#wilds fan fiction

[spirk-trek]

As I Do Thee Fanzine | Deeb, 1989

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

Teach Me.

D.R.W x S.F.K x Reader

Author’s Note: This is my Christmas gift to y'all! I've put together a full version of the two part Wild Wednesday posts I wrote recently. I really am so proud of how these came out and I wanted to put it into an easy read so you didn’t have to scour my WW tags and risk it just kinda falling to the ether. I may do this again in the future, depending on how this goes.

Synopsis: Being in a relationship with Danny and both of you having long lasting sexual tension with Danny 's best friend, Sam. A beautiful night of showing Sam what makes you and Danny feel good.

Word Count: 2.7K (quick and easy threesome)

Pairing: Danny x Sam x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Foul language, oral, threesome, light dom/sub, raw sex (Wrap it before you tap your boyfriend and his best friend)

Teach Me. -D.R.W x S.F.K x F. Reader

All I can picture is being friends with Sam and dating Danny. Always having this constant sexual tension between you, and seeing it also with Danny and his best friend. After a drunken evening with Danny, you find out that Sam and him kissed on New Years once. It was a one time thing, but it felt good. You keep thinking about the idea of Sam and Danny kissing, and you wish to be in the middle of it one day.

Somehow, some way, you find yourself in the middle of your fantasy. Danny loves showing you off to Sam, showing what makes you feel good, and you can't help but pipe up. "Can I show you what makes Danny feel good, Sammy?" You ask, standing there in the middle of the bedroom, both Sam and Danny watching you. "Yes, please." He whispers, a little nervously.

"Sit on the edge of the bed. Both of you." You ask teasingly. The friend's look at each other before sitting, you can't help but look at them like this. So toned, soft skin, side by side, hard and wanting. You drop to your knees between Danny's legs, moving your hair aside. "He loves to watch the way I suck his cock." You smile at Sam as you take Danny's hard member in your hand. "I pump his cock slowly at first." You say as you demonstrate, Sam's eyes glued to your motions. "Then I lick his tip just like this." You let your tongue gently lap at Danny's tip, relishing in the attention as Danny moans, letting his head fall back. "Then I take him into my mouth, like this." You whisper, before leaning in and taking Danny's cock down your throat, slowly taking him inch by inch. Danny groans, his hand in your hair as you bob your head up and down on him.

"Fuck." Sam breathes, his hand slowly pumping his own cock. You slowly come up and off Danny's dick and look up at Sam, "You wanna try?" You smile up at him sweetly, heart slamming in your chest. "I can show you, again." You tease as you make your way between Sam's thighs, replacing his hand with your hand, wrapping around his achingly hard cock. It's so pretty, soft and warm against your palm. "I think you should show him baby, Sammy's a visual learner." Danny smirks as he leans in and kisses Sam's neck. Sam's eyes roll back in his head as he loses himself for a moment, sandwiched between his two friends. "Pay attention, Sammy." Danny whispers in his ear. "Yes, sir." Sam quips, a lazy stoner smile on his face.

Both boys look back at you. "I touch him just like this." You say, pumping slowly, watching Sam's thighs flex at your touch. "Then I lick his tip like this." "Mhmm," Sam's voice shakes as he watches Danny's hands playing with his nipples. You let your tongue explore the soft expanse of Sam's tip, loving the feeling of salty precum on your tongue. "That's my good girl." Danny grins as you pull off, letting a gentle bit of spit cover his tip and down his length. "Then take him deeper into your mouth." You repeat, bringing your open mouth down Sam's cock, pumping the rest into your mouth as you begin to take Sam's dick into your throat. Moaning around him as you do. "Fuck sake." Sam breathes, his hand tentatively touching your hair. "Go ahead Sam, show her how much you like it." Danny assures. Sam moves his hand into your hair, so gentle still as he moves your hair to the side and guides you along his length, your nails raking up his thigh as you do so. "God, you're so pretty." Danny whispers to you, "So pretty." Sam agrees gingerly.

Sam surprises you by guiding you off of him, "Can I try? Please?" He asks eagerly. Your eyes glisten from taking him deep, "Mhm." You respond, excited to watch. You move to be next to Danny's knee, watching as your boyfriend follows Sam's movements to be on his knees in front of him. You move Sam's hands up to relax on Danny's thighs. "Start here, be sweet and kiss here." You whisper in his ear, watching as goosebumps raise on Sam's skin. His hands relax onto both Danny's thighs, gently feeling the muscles underneath. He leans in and places tender kisses against the skin of both inner thighs. "Good boy." Danny coos, hand gently running over Sam's cheek to his jaw, thumb turning over his bottom lip, slowly. You could cut the tension with a knife.

"And you do just what I showed you." You whisper, watching as Sam moves a hand to Danny's cock. "So soft." Sam murmurs to himself, getting acquainted with the feeling. Danny sighs as he watches Sam pump his cock lazily at first, increasing in speed just a tad. Sam leans in on his own, gently kitten licking at Danny's cock. Danny lets out a hiss as he tries to control himself, locking eyes with Sam. You can't help but begin to touch yourself as you watch, just taking in the sight as Sam lets a little bit of saliva dribble down Danny's shaft, wetting it for his hand and bringing his mouth down the length. "Go slow, pretty boy." You whisper, moving closer to Sam, eyes on Danny as you reach around and tug on Sam's own cock. A moan reverberating from Sam's throat and around Danny, making Danny groan, his eyes flutter shut for just a moment.

"Good boy, Sammy." You whisper, your hand slowly pumping his cock, making him sigh as he begins to take more of Danny. "Fuck, Sam." Danny's hand relaxes into Sam's hair, he gently takes his hair up into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide him up and down.

Sam gags a bit on Danny's cock, but presses on, a tear rolling down his cheek. "There he is, good job sweet boy, keep going, just like that." You rasp against his ear, pumping him faster now. You can tell Danny is close, the way he moans, how his head falls back, his lips parted. "Come on Sammy, wanna watch you cum." You smile as your thumb rolls over the tip of his hard cock, Sam hums around Danny's length, making Danny's grip in Sam's hair tighten. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck." Danny mumbles out, "Want to watch you swallow it all." You say, egging Danny and Sam on, knowing just how bad they each want it.

Sam pumps Danny's cock into his mouth, using his hand for what he can't fit in his throat. "Baby the tip of his cock, Sammy. I know he loves it." You advise, also doing the same thing to Sam with your hand. You watch as he arches his back, moaning around the tip of Danny's cock.

Danny's hand is like a vice grip on Sam's hair, holding him still as he cums down Sam's throat. Sam eagerly swallows it all, every last drop, "Oh Sam. Oh fuck Sam." Danny whimpers as he cums, Sam can't help it, cumming in your hand. He pulls his mouth away, moaning and whining as he cums hard for you both.

You can't help but grin as you look at these two gorgeous men. Sam wraps his arms around Danny, his head in his lap, Danny hunched over Sam, playing with his hair as they both catch their breaths. "So good. You tasted so good." Sam whispers, turning to look up at Danny. Danny kisses Sam deeply, tasting himself on his best friend's tongue. Danny hums against his lips. "Had a good teacher." Sam breathes, looking at you. You blush, moving closer to the two of them.

Sam kisses you before giving you to Danny to kiss. "So can we do this again, soon?" You ask looking to them. "Of course. I gotta know what makes you tick next." Sam smiles against your neck. "Why wait?" Danny speaks, kissing your neck. 

"No time like the present. My girl has done such a good job, being so sweet to both of us, I think she deserves some of our attention, don't you think Sammy?" Danny coos in your ear, kissing up your neck, his hand cradling your jaw. "Mm, the teacher becomes the subject." Sam smirks, kissing up the other side of your neck. You feel like you could burst into flames with the way their touches feel on your body. "Y-Yes please." You submit without a fight, not wanting to wait for your turn after being so terribly teased from watching Sam suck off your boyfriend.

"You're gonna love playing with her, she's such a good girl for me. You're gonna be a good girl for Sam, baby?" Danny asks, turning your face to him, your eyes hooded with lust. "Yes, sir. I can be good." You whisper, a subtle quiver in your voice, you can hardly wait. "Good, pretty girl." Danny whispers against your lips, kissing you deep. He pulls away from you, looking over to Sam, "You want to ask her to lay down, Sammy? I don't think our girl deserves to wait any longer." Danny says, ever the mind reader.

