#i feel brave enough to say | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

The average Tumblr user visits about 67 pages every month.

#i feel brave enough to say

ryssbelle · 2 months

Text

Poppy for N2 au, it took me so long to make her design cuz I didn't really know what I wanted to do only because I feel like her design is pretty perfect.

But then I just thought about fun outfits to give her or outfits that I would find comfortable if I was wearing them and it all came together.

Poppy here is pretty much the same as here movie counterpart, as nothing really changes on her end of things other than having more insight on Branch through his brothers, and through Lief. Shes also a bit more understanding a bit earlier on because of it but it doesnt do much to change her own character arc I would say.

Bonus

Part of Poppys design was based off a design I had made for previous rulers of Troll Village/Tree

Namely Queen Protea who I designed as Poppys grandmother

Named after the Protea flower which part of her design is based off :D

In the context of this Au Protea was the one who conceptualized the tunnels while her son, King Peppy, was the one to follow through after her death

#my art #dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls 3 #trolls au #trolls band together #trolls branch #trolls poppy #trolls oc #trolls oc lief #trolls oc protea #its really hard to mess with poppy at least in the context of this au cuz like i said nothing really changes on her end #whats changed in this au was just stuff on Branchs side of things #Poppy can witness these things but she herself isnt really changed by them #she of course would have more insight on Branchs life through his brothers and the addition of Lief as a character #but idk if that would fully change her approach with him other than what ive displayed #where shed try to relate to branch rather than trying to force him to relate to her #which would then most likely make her more understanding going forward than she was in canon #im still figuring her out #also since im in the tags and nobody really reads this #i feel brave enough to say #that secretly #ive been kind of sort of #posting a fanfic of this au under the name not the only one #on ao3 #and thats where Protea comes from #its not well written in the slightest #but its just for fun and practice so in my mind it doesnt really have to be entirely #but i am having fun with it #so if you see this and check it out please be so very nice to me please

173 notes · View notes

swordsonnet · 7 months

Text

i'm trying not to bitch too much about good omens fan theories on here, because while there are quite a lot that i really don't vibe with for a variety of reasons, i do understand that people have a right to interpret the characters and events however they like, even if their analyses don't appeal to me personally.

but that being said... if you're seriously trying to argue that maggie can't be human because she doesn't drink alcohol/didn't go to parties as a teenager/is [insert common neurodivergent trait here], then i'm begging you to think critically for one second about what you're implying there.

#of course maggie isn't actually canonically neurodivergent but it's not too far-fetched to interpret her through that lens #and i've gotta say seeing people go 'no one does that or talks like that she's so weird she HAS to be a demon'#hm. doesn't feel great to me as an autistic person.#this isn't about a specific person/post it's just something i've seen around a lot lately and i'm very sick of it #i don't think i'm brave enough to maintag this lol #hello bat may i introduce you to hornets' nest

30 notes · View notes

the-drunken-huntsman · 1 year

Note

would you do moodboards for mod characters? i adore ingio and lucien. if youre not familiar with either of them tho thats cool too!!!

Inigo the Brave moodboard

#i've never used lucien and i dont know enough about him to make one i feel #sorry!#i hope this is good though!#fun fact the top left and bottom right pics are both Richard Armitage #which says more about me than i think it does inigo #anyway!#moodboard #inigo the brave #inigo skyrim #asks #anon

81 notes · View notes

notadsmpblog · 2 months

Text

Listen this shit breaks my heart too and I'm 100% willing to drop Wilbur if it's actually him, but the way some of y'all are actively (and very VERY furiously) taking sides about something that is intentionally being kept vague is kind of weird.

I have been through Amino, Wattpad witchhunts, and so much more. But it's so fucking weird how some of you guys are like "There is no doubt it has to be him!" or "There is no doubt it can't be him!" Shelby is keeping this shit vague for a purpose and Wilbur literally hasn't been on his Twitter in months. You guys are on the same level as those weirdos back in 2016 who would speculate about private things between children, stop it.

It's especially weird how you guys are making DEFENSE AND EVIDENCE posts for him. Stop playing lawyer and Sherlock! Just tell people there's evidence pointing to Wilbur if asked why he's involved, link whatever is needed, and stop making your goddamn threads/posts/whatevers!! I know I'm overusing the word weird, but it's the only way I can describe this. You're not helping her by trying to piece together who it is when she probably FEARED THIS HAPPENING, especially if it IS him.

