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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year ago

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For the very first time - Chapter 6

[or 5 times the Cap Quartet slept with each other and 1 time they slept all together]

AN: Here we are folks, the smutty finale. A lot of the focus is on Bucky with Sam as they haven't featured together previously, but don't worry, Nat and Steve are still part of the action. Thank you all for coming on this horny journey with me. This chapter is set in an alternate time line where Bucky was de-programmed, got together with Steve and hung out with the other two all the time. Catch up on Chapter 5 here.

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Chapter Summary: A teasing conversation about who’s had sex with who sends Steve into horny mode, and Bucky wouldn’t be the boyfriend he is if he didn’t indulge him. Obviously the fact that Bucky has the hots for both Nat and Sam as well has nothing to do with it.

Chapter Relationships: Steve x Bucky (established) Steve x Nat, Bucky x Sam, Bucky x Sam x Nat, Bucky x Sam x Nat x Steve

Chapter Word count: 3.4k

CW: Teasing, flirting, mild angst, Bucky Barnes recovering, Steve Rogers is a horndog, Group Sex, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (M receiving), Cream Pie, Anal fingering, Anal Sex, Masturbation (M and F), Top Bucky, Bottom Sam, Implied Vers Steve, Implied Vers Bucky, Implied face sitting, Mild D/S between Bucky and Steve.

Steve, Sam, Nat and Bucky - 2017

“So,” Sam drawled out and Bucky rolled his eyes, knowing that his new friend was going to give him some shit. “You were the first one out of us to sleep with Steve and the first one to sleep with Nat. I’m feeling a little left out.” Sam grinned around his bottle of beer, tipping it up to take a long drag and Bucky absolutely did not notice the errant drop that evaded Sam’s lips, rolled down his chin, down his throat to disappear under the open collar of his shirt.

It had taken two years for Steve and his friends to track Bucky down. It didn’t go terribly smoothly, and Bucky had ended up in Wakanda for six months having his brain poked and prodded by the princess of the technologically advanced African Nation, but was so far, so good in the ‘being stable’ department. Now Bucky was back state-side, still working through his trauma, but starting to enjoy life again, now he was free from HYDRA’s programming. Lots of days were still hard - nights as well - but he had his Stevie by his side and two new close friends in the form of Nat and Sam.

He’d remembered Nat, of course. Shuri’s treatment had brought back all of his memories, for better and worse, so he’d easily recalled the young woman he’d had a connection with all those years ago. As the memories had resurfaced he’d felt like an absolute creep, but when he’d tried to apologise to Nat, she’d just shrugged it off.

“You didn’t make me do anything, James. I’d have fought you if I’d wanted to, even if it would have led to my death. I chose to go with you and do what we did. I didn’t have a lot of control over many aspects of my life, but I could at least choose that.” He was glad that Nat didn’t hold anything against him. Out of the three of them, she understood what he’d gone through the most.

Sam had been different. Bucky was not ashamed to admit that he’d bristled against the other man when they’d first met. He’d been jealous of Sam’s position in Steve’s life. Why would Steve need Bucky for friendship, or indeed romance when he could have someone so put-together instead? It hadn’t taken him long though to find out that Sam was not as unaffected by life as Bucky had first thought. They had a friendship based on snark and sarcasm, but there was an underlying affection there, finding common ground in having to deal with the headstrong idiot that was Steven Grant Rogers. It also didn’t hurt, in Bucky’s opinion, that Sam Wilson was unfairly attractive. He had an ease about him, a way of flirting, that actually reminded him of how he’d been when he was younger, before the war. Before everything.

Steve had told him - confessed - that he’d slept with both Nat and Sam and more than once. Steve had pulled his lower lip between his teeth and looked down at his feet as the words had come out, and Bucky had thought it was sweet the way that Steve was worried that this information would upset him. He’d cupped Steve’s face and released that poor lower lip with his thumb.

“Stevie, baby, I’m not upset. Could never be upset with you. I wasn’t here for you and it’s not like I was as pure as the driven snow. What matters is that we’re together again now. Also, I think I slept with Nat.”

They’d had a frank conversation then about everything that had happened and Bucky even admitted that he might be a little jealous of Steve.