"Lay down, pretty girl." Sam smiles, lending you a hand to help you onto the bed. You relax into the pillows, your heart slamming in your chest. The two boys kneel on either side of your body, their eyes feasting over your figure. You should feel semi nervous, but you can't help but feel so safe. You know they only want to make you feel good. Danny's hand runs up your inner thigh, up to your pussy. You sigh out a moan, "Oh Sammy, she needs it bad." Danny smirks as his fingers run up from your pussy to your clit, the collective wetness on Danny's fingertips make your mind melt as he begins to swirl your clit under his middle finger with ease. "Just feel how wet she is for us." Danny invites Sam closer, his hand dragging along the expanse of your inner thigh. You spread your legs wider, showing off just how much you need it. Sam's fingers glide gently inside of you, you moan as his long, slender fingers press ever so slowly inside of you. "Oh fuck." Sam whispers, his cock bounces, so hard with need again. "You're soaked." Sam smiles, his eyes holding yours, you can't help but blush. The sound of your own wetness fills the room as Sam's fingers slowly move in and out. "That's my girl." Danny smiles at you, his fingers on your clit combined with Sam's make you cry out, your eyes fluttering shut as your hips buck.

"Not yet, baby doll. We're just getting started." Danny grins, his hand moving away, prompting Sam to follow suit. You can't help but whimper in frustration. "Danny, please." You whine, your thighs pressing together for some sort of relief. "Spread your legs baby, let me show Sam how you like to cum on my face." Danny asks softly.

You follow his order, letting Danny lay between your legs, making himself at home while Sam moves closer to your hip so he can watch. Danny's hands run softly up your legs and rest on your thighs, his eyes closed as he kisses you on your thighs. "She likes it when you start slow, don't you, baby?" Danny speaks quietly between your thighs. The warm air from his lips makes you practically buzz with excitement. "Yes, sir." You smile shyly. "Kiss her just like this, she feels so soft and warm." Danny explains, kissing you sweetly, pressing wet, lazy kisses up both inner thighs. "Then, slowly, bring your tongue up through her folds." Danny says, his tongue gently trailing up your wetness, making you sigh gently at the sensation of his cool tongue. "You see? She loves it. Don't you, princess?" You nod quickly, "Mhmm." You whine. "Then a few more times, just like that." Danny says to Sam, almost ignoring your whimpers. Danny's hands go to your hips, pulling you closer, your legs propping up out of habit, giving Danny a place to bring his hands, pulling your thighs to lay against his shoulders. "See? She knows how she wants it." Danny smirks to Sam, who is now lazily pumping himself as he watches. Danny closes his eyes, his tongue moving quicker on your clit, your back arches as he hums out a moan against you. Sam lends a hand to Danny, moving hair away from his face. It makes you go crazy watching them like this.

Soon, Danny pulls away and sits back up, kneeling next to Sam. "You wanna make my girl cum for you?" Danny asks Sam. Sam nods quickly, "God, yes, please." Sam answers. The two trade places, and you're already a dizzy mess. "Kiss her thighs, get her comfortable." Danny says, his eyes flitting up to you, his hand on your calf as he watches from your side so he can watch.

Sam kisses your thighs, his eyelashes tickle as he looks up at you and then over to Danny. He follows Danny's instructions, moving his tongue to your pussy, licking gently through them. You and Sam both sigh softly, "She does taste good." Sam murmurs, almost to himself. You can't help but blush as Sam loses himself in tasting you. Lapping you up, ever so gently. "Faster Sammy, right against her clit, she'll-" as Sam follows Danny's prompt, your hand moves into Sam's hair, your legs spreading open. "She'll do that." Danny grins as your hand tightens in Sam's hair, earning a moan from Sam. "Good boy." Danny whispers before kissing Sam on the shoulder.

It feels so good, your legs begin to shake, "Oh god Sam." You cry out, "There you go Sammy, latch your lips around her clit and suck." Danny comments, Sam follows. You cry loudly, eyes squeezed shut as your legs clamp around Sam's head. Sam moans as he presses his hips against the mattress, "She's close, dig your fingers into her hips and pull her closer, she tries to fight it but she knows she's close." Danny eggs Sam on, knowing just how you like it. Sam's hands grip tightly to you, his tongue flat as he moves his head back and forth, Danny's hand on the back of Sam's head, whispering in his ear, "Good boy, just like that."

You are losing your mind, crying out Sam's name. Danny tells Sam to move his fingers inside of you, filling you up while he laps quickly at your clit. You can feel your release coming fast, Sam's long fingers brushing deep inside you while his plump lips latch around your clit. Your grip in his hair is tight as your hips buck, but Sam's mouth never leaves you. "There she is. Good girl, let it go. Let him taste it. Let Sammy feel you on his tongue." Danny says, his voice like silk in your ears. You can't stop until you cum all over Sam's mouth, "Don't over stimulate her, just let her come down slowly, lap it up gentle and slow." Danny says softly, his hands caressing your face and moving your hair from your forehead. "Such a good girl for us. Always so good." Danny whispers to you, kissing your cheek, up to your lips.

You search for your breath in the haze. Losing grip on what's real. Sam lays against your thigh, just like how he did Danny's. You play with Sam's hair as you both come back to life. Sam slowly sits up, lips, cheeks, and chin shining with your cum. Danny smiles, pulling Sam into a kiss with his hand holding Sam's jaw. "She tastes good on your tongue." Danny whispers against his friend's mouth.

Sam moves to you, laying beside your form, kissing you deeply, his tongue in your mouth, letting you taste yourself. "Mmm." You hum against his lips. The three of you lay in a heap, you cuddled in-between your lovers, their hands softly wandering your body. "You did so good, Sam." You smile, your fingers running through Sam's hair, he grins at you. "I had a good teacher."

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Champions Resurrected AU / Prelude 1: Mipha

i was gonna post this on AO3 and I still might if I write more, but here’s a brief written retelling/continuation of the Mipha & Sidon reunion comic (warnings: canon typical violence? just in case)

The crackling noise that shook through Zora’s Domain that morning was mistaken for thunder at first. Zoras chatted amongst themselves, puzzled over lightning in a cloudless sky. Even King Dorephan, who had lived long enough to experience nearly every natural oddity that occurred near the Domain, leaned forward on his throne to peer into the vast blue.

“There, Father! Do you see it?” Sidon, always eager to abandon their discussions on politics, pointed toward the falling beam as it cut through the sky. “A falling star during the day. How rare!”

“I doubt it,” Dorephan rumbled. “I’ve seen many falling stars. I’ve never seen one like that. Something is strange about it.”

“Your Majesty, we are under attack!”

Sidon only winced a little at the sharp voice, before straightening up on instinct. He watched his father shoot his advisor an amused look as he rushed in.

“I doubt that as well, Muzu,” Dorephan chuckled. “If so, our enemy’s aim could certainly use some work!”

“Your Majesty!” Muzu cried, wringing his hands. “Please, consider the possibility at least!”

Sidon tuned out the conversation, walking out to the balcony and watching the dazzling light as it descended. Now that he was really looking, it had a faint blue glow to it that seemed to be dimming as it approached the ground. Its movement was strange, bobbing through the air like it was adjusting its course. A Rito, perhaps?

Sidon certainly hoped not as he watched the light plummet behind the rocks and into the Bank of Wishes. He hadn’t met many, but from what he’d heard, the Rito weren’t particularly keen swimmers. His fins itched as thoughts of warbled squawking and the charging of Lizalfo shock arrows plagued his mind.

“I will go investigate,” Sidon said, loudly enough to cut off whatever tirade Muzu had been in the middle of.

“Sire! Surely you’re joking!” Muzu said. “You cannot be so reckless! Ever since you took on Vah Ruta, you’ve been acting as though you are invincible, insisting you handle things yourself. If you keep acting as such—”

“I am very fast and very capable. I will be back if it is anything too dangerous, I assure you!” Sidon said with a grin. He was already stepping backward towards the edge of the balcony. “You have my word.”

“My Lord!” Muzu cried as Sidon winked, before leaping gracefully off the ledge and into the waters below.

By the time Muzu had made his way to the balcony, the only trace of the prince was a slice of red cutting effortlessly through Ruto Lake.

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Mipha groaned, opening her eyes and immediately regretting it as she was buffeted by the fierce wind. As she grasped uselessly at her surroundings, every nerve suddenly sparked to life as she realized she was falling. Fast.

Her right fin was pulled open by a gust and she spun with a yelp, being tossed violently through the air. It reminded her of swimming down a waterfall, the dizzying feeling of the current and gravity pulling you relentlessly toward the sharp rocks below.

