Hajime should know by now that studying with Oikawa (and, on occasion, Hanamaki and Matsukawa) is pointless. Really, it’s only been three years and somehow he still gets roped into it, promises of ramen in the back of his mind, as if he’s only capable of thinking through his stomach. (It works, he has to admit. It’s just too bad the other three all know it.)
Oikawa slings an arm over his shoulder, distracting him from the words of his textbook just before they all start to blend together. He had been saying something, probably, but Hajime hadn’t cared enough to listen.
“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa says, if not the slightest bit huffily. "Pay attention to me.“
"Shut up and study.”
“But it’s boring. We already talked about this stuff in class, why do I have to read it?”
“Because we have a test on it. Now shut up, Oikawa.”
Matsukawa and Hanamaki snicker from across the library table, Hanamaki sticking out his lower lip in a pout and cooing, “But Iwa-chan, it’s boring.”
Hajime glances up at the two of them, eyebrows raised. He nudges Oikawa with his elbow, saying, “Hey, look. Someone who shares your opinions. I’m sure they’d be more than willing to pay attention to you.”
Hanamaki’s smirk slips. Oikawa slides his gaze warily over to the two of them, eyes narrowed in distrust, before he turns back to Hajime. "They’re mean to me,“ he whispers, words hot in Hajime’s ear.
actuallythatsmine:Legolas x reader, reader is stubborn and doesn’t realize (at
all) that legolas is flirting with her. (And maybe some thrandy trying to help
his son get some idk)
Anon: YO ok so ur smut is great, do u think u could do some
legolas x reader smut? Something steamy please, thank u!!
Legolas x Fem Reader (Elf)
Warnings: This is going to get smutty, really smutty. If sex
with an elven prince isn’t your thing, turn back now and check out some of my
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Tolkien’s work.
AN: I hope this answers the requests well. But this got really long, I really enjoyed setting the scene
for this one. Sorry if the start goes on for too long. I just really like
writing about the elves, everything feels so graceful and the dialogue is super
fun to write! But please persevere the smut is there!!!! I made up one original
character for this story, Ereg a male elf. Ereg is
Sindarin for holly-tree or thorn. Just thought it would be a cool name for
somebody who knows stuff about plants (possibly the translator I used is wrong
sorry if that is the case).
The Library was a warm and spacious part of
King Thranduil’s realm and during these long winters months you were glad to be
working there. There were huge fireplaces, with roaring fires around the huge
cavern and plenty of seats for library goers to enjoy their books. Being a
royal scribe definitely had its perks. The only downside really was dealing
with the royalty. You were a quiet elf, with a love of literature and dreaded
the days when Thranduil or his son would sweep into the library disturbing the
peace and demand for you to go and find some long forgotten text in the depths
of the shadowy archive, far away from the warmth of the fire. Legolas
especially would talk for hours on end about how many orcs or spiders ha had
killed that week, these conversations never amused you. Both royals never
wished to see the texts written by the great and wise elves of long ago unless
they included battle tactics and weaponry design. You thought personally that
the King could better spend his time reading ancient texts on herb lore so he
could heal the sick forest that surrounded the Woodland Realm. You sometimes
confided to a close friend in the King’s guard about this grievance, she seemed
to be keen to find out about what you thought of the royals, especially
Legolas. You thought she just liked to hear a bit of gossip from somebody who
didn’t spend day after day killing spiders and happily told her everything.
On this particular winters day both King
Thranduil and his son Legolas barged through the huge oak doors of the library,
clanging them against the stone walls as they went. You secretly rolled your
eyes behind the book you were reading.
‘So over dramatic.’ You thought to
A cough came from in front of you. You
lowered your book and looked at the two royal elves.
“What can I do for you my Lords?” you said
politely, knowing better then to show your true feelings to a King as ruthless
“I would like you to instruct my son on the
ancient texts of herb lore.” Thranduil said directly, his expression unreadable
You cocked an eyebrow up, unable to hide
“Why does my Lord wish his son to learn
herb lore?” you asked curiously.
“He will learn herb lore because I wish it
to be so.” Said Thranduil, a slight look of annoyance flitted across his
“As you wish my Lord.” You replied dropping
your gaze respectfully, unwilling to bring the wrath of your King down upon
Thranduil turned, his robes flying around
him, and left the library. Legolas stood staring at you intently.
‘Great, he’s probably not going to listen
at all and tell me about every orc he’s ever slain.’ You thought to yourself,
slightly annoyed that your day of peace and quiet was slowly going out the
“My Lord, where do you wish to start on
this topic? What are you interested in?” you asked, with no trace of the
annoyance that you felt in your voice.
He was still looking at you intently with
his bright blue eyes, no emotion at all visible on his face. He was just as
unsettling, if not more so than his father.
“I wish to start with anything you think
would help in healing our forest.” He said quietly, expression unchanging, blue
eyes still boring into your very skin.
You were pleasantly surprised and smiled at
him. You had thought him to only care about his body count in battle and not so
much about the sad, sick trees in the forest that was now called Mirkwood.
“As you wish my Lord. Follow me?” you said
with a small smile on your face.
Legolas bowed his head slightly and put out
his arm as a gesture for you to lead the way. You both walked silently along
the lonely aisles full of ancient and forgotten texts. You came to a section
that was not covered in dust and had been referred to much by scholars and
healers alike since the forest had become ill.
“This is the section regarding Herb Lore. May
I suggest you start off with the texts pertaining to dark magic’s effect on living
things?” You explained, pulling out a huge volume.
“You may, y/n.” Legolas answered, eyes
still watching every movement you made.
He reached out to take the book from you,
his slender fingers brushing against your hand. For the first time his expression
changed and a small smile lit up his features. It was a nice smile, a
comforting smile, a smile that you did not think his stern royal face capable
off. You smiled back looking into his searching eyes.
“I personally think the spiders that
yourself and your guards have been fighting are of dark magical origin but I
have no way of proving it. You may or may not come to the same conclusion as I
my Lord, but it is a good a place as any to start.” You explained quietly, not
wishing to disturb other library goers.