He also wondered if by coming back and picking up his relationship with Steve he was denying his partner of other experiences. There was obviously a connection between Steve, Sam and Nat - the banter, flirting and occasional weighted looks were as plain as the arm on his left side, especially so, given how much time they all spent in each other’s company.

Which is what led them to where they were now. They were celebrating another successful mission, winding down in Bucky and Steve’s bedroom with a few beers. He was perched on the edge of the bed, with Steve in the easy chair on one side of the room and Nat in the one on the other. Sam was currently standing. The mood was mellow and somehow the conversation had turned to when and how Bucky and Steve had realised their feelings for each other. That in turn had led to Nat talking about her encounter with Bucky and Sam’s jesting comment about being left out.

Bucky couldn’t help but snark back with his own grin. “You wanna ride, Sammy? Just say the word. I’ll rock your world.”

“Yeah?” Sam answered. “Sounds like big talk to me.”

“That’s not all that’s big,” Bucky retorted with a wink, before turning to Steve. “Hey Stevie, can you control…” He stopped dead as he took in Steve’s expression. His ocean blue eyes were blown wide, his cheeks were pink and his mouth was stuck slightly open. Bucky smirked, realising exactly what had happened.

“Sam. You broke my boyfriend. That there is an A-grade horny Rogers look if ever there was one.” Steve flushed even more and tried to shake himself out of whatever daydream he’d just been in, as Sam took a step closer, bent down and peered into Steve’s face.

“Oh yeah - that mental image got him good, didn’t it?”

“Guys,” Steve whined. “Gimme a break,” but Sam and Bucky just ignored him, continuing to talk to each other as though Steve couldn’t even hear them.

“Well, I don’t blame him, Sam, given how we both look and how we’ve both fucked him into the stratosphere before.”

“Can you imagine what he’d look like if we did fuck and he could see it?”

Bucky turned back to Steve leant forward and gripped his chin. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you Steve? Watching me and Sam go at it?”

Steve nodded eagerly. “‘N’ Nat too. Would be so hot.”

Nat got up from her chair, where she’d been watching the boys interact, with a knowing smirk on her face. She sashayed over and straddled Steve’s lap. Steve looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“Has America’s Golden Boy got some nasty fantasies in his head?”

Steve nodded dumbly again and Nat turned to look up at Bucky and Sam. “Well, I could go for some light relief if you two are game?”

“You know I’m always hot for you, Red,” Sam grinned. “Whaddya say, Barnes? Gonna put your money where your mouth is and rock my world?”

Bucky could feel his own body starting to respond. His mouth was dry and his cock twitched in his pants. This wasn’t ever anything he’d considered, but the more he thought about it, the more it seemed like a good idea.

“Yeah,” he replied as he stood up. “You’re not gonna know what hit you.” He pulled Sam into a rough embrace, his left arm snaking around Sam’s waist and the other cupping his jaw, and kissed him. Sam was only caught by surprise for a second, before he was groaning into the kiss and fisting his hands into Bucky’s shirt.

Nat scootched further onto Steve’s lap, right over the growing bulge in his pants, and brought her mouth to his ear. “You like how they look together, Rogers?”

Steve nodded dumbly. “Uh-huh.” Nat chuckled and ran her fingers through his hair.

“How are you calling it, James? Seems like this is your show.”

Bucky ripped his lips from Sam’s, the pair of them grinning, before he gave Sam a shove that made him fall down onto his and Steve’s bed with a bounce.

“How about you entertain yourself with Stevie while I get Samuel ready?”

Nat gave him a mock salute before pulling her shirt over her head. Bucky and Sam both chuckled as Steve’s attention was drawn from them to Nat’s lace covered breasts that were now only inches from his face. His fingers scrabbled around Nat’s back, working to undo her bra as he kissed her feverishly.

Bucky turned back to Sam, who’d discarded his own shirt and was shucking his pants. For a moment, Bucky was hypnotised by Sam’s firm pecs, licking his lips before drawing his own shirt over his head and falling down onto the bed between Sam’s spread thighs. He could see the outline of Sam’s cock through his briefs and licked his lips.

“Wanna put my mouth on you,” he said, almost without thinking.

Sam’s lips quirked up at one side and he raised an eyebrow. “I’m all yours, Barnes. Do your worst.”

