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[evie-sturns]

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about me: hi! my names evie.

i downloaded tumblr 25th of december 2023 after seeing sturnfilmed's tiktok story, i instantly started writing fics as soon as i joined (my debut was chris and matt headcannons) i started watching the sturniolo's in early 2023 and my fav triplet is nick although i would pay matt to run me over.

i live in new-zealand, my favorite color is pink and i go to a private school. i love concerts, music and my friends. i have criiiiipppling anxiety which i've had since like 10 years old buts its okay, i also have a pretty bad eating disorder cause i grew up a fatass but we don't talk abt that. i have an older sister.

i have brown curly hair which i straighten and green eyes and relatively big lips, i'm 5'4, i'm in like a 2 month long talking stage with a guy rn, i'm a very social person and i'd say i'm quite popular which makes school quite a safe place for me and i feel liked by people , i have strict parents so i'm really good at lying, and sneaking around behind their backs. i used to be like kinda off the rails when my mum got sick and i was doing illegal stuff to distract myself but i got caught and stopped (glad) and now my life is back on track and i have a lot better things to do, my rice purity score is 72.

celebrity crushes:

christian anthony, billie eilish, matt sturniolo, chris sturniolo, RODRICK HEFFLEY?!??!??!???!?!?!?!?!!??!!?!?, nathan doe, fiona gallagher, carrington, vinnie hacker 💀💀💀, louis patridge, LOOORRENNNZOO ZURZOLOOOO, jared padalecki ONLY IN THE 2000’s, ned menlove 

biggest fears: loosing loved ones, alligators?!??, being murdered, embarrassing myself.

my favorite youtubers are: the sturniolos, norris nuts (my guilty pleasure BYE), dizzydyl, benoftheweek, any kind of true crime omg, eleanor neale, baylen livene.

my favourite shows/movies: SHAMLESS (all time favorite), gilmore girls, 10 things i hate about you, the worlds a little blurry.

my favorite artists are: billie eilish like if you think your a bigger fan than me your NOT(kidding), chase atlantic, brent faiyaz, sza, frank ocean, childish gambino, and clairo but sometimes im a slut for songs like slut me out and geekaleek LMFAO. i've been to billies concert in 2022 which was the best night of my life, i went to sza last week which was life-changing.

my favourite songs as of right now are: confident - justin bieber and chance the rapper, les - childish gambino, drugs & money - chase atlantic, church - chase atlantic, overheated - billie eilish, bitches broken hearts - billie eilish. ivy - frank ocean

what i wont write: weird kinks (r@pe, like piss and shit stuff tf, big age gaps), nick x fem!reader if its not platonic even though i dont really write for nick in general. anything that i dont want to write so dont pressure me.

what i will write: requests, smut, angst, fluff, series's if im dedicated, one shots, almost anything apart from what i listed above.

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also writing and reading on here got my english and humanties grade up like crazy so thank you guys.

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[darkeralmond]

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[cuddleslutloki]

hello. i have fic to offer.

#thorki #thorki fic #bottom!thor #top!loki #baylen fic

[bourbonbucky]

"Loki," Thor begins with his mouth still half full of food, "do you remember when we got married on that little Alfheim pleasure planet?"

Loki nods. "You were rather drunk."

"Right. Did we ever nullify it?" Thor swallows the last of his food and rinses it down with juice.

Loki stops and then drops his fork. "Fuck."

Thor chuckles and tosses a small box to him. "Happy three-hundred-twenty-seventh anniversary, brother."

Loki raises an eyebrow and opens the box, biting back a smile when he sees a ring set with a wide, twisting band of braided black gold with a Marquis cut emerald from Jotunheim.

He slips it onto his right index finger and admires it a moment. "And the other three-hundred-twenty-six anniversaries?"

Thor grins wide. "Get me a gift and then we can discuss arrears, husband."

Loki slips on his best, sharpest smile. "Are you sure you want to play a game like this with me?"

Lightning dances over Thor's tongue as he licks lips. "Of course. It's a perfect game for a pair of kings."

Visceral, brutal joy fills Loki's chest and he allows his smile to slip away to something genuine. It's honest in a way only Thor is allowed to see. What a good game this will be.

#thorki #thorki fic #thunderfrost #baylen fic

[transbratkeith]

Keith hitched his legs higher up Shiro’s sides and pulled him deep, felt the tip of Shiro’s fat cock bump his cervix, and grinned like the feral he was. 

“There, there, c’mon,” Keith gasped, bent in half, stuffed full, greedy for more. Everything Shiro would give he’d take and he’d swallow it down with a smile. 

Shiro’s white hair caught the light and shone silver with it, as unreal and beautiful on the outside as he was on the inside. Sappy bullshit, still true. Keith groaned when Shiro hit that spot inside, angled up, rubbing him deep. His clit throbbed and he clenched, laughed when Shiro grit his teeth and growled. 

“There we are, Daddy,” Keith whispered, delighted to earn that viciousness that kept Shiro alive and repurpose it for something beautiful. 

Shiro grabbed his hips and bit his neck. The deep, hard thrusts turned to quick snaps that made made the bed frame groan beneath them. Keith held his breath and clutched at Shiro’s shoulders, could hear Shiro gasping just over the roar of blood in his ears. 

His lungs burned, he needed to breathe, he needed Shiro, the twist of his hips and the ache of that thick cock splitting him open and—

Keith screamed as he came, pussy clamping down hard and forcing Shiro right off that edge after him. Together, like always. They held each other, shook and kissed through ragged breath. Shiro went soft and slipped free, but Keith still had him inside, would be leaking him for days. 

Shiro hummed and kissed his collarbone. “Remind me to take more work trips.”

Keith laughed. “Don’t you dare.”