Stop defending Wilbur for your life. Stop fighting Wilbur through the screen for your life. This parasocial shit is getting out of hand, you don't know either of them. Support Shelby.

#Wilbur Soot #I seriously hate making and tagging original posts on this account but it has to be said #I'm a sutvivor of abuse (though not relationship wise) and people speculating had to have been one of my greatest fears #She was brave enough to come out about it and y'all are NOT HELPING!!!!!#// abuse #tw abuse #abuse #Adding on to accentuate a point I made in the post:#It's so disgusting how you guys are trying to act as though Wilbur is confirmed to be an abuser #And how you're such a moral standard for doing so #Cut that shit out!! Because if it is him you're stressing Shelby out and if it isn't you're STILL stressing her out #I'm not even saying this as a big Wilbur stan I'm saying this as a goddamn survivor of abuse #Also before anyone misinterprets: If you feel attacked by me saying 'you guys' you're probably the target audience!

15 notes · View notes

party-gilmore · 3 months

Text

maybe it’s the AuDHD but every time i see that “if i was orpheus i would simply not turn around - yes you would if you really loved her as deeply as he did then you would” post i can help but feel… like…

is there not love in slogging through the doubt because I Understand the Rule? knowing that if I were to indulge in the selfish need to Be Sure i would be sentencing her again? that if Hades has lied or broken his contract i would return again and hold him to it, now with even more leverage given that he’d broken an oath? that if she had fallen and i reached the top, again would i go back however many times it fucking took?

because I know that if I Don’t Look then losing her is possible, but if I Turn Around then losing her is certain? so this time, on my way back up, the enemy to fight isn’t the underworld or death or hades, it’s myself and my doubt and my fear and i am not stronger than it but my love for her is.

and just because the way i feel it is rooted more in logic and reasoning that emotion and adrenaline doesn’t mean it’s any less passionate or strong.

anyways i know it’s a personal take it just feels like it’s… kind of giving us more analytical type lovers the stink eye a bit. “if you really loved her as much-“ then i would’ve followed the one fucking rule in spite of my fear of MAYBE losing her because DEFINITELY losing her is such???? a MUCH bigger fear???? just logically speaking???

but let’s be real you don’t really… SEE a lot of logical love in media. Not romance specific media at least. It’s all rash decisions caught up in the passion making mistakes hurting each other before figuring it all out. And it’s always portrayed as the IDEAL. Like true love is FIRE! True love is EMOTION! True love is you just can’t think straight around each other!!!!

so that’s probably my REAL frustration actually not with the post itself but just how it feels like it drives home this… “if love isn’t making you a little desperate, it’s not really love” narrative.

And I just… MY love is strong and deep and passionate TOO damnit!!!

#idk just something about how that post is written makes me feel…#that like. as someone who’s showing up love is a little more analytical the implication that the only way to love deeply is to love….#i don’t want to say ‘foolishly’ because i know that’s my own biases coming through because it’s hard for me to see the story as #‘Romantic Tragedy’ and more of a ‘Characters Folly’ type story because it doesn’t seem romantic to me at ALL i would be so fucking PISSED i #was Eurydice like. ‘But the tragedy is that he gave in to love and couldn’t help but look’ NO the fucking TRAGEDY is that she was almost OU #and all he had to do was NOT LOOK like if he REALLY loved her like REALLY ACTUALLY LOVED HER then it’s… it’s a 100% chance he loses her if #he looks. like that’s KNOWN. it’s set in stone. and if I was her and i was almost out and he turns to look my last memory of him isn’t #’oh my love how tragically fulfilling you couldn’t stop yourself i am gone to you forever but at least i know your love for me was so stron #that it was your only weakness’ no it would’ve been ‘you… you couldn’t have trusted? you couldn’t have waited? you knowingly sentence me #back to death out of your own selfishness and fear. we were almost free. but your love for me clearly wasn strong enough to make you brave’

10 notes · View notes

bethanydelleman · 2 years

Text

No Adaptation is Brave Enough to Show the Tolerable Scene Right

My small rant about the "tolerable" scene:

“Which do you mean?” and turning round, he looked for a moment at Elizabeth, till catching her eye, he withdrew his own and coldly said, “She is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me; and I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men. You had better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles, for you are wasting your time with me.”

