my own.”

He doesn’t mention that Torres is responsible for that situation; he’s aware that, besides being a fan, the Lieutenant is a little bit infatuated with him. Sam’s trying to be gentle until the day he can respond to Torres with friendly smack-talk, the way he would Steve or Scott or Bucky. Maybe not exactly like he does with Bucky.

“Don’t worry about it,” Torres cheerfully insists. “I wasn’t calling for that, I just wanted to give you a heads up about something.”

“Alright. Let me just…”

Sam strides away from the heart of the party towards the water, seeking quiet. Kids dart in front of him and that’s nothing unusual, but when he follows them with his gaze, he sees they’re running towards Bucky. Bucky, who has his Vibranium arm extended and two kids dangling off it already, one of whom might be Sam’s nephew. Of course, Mr. Casual, Mr. Smiles, Mr. Social Butterfly, is carrying on a conversation like his arm isn’t being used as a jungle gym. A conversation with Sarah.

For just a moment, Sam stops in his tracks, considering whether he should go over there and break up any potential flirting. But then he watches them. Bucky’s just talking to her, not flicking his gaze up and down while he checks her out. And Sarah, she’s relaxed and smiling, totally at ease, like Bucky’s another member of their community. That makes him a friend. Family.

That’s one thought too far and Sam jerks himself into motion again, walking until he’d be swimming with another step.

“What’ve you got for me?”

“Well, I’ve been trying to watch as much of the coverage of the fight outside the GRC vote as I can, trying to get a sense of how they’re spinning Walker’s reappearance, the legacy of the Flag-Smashers now that Karli and her inner circle are gone… Anyway, there’s a lot of footage and you’re at the center of most of it.”

“Guess the new suit draws the eye. And the cameras.” It’s no surprise to Sam. Part of the job of being Captain America.

“Yeah, but…”

“What is it, Torres?”

“Bucky’s in the background a lot,” he explains in a voice that tells Sam there’s more Torres isn’t saying.

“Makes sense. He was in the thick of it as much as I was.”

“He’s there at the end too. When you were talking to the Senator about power and the common struggle. Man, that was a great speech. Do you think—”

“Torres. Please. The point.”

“Right, for sure, man. Bucky never takes his eyes off you.”

That flusters Sam for a second. He wasn’t expecting the blunt delivery, especially of those words. He squints down at the water where it’s lapping the side of the dock. He knew Bucky was there; they spoke right after, when Bucky tried to feed him that bullshit (and he knew it was bullshit at the time) about texting and missing the exact speech Torres is apparently still hung up on.

“So Bucky was actually listening to me,” Sam says carefully. “That’s a surprise, but it isn’t really the kind of thing that’s significant enough for you to bother notifying me about, is it?”

“I’d say that depends on what you consider significant.”

“Torres.”

“I know, but he’s not just listening! It’s how he’s looking at you!”

“Like he’s wishing I would wrap it up?” Oh, Sam remembers Bucky’s miracle from their session with Dr. Raynor.

“Like he’s totally into you! Major heart eyes. Sir,” Torres hastily adds.

And Sam should reprimand him for this. Calling with a trivial piece of information when he must know Sam’s already being very selective about which of the hundreds of recent calls (and it’d be more if more people had this number) he chooses to pick up. Calling to speculate on how Bucky was staring at Sam that night in New York.

“I don’t need to tell you this is gonna be one of those investigations we keep between you and me,” Sam states.

“For sure. I just thought maybe you’d wanna know.”

“Uh huh. You get any real news, you pass it along.”

“I will.”

Sam ends the call and turns. He looks to his right: the sparkling river. His left: his people, all the way down to the squirt with the glasses who’s hanging off a metal arm, and the man that arm belongs to.

He’s felt it, the way that Bucky stares. It’s not like it used to be though, when it irked Dr. Raynor at the police station in Baltimore, or confused Walker and Hoskins in the back of that jeep in Germany. This new stare of Bucky’s isn’t one Sam’s ever caught him doing. Bucky hasn’t quite let him. That’s actually how Sam noticed it was happening—Bucky would immediately glance away instead of leaving that dead expression on his face when Sam met his eye. Now that he has proof of it, proof he’s certain Torres would send him footage of in an instant if he asked, he’s scared to look.

Instead, he watches Bucky look at other people. Like Sarah. Like kids from the neighbourhood. His literal hangers-on disperse as Sam observes, scattered after Bucky leans towards them to say something. Sam sees half his smile and even that much has his heart swelling up in his chest. Bucky weaves through the tables and standing groups, the dancers and the kids who’ve broken out a skipping rope. (After eating from that buffet? Kids are crazy. Gonna make themselves sick.)

Without thinking too hard about it, Sam returns to the noise and the smells, trailing Bucky with a stealthy eye on his ass in those jeans. There’s no friction here between him and everybody else Sam cares about, he can see that in every short, friendly exchange someone engages Bucky in as he walks. Things flow as smoothly as the butter oozing off the corn Sam reluctantly gave up. Clearly, they remember Bucky from when he was here helping with the boat. They respect him. They like him. They’ve gotten to that last thing faster than Sam has, which makes Sam feel a little embarrassed as well as a little overwhelmed by how much the two of them have actually been through. He’s seen Bucky as a mindless killer and it almost brings a genuine tear to his eye—here on this glorious day in front of all these folks—to see the dork who rushed out to get his hands on a copy of The Hobbit in 1937 return in his current form as the dork who’ll take a fake punch from AJ and blush over brazen old women telling him how handsome he is.

Bucky stares different? Well. Sam feels different about the staring.

Sam keeps his distance until Bucky reaches the food, then his stomach gurgles a reminder than he hasn’t eaten yet. No ass is nice enough to distract him from his meal. He sidles up beside him and Bucky seems unsurprised, not even glancing over.

“Anything important?” he asks.

“What?”

“Your phone call,” Bucky clarifies, adding a heap of glossy green beans to his plate. Damn, those are some of Sam’s favourite. Bucky better not take all of them. “They need us somewhere?”

“Oh. No.”

Bucky shoots him a suspicious look after this stilted response, but he doesn’t say anything until Sam grabs a plate of his own, hungry eyes roving the feast that’s diminishing now that people have started coming back for second helpings.

“Put that down,” Bucky instructs. He doesn’t wait; he takes the plate out of Sam’s hand and tosses it back towards the pile. Thankfully, the plates are made of paper.