Bucky dropped down, first of all pressing his mouth to Sam’s chest. He felt one of Sam’s hands come tentatively to his hair, before jerking away, so he lifted his head with a reassuring smile. “You can touch back, Sam. It’s okay.” Sam exhaled beneath him and then threaded his fingers into Bucky’s shaggy chestnut locks.

Bucky made his way down Sam’s body, fully exploring the strength of him in a way Bucky had never thought he’d do. His tongue circled each dark nipple before his teeth scraped over the firm muscle. He smiled inside as he felt Sam’s body shiver at the sensation before making his way lower. He traced the outline of Sam’s abdominal muscles and dipped his tongue into his navel. Sam gripped him harder.

His mismatched fingers curled around the top of Sam’s briefs, and Bucky raised his head, looking for Sam’s consent once more before crossing the line between friends and lovers. Sam grinned back and lifted his hips.

A gasp from across the room had them both turning their heads. Nat had turned on Steve’s lap, so she was facing outwards and had an unimpeded view of the bed. Steve’s pants were around his ankles and Nat was now naked, slowly sinking down onto Steve’s cock. Steve’s eyes were closed, no doubt feeling overwhelmed as Nat’s cunt engulfed him, and his hands cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her pebbled nipples.

“Don’t stop on my account, boys,” she teased as she settled herself down and circled her hips. “Just getting more c-comfortable.” Behind her, Steve groaned.

Feeling like he was about to combust, Bucky pulled down on Sam’s briefs and took his first look at Sam’s cock. He couldn’t hold back his own moan. Sam’s cock was thick and cut, and Bucky didn’t hold back the urge to lick over the weeping tip of it. The noise Sam let out was delicious, and Bucky relaxed his jaw, took Sam’s cock into his mouth and made use of the fact that he had an almost non-existent gag reflex.

“Christ!” Sam shouted and his hips stuttered. Bucky pressed them down into the mattress with a firm grip, but it didn’t stop Sam’s legs from shaking and squirming. “No wonder Rogers has always got a smile on his face. Fuck!” Bucky just hummed and swallowed before releasing Sam’s hips to spread his legs wide. He cupped Sam’s balls and pressed his fingers into the patch of skin behind them, drinking in the sounds that Sam let out. However, when Sam began to tremble more, Bucky reluctantly pulled away. Sam probably didn’t have the same short refractory period as him and Steve, and Bucky wanted to draw this out for as long as possible.

As Sam drew in ragged breaths, fighting back his orgasm and also cursing Bucky to hell for leaving him so close, Bucky pushed up from the mattress and got rid of the rest of his clothes. He walked around the bed to get to the drawers, retrieving the lube and pulling out a condom.

“Want me to use this?” he asked Sam.

“Only if you wanna, man. I’m clean.”

Bucky threw the condom back in the drawer with a grin.

As he walked back around the bed, he stopped in front of Nat and Steve. Nat was levering herself up and down on Steve’s cock, using him like her own personal toy as Steve panted into her neck. Bucky dipped his head down and Nat met him part way, kissing him ferociously. This kiss was so different from the ones they’d previously shared, Nat now having the confidence of age and experience that had been missing before. She wasn’t submissive to him, giving back as good as she got, nipping at his lower lip. His cock twitched and he hoped he’d get the chance to fully re-write their previous encounter.

He returned to the bed and placed his hand on Sam’s hip, encouraging him to flip onto his stomach. Sam chuckled and came up onto his knees with a teasing shake of his hips, and Bucky was filled with so much lightness at this whole encounter that he couldn’t help but give Sam’s ass a light spank, which brought out another fit of mirth.

“You ready, Sam?” Bucky asked as he flipped the cap of the lube bottle, squirting some onto the fingers of his right hand.

“Born ready, Cyberman. Come on, fuck me.”

Bucky drizzled some of the lube between Sam’s ass cheeks, letting out a laugh himself when Sam exclaimed at the coldness. He curled over Sam’s back, his lubed fingers pressing against Sam’s hole and placed his mouth close to Sam’s ear. “I promise I’ll get there. You don’t want me to rush this, Doll.”

He circled his fingers around Sam’s tight ring of muscle, feeling it start to relax under his touch, before pushing one finger inside. Sam let out a pleasured sigh and Bucky started to pump his finger, gliding it back and forth until it was moving freely in as far as his last knuckle and back again.

