#colt fic

[waiting-for-motivation]

alderaan

summary: On a mission to protect his favorite Senator, Colt realizes how much he loves her.

request: Hi, I ADORE your work! May I request some comforting soft smut with Commander Colt or Gregor? Thank you 🙏🏼 ~ anon

+ Edda, first of all, I'm a huge fan of your work! The feels I get when I read you... Everything you write is really well written and just so beautiful. Anyways, I was wondering if you write for less "popular" clones? If so, may I request a romantic getaway with Commander Colt or Commander Thire? Thank you so much, have a lovely day ~ anon

pairings: Commander Colt x Reader

warnings: fluff, soft smut, clothed sex, fingering

words: 705

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

Rain. Wind. Storms. Kamino means home to every clone, even the terrible weather.

Nevertheless, Commander Colt feels more at peace here on Alderaan. He is laying comfortably on the grass without his armor for once. The sun is shinning on his happy face and the clone feels someone moving closer.

As the Commander moves his gaze towards the Senator, they immediately lock eyes. (Y/n) reaches a hand to caress his scrubby cheek.

To Colt she is perfect. Her soft hair lays on her shoulders and some strands even on the grass, while her eyes shine like the sun above them. But the best is (Y/n)s smile. It makes her look even prettier.

All of this makes Commander Colt lean over and kiss the Senator. Both his hands support him pressed next to (Y/n)s head. His fingertips touch the grass as well as soft strands of her hair. Colt deepens the kiss as (Y/n) moves her hands behind his neck.

Their lips move in sync as the sun sets and paints the whole area in a golden glow. The two lovers only separate when Colt kisses along (Y/n)s neck and to her cleavage. One of his hands wanders to the hem of the Senators dress.

He remembers watching her run through a beautiful field of flowers with that exact same dress. Everything around her was in chaos and war. There was even blood on the flowers. But that moment Colt fell in love with her, even though they were in great danger.

The Commander moves the skirt of the pretty dress to kiss along (Y/n)s soft legs. She giggles but the clone continues to caress her inner thighs with his rough hands and lips, getting closer to where she craves him the most.

Then Colt pulls her panties aside and runs his tongue through her lips. The beautiful sound of (Y/n)s moans fill Colts ears and he smiles. He adds one and then a second finger and presses his free hand to (Y/n)s lower abdomen to keep her still. Soon Colt feels her tighten around his fingers and come undone with a sweet sigh.

When Colt crawls over his love and looks into her glinting eyes, he notices her hair is quite messy. This makes him smile and press a kiss on her forehead. (Y/n) looks up at him like he is god - which is the truth, she adores the Commander.

“Wait one second“, (Y/n) tells the clone as he bends forward to kiss her on the lips. She places her small hands on his chest and pushes him so that he sits on his knees. The Senator leans forward and takes a seat on Colts lap. She crosses her arms behind his neck and kisses him passionately.

Colt moves one hand through (Y/n)s hair, while the other frees his member and pulls her panties aside once again. As (Y/n) leans forward to deepen the kiss, she moves her hips from his to give him space to align his cock with her pussy. Slowly he enters her and both moan in unison.

In that moment they are just a woman and a man loving each other. Nothing matters but the other. All their problems are gone. Here their love is allowed.

(Y/n) moves her hips in circles. Colt bucks his hips from time to time. Soon both reach their high and moan in their shared kiss. For some time they just stay like this - as close as possible.

The Commander is the first to move. He lays (Y/n) gently on the grassy floor, pulling out of her and adjusting his trousers. Then he flattens the Senators dress and lays next to her.

The sun is gone. Darkness fills the landscape of Alderaan. And because the closeness of her favorite clone makes (Y/n) feel safe and sound, she falls asleep. Colt notices it the second soft snores leave her mouth. So he picks her up and carries her to their shared safe house.

“I love you“, whispers the Senator as Colt places her on the huge bed. She cuddles against his arm and wont let go. So the Commander sits on the bed and watches (Y/n) for some time.

“And I love you, cyar‘ika!“

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[choicesarehard]

Okay, Tumblr. I finally caught up on Ride or Die and I’m going all in. I’ve gathered a few of my favorite stories below the cut. Ships are alphabetical, scroll for your favorites. 