“Buzz off, man,” Sam tells him, reaching for the plate again. “I’m starving.”

“I figured.”

Wait.

“That’s for me?” he guesses, gazing longingly at the plate Bucky’s preparing.

“Yep.”

When Sam doesn’t reply, Bucky pauses with the plate in one hand and a serving spoon in the other and sighs.

“I didn’t want you to miss the good stuff. This party’s for you.”

“I think it might be for both of us.”

Bucky seems too self-conscious to say anything to that. He goes back to loading up Sam’s plate while Sam quietly feels his throat close up with emotion as he watches. He clears it gruffly.

“I woulda had to eat the cake you brought,” he jokes. “Pretty sure only the really little kids have eaten any. You know, people who don’t know better.”

“I was tryin’ to be a good guest.”

“I can’t believe you brought a store-bought cake,” Sam says, laughing as he grabs a set of cutlery for the second time and continuing to shuffle along next to Bucky.

“Have you ever seen me cook?”

“…No.”

“Exactly. Trust me, what I did was kinder.”

“If you say so.”

“You know what, Sam?” Bucky demands challengingly, turning to face him. “I do say so.”

Sam’s eyes go from the plate Bucky’s holding between them up to Bucky’s face. He’s close. And he’s got this look, this dancing look in his eyes that undercuts the shit out of the hard line of his eyebrows. Trying to seem all stern. All Sam can think for several seconds is that, if he just grabbed Bucky by the chain around his neck and hauled him forward, they’d never get the food stains out of their clothes. But their laundry would smell delicious.

He clears his throat.

“Then you better stay for a while.”

The corner of Bucky’s mouth twitches up and he hands Sam the plate he’s prepared for him.

“I plan to.”

When Sam picks a table to sit at, he makes sure there’s enough room for Bucky too. When Bucky sits next to him, he sits so close that their thighs press together and claims that’s all the space there is. Bucky talks and laughs when other people at the table talk to him. He’s easily drawn into conversation now and Sam feels weirdly proud of having brought this great guy home to meet everybody, even if he’s not here like that. People tells stories about last week and last century interchangeably, one old smartass making Bucky howl with laughter when they toss out a memory of Little Sam Wilson streaking from his house to the river for a naked swim. This is the danger of welcoming Bucky into the community. Sam, suppressing a smile, doesn’t really mind.

Elbows up on the table so he can eat, talk, and gesture emphatically with his fork, Sam feels Bucky’s stare creeping up on him. Slow, like the sun slides across the landscape when the clouds blow past. Bucky didn’t make this food, but Sam can feel his satisfaction as he watches Sam accept what he provided. Feels like there are grasshoppers springing around in his stomach. He still has a roll on his plate, one side soaked in family-secret barbecue sauce, and he tears it in half. While the rest of their table are caught up in some story being boisterously told by overlapping voices, Sam turns to Bucky and wordlessly offers the bread, edges dimpled where he gripped to split it. They watch each other chew and Sam’s closed mouth is smiling.

Inevitably, somebody pulls Sam back into the conversation and he does his best to laugh and heckle, covering the fact that he wasn’t listening, that he dropped the thread. The voices rise and rise and fall like water slopping over the side of a bucket.

In the next quiet moment, Bucky inclines toward him slightly and says, “You wanna talk later?”

And Sam says, “Sure.”

The day feels long, long, long, and Sam’s face gets sore from smiling, tired from talking. He does not confess that to Bucky, who’s almost always at his side. Lights go on overhead and beers come out of coolers, leftover food packed up and redistributed among neighbours, small children with drooping eyelids toted home. At first, Sam thinks Bucky’s leaning into his side because he’s drained from so much socializing too, but when he meets his eye, he just sees an invitation.

“Where are you two goin’?” Sarah asks when they slink past her carrying a too-big Cass in her arms.

“Just walkin’,” Sam tells her.

“Gotta stretch our legs,” Bucky contributes.

She looks from Sam to Bucky and back, smiling knowingly.

“Uh huh,” Sarah says.

Sam grabs Bucky by the shoulder to turn him forcibly away from his sister’s insinuations and just… forgets to let his hand fall as they wander along the water. Bucky’s steps angle towards his until his arm’s bumping Sam’s side, Sam’s arm slung around his shoulders. Is this still the body language of a couple buddies on a warm Delacroix night? Is it now, when Sam drops his arm and brushes the back of his hand across Bucky’s?

They leave the party lights on the horizon with the lazily setting sun, scrabbling off the end of the dock and onto the riverbank. Sam reaches up to give Bucky a hand down, so he won’t step in the soft mud and sink to his ankles. Bucky clasps his hand firmly and jumps.

The sound of people drops off down here and the sound of wind in grass, frogs hiding between reeds, rises.

“Are there alligators in here?” Bucky wonders, scanning the river’s edge.

Sam laughs.

“For sure.”

“And you swam here when you were a kid?”

“Even then,” Sam boasts, puffing his chest out, “my courage was legendary.”

“Yeah, and your nudity. Is there anyone within a mile of here who hasn’t seen your bare ass?”

Their eye contact holds. Oh right. Sam breaks away with an awkward, hiccupping laugh, directing his gaze at the dirt.

“The gators haven’t gathered too close to the dock in decades,” he promises Bucky. He stares out at the undisturbed water, enjoying the sun on his face. “Got skittish of the boats. Most of ’em, anyway.”

“Consider me not entirely reassured.”

“You scared of a little Louisiana lizard, man? Didn’t you grow up with Creature from the Black Lagoon?”

“Nah, that was after my time.”

“Damn, you’re old.”

Bucky snorts a laugh, refusing to look at him.

“You wanna take a dip?” Sam goads.

“No.”

But by the time Sam’s pulling his shirt over his head, Bucky’s peeling off his socks. Sam spares him a smile and keeps going, the ground soft underfoot. It could be like the few times they’ve changed in proximity to one another before, but it’s not. He senses Bucky’s eyes on him the whole time. Face hot, he takes a quick look in Bucky’s direction as he’s unzipping his jeans. His heart feels like his new suit—wings just waiting to unfurl.

When they’re down to their underwear, they wade in.

God, it feels nice. The water’s cool and the sun’s clinging to the horizon.

“Just don’t get any water in your mouth,” Sam instructs, then dunks his face and comes up squirting water at Bucky from between the gap in his front teeth, a trick he perfected as a kid. “That arm ain’t gonna rust, right?”