“More,” said Sam. “I need more, Bucky.”

“Yeah,” Bucky breathed into his ear. “You need more of me, Sam?” He added a second, taking his own pleasure from the sight of Sam trembling under his touch. It wasn’t long until he was adding a third and Sam was pushing back on his hand, his chest brushing against the coverlet, his back bowed, like an animal in heat.

Bucky was just about to take the next step, when Nat let out a cry. She trembled on top of Steve, her arms holding onto his neck behind her as he planted his feet and fucked up into her as she came. “Fuck, Steve. Just like that. So good.” Steve grunted against Nat’s shoulder and Bucky could see the white of his cum trickling out from where they were joined, and an idea came to him.

“Natashenka, come here, get under Sam.”

Nat smiled as she regained her breath and Sam blew out a huff. “The fuck, Barnes? If I have a heart attack…”

“Shh, you’re gonna love it, Wilson.”

Nat moved across on shaky legs, climbed onto the mattress, slid under Sam and pulled him into a kiss.

“Stevie!” Bucky’s barked command snapped his boyfriend out of his fuck-drunk stupour. “Come over here and help Sam and Nat.” Bucky kept slowly moving his trio of digits in and out of Sam, but avoided his sweet spot. He wanted to keep Sam near the edge, but not too close. Steve tottered over and wrapped his hand around Sam’s cock, gently guiding him to sink into the depths of Nat’s warm and messy cunt.

“Don’t move, Sam,” Bucky cautioned.

“Not planning on it,” came the muffled response, as Sam pressed his face to Nat’s chest and started to suckle on her tits.

The edge of the mattress dipped as Steve knelt on the floor at the side and leant his arm upon it.

“You gonna watch us close up, Stevie?” There was an affectionate, mocking note to Bucky’s voice and Steve gave him a spaced out look.

“Yeah. Fuck, you’re all so sexy.”

Bucky took hold of his own cock, quickly slicking it up with the lube, before slowly pressing into Sam, which in turn pressed Sam into Nat. The three of them let out their own moans and Steve sighed as he started to fist his own cock at the sight.

Bucky started off slow, rocking into Sam and getting him used to the stretch, before Sam’s body language let him know he could start going a bit harder and faster. He pulled nearly all the way out of the sinful clutch of Sam’s body then slid back in with a firm, measured thrust.

“God, Sam,” he muttered. “You thought you were missing out? I was missing out.” Sam rhythmically tensed his body around Bucky and Bucky decided that he’d had enough of being Mr Nice-Guy. If Sam was going to be a little shit - which showed he’d obviously spent too much time in Steve’s company - then he was going to find out that Bucky could dish it back, just as well.

Bucky sped up, his thrusts making Sam fuck into Nat. When he glanced down he could see that Steve was lavishing attention to Nat’s breasts as well and possibly kissing Sam at the same time. Nat had her hands on each man’s head and was letting out little pants as she rolled her hips in time with Bucky’s, making the most of the way Sam’s cock moved in and out of her.

This was the most erotic encounter Bucky had ever had, and he had no idea how he hadn’t bust a nut yet. His eyes didn’t know where to look - there were too many delectable sights to choose from and he was starting to get dizzy from looking around. Sam’s body tensed around him, the sensations probably building up within his body, so Bucky changed tack again. He re-angled his hips and knew he’d achieved his goal when Sam broke from Nat’s chest and a deep, lascivious groan broke from his throat.

“There we go,” crooned Bucky as he rubbed over Sam’s prostate. “Just enjoy it, Sammy.”

“I am,” Sam let out with a cracked voice. “Fuck. Trust me I am. Ah shit!”

His legs were trembling and Bucky knew that Sam wasn’t going to last much longer so he upped his pace, now concentrating on chasing his own pleasure. Nat had obviously picked up on it as well, because Bucky could see her arm wedged between her and Sam and from the look on her face she was touching herself. Steve and Sam were just kissing each other now as Steve jerked off.

Nat came first - unsurprising since she’d already come once - which then set Sam off. He pulled his mouth from Steve’s and started to curse under his breath as his body spasmed around Bucky. It felt as though he was trying to strangle Bucky’s cock and Bucky didn’t even try to hold back. He cried out, his cock pulsing and filling Sam up. Steve was the last to come, his knees almost giving out and he collapsed face first onto the mattress.