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[silwenworld]

Until The Last Petal Falls (Part 2 in the War Roses Series)

Summary: He could see the flowers floating before his eyes. A Bouquet. A single flower. Every time in different configuration but one thing was constant - the petals were falling away. Each time there were fewer and fewer petals attached to the stalk. And each time that happened, he could feel himself slipping further and further away.

Or: Captain Gold has a son to find and woman to come back to, and nothing short of dying will keep him from doing just that.

A continuation of the Rumbelle Showdown 2020 fic “The Dried Rose”

Category: M

CHAPTER 7 [AO3] [First Chapter]

Storybrooke was a small town with most of its residents being born and raised there as their parents and grandparents had been before them. Although it hadn't changed much throughout the years, the town itself wasn't spared from the dreads of wars that overtook Europe in the span of the last thirty years. Shortage in supplies had been one of the many consequences, but it wasn't so cumbersome as it could have been considering the close community of the townsfolk. Nevertheless, when the soldiers had come to town, everybody looked at them in distrust.  It wouldn't have been as much of a problem if not for the fact that they had drafted some of the younger men, thus leaving the people even more biased towards the newcomers.

Leroy hadn't been the only one who had remembered all too well the horrors of the first War, so when the soldiers came to stay, he had been the first to be all overly cautious of them. He had never talked about any of his worries, preferring a bottle of cheap alcohol to any nagging Martha Lucas could cause him - Wilfred's wife had always been good at that, he would give her that. Still, he had never felt comfortable around that woman. Wolf would probably slap him for even thinking badly about his wife and call him an idiot, but Leroy had never particularly cared about his friend's antics. He had been one weird man, albeit a good friend and every week since his death Leroy was drinking one glass of Scotch at the man's grave in honour of that friendship.

Well, the point was, Leroy hadn't trusted the soldiers that had came with the second War with the pretext of training exercises. Within two weeks, he had been quite confident most of those lads wouldn't be seeing the next day when sent to the battlefield. But they had improved, at least most of them. Those training exercises had been how he had met captain Gold or more accurately seen him. The man had been different from the others. It had been clear to anyone looking that he had preferred to spend most of his time alone. Leroy could respect that, but it had been weird, seeing some other officers scoff at the man, and him doing almost nothing. It hadn't seemed to bother him at all as he had carried out his duties. Leroy was quite sure that there had been no malice behind Gold's clipped answers and the way he had been interacting with others, but his almost cold demeanour had been the reason that almost no one had been missing him when the boys had been called to arms. At least that's how it would have been if then the kiss between the Captain and Belle French hadn't happened and the whole town hadn't been turned around on its axis.

And then when Gold had come back, even though he had been supposed to be dead, Leroy hadn't been surprised - men like Gold were determined to say the least, and the whole story that Gaston had presented had been scrappy at best, Leroy hadn't spent his time around Wolf to not to recognize those things. The man who had come back, though, had been different from the one who had set off.

Even now it was down to the details, but when looked close enough, one could see the contrast. The Captain was good at hiding it in public, a skill that spoke of an experience in the matter, and almost everyone could be fooled into believing that the War had left no mark on Gold. Leroy often wondered if it had something to do with the way the other officers had been looking down at the Scot or had he mastered that skill even earlier on.  

Well, it wasn't any of his business, and frankly, Leroy didn't want to know. But watched on he did. And through those months after the Captain's return, he had spotted another curious thing - Gary Gaston had been avoiding the man like the plague. He had never approached nor spoken to him, but Leroy could swear there had been something chilling in the young man's eyes when he was looking, no - glaring at the older man.

Curious.

And Unsettling.

*

The phrase nervous as a schoolboy was very accurate to his current state. One could have thought that he was 43 years old, for God's sake, not a sweating teenager, but that's how Gold felt right now. Not like a soldier - or at least an ex one - who had killed, lost men under his command and dragged himself almost literally from hell, but like a kid so apprehensive that tying the knot of his only tie was nearly an impossible task.

What on Earth had persuaded him that it was a good idea?

Gold sighed frustrated and let his hands fell to his sides in resignation, leaving the tie unmade. The answer was quite simple, really - it was Belle.

"I don't think, that's such a good idea, sweetheart."

"He won't bite you or anything you know? He's my dad, not a hound from hell."

"Sometimes I have doubts..." he murmured under his nose.

"What was that?"

"That I don't like crowds?" He answered lamely, which earned him a playful hit to the shoulder. Gold chuckled, rubbing the spot. "Sorry."

“Remind my, why do I keep spending my time with you?"

"You insist that it's love, but why is beyond me."

Belle bent down and kissed the end of his nose, smiling. "Yes, if it's not love I don't know what else it could have been."

So yeah, he had agreed to come to dinner at Belle's house, thus meeting her father properly for the first time. Come to think of it, it was quite an achievement, considering he had been back for months. Not that he had been talkative in the first place - Gold had traded maybe three sentences with the man before being shipped to the front, and now he was about to seat at the same table and manage a proper conversation. He had never been good at that, despised it even, and had wanted so badly to refuse, but the look on Belle's face had stopped him.

This dinner, for whatever reason, was important to her, she wanted him in her house and meeting her father. It was a step forward in their relationship that he was so afraid to take because, after that, there was only one step left. One he was dreading the most and couldn't push himself to make, at least not yet.

Grimacing, Gold grabbed his cane and limped towards the bed to sit heavily on the unmade bedding, his head dropping to his chest. Resigned, he pulled at the end of the tie, not looking as it hung limply in his hand, almost touching the ground. How easier it would have been to just stay in his room, but right after thinking it, he knew he couldn't do it. He had already missed the Chrismas dinner as a nasty case of pneumonia had decided it had been the best time to make him cough out his lungs. He still felt guilty about it as Belle had decided to spent almost all her free time with him then, putting cooling compresses on his fevered forehead when she should have been with her father instead.