“Well you are a learned elf and I would do
well to take head of your judgment y/n.” He said, bowing politely, showing his
“Thank you my Lord. I shall leave you in
peace. Please do not hesitate to call if you need help, Ereg will begin his work
soon and is an expert in herb lore.” You said respectfully and left the prince
to his reading.
Ereg appeared moments after you had arrived
back at the main desk and you gave him a quick update about the prince’s
whereabouts. He was just as surprised as you had been when you told him about
the subject of the prince’s interest.
“But surely he would not read anything that
did not help him to be like a warrior of old?” Ereg puzzled out loud.
“I do not know. Nor do I worry about Royal
affairs. I am going back to my quarters for some rest. If anyone asks for me,
send word to me there.” You reply, rubbing your hands together to warm up your
Ereg nodded at your request and busied
himself putting away books. You wandered away down the halls to your own
quarters to relax during your break.
An hour had passed and you were once again
in your beloved library breathing in the scent of paper and standing close to
one of the fireplaces checking on people reading books there. You saw Ereg
appear from one of the aisles and went over to ask him of the Prince.
“I was just going to send word for you y/n.
Prince Legolas requests your presence. You will find him where you left him.”
Ereg said hurriedly.
You thanked him and walked off between the
books to find the prince, wondering what he could want your opinion on, Ereg
was the real expert on herb lore. You found the blonde prince at the end of the
aisle with a chair pulled close to a fireplace, the fire dying slowly. It was
getting cold so you picked up few logs and put them on the fire, Legolas looked
up at you from the book with his clear blue eyes.
“Please.” He gestured to the seat opposite
You respectfully sat and waited for him to
“I must agree with you y/n. It does appear
that those spiders are dark work. But who could have gained that power besides
the one who we fought and conquered many years ago?” he asked, a look of
concentration on his features.
“My Lord I could not say. We know very
little of the outside world here.” You said quietly, surprised at how
interested Legolas seemed.
“There is one who would know. Old and wise.
But my father should not be happy were I to seek his counsel.” Legolas puzzled
to himself, looking back down at the book in his hands.
“My Lord, I do not understand of who you
speak.” You said against your better judgment, it was never wise to question
royalty, but now you had started you couldn’t stop.
“And why does my Lord take sudden interest
in why our beautiful forest is so sick when it has been so for many years?” you
finished a little breathlessly, your cheeks glowing pink after you realized how
rude you had been.
Legolas looked up at you, his expression
You started to apologize. “Forgive my
rudeness my Lord I did not….” But he cut you off.
“All good questions.” He said thoughtfully.
“First, the one of whom I speak is
Mithrandir, Gandalf the Grey in common tongue. Swear you will not mention the
name to my father, he will not treat you kindly for it.” He said suddenly
“I swear it my Lord.” You said, eyes wide.
“Good. And secondly I happened to find out
that you were quite interested in the state of our forest and I wished to spend
time with you speaking of things that interest you.” he trailed of quietly
averting his eyes to the ground, for the first time looking vaguely
“I do not understand my Lord.” you looked
at him, a confused expression on your features.
“Please call me Legolas, we have known each
other for many hundreds of years now.” He said pleadingly, eyes still on the
“As you wish Legolas. But I am confused
further.” You say, furrowing your brow.
“I have been trying to get to know you for
a long time y/n, but my stories of battle did not interest you as they have
interested others. I was losing heart when I discovered you had a good friend
in my guard and she told me that you found my talk of death tiresome and wished
I would be as caring for our forest as I was for orc blood….”
“I am going to throw a book so hard at
Tauriel when I see her.’ You thought to yourself as you listened to Legolas.
“…and I wanted to show you that I was
caring so my father thought it a good idea to order you to teach me. I didn’t
really want you to feel like you had to spend time with me but he was only
trying to help…”
‘King Thranduil was in on this whole
thing.’ You thought as your eyes widened at his tale.
“…and he is not so knowledgeable in the
ways of the heart as he once was. But it was the only idea I had. I agree with
you that as prince I should be trying harder to protect our home, even if my
father disapproves. I am sorry it has taken me so long to come to you with the
truth, and I am even sorrier that my consistent attempts at wooing you might
have put you out of my reach forever…” he trailed off slowly finally looking up
His face was looking at you sadly, an air
of vulnerability over his features, his blue eyes pleading with you to say
something. You sat still, slightly overwhelmed with all of this information,
then suddenly smiled at the Prince.
“My Lor…” you began but he raised an
eyebrow at you.
“…I mean Legolas. I am flattered that you
think me good enough for your affections and I am sorry for being such a
stubborn and rude elf. Please forgive me? I know you do care about your home
and your people.” You finished, breaking eye contact and staring at the ground
He placed a hand on your own and tilted
your chin up to look at him. His blue eyes looking kindly into yours and a
smile on his pink glistening lips.
“You do not need my forgiveness, I need
yours for being such a coward.” He said quietly, running his fingers across
You didn’t understand what had come over
you but suddenly his lips looked so inviting and you wished to taste them, so
you did. You leaned in slowly, closing your eyes and kissed Legolas gently. A
shocked gasp left his lips but soon he was kissing you back passionately. You
parted his lips with your tongue to taste him. He tasted sweet, and a little of
wine, you swirled your tongue around with his. He gripped your hand hard and
pulled you onto his lap, you went willingly and flung your arms around his
neck, kissing him harder then you ever thought was possible. He pulled you
close to him, arms wrapped around you holding you tight. He pulled back breaking
the kiss. You pouted back at him. You didn’t want him to stop you were enjoying
“Not here y/n.” He whispered into you ear.
“There are too many people to disturb and
the fire is dying again, look you are shivering.” He said, rubbing your arms to
try to warm you up.
You hadn’t realized but now that Legolas
had mentioned it, you noticed you were shivering and that you were quite cold.
“But where should we go? I don’t want to
leave your arms.” You asked softly.
He motioned for you to stand, so you did.