Colt x Logan

Come Around — How exactly did Colt convince Logan to go along with the casino job? This sizzling piece by @e-stelamontoya explains. It’s actually criminal how few notes this has, go read it! Not So Different After All — The story that started this ship for me! @walkerismychoice wrote a story so good I played ROD just for context. She takes Logan and Colt’s in book tension and makes it sizzle.

Shifting Gears — This is a deliciously smutty and sweet series by @choiceslife I love that Colt is more experienced and assertive than Logan in this one, and it has all the angst and yearning my little heart desires. (18+)

Prompt: “I’m tired and my bed feels so empty without you here.” - “Please come home, this doesn’t feel right.” — Logan and Colt have their first fight in this non-cannon drabble by @paytonsaunders. Sweet and satisfying. 

Colt x MC

Dancing with Danger — This piece by @walkerduchess explores another way Prom night might have unfolded.  Released before the canon scene, it builds tension beautifully, and culminates in a brutal cliff hanger (don’t worry, there’s a Part 2 already published).

Girl Like Me — I love the way @hufflepvnk writes Colt. She captures his voice flawlessly, and has created a short piece full of tension and passion. Highly recommend.  No Escape — This evocative version of the Prom Scene by @client-327 has no dialogue and yet is brimming with emotion and nuance. It was written before they released the canon scene, and I have to admit I like it better. (18+) Spousal Privilege — If you haven’t been reading @omgjasminesimone‘s ROD stories, you’ve been missing out. This piece is a set a few months after the end of Book One. Colt is in jail, but Ellie may have found a way to get him out. Strangers Again — @flowerpowell explores what might have happened if Colt hadn’t shown up to take MC to prom. A perfect demonstration of how to break a reader’s heart in under 700 words.  Take A Chance on Me — This completed series by @pixelburied was one of the first ROD stories I read, and remains one of my favorites. Tala (the MC) is perfectly written, and it’s impossible not to get caught up in her bet with Colt, and the growing tension between them. Until Next Time — I really struggled to pick just one of @lovehugsandcandy‘s Colt stories. In fact, because she writes exclusively for ROD, I’m going to link her Masterlist. But Until Next Time is just ... stunning. It’s has both one of the most beautifully intimate narratives I’ve seen in Fan Fiction and one of the most passionate love scenes. Absolutely amazing. (18+)

Logan x MC

The Archduke, The Virgin, and the Speed Racer — @lovehugsandcandy‘s only Logan story to date, which is positively criminal. Here, MC’s first time with Logan happens the night of their study session. It’s at turns funny and sweet, with a lingering sense of sadness and regret, given that Logan knows he’s been lying to the girl he loves.

Carburetor Leak — Set after the fight at the drive-in, this beautifully written piece by @hellospunkiebrewster shows us the comfort and unease Logan might feel when someone takes care of him for the first time. It’s heady and angsty and deeply satisfying. I’ve re-read it too many times. In fact, I just re-read it again.

Felicia — This piece by @brightpinkpeppercorn has a glorious plot device I refuse to spoil, but that had me laughing so hard I almost choked on my coffee. But she does much more than humor here — including a bittersweet scene that finally gave me some of the closure I wanted after MC and Logan’s confrontation. 

The Bet — In Chapter Three, if you wager a kiss on the game of pool and lose, Logan takes you outside and kisses you away from the prying eyes of the crew — and the reader. This is what I think happens. (18+)

In the End — This beautiful, ruthless piece by @thefirstcourtesan​ ripped my heart out of my chest. If you love expertly written angst, this is the work for you. Thankfully, the author also wrote a brilliant piece of Logan fluff called Special to mend our broken hearts.  Kiss Prompt — @walkerismychoice’s Logan x MC drabbles are literally the only reason I survive between chapters each week, and I think I love this one best of all. I want this happy future for our poor boy so badly, and this deliciously sexy fluff is exactly what my heart needed between brutal chapters. 