To add to that, Gold wasn't blind nor stupid. Belle might have been smiling and telling him he just needed time and would be standing next to him through all of this, but he watched her when she thought he wasn't. She looked tired, to say the least, and he had caught her whipping her eyes more than once. Gold had tried to bring the subject subtly with Ruby Lucas but still couldn't find the right words how to do it. He was sure Belle was speaking with her friend, he really hoped she did, but Roy also knew that he was the reason behind her worries and confronting that fact was scaring him. He didn't want to be a burden, despised the fact that he was, but she kept on insisting on being there for him with every step, and no matter how much Gold hated it, he was glad that she did. Roy didn't want to think where he would have been if not for her.

But it was taking the toll on Belle and the least he could do was to go for a dinner with her father present at the table.

When younger, he had wanted to be a part of a bigger family as his own was lacking in every aspect, but had never gotten the opportunity to meet Millah's parents. It had never occurred to him at that time that maybe Millah's reluctance had been one of the early warning signs. She hadn't invited them to the wedding nor Bae's christening. His ex-wife it seemed hadn't been good at maintaining emotional bonds, and he, on the other hand, had been young and too eager to form them. It had been a miracle they had lasted together for as long as they had. Baylen had probably been the only thing keeping them together, but even that hadn't been enough in the end.

Baylen. 

Was he even alive at this point? He would have been eighteen by now, or more accurately, almost nineteen with his birthday coming in March, and the military could have been all too eager and drafted him by the end of the War... Gold hated the fact of how young the boys under his command had been, how young they had died... Could he even hope...?

Roy ran his hand through his hair, letting out a shaky breath. He needed to pull himself together. He had to. For Belle.  And his boy.

 Please, be alive. 

*

"I have a bad feeling about this."

"You'll do fine, papa."

"You know, I can maybe go to the shop? And you can spend some time toge- "

"We're spending most of our free time together. You know it's not about that."

"Right."

Moe had spent the week before Christmas almost going bald from the nervousness about sitting at the same table with Gold. He had scolded himself all that time and had almost been ready to face the Captain when the message about the man's sickness had come. Maurice had known he should have felt bad about the other man, but it hadn't been easy to hide the relief that had washed over him. Before he had known it, he had been nodding all too vigorously as Belle had told him the news, saying she would be checking on Gold. He had known the meeting sooner or later had to take place, but to say he didn't look forward to this was underestimate. In the months after the Captain's return, Moe had learned to accept the fact that his daughter did love the man and that it hadn't been some fleeting feeling. He didn't have to like him, though. Moe had one opinion about the soldiers, and it wasn't a nice one.

"You'll do fine, papa. You'll see that you'll find something to talk about."

Well, it was inevitable. Moe sighed and cut the stems of the red roses that he freshly arranged into a bouquet then glanced at his daughter leaning against the counter.

"Alright. You can invite the Captain over to the dinner if he's willing."

"He has a name, you know."

Moe just muttered approvingly, focusing more on putting the roses into a vase. They would do nicely for the new years event; the mayor would be peased.

He didn't see Gary Gaston slipping to the back of the shop with a grave expression.

*

Deep breath in.

Deep breath out.

Easy.

Yet not so in the slightest.

Wrapped in the thick woollen coat - a Christmas present from Belle which cost he really didn't want to spend to much time focusing on - Gold watched the mist that left his mouth. Despite the cold, the hand that held the cane was sticky with sweat. He had been standing like that for what felt like hours, but probably were mere minutes wondering if he should knock or not.

He had almost done so when an unwanted realization had stopped him. He had never been to Belle's house before. Yes, he had stood on the next side of the road many times, but had never set a foot over the porch.

It was a lovely house, painted a soft yellow, with an entrance through the flower shop overgrown with vines that had once been Belle's mother's pride and joy. Now, preserved and ran by Moe, it was one of the best-known places in Storybrooke.

Gold corrected the satchel on his left shoulder and took a step forward. It would not do to stand there like a scarecrow. He was almost touching the doorbell when the doors had opened, and someone would have almost barreled into him if Roy's reflexes weren't quicker.

"Sorry, I di -. Captain. "

The sentence was cut short as it seemed the owner of the terse, low voice had realized into whom he had almost walked in. Gold had bearly managed to avoid the collision only thanks to his instincts that had him twisting his shoulder just enough to only brush against the other man. He didn't need to look up to know who had been now blocking his path. It was easy to guess, and quite an achievement on itself that the encounter had happened just now and not a long time beforehand.

Gold drew himself up to his full height, trying to lean on his cane as little as possible. It didn't help much as he was still a lot shorter than the other man, but it had never stopped him from intimidating him.

"Sargent. Haven't seen you for a while - how have you been?"

Gold's tone was light as if he was conversating about the weather, but his eyes were slightly narrowed, betraying that the encounter hadn't been a nice one in the slightest. There was an edge to his voice too, but he doubted that Gary Gaston had noticed it. Neither this nor the fact that Gold's fingers curled tighter around the cane's handle as his ankle screamed at him to elevate the weight that he was now putting on it.

"A lot of work, sir. Glad to have you back."

I bet it is.

"Yes. I've been told I've been declared dead in action. What a relief that I wasn't, won't you say?"

"Yes, sir. A huge relief."

Lair.

He could see it in the other man's posture - the want to say and do a complete opposite of the words that were leaving his mouth. Gold had spent enough time around Sargent Gaston to be able to read him like an open book, and it wasn't hard really. Besides, the younger man had already tried to get rid of him once, so Roy wondered what was stopping him from acting. But Gaston kept on standing as he had been - back straight like during the drills. The thing that betrayed him had been the muscle in his cheek that kept on spasming now and again.

"Well, I must be going. I have a dinner to attend to, you see."

Gold watched for a reaction and Gaston didn't disappoint. His right eyelid twitched, his jaw clenched and it seemed that he tried really hard not to ball his hands into fists.

"Of course, sir. I won't keep you waiting."

Oh, you already did.