He got up from his chair and took your hand in his own and led you out of the
“Y/n where are you going? Your shift
doesn’t end for another hour at least.” Asked Ereg, he didn’t see Legolas in
front of you.
You turned to explain but Legolas beat you.
“She is relieved from the rest of the days
duties by my orders.” He said smoothly, the lack of expression returning to his
face as he made eye contact with the other elf.
“Yes my Lord!” Ereg cried, stunned and
appalled that he had seemed to offend the prince.
You followed Legolas out of the huge oaken
doors, noting the smirk appearing on his face.
‘So they act all aloof on purpose then.’
You thought to yourself, snickering quietly at the look on Legolas’ face.
You walked hand in hand for a while;
silently enjoying each other’s touch till you came to the royal chambers. The
guards let Legolas enter and you followed him down a hallway that had been
grandly carved into the stone. There were many intricately carved wooden doors
on either side of the hall but Legolas ignored them and continued on. You could
see King Thranduil sweeping towards you both and you tried to slow down, wary
of the need to be still and recognize the King’s presence before continuing on.
Legolas felt you slowing down and pulling on his hand. He turned around
chuckling at you. His smile was radiant and you felt weak at the knees. Never
had you seen such emotions on his beautiful features. King Thranduil had now
reached you both and stopped to address his son.
“I see the lesson went well Legolas.” He
said in his off-putting even tone, but you could swear there was a ghost of
humor on his features.
“Yes my Lord. We shall continue in my
private chambers if that pleases you?” Legolas replied in the same even tone,
but finding it hard to hide the grin that kept trying to invade his features.
“That does not please me.” Declared
A confused look came over Legolas’ face;
you were standing quietly, slightly behind the prince, trying to evade
“The fireplaces are being cleaned in your
quarters, it will be far too cold to continue with y/n in there. The only place
in the royal chambers that is still heated would be the bathing chambers.” He
concluded, sending smirk your way, and a wink at Legolas, as he carried on down
the hallway, robes flying around him as he went.
You watched him walk down the hallway, a
pink blush returning to your cheeks.
‘King Thranduil was really taking his job
of helping Legolas seriously it would seem.’ You thought as you watched his robes
disappear down the hall.
Legolas shook his head after his father. He
took both of your hands in his and stared deep into your eyes.
“Y/n I wasn’t expecting my father to try
and help quite so much, if you’d prefer to go find a quiet place somewhere by a
fire and talk I’m happy to do that with you. I understand if you aren’t ready
for…more.” He finished slowly, squeezing your hands.
You looked at his perfect face, framed by
his straight silver blonde hair and sighed. Now you had let your guard down you
knew that all that time you had dreaded seeing Legolas was not because you
found him tiresome but because you couldn’t have him and now here he was
offering himself to you. He was watching your face intently trying to read your
thoughts. You could smell the sweet smell of flowers wafting towards you from
down the hall, you knew what you were going to do. You lent in and kissed
“Catch me if you can.” You whispered in his
ear and took off down the hall searching for the source of the floral smell.
“Wha…hey!” Legolas called after you,
chasing you further into the royal chambers.
You rounded a corner and saw an open door
and hoped with everything you had that your hunch was right and there was a hot
bath waiting for yourself and the prince in that room. You started flinging
items of clothing off as you ran; being an elf had its perks, such as agility.
You let your light shoes fling off your feet, threw your cloak over your
shoulder and undid the silver belt around your waist letting it fall to the
floor as you ran towards the open door. Legolas could not believe his eyes,
this gorgeous she-elf that he had been dreaming about for what seemed like
forever was flinging off her clothes right in front of him. He laughed at your
boldness and bent down to pick up your discarded attire.
‘Not everyone needs to know what we’re
doing.’ He thought to himself, picking up your cloak and breathing in your
Finally you made it to the door, out of
breath and laughing. You were surrounded by floral scented steam, your hunch
had been right and you were in the royal bathing chambers. There was a huge
bath, the size of a small pond you thought, that was full of sweetly scented
steaming hot water, it was carved into the very ground of the chamber and
looked incredibly inviting. The chamber was lit with hundreds of glowing
candles and it threw a romantic glow onto the room. You waited for Legolas to
come in so you could surprise him. He came through the door holding a bundle of
your clothes to his chest, you dropped your flowing dress from your shoulders
to the ground, revealing your naked body to him with a look of pure lust on
your features. He stopped, rooted to the spot and let your clothing drop to the
floor. He lost some of his aloof composure and let his lips part slightly in a
surprised expression. You slowly walked into the warm water, sighing as it hit
your skin. The water level just came to the top of your thighs so he had a
perfect view of your wet, naked form.
“Join me Legolas.” You cooed at him
from the water.
He turned and pulled the door closed.
Quickly he disrobed and thanked the heavens that his father was as insane as
everybody thought he was. You looked onto Legolas’ naked body for the first
time. It was strong and lean, the lines defining his muscles easily visible
against his pale white skin. He was so beautiful, even for an elf, he was
practically glowing. You let your eyes scan down his torso and settle on his
manhood, it was fully erect for you. You licked your lips in anticipation and
waded over to him. He smirked at your action and watched you intently with his
“Come sit Legolas.” You said, beckoning at
him with one finger.
He obeyed and sat gingerly on the edge of
the bath, his legs dangling in the water.
“You surprise me y/n. I did not think you
would wish to be so intimate so quickly.” He said in a low tone watching you
bobbing in front of him in the water.
“We have an eternity to talk Legolas, but
we only have one today, and this is how I want to spend it.” You replied,
eyeing him off like a predator stalks their prey.
He was going to reply but you had
positioned yourself between his legs and dropped down onto your knees, taking
his member in you small, wet hands. He leaned back onto his hands and groaned
at the contact. You worked your slender fingers up his shaft and over the head
building up a steady rhythm. He threw his head back closing his eyes, his hair
shimmering behind him in the candlelight. You put your mouth on him and started
to bob up and down, using your hand for the length you couldn’t fit in your
mouth. He let out a loud groan and let his head fall forward onto his chest,
showering you in his soft, silken hair. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked
hard, Legolas was thrusting up into your mouth and panting hard. He brought a
hand up to your head trying to get you to stop.