“You asked for this,” Bucky warns. He points a menacing finger and plunges below the surface.

Sam twists as he treads water, trying to see what’s going on down there, searching for a ripple or bubbles of released air. His legs move in twitchy kicks because that’s where he’s expecting Bucky to grab him. But the idiot is playing some kind of psychological game first, making Sam wait a full minute. Two minutes. Three.

He’s opening his mouth to call out Bucky’s name when he breaks the surface. Sam’s ready to swap the concern he was about to form into words into a taunt instead—did Bucky get down there and decide the scariest thing he could do was let Sam’s imagination take over?—until Bucky shakes his head and slicks his hair back. Then the words get caught in Sam’s throat and he just kinda stares.

“There was a really gross fish down there,” Bucky informs him. “Do you guys have eels there? Mighta been an eel. Maybe we should get out.”

“Alrighty, scaredy-cat, let’s get you to shore.”

Bucky propels himself out in front, arms moving in powerful strokes, and Sam’s hand darts out on instinct, fingers closing around Bucky’s hard calf muscle. Bucky jerks and Sam burst into loud laughter.

“Did you think that was an eel? Did you?”

“You’re lucky I…”

I’m lucky you what? Sam wants to ask when Bucky trails off, but he just swims after him.

During their game/possible eel panic (there’s no way it was an eel), they weren’t always fighting the current, so they’ve drifted downstream some. Bucky takes sloppy, sloshing steps out of the water, underwear that might’ve been light grey now dark and plastered to his ass. Sam feels like he’s choked on river water, though his mouth is dry. He lumbers out too and they begin the march back in the direction of the dock and their clothes. The water tickles as it runs down Sam’s legs; must be bugging Bucky too because he plucks his waistband away from his skin before letting it snap back. Clenching his jaw, Sam stops himself from trying to see too much.

This end of the dock is made of old boards before it transitions to pavement farther down, wood smooth on Sam’s feet when he and Bucky haul themselves up, dropping their collected clothes and shoes into a single pile. No point getting dressed until they’re dry, so they sit on the edge of the dock, feet swinging. Feels good. Feels home. They don’t speak until the sun’s set, the sky orange, then grey, then rich, velvety blue.

“You know, don’t you?” Bucky asks softly.

“Know?”

“Yeah, you know. Whenever you don’t know something, you talk and talk—”

“Sometimes I can work through a problem better if I vocalize,” Sam explains.

“But when you do know,” Bucky goes on, ignoring Sam’s input, “you’re quiet.” He looks at Sam. “You’re quiet.”

What else is Sam? Nervous. His skin’s prickling with it, and because even the warm air feels cold when he’s just climbed out of the river. There’s a wet patch spreading around him that he can barely see with evening rapidly deepening into night. He lifts a hand from the dock and sweeps it up his neck, brushing water droplets away.

Without glancing over, he says, “You’re doing that thing you do.”

“What?”

“Staring. That new stare you do.”

“Maybe,” Bucky acknowledges. A bird starts calling, the sound drifting in and away like the sway of a hypnotist’s watch and Bucky’s silent until it’s over. “Maybe I’m staring for the same reason you’re quiet.”

Sam waits. Bucky doesn’t add anything, so Sam turns to look at his face, hung with cool shadows.

“You’re not gonna say it, are you?”

“I thought you would say it,” Bucky argues defensively.

“You’re the one who’s been staring at me like that for a week. You should go first!”

“Please, you don’t even know how I’m staring at you, I only do it when you’re not looking.”

“Do it now then and see what happens,” Sam dares him.

“Fine.”

Just like that, Bucky locks in like Sam’s attention is the only handhold on a sheer cliffside. Vital and stable, a last chance, the one thing around him that wants to help him higher instead of watching him fall. A lot of that’s familiar from his regular hard stare, but then something opens up behind his eyes. Some fragile thing (that might be Bucky’s sense of caution) breaks. Suddenly, Sam’s seeing what Joaquin saw in the news footage and amateur cell phone video. Except he’s seeing it two feet in front of him. It’s intense. It makes the air a little harder to breathe.

Bucky’s lips curve into a smile, then part as he says, “I love—”

Hopefully, he wasn’t going to end that sentence with ‘store-bought cake,’ because Sam can’t really take back his reaction. The finger slipping behind Bucky’s ear as he cradles his face, the mouth sealed to his. Especially that. Thankfully, Bucky kisses him back, just as hard, and then harder.

“Thank god,” Sam pants when they break apart.

“You interrupted me.”

“I got you to stop talking? Guess we’re in my miracle.”

“I’d complain…” Bucky shrugs. “…but your miracle is pretty nice.”

“Not bad, right?”

He sighs and looks out over the water. Bucky pushes up on his fists and sits closer, offering his hand for Sam to interlace their fingers.

“Hey,” Sam prompts when it hits him that it’s super dark outside and they aren’t gonna dry much more like this, “did you book a hotel room again?”

“You kiddin’ me? I spent all my money on that cake.”

Sam laughs.

“Right, well, I guess you need a place to stay tonight then.”

“You know anything nearby?” Bucky asks with a soft smile.

Getting to his feet and bracing to pull Bucky up after him, Sam uses his free hand to motion towards their clothing pile.

“Put your pants on,” he says, “and I’ll see what I can do.”

[legends-of-apex]

Late night talks (Part II) 18+

Ah Sahm x f!Reader

Part I Part 2, Part 3

Rating: 18+ for smut (Reader receiving oral, alcohol mention)

Word Count: 3,600

Summary: The night you and Ah Sahm agreed to fool around on has arrived and you’re excited but nervous. Ah Toy makes the necessary arrangements for you to leave work early and do what you have to do but time ends up slipping away from you. You and Ah Sahm end up with decidedly less time than you’d hoped to have together but he knows the perfect way to leave you satisfied.

A/N: Since you guys really seemed to like the first part! Hope you enjoy and please feel free to let me know what you think :D

The next day you made sure to dress a lot nicer than you usually would for work at Ah Toy’s. Ah Sahm was on your mind all day and you tried not to think about what the approaching night might entail, but you couldn’t help it.

Would he be soft? Would he be rough? Would he be whatever you needed him to be?

You couldn’t be sure but decided then and there that whatever he was would be perfect and you couldn’t wait to find out what exactly that might be.