“Always keep your eyes forward, my dear Mipha,” her father’s voice echoed, pulling her back to her youth when she’d foolishly closed her eyes and nearly missed the lake below. “The most dangerous thing you can do is let your fear steer you.”

Prying her eyes open, she extended her fins and clumsily straightened herself. She felt a wave of nausea hit as the faded blues of distance gave way to the vibrant greens and purples of the earth below. A long leap off a waterfall, she told herself, that’s all this was.

Mipha bit her lip as she took in the surroundings. Even from this height, she could recognize her home, even if the sight brought her little comfort in her current situation. She was positioned over the Zora River now but could feel the wind knocking her around. Even a few feet off target could spell the end, and Mipha was already more acquainted with death than she ever wished to be.

With a shaky breath, she pulled her arms to her sides and flattened her fins, picking up speed until the world blurred. The wind whistling past her was nearly loud enough to hurt but was soon muddled by the familiar sound of rushing water and bubbling air pockets. She opened her fins quickly to slow the pull downward, relenting only when the pull of gravity faded to the gentle current of the river.

When the bubbles finally cleared, Mipha found herself upsetting close to the rocky bottom of Zora River.

She could still feel her heartbeat everywhere, behind her eyes and at the ends of her fins. She fought the tears pricking her eyes, shaking as the adrenaline slowly filtered from her system.

It was only after she’d allowed herself a moment of reprieve that it clicked.

She had a heartbeat. She could see the small bubbles pushing around her as she moved the water around her. She was here, alive.

“How is this…” Mipha stared at her hands, unmistakably solid, and forgave the tremor in her voice. “What happened?”

A warm light had descended into the depths of Vah Ruta. Mipha had known instantly what it was—could feel the warmth of Hylia even through the coldness of her spirit. She briefly said her goodbyes, before capturing the light in her hands and fading away.

In all honesty, Mipha hadn’t been certain what would come after that. But hurtling toward the ground at high speeds had not been it.

“I should…what should I do?” Mipha waded anxiously back and forth beneath the turbulent current. “Should I return to the Domain? Would that cause some sort of issue? Perhaps I should return to Vah Ruta…”

Despite her fondness for her Divine Beast, Mipha couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran through her at that. Surely after committing one hundred years to her tomb, the Goddesses would forgive her stalling her return a bit.

“I’m not even sure how much time has passed since Link’s victory over Ganon…” Mipha mumbled quietly. “For all I know, thousands of years have passed. Perhaps I’ve been reincarnated? Though I don’t think one usually reincarnates as an adult. Or with their memories, for that matter.” Even passing fish seemed to eye her warily as she fidgeted in place. She groaned.

“Oh, just make up your mind, Mipha!” she scolded quietly, squishing her face. “Right, then I’ll return to the Domain and ask around. Surely someone will be able to fill in the details.”

With that, Mipha propelled herself upwards into the main current, pivoted around the bend, and smashed headlong into something.

It was large and red, but that was all Mipha could make out past the stars in her eyes. The direct hit to the nose had shocked her system, leaving her nearly blind in the water. Dazed, she pushed upwards until water gave way to cool air. She shook her head, which only served to worsen the ringing in her ears.

Thankful at least that her sight returned, Mipha blinked and almost doubted her newly restored vision. A Zora nearly twice her size was treading water in front of her, rubbing his nose and saying something Mipha couldn’t quite make out.

“…a…logies, I must h… let the cur…nt…rry me too quickly. Are you injured? I can help you back to the Domain if you are. Again, I apologize for…” The large Zora trailed off as he looked down, blinking owlishly at Mipha.

He was familiar in a way that pulled deep at Mipha’s soul. She could see the lines of others—parts of her father, her mother, even some of herself—but it was the way his eyes lit up with an almost childlike hope that solidified what her heart already knew.

“Sidon?” She asked.

Sidon’s face split into a blinding grin.

“Sister!” He swam forward, before jolting to a stop. His eyes snapped behind her, and it was as they widened in horror that Mipha heard the charging of a shock arrow being knocked.

Spinning, Mipha reached for her trident and was met with empty air. Frantic, she launched a weak spray of water at the Lizalfo before being yanked away. She heard the arrow loose, then the sickening thunk as it embedded into skin.

She looked up at Sidon, who was hunched over her protectively. He winced, undoubtedly from the arrow lodged in his shoulder, and turned to the Lizalfo with gritted teeth.

“No!” Mipha cried. She pulled Sidon underwater, doing her best to ignore the pained yelp as she tugged on his injured arm to urge him lower.

“If I hadn’t struck the arrow with water and activated the shock before it hit you, your injury would be much more severe. We must dive deep enough that the shock radius won’t hit us if he fires again.”

“It’s just one Lizalfo, Sister!” Sidon said, but she could hear him hiss a little as he swam. “I promise, I’ve handled much worse!”

“There is never just one Lizalfo, Sidon,” She chided. “This should be deep enough. Let me heal you.”

She swam behind him, frowning at the scars that littered his body. “I need to remove the arrow before I can begin. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Sidon says, his smile strained slightly with pain. “It’s not the first time that this has happened.”

“That is what concerns me,” Mipha said quietly. She yanked the arrow out quickly before pressing her hands to the wound, pooling her energy into her palms. “I have no doubt you have defended our domain bravely, Sidon. I’m so incredibly proud of you. I only wish I could have been there to heal you and protect you from harm.”

“Sister…” Sidon said quietly. He moved to turn, but Mipha tutted at him and he stayed still, tilting his head down to stare at the riverbed below.

“It has undoubtedly been difficult since your…since you failed to return from Vah Ruta,” Sidon said. “But your unending kindness and devotion have been a beacon of hope for our whole kingdom. None more than me. You may not have known it, but there was never a moment you weren’t with me.”

He tilted his head to the side, peering over his shoulder as Mipha worked. “If I may ask, Sister, how is it that you’ve managed to return? Not that I’m ungrateful, I assure you! But…”

“In all honesty, I’m not sure myself,” Mipha said, quietly lifting her hands as the last threads of her healing magic settled into Sidon. “One moment I was aboard Vah Ruta, a spirit, finally content to move on knowing the war was won and our people were safe. Then, the next moment, I’m hurtling toward the ground, several thousand feet in the air. I’m at a loss for explanations.”

Sidon spun around quickly, eyes sparkling. “That glowing comet in the sky, that was you? That is amazing! Extraordinary!” He grabbed her hands, smiling wide. “This must be a gift from the Goddess! Payment for your hard work and sacrifice, no doubt! No one would be more deserving than you!”

At that, Mipha paused. “Do you think…The other Champions, would they have also…?”

“Perhaps so,” Sidon said, scratching his chin. “I can’t say I’ve heard anything, but admittedly I don’t keep very informed on foreign affairs. Perhaps someone else in the Domain has heard something? Or…!”

Sidon snapped to attention, smile glowing impossibly brighter. “I’ll send for Link! Surely he’ll know, as well-traveled and sociable as he is, and I have no doubt he will be thrilled to see you again! Perhaps we could even call the engagement back on!”

Mipha sputtered bubbles at Sidon’a grin. “S-Sidon! There is—was never any engagement! Link and I are friends, th-that’s all!”

Sidon frowned, looking thoughtful. “But I was positive the Zora armor was for him. It looked like a perfect fit!”

“Oh, you found that then?” Mipha said, voice pitching up an octave. “That was, erm, well it was a rash decision really. I thought better of it, hence why he never found out about it! So really, there’s no need to tell him it was even made!”

“Ah, so you didn’t end up confessing anything,” Sidon said, nodding. “Your diary entry was unclear, so I wasn’t sure whether the two of you had made proper arrangements or not. Poor Link remembers very little from that time, unfortunately, and even showing him the passage didn’t seem to help.”

“You…You read my diary?” Mipha mumbled in disbelief. She then swayed a little, realization hitting her. “Link read my diary?!”

“Yes?”

“Did…Did anyone else?”

“Father, Muzu, and a very talented Rito bard named Kass.”

Mipha made a noise like a tea kettle and Sidon looked immediately abashed, glancing away. “Er, I do hope that was alright? Father said you likely wouldn’t have minded, and I wanted so desperately to preserve your legacy.”

“Well, then I have a few words for Father,” Mipha huffed. “Reading a girl’s diary, really! How uncouth.”

She swam past him before turning, holding out a hand for Sidon. It felt a little silly now, offering to guide a Zora so much larger than herself. He must be about her age now and had clearly grown into a capable warrior. But in those eyes, Mipha could only see her young brother, still anxious to speak to others or swim too far from her side.