“Please y/n, I want to pleasure you before
I have my release.” He pleaded with you, his eyes finding it hard to focus.
You pulled yourself off him with a loud wet
popping sound, which made you both chuckle. You reached out a hand to him and
gently pulled him into the hot water. He toppled in with a small splash and
sighed at the sensation of the hot water on his body, but it didn’t take him
long to direct his attention back to you. He pulled you close and kissed you
deeply, his hands exploring your naked body. He tangled his hand into your wet
hair and gave it a little tug, you moaned into his mouth. He pulled his mouth
away from you but kept his hand in your hair. He rested his forehead on your
“Did you like that y/n?” he asked as a
smirk spread itself across his face.
“Yes.” You whispered back, holding your
breath waiting for what he would do next.
He kissed across your jaw and then down
your neck, he sucked little bruises into your skin. You were sighing enjoying
his lips on you when suddenly he pulled your hair again, a little harder this
time and bit down hard on your shoulder.
You moaned even louder, pushing yourself
flush up against him so you could feel his hard length bobbing on your stomach.
You felt Legolas smile into your skin.
“Do you like it when I’m a little rough
with you?” he growled into your ear.
“Y…yes Legolas.” You whimpered back.
“Mmmmmmm.” He groaned into your skin.
He slowly sunk both of you into the water
and turned you around so you were leaning against his body. He lightly kissed
your neck while his hands caressed your breasts, his thumbs rubbing over your
hard nipples. He continued to do this with one hand while he ran the other down
over your stomach and rested it on your womanhood. You felt him smirk into your
skin at your sharp intake of breath so you decided to grind your behind into
him making him moan too. He pinched your nipple in retaliation and a loud moan
ripped from your throat.
“You do like it a bit rough.” He said,
voice dripping with lust.
Suddenly he thrust a long finger into your
heat, you bucked your hips up to meet his hand, groaning at the sudden
intrusion. You let your head fall back onto Legolas’ shoulder, completely
surrendering yourself to him.
“Good girl.” He growled into your ear,
making you shiver.
He started pumping in and out of you until
you were moaning and sighing loudly, then he added a second digit, filling you even
“Oh gods Legolas!” you cried as he kept
moving his fingers in and out.
He was pumping you with his fingers,
rubbing your breasts with his free hand and kissing and biting all over your
neck. You tilted your head a bit to give him easier access to your sensitive
skin and thrust your hips into his hand.
“Please, I need more.” You begged him in
“As you wish y/n.” he said, hot breath
tickling your ear.
He slowed his hand and pulled his fingers
out of you. You whimpered at the empty feeling. He turned you both around so
you were standing and facing the edge of the bath.
“You might want to brace yourself y/n.”
Legolas whispered as you felt him line his length up with your entrance.
You reached your shaking arms out and bent
a little at the waist so you could brace yourself on the edge of the bath, and
not a moment too soon as Legolas pushed his whole length inside you.
“Ohhh y/n, your so tight.” He groaned
You couldn’t speak; only moan loudly, your
senses were on overload. Legolas let you adjust to his size and started
planting soft kisses on the bare skin of your back. You couldn’t stand the
tension any longer and bucked your hips back onto him making you both moan. He
placed his hands on your hips and started thrusting into you slowly, not
wanting to hurt you. You moaned in pleasure as his member stretched and filled
you in the most amazing way. The steam was swirling around you both as Legolas
took you slowly and gently, but he knew you wanted more. Gradually he picked up
the pace until he was slamming into you, the sound of wet skin smacking
together mixed you both of your moans and groans were the only sounds that
could be heard.
“Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, mmmm.” Were the only sounds
escaping Legolas’ mouth, he couldn’t put his pleasure into words.
You were moaning loudly and pushing your
hips back to meet each one of Legolas’ thrusts. Your arms were beginning to get
heavy and you were worried that you couldn’t hold yourself up for much longer.
“Legolas…” you gasped.
“…please can we change positions I’m not
sure how long I can….” suddenly your arms gave way but Legolas caught you just
He held onto you tightly as he gently
pulled out of you. You were trembling in his embrace from the intense pleasure you were
“Are you ok y/n?” he asked concern in his
electric blue eyes.
“Yes.” You panted back, lust still in your
You pulled yourself from his arms and
sat up on the edge of the bath. You lay back against the warm stone floor and
spread your legs presenting yourself to the prince. You could hear Legolas
chuckling as he once again lined himself up against your entrance.
“You are full of surprises y/n.” He growled
as he pushed himself inside you again.
This was a much better angle, you didn’t
have to hold yourself up and Legolas could touch and caress your breasts as he
pounded into you. Once again came the sound of the symphony of wet skin against
wet skin and elven sighs that sounded like singing. You could feel a tightness
building in your core with every one of Legolas’ thrusts.
“Uhhhh, I’m so close!” you cried in
Legolas groaned at the sounds you were
making and reached one hand down to rub on your sweet spot and with the other
he pinched your nipple hard. He started thrusting into you as hard as he could
and within a few more thrusts you were coming harder then you ever had before.
“Ohhh Legolas I’m coming!” you screamed as
your release hit you.
In a few more thrust the prince was also
coming undone, pulling out of your heat and pumping his hand over his rock hard
member, spilling his seed all over the soft skin of your stomach. He cried out
in ecstasy as he came, letting every last drop fall onto you before leaning up
against the edge of the bath next to you. You were both breathing heavily
trying to come back to earth from your high. Legolas spoke first.
“You are amazing y/n.” he panted, looking
into your eyes as you propped yourself up on to an elbow to look at him
“You’re quite good yourself.” You said
back, while you were studying his release on your stomach.
He saw you looking and started to explain
“I’m sorry about that y/n, I just thought
you’d look so beautiful with my seed on you and I couldn’t stop myself…” He
stopped talking abruptly, watching what you were doing with wide eyes.
You scooped some of the white fluid off
yourself with your fingers and put it in your mouth to taste it, looking into
“Mmmmmmmm.” You moaned from deep within you
throat, not breaking eye contact.