Ah Toy noticed you looking more done up than usual, the woman herself adorning a sleek red dress that stretched across her frame beautifully and she had eyeliner to match.

“No reason,” you replied when she asked why you looked especially lovely that night, stacking glasses for the night ahead and she laughed.

“You fuck Ah Sahm yet?” She asked and your eyes widened, “You forget I see everything that goes on on the main floor and I’ve seen you two looking at each other like pieces of meat for a while now. So when?”

You thought that maybe she would care more given the fact that she’d slept with him herself, on the second night he’d been in the country no less. But she couldn’t have cared less, if anything she seemed absolutely delighted for you.

“Tonight but-” you began but she stopped with a raise of her hand before you could say anymore, already knowing what you were going to ask.

“You have my permission to get sticky on the clock just this once. I’ll keep room twelve empty for you. And I know he likes to take his time but tell him to be out of here by closing so the cleaners can take care of the mess.”

Room twelve was one of the more secluded, it was on the ground floor so you wouldn’t even have to make him climb the stairs.

“What time can I-”

“No earlier than eleven! I’ll find someone to cover the bar after then,” she grabbed a few bottles of wine to distribute in the more expensive rooms and began her ascent up the stairs.

“Thank you!” you called out to her, raising your voice to make sure she heard you.

“Don’t thank me yet!” she shouted back with a wave of her hand, knowing exactly what you were about to get yourself into. She’d have to check back with you after close and see if you were still thanking her then.

The doors to the brothel opened soon and you were surprised by the sheer number of people streaming in and out. It was shaping up to be a busy night and part of you was worried that you maybe wouldn’t actually have the time to step away from the bar for long enough.

By ten o’clock the Hop Wei had arrived. Their red pocket handkerchiefs made them stand out among the crowds with ease. But tonight it was entirely too busy for you to find Ah Sahm, you instead had to focus on serving customers as quickly as you could. On an average day he usually would have come and spoken to you by now and the fact that he hadn't made you worry slightly.

Amongst the patrons, you saw Ah Toy weaving her way through the crowd, her bright dress and her height made her very hard to miss. She rushed towards you with such hurriedness that you thought something might have been wrong.

“He’s here!” she almost had to shout over the crowd, but she sent you a wicked smile before disappearing back onto the floor like she was never even there.

Your stomach was in knots. Both from the adrenaline from how busy you were and the prospect of what came after, or if it would even happen at all. Maybe he would forget or change his mind? You couldn't blame him either way. You busied yourself with your work and talked to various patrons to keep your mind off of him.

Eleven o’clock rolled around in a blink and you hadn’t even noticed, far too busy serving and washing up when you had the chance. You made your way down the counter, collecting glasses and heavy ashtrays and placing them on a tray to be emptied.

When you made your way down the line, you were too focused on separating full glasses from empty ones to even notice Ah Sahm was sitting there at the end of the bar, brown eyes watching your every move as you got closer to him.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” You heard and went to dump your tray to the side before going to serve.

“Just a second!” You called out, turning around and coming face to face with Ah Sahm, who you had admittedly pushed to the back of your mind for the past hour or so.

“What’s a guy got to do to get a drink around here?” He sucked his teeth before letting his face settle in a smile and you knew immediately from the look on his handsome face that he was indeed still up for your plans.

“That depends,” since he was seated, you leaned your elbow on the counter to meet his eye line more easily but you were already pouring him his usual drink.

“Yeah? What’s the going rate?” He asked. His eyes looked a little darker than usual, his pupils blown wide and his gaze pointed, focused solely on you.

“For you? Oh baby, it’s gonna be steep,” you smiled, your face mere inches from his now. You were joking, of course. You didn’t expect anything of him. If anything you’d planned on repaying him for dealing with the shitty customer last night, and you could think of a great way to do just that.

He breathed out a laugh but his eyes flickered between yours and your lips like he would have had you there on that counter if that was what you asked. And he would have. He was so full of nothing but pure and utter desire to please you right now that he would have done absolutely anything you asked of him.

“Well, in that case,” He took the glass from between your fingers and downed the contents in one go, “We had better get started.”

You heard one of the other staff members call your name from the other side of the bar and you took a reluctant step back from Ah Sahm in surprise before pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Hold that thought!”

“Ah Toy said you gotta leave early? Sorry, I’m late but I’m here to cover your-” you had your apron whipped off and handed him before he could even finish his sentence, “shift?”

“Thanks! I owe you one!” You told the man as you lifted the wooden flap of the bar and stepped out onto the main floor.

Ah Sahm was already standing when you reached him, and his hand found yours before you could even exchange greetings. His thumb gently ran over your knuckles as he gazed down at you, finally able to see you in your entirety for the first time that night and you looked beautiful. More so than usual.

“Hello,” you spoke as you looked up at him, appreciating the way he’d undone one too many of his shirt buttons that day.

“Hi,” he returned, bringing your knuckles to his lips as he had done the night before as he took your other hand in his too, “You sure you wanna do this?”

“Definitely. You?”

“Absolutely. I haven’t stopped thinking about you all night. You look beautiful,” he leaned his mouth down close to your ear before whispering, “and I bet you’ll be especially beautiful when I look up at you from between your thighs.”

His words and the way his eyes searched your face after he said them made your stomach burn with need, with desire for him, “Then we had better get started,” you grinned, repeating his own words back to him as you tugged his hand gently in the direction of room twelve.

He had you pressed against him the moment he kicked the door shut behind him. Your lips were on his just as quickly. The back of his knees hit the bedside and he fell against the covers, taking you with him. And he kissed so good that you found yourself getting lost in the movements of his mouth. You held both of his cheeks, feeling the soft stubble gliding beneath your fingers and you couldn’t help but wonder for a moment what that might feel like between your thighs.

You straddled his waist, fingers tangling in his hair and he trailed his mouth over your neck. When suddenly it hit you. “Wait shit, what time is it?”

He pulled his mouth off of you immediately and looked over your shoulder at the clock on the wall, “About a half past midnight. Why? Is everything okay?” The concern in his voice was endearing, his knuckle trailing over your cheek as he searched your face for an answer.

“Shit!” You cursed, “Ah Toy said she wants you out by closing and we close at one tonight.”

You hadnt really wanted this to be a quick fuck, especially since Ah Toy told you that wasn’t really Ah Sahm’s style either. But in the end, you supposed that all this really was is casual sex, nothing extraordinary.