If Sidon took offense to the gesture, he showed no sign of it as he took her hand tightly. But then he let go, swam beside her, withdrew his trident—Mipha almost thought it was her own, but reconsidered when she noticed how large it was—and set it horizontally behind his back. He tilted his head toward it, but Mipha simply stared in confusion.

“I imagine falling from the sky was a harrowing experience, and I cannot begin to think of how taxing being revived from the dead must be,” Sidon clears his throat, eyes drifting to the side. “Allow me to carry you back. It will be easier to dodge enemies if we travel together, and I assure you I am capable. I am one of the fastest swimmers in the Domain, after all!”

Mipha stared at him a moment more before his action clicked into place. She’d done the same things for him when he was young—using her own trident as a handgrip for a much smaller Sidon as they traversed the waterfalls. Muzu had worried endlessly about it, convinced that Sidon would slip or that his grip would falter and he would go coasting off the side of a cliff. But she’d insisted that she trusted Sidon’s strength and courage, and her father had agreed to allow her to continue.

Now, Sidon swam nervously in front of her, offering his trident to her in the same gesture. She felt her heart swell, seeing that even after all these years, he hadn’t forgotten their time together. She smiled, tears threatening to spill from her eyes again as she dove behind Sidon. He turned to look, smile faltering for a moment before Mipha set a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Forgive me, Sidon. I was overcome with emotions. I trust you, and thank you for your kindness.” She tightened her hands around the trident, and the feeling of cool Zora steel beneath her hands for the first time in a century sent a chill through her. “I’m ready when you a—re!”

Mipha bit down a yelp as Sidon shot through the water at near-blinding speeds. It took her a moment to adjust, and even the familiar Zora River left her speechless as it whipped by. She now had no doubt her brother was the strongest swimmer she’d ever met—it was as if the water itself was pushing him forward like a jet stream. It was exhilarating, almost like learning to swim all over again, and Mipha couldn’t contain the joyous laughter that pulled its way out of her.

She was here, really here, feeling the water on her scales and the cool metal under her fingers. She could see the fish and plants move as they swam by, could see the trail of bubbles in their wake. When they broke the surface of the water, cutting effortlessly up the falls of the Domain, she gasped, taking in the view.

She was with her beloved brother, in her beloved home, and she was alive.

[twynte]

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another one! again, pls mind the tags...

❥ you are here to risk your heart by sillyfairygarden [T, 6k]

Sometimes he thinks he’s the only one playing their little game, in the end. Scar is seemingly always a step beyond wherever he expects him to be–something Grian can easily admit, despite his peckish pride–and Grian will be a fool if he lets himself forget this.

❥ love is blind by Maggiee24 [T, 6.5k]

It was love at first sight. Well not literally, he was legally blind after all, but Grian did have a massive crush on his neighbour. Now all he needed was for Scar to get the memo and sweep him off his feet. What could go wrong?

❥ wherefore art thou scar? by zipzapzoooooom [T, 4.6k]

Grian is cast as Juliet and Scar is cast as Romeo as they rehearse the balcony scene oh no I wonder what could possibly happen

❥ somewhere between the surface and the seabed by LovesickPrince [T, 25k]

It's a classic tale of love: Grian, a mer from the depths of the sea, makes a deal with a sea witch to exchange his voice for a pair of legs and go visit the human whose life he had saved. Only in this case, Grian is more interested in the sea witch than the human.

❥ fumble to fable by chapter_61 [T, 10.5k]

When a visit to Disneyland leaves Grian fifth-wheeling his friends, he’s glad to find some respite on his own—until a smooth-talking Disney Imagineer comes crashing into his life.

❥ starboy by mariuspunmercy [M, 139k]

Scar's first thought is, Oh god, he’s beautiful. Or, after winning the Formula 2 championship, Scar lands a seat in F1. He ends up with a lot more than he bargained for when he forms a friendship with the mysterious driver from Sahara.

link to other recs. Enjoy!

[e-to-the-v]

YALL I need an angst scarian fic set in wildlife where they have like a Romeo Juliet forbidden love thing going on, but it’s the watchers who are stopping them. Like them meeting up at night, maybe Grian sneaking to Scars base and then cuddling or smth.

I don’t think I’ll write it, but I feel the need for it please

[instructionsnotincluded]

Can we get a snippet of JJ interrupting them? 👀

We can have that 😉

Read Wild Winds here!

18+ MDNI | Language, shower sex, smut, sex interrupted.

Logan slipped her fingers into Rafe’s hair, forehead pressed to his as they kissed slowly. The steam from the shower filled the small room, and Logan was so thankful for the window shedding just a little light into the bathroom, making three thirty in the afternoon feel a little more romantic than it normally did. Rafe’s fingers spread along her spine and Logan arched into him, breasts pressing lightly into his chest, the hard metal of her piercing contrasting with her soft skin as he deepened the kiss, inhaling sharply through her nose when she gently nudged him with her knee. 

“Ever done it in the shower?”

Rafe nodded, lifting a hand to slide along the base of her throat as she felt the shower wall against her back, a slow moan slipping from her mouth as he squeezed gently, thumb pressing to the middle of her throat. “Could kiss you all day.”

“Please,” Logan breathed against his lips and Rafe groaned, hand flattening out along her back and running along the curve of her spine until he was able to palm the fleshy part of her ass. Water droplets stuck to their eyelashes and Logan lifted a hand to brush some of his hair away from his forehead, her lips grazing his jawline.

She drug her hands down his chest, her gaze following their path as she teased his nipples, eyes shooting to his face to see his reaction before drifting lower, feeling the fine hair below his navel that traveled south. He was hard against her hip, begging for attention and she gave it to him willingly, fingers circling his length before her thumb brushed across his tip, Rafe’s head tilting back breathlessly as she teased him. “I’m so hard, Lo…”

“I know you are,” Logan stroked him slowly, teasingly, as she pressed a light kiss to his collarbones, “you’ve been so patient today.” He nodded, swallowing thickly as she increased the speed and pressure, her own eyes flickering down to see him reddening further, his smooth head just begging for a kiss, “Have you been good, Rafe?”

Rafe’s hips jolted as she cupped his balls and he groaned, arm sliding around her to pull her closer, mouth connecting with her own as he kissed her senselessly. His other hand gently lifted her leg up, locking it along the crease of his elbow before he wrapped his other hand around hers and Logan gasped when he brushed the space between her legs, her body calling to his as he teased her, coating himself in her before he slipped inside. 

The stretch was good at this angle, her head falling back against the shower wall as Rafe eased his way inside of her, his lips attaching to her ear as she adjusted to the size and position, squeezing him tightly to let him know just how much she was enjoying it. “Let me in, baby,” Rafe begged, hips pausing, “you’re so tight.”

Logan closed her eyes, mouth opening to kiss him just as a loud noise sounded from somewhere inside the house, both of them tensing immediately. However, before they were able to respond to the noise or move, another loud sound came from the closed bathroom door. “Let me in!”

JJ sounded just a little frantic and Logan had to shake her head to try to clear it, unsure how to respond with Rafe seated so deep inside of her, filling her so well. “What…?”

“Let me in,” JJ knocked again, “I gotta take a piss. Open the door.”

“I’m literally in the shower!” Logan pressed her forehead to Rafe’s shoulder to muffle her moan as Rafe nudged that spot he loved to tease, “Wait like…twenty minutes.”

Rafe snorted into her neck and Logan drug her hand up his stomach and around his hip, squeezing his ass warningly, her mind briefly drifting to how firm it was as he smiled knowingly down at her. 

“Lo-gan!” JJ whined, “I gotta go and we’re in a hurry!”

“We?” Logan’s voice reached a higher octave as Rafe snapped his hips and she squeezed her eyes closed, a soft pant leaving her mouth as the bathroom door opened. Logan gasped, gripping Rafe’s shoulders as she whipped her head in the direction of the door, glad that they were hidden by the green opaque shower curtain, “What the fuck, JJ?!”

“I gotta piss!” The toilet seat landed loudly against the porcelain tank and the sound of JJ Maybank peeing filled the room next, Logan squeezing her eyes closed, both angry and mortified she was in this situation right now. “It’ll take like three seconds! Relax.”

Rafe’s body vibrated with silent laughter and Logan only rolled her eyes, her body begging her to move, too full with Rafe to think straight. He seemed to read her thoughts or feel the same way, Rafe slowly moving, Logan shaking her head to keep from crying out when he did. She clutched him to her, nails digging into his back to keep him from moving further as she waited for JJ to finish buttoning his shorts, the toilet flushing a moment later, sending freezing cold water through the pipes. Her boyfriend, in all his Kook experience, had clearly never had this happen before, jumping enough that Logan had to knock the shampoo bottle over to keep his startled hiss from being heard by their intruder.