“Oh gods y/n.” he moaned, eyes rolling into
the back of his head, his length starting to become hard again.
You slid into the bath and quickly washed
before you pressed your body up against Legolas’. You peppered his face and
chest with kisses.
“Do you think your fireplace is clean now?”
you asked innocently.
“Yes, I should think so. Why?” Legolas
cocked his brow at you.
“Well I thought round two might be nicer in
a bed?” you whispered in his ear, grabbing a handful of his behind, he groaned
at your touch.
Quickly Legolas pulled away from you and
jumped out of the bath wrapping himself in a towel and gathering both of your
“Well…catch me if you can!” he cried and
tore off up the hall.
You quickly scrambled out of the bath,
picked up a towel and took off after him laughing.
Thranduil smirked after you both from a
little way down the hall, smugly pleased that his plan had worked.
“You’re so warm…” Cooing softly like a pampered child, Hana nuzzled closer into to the warmth of his chest. Arms tightly wrapped around his waist, the Nohrian noble even slid one step closer, playfully shoving him as if the hug alone didn’t fully catch his attention.
Ah well, Takumi was still thrilled beyond belief to receive such an attention; the prince knew she was only like this toward him.
“Geez…” Chuckling once to stifle the embarrassment that brightly splashed his face, Takumi showered more and more loving kisses to the top of her head. His lips then slid down to her forehead, soft lips brushing the smooth skin until he reach the top end of her deep scar. His eyes still closed, Takumi pulled back just the slightest so that he could continue his silent little kissing fit.
One hand gingerly patting the back of her head, Takumi traced his kisses to the black scar that was marked across her right eye. Mmchu, mmchu, his lips pecked and stroked softly, nose then gently brushing her own that it burst out a sheepish, blissful giggle from her warm, pink, mouth-
Post Season 1, everyone is okay, but they come back one by one, or in Lance and Hunk’s case, in a pair. Shiro and Keith get split up and Keith is the last one to make it back and hugs the life out of Lance when he finally makes it back.
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Notes: Ok, if you don’t know, the song is I’m Yours by Jason Mraz. And the scene comes from a piece of art by @thesearchingastronaut and seriously, give them a follow, their art is amazing guys! Leave a comment and some kudos and I’ll love you forever, hope all of you enjoyed!
Honestly, everything could fall apart right now and Lance wouldn’t care. They were all alive and just…everything was okay. Shiro was still with them, Pidge was no longer alone, and he had just spent another month alone with Hunk while they found their way back. And Keith?
Lance found himself grinning ear-to-ear thinking about the hug that Keith crushed him in as soon as he exited his lion. Like, it was a long time ago that Lance came to terms with his feelings for Keith (even with the mullet) and okay, this was a mature decision for him, but he decided to wait for Keith. That month with Hunk turned into some kind of confession, a month long confession.
Hunk wouldn’t leave him alone about how Lance, who challenged Keith to damn near everything, had an irrevocable crush on the guy. Hello? Did anyone see the way Shiro was upset about Allura? Lance couldn’t take it anymore.
But when Keith came running at him nearly squeezed the life out of him, Lance melted. He hugged Keith back with just as much force, Keith had only held on more.
“It’s good to have you back, Keith,” Lance muttered.
“I…I thought I lost you guys forever…” Keith’s hands were clawing at his shirt. Lance and Hunk were the second pair to make it back to the castle, right after Pidge. Both Pidge and Hunk came up with a pretty ingenious way on how to find the castle again, Lance was lucky to be with Hunk, or else he would still be flying around searching.
this is mostly for self-reference, because i always either forget about my favourite fics or forget to tell others to read them. there’s only a few here but that’s because i’m super picky and only rec stuff if i’m 100% into every single aspect of it
Wires Verse - basically The Parent Trap, but Star Wars [fanart here]
Roses Verse - Padme is a doctor instead of a politician and things work out significantly better
Clone Wars AU - starts during the clone wars TV show and goes au from there (listen. sorry to spoil it but. palpatine is eaten by the zillo beast)
there’s a few more good ones on the list as well!
post ROTJ aus
Swallows and Amazons Verse- an Expanded Universe AU following the Skywalker-Solos post ROTJ. imagine, if you will, a world in which New Jedi Order, Legacy of the Force, and Fate of the Jedi never existed, but all the beautiful characters of the EU did and led happy, fulfilled lives far from the reaches of authours desperate to boost sales with shocking plots. this is that world
also on this list are some really nice ficlets/headcannony stuff about anakin/vader/tatooine (under ‘kratisto’)
is phil the best star wars fic writer on tumblr? yes. am i biased because phil is my oldest internet friend and so very very dear to me? absolutely! again, only good, pure content from a good, pure friend (not only that, but she also writes incredible Trek and B99 fic! not only that, but she is an astoundingly talented artist as well! will she ever cease to amaze!)
only a couple of star wars fics but damn, they’re good (a little nsfw tho iirc)
Peachy - starts off in complete ridiculousness and then gets deep and angsty and good like whoa. unfinished atm tho :(
If You Got The Time - really cute Hera/Kanan romcom stylez (i dithered for ages over reccing Four and More but. it’s good. it’s nsfw tho don’t look at me i don’t actually read porn i just close my eyes and scroll thru real fast anyway now that embarassing admission is outta the way read it if, like me, u want cute Hera/Kanan fluff and are prepared to brave The Porn to get it)
oKAY BUT in the beggining of the manga it’s Yona’s birthday right??? and we clearly see Soo-Won giving Yona a present but
what about Hak?
did he not bother getting her a present bc she would like, tease him about it anyways???
did he get her a something that he’d give to her later??? is it somewhere, still hidden, still wrapped???
what could it be?? how does Son Hak choose the present he’ll give to the love of his life on her day?? was it a rare flower or a shiny comb or neckace or… a hairpin?
did he get her a present that he knew he’d never give to her?
what was their tradition when it came to this? like does Yona refuse to gift him anything on his birthday too bc that’s just how their relationship works??? or doe she actually get him something very thoughtful, throws it over his head every year and then runs away like she doesn’t care?
what’s the exact rythm of Hak’s heart as he opens it and he finds that thing he talked to her about like four and a half months ago???
fitzsimmons fic recs for April/May by everyl1ttleth1ng
Ok, it seems I’m building a bit of a fic rec masterpost here! If you’re new to the fandom (welcome!) or if you’re looking for some fun fics to read, maybe this post or these links to my previous fic rec posts might help!?