“Then I guess we should cut right to it,” he mused, settling himself back against the pillows, “Sit on my face?”

“What?” That you absolutely weren’t expecting. At best you thought he might suggest a quickie which would likely just leave you more frustrated and unsatisfied given that you didn’t know each other’s bodies yet. But he wanted to use the limited time you had together to eat you out?

“Sit on my face?” He asked again, a smile creeping onto his lips at the look of utter bewilderment on your face.

“I heard what you said,” you told him, pressing a hand to his firm chest, “But did you not wanna cut right to the chase? We don’t have much time.”

“That’s exactly why I’m suggesting what will probably be the quickest way to get you off,” his eyebrows raised in amusement as he watched you go through what had to be rivalling on all seven of the stages of grief, trying to comprehend the fact that he wanted to give you such pleasure knowing that you likely wouldn’t have time to give him anything in return.

“Ah Sahm-” you started but he wasn’t going to hear it.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m here to make you feel good if you’ll have me,” He extended his hand towards you, “So how’s about it?”

You took his hand but made sure to show him your appreciation first by capturing his mouth with yours again. And his hands gripped your waist, pressing you against him. You found yourself regretting that you didn’t have time to sit there and explore one another as you’d been so hoping to.

But that was an endeavour for another night perhaps, tonight he wanted to taste you.

Soon he had your knees planted firmly on the pillows at either side of his head and you sat back enough that you could look down at his face. He was so beautiful. There wasn’t really another word that described him more perfectly than that, and he somehow looked even better beneath you as he was now.

“You nervous?” He asked, fingers running along the backs of your thighs as he gazed up at you with slightly parted lips.

“I just realised that I maybe should’ve taken my panties off.”

He smiled up at you then and took that as confirmation that you were indeed nervous, “That’s alright. And it’s okay if you’re nervous, there’s no reason to be. Promise, I’ll take care of you. Ah Toy would have my head if I didn’t.”

You laughed at that and he felt the tension easing out of your body already, “That she would… I’m ready.”

“You sure?” He asked and you nodded, “You mind if I take these off?”

Admittedly you weren’t sure what you thought he meant when he asked if he could take off your panties. Maybe you assumed he would find some way to manoeuvre them far enough down your open legs so that he could slide them off your feet. What you weren’t expecting however was for him to tear the fabric from your hips completely and with such delicate ease. It was so easy to forget just how strong he was beneath that suit but that was a sight you would have to wait until another night to see.

“Shit,” he cursed as your lower half lay bare before him, your dress bunched up in one of his hands, and you recoiled a little, thinking maybe he was having second thoughts, “You look so fucking good.”

“You really don’t have to do-“ You cut yourself off mid-sentence as he tipped his head forward and licked one long, slow line through your already glistening folds.

You looked down at him to see him gazing up at you with eager eyes as his grip on the back of your thighs tightened so your pussy was closer to his face and easier to access.

You tried to speak again, to tell him that holy shit, that felt good but his next movement had any words you had hoped to form simply dissolving into a soft moan of his name. You had to brace your palm on the wall as the other gripped the headboard to keep from potentially smothering him.

His movements were slow, excruciatingly so, and he groaned as if you were the most delicious flavour to ever pass his lips. To him at that moment, you were. He wanted to savour you, taste you as he might a wine he couldn’t afford.

Meanwhile, you sat nearly shaking from trying to keep your hips from bucking, to stop yourself from grinding against his face. You thought it might be rude, you’d only kissed him for the first time not ten minutes ago, yet here you were with your pussy pressed against his glorious mouth. Your wetness no doubt coating his chin. You couldn't resist taking one look down at his face and seeing it mostly obscured by your pussy had your stomach fluttering. His pupils were blown so wide that you could have almost forgotten their beautiful brown hue, how under the light they usually shone almost golden, as if they were once kissed by the sun.

The corners of his eyes crinkled when you let out a shaky breath, clearly delighted he was making you feel good. And boy did he. He made you feel too good for you to contain the tension within you anymore so you jerked your hips forward, then backwards. His mouth moving against you so wonderfully that you couldn’t really help it, although he sensed you still held back for fear of hurting him. He tilted his head backwards just a little so he had room to speak, pressing a kiss to your thigh before he did.

“No need to be gentle, sweetheart. Ride me as hard as you want, alright? The only thing you gotta worry about is whether or not you want beard burn on your thighs.”

With that, he was back at it again and you heeded his advice as he encouraged you to. His grip on your thighs tensing and releasing with the sway of your hips, helping you to grind against his mouth. He let you control the pace, just as he said he would.

Any and all insecurities you had about the current position simply melted away at both his words and the want that laced them. He was enjoying you so much. As you got wetter and moaned louder, he got harder and hummed groans against your pussy that had your eyes closing in bliss.

He alternated between tending to your clit, smoothing his way through your foods and pressing his tongue inside you. But he was sparing with his movements on your clit, teasing it, circling around it but never quite giving it the desired pressure no matter how much you clambered for it.

The only thing he didn’t like about eating pussy was that he couldn’t talk to you as much as he liked to. He couldn’t really praise you as he longed to. He wanted to tell you how good you tasted, how much he loved the sounds you made. So he had to instead just focus on making you feel even better as the only form of praise he could really give you right now.

“Ah Sahm!” Your moan of his name sent his eyes closing and his chest heaving. He’d never enjoyed the sound of his own name as much as he did just then and that was saying something.

You rode his face more harshly now, more pointedly. And the hairs on his jaw and his chin tickled the soft skin of your thighs.

When you grasped some of the hair on his head between your fingers in an effort to keep him in place, he decided that then would be the best time to really focus on your clit. As he sucked it into his mouth you threw your head back and swallowed a cry. But he kept going, kept swirling his tongue on your clit before licking his way down to gather more of your wetness on his tongue and then repeating. Again and again, until you felt like you could barely breathe.

You called out his name again but it was barely coherent as you desperately rode his face in search of friction. He hummed, loudly, and you knew then that that was him moaning into your pussy as he picked up his pace.

When you told him you were close, barely getting the words out, he moved the hand that wasn’t bunching up your dress down instead to between your legs and pressed a single finger inside you. The sound that came with it was beyond sinful. He’d made you so wet. Wet enough that he didn’t have to lather up his tongue anymore, fully focusing on your clit as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you in such a perfect rhythm that he could have been keeping pace with a song.