They always have Elizabeth obscured from view. That is not correct. Darcy looks DIRECTLY at Elizabeth, he waits until SHE LOOKS BACK AT HIM and then says, in a tone he must know is audible, that she is ugly. HE KNEW SHE COULD HEAR HIM because he is 28 and he can judge how far sound carries in a room. That is not shy, socially awkward, or introverted, that's just freaking rude.

No adaptation (in my memory) has been brave or honest enough to show what an asshole Darcy was here. Elizabeth did not hear a private comment by mistake, she heard an insult on purpose.

And he also isn't sorry about: "when they next met, he looked at her only to criticise. But no sooner had he made it clear to himself and his friends that she had hardly a good feature in her face, than he began to find it was rendered uncommonly intelligent by the beautiful expression of her dark eyes."

So he later went and told Bingley, Caroline, and Louisa, that Elizabeth was super ugo and had nothing to recommend her. WHAT A CHARMING MAN.

Elizabeth wasn't wrong that he was a jerk, she was wrong to believe Wickham.

Rant over.

#pride and predujice #mr. darcy #elizabeth bennet #not a shyboi #he starts as the male version of Caroline #selfish disdain for the feelings of others #mean girl squad #but yes he has good qualities undernearth #but still I wouldn't be brave enough to say that to someone's face

184 notes · View notes

stilldancewithyou · 10 months

Note

I'm Sorry, but why be team Conrad means that you can't have some grace for Jeremiah? Belly made a mess and it's okay to admit. She kissed Jere three times, asked him for going to the ball. They were hearing towards something. He found out his mom hás cancer and is probably dying the night before and he can have a moment? People act like he has no right to have feelings while excusing Conrad. Belly kissed two brothers in three days. Comparing with Cam's situation makes no sense. Cam mom's isn't dying and he doesn't have years of friendship and complicated feelings with Belly than Jere has. Also, in the begining of the Second book Jeremiah is rightfully mad at Belly, who supposed to be his best friend, for abandoning him while his mother was dying because she (as always) had drama with Contas. It's not about him not linking she was there for Conrad. Also, I hope Jenny drop the ridicolous "cheating" storyline because It was a cheap mechanism to get Belly and Conrad toghether without make them look bad because they had tears to sort out their relationship and Belly had a serious relationship with Conrad's brother. Also, If Jenny wanted keep the cheating storyline she shouldn't have made Jeremiah bisexual and perpetuate a disgusting steryotype. Conrad and Belly should be able to be toghether without destroy Jeremiah character, Jenny just need to be Brave and not take the easy, boring road.

I think you must be new here or you have only read a select few of my posts because I know I have said before that all of the characters deserve empathy and grace. All of the kids are messy and make dumb mistakes and hurt each other, but given what they are all going through, it's understandable. Losing Susannah was hard on all of them. For Jeremiah and Conrad because it's their mother, but also for Steven and Belly, since they also love Susannah and she is a bonus mom/an aunt to them. And it's also even harder to go through all of that at their age AND when it's the first death of someone you love you've ever had to deal with (which it is for all of them). I lost a very close family member (before I ever read the books) and when I tell you I felt all of their pain through all of the books...I feel for these kids, I really do.

