#kilt's snippets

[colorsofcthulhu]

Soap in a shirt my girlfriend actually saw a man wearing at the celtic festival, because he Would

[metalmiez]

A beautiful outfit for a beautiful man ❤️

Sadly, I wasn’t able to watch the BAFTA awards live yesterday 😭 (but gobbled down every snippet that was available online today)

And oh boy, was my for you FLOODED with pictures and videos of David and his GORGEOUS outfits! And of course i had to draw him in his exquisite kilt oufit ❤️‍🔥

(And, of course, i had to make a Crowley version out if it. I couldn’t resist 😆)

[virtie333]

Oscar and skirts

Y'all know I love him in them! So much so I wrote Poe wearing them in one of my fics. I briefly thought about writing something for Oscar's birthday, but since the majority of my Tumblr followers don't read my stuff anyway, I didn't make the effort. However, I will share this snippet from Kinetic (my greatest hit and the story that literally kept me alive in 2022) detailing 'skirt smut'. Call this my Sinful Sunday contribution.

Rey put her hands on his chest, then slid them up to his bare shoulders, running them down his biceps. She could feel him tense up and he stood straight, dropping his arms to grab her elbows. “Rey,” he started. 

“Do you remember when you caught Willow and I laughing yesterday?” she asked, not letting him continue. She let her hands drift down to his abdomen. “Do you know why we were laughing?”

Still frowning, he shook his head. 

“She was telling me why she liked the native clothing,” Rey continued. Reaching for the edge of his skirt, she said softly, “Easy access.” She brought her hands underneath the kilt, easily finding his penis, which was already stiffening rather impressively. She remembered Poe telling her how quickly he became aroused around her. 

He closed his eyes and hissed. “Rey, we shouldn’t.” His grip on her elbows tightened, but he didn’t try and move her away. 

“Why shouldn’t we?” she asked, her voice breathy as she stroked him. “Willow will make sure they give us time.”

He shook his head, opening his eyes to look at her, his expression almost sad. 

Rey brought her face up to his, still stroking his erection; after last night, she knew exactly what he liked. “Who knows when we’ll get a chance to be alone again?” she whispered. “Please?” She kissed him, and he responded instantly. Gently, their lips and tongues danced, soft moans sounding first from one, then the other. Rey felt the now familiar surge of moisture as her body prepared to accept his. 

Poe tightened his grip on her elbows even more and turned her around so that she was up against the desk. She felt it dig against the small of her back and knew that it was too high for what she had in mind. Poe seemed to come to the same conclusion at the same time. “Turn around,” he whispered against her lips. 

She smiled. “Commander, you are obsessed with my backside!” she teased as she did as he asked. 

“I am obsessed with all of your sides,” he responded, whispering into her hair as he pulled up her long skirt. She felt his fingers delve into her wet folds and he groaned, nosing her hair aside so he could kiss her neck. He moved his hips into her and she felt the tip of his cock as he teased her with it. “Such a good girl getting ready for me so fast,” he muttered, and Rey felt a chill slink up her spine at his praise; she would never get tired of hearing it. 

Slowly, inch by inch, he pushed himself into her. Rey moaned, reminded once more how large he was. But he felt so perfect, so right. Once his hips were flush up against her buttocks, he held still for a moment, his hands tight on her waist, his face still buried against her neck, his nose tickling the back of her ear. Then he began to move. 

Rey felt herself leaning over the desk as Poe plunged deep over and over again, his pace getting faster and faster. Her soft cries matched his thrusts, and she reached forward to grip the other side of the desk, bracing herself as their bodies slammed against each other. One of his hands left her hip and reached around her front, his fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves right above where he was sliding in and out of her. She tensed immediately, feeling her body start to fly. 

“I’m not gonna last, Sunshine,” he growled. “I’m taking you with me!” 

Rey nodded, her vision going white as his fingers strummed her to completion. For a moment she panicked; she hoped she didn’t break anything! But then the pleasure overrode her fear and she cried out. 

Poe was hammering into her, his own release imminent, and finally she felt him reach it. The hand that had been toying with her clit came up, and his arm encircled her waist, holding her tightly against him. Breathing hard, they stood still for a moment, but then Poe pulled out of her and gently turned her around, releasing her just enough for their skirts to fall back into place. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he pulled her close, and without question she wrapped her own arms around him, burying her face against his neck. She shuddered, suddenly feeling emotional, and tried to hold back the tears she could feel forming in her eyes; why did this feel like goodbye?

[diazsdimples]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday!

Tagged by @daffi-990 (go read their fantasy AU snippet it's SO GOOD)

We're back with a bit more Kilt Sex Fic today! I'm working on getting this one sorted, mostly because I have a hankering for Buddie sex against a tree, sue me.