No Matter What — I usually read fan fiction for romantic pairings, but @likethetailofacomet writes a friendship between Logan and MC that is complex and compelling and irresistible. Set after Amber’s fight with her father, this story covers prompts: “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed,” “Here, take my blanket,” and “Hey, hey calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore,” and gives incredible depth to Logan’s character. Also, don’t miss the beautiful anguish that is Scattershield. Sanctuary — @client-327​ has written quite possibly my favorite Ride or Die series to date. It has both incredible tension and tenderness, and you won’t be able to stop reading. I’ve read each part nearly a dozen times already (18+). 

Mona x MC

Kiss Prompt — This drabble by @walkerismychoice is set just before the Casino Job, when emotions (and chemistry) are running high. Short, spicy, and incredibly in character, it left me wanting much more.

Star Crossed — This piece by @parkershawss is silly sweet perfection. An English paper has Ellie convinced she and Mona are Romeo and Juliette, but Mona has other ideas. And Logan’s cameo at the end? I couldn’t stop laughing!

Superstition — An Arabic tattoo on Mona’s wrist is a reminder of the woman who shaped her, and the life she used to know. By yours truly.

Thats the Entire Problem — This is one of my favorite chapters in the Want to Get Out of Here Series by @pcktsprgrl. The crew has noticed the connection between Mona and Ellie — and that Ellie is wearing her jacket — and Logan and Ximena have very different advice. The last lines are especially compelling.

Unwind — This piece by @choices-betch starts as a tender glimpse into the ending Mona and Ellie should have had, and ends with a scorchingly hot scene between the couple. Mona is flawlessly written, and you can feel her struggle to adjust to a new life just as keenly as you can feel her love for Ellie.

Got others? Did I miss your favorite? Reblog or comment below!

[colt-kun]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Kingdom Hearts Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Axel/Roxas, Riku/Sora Characters: Axel, Roxas, Ven, Terra (Kingdom Hearts), Aqua, Kairi, Namine, Riku, Sora Additional Tags: Cosplay, Anime Conventions, Ptsd Ven, Mentioned Past Drug Use, alternative universe, Teenagers texting Summary:

Anime conventions are supposed to be fun. Roxas isn't so sure when he has to make sure the girls actually eat something other than pocky, keep an eye on his panic attack riddled older brother, and is stuck sharing a room with his little brother and his brother's best friend who mutually hates his guts.

[colt-kun]

Weirdest request from a friend to date:

"You should write an awesome Rise of the Guardians crossover... with Nico di Angelo."

So this is a 1 AM rambling of an idea. I will try to clean it up later and see if it's an idea worth chasing after...

*INSERT AWESOME TITLE HERE*

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Nico wasn't sure what actually woke him - the spike in the white noise from the Underworld, or the temperature drop.

His eyes slid open cautiously, scanning for threats before he moved. The cardboard shelter he had hastily thrown together for himself shifted as he sat up. The leather of his bomber jacket and the ragged sleeping bag had done a relatively decent job of keeping the cool nights out as autumn dwindled into darker and darker days. Soon he would have to retreat to warmer places to sleep, but he had thought it wasn't cold enough yet to bother.

Now his breath clouded in the air as he slid from the sleeping bag, spotting something shimmering along the wall he had huddled against for the night. As his hand skimmed the slick surface - Was that ice? This soon? - the buzz of white noise grew louder in a staccato beat.

"Who's there?" Nico asked to the empty air. No answer, but the wind shifted about him a bit. "Okay, I know you're here." Nico glanced about, the cold spot had a distinct source, if he could just find it. "Hey, speak clearer."

"-hear me?" the reply's shocked tone was almost lost in the static.

There.

At the end of the ice trail, a soft shimmer, and with a small push of power - 

A white haired boy appeared from diamond dust, crouched low on the wall with disbelief on his face.

"Of course I can hear you," Nico replied with a scowl. "You woke me up."

"You can hear me!" The boy's face broke into a brilliant smile and he couldn't seem to hold the glee as he bounced on the balls of his feet.

Nico stepped closer to the wall, craning his neck up and frowning. "What were you yelling at me about?"

"Wait, wait-" the boy paused, leaning forward until Nico thought he would topple over. "You can see me too?"

"Of course I can see you," Nico put his hands on his hips, one covering the hilt of his sword just in case. Spirits were all kind of funny, especially the ones that lingered. Nico hoped this one at least knew he was dead.