Gold could feel the man's eyes on his back as he turned around, his every instinct screaming at him not to expose himself - the last time his back was turned Gaston had put a bullet through his shoulder. And it had been Gaston - now Roy was more sure of that than ever.

But he did turn around and limped through the flower shop's door and even when they closed behind him, he could swear, Gaston's gaze was still drilling holes in his back even through the wood.

He purposefully didn't turn around and tried to ignore the itching between his shoulder blades. Gold wasn't an amateur. He knew how to mask his emotions most of the time - he wouldn't have gotten to where he was now if he didn't - so he limped further into the shop without a glance back.

The place itself wasn't big - cluttered with flowers at every possible surface and all, but it gave away a homely feel. It was easy to spot Belle's hand in some areas. There - a careful arrangement of blue hyacinths with golden ribbons on the far right and then the bouquet of roses arranged in a heart in the middle of the display. She had mentioned once that putting flowers into shapes calmed her mind. It was something she had inherited from her mother it had seemed.

Gold looked around, unsure of where to go next, feeling like a fish out of water. Noone seemed to be at the front, and there was no move at the back indicating either Belle or her father hiding there, so not wanting to snoop around, he made his way towards the counter. The curiosity got better of him when he spotted a small photo frame, sitting on the edge. Gold picked it up without thinking, the corner of his mouth curling slightly when fully seeing the photograph.

A young woman was sitting on a rocking chair and smiling while holding a wee baby girl. Even without the colour, it was quite obvious who the woman was - her eyes and mouth were the same shape as Belle's not to mention the wavy hair. If the woman was who he thought she was then the child... Gold's smile winded.

"I'm sorry, we're closed! Oh." Gold bearly stopped himself from jumping in surprise and letting go of the frame upon hearing the low voice. He turned around and found himself looking at Belle's very uncomfortably looking father.

"Mr French. I apologize for barging in. The door was unlocked."

"Yes, yes. Not your fault, Captian."

By the look of it, it seemed that Gold wasn't the only one nervous about the oncoming dinner. Moe rubbed his hands on his trousers, then made a gesture towards the door. "Just a moment."

Gold watched him turning the lock, only realizing that he was still holding on to the frame when French's gaze fell back on it after turning around. The silence that followed couldn't be more awkward.

"Belle resembles her mother a lot,"  remarked Gold while putting the frame back on its previous place, trying for a casual tone.

"Oh, she does. And not only in looks."

Not knowing what more there was to say they stood watching one another for good two minutes before French remembered that it would be better for both of them to head upstairs.

Yes, the dinner had already started to look like quite a disaster.

*

How a simple dinner could become an awkward affair was quite beyond her. Belle fisted her hand under the table, trying really hard not to bang her head on any of the china. It wasn't like she didn't notice and appreciated the effort that both men were putting into this assemble, no. The problem was, they were trying too hard it seemed - both of them.

Her father looked like he wanted to bolt away any minute from the start, but he had politely inclined about the weather and Roy, looking like he had been facing a fairing squad would answer even more politely to his enquiries.

They were dancing around each other, shooting her sideways glances from time to time, and it was making Belle want to bang their heads together. She really didn't know what to do.

Roy had been back for months, and even if he looked and acted better than he had at first, she knew that a considerable part of it was just an act or more likely an act that slowly was becoming a reality. She made her peace that he would probably never tell her about what had happened during the War, but she wished he would trust her enough to know it didn't matter to her. She just wished he would understand and believe that he wasn't as worthless with his disabilities as he thought himself to be.

She had thought she had lost him once.

That belief, that feeling - it had almost destroyed her. She didn't want to feel it again. It didn't change the fact that the helplessness was slowly getting to her.

"43."

"Oh? And you say you fought in the First War?"

Belle was pulled back from her thoughts by the sudden change of topic. It looked like her father had stopped bitting around the bush and judging by the look on Roy's face, it would have been better if he hadn't.

"But that would make you - "

"16. Now lads had only gotten younger."

The silence that fell over the table felt heavy. Nobody liked to talk about the losses that the War had caused, most of all, Roy. A shadow fell over his face every time the topic was breached, and now it seemed, those scars laid far deeper in his past than she had thought.

"I didn't know you have fought then," Belle whispered, looking down on the plate. She wasn't even born then, and Roy had already... She glanced up, and he sent her a small yet sad smile.

"That last year hadn't been one of the fondest memories."

16...

"Hey," she glanced up when she felt his hand on hers under the table, squeezing reassuringly. Roy was still smiling, even if it didn't reach his eyes. "It's in the past. Not important."

She rotated her hand, threading her fingers through his and squeezed back.

"Nothing that's part of you is unimportant."

His smile winded, not enough to show his teeth, but enough to finally to reach his eyes and he was just about to answer when a clutter of cutlery made both of them jump in their sits. Belle turned her head towards her father, bearly resisting from grinning at how he tried not to look affected, busing his hands with cleaning the splatters of soup on the table with a napkin.

"How silly of me. Clumsy and all, can't reach for a cigarette without a mess," Moe muttered, not looking at them but the flush on his cheeks betraying him.

Belle chuckled then and stood up, taking the napkin from her father and kissing him on the cheek.

"I'll leave the two of you to your smoking and be back in a minute, all right?"

She needed some fresh air.

"You sure?" Moe looked up, his eyes running over her face, searchingly. "I can clean up - "

"It's fine, papa. Relax. You both behave yourselves."

The remark made both Gold and her father almost choke on their drinks, and she shook her head while taking the dishes away.

"Men," she muttered.

Gold watched her go with a lump forming in his throat, briefly wondering if she was doing it on purpose. He knew she needed time to breathe, the small remark that he had been a part of the First War seemed to shake her, and he chid himself for not speaking about it sooner. Maybe then the air between them would have been cleaner? But he had seen no reason to add to the already heavy baggage of guilt. Besides the topic had just simply never come up.