@chinese-bakery is here for your Marvel’s Most Wanted’s-been-cancelled-devastation with a cathartic FitzSimmons/Huntingbird double date featuring some drunken karaoke of a personal 90s fave in What’s Going On? (G) There’s also the 084 induced mind-reading WIP Psychically Jinxed you are sure to love!
@agentcalliope has written a stunning meta-esque fic that charts a path from their conversation in the snow in S1 all the way to the “inevitable” snow/ash fall and hand-holding and BEAUTIFULLY preempts The Singularity in Change (G) See also Hesitate (G) and there’s so much more loveliness I’m yet to get to!!!
@memorizingthedigitsofpi takes us all the way back to “Yes Men” in S1 with the characteristically lovely and hilarious Chasing Simmons in which Coulson does NOT knock Fitz out and he has to work out what to do with Simmons. (G)
@stillnotapepper has been developing this totally hilarious fake-dating AU in Isn’t He Precious It’s awkward and delightful and hopefully she’s working her way towards a bit of REAL romance. Right, Pepper?? Right? :D (T)
@lalallicat brings us the wonderful Leap Day in which Jemma Simmons gets stuck in a Dublin inn with a disagreeable innkeeper and shenanigans ensue! (T)
@roamingbadger continues to deliver extreme gorgeousness in A Happy, Loving Pair in which Jemma Simmons is staying in a Perthshire cottage for her brother’s wedding and finds the cottage owner’s son to be a bit of a dish. (T)
@anastea wrote a truly gorgeous story connecting the moment Jemma cuts off Fitz’s rambling about his picture of space to the moment the building starts shaking and it is simply perfection. aptly titled a picture of space (G)
@agent85 has been SUPER prolific and I have so many fics to catch up on but this one - The Symphony of You and Me - is a real treat and I have no doubt that all the rest are too. (G)
ALSO, so many lovely ficlets everywhere @superirishbreakfasttea is a veritable fountain of delights! @dilkirani is one of my new favourites! @writeonthrough publishes so many lovely things! @agl03 occasionally turns her hand to lovely fic amidst the meta and speculation! I miss lots due to being in the wrong time zone for many of the ficlet writers but I know at least these guys have put out some beauties recently!!!
I KNOW I’m missing things so please point them out if I am!!! I don’t want to miss out on any amazing fics!!!
gallavich prompt: can you do something where one of them has an accident and forgets who the other is? :)
// ok I’ve given this my best shot…it’s a total standalone, full on oneshot, completely unrelated to my gallavich queer club universe (but trust me there is lots more of that coming!) enjoy //
‘Im sorry Mr Gallagher but he has amnesia.’
Ian sighed. 'But he’s going to remember? It’ll come back?’
'We can’t know anything for certain. I don’t want to promise something that may not happen. You’re free to visit him now, though. He’s awake.’
So Ian walked slowly down the corridor, breathing in the harsh chemical smell of the hospital. He just wanted to get to the room and see Mickey, yet he walked slower than ever. He knew that every step he took was a step closer to discovering something terrible.
'Can I come in?’, he called, knocking on the door. The man in the bed frowned at him, confused.
'I think you have the wrong room, man,’ he said, shrugging blankly.
Ian’s heart almost stopped. 'Mickey. It’s me. It’s Ian’, he whispered, shocked.
Mickey’s eyes widened. 'How the fuck do you know my name?’, he said, his tone suspicious and body inching away from Ian in caution, who had now entered the room.
Ian couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 'I know your name, Mickey Milkovich, because I have loved you for just shy of eight years.’
'I’m not a fucking fag,’ Mickey spat aggressively, but his eyes were fearful.
'You’ve got to be kidding me,’ Ian muttered incredulously. Mickey had reverted back to how he was before coming out. Before even knowing Ian. He walked up close to Mickey and got up close, the words falling slowly but piercingly out of his mouth. 'I don’t know what year you think you’re in, but back in 2014, you came out. You practically screamed it. Your dad beat the shit out of us, but we won. We went home and showered together and we didn’t fuck that night. We kissed with our broken faces and just lay side by side all night. Toe to toe, head to head. I held you. I kissed away your tears. And then, Mickey, then you rested your ear over my chest and you fell asleep listening to my heartbeat.’ Mickey was staring at him, paralysed. Ian wondered if he’d gone too far, but he didn’t stop. 'I know your name, Mickey Milkovich, because I can’t count the number of times I’ve fucking screamed out your name each time you coaxed my body into an orgasm…which you reciprocated nicely, might I add. Usually I top. But liking what you like don’t make you a bitch, isn’t that right?’
'I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but you need to shut your fucking mouth,’ Mickey practically whimpered. Then Ian calmed down a little. He realised that this wasn’t Mickey’s fault. So he spoke softly and less aggressively.
'I know your name, Mickey Milkovich, because six months ago, we got married. In the park here in Chicago. Our sisters were bridesmaids. Your brothers didn’t show up. But mine became yours. Lip was my best man. Kev was yours. And Yev was ring bearer. Your son - our son.’ Mickey was speechless. 'He’s almost five. And these are the rings he carried down the aisle to us,’ Ian said, holding up his hand to show the thick, plain silver band snug on his fourth finger. Then he tentatively reached out to run his thumb over Mickey’s identical ring. Mickey instinctively snatched his hand away like Ian’s touch burned him. 'In your vows, you told me that you loved me beyond any and all things. And you told me again later, when it was just us, because I still couldn’t believe it. It felt like a dream. Because I love you too, Mickey. So, so much,’ Ian told him, tears in his eyes, desperate. He clasped Mickey’s hand now and held on, his husband’s hand, the hand he knew better than his own, as he cried silently.