It seems like we may be misunderstanding each other a little here...I assume you are responding to the most recent asks I answered and I think you are taking those responses out of context. I was talking specifically about the season 2 trailer and the sneak peek of Belly talking to Jeremiah about her and Conrad. And I will stand by what I said before- I don't think there is any excuse to talk to someone that way (and to yell at her that line about his mom dying. Belly already knew, was also hurting about it, and clearly felt like shit for what she was doing to him). In my personal opinion, you can explain someone's behavior, but nothing excuses it. In the end, we are all responsible for our own actions and the things we say. And yes, I will agree everything Jeremiah was going through at that moment was a lot and he was in pain, and Belly broke his heart on top of everything with Susannah. And that explains why he reacted that way, but it doesn't excuse his behavior. He knew it wasn't right to yell at her like that, but he wanted to make her feel like shit in that moment so he didn't care. Also, I was talking about a specific line She says in the trailer, "I was so focused on being there for Conrad, and I should've been there for you too" which is heard after Jere yells "We hooked up and then you hooked up with my brother!" and while I think his feelings are valid, Conrad also deserved to have Belly be there for him when he really, really needed her, and she shouldn't have to feel bad for that. I could be interpreting this wrong, but the way she said it made it sound like she was talking about when she and Conrad were dating and Susannah was sick, it wasn't that there was drama with him or they were fighting, she was just comforting her boyfriend Conrad and she put all of her energy into Conrad. It's an impossible situation to navigate, and no matter what she did someone would have been hurt. I think also in the 2nd book and season 2, she feels weird talking to Jeremiah after everything because he got all weird and upset and we know in the show he yelled at her that they're no longer friends. Yeah, Belly shouldn't have bounced between the brothers like that and she definitely hurt Jere, but Jere also made his own bed. In the books, she actually rejects Jeremiah in book 1 when he confesses his feelings and then he acts kinda weird and jealous at the end. There this little bit at the very end of book 1 after she kisses Conrad where Belly, Jere and Con are swimming in the pool together and Conrad flirts with Belly and touches her hair (or something along those lines) and Belly sees Jere looking at them all weird and jealous and it makes her feel weird and bad because she knows she's hurting him. It wasn't right that she stopped talking to Jere and didn't give him support when Susannah was dying, but I think she just didn't know if he even wanted to speak to her (it's not like he ever called her) and she felt like he was mad at her (which he is).

I think it's worth mentioning that when Belly chose Jeremiah for the deb ball, Conrad told her she made the right choice even though he was hurt and really wanted it to be him. He also never made her feel bad for choosing Jeremiah in book 2, never at any point said anything to her about her wanting to be with Jeremiah, he never even got angry at her for kissing Jeremiah or for ultimately choosing Jere (and I know people are going to say that was different bc Conrad told Jeremiah he could have her, but in the end it was up to Belly, and she could have picked Conrad, but she didn't) and in the 3rd book he didn't say anything rude or angry to her even when he found out about the engagement, he only got upset at the end when he found out that Jeremiah had cheated on her and she was okay with it (and btw, that's one big reason the cheating thing is important to begin with. it's the thing that makes Conrad admit his feelings). But Jeremiah makes her feel like shit for liking Conrad and wanting to be with him, and then he's a jerk to Conrad (his own brother!) and goes out of his way to rub the fact that Belly picked him in Conrad's face.

I don't think anything I say will change your mind so I won't waste much more energy on explaining this, but the cheating was important and it was basically the center of the book 3 storyline. I LOVED the 3rd book and from the time I first read it I could imagine how well it would play out on screen and the whole insane wedding thing would make such good material for a show. I truly do not understand how people are so against it. It's like a soap opera. And with these actors it will AMAZING. Also Conrad's POV is the best.

I don't understand why everyone is coming at me about the cheating thing. Idk what y'all want me to say or why you're all so mad about it, I literally do not get it. I'm sorry I want the show to follow the books I guess? I didn't think that was such a crazy outlandish thing to say. I also would strongly advise you to enjoy season 2 and then take all the time between s2 and when s3 comes out to prepare yourselves, because the show is already following the books so closely that I feel pretty confident saying s3 will follow the books as well, Jeremiah will probably "cheat" and then propose to Belly and we will get to see them planning the wedding all summer with help from Taylor and Belly's new college friends. Also please remember that I didn't write the book.

#tsitp #tsitp season 2 #tsitp s2 #it's not summer without you #the summer i turned pretty #belly conklin #jeremiah fisher #belly x jeremiah #ask #idk what to say #i'm starting to think there is a large part of this fandom that never actually read the 3rd book but act like they've read them all #and that's why it seems like no one is understanding this #pls stop attacking me. attack jenny han. she wrote the book not me #i wasn't going to answer this one but i feel like I needed to say this. also I admire this person for being brave enough send this off anon

18 notes · View notes

suntails · 6 months

Note

I hereby grant you ten thousand tickets to be as upset as you need to be!! What's going on is awful, and you don't deserve to be delt this. Do whatever you need to in order to get through, and we'll be here whenever you're ready ♥︎

thank u anon ;;; im not used to getting rly sad abt stuff so its been tough to convince myself that im not like,, an annoying bummer the past few days. trying hard to take actions to improve my own life for some control and crossing my fingies i can start climbing back up again <3