Bucky pulled himself from Sam and rolled to the side, so Sam could get off of Nat. The bed - although made for two super-soldiers - wasn’t made for three adults, so Sam was still squished against him, but Bucky was in no way mad about it.

For a moment no-one said anything, the only sounds those of their collective heavy breathing, until Nat spoke up.

“So,” she asked. “When are we gonna do that again?”

“Well, I don’t know about you,” Bucky said with a smirk as he raised himself up on an elbow to look over Sam’s body at her, “but I was thinking of giving you a special place to sit and then maybe let Steve fuck me once we’ve all caught our breath.”

Steve lifted his hand and gave Bucky a thumbs up and Nat laughed.

“Horn-dogs - the lot of you,” Sam groused, but with no real bite to it.

Nat rolled toward him and booped him on his nose. “You love it, Samuel.”

“Yeah,” he begrudgingly agreed. “I do. And I hate to say it, but Tinman here did rock my world. Maybe next time I can rock his?”

Bucky lightly bit down on Sam’s shoulder. “You’re on, Wilson.”

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#Cap quartet #steve rogers #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #sam wilson #Steve x Bucky x Nat x Sam #barbershop quartet #Cap Quartet smut

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writeronartblock · 2 years ago

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Semi-organized post of Fanfic Ideas I have but can't get around to write it

Enstars/Engirls:

Enstars Takt Op AU

Originally just a Leokasa-centric AU oneshot, a series of fics set in the Takt Op universe where some of the characters are Musicarts and exploring the dynamics between them and their Conductors

Potential Storylines: Knights w/ Leokasa, Ex-Valkryie and Ra*bits, Chiakana, Five Eccentrics

"A Starting Symphony"

Part of the Takt Op AU

(Leokasa) Tells of how Tsukasa and Leo initially meets and how the eventually become a Musicart-Conductor duo

"Fleeting Memories"

Part of the Takt Op AU

(Leokasa) Takes place before A Starting Symphony and tells how Tsukasa and Leo actually met, with a bit of world building in place as well

"One Girl's Suffering is Another Boy's Sorrow"

A Protag centric (Anzu and Tenkousei-kun) introspective/character study fic following the events of Paradise (Engirls), taking place before Enstars' Main Story and a little during it

"Slight Changes of Fates"

A-Side: Persona 5 AU, where instead of Yumenosaki, Anzu transfer into Shujin and becomes part of the Phantom Thieves

B-Side: Detailing many of Tenkousei-kun's misadventures of being a Yumenosaki student

"Youth Emergence"

TetoKasa, a normal highschool AU where these two unlikely people become friends and possibly fall in love with each other

Side Story: TetoHiiKasa ver, where Tetora and Tsukasa competes to win Hiiro's affection (while he's nonthewiser about it)

"Meetings of Miscellany"

A Tsukasa-centric oneshot fic collection set in a vague fantasy-medieval AU about the various forming relationships (often romantic) between him and other people

Characters Involved: Mitsuru, Izumi, Tetora, and Hiiro

"To the You in the Field of Fireflies"

(Izukasa) A Hotarubi no Mori e AU, not much more can be said

"My Eternity, For You"

(Izukasa) A fantasy-esque AU in which Tsukasa is an immortal prince living in a tranquil enchanted garden within the rubble of his old kingdom, and Izumi is a butterfly who wishes to be human

Side Story: "Sleeping Prince" just Izumi fondly musing about his dear beloved prince while he's sleeping peacefully

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Project Sekai:

A Royal Scandal AU, ft. Tsukasa and Saki as "Chelsea" (is going to be toukasa/toyakasa-centric, sorry)

"The Sun's Come Out to Say Hello"

(Akikasa) Featuring Aged-Up characters, a day in the life of Akito and Tsukasa where they're housemates. With explorations of what their futures could be, likely canon divergent

"Under the Streetlight"

(Akikasa) Based off of Tsukasa's Torpe card and Akito's Anniversary card, a vaguely Victorian(?) era AU

"When Our First Love Ends"