[lunawolfiefoxy]

Legend woke that day feeling numb-er than usual. His heart seemed to beat painfully slow at times and his limbs didn't like working for him. After a long moment of simply laying in his bedroll, staring at the few members of the Chain who were eating breakfast, he finally tried to sit up.

That went about as well as he expected, leaving him to lay in a less comfortable position. He let out a silent sigh and took to just staring again. Someone walked over him, based on the boots it was probably Hyrule, and over to Wild, who handed him a plate and utensils.

Legend mentally cursed himself as his stomach growled, but the most he could do was shift into a slightly better position. It wasn't long before the rest of the members found themselves eating, and Legend felt his hunger leaving him. He waited too long to eat, now he had to wait till lunch. He huffed slightly and tried to listen in on the morning conversations.

"I slept like a rock last night." Sky said with a yawn.

"You always sleep like a rock." Warriors teased. The others chuckled, Legend couldn't react. Hyrule looked over at him, meeting his eyes.

"Ledge! C'mon over! Wild made pancakes!" Legend only managed to give a small grunt and a twitch of his hand. He hated days like this, and he hated that he was having one with the others, especially Hyrule. The traveler in turn looked justly concerned and walked over to him, kneeling down in front of him. "Legend, are you feeling alright?" He asked him softly. Legend managed a nod before Hyrule placed his hand on his forehead and helped him up. "No fever... Wild, can you bring some breakfast over?"

Soon enough, Legend had a plate in his lap, a fork in his hand, and a few Links sitting around him in worry. He could only pick at his food, he wasn't hungry anymore.

"Did something happen last night?" Wind asked for what felt like the millionth time. No. Legend thought as he kept picking at his food. The others around him only seemed to have their worry increase when he didn't respond.

"Legend, talk to us." Twilight said softly. I can't. Legend wanted to say. He met Twilight's eyes, wishing his voice would come to him so he could reassure his brothers traveling partners. He was fine, he just couldn't function right. That's what it felt like anyways.

Time declared the group stay for his sake why Time? Why? And everyone settled back in. Legend kept picking at his food before getting up, with a number of pops and cracks and a bit of a struggle to stand, and brought his plate over to Wild. The cook refused to take the plate and Legend was getting frustrated. Just take it! He wanted to yell. Instead, he stomped once, shoving the plate into Wild's arms before walking back to his bedroll and sitting down. He knew he was shrimping, but sitting up was uncomfortable. Someone would get after him later for it, but not right now.

Sky walked over to him and sat down after a while. Legend had been picking at his hands, feeling jittery, but just not wanting to get up. Something came into his view. In Sky's hand was something small a wooden. A box.

"I've noticed you were a little antsy, so I made this fidget. I hope it'll suffice." Legend meets the loftian's eyes, seeing the bright smile he gave him. Then he looked back at the box, gently picking it up. He noticed small holes were carved out of one side, when he looked inside, he saw a small ball within. Another side of the box had wooden chains hanging off of it. Another side had small rocks hanging from it. One of the sides even had a switch on it and another was simply plain and flat while the opposite side had waves carved out of it. It was an interesting box for sure.

Legend decided to give it a go and began to mess with the hanging rocks. Soon enough, he felt like a small child who just was given something shiny and he couldn't put the box down. A smile made it's way on his face as he messed around with the box. When he looked up again, he noticed everyone else was eating lunch. He blinked, confused. When had the time gone by? Four waves him over and he got up and found a spot next to the smithy.

"Hey Vet, feeling better? Wild made some lunch if you're hungry." After Four said that, Legend felt his insides clawing in on themselves. He nodded and looked at Wild, he hoped he didn't come off as entitled, he was just hungry. The cook in turn handed him a plate with a smile.

"Eat this time, please." He told Legend, who nodded and began to half-scarf down the food on his plate. No one mentioned it, no one else seemed to care. When Legend was done, he smiled. The others had all been so kind and understanding about this, without even knowing what was going on. Warriors had given him his scarf when he had been shivering, Twilight sat with him to keep him company, but in a way that Legend still felt like he had privacy, Sky had helped him keep his hands busy, Hyrule made sure that he had what he needed, Wild gave him something to eat, even when it wasn't a meal time, Four helped to interpret what he wanted since his voice and hands didn't work when he wanted them too, and Wind was happy to fill the air with his stories, not minding when the silent reactions Legend gave. Maybe he would explain these days to them later, but right now, he was happy, and happy was good.

[gtwscratch]

Here it is!! The official Story on Ao3 for Project X!! I've linked it in the Master Post as well, but I wanted to make a post like this letting you guys know it's up. So far it's just an Author's Note, but I wanted to have something up now when I'm not busy rather than try to post it when I am busy with school work.

As I've stated in the Author's Note, tags are going to change as I write more and figure out more of the plot, and I'll keep you guys updated on that.

Also shoutout to @pragmatic-but-eepy for suggesting how to get the name of the laboratory :)

(It was annoying me that I didn’t do the funky thing and have it show up differently than a normal link, so I reposted it. Apologies lol)

[danielleitloudernow]

When You Sleep - DanielleItLouderNow - Warrior Nun (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63299767

Sensations.

Actual fucking sensations.

Ava's eyes nearly pop open at the realization, but she's not quite ready for whatever this moment or fantasy is to become real. Once it does, it can end.

Ava isn't ready for it to end.

Beatrice and Ava's third kiss

[demiboydemon]

Writing an angsty fic rn and I’m going to get rid of this but it made me laugh (it’s only going to be another 1,500 words if I meet my word goal though rip 🥲 I’ll let y'all know if I make it)

[ladylooch]

How Do I Do This? - [Jake Middleton]

Summary: Claire insisted she was ready to date again after a failed engagement. Funny and charming Jake Middleton turns out to be the perfect package for her second chance.

Word Count: 4.3k

Main Trope: Second Chance/ Starting Over

“I am literally going to throw up.” I insist, huffing.

“You literally need to calm down.” Molly tells me, rolling her eyes at my exaggerated huffing and puffing into an invisible brown bag. I’m bent over at the waist, sputtering at the sidewalk like my life depends on it. “It’s Jake Middleton. Not Joe Burrow.”

“So! It’s still a professional athlete!”

“Yeah a professional athlete that doesn’t believe in clothes.”

“See! He’s going to expect me to sleep with him.”

Molly burst out laughing. 

“No.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I know Jake!” She hisses. “He is the nicest guy. He may strip down because he gets too hot, but he’s not going to touch you unless you want him to.”

That’s comforting. And reasonable. And also bare minimum respect, so why does that feel so adoringly chivalrous? 

“It’s also not really a date, per you, so what’s the problem?” Molly continues with another mocking laugh. “Come on, we are going to be late. We still have three blocks to walk.”

“I can’t believe I let you convince me this was a good idea.” I grumble, looping our elbows back together. I tilt my nose into the top of my thick, green sweater then blink away the icicles trying to form on my eye lashes. 

Molly and I have been coworkers for the past year. She’s like the little sister my only child heart always wanted and despite our age gap, our bond is tight. She has been dating Matt Boldy for the past year and insisted that my first single night out needed to be with her.

Molly is right though. I have been insisting all week that this isn’t a date, so what’s with the freak out? Maybe because I never thought I would be here again. 6 months ago, I was engaged to someone else. While therapy has been key along the way, I still wake up most mornings struggling to make peace with the reality that my life has gone a completely different direction. I should be doing wedding dress fittings and deciding between cake flavors, not moving into a studio apartment and throwing random things of his I find into a donation box.

In that new apartment, my new nightly routing is staring at the ceiling wondering how it can be that the person I built a whole future with had turned into someone else entirely in the span of 3 months. Apparently that new person wanted to run across the world to someone he met online, leaving me to divide up the pieces of our life alone. He didn’t want our pictures, or the furniture we shared. It’s like he preferred to erase my existence completely. Who does that?

Assholes do that. Thats what I’ve decided. In turn, realizing I’ve wasted years of my life with said asshole has me feeling less sad and more motivated to resume life without him. And while I’m not completely healed, I am ready to take that next step forward, which is how I find myself freezing my ass off down Washington Avenue on a wintery, Saturday night. 