Mickey stared at their hands, fingering the ring on his finger, frowning. 'I don’t know where to even begin…they told me I had some amnesia but…how could I forget so much? There’s just, years and years missing. Years with you, apparently. You don’t seem like the sort of guy I could forget’, he whispered.
Ian raised his eyebrows. 'Was that - are you flirting?’ he almost laughed.
Mickey looked away awkwardly. 'Look, I know I’m gay. I’ve always known. I never kiss guys. Don’t want them to get attached…well. I don’t want to get attached to them, honestly.’
'You kiss me plenty. All of that playing-it-straight crap went to shit after a couple years with me.’
'Am I really married? To you?’ Ian reached for his wallet.
'I’ll bring more pictures from home, tomorrow - but I always have this one with me. This is us. Last May.’ Ian showed him the little rectangular picture.
'We look good,’ Mickey remarked, but the two men in tuxes with matching grins looked like strangers to him. There was a pause. 'Do I really have a kid?’
'Yes. He’s here,’ Ian said, flipping the pockets of the wallet over and revealing a photo from a year or so ago, of Yev sat on the couch at Ian and Mickey’s place. 'Yevgeny. We all call him Yev.’
'What kind of a -’
'Why?’ Ian considered how to answer. 'Who’s his mother?’
Ian sighed. 'It’s a long story. I’ll tell you another day.’ Mickey didn’t persist.
'How did we meet?’
Ian smiled. 'It was 2011. We were still living out our teenage years, though yours were nearly over. You thought I’d - hurt your sister and you just burst into the shop where I used to work, screaming out my name. Wouldn’t be the last time you did that…anyway. We didn’t really meet until I came to your place one morning. We started out fighting, pretty hard, but then you pinned me down and - I just remember our eyes locked and we just stared at each other, and we just knew. And then we were just doing it. Fucking in your twin bed. I was fifteen. Shit.’ He sighed. 'We kept hooking up in secret. Always rushing through the sex. Terrified of getting discovered. That was more you than me, but still. We didn’t even kiss for, like, two years. Not that I didn’t try. But we used to flirt shamelessly. That was more me than you. You were nothing like anyone I’d ever known. I didn’t think you could exist. But you did. Eventually you seemed to just accept that you wanted me and you weren’t going to deny yourself pleasure anymore. It was literally destroying you, Mick.’
Ian had gone to get them both coffee. On the walk back, he reflected. It was still unbelievable. And unfair. But when hadn’t things been with them? He didn’t know how he could tell Mickey everything. Svetlana. Terry. His bipolar. The accident. How could everything about them have been wiped clean out of his head?
As he returned, he was broken out of these thoughts by Mickey’s voice ringing down the corridor. He was…singing? Ian listened.
'And I don’t want the world to see me, cos I don’t think that they’d understand’, Mickey sang, scratchy but pure.
Ian stood in the doorway, frozen. Mickey noticed. 'Are you ok?’, he asked.
'Mick…why were you singing that song?’, he asked in a choked whisper.
Mickey shrugged. 'I don’t actually know. I seem to remember it from somewhere. And it’s - it’s nice. I guess,’ he said, puzzled. 'Why?’
Ian stepped inside the room slowly. 'That was the song we danced to at our wedding. It’s our song, it’s our fucking song’, he said, then sang the next line, voice shaking, 'when everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.’
They didn’t say anything. They just stared at each other, both searching for things that the other didn’t know how to give.
Mickey slowly slipped off the ring and held it. 'So I can remember our wedding song but not the wedding’, he murmured bitterly.
Ian noticed Mickey’s eyes fill with tears. He knew him well enough to know that any second he would begin crying. He walked over and held Mickey, not caring if the gesture was too sudden - if his husband was crying, he was going to comfort him. Sure enough, Mickey gave a loud sob, then tears fell down his face as he began to cry. Ian absentmindedly stroked his neck, planted little kisses in his hair; it was second nature. 'Sorry,’ he said after a moment, worrying Mickey would react adversely to the affection.
Mickey shook his head. 'It’s fine. It’s - nice. That’s not it.’
'It’s just…I want to remember it, all of it. Not only for my sake but for yours too, this isn’t fair to either of us’, Mickey sobbed.
Ian nodded. 'I know. I know’, he said, feeling tears sting his own eyes. After everything they’d been out through, this just felt like the sickest, most fucked up twist of fate.
Mickey slowly turned and looked at Ian. He had somehow ended up curled against Ian’s chest, a familiar position. They were so close; Ian could feel his breath on his neck and it took all the strength he had not to kiss Mickey. It was too soon, it was too soon, he kept telling himself.
But then Mickey reached up, slowly, tracing the outline of Ian’s face. Tentative at first, then coming to cradle Ian’s face in his palm. Mickey’s eyes fell to his lips.
'Oh fuck,’ Ian murmured, and gave in. He kissed him hard, and then Mickey returned the kiss, deepened it. Ian’s hands ran through Mickey’s hair and they really tasted each other. Ian couldn’t get enough of him, no matter how familiar he was. That was the beauty of it.
'Your kiss. I’ve had it before’, Mickey said breathlessly.
Ian smiled. 'My lips are clearly a pretty unforgettable experience’, he smiled through his tears. Mickey laughed.
Mickey had fallen asleep in his arms and Ian had stayed, holding him. It reminded him of old times, before the accident. They lay together on the bed, Ian breathing in the same old smell. The blood and the hospital couldn’t erase it; it was, unmistakably, home.
'Ian? Are you awake?’, he whispered.
Ian looked down at his husband. 'Yeah. I’m here.’
'I just want to say. I’m - I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this. I can’t imagine how hard it must be’, he said.
'It’s not your fault’, Ian began, but Mickey cut across -
'regardless. I’m sorry. And when the doctor sees me tomorrow, I’m going to find out how I can beat this thing - if I can. If I can’t, well…’, he trailed off, unsure what would happen.