(Toyakasa) Oneshot inspired by the vocaloid song "When the First Love Ends" by ryo (supercell) ft. Miku

A Fantasista Squad origin fic with heavy focus on Touya and Tsukasa from their childhood to current times (tho not necessarily romantic)

"The Mechanical Clown Who Dreams of Love"

(Mafukasa) Inspired by "The Dream That a Girl Doll Had" by HitoYama, Robot Toy!Tsukasa / Toy Maker!Mafuyu

"Fashion Gathering" (working title)

A Ruikasa and Mizuena meet up where they discuss about Wondershows' costumes and other stuff

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Genshin Impact:

(Chongyun/Xiao/Hu Tao) A highschool AU in which all three of them are a part of the newly established Occult Research Club and gets into all sorts of shenanigans, courtesy of Hu Tao most of the time

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Persona:

A Persona 5 × Kagerou Project Crossover, where Hibiya and Ren are brothers. Hibiya follows Ren to Tokyo during his probation and unkowingly gets involved in more supernatural bullcrap again (alternatively, Ren gets a bigger support group with the Mekakushi Dan)

SEES Member! P4 Protag AU, where Yuu was in Iwatodai for the events of Persona 3 when he was in his 3rd year of middle school. Heavily suggests BanKita/Protagshipping

Side Story: A rewrite of Persona Q with this AU in mind

#“writer's fanfic ideas”#more to be added #franchises included:#ensemble stars #ensemble girls #project sekai #royal scandal #genshin impact #persona series #persona 5 #kagerou project #persona 3 #persona 4 #persona q

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a-k-a-ruenis · 7 years ago

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of once upon a time

Rating; General

Fandom; Aldnoah.Zero

Relationship; Slaine Troyard / Harklight

Series; Currently Dreaming

Story under the cut!

Alternatively, please click here to read it on my Ao3!

once upon a time, there was a knight.

Harklight was from a poor family. a low class family. a family with no visible wealth or land or gains to speak of. a family who had utterly nothing to give and nothing to receive until their son, Harklight, joined the royal family's service and gained the title of 'knight'.

Harklight made an exceptional knight.

amazing.

gifted.

intelligent and certified.

obedient and loyal.

he was granted the duty of patrolling the forest, the forest where the forest folk lived.

once upon a time, there was a knight, and he found a nymph in the forest.

most of the forest folk hide from humans.

run.

flee.

shy away when they get too close.

some nymphs and dryads even turn into trees or flowers or escape to the rivers and ponds.

others, it would seem, lack that choice.

once upon a time, Harklight found a nymph seated on a small chair of vines and flowers and branches and leaves.

the forest youth is fair, almost painfully fair.

fair hair, fair skin, so pale they look as if they have never seen the light of day before.

Harklight figures they must be a dweller of perhaps a flower, or some tree with light, light bark.

their breathing is slow, irregularly slow and soft and barely audible over the soft chirping and humming and buzzing of the forest.

their hair hangs over their face, fair and strewn with leaves and flowers.

“.. excuse me?” Harklight calls, bending down somewhat to try and meet the nymph's eyes.

they are sound asleep.

eyes shut, chest barely rising and falling..

the tip of Harklight's sword drags quietly against the grass, drags and mixes in with the soft chirping and humming and buzzing, and the nymph's breathing is still barely audible.

“please don't disturb him,” a voice calls, and Harklight immediately straightens himself, turning to meet a pair of violet eyes belonging to a young girl.

another nymph.

“he's sleeping,” the nymph stresses.

“why?” Harklight questions, and his own voice sounds loud in the forest, loud over the chirping and humming and buzzing.

“that's Slaine's job,” the nymph answers, and she gestures to the fair youth, still sound asleep in their chair made of vines and flowers and branches and leaves. “he sleeps and sleeps, and the forest grows and breathes and lives. and everyone else stays awake.”

“that.. doesn't seem..”

“fair? it isn't.”

“this isn't necessary, you know.”

Harklight lifts his head just enough to meet a pair of familiar violet eyes, belonging to the kindly nymph who has been keeping Slaine company.

though she does not divulge her name, she refers to herself as Slaine's 'sister'.

they look far too different to actually be related.

Harklight is unsure if nymphs can even have siblings.