"Well, it seemed we had been left once again alone," Belle's father muttered which made Gold glance in his direction. "Care for a smoke, Captain?"

The corner of Gold's mouth twitched.

"I never say no to that."

They smoked in silence; both of them focused on the smoke rising and dancing in the air. When younger, Gold liked to look for shapes and make rings that rose high towards the ceiling, he had a brief memory of his son clapping at the display those rare times Roy had been smoking indoors.   He didn't know when he had ceased doing those silly things.

"Colette wanted me to stop," remarked Moe as he shook ashes from the cigarette. "Couldn't bring myself to do it, honestly. A nasty habit."

Gold grimaced. "Belle doesn't like it either."

"She's stubborn, I warn you. She got it after her mother."

Gold didn't answer. Instead, he flexed his fingers over the handle of his cane that rested against his leg. Stubborn was one way to put it.

"You got any children, Captain?"

He closed his eyes briefly, inhaling the smoke. That question was one of the reasons he hated small talks. Gold knew he could lie, or brush it aside, but something in him didn't want to. A little honesty wouldn't hurt, would it?

"A son," he answered, managing not to react to the surprise written all over French's face and resisting from riching towards the absent pendant. He took a long drag instead. "He's away." More or less.

"Well then," Moe cleared his throat. "As a parent speaking to a parent, you must understand why I'm worried."

"Mr. French - "

"No, Captain, Let me finish." - He raised his hand, looking at the ex-soldier through the smoke. "I can't say I like any of it. I can't say I understand. But what I can say is that I want my daughter happy. So, are we on the same page here?"

Gold looked to the side, through the doorway that Belle had disappeared earlier. Yes, he had remembered how she had told him how her father had been insistent about her relationship with Gaston, but could he blame him? If he was in Maurice's shoes, wouldn't he act the same? On one side, a young man and a friend of the family while on the other, there had been an old soldier, new to the town and unfamiliar - Moe's choice and opinion weren't as surprising when faced with the facts.

He turned his gaze back towards the other man. "Yes. I think we are."

"Good." They lit another cigarette. "Have you thought about proposing?"

Gold choked on the smoke. How could that be that it was the man, who had looked like he had wanted to escape earlier was the same one as asking those questions?

"I think that this matter is more between Belle and me," he remarked, not wanting to dwell on the subject.

Moe shrugged his shoulders. "I would have given you her mother's ring, but I had pawned it years ago. I was quite - "

"Would you excuse me for a moment?" Gold stood up, putting out the cigarette and gripping his cane tightly. A polite talk he could do, but this conversation was starting to enter areas that he really didn't want to poke.

"Yes, yes, of course."

Judging by how relieved Belle's father looked at the announcement, he was more than happy to let it go.

Gold limped through the doorway, but not finding Belle anywhere near the kitchen he made his way towards the open balcony door. The air was chilly, as adequate for early January, and Gold shivered as a gush of wind blew some of the snowflakes against his face. He cautiously stepped over the threshold, instantly spotting Belle by the railing. She was leaning on her elbows, her cheeks red from the cold, although dressed in a heavy coat - his coat.

"You'll catch a cold if you keep standing there, you know?"

She didn't jump when hearing his voice only slightly turned in his direction, a smile dancing across her lips.

"Care to warm me up, then?"

His eyes softened, and without hesitation, he draped his arm over her shoulder, enjoying the warmth that spread inside of him as Belle snuggled closer, bringing her arms around his middle.

She didn't speak for a while, face buried in Roy's coat, listening to his heartbeat as her cheek rested on his chest. He smelled of tobacco that weirdly didn't match him as her father smoked a different brand, but beneath it, there was that other smell that was so undoubtedly his that it made her feel safe and calm.

"Did my father scared you off?" she mumbled.

"Hmm? No, I don't think so. He... um, he spoke of proposing, though," he added after a moment, hesitant. She could feel his shoulders tensing.

She glanced up, searching his eyes, but he avoided looking at her. She didn't know what to feel. Hope? Fear?

"Roy - "

"Would you like me to?" He interrupted, meeting her gaze. There was something in his eyes that she didn't know how to read. Uncertainty? "To propose, I mean."

"And would you?"

A question for a question. Only fair, considering they both seemed to know the answer.

Roy sighed, looking into the distance.

"Of course, I would. But is it bad that not yet? I- Well, yeah."

Belle couldn't help but smile softly and only after a moment she climbed on her toes and kissed him on the cheek.

"No. How about we both wait a little bit longer, then?"

"I'm sorry, I keep worrying you. You don't deserve that."

"Roy - "

"No. Let me finish," Roy interrupted her for a second time, twisting so he could look her in the eye. "You can't keep doing this to yourself, Belle. When was the last time you went out with Ms Lucas or anyone else?"

Her silence was enough of an answer, so Gold took her chilly hands in his. "I can't love you enough for what you're doing for me, but you need to take care of yourself too. It's enough that one of us is, well, not enough."

By the end, he wasn't looking at her anymore, and Belle rubbed her hand over his cheek to comfort him as best as she could. They were quite a pair.

"You're enough for me."

He turned his face and kissed her palm.

"I love you."

"I love you too, and you're right, but you can't stop me from worrying."

"I worry too, you know?"

She giggled lightly. Yes, quite a pair they were.

"How about a deal?" She asked, taking a step away from him.

"You want to make a deal with me?" He asked, frowning.

"Yep. I will try not to over-worry, and you'll try not to think about yourself as inadequate."

He raised his brow.

"Hard terms, but it seems fair, I admit."

"Then deal it is, captain Gold."

"All right, miss French. A deal is struck." They shock their hands just as a chill went down both of their bodies, making them shiver. "Now, how about we head inside, or your father may wonder what we have gotten into."

Belle giggled then hugged him one last time before taking his hand into hers and tugging him towards the flat. "God forbid, he came looking."