At work this week when Molly brought up my “return to the streets and sheets”, I had laughed it off and agreed. I was in a particularly daring mood coming off the high from a successful presentation, so I was invincible and willing to do just about anything. Now, the weekend version of me is dreadfully taking every step forward to the bar.

Mine and Molly's friendship has grown deep roots the last few months while I found my groove again. She’s listened to it all - the agonizing, the confusion, the coulda woulda shoulda. She’s cried with me, wiped my tears, and held my hand when I needed it. So I trust her when she tells me what my date for the evening, Jake Middleton, is a good person despite showing me videos on YouTube of his various fights earlier in the week.

“Okay, just ignore that. It’s like a stage personality for him.” She waved away my cocked eyebrow after watching his fist smash into another hockey player’s face. “He’s a teddy bear in Vans. Really. Like.. I think in another life, Jake was in a tortured punk rock band or something. Also, he has tats.” 

“Are you trying to distract me from the new fighting video playing?” I asked her, amused.

“Yeah. This was dumb. Probably against our IT policy too…” She clicked the X in my browser, clearing the video away. “You just have to meet him. He really is.. indescribable.” Molly laughed through the last word and I couldn’t tell if it was a ringing endorsement or a hidden joke.

The memory of our conversation has me chuckling now, making the bitter air swarm the enamel on my teeth uncomfortably. I clasp my lips shut again, breathing a short inhale through my nose then pushing it out again. It helps with my cold teeth and lungs, but not with the sloshing of my nervous stomach.

We come to a glowing neon, red lobster sign on our left. Molly darts to catch the closing door beneath it then leads the way into the busy restaurant. We bypass the hostess stand and people waiting, heading towards the back of the restaurant where a group of 4 waits for us, including Matt.

“Hey babe!” He greets Molly with a kiss, then moves around her to hug me. “Good to see ya.” 

“You too, Matt.” I smile, then nervously glance at the others.

“Hi! I’m Danielle!” A stunning brunette greets with a wave.

“I’m Jared.” Her husband says next to her. I introduce myself to them both as I shrug my jacket off. Molly has deposited herself right next to Matt, whispering to him about something and giggling.

“Jake.” The final person at the table says knowingly. We both know what this is, no matter what labels I’ve have been slapping on this all week to get here. This is a set up. A group, triple date meant to ease me back into the waters of dating, with a nice guy who only sometimes punches people in the face.

“Claire. Nice to meet you.” I greet. He pulls out the chair next to him and offers for me to sit.

“I can hang that up for you?” Jake motions to my jacket.

“Sure, thank you.” I say, allowing him to place it on the hooks a few feet down from our table. I ease into my chair, then grab an immediately sip of water from my glass. As he sits down, our knees bump under the table. I fold my ankles tighter together. “Sorry.”

“All good. I tend to spread out. If I get too much into your space just smack me.”

“You seem to like that.” I say without thinking. Ope. Jake laughs, showing off a mouth full of teeth. I thought I remembered him missing a few from the pictures Molly flipped through.

“Spreading and smacking are two of my favorite things.”

“Jake!” Molly scoffs next to me. “At least attempt a filter.” I laugh at the entire interaction. 

“No need. I’ll get a hurricane for the first round and we can be on the same level.” I point to the drink on the menu. Jake’s large shoulders shake and his eyes glint in appreciation for the playful banter. 

I force my own shoulders down into a relaxed position. I allow my thighs to fall completely onto the seat beneath them and stop trying to make my body smaller. My nerves start to seep out of my body as I remind myself that I am funny, likable, and a damn good catch. I have something to offer here, but also, if it doesn’t work out, oh well. There is no reason to put pressure onto anything right away. I will be okay.

The waitress comes over and I order some kind of fruity rum punch in an attempt to escape the cold weather outside. Jake grabs a local beer- same with Jared and Matt- while Danielle and Molly decide on Sangria. We all discuss dinner options and are split down the middle between lobster rolls and the lobster Mack and cheese. Except Molly who is getting a cheeseburger and doesn’t want to hear anything about it from the group. 

She’s still about 10 years old with her food preferences.

“We can ask for a kid’s menu if you want?” Jake jokes to her. “Maybe get you some chicken tendies?”

“Fuck off, Middsy.” Molly huffs.

“You and 7-11 over there are perfect for each other. Those baby faces could get us a discount on Tuesdays. Kids eat free apparently.” The older adults in the group laugh. 

“She will only eat them with ranch tho.” I remind Jake. “No ketchup.”

“Ketchup is the devil.” Molly hisses across the table.

The group shakes their head collectively.

“Who doesn’t like ketchup?” Jake nudges my arm with his. I lean in close to him, lips parted, eyes darting around like I’m playfully nervous.

“Psychopaths.” I tell him, keeping my face deathly serious. His lips twitch under his mustache for a moment, but he keeps his face stoic too. On further observation, I can see how his nose turns slightly up at the end in a cute, wholesome way. That’s the only thing I would describe as cute. Otherwise, this guy is… unexpectedly hot.

“What does that say about you?” Jake poses, folding his fingers together pensively over his mustache.

“That you wouldn’t want to encounter me in front of the net.”

“Oh?” I nod, sitting back into my chair again. I make a fist and lightly jab at the air.

“Scary stuff there, Claire. But you might want to untuck your thumb before you swing.” He reaches over, tapping at the appendage stuffed under my other fingers. I look at it, then back at him questioningly. “You hit someone like that and your thumb will take the force of the impact. It’ll shatter.”

“Speaking from experience?”

“Yeah, the streets of Stratford raised me.” He says simply. I can’t help it and I start to laugh, snorting for a second at the genuine giddiness running through my body.

“Yeah. You run that town?”

“Funny enough, I’m Mr. Irrelevant there too.”

“Is it a big town?”

“No.” He lets out a funny, little giggle a bit unbefitting of a man his size, but it suits him just the same. “What about you? Are you from around here?”

Jake and I split off from the group into our own conversation about the differences in the towns we grew up in. He’s Canadian; I’m American. He grew up in a small farming community; I grew up in a cookie cutter suburb just West of St. Louis. He played hockey; I played Soccer. I lived at home until I was 22 before moving out of state; he left home for juniors when he was 16 years old.

Through the stories of his life and world experiences, I find myself leaning in closer and closer. The noise level of the restaurant gets louder as the nightlife begins to filter into the city. By the time our drinks come, my left leg leans comfortably into his right one. I shift closer to him to allow the waitress to put my drink down, bumping his shoulder too. The spicy and piney scent of his cologne consumes my nose. Fuck, he smells good. The kind of good that has your eyes closing to focus on memorizing the enticing notes of the scent for later.

I take a sip of my drink, then notice that Danielle and Jared seem to be opening up pieces of paper across the table. I watch as Jared pops open three different sections then discards it into a pile. Beside him, Danielle puts hers off to a separate side.

“What are you doing?” I ask her, shaking my head slightly.

“Pull tabs!” She exclaims, holding it up. 

“I don’t know what that is?”

“You have never played pull tabs!?” Jake exclaims beside me.

“No?”

“Okay, we have to play now.” He lifts himself off the chair then reaches a hand out to me.

I look at his outstretched palm. The skin appears soft and warm like his brown eyes. I would have figured with all the hockey he plays, his pads would be riddled with callouses. I glide my hand over his skin then shiver as his fingers wrap around my wrist. It’s been a long time since my hand has been in someone else’s. It feels nice. Comfortable. Like I could easily link our fingers together and wander around the grocery store on a Sunday morning. 

Jake turns towards the front door and leads the way, weaving us between people and tables to get to a closed in stand. I peer around the people in front of us as we hover in line. Boxes of small, paper cards are lined up, all costing various dollar amounts per card. Or ticket? Or tab?

“So you didn’t say what brought you to Minnesota?” He asks as we shuffle forward. I watch the person who was at the front walk past with a thick stack of cards and a green, plastic basket.

“A boy.” I shrug, bringing my eyes back to the boxes ahead.

“He still around?”

“He took himself out of the equation for a… different equation. Not even in the country anymore.” It’s the simplest way I can come up with to talk about a complicated thing in a nonchalant way.

“Good. Fuck him.” I tear my gaze off the boxes, amusement flirting across my lips at his direct response.

“Yeah. Fuck him.” He grins at me and I tilt my head to the side. “I thought you didn’t have teeth?”

“Stalking me?”

“Perhaps.” I shrug.

“I have some. Not the front four tho. These are fake. Another few beers and I’ll let my freak flag fly by putting them on the table.”

“Oh! Wow!" Despite how gross that is and sounds, I laugh heartily. The happiness it leaves behind is a growing bubble I haven’t had in a long time. “I do kinda want to see that.” I finish up honestly.