“it's my duty to patrol the forest everyday, so I may as well make an effort to care for its inhabitants,” Harklight offers, kneeling down before the sleeping nymph.

he has made it his job to clear weeds and stray plants away from Slaine's vicinity, taking care not to touch anything that seems to be growing around his chair.

there are many multicoloured flowers around, and butterflies and bees come to spread pollen around, humming and buzzing quietly in the forest. they visit Slaine, too, visit the flowers strewn in his hair and leave bright yellowish pollen matted on the near-white.

it is pretty.

“Slaine appreciates you, you know,” the nymphian girl murmurs, “when he wakes up, I'm sure he'll want to thank you.”

“he'll wake up?” Harklight questions, raising an eyebrow.

“eventually,” she hums, taking a few steps forward to pull some stray branches from Slaine's hair.

they are white and ashen and pale, just like he is.

Harklight gazes at the sleeping nymph for a few moments more.

once upon a time, there was a knight, and a slumbering nymph in the forest, with a sister who took care of him.

Harklight finds himself taking longer and longer breaks in the small grove where Slaine sleeps.

it is quiet.

it is relaxing.

it is peaceful.

and the girl sometimes keeps him company.

Harklight is silent, mostly.

he listens to the sounds of the forest, Slaine's breathing, and Slaine sleeps and sleeps and sleeps in his small chair in the grove.

he starts to wonder when Slaine will wake up.

it starts to get cold outside.

Harklight still has his duties of patrolling the forest and keeping vagabonds out and away from the city of Vers, and rather than wearing the standard armour of a knight during the cold times, he is allowed to wear a lighter, warmer uniform made of leather and wool.

the nymphian girl gives him a small charm, imbued with warmth from the fireflies.

he still visits Slaine everyday.

he sits on the snow and talks to him when the girl is not around – she had mentioned that nymphs are effectively plants, and that they enjoy being talked at when rendered in the state Slaine is currently in.

according to her, he can hear just fine.

Harklight tells him of his duties, of the royal family, his own family, his struggles in a world not quite built for fairness..

and Slaine sleeps and sleeps and listens and breathes so, so softly.

once upon a time, it starts to snow, and Slaine's grove is turned as fair and white as he is.

Harklight's breath catches when he finds not Slaine sitting upon an ashen chair of vines and flowers and branches and leaves, but a nymph with brown hair, a nymph who appears to be just slightly younger than Slaine is.

he turns around to look about the grove, and finds nothing but his own footsteps in the snow, mushy, slushy footsteps in the snow.

the grass is all gone, though there are quite a few flowers, around, purple and blue and white chrysanthemums with yellow middles that make them stand out amongst the white.

“were you expecting me, sir knight?” an unfamiliar voice calls, and Harklight turns back around to find the familiar fair nymph standing behind the one in the chair, resting his hands on their shoulders.

“this is Inaho,” Slaine says, and his eyes are as bright as the veridian pools that surround the city, as shiny and reflective as the pool's surface, “we take turns every now and then. I'm sure you're surprised to find him in my stead. he dislikes the cold, you see..”

Slaine applies some pressure to Inaho's shoulders, gentle pressure, and he releases after a few moments and holds up his palms to reveal what looks like a slight burn against his pale, pale skin. “this keeps him warm. so I'm free to wander during the winter and spring.”

Harklight finds himself staring.

“thank you for taking care of me, sir knight,” Slaine says after a moment, stepping away from Inaho, hands behind his back; flowers and leaves are still strewn in his hair, and his bare feet squish the snow beneath him, forming small, small pools of water. “and thank you for telling me your stories. I don't get to hear very much.. the others usually go about their own day, so.. so, thank you,” he says, and he offers the knight a tiny, grateful smile.

in the winter, the humming and buzzing of the forest is gone, replaced instead by quiet birdsong and low, low chatter from the animals that do not sleep.

“say, Harklight?” Slaine calls, and the knight snaps to attention at the use of his name, “would you like to take a walk? I haven't walked around for a few weeks.”

“of course,” Harklight answers immediately, nodding, and his voice sounds a bit too loud still in the quiet forest, too loud and too high.

Slaine beams.

everything is white, still.

white snow.

white flowers.

white, ashen trees with bare branches and striped bark.