The rest of the dinner went more smoothly, but as Gold returned to his small room, the remark that Belle's father made about his wife's wedding band kept playing over in his head. There was only one pawn shop in Storybrooke. Maybe it was time to make a short visit there.

*

Gary Gaston stood outside the flower shop door for a long time after they had closed after captain Gold.

He didn't know what to do. After he had heard about the accident involving Nottingham, he had hoped the man would be in bad enough shape to do Gary a little favour and die, but it seemed to be a futile hope. Getting his own hands on Gold was continuing to be a problem considering he was hardly ever alone...

Some would think that Gary had forgotten, that he had gotten over the humiliation that was loosing to an older man, but no, he hadn't. Nor had he forgiven.

A lone snowflake fell on the tip of his nose, making him look up to the sky.

Well, he had been inpatient and too sure of himself once. He wouldn't make the same mistake again.

Gary Gaston turned on his heel and marched towards his home.

It didn't matter if Gold suspected him or not - a good hunter could wait as long as needed, and if anything, Gary was a good hunter.

#once upon a time #rumbelle #rumbelle fanfiction #Golden Beauty #AU #Rumplestiltskin #Belle French #my fic #Fic: Until The last Petal Falls

[ktspree13]

daddy kink -- bonus who is the daddy

Daddy kink:no | rather not | i dunno | i guess | sure | yes | FUCK yes | oh god you don’t even know | Haha!  This isn’t a huge kink for me, actually.  Certain authors, I find it suuuuuper sexy, or cute.  But I’m very very particular on this kink.  I love the taking care of the other person aspect of it.  The ownership aspect of it can rub me the wrong way.  I love the sweetness it could engender.  I hate the humiliation that often accompanies it.  RadiatorFromSpace write a series I like.  But I’m often more compelled by the vanilla scenes in it than the daddy kink stuff, lol.  :PUsually, it’s just Thor as daddy for me.  Thor coming in and Loki just all overwhelmed and needing someone to just take care of him...I enjoy that.  Loki as daddy is usually written with a lot of humiliation kink stuff, which I am not into.  So, I could take it or leave it.  Sometimes I really like it, sometimes it’s just meh.  :)  That being said, I’m excited for the sugar daddy Loki/sugar baby Thor fic that Baylen ( @cuddleslutloki ) is cooking up.  >:)

send me a trope (or kink)

[maydei]

garcondesfleurs replied to your post: when u realize the NEW thing you’re writing works...

Don’t expose me to this. I’ve made this mistake. Don’t do this to me

baylen i’m suffering editing six thousand words into present tense to make it fit in my current WIP, why am I like this, why can’t i just use one consistent tense throughout my fics, curse my experimental nature

#garcondesfleurs #luc replies #dude i'm dying it's so much

[cuddleslutloki]

Inside Out and Unwinding

8K explicit Adaarian

Bottom Dorian Pavus

Tenderness

Tender Sex

Men Crying

Crying During Sex

Love Confessions

Rimming

Magic

Sex Magic

Anal Fingering

Healing Sex

Desire Demons (Dragon Age)

Canon Compliant

hello i’m here 6 years late to the fandom

#adaarian #dorian pavus #baylen fic

[cuddleslutloki]

@circecore stop having ideas

The window reflects Loki’s face and reveals his serene expression to Thor’s eye before it can be hidden. Nothing but light years of vacuum and stars in the distance, their glimmering lights flickering with their distant deaths and promises of rebirths that won’t happen until Thor is long dead. Loki could be there to see them, though. Death has an odd way of skipping Loki over and over, leaving him laughing as he dances through the shadows.

Thor prefers him in the light.

He prefers seeing his brother just like this, glorious and valorous. Proud. Thor wants Loki to be proud. All of the things he’s done can’t be erased and Thor won’t pretend otherwise, but he thinks maybe the scales have tipped back toward balance now.

Loki’s eyes find his reflection and he watches the peace on his brother’s face melt to something else. So much softness in those eyes, in that smile. How has he been so blind? How have they?

Thor walks with slow steps, studies the way Loki’s body moves. His brother angles toward him, bids him closer, welcomes him. This is home.

“How was the council meeting?” Loki asks.

Thor gives a thoughtful frown and nods. “We discussed law, mostly. What to change, if anything.”

Loki perks up at that, an eyebrow raised. “Any interesting suggestions?” 

Thor sucks his lips into his mouth and lets them roll back out slowly, considers his words, the way to explain it... how to confess.

He turns and faces Loki, sees his brother’s attention zero in on him. Loki can pick him apart with glances so he’s been careful not to let him have any more than that. Until now, at least. An old, lingering fear still lives inside him, making him itch on the inside as Loki turns him over and over in that flytrap mind.

But the world is dead and the survivors are only a few hundred left so where is the harm in being seen now?

Thor reaches up and rests his hand at the base of Loki’s neck, a thousand thousand touches from childhood into the curse of their adulthood relived. Loki’s brows furrow and he squints, his lips twitch.

He’s warm. Thor forgot how warm his brother is. He strokes Loki’s hairline with his thumb and sets his free hand on Loki’s hip. This he’s never done. 

Loki’s eyes widen and his body goes rigid. Thor holds on tighter and sees a reflection of his own fear in Loki’s eyes. They’ve both been hiding too long.

“It was Kelda who made the suggestion,” Thor says, tone hushed like the stars might hear them.

Loki swallows hard but doesn’t pull away. “Which was?”

“To abolish the laws criminalizing incest,” he answers.

Loki’s shock is clear first, his eyebrows rising and eyes widening, mouth dropping open. But then he tilts his head, frowns, his hands twitch at his sides. 

“Why would she suggest that?” Loki likes to push him. No, Loki loves to push him.

Thor has never seen a test he didn’t want to pass. He brings them closer until their bellies meet and their exhaled breaths mingle as one together.