#ask #anon #things dont happen where only one thing goes wrong in life. if life is on a downswing it pulls out all the stops #just gotta be brave enough to keep going #and goddammit ill be fuckgn brave. i feel a decent amt better today and havent cried at all so im counting this as a win #genuinely convinced that getting out of the medical bill spurred this turn towards feeling a bit better today like im so dead serious #who knew i could sound pathetic and young on the phone and say im unemployed and theyd take like 800 bucks off the bill. who knew

9 notes · View notes

haledamage · 11 months

Text

A cure I know that soothes the soul

started as a prompt fill for @queen-scribbles for the prompt “a kiss on the corner of the mouth, hoping for more but expecting nothing”, but it went completely off of the rails and onto the dining table so I decided to post it separately even though it technically fits the prompt. the new prompt fill is proving to be just as lengthy but not quite as smutty. also tagging @agentnatesewell since you asked me to 💖

Kira/Nate, almost 3400 words, sometime vaguely near the end or just after book 3, at the very least after they’ve both confessed how they feel. nsfw, due to explicit sexual situations and also due to improper use of antique furniture

---

Kira awoke with a gasp, fear and adrenaline continuing to race through her even as the remnants of her dream fell away and she started to recognise her surroundings.

She was in her bedroom at the Warehouse.

Safe.

Alone.

It was still well before sunrise, no light creeping in around the edges of her thick, dark curtains.

The details of the dream were already fading by the time she sat up in bed, but the fear lingered, raking sharp claws down her spine. With it came the prickly feeling of being watched, no matter how many times she glanced at the room’s shadowed corners to assure herself no one was there.

The unease still didn’t fade as she untangled the blankets from around her legs. Or when she found her phone, knocked from the nightstand to the floor at some point in the night (it cheerfully announced the time to be 3:35AM). Or after slipping into the en suite to splash some water on her face at the sink.

Out of ideas, Kira crept out into the hall, moving as quietly as possible in the direction of the kitchen and, hopefully, a cup of tea to help calm her nerves.

She slowed her approach when she saw the light already on, hesitating in the hall.

Maybe the library would be a better choice. She was still too on edge to be good company right now, and she didn’t want to unload her baggage onto whichever unsuspecting vampire had beaten her here.

As if summoned by her decision to sneak away, Nate’s face appeared in the kitchen doorway.

“Kira?” He gave her a surprised but welcoming smile. “Is everything all right?”

Some of her anxiety faded at the sound of his voice, enough for her to manage a small smile in return. “I’m fine,” she said reflexively. She took a deep breath and tried again, the truth this time. “I had a bad dream, that’s all. Just trying to clear my head.”

His brow furrowed with a worried frown, and he took a step toward her before stopping, uncertainty overtaking his concern as he pulled back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She shook her head, but closed some of the distance between them, a silent offer to meet him halfway. “I don’t actually remember it. I just remember… something watching me. Or chasing me?” She shook her head again, crossing her arms to stifle a shudder. “I can’t seem to shake it off.”

Nate moved closer, though he still stopped a little outside arm’s reach and held out a hand. Making it clear that he was leaving the decision up to her; proving that he’d been listening.

“Come here, ya rouhi,” he whispered, a request, almost a plea.

Kira didn’t need to be asked twice. She crossed what space still remained immediately, bypassing the extended hand to instead wrap her arms around him. With a chuckle tinged with relief, Nate returned the hug, and she melted into the warmth of his embrace.

“What can I do?” he asked, kissing the top of her head, her temple, her cheek. “What do you need?”

“Just you, love.”

They stood there like that for a long time, the hallway quiet and dark except for the light peeking through the kitchen doorway. Slowly, Kira’s heart rate returned to normal, the prickly uneasy feeling fading enough that she could ignore it.

Eventually, Nate pulled away, just enough to see her face. He brushed her hair out of her eyes before settling his hand against her cheek. “Feel better?”

“Much better.” She let her eyes drift closed as she leaned into his touch. “Thank you.”

“Trust me, it’s my pleasure.” He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “You should get some more sleep.”

It wasn’t a question, but it felt like one. He was leaving the choice in her hands whether she went back to bed or stayed there with him.

It was the easiest choice she’d had to make in months. “Can I stay here for a while? I don’t want to be alone right now.”

There was a brief, weighty pause. And then Nate’s body language changed, his touch shifting from comforting to purposeful, his hand sliding from her cheek down to her neck. His thumb slowly caressed the edge of her jaw, gentle, unhurried, maddening.