"You can see me!" The boy jumped down from the wall, a staff clutched in his hand. "You're, you're the first teenager! Maybe more will start seeing me too-"

Okay, maybe the kid didn't know. "Look, if you need... help, I can guide you," Nico started carefully, trying to edge around the hey you're not alive anymore part.

"Me? Help?" The boy looked surprised. "I was helping you!"

"What?"

A pale hand motioned to Nico's hobo shelter. "I mean, you were out here in the cold, and even though you're kind of older I figured I still better wake you up before I got started so you wouldn't freeze to death -"

Nico's fingers tightened on his sword. "What do you mean, get started?"

The boy lifted the staff and pressed the end to the wall. White spirals sprung out cheerfully, growing and coating the bricks. "I'm Jack Frost, I bring winter," he said proudly.

Nico wasn't surprised for more than a few seconds. Really, when you lived with gods and satyrs and nymphs, nothing threw you very long anymore.

"I'm supposed to coat this whole area tonight with an early snowstorm." Jack motioned carelessly out. "But I always like to check for people outside first. Glad I did."

Jack Frost. Nico wanted to snort. Maybe the Easter Bunny would stop by later for tea, too.

They both stood there, awkwardly, before Nico offered. "Well, nice to meet you, Jack. I'm Nico. Nico di Angelo."

Jack reached out his hand, even though Nico hadn't. Nico accepted, and as their fingers slid together he frowned. Something was... off. Jack wasn't dead. Not exactly. He had lingered, but wasn't lost - 

The jolt took them both by surprise. Something shifted, two things came into alignment that never should have met. Nico dropped Jack's hand quickly, as if he could undo this chance meeting. But he could feel the Underworld's power surging, racing forward - 

"Move!" Nico ordered, lunging at the boy. Jack looked surprised and jumped backwards as the shadows twisted about. 

"Pitch," hissed from his pale lips.

Cross him over came the whisper at the edge of Nico's private direct connect to the Underworld. Cross him over. The voice was sly, silk over steel, a thick power surging underneath. Cross him over!

"Let go of him!" Jack was shouting, somewhere, reaching for him - 

"Don't touch me!" Nico yelled in desperation, because something very bad would happen if Jack did - 

Cold hands were on his arm, and the shadows swallowed them both whole.

To be possibly continued if I can come up with anything resembling a plot.

[colt-kun]

Fanfic: Grey

Series: Supernatural Pairings: Dean/Castiel

First Destiel fic, mostly just to test the waters with writing this pairing. I actually started writing this in the hospital on my Ipad, I was so bored. I don't think I like writing Castiel... What have I gotten myself into.

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Compared to the quantity of his years, Dean felt he had more than his fair share of experiences. He had saved the world, multiple times, with little to no thanks mind you, and saved countless lives. Hell, he had died more times than he wanted to bother thinking about. He was weather-beaten, battle-scarred, tempest-tossed and any other purple prose adjectives Sam would read in those stupid thick books of his.

But he had always pulled through, because he was Dean-fucking-Winchester. He was the cocky maverick who never backed down from a challenge and never ran from a fight. As long as he had his brother at his side and his angel in the wings, -ha-, there was nothing he could do.

Except stare at the man in the mirror, parting his hair with his neglected toothbrush dangling from his lips. "God dammit," he cursed.

There was a rustling of unseen feathers from the bedroom. "Dean," came a well worn warning tone.

"You don't work for the big guy anymore, Cas, quit getting offended."

Castiel only huffed as he dragged himself from the bed. Dean often commented that while Castiel didn't actually need to sleep, he had become quite the cuddleslut and took every opportunity to be lazy. It was only meant as a tease, a concept that took Castiel the first few rocky years of their relationship to grasp. Dean always noticed that after he fell asleep with his angel pressed to his side, he woke up with the dishes done, laundry cleaned, apartment picked up, and usually food already made. And Castiel would be curled up against his back again, not minding a sloppy mutual morning hand job and more.

Dean leaned back from the mirror, still raking his fingers through his hair. Castiel came up behind him and removed the toothbrush from his mouth for a mint-flavored kiss that Dean distractedly returned.