The headboard creaked and crashed against the wall with the force of your hips now, both of you too focused to care.

That achingly hot pressure in your belly built so fiercely that when it finally culminated and you came, you found yourself desperately leaning against the headboard for support.

And Ah Sahm all but devoured you. His warm tongue kept lapping at you as your legs shook and your pussy pulsed around his finger. He couldn’t help but think about how wonderfully you might clench around him as you came. His stomach burned at the thought, just imagining how good it would feel to be inside of you. But for now, he focused on working you through your release, taking every drop of you that he could on his tongue and moaning at the taste. The noises you made were music to his waiting ears and he closed his eyes to focus on that as he gently suckled your clit between his plumped lips.

When your legs ceased their clenching around his head, he carefully lifted you off of him and set you down where he had been back against the pillows. To your surprise, he went straight back to your pussy, making sure he’d thoroughly finished you off.

“Holy shit,” you breathed, smoothing his hair away from his eyes with one hand. And he still looked beautiful although the lower half of his face shone from you. As he was cleaning you up, he was careful not to apply too much pressure to any singular spot in case you were oversensitive. But the way his eyes caught yours as you gently played with his hair, you weren’t sure if he was sent from heaven or had been dragged right up from the depths of hell.

Satisfied, he pressed a kiss to the inside of each of your thighs then your clit once more before resting his cheek on your lower stomach and gazing up at you in wonder. His eyes fluttered closed as you ran your fingers over his soft hair and he exhaled a sigh of pure content, nuzzling the soft skin of your stomach with his nose.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the first night we met,” he confessed.

He was clearly exhausted after that and no wonder he was. He ate you out like it was an art form, with all the precision and grace of man in complete control of his own body but most importantly, fully aware of the effect his ministrations had on you.

“If I had known then that you could do that with your mouth then I would have gladly let you,” you replied as your breath began to even out.

You offered him a sleepy, utterly blissful smile and he pressed a kiss to your stomach before doing the same. Your fingers on his scalp relaxed him, calmed him down from the high of getting you off.

So that’s where you lay as the precious minutes ticked by. Ah Sahm resting his cheek on your stomach as you played with his hair and thought about all the ways you���d like to repay him for his efforts. That’s where you lay until one o’clock rolled around and you heard a knock at the door.

Next Part

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[jonahxrivas]

A smile trickled back onto his lips, wavering slightly as thoughts threatened to force the uptick back down, but Rohan’s words were a soothing balm, comforting and warm that made Jonah all but want to wrap himself up in them. He could not out-word the man, not now or ever, and comfortably resigned to the fact that he’d just have to find ways to show how much Rohan meant to him. “If you weren’t a writer already I’d tell you to pursue that option. How you manage to weave something so beautiful with the same alphabet we have access to is magic. I’ll never be able to put anything as beautifully as you’ve done, but I’m grateful and I have to thank you and this town too in a way. Taking on the research project out of curiosity led me here and it quite literally threw me into a whole new world but the reason I didn’t fully lose my mind was because I fell into your orbit. I’m eternally grateful.” He may not have the right words but he hoped the feeling, at least, translated outwards. 

“I’m sorry about the Playhouse, what happened was..well I think in a way could’ve been avoidable especially the physical destruction of that place. It’s a place you care for and put love and effort into making it what it is, in that respect it’s more than just stuff. I have savings, you can use that towards anything that needs it and if the place needs cleaning and things, I can ask the aquarium crew, I’m here for you like you are for me, alright? In every and all ways.” Nodding slowly at the statement, Jonah grew sombre, this darkness clung with unshakable dread, deep pools of it sitting in all corners of his heart and soul threatening to drag him under at each slip-up and he’s had so many of those. He didn’t want to dump it all onto Rohan, that wasn’t fair but hand held onto his tighter, fearful to loosen in case he slipped away right then and there into that abyss, “This is enough. You. Here. I can’t ask for more.” It was a sweet gesture but Jonah shook his head, “Not foolish but entirely too sweet. All or none is a fair concept here, I can’t imagine what it’s like for others.” Not all were his case, but there were Humans here, born or stumbled in, they couldn’t leave without the same thing being inflicted, perhaps that was something to look into finding them and understanding their experiences.

“There’ll always be a part of me, darling, that will think that nightmare to be reality. I can avoid it forever or we can sit and stare at it, but it’s the feeling that’s taken root in me that cannot be shaken. I’m afraid to say that my mind’s trapped me in that moment, won’t always show, won’t always remember and logically I know it’s not real but…” he shook his head. To share fears as well as joy were what relationships were about, but this surpassed just a fear, “I can’t burden that onto you, not when that affected you as well.” Sea and wind, and Rohan, it wasn’t a bad life. Forever wasn’t daunting, humans had an expiration date and that had never bothered him, dying before his time was the fear but to spend whatever time had left with Rohan filled him with an overwhelming feeling. This was the right choice. He knew that for a long time, fears held him back and they might continue to do so, but the press of lips to the back of his hand combined with the meaning of the words uttered, heartbeat quickened too, “I wouldn’t mind being a figment of your imagination too, I’d be yours and love every bit. I love you every bit. But a-re you sure?” The question fell despite his will as he stammered out his thoughts into words, “I mean i-it’s a yes, yes, o-ofcourse, I’ll arrange it but after everything, after how messed up my mind is, you still want this?” Baby photos and talks of future, he wanted that, he wanted that with Rohan. “They’ll adore you.” In the very next beat, after letting out a shaky breath, Jonah faced Rohan again, “We have to ask Bri as well, tell her about this properly. She’s family too and I’ve already disappointed her immensely. I have to ask her.”

With a gentle shake of his head, Rohan wrapped him more tightly in his embrace. "Shh. Shh. Come now. You're no such thing. I may not be able to out-fact a scientist, but you can't out-word a writer. And I will sit here for hours and find ways to speak aloud everything that makes you incredible, Jonah." With a weak smile, he placed his hands on his boyfriend's cheeks, meeting his gaze, one that could still make time stop, his own voice layered with sincerity. "For the first half of my life, I believed myself to be human. And how beautiful a thing that was to be. And then to find my way here? To this place? You cannot imagine the happenstance. A cat. Spells. Ghosts. A chance visit. Years and years and years of perfectly timed happenstance, all to lead me to a beach. And a rock. And a brilliant man. How can that be anything less than magical? That the universe had to so conspire, across so many millennia, to plant a love of the ocean in your heart and draw you here so that I may get to experience a love for you in mine?" Leaning in, he planted a kiss to his forehead. "You don't have to thank me, babe. You're my boyfriend. This is what we do."