“Buy me a beer.” He shrugs as we move forward.

“Only if I win.” I motion to the box.

“Now you’re catching on, high roller. Gotta get you into the $5 box, eh?” All I can do is blink. He taps my shoulder, then points to the boxes on the far left. “$5 boxes are high cost, high reward.” He weaves his finger in a line to the boxes then to the various prices displayed at the front. “So each tab in the box costs $5, but that tab could be a winner of $1,000. So you’re out $5 bucks, but $995 richer.” 

“That seems rare.” I say skeptically, looking at how many tickets are in the box. It’s essentially full to the top. “$1 seems more my speed.”

“Ah, she likes the idea of more options…” My eyes slide to him coyly. 

“Why put my coins all in one box?”

 “What’s wrong with that if its a good, wholesome Canadian box?”

We aren’t talking about pull tabs anymore. His forwardness has me biting my bottom lip and blushing. Damn, he’s smooth.

“Thought pull tabs are from Minnesota?”

“The box can be from wherever you want it to be, high roller. All that matters is you come out a winner.”

“Oh my god. You are something...” I start to giggle, losing the battle and letting a huge grin spread my lips apart. I can’t help it. He’s so charming and adorable about hitting on me. I don’t want him to stop. 

“What box do you think we should try?”

“Well we have to go with that one?” I point to one with lumberjacks, axes, maple leafs, and bottles of syrup. “The man on there is basically you with a full beard.”

“Looks like a winner.” He smirks, then pulls his wallet out. He takes out $40 and politely requests 40 tickets. Once the stack has been handed over, he threads our fingers boldly together and leads us back to the group.

“What did you pick?” Danielle asks, peering at Jake’s hands. He shows her the back of the card with lines across various symbols. “Oh good. We usually win at this one.” 

Beside me, Jake begins to sort out the tabs into 6 piles- one for each of us. Then he hands them out in a random order that seems to be part of the game. The others at the table start ripping open the three tabs immediately. I pick one up, turning it over in my hands to see the symbols.

“Do you want me to explain?”

“Yeah.” I say gratefully to Jake.

“So, the card on the back shows you what you’re looking for. You need one of these five different patters from the card to be a winner. You can also have multiple winners on one card, which would show up as multiple lines.” I examine the symbols, nodding as he points at different parts of the card in my hand.

“So I am looking for this color line?” I ask, pointing at the neon orange next to his finger.

“Yep. It will be through the symbols.” He confirms. “Trust me, you can’t miss it. But pull open your first one and we can talk more about it.” He encourages. I nod, pulling open the first tab out of three. I see symbols but no lines. I got to the middle tab and pull that too- same thing. The third and final tab is also just symbols. No lines.

“I didn’t win?” I ask, showing him.

“Nope. On to the next.”

“Well… I hate this?” I mutter, curling my upper lip in annoyance. “This was $1!” I shake the losing tab in my hand.

“Stick with it, high roller. We don’t know what the other cards hold yet.”

“Oh! Here! This is a winner!” Danielle shows me, flipping the tab my direction so I can see the orange lines stretch across symbols. In one corner is a $2. “So I won $2.” She explains.

“Okay.” I nod, starting to understand. 

I pull a few more tabs without seeing any lines. So many symbols blur together and at one point, the liquid in the syrup bottle looks like the line, but then ends up being another loser. I bite my bottom lip with determination. On my 8th one, I pull open the middle tab and see a bunch of numbers with a yellow background.

“Wait, what is this?” I ask Jake, turning to him. His response is a huge grin.

“That’s good, high roller! That means you won something bigger.”

“Really!?” I ask excitedly, eyes glittering at the prospect of it.

“Yeah, rip it the rest of the way.” I do, then gasp excitedly.

“Oh my god! $100!” I thrust it at his face, then put my other hand on his wrist, squeezing tightly as I bounce in my chair. “Wow! This is a rush!” I squeal.

“Hell yeah!” Jake raises his hand and we high five. The rest of the group does the same with me before I turn back to Jake. 

“You should have it.” I slide it over to him.

“Oh no. That’s yours. You pulled it. Keep it.”

“Wait, no! I didn’t give any money?”

“Tonight was my treat. How about you buy the next round? Maybe next week?” I pause with the ticket in my hand.

“I’d really like that.” I hear myself say. No overthinking necessary. I want to see him again. I want plans in place before we leave this moment. Jake looks back at the winning pull tab for a moment, then stretches his gaze back to my face, looking softer, almost shy.

“Aren’t you glad you didn’t give up after that first loser?” Jake picks up that first card, flicking it across the table. I know exactly what he is referring to and appreciate the way he is so comfortable bridging a complicated past with whatever this is brewing between us. That’s what I need in this next chapter.

“Yeah. I guess even when pull tabs take, they still can give something back.” It’s cheesy. Probably ridiculous, but Jake smiles and nods, then settles back into his chair as our food comes to the table. 

As we eat, our easy conversation continues, lost in our own little two seat corner of the table while the rest of the group discuss other things. All my nerves from earlier today have disappeared. Molly was right. It’s just Jake. The guy who sweetly teases and compliments and fills my chest with a happy bubble I haven’t felt in a long time. The one who makes this feel so easy and comfortable that I can’t comprehend two hours ago me who was almost sick at the mere thought of all this.

For the rest of the night, the group plays a few more rounds of pull tabs. We end up winning enough to cover the dinner bill, then head across the street to a dive bar that has strong drinks and a live band. Jake and I decide to pick shitty beers out for each other. I get him Hamms and he gets me Michelob Golden Light. We people watch and continue to share stories of our lives. It isn’t long before my cheeks hurt so bad from smiling that I have to massage them during a quick pit stop in the bathroom. While I do so, I study my reflection in the mirror. I can see pieces of my glow coming back in my pink cheeks and sparkling blue eyes. Which makes me grin and my cheeks protest further.

It’s hard not to feel a bit emotional when I walk back to him. His face lights up and he extends a hand out to me. I take it and for the rest of the night, my hand stays securely laced with his. Everyone in that bar knows that I came in with him and I know him well enough now to know that matters to him.

The happy bubble in my chest begins to turn into pride at how brave I’ve been this week. But especially in this moment, still a little unsteady, yet surging forward into the unknown with no guarantees. Jake feels like the lighthouse I’ve been looking for in this part of the storm, guiding me back to a place that is new and different, yet has the potential to be a new foundation I can build on. As long as I have the courage to step off the tug boat I got into to save myself from the original hurricane.

Life is presented me with a choice again like it did 6 months ago. Stay and remain the same, or step forward and evolve. 

I watch Jake’s head bop along to the live music while tossing me grins and spinning me around a bit with our connected fingers. I know exactly what I’m going to do. Step off the boat.

Because it’s worth it.

I’m worth it. So is he and whatever that look is that he keeps giving me when he thinks I’m not watching.

“What do you think?” I ask, tapping his beer glass for a final verdict.

“Better than I expected. I would drink this at home.” I chuckle into my glass. Of course he would. Because he isn’t a fussy kinda guy. He’s simple and uncomplicated in a way I am coming to admire.

At the end of the night, we exchange numbers. He presses the call button after I type it into his phone, letting it ring out between the two of us. He smiles and then puts it back into his pocket.

“Just making sure.”

“You think I would?”

“I mean, some girls would take that $100 and run.”

“Not me. As a high roller, I want to double my investment…”

Something passes between us. A breath of a moment. A question. A fresh possibility. He inhales heavily, rolling his shoulders slightly inward as he takes a half step forward. 

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah.” I nod. Internally, my brain starts to warn me about crossing this line. It screams at me that I’m not ready, warning me about what happened last time. My senses flood with all the symptoms of a fight or flight. But when Jake’s hands cup my cheeks and pull me into his chest, a deafening silence comes over me. 

I know this is exactly where I’m supposed to be right now.

His lips gently settle onto mine. It’s a bit unsure at first, but as my lips plump under his, we both lean closer into each other. His bottom lip opens up more, cradling mine in the seam of his lips. I sigh, accepting all of his mouth to cover mine. The mustache on his upper lip is new but exciting. It tickles at the sensitive skin of my face and zings interest through my body. One of his hands moves to thread through my hair and he tilts me slightly to the side, going in deeper as his tongue nudges into my mouth.

“Wow.” My heavy exhale creates a white cloud between us when we finally pull apart. 