His voice changed too, dropping lower into something sultry and sinful. “Perhaps we just need to get your mind off of it.”

“Oh?” Kira tried to feign innocence, but the flush spreading over her face gave her away. “And how do you intend to do that?”

His lips brushed her cheek, just at the corner of her mouth, pulling back as she turned her head to try and kiss him properly. “I could make you some tea.”

“Tea. Of course. That sounds…” she licked her lips, fighting not to smile as his eyes darkened in response, “soothing.”

He repeated the motion on her other cheek, lips barely brushing her skin. “Or we could find you a book to read.”

She threaded her fingers into his hair and leaned up on tip-toe to close some of the height difference. “Sure. Reading can certainly be a… stimulating distraction.”

His arm tightened around her waist, helping her balance while also pressing their bodies flush together. “Or…”

Kira didn’t know if Nate intended to finish that sentence, but she didn’t wait to find out. “Nate,” she whispered against his lips. “Give me something else to think about.”

The words were barely out of her mouth before he was kissing her, slow and intense and already with an edge of urgency. Like he was starving for it, for her, like with each press and drag of his lips he was trying to make up for every minute he’d spent not kissing her--including the three hundred years before they’d met.

She opened for him eagerly, meeting his hunger with her own, swallowing his groan as the kiss deepened. They stumbled in the vague direction of the kitchen, both of them unwilling to untangle enough to watch where they’re going. They missed the doorway, but Nate’s back hit the wall next to it and that was good enough.

Kira dragged her mouth away from his to trail kisses down his neck instead. Her fingers were clumsy on the buttons of his shirt, too much need and not enough grace. “Maybe we should take this somewhere more private. In case the others wake up.”

In an unexpected display of impatience, he took over the task of unbuttoning his shirt, getting it undone and open in a flash of superhuman dexterity. He breathed out a gratified moan when her hands grazed his bare skin.

Task completed, one of his hands tangled in her hair, guiding her lips back to his, though he continued to try to speak between kisses. “They are all out on patrol. They won’t be back for hours.”

“Okay--” Kira started to reply, but her words were lost in a yelp as she was suddenly lifted from the ground. Her legs wrapped automatically around his waist without waiting for any input from her brain--which was good, because it appeared to have short-circuited entirely.

Nate looked up at her with a pleased grin that would’ve looked cocky on anyone else. “But perhaps it would be best to have a door between us and them. Just in case.”

She just nodded, not trusting her voice, clinging to his shoulders a little harder than necessary.

His grin sharpened to a sultry smirk. “Is something wrong, Kira?”

“Nope,” she answered, too quickly, blush darkening her face from the reminder that he could read her reaction so easily. “I knew you were strong, I just hadn’t considered what… other applications that could have.”

That wasn’t true, and they both knew it.

“And now?”

“Now, I’m considering. Intently.” Her hands found their way inside his open shirt again, exploring every inch of skin they could reach.

They didn’t do much better watching where they were going this time either, too wrapped up in each other, but somehow managed not to trip over anything. Nate carried her effortlessly, holding her with only one arm as he closed the kitchen door behind them with the other. It was still far from “private,” but Kira was having trouble caring about much beyond the lips on her skin and the arms around her and the hard length she could feel pressed between her thighs.

Eventually, they made it to Nate’s intended destination, and Kira let out a breathless laugh as he set her down carefully on the dining table. “You’ve been thinking about this since that comment I made at Tina’s, haven’t you?”

“Oh, my sweet Kira…” the way he said her name made her shiver; so did the look in his eyes, “I’ve been thinking about this since I bought the table.”

Her eyes slammed shut as that knowledge hit its target, along with all the implications that came with it. “Fuck.”

For once, Nate didn’t wince at her swearing. He just chuckled, low and smooth and clearly very pleased with himself.

Since his arms were now unoccupied, his hands instead found their way under her shirt, skimming purposefully up her sides and over her ribs, rucking the fabric up as he went. “Perhaps I should tell you the thoughts I’ve had about the sofas in the library as well.”

Tempting as it was, she shook that thought off--though she had no doubt she would remember this next time she had research to do. “I’d like that. Later.” She pressed her palm to the front of his jeans, dragging her hand over the hard swell of his cock. “Right now, I’d rather you just fuck me.”