"What has you blaspheming this early in the morning." Castiel stood there, arms at his side and watching Dean with a gaze that hadn't lost any intensity through the years. It had also taken a while for Dean to get comfortable with the fact the other man didn't need the usual morning routines like he did. There had been an awkward phase where Dean had to get used to Castiel's curiosity in things like nature calling and morning wood.

Hell, awkward just defined their relationship until it fell into an easy routine that took Dean by surprise.

"A freaking grey hair," Dean spat. "Grey hair! Do you know what this means Cas?"

"That your hair has lost pigmentation through continuous growth over a length of time or due to stressful situations." Dean groaned and added another mental tally to his 'wish Sam never gave Cas books on human physiology as a way to explain sex' list.

"It means I'm old," Dean complained. Castiel remained silent. "I'm going grey and soon I'll be saggy with a wrinkly ass and creaking limbs."

"Noah was several hundred years older than you when he built the ark," Castiel supplied in monotone. Dean turned around to inform Castiel of how not helpful that was when he saw the slight twitch in the corner of Castiel's mouth and gleam of his own slightly-off humor in his eye.

Dean smirked and hoisted Castiel up over his shoulder. "Bet Noah never did this," he muttered.

"Dean," Castiel started in his long-suffering tone before being deposited gracelessly on the bed. "Dean," he repeated as Dean moved to straddle his angel's hips.

"Hmm?" Dean growled possessively into Castiel's neck, seeking the perfect place to sink his teeth in the tender flesh.

"Are you worried about your age affecting your performance?"

Dean could actually feel the mood curl up and die.

"...thanks, Cas." He flung himself onto his side of the bed and crossed his arms over his chest. He wished he had thought to put some stupid pants on when he got up earlier.

"You are upset with me."

"No shit Sherlock."

"I do not believe your skills as a hunter are affected by your current age." Castiel leaned over Dean's side to look at him in the eye. "Bobby Singer continued to be an asset to hunters well past your current age."

Dean half-snorted a laugh. "That's not what I'm worried about, Cas." Castiel waited silently for Dean to continue, and words failed the hunter. "I'm just saying... I'm getting older. You're not."

Finally saying it out loud let Dean acknowledge what he had suspected for a few years. His eyes started to hurt if he read too long, and his stamina was dropping. The lines that used to appear only when he laughed were now permanent residents on his face, and he had trouble making it through the day without enough sleep. And Castiel... was the same. Hell, he never even needed a haircut.

"I know," Castiel replied simply.

Dean flipped over to stare at him fully. "You know?" he echoed.

Castiel moved to rest his chin on his hand on Dean's chest. "When I returned to Earth in Jimmy Novak's form, his soul had departed for heaven," Castiel explained, and Dean tried not to get distracted by the warm air brushing against his chest. "I wasn't in his mortal body anymore, but he had been my vessel for so long I took his image." Castiel actually paused, and Dean realized he was trying to consider how to say the next part. It was strange and endearing to see how many human characteristics Castiel had picked up from him. "I will not age as a human, Dean. Not unless I took another vessel. Do you want me to?"

Dean recognized what Castiel was offering him. He sat up abruptly and pulled Castiel up with him so their bodies were entangled together. "Fuck, no." Dean pressed an insistent kiss to Castiel's lips. "Cas, if this is you, I want you. No more vessels, no taking over some poor sonnova-"

"Dean-"

"-Some poor guy's body just so you can age with me."

"Then what is wrong."

"I'm just wondering if you're going to get bored with me when I'm old!"

Castiel laughed. He actually laughed. The noise was so foreign it took Dean a few seconds to recognize the sound and the emotion behind it, even though it was short-lived.

"I see your soul, Dean, not your body. Your strength and will are what drew me to you in the first place, not how you looked." Dean was oddly touched by that sentiment, as Castiel moved so that his legs were straddled over Dean's hips and he smiled. Fuck, Castiel had picked up too many human behaviors. The once-clueless angel knew exactly how to grind to get Dean's attention. "Your physical appearance is not a matter of concern to me."

"Not a matter of concern?" With a hip buck, Dean threw Castiel off-balance and flipped him over onto the bed. "Not a matter of concern?" he repeated.

"Dean-"

"Cas, you need to learn to quit while you're ahead," Dean snorted, and moved to make some very human noises come from his angel's mouth.