Slaine blends in with it all.

he leaves puddles of water where he walks, melted, slushy snow in his wake, and Harklight takes care not to slip and fall.

the humming and buzzing of the forest is still gone, and the birds have started to sing a bit softer now that it is evening. instead, the forest is sleeping, and only Slaine's soft, soft dripping footsteps and Harklight's breathing fill the air.

Slaine's breathing is still bare.

“sir knight?”

Harklight glances over toward the blond, who is still looking ahead of them, at the fireflies dancing all about the forest.

they shine and shimmer and glow and their light makes it feel a bit less lonely, with all the other nymphs hidden.

“will you come and see me often?” Slaine asks, and he sounds curious, voice soft and gentle and curious.

“of course,” Harklight says again, and he nods a few times, chest warm and light.

lifting his head a bit, Slaine offers the knight another small smile. “thank you.”

once upon a time, there was a forest and knight and a nymph.

the forest is white, still.

white, white, white slushy, shimmering snow everywhere; in the tree boughs, the glistening on the flower's petals, and the white, slushy stuff is slowly, slowly sticking to the earth and becoming proper snow.

still, it melts wherever Slaine's feet touch, and he is currently sitting in a pool of clear water beside the brunet.

“.. I have a question.”

“go ahead,” Slaine says patiently.

Harklight's gaze flickers from Slaine's fair, fair face to Inaho, whose breathing is significantly better than Slaine's is, louder. “how long.. will you be awake?”

“just until the end of springtime,” Slaine answers, and he smiles again, a small, sort of sad smile that does not quite meet his bright, bright eyes.

it does not stick, like the snow does.

“sir knight,” Slaine suddenly says, and he shifts a bit, the water splashing and soaking his near-sheer clothing, “you should go back home. it's getting rather late.”

“.. then I'll come and see you again tomorrow,” Harklight says, and the nymph only nods, remaining seated in his pool of clear water.

he does.

Harklight sees him the next day.

and the day after that.

and the one after that, and again and again, for weeks, then months.

and then, it is March.

Harklight is not quite sure what to say when he finds Slaine sleeping in Inaho's stead.

it is only March.

Slaine still has a few more months.

“were you expecting Slaine?”

the unfamiliar voice is monotone, and when Harklight turns to meet it, he finds the younger, male nymph leaning against a tree, dark, dark eyes devoid of light and the brightness that Slaine has.

“I apologise. something came up, and he had to take my place for today,” the brunet says, and Harklight tries to recall his name –

“Inaho. I've heard about you.”

“.. I see,” Harklight murmurs, gaze shifting back to the slumbering nymph.

Inaho shifts a bit, though his hands are still pressed firmly to the tree's trunk, cheek digging into the bark; he seems hesitant to approach, for whatever reason. “Slaine talks about you. you can have him back tomorrow,” he says, and he says it with a dull, dull edge in his voice.

he is teasing.

“I'll be taking my leave, then. keep Slaine company, knight.”

Harklight decides that this younger nymph is less tolerable than the average person, despite being more formal.

he does 'get' Slaine back.

it is still cool outside, and Harklight realises that their outings do not stray very far from the grove where Inaho now resides.

he wonders if perhaps Inaho did not stray very far, either.

if perhaps they cannot stray very far.

instead of water where Slaine steps, the nymph leaves mud and it sticks to his bare feet.

Harklight has to keep a small distance between them to prevent his heavy boots from falling in and getting stuck. he feels a slight tug in his heart.

it is April.

then it is July.

and soon after that, it is August, and it is time for Slaine to return to his slumber.

“say, sir knight,” Slaine calls, and he gently traces his finger along the curve of his chair, along the chair of vines and flowers and branches and leaves, and it is a bit more colourful now that it is near summertime. the chair and forest is bright and colourful and lively and awake and the fair nymph standing before him is still pale and fair and ashen. “will you still come to see me, once I've fallen back to sleep?”

“of course,” Harklight says, and it feels routine now, to answer in a positive, affirmative way.

it feels kind of familiar.

Slaine smiles a bit as he sits himself down in his chair, and the brightness immediately slips from his eyes, replaced by drowsy, sleepy tiredness. “say, sir knight..” he murmurs, and Harklight kneels down in front of him, meets his eyes just before they shut, “thank you.”

“.. you're welcome, m'lord.”

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