Nate’s head fell back, eyes fluttering closed, jaw clenching around the low rumble of a growl that Kira could feel more than hear. He stayed that way, seemingly lost in sensation for the moment, barely moving beyond the restless stuttering of his hips as she mapped the shape of him through the thick denim.

“You are so bloody beautiful like this,” she murmured, releasing him just long enough to undo his belt and pull down his zipper so she could free him from his jeans. “I would almost think I’m still dreaming, but my dreams are never this lovely.”

He shushed her, pressing his thumb to her lips, the rest of his hand curling almost possessively around the curve of her jaw. “No more talk about dreams. We’re here to--” a sharp gasp escaped him as she took him in hand, “--to get your mind off of that.”

A smirk grew across her lips, widening as Nate traced the curve of it. “Oh, is that the only reason we’re doing this? How generous of you.”

“I would do anything for you,” he vowed without hesitation, followed by a groan as her tongue darted out to lick the tip of his thumb. He watched the motion with rapt attention. “But I won’t pretend my intentions were entirely altruistic.”

She turned her head to kiss his palm, then the inside of his wrist. “Good. You could stand to be a little selfish.”

There was something wild in his eyes when they met hers again. Untethered. But also fragile, like he could shatter if she touched him the right way.

Kira decided to risk it anyway. Without breaking eye contact, she leaned down and licked a broad stripe along the underside of his cock.

He swore under his breath, the language not one she recognized but the sentiment behind it clear enough. It was such a lovely reaction that she did it again, slower, savoring the taste of him as well as the sounds he made.

The angle made it difficult to do much more than tease him, but Nate clearly didn’t mind, praise falling from his lips in a mix of languages as if it was a struggle to hold on to any of them for long. She could identify some of them, and heard her name interspersed throughout, muttered like a prayer between endearments, ya rouhi, cariad, zhizn moya, mon cœur, beloved.

It wasn’t long before he’s tugging at her with shaking hands, the words “Kira” and “wait” exhaled on a shuddering sigh. She stopped immediately, leaning back to give him room to catch his breath--but instead of doing so he just followed her, claiming her lips in a bruising kiss, pressing her down until she was laying on the table again.

“You are exquisite.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, followed by another at the edge of her jaw. “You make me feel…” He trailed off, as if none of the words he had were sufficient. She knew the feeling.

His lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear, a shaky sigh escaping him as she arched her neck to give him better access, baring her throat to him.

“One of these days,” he said in a voice like rolling thunder - deep, exhilarating, a promise of things to come, “I’m going to get you somewhere I can take my time with you.”

Before she could respond, he was moving down, nipping at her collarbone and the crook of her neck. His hands were as restless as his lips, grabbing and caressing and kneading but never staying in one place for long, as if he was trying to touch her everywhere at once.

“Somewhere I can spend hours exploring you.” His fangs just barely scraped against her skin, a slight sting before he soothed it with a sweep of his tongue. It sent electricity sparking through her, setting her alight. “I want to learn every way you like to be touched. Every sound you make.”

Long, elegant fingers traced up the inside of her thigh and past the hem of her sleep shorts - Kira had never been so grateful to the summer heat for convincing her not to wear long pants - pushing them aside along with her underwear to delve into her slick folds.

She whined, high and helpless and shaped vaguely like his name, and Nate echoed it with a broken groan. His lips found their way back to hers, kissing her with the same torturously slow rhythm of his fingers, licking into her mouth as he pressed into her.

“I wish I had the patience for it tonight,” he breathed between kisses, “but you are irresistible.” He pulled his hand away, swallowing her whimper of protest. “I will do my best to make it up to you next time.”

It was a struggle for Kira to find her voice. Desire simmered under her skin like a living thing, burning away all semblance of thought or language until all she had left was “Nate, please.”

Those were the only words she needed. As soon as they were out of her mouth, Nate was lining himself up and pushing into her, slow and relentless, until their hips were flush against each other.

She groaned at the delicious stretch as he filled her, a shiver coursing through her. The motion made his hips jerk forward, hands clutching hard at her thighs, which in turn made her clench around him. An echo chamber of sensation, bouncing endlessly between them.

“Kira,” Nate pleaded, completely undone and devastatingly beautiful, “I can’t--” He growled between clenched teeth, all his eloquence lost under desire.

Kira knew what he was trying to say. She pulled him down to kiss him, all open mouths and tangling tongues. “Don’t hold back,” and then, again, “Nate, please.”