“Because the populace seems to be under the impression that we’re fucking,” Thor tells him.

Loki clicks his tongue, his hands slide up Thor’s sides, skin brushing against armor until the tips of his fingers are tickling Thor’s arms.

“Actually, brother,” Loki’s eyes flick to his lips, then back up, “I think the populace is under the impression that you’d like to marry me. The incest laws are actually rather specific and I—”

Thor cuts him off with a kiss, messy with Loki in the middle of talking, with neither of them familiar with this kind of embrace, with the pent up energy of denial they’re both too tired to carry anymore. Let it burn with the rest of those gilded lies they were both fed.

Loki grabs either side of his head and drags him close, shakes and whimpers and bites his lip. Thor growls and bites him back. Fear makes Loki sharp. Knives, teeth, nails, words. Anything that can cut. But Thor was raised with him; he’s had Loki’s venom in his veins for so long he isn’t sure if he can live without it now.

The room is so quiet that Thor can hear the kiss break. He nudges Loki’s nose with his own and pulls back, allows himself to be open, to show how ruined and saved he is in this moment.

Thor takes a deep breath and wraps his arms around his brother, his life. “We were both born to be kings.”

Loki frowns and looks away from him, off to the side, toward the floor. “He said that because he meant me to be puppet king of Jotunheimr.”

“I know. But I don’t,” Thor promises, “I will never ask you to be anything you aren’t, Loki. And I will never keep you anywhere you don’t want to be.”

“Are you offering me my freedom, brother? All crimes forgiven in this new Asgard we’re building?” Loki looks him in the eye again, a challenge held in them.

Thor smiles, meets Loki’s need for a fight with the gentle love and patience he knows their mother always hoped he could learn.

“Technically you were pardoned on death, so all I can do now is ask you to stay.” 

Loki licks his lips and for a long, long minute he’s silent and still in Thor’s arms.

Then he sighs and melts into Thor’s body, leans in until their foreheads touch and he’s so close that Thor’s one eye only sees the blur of him.

“I’m still here,” Loki breathes.

Thor closes his eye and thinks that this is enough. If Loki is all he has, that’s enough.

#thorki #thorki fic #thorkiedit #circecore #thunderfrost #baylen fic #this hasn't been edited #it's 2 am #i'm just barely sober #so there's probs mistakes lmao

[cuddleslutloki]

Have you ever considered an AU where Thor revolts against his father, kills him, and takes his uncle Loki as a spoil of war?

okay i've been sitting on this ask but this is so good. i can see loki kind of orchestrating it, too, and when thor takes him as a prisoner he's like ">:~) oh no. how will i live being my nephew's thrall and sex toy? this is horrible ;-) no one can save me"

#thorki #uncle loki #anon #baylen fic #it'd be fun lol

[cuddleslutloki]

older 30-something loki really getting off on letting young strong muscled college guys pump a load in his ass in anonymous hookups, then he meets thor, a 21 year old bro with a thick cock and even thicker arms who makes loki return to work from his lunch break with a slight limp and sticky thighs

so. here’s how i’m gonna play this.

loki teaches theoretical physics

he’s got like a PhD despite being so young bc he graduate hs early, graduated college early, then just kept going to school until he was at a point where he could do something with it all, but that didn’t leave much room for anything else in his life

doesn’t have much family that he cares about or cares about him

doesn’t think he’s lonely but wow he fucking is

so he’ll have occasional hookups that are Bad Ideas bc these are men who attend the university where he teaches and ofc he’s not doing anything wrong per se he’s not roping them into it, they’re never his students or even in his department but! doesn’t make it better!

then thor arrives in one of his classes, thor’s going for his master’s and the way he’s just been constantly in school reminds loki of himself. also thor is smart. thor is like… sweeping the room most of the time bc he thinks so damn quickly that out of every three times loki tries to trick thor it maybe works once after the first few weeks

loki is enamored and of course it’s all professional interest! thor is a very promising student! it’s fine!

until he wakes up after a very intense wet dream and he’s disappointed that it wasn’t about thor 

like, it would’ve been a better dream if it had been about thor

and he stops like. oh. that’s bad. that is inappropriate, even by his fast and loose moral standards

SO he thinks maybe it’ll just take time to work out of his system

he tries not to change his behavior bc thor genuinely is a great student, and oh, look, there’s paperwork on his desk where thor is applying to be his TA

perfect bc if he spends more time around thor he can get used to thor and he’ll find something unattractive about thor

Surely

but first hell is going to have to freeze right the fuck over because every second he spends with thor the more he’s realizing he really, really likes thor

so he’s like “hm. maybe. if i fuck him. i’ll get it out of my system. it’ll be fine”

not quite.

thor’s all for it, he’s entirely enamored with loki and loki barely has to hint before thor is firing on all cylinders and ready to go. their first time is w/ loki bent over his desk and thor grunting and growling in his ear, hastily jerking him off and loki cumming so hard he has to bite his hand to keep quiet

thor fills a condom and loki’s like =\ “hmmm don’t like that” but if they go bareback that requires getting tested which requires having a talk which requires admitting that he has feelings

not gonna happen

except he hates that thor’s cock is wrapped every time they fuck. so he subtly suggests that if thor were inclined to being tested maybe they could go bareback and thor is !!!!!! about it bc of course he is

and the entire time thor isn’t pushing for anything. he’s happy to let loki lead and set the pace, and in front of other people he’s always highly professional.

loki loves him.

then he buries that

then it rips into him and comes back even worse than before.