I’ve never been kissed so good.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get prettier.” He murmurs. “You look like this after I kiss you.” My stomach flips in my body, then another grin takes over my features. I put my head on his shoulder and his hands run down my back to hold me tight against him. I fold my hands into his jacket, clutching us together. Heat rolls off him in steady, protective waves, taking away the bite of the Minnesota night.

“Jake?” I whisper to him, running my hands more up his back to hold him tighter. He reinforces his hold in response.

“Hm?” He murmurs into my ear.

“This is really nice. Can we stay like this for a minute?”

“Yeah. As long as we want.” He replies, settling in by widening his stance and adjusting his hands a bit wider.

In that same spot, during a cold, wintery night in Minneapolis, Jake Middleton helps me shift a piece of my world into it’s new place. 

Read more of my hockey fics here.

[shewolfofvilnius]

the response to my original vent about my fic has at least encouraged me to link to it on Tumblr. It's some fairly mild smut, but nonetheless, it is Gale Dekarios being smutty on main with Lia of Ramazith's Tower.

Wild Magic - chapter 30 (smut isn't even on the level of some of the stuff in the game itself, this was basically the first half of smut)

If you haven't read the fic so far: It turns out that Rolan's younger sister was always meant to be a sorceress, but some Sharran shenanigans two decades ago (that resulted in the death of Rolan's mother and Lia and Cal's father) suppressed them. Gale decides to teach her in the basics of magic (and try to figure out why it's often going wrong) and more develops than just Lia's magic abilities.

There are four big cliffhangers going into the late chapters: Cal leaving with Lae'zel and their son Xan for the Astral Plane, Tavaria wanting to get back to her roots with farming and the conflict with Rolan's ambitions, the Lia/Gale relationship, and who will control Ramazith's Tower - especially with so much of Rolan's ambition having been to keep his family together and their now drifting apart.

If you want to see more of this fic, or Tavaria, or see either conclude - this would be a sensational time for encouragement.

[lochlanratliff]

y’all didn’t warn me that the ‘patrick taught art how to jerk off’ thing was a whole ass conversation and not like a bit or a one off joke. like wtf.. wild

[syppys-den]

So I like the idea of Brightbill taking in his own little one as a kind of mirror to Roz but I'm kind of torn on how I'd like to see it play out

one is the funny version and the other is the serious version

the funny version is him raising like a bug or something, and then the pattern of taking care of a smaller creature than you keeps going until we get to bacteria lol

the serious one is kind of meant to be a mirror and opposite to his upbringing, where instead of him raising a native animal who's a runt and would likely die if not for him, he raises what could be called an invasive species (I was thinking maybe a baby alligator or smth) who without his guidance will likely kill everyone else, I dunno, I just think it'd be a natural extension to TWR's story and themes

now that I type this... this isn't that hard of a decision to make is it?

[instructionsnotincluded]

jealous Rafe living rent free in my mind. Is it too much to ask for a jealous snippet? 🙏

I think I can do that! Hahahaha.

MDNI 18+ | Suggestive language, swearing, men being gross

Logan’s morning went by fairly quickly, the oldest Maybank surprised not only by the amount of people golfing, but the amount of people drinking that early in the morning, and true to Amy’s word, the men seemed to love the idea of there being two of them running the cart today, as opposed to just Amy. 

“Men are gross,” Amy finished wiping down some of the condensation before she joined Logan in the front seat, hitting the gas a moment later to continue down the cart path, “if one more asks me what we’re both doing after our shift is over…”

Logan laughed, her foot resting on the edge as she steadied herself, Amy taking the path at a quicker speed than it probably called for, “Just tell them they couldn’t handle us.”

Amy laughed at that, nudging Logan with her elbow, “Is your beau here?”

“You don’t have to call him that.”

“But it’s a secret,” Amy emphasized and Logan rolled her eyes. “Is he here? And more importantly, is he gonna tip?”

Logan snorted, “He had an eleven o’clock tee time, so he’s probably somewhere out there. I’m sure we’ll see him during our next pass.”

“Here's a few guys...I dare you to remove your padding,” Amy wiggled her eyebrows as they approached their next group of golfers, “let them see your piercings.” Logan threw her head back with a smile on her face as Amy poked her thigh, “C’mon—better tips. Guaranteed. Let's test my theory.”

“Oh, I know they will be,” Logan hopped out of the cart when it came to a stop, “it’s one of the reasons I got them pierced.”

“And Mr. Big likes them?”

“You can’t call him that,” Logan couldn't help the surprised laugh that escaped her lips, “one—he’s younger than I am and two—”

“His family is rich as fuck,” Amy poked her head around the side of the cart, “I don’t care if he’s younger. He’s basically your Mr. Big.”

“I refuse to acknowledge that nickname.”

Amy watched Logan reach into the front of her tank-top, gently pulling out the padding inside the lining of her sports bra, the two cups resting along the edge of the counter as Logan readjusted herself, “Good?”

“Yeah, they look good,” Amy nodded. “When I get my implants, can I take a photo of yours for inspiration?”

“No,” Logan swatted her friend with the padding before she stashed it in one of the storage slots, “my right tit’s smaller than the left, you don’t want these.”

“But you’re a natural c-cup,” Amy leaned against the side as Logan reached for more napkins, “that’s basically my dream.”

“You’re perfect just the way you are, Ames.” Logan gave her a pointed look, “Besides, I heard you lose sensation after they’ve been done.”

“No shit?”

“What are you two clucking about over here?”

Both Logan and Amy turned to see a few guys walking towards them, their own golf carts not too far away. By the looks of them they appeared to be in their late twenties, the brands and style of their clothing a giveaway of how much money they had. “Hello!” Amy greeted them easily, Logan smiling in response, “Just some girl talk—what can we get you?”

“We’re gonna do some shots,” one of the guys, the one with a full head of dark hair that fell over his eyes grinned, his eyes sweeping across both girls, “if you two do ‘em with us.”

“That’s kinda frowned upon…” Amy kept it light and flirty as she explained they couldn’t do that, but did manage to upsell the guys on three doubles, Logan busing herself with entering their order into the tablet. 

“What time do you get off?” The third guy, the one with a tattoo wrapped around his bulging bicep leaned against the cart, watching Amy reach into the cooler for more ice before he looked towards Logan and she didn’t miss the way his eyes immediately found her tits. “Maybe we can get a rain check on those shots until later…?”

“It might be kinda late by the time we get off,” Amy cracked the mini liquor bottle open before emptying it into the cup of ice, one of the guys having requested a cocktail after his shot, “but if you can make a hole in one…”

The guys laughed at the joke and let down, giving one another a hard time and sharing stories of how close they’ve gotten to a hole in one before, exaggerating their best games while they enjoyed their drinks. Logan finished swiping their cards, laughing at one of the jokes the guys told before handing back the AmEx and giving them a moment to select a tip and sign. The first guy who approached them took out his phone and nodded to the girls, “Can we get a photo? A couple guys in our group didn’t come today and we wanna show them what they’re missing.”

While Logan hardly ever worked the beverage cart on the golf course, she knew from Amy’s stories that men taking photos with her was not an unusual occurrence. So they all crowded together in front of the car, one of the guys taking the photo, and it wasn’t until the guy with the tattoo wrapped his arm fully around Logan’s waist that she heard the sound of an approaching cart. The man held on a little too long after the photo, his fingers spread out along her side and Logan gently, but firmly, lifted his hand off her waist, attempting to keep a smile across her face as Amy wished them well with their golf game. 

“If you give me your number…” The man’s phone was already out and directed towards her, but before Logan could decline a white glove-covered hand reached for it, a familiar presence beside her a second later. 

“Yeah, bro, ‘course.” Rafe’s voice, the one he used right before he laid into someone, sounded and the man only stared in confusion, watching the newcomer enter a phone number into his phone before he could put a stop to it, “That’s so nice of you to ask…” Logan bit her lip, eyes wide as she watched Rafe enter his phone number with a straight face, a look of horror flashing across the man opposite of him, his mouth gaping as Rafe saved the contact and then handed the phone back, “Call me, alright? We can start off with a long conversation about how no means no.”

[dragongirlie56]

I seriously wish that they put Link’s family in BOTW! I know there’s concept art and I’m like why didn’t you do this Nintendo?! Imagine Aryll being Link’s younger sister in BOTW and he introduces Zelda to Aryll! And imagine if he remembered memories with Aryll as he ventured across Hyrule?! AHHHHHH!! Gimme older brother Link again pls!!! (it would be heartbreaking when you realize that Aryll would’ve died within Link’s 100 year nap… but like… I still want it)