There was nothing tender or gentle about the way they moved together, both of them too far gone, desperate and driven.

Nate only barely stayed within the bounds of human ability, thrusts just a touch faster than a mortal man could manage, grip a little too strong, leaving bruises on her hips and thighs that he’d feel guilty about in the morning. Kira didn’t mind them; she just wished her own marks didn’t fade so quickly, that she could leave some visible proof that she wasn’t still dreaming.

The pleasure built quickly, coiling in her belly, growing tighter and tighter with every movement, every thrust and kiss and broken sound. She could already see the end in sight, and she tried to hold herself back, to slow down just a little and savor it, but then he shifted, changing angles and sliding into her just so--

She careened over the edge with barely any warning, and he followed close behind her. They held each other together as they shattered and shook apart.

It could have been minutes or hours later when Kira became aware of her surroundings again. The kitchen was quiet except for their slowing breathing, the sky still dark through the window over the sink. Nate loomed warm and heavy above her, his forehead resting on her chest over the still-racing beat of her heart.

She combed her fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face enough to plant a weak kiss on his temple. That took the last energy she had, and her head fell back on the table with a dull thunk. “You know, I have to say, Victorian carpenters really knew their shit.” She gave the table a fond pat. “Very sturdy construction.”

Nate’s shoulders shook with silent laughter. “I’m sure they’d be happy to know their work is still appreciated.” He lifted his head enough to meet her eyes, expression blissful and adoring. “Though perhaps not quite in the manner it was intended.”

“We’re getting pretty good at using furniture in ways it wasn’t intended.”

He hummed in agreement and appreciation. “More than ‘pretty good,’ I think.” With a groan, he pushed himself off of her and sluggishly got to his feet, offering a hand to help her clamber somewhat-gracefully off the table. “But perhaps we should give it a break and take this elsewhere.”

It wasn’t a question, but it felt like one, and Kira let herself consider it while they put their clothes back to rights and checked to make sure they hadn’t left the kitchen a mess. It wasn’t that she didn’t know the answer; it was that she wasn’t sure she was brave enough to ask it yet.

As if he could sense her hesitation, Nate stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned gratefully into his embrace, sighing contentedly when he kissed her cheek. “I should probably get some more sleep.”

“I agree,” he said neutrally, not giving her any insight into his own thoughts.

She closed her eyes and forced the words out in a whisper he probably wouldn’t have heard if he were human, admitting for the second time that night, “I don’t want to be alone.”

It was harder to say than it had been the first time. ‘Alone’ was what she’d always done best; she wasn’t quite sure who she was without it. Part of her thought it would be safer to just face the nightmares again.

He spun her around so he could kiss her, in equal parts comfort and relief. And then kissed her again, just because he could. “Would you…” he swallowed hard, and it made her feel better to know he was nervous too, “would it be all right if I stayed with you awhile? At least until you fall asleep.”

Kira liked that he made it sound like his idea, asking if he could rather than if she wanted him to. It took some of the pressure off, made her feel a little less vulnerable when she confessed, “I’d like that.” She could feel his smile when he kissed her again. “My room or yours?”

“Mine.” There was a hint of a purr in Nate’s voice, despite what they’d just finished doing. “I’ve wanted to get you in my bed for some time now.”

She laughed, feeling a knot of tension that had been lingering finally begin to unravel. “Then take me to bed, love.”

No sooner than the words were out, he lifted her off the ground once again, chuckling as she yelped in surprise. He carried her down the hall at close-to-human speed.

The bedroom door closed behind them just before the rest of the team returned home.

#rhi writes #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #kira kingston #kira/nate #am I brave enough to put this on ao3? I haven't decided yet #it feels weird to say but writing this helped me figure out a lot about where their relationship stands post-book 3 #but I'm not gonna rant about that in the tags it deserves its own post eventually #this also may be one of my favorite things I've ever written :3 #I love them so much and I want them to be happy #and to have so much sex on so many surfaces that aren't their actual beds lmao #title is from hozier's song 'moment's silence' because it felt appropriate and also because of who I am as a person

19 notes · View notes

Last Seen Blogs

paooooon8

題名未設定

smol-warrior-cats-comics

Look at me comics

postskakaew

Untitled

commercialrealestatemadeeasy

Commercial Real Estate Made Easy

mosslingg

mold