'Then we’ll work through it. I vowed to take you in sickness and in health’, Ian reminded him. 'God knows you’ve done that for me. Look, I love you, Mickey. I will always love you. And I know you’ve forgotten how to love me, but I’ll remind you. I want you to remember, to feel it all again’, he whispered, kissing his neck.
Mickey smiled. 'Thank you, firecrotch,’ he muttered as his eyes closed, drifting back into sleep.
Ian’s heart jolted and he closed his eyes, grinning, as more tears came. 'You’re on your way back, aren’t you,’ he whispered, kissing Mickey’s forehead gently. He didn’t think his old nickname had ever made him cry before.
But that was their relationship. Expect the unexpected. Always.
// the end! PLEASE keep sending me prompts, I gotta write every day this month! //
OK, in order to help everyone with their feels after episode 33, I’ve decided to post one of my WIP fics that never quite got finished, but contains enough story for now that at least you’ll get something out of it. Keep in mind this was written AGES ago. Like, way back in September, I think. So that can explain any anomalies that might pop up.
Laura x Danny and Laura x Carmilla, with pre Danny x Carmilla (it’s basically OT3 before Danny and Carmilla realize they like each other ok)
Based on a headcanon I posted way, way, waaaaaaay back about Laura getting into dangerous situations all the time and Danny and Carmilla bond over how exasperated they get with their tiny daredevil girlfriend.
Laura and Danny were having a stand off when Carmilla walked in.
AFTERMATH; PART TWO. [the grass isn’t always greener on the other side.] → 10 songs, approx. 40 minutes. 8tracks, DL link (coming soon)
a post-island mix for james and kate (who now finally call each other by their real names) as they try to recover, fail, fall back into their old ways, and find sanctuary, if not recuperation, in each other’s arms.
technically STILL ON NANOWRIMO HIATUS but i was digging around my phone for some notes i made for my nano piece and rediscovered this weird little fic nugget. I’m pretty sure I wrote this on my phone right after the season 6 finale aired when my insomnia kicked in and i needed to channel my feels somewhere. ok…now back to my NANOWRIMO cave to cry over word counts. i will reemerge in December!
Jon makes his way up the familiar stairs to his boyhood chamber. He is bone tired and every muscle in his body seems to call out for a bed.
All thoughts of sleep disappear when he rounds the landing and find a half dozen serving men and women scurrying busily about. He is soon spotted and all pause in their work long enough to duck their heads with a murmured ‘your grace’.
Jon nods stiffly. He has been king for less than a day and is still uncomfortable to be addressed so. His unease lessens when he spots a familiar flash of red hair amongst the chaos.
Request: Requested by anonymous: 511. “Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to
hold back.” with Alexander? they’re friends but in that awkward/cute stage
before a relationship when they aren’t sure if they should be official but they
really like eachother? idk if any of that is good haha
Prompts: “Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not
be able to hold back.”
A/N: ok so tumblr doesn’t notify me on my phone when I get anonymous
questions, so I got a non anon one just now and suddenly I noticed the two
others whoops. (After this is 5 more fics: A Lafayette one, A Thomas Jefferson,
Another Lafayette one, a John Laurens one, and then one with whichever
character [I haven’t decided yet!])
You were close with Alex, but not sure what to call him to
other people. Do I call him my boyfriend?
We haven’t really mentioned it around eachother… But he’s not really in the
friend zone anymore. As you walked through the halls of your school, you
were knocked out of your thoughts as you suddenly hit someone. You both crashed
to the ground, groaning in pain. You looked up, revealing the man who already
occupied your thoughts.
“Sorry, Alex!” You said hurriedly, helping him up after
picking yourself up from the ground.
“It’s alright, Y/N.” Alex quickly replied. “I have to get to
my next class, but if you wanna, could we hang out afterwards?”
“Yeah, sure!” You responded cheerily. You waved goodbye, and
walked to your next class. As you entered, you spotted John. You sat next to
him gratefully, filling him in on your thoughts from before.
“Well, if he’s talking to you after class today can’t you
ask him then?” You nodded, nervous.
“I guess so.” You sighed as the bell rang. Class started,
and the only reason you could focus in the class was because John kept bringing
you out of your thoughts.
The bell rang, indicating class was over. You and John left
the building, eventually going your separate ways. John walked off to the
dorms, as you strolled off to the usual meeting place you had with the group.
You spotted Alex, and quickened your pace. When you reached
him, he greeted you with a light hug.
“So…” He began, shuffling his feet. “I was thinking about, y’know,
what to call us?” He almost sounded hesitant.
“Me too, actually. We never really talked about it…” You
muttered, looking at the ground.
“Are we… Official?” He asked, nervous.
“I think so?” Once confirmed, Alex’s nervous attitude almost
immediately disappeared. You gave him an odd look as he inched closer to you.
“Don’t give me that
face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.” He smirked; now close
enough for you to feel his breath on your face.
“OH MY GOD GET A ROOM!” You heard Hercules voice pierce
through the silent courtyard, causing you to jump back.
“We just might!” Alex retorted, grabbing your wrist and
dragging you towards the dorms.
Suzalulu Week 2015 - Day 6 ‘Service and Sacrifice’
“They sent me back to the academy you know. I couldn’t do much to get out of that. But no-one mentions anything when I leave in the middle of class, and when they see Zero, they never say my name. It’s existing without existing. I know you said that my sacrifice would be that I could never die, that living would be penance. But this can’t really be called living, can it?
Are you listening, Lelouch?”
The mask lay silent on the bed. It never did have answers for him. With a sigh, he picked it up.
“Never mind. Let’s go. We still have time to serve.”
OK! So all I’m seeing on my dash is these yummy little deserts with sparkly rings on them, put there by one Oliver Queen, who is in love with Felicity Smoak. Since everyone is writing fics for this scenario now, I thought I would chip my two cents in. So here is my version of the Olicity engagement.
Summary: Finn may have left the First Order, but he never actually joined the Resistance.
Not really. His only mission was Rey. Now, awake, back at the
Resistance base with the war still raging, Finn must make a choice. Can
he find something to fight for?