An easy finger came up to wipe at his eye. "You've never let me down. Not once. Let me make that clear. But...okay, honestly?" Rohan sighed. "I don't see a clear path for the Playhouse to come back. Not right now. It's awful. But it's okay. It's stuff. It's all stuff." He shrugged. "I worry most for the staff. I need to find a way to keep them housed and insured and all that. But now you have to go. We're going to stay right here all night and let out all the poison." And that was important, Rohan, thought, because right now, he hoped, was the very start of the rest of their own lives. And that start should be a happy one, unburdened by darkness. A futile wish, but one he would fight for because Jonah deserved nothing less.

"I'm sorry. That it's this way. I think there should be exceptions. That certain humans get to be immune. I'll go to the Council. Ask them to institute a Rivas Clause," he mused, half-jokingly. "That's foolish, isn't it? But...I do want you to know, Jonah, that nightmare, it wasn't a premonition. It was a twisted creation made of our greatest fears. That's all. You want to avoid that road forever? We can do that. You want me to sit beside you and drive right up to the edge each and every day until we both can stare right at it, face-to-face, I'll do that too." He smiled weakly, following Jonah's gaze to their hands. "You'd like it. It's all sea and wind," he whispered, a glimmer of mischief finding his face. "I could never have imagined you. You're too great. The best. How could I have? I'm not that good a writer." His heart ached now, though, because he so wanted that, a happy and beautiful life for Jonah, with Jonah. "You're it for me too. Forever." He kissed the back of the other's hand. "FaceTime. I'd like to meet your moms. Plan it, and we'll make it happen. I want to see each and every little baby photo. I'm going to team up with them. We're all going to ooh and ahh over you and tell you how wonderful you are. I'm going to need their blessing if me and their son are going to be old and gray together."

[gryffindors-weasley]

To Love You

Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ron has always been too shy to tell you how he feels, until he’s finally not.

Warnings: mentions of injury, mutual pining, fluff

There are five times Ron Weasley almost says ‘I love you’, and the one time he finally does.

The first time was at the Yule Ball. He had been thinking about it for a ridiculously long time, pestering Harry and Hermione on how to ask you, nearly pacing a hole in the already worn rug of the common room before plucking up the courage to finally do it. Of course Hermione's threats to ask you for him nudged him in the right direction, but that’s not the point. The point is, his heart nearly beat out of his chest upon seeing you in your dress, more so when you rushed down the stairs to greet him with a hug.

“Y-you look…beautiful,” he complimented with a nervous laugh, mentally kicking himself for stumbling over his words so awkwardly, hoping his feelings for you weren’t so completely obvious. Not to mention his cheeks and the tips of his ears burned with the flush of embarrassment.

“Thank you, Ron,” you smile, linking your arm with his.

An hour later, a slower song had come on and he’d managed to loosen up a bit from earlier. But the way you’d been standing so close, close enough for him to smell your shampoo, or the way your hand was in his as the two of you had swayed together had him wishing this date wasn’t platonic. The couples that had been dancing were beginning to dwindle as the night went on, but you remained in his arms. A soft smile was on your lips and every time you looked at him his heart rate would spike. He was thanking his lucky stars you couldn’t see his ears cause surely they were as red as the long locks that covered them.

The way you laughed as he twirled you, that bloody twirl McGonagall had made him do over and over, he swore he almost said those three words. But he bit it back as you rested your head on his chest, shoving it to the back of his mind because he couldn’t possibly be in love yet, right? That had to be preposterous.

The second time was the summer before 6th year. Neither of you could sleep and Ron found himself poking his head in Ginny’s room, whispering your name softly. When you lifted your head he motioned for you to follow him with a wave of his hand.

“Are you sure you even know how to drive this thing?” He laughed as he made an effort to close the door to his fathers car quietly. The car he was to never set foot in again without the presence of one of his parents.

“I can’t imagine I’d be any worse than you,” you snicker, a scoff leaving his lips but he couldn’t fight his smile.

But you were right, you were always right. Granted, he will admit it was a not so smooth take off but you ended up being a natural. You always made anything and everything look easy, as if you’d done it a million times before.

The two of you comically howled at the moon, his head stuck out the window as he did so, your laugh filling the air and melting his heart. Then he found himself staring, for heavens sake he couldn’t stop staring. The way the breeze weaves its way through your hair, the way the moonlight makes your face glow, or the way you stuck your hand out the window to feel the summer air. He swore he never saw anything more beautiful.

“What?” You laugh, pulling him out of his thoughts.

His cheeks reddened as he briefly averted his gaze with a soft laugh. You were back on the ground now, the sound of the engine no longer helping as silence filled the car. Then he looked at you again, your eyes sparkling in a way that only yours do. The words were on the very tip of his tongue, ready to spill his declaration of love to you. His heart was racing, the pounding beat seemingly in his ears as he opened his mouth to speak.

Then both your attention was pulled away as an angry Mrs. Weasley yelled her sons name.

The third time he almost told you was at Hogsmeade. He was watching you from a distance with Harry and Hermione, grumbling angrily as he glared at the sight. Your arm had been linked with Draco’s as you walked, having just come out of Honeydukes with a box of chocolates.

“Why would she come here with Malfoy?” He muttered through gritted teeth, fists clenched in his pockets. He didn’t understand how you were friends with him, and he didn’t understand why it made him quite this angry. But he was grateful he could blame color in his cheeks on the winter weather, though Hermione knew it was her poor friends temper.

“Maybe it’s because you didn’t ask her,” she suggested.

“We always go, Mione,” he grumbled.

Unbeknownst to him, it was not a date you were on. It wasn’t the first time Draco had taken you here or bought you something, you were his good friend. And quite honestly he was going above and beyond just to get under the redheads skin, he’s Draco after all. And he somehow knew about Ron’s feelings for you.

“Why don’t you just tell her you love her?” Harry asked, as if it were the most simple thing in the world.

“Shut up, Harry,” he groaned angrily, “I don’t love her.”

Except he did. He absolutely did and the way you smiled at the blonde made his stomach churn and twist in knots. He was two seconds away from storming up to you and declaring his feelings, but he thought better of it. Instead, he went off in the other direction, no longer wanting to be there.