Buck immediately drags Eddie across the field, weaving through tartan-clad men and giggling women in his impatience to get to the sign-up area. “I hope you know you’re not going to get me to do any of this” Eddie comments as Buck pulls him around, his grip on Eddie’s fingers almost painfully tight. “Awww Eddie, come on! It’ll be fun!” Buck turns and pouts at Eddie, which admittedly is adorable, but not going to get him anywhere. “What about the hammer toss, huh? You could do that!” Eddie snorts and comes to a halt. “Buck, baby, I am more than content to watch you heft around chunks of wood and fling carpentry tools from afar, but I shall only watch.” “Whyyyy?” Buck whines, tugging at Eddie’s hand with impatience, “We could win things! It would be such a power couple moment!” Buck could definitely win things. His muscles are big and functional and there’s no denying the fact that he’s very good at lifting things (Eddie) and tossing them around (also Eddie), but Eddie’s just not as thrilled by big, manly demonstrations of strength as Buck is. However, Buck’s never going to be satisfied with that response so, thinking on the fly, Eddie comes up with what he deems a reasonable excuse. “Because mi amor, this kilt is very short and if I bend over everyone at this park will get quite an eyeful.” It has the desired effect as Eddie watches Buck’s jaw slowly drop and his gaze drops from Eddie’s face to somewhere between his legs before flickering back upwards. “You – you’re not – are you naked under that?” Eddie smirks, folding his arms across his chest. “Well, when in Rome, right? Look me in the eyes and tell me you’re wearing underwear right now.” Buck isn’t but that’s beside the point, he’s too busy trying not to pitch a tent in his kilt in front of a few hundred people, and based off the way he can feel his heartbeat between his legs, he’s not succeeding.

No pressure tagging @steadfastsaturnsrings @disasterbuckdiaz @hippolotamus (my muse for this fic) @cal-daisies-and-briars @theotherbuckley @callmenewbie @wikiangela @exhuastedpigeon @thewolvesof1998 @watchyourbuck @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @buckbuckgoose @evanbegins @fruitandbubbles @eddie---diaz @rainbow-nerdss @spagheddiediaz @smilingbuckley @bucksbackwardcap @wildlife4life @housewifebuck and anyone else who wants to show off a WIP!

[brenna]

I'm game for another. Thanks, Beardo. Let's go! Great word:

K - Know what I mean? Eerily quiet, no one else around.

I - If she were on a flat surface, she would roll over and unclasp the back of her bikini top under the pretense of tanning her back.

L -  Luckily, he manages to limp to the motel before the car sputters and stalls.

T -  Tell the boss I said ‘fuck you; I want my full severance by the end of the week.’

You are given a word - share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that starts with each letter of that word.

I got LEAD from @adverbian and FUSS from @voluptatiscausa so it looks like I'd better get to it before I have more letters than I know what to do with.

Lily Kelly had left the front desk when he entered. Anthony took a detour past the copying machines, nicked a few sheets from the nearest one’s paper tray, and proceeded to the Computing and Mathematical Sciences room on floor two with only a split-second glance towards the History and Philosophy of Science shelf where he’d stood that time, reading Principia Mathematica.

“Either way, she got it from her uncle in the States, who got it from his cousin once removed, who got it from her yoga student, I believe, who got it from some other person she hadn’t written down. Back up a few steps, and someone got it from a London medium, they say.”

A pot of tea appeared; a white winged mug, and a black one.

“Darling,” he whispered. “Would you have any objections to a… a-an unusual – ingress?”

Fell sent one more message when passing through the ticket gates at Guild Street station that morning, but he was operating on two hours of sleep and concourse coffee by that point and could barely spell, let alone muster the energy to care very much about whether he got a response.

“Unless I’m mistaken, you’ve kept to your little corner of the University since you took up your position. You’re not exactly the type to network across departments.”

Shall I compare thee to a Möbius band? Thou art more queer and harder yet to swallow O pair incongr’us, how dost thou withstand The diff’rences whence thorny puzzles follow?

The opposition by its twist belied: ‘T appears like twain, yet only hath one side.

“Satan’s tits, Bea,” he said. “You couldn’t give a man a warning?”

“What,” she replied blithely, dropping two bright orange grocery bags at his feet, “so you could hide somewhere? Not bloody likely.”

You know I was going to take a chance to post the bloody sonnet, didn't you? Of course I was! Of course you did.

A lot of people have been tagged already, so don't take this as any sort of pressure. Unless you want to play again. Then by all means play again.

@di-42, @addledmongoose, @harlotofupdog, @brenna, @eybefioro

Your word is KILT

[hp-fanfic-archive]

Remus/Sirius Fluff Masterlist | Works With 5-10k Words

find the full masterlist directory here

last updated: 09/17/24 | links last checked: 09/17/24

A Piece of the Aftermath (Series) by Snromance [M, 7k]

Sirius didn't chase after Peter after finding James, Lily and Harry at Godric's Hollow. Instead, he picked up Harry, contacted Remus (as he was out of the country) and moved them out of the magic public's eye. The two of them then attempt to raise Harry to the best of their abilities whilst attempting to deal with the emotional problems that come with trying to raise a kid with no experience, a relationship, and dealing with what part they all played in the death of James and Lily.

*Bubblegum Blues by reachthetree [M, 5k]

Remus actually looks down as she smiles, like a shy teenager in a first kiss scenario, and it gives Sirius deja vu. She’s lived this exact moment before. Only in another life. When Remus lifts the bass, Sirius sees a tattoo on the back of her upper arm, and drops her little notebook on the sticky floor. She’s only known one other person with a tattoo like that. But it can’t be… Can it?

Burns Night by Thistlerose [M, 6k]

Blackmail, kilts, food art, public sex, and poetry. Some national holidays are more fun than others. (This fic is part of the midnight conversations timeline by Thistlerose. I recommend reading this after Midnight Conversations #1, Thicker than Blood, and A Meeting of Strangers.)

*Colours by LuminousGloom [E, 8k]

Today is their anniversary. It’s the first time Sirius has remembered it, since Azkaban. He decides to mark the occasion.

*Connection Concoction by Ineffabilitea [T, 5k]

In which Peter plays a prank which backfires, James's favorite colour is pink, Snape snorts, and Remus and Sirius are immune to feminine wiles. (Follows Snogging Nog and Stripping Solution)

*Empty Houses by bigblackdog [E, 6k]

Remus, I’ve been at Grimmauld all week. I’m not selling it. I went back to look for the letters. I assumed they had been lost but when I was pardoned I learned they sent my things to my mother at Grimmauld. Turns out she didn’t burn them on sight. Found my leather jacket. All our records were broken. And all our letters were safe. The spells I’d put on the box to keep James and Peter out at Hogwarts were still on. I’d forgotten and all my hair felt out when I opened it. (podfic available)

*Flour Babies, or: Remus Lupin, Risk Assessment Co-ordinator and Occasional Voice of Reason by jellybeany [Not Rated, 7k]

“What’s carrying a bag of flour around all day for a term supposed to teach us about parenting, I ask you?” The one where the Marauders have to take care of flour babies - or at least, not completely destroy them. James is trying to impress Lily, Sirius has a problem with his backside, and Remus is, as always, trying not to flunk. And he's dreadfully in love with his best friend.

Lay Your Hands on Me by pansexuall [E, 8k]

In which Sirius really likes trying out new hairstyles over the years and Remus really can't concentrate on much else, to be honest. This fic features reckless and impulsive teenage boys, classic Marauders-style banter, a low-key overdramatic Remus, and falling in love with close friends. Or, alternatively: Three times Remus really wanted to touch Sirius' hair and one time he actually did.

*long live all the magic we made by howisbucky [G, 5k]

in which sirius and remus don’t let dumbledore send harry off to the dursley’s and raise him themselves. “until the end, right pads?” “until the very end, moons.” aka snippets of how the harry potter series should have been.

Make Moony Smile by LadyAmina [T, 5k]

It begins with the innocent intention to Make Moony Smile and spirals into friendship chaos from there. When Remus seems down, James and Peter try their best to cheer him up. Remus has his own agenda.

Matchmakers by Minnow_53 [T, 5k]

James and Lily are determined to get Remus and Sirius together. So Remus and Sirius keep finding themselves alone with each other.

Moonlight On Your Skin by orphan_account [G, 7k]

Sirius visits his brother and gets a tattoo. After watching the process, Remus asks Sirius to design something for him to help cover his scars. Only Sirius can make Remus feel this beautiful. "As they passed by the now-closed bookshop, Sirius stopped Remus and pushed him against the wall. “Do you really like it?” Remus brushed a hand down his torso, feeling the plastic and the raised skin under it. “No. I love it, Sirius. It’s…it’s you. And it’s me. It’s everything.” Sirius’ grin, Remus swore, could light the street if he let it. “You’re so lovely. I can’t get over it, Remus.” (Sequel to Ocean of Fiction Blue)

my eyes adored you by moony_andthe_stars [T, 5k]

“Well that’s bullshit,” he declared, “I bet Moony has plenty of prospects. People would be stupid not to like him.” James and Peter nodded in agreement. “I mean, he’s smart, and witty, and he’s tall!” Sirius continued. “And not to mention, he’s, you know-” Sirius gestured towards Remus and turned in his seat to look at him. Time seemed to slow down for a moment. Remus had his chin propped up in his hand, lazily skimming the text in front of him. The evening light came streaming from the window making Remus glow golden, a halo forming around his curls. His eyebrows were drawn, pulling at the scar that went through his left one. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth and Sirius was suddenly struck by the fact that Remus was- “-bloody gorgeous.” --or-- Sirius is suddenly struck by how beautiful his best friend is

*Of Comets and Counter-Examples by Woldy [T, 5k]

If the past is a foreign country, can travel help to resolve a troubled history? Dumbledore assigns Remus and Sirius a mission to explore three European cities, or perhaps to find each other. (podfic available)

Of Envelope Glue, Twitching, & Two Percent Chances by xxanglophilexx [T, 7k]

At 8:10 am on April 13, 1976, Sirius Black will realize that Remus Lupin fancies him. And if Remus stops twitching and remembers to breathe long enough to have a proper conversation, he may realize something, too. (pdf & