88. “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…”
@northisnotup also asked for this one, so I'm tagging them here as well.
(1 2 or make up your own) (ask)
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"What's a Russian wedding like?"
Ilya sighs, carding his fingers into Shane's hair so he can angle his face up and bring their lips together. It's late, and outside the cracked balcony doors, the sea beats gently against the sand.
Ilya is on his honeymoon, which is one of those things that he thought he'd never say. And he's in bed with Shane fucking Hollander, who has the bad taste and poor decision making to be his husband. It's fucking perfect.
"Depends," Ilya says, pressing another kiss to Shane's brow. He can feel his English getting lazier, more languid as the sleepy post-sex haze of paradise starts to settle into his brain. "If you get married in church, it's a whole... movie? Show. Is a show. Alexei's was a week long."
Shane hums softly. "I would marry you for a week."
He's so cute, it makes Ilya's heart ache. "You marry on first day. There's a stupid thing, the groom has to pay a ransom for bride to family. And then you trade rings and get crowns and go on a tour, and then you dance and drink until you cannot anymore."
Shane huffs a gentle laugh, his breath ruffling Ilya's chest hair. "What would you pay for me?"
"You are bride?" Ilya asks, the smile feeling obnoxiously wide on his face.
Shane shrugs and nuzzles his cheek against Ilya's pec, making those impossibly fond feelings in Ilya's chest flare even hotter. He knows how it feels to share Shane's body, and he can;t help but be fucking entranced by Shane acting like he wants to crawl into Ilya's skin in return.
"I could be," Shane says. "You could give my mom your Stanley Cup ring and pretend not to be mad about it."
Ilya can't help the actual giggle that slips out of him. The idea of Yuna wearing the black and yellow diamonds on her finger as she tried to give Ilya Hayden instead of Shane is just so silly, he can't stop himself.
"Yuna cannot have my ring," Ilya says. "She would be offended to have Boston ring. I give yours."
Shane nods before running a hand over Ilya's chest, bringing it up to rest fingers on his lips. Ilya kisses them gently. "Bold of you to assume she didn't take them all the second the parades were over."
"You should get them back," Ilya says, enjoying the way Shane's fingers still feel against his lips as he speaks. "Let me fuck you wearing them. Let me fuck three-time champion until he is stupid."
Shane lifts his hand, peeking up to make sure Ilya can see the ring he is wearing, the one Ilya put there a few days ago.
"I like this one better," he says, turning his head to brush a soft kiss over Ilya's chest.
Ilya reaches to take Shane's hand, pretending to examine the ring closely. "Who give you this?"
It's Shane's turn to giggle. "My husband."
Ilya furrows his brow, doing his best to pout in a sexy way. Which shouldn't be hard, Shane thinks everything he does is sexy. "You are married?"
"Oh, yes," Shane grins, sitting up so he can shift position, tossing a leg over Ilya to sit perched on his hips, the long lines of his thick thighs absolutely tantalizing as they move. "To an incredible man who I love very much."
"Hm," Ilya drops Shane's hand in favor of getting hands on his hips. "Lucky man."
"I am," Shane nods, bending to kiss Ilya, letting his tongue slip into Ilya's mouth, exactly where Ilya wants it pretty much all the time.
When Shane breaks the kiss, he rests his forehead against Ilya's, his smile slow and dopey. "Don’t panic," he whispers. "But I think we might have accidentally gotten married."
Ilya thinks it's the furthest from panic he's ever felt. Married. To Shane David Hollander. Forever. "Oh, no," he whispers back, just to feel Shane start to shake with laughter.
There are no words for the genuine, good natured joy I feel from watching you go from 'idk i probably won't write this' to 'but the idea for it is super kinky and fun and i can't stop thinking about it'
(referring to werewolf!Steve)
Both statements are true! It’s fun as an idea to bounce around, getting more details as it goes along, and also I can admit that after I responded to the last batch of asks last night I thought about Tony getting seriously hurt, like in the classique style of him getting kidnapped and beat up, which has Capwolf on the deadliest rescue and terrifying everyone in his path (I’m pretty sure this already exists but anyway), and after Tony’s rescued and healing, and Steve’s anxious heart no longer feels like it’s going to be choke him to death, he quietly asks Tony if he’d consider becoming a werewolf himself, for the healing factor and overall resilience.
"It’ll be a difficult transition,” Steve tells him, “and far more complicated that what you think. It’ll change the way you view the world. You don’t have to say yes, of course, I’ll respect your decision. But if you died, I’d regret it forever if I didn’t at least offer.”
BUT ANYWAY an indeterminate time later imagine a pair of frisky werewolves frolicking around in the grass nipping at each other.
I don’t have the memory to actually have top 5 fics and im bad at bookmarking but uh? The first things that comes to mind are snakes and the people they bite, roses,roses,roses, and everything by @mothjons X
I want to thank you personally for making that post comparing Laurent Captiveprince to Gen Queensthief because reading The Captive Prince wasn't even on my radar before that, but I devoured the first 4 Queen's Thief novels in 4 days and so I was like 'oh, similar? oh, same?' and I loved it. LOVED IT. AND I found out my boyfriend also loved them! It's been a big win all around and if you still want to discuss Laurent and Gen in an endless game of wits neither can truly win, I am SO here for that
WOW i am so deeply sorry that i lack the kind of object permanence necessary for me to remember your ask continued to exist even after i finished reading it the first time...... HOWEVER it is truly the greatest honor of my life that anyone might read captive prince based on my recommendation! i am so delighted to hear you enjoyed the series!!! since i went from reading capri (many times) to the queen’s thief, i’m wondering what your experience was like going in the opposite direction, from tqt to capri????
Feel free to take this as a prompt for fic or meta but, what do you think about an M'tendere lives au? (Also, sorry for spamming your inbox!)
Nothing to be sorry for at all. This is a lovely idea.
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M’tendere’s thoughts never run slow, not when there wasn’t music involved. And so their first thoughts upon waking are a torrent of analysis: they aren’t in their lab. Not in the Ruby 7. Their chest hurts like hell. They aren’t in a Dark Matters holding cell-- not with that bit of dust in the corners, Dark Matters would never stand for that-- no, this is obviously a civilian vessel, repurposed well but imperfectly, and their chest still hurts so much they could cry.
A door slides open, and a green-haired woman steps through. She is curt. Professional. There’s something to her movements-- one part brutal efficiency and one part crackling energy-- that reminds them of Dark Matters, but not so cold. Not that this woman is warm or friendly by any stretch of the imagination, but M’tendere doesn’t feel like they’ll get frostbite if they get too close.
She grunts. “You’re awake.”
M’tendere means to ask “where am I?”, but their thoughts are racing and their mouth skips the question in favor of one far more important:
“Am I a prisoner?”
The woman’s expression clouds over. There’s a storm raging inside her head, but they can only glimpse the faintest flashes of it behind her eyes.
“You don’t have to stay here any longer than you want,” she says. “But you might want to wait until Dark Matters is off our tail. They tried fucking hard to kill you.”
M’tendere’s thoughts catch on that detail, and for a moment they’re caught in an eddy of guilt and doubt and maybe I deserve to and would have been better and--
“What about the others?” Once again their mouth plunges ahead, further downstream. “Did they make it?”
“They’re fine.” More than anything, she sounds annoyed-- or... disgusted? “Sikuliaq wanted to be here when you woke up, but he got roped into helping clear out your new room.”
M’tendere may not be entirely attached to their new lease on life, but they aren’t about to risk it just yet by pissing off this woman. “That really isn’t necessary. I don’t want to be any trouble.”
“You’re not the trouble.” She’s absolutely seething.
M’tendere tries to find some solid ground to stand on, but their brain is strangely foggy from painkillers and their chest still hurts like hell and how badly were they injured in the first place that they still hurt this much and--
Again their thoughts are interrupted, this time by a familiar voice that chatters almost as fast as their own internal monologue.
“And you’re finally moving in together and it’s so romantic and I just knew--”
They remember the voice a microsecond before another voice says her name:
“Come on, Rita, you know it isn’t like that.”
“But you are moving in together!”
“I mean, are we?” The new voice sounds flustered. “We’re all already on the same ship. Ransom’s just moving across the hall.”
“Into your room!” Rita declares triumphantly.
“Yeah, well, we’re just the most convenient to double up. It’s just so that inventor person has someplace private to sleep.” M’tendere can hear him blushing.
“Sure it is, boss.”
The doctor looks ready to throw someone out of an airlock.
Everything about this situation seems complicated, and messy, and impossibly human.
Modern au that explores the complicated and often messy relationships between people who often make mistakes because they hold their quiet hurts close to chest
Wow, I don't think anyone has ever quite pinned me down so exactly before.
A crack premise played completely straight, turning the trope on its head and adding layers of longing and poetic meaning to it. Like sex pollen slow burn ten chapters until they kiss for the first time and the first 50k is agony
omigod actually how dare you expose me in this way omf what who gave you the riiiiiightttttt