The fourth time was after a quidditch match that landed him in the infirmary. After a bit of competition with Cormac, that may or may not have been to impress you, he took a fall that luckily wasn’t too high from the ground. It was quiet while Madame Pomfrey healed his broken leg good as new with a carefully crafted potion, but it all changed when you had showed up.

“Ronald Weasley, are you okay?” You panicked immediately, eyes bouncing over the scrape on his cheek and several others that littered his pale skin.

“I’m fine, Y/n/n,” he chuckled, earning a glare from you.

“It’s not funny, Ron. Any higher and you could be dead!” You looked like you were on the verge of tears as you stared down at him, his hand gently enveloped by yours and you closed your eyes. You took a deep breath to cool off before opening them again, his eyes on you.

“I guess my beginners luck had worn off,” he said with an airy laugh, prompting an eye roll from you that inevitably turned to a smile.

You brushed strands of red hair from his eyes before cupping his cheek with your free hand. The tips of his ears burned and his cheeks tinged pink at the action, the way your thumb was brushing back and forth along his cheek making him want to gush about how completely and utterly in love he was with you.

He scooted over and offered a smile, hoping you’d understand what he was getting at. You laid down next to him, cautious of his leg nevertheless but laying your head on his chest. You tried not to think about how hard his heart had been beating, had it been because of you?

“Y/n?”

“Hm.”

“I…” you hadn’t seen the conflicted look on his face, “I’m really glad you’re here.”

“Me too.”

The fifth time is at Bill and Fleur's wedding. You were a bit late with Ginny, Ron holding a half conversation with Harry because he just couldn’t focus. His eyes were on the tent entrance more than they were his best friend but at this point he didn’t care about being obvious. You were the missing piece, it didn’t feel as bright when you weren’t there. He couldn’t stop thinking about you really, you’d invaded his mind long ago and he couldn’t get you out of it, not that he wanted to. He wanted to hold you, he wanted to kiss you, he wanted to wake up with you every day for the rest of his life.

Somewhere between Harry’s muffled words and his own thoughts, you had walked in, the last little bit of attention he gave Harry vanishing and going to you. A soft smile pulled at the right corner of his mouth, widening to a toothy grin when your eyes landed on him. Harry had gone to join Ginny, and once Ron had stopped gawking at you he found some words to say.

“You look beautiful.” You smiled at his words, remembering the night he said them at the ball a few years prior. But he meant every word. Your hair was curled, framing your face perfectly. The color of your dress fit your skin tone so beautifully. And the way you looked at him, it was enough to knock the breath out of him, make his knees weak.

He’d waited an agonizing half hour as he watched you dance and converse with Luna because he’d been too shy to ask you to dance. His brothers certainly gave him grief for it when they found him gazing at you from across the room, to which he grumbled and glared at them, only tearing his eyes from you momentarily. Luna knew as well, not that Ron was discreet but she always was able to sense these kinds of things. So she pushed you off in the redheads direction.

Now you two were dancing, and he too was thinking of the Yule Ball as your hand was in his, head on his shoulder as you swayed about the dance floor slowly. The smell of your perfume flooded his senses, the sweet smell so distinctly you. “Y/n?”

He could’ve kicked himself for that, scrambling to think of an excuse or something else to say. But when you lifted your head to look at him, it didn’t matter. He could see every freckle that peppered across your nose and cheeks at the close proximity, your smile making his heart skip a beat. He only opened his mouth, closing it once more before resting his forehead against yours for a moment.

You knew what he was going to say, at least you hoped you did, feeling the stare of all your friends burning into the both of you. He was smiling when you turned your head, hand pressed to his chest as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. You rested your head back on his shoulder, his hand quickly finding yours again as he let his eyes fall closed.

The first time Ron Weasley says ‘I love you’, finally says it, it’s not exactly how he’d planned it to be. The two of you, amongst several other Hogwarts students had been helping to rebuild for the new year. The damage Bellatrix, as well as the entire battle, had caused left some parts nearly unrecognizable, but it had come a very long way since the beginning of summer. It wasn’t quite the Hogwarts you’ve all grown up with, but there was a newer, more improved school for young witches and wizards to call their home in years to come.

After the rebuilding had been finalized, the two of you, along with Harry, Hermione and Ginny had separated from the group to head down to the lake. It finally felt like you could breathe for the first time in months. Like the weight that had been pressing down on your shoulders was beginning to lighten some.

Harry and Ginny dipped their feet in the water, the couple enjoying their first bit of free time while they had it. Hermione had tucked herself against a tree with a book, another at her side in case she finished that one. Of course you had no doubt that she would.

You and Ron had a bit of distance between yourselves and the group, sitting amongst the slightly overgrown grass. He watched you fondly as you skipped rocks on the lake, his chin in his hand as his elbow rested against his knee. He squinted against the afternoon sun and the breeze blew his ginger hair in his eyes some, but he couldn’t tear his gaze from you even if he tried. It was something about the way the sun made you look golden, reflecting off your hair that had a couple wildflowers tucked within it. Or the way you smiled each time a rock successfully bounced off the water. There was something about you that was so entrancing, he could never quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was everything. It was definitely everything, he concluded.

“Why don’t you take a picture, Ronald? It just might last longer,” you laugh lightheartedly.

His face immediately flushes a light shade of pink as he averts his gazes momentarily. Those words were on the very tip of his tongue again. The words he could never manage to get farther than that very spot.

“I have a secret,” he manages, wringing his hands as he tries to control his pounding heart.

“Oh yeah?” You tuck your hair behind your ear as you wait for him with a smile.

“Yeah,” he laughs softly, tilting his head slightly as he looked at you. He watches as you lean back on your hands, looking up at the sky. He knows he can’t let the silence brew any longer or else he’d make a fool of himself. “I love you.”

The words were soft and a bit hesitant, his quiet admission causing you to turn your head with a furrow of your brows. “What?”

He swallowed thickly, sitting up a little straighter. “I love you.”

It’s more confident this time, a little louder. His cheeks surely burned brighter than moments ago. You smile softly and he feels himself relax at the simple gesture, and before he knows it your lips are on his. A feeling he’s so desperately longed for for an obscenely long time. He found himself missing it the moment you pulled away, though you hadn’t strayed too far as you rested your forehead on his.

“I love you, Ron Weasley,” you whisper, kissing him once more.

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