bc now he’s getting to know thor. they’re talking about thor’s future and what he wants out of life and loki knows he’s not old but goddamn thor is so young

but he’s so smart and so eager and they have late nights where loki has to grade tests and thor grades homework and they’re sitting in loki’s office and it’s quiet and soft

and loki wishes that they were in his apartment instead, sharing this moment over his dinner table

once they go bareback loki is fucking ruined. he wants thor all the time. he doesn’t understand how he can be so horny when he’s in his mid thirties but wow he’s always ready to go when thor’s around

one night they’re grading papers and they get distracted kissing, and he suggests they wrap up and go back to his place and thor shows his first hesitation like “are you sure you want me there?” bc on thor’s end he’s thought this was all casual, y'know

like loki wouldn’t want more bc he’s young and he’s a student, but here loki is saying “come home with me” and loki rolls his eyes and is like “i wouldn’t invite you if i didn’t. do you want to?” and loki doesn’t mean to sound as vulnerable as he is but thor lights up follows loki home

and they fuck fully naked for the first time, in a bed for the first time, and in the middle of everything loki just lets it slip that he loves thor and thor kisses him and kisses him and fucks him even harder and holds loki so close

it’s the most intimate thing loki’s ever experienced and afterward he’s terrified like. did he make a mistake? thor hasn’t said anything back but then thor just quietly says “i thought maybe it was one-sided, but i was going to take whatever you’d give me, loki”

and loki starts crying bc no one has ever valued him. sure they’ve valued what he can offer. they’ve valued his skills and his mind and his accomplishments but loki himself? no. that’s always been extra to carry everything else that could be used, but here’s this incredible, beautiful man who’s going to be a rockstar in their field and he’s saying he was just going to take whatever loki would give like even scraps were good enough

then they talk. really talk, and loki opens up more than he has, even though he’s been more open with thor than with anyone else he’s spoken to in the last ten years

the rest of the papers and tests never end up graded because they spend the rest of the night fucking and talking, with a quick midnight snack wherein thor makes omelettes out of loki’s leftovers and loki nearly proposes on the spot

this ran away from me

#thorki #thunderfrost #baylen fic #anon #college au

[cuddleslutloki]

It's soft, the way they meet. Loki frowns at a book and Thor, absurdly, finds himself so utterly struck. He grabs Loki's hand and smiles when Loki raises a brow in question.

"Thor?" Loki's voice is warm, perfect.

Thor smiles. "Do you love me, Loki?"

The question is strange, he knows, but he has to ask.

"Thor, of course I love you." Loki squints, frowns. Thor loves the little furrow between his brows.

"Kiss me, then," Thor whispers.

Loki rolls his eyes and Thor thinks for a second that Loki will kiss his cheek.

But Loki kisses him on the lips. Loki sighs against his skin and Thor knows now why he lives.

They part and Thor smiles like a young boy. Loki chuckles and continues his reading. But Thor knows. He knows.

They love each other the same way.

#thorki #thunderfrost #baylen fic #it's soff i hope

[cuddleslutloki]

All boys boarding school AU in which Loki/Thor are brothers who room together and everyone in the school thinks they are a little too close but no one really believes they are together, like that... but they are

omg yeah. thor was worried about being obvious, but loki told him most people would prefer to look the other way and pretend it’s not happening

so thor will occasionally hand-feed loki pieces of food. loki will randomly sit in thor’s lap. they’re both just absolute terrors

#thorki #anon #baylen fic

[cuddleslutloki]

gentle touches, a brush of his fingers when lips cannot be used. glancing to each other, coating words in double and triple meanings. loki knows his love is nebulous, that he is difficult. but thor is as steady as the tides. when he leaves he always comes back.

#thorki #thunderfrost #baylen fic #alright night y'all

[cuddleslutloki]

2019 Fic So Far

hey y’all it’s may. i feel like making a little post w/ all the fics i’ve posted so far this year. i did a 2018 year in fic post back in january bc last year i got back into writing in a way i haven’t in years. glad to say that’s continued thus far.

so anyway

Blood That Binds

so i’m. goddamn lucky, and i was able to make friends with the fucking incredible @thunderingraven who wrote creeping ivy which i highly recommend. she allowed me the pleasure of writing this fic for her based on a prompt of hers and Y’ALL I WAS NERVOUS AS FUCK bc i fucking adore raven and her fic ANYWAY i like how this one came out

Cake

i wish i could do the smirking emoji from my keyboard. hey @boltplumart this is, quite literally, for you. which is fucking hilarious bc it was posted on my birthday. me: mm idk if i’ll ever write non con me tagging this fic: y’know technically the somnophilia warrants it

Depth

i literally thought i wasn’t going to write this. i thought that. there’s a 20k word count fucking laughing at me now, isn’t there? this fic idea wouldn’t leave me alone, it demanded to be written. a good idea won’t let you go.

Smart Boy

this fic in the uncle loki collection on ao3 and i’m so proud. this fic is like. objectively fucked up, but intended to be hot about it, y’know? sometimes you just need to eat an entire carton of ice cream and let it be

Fireside

literally the shortest thorki fic i’ve posted to ao3. i hesitate to post things shorter than 1k and this is 1200 words, really just a scene more than anything else. i like the scene as it stands. 

Abject Possession

so this is also in the uncle loki collection lol i’m a repeat offender. i really like how this came out, especially because it started off as something entirely different. i remember writing this and just thinking “hm. i should slow down a bit” and honestly i love what i wrote when i did. 

The Crown of His Hands

wrote this for @shineonloki as a request and it. fucking. fought me. thor and loki wouldn’t stop talking to save my life. i do like it, though. daddy!kink is something i should write more of >:~)

High Winds and Heavy Rain

so. i released like. almost two months of stress into this. it’s super fucked up. 

Axiom

i literally waited until this fic was posted to make this post bc i was like “i need to end this on a light note” lol. so @circecore had a silly idea that was “loki is jafar and thor is jasmine except she actually wants to marry loki” and my brain was like “oh we’re going with this” and now we’ve got 23k of very sweet romance that i really enjoy and i hope you do too

so that’s 2019 so far. according to ao3 i’ve already posted 89k words. so. guess my hopes for a career in writing aren’t super far fetched?

#baylen fic #thorki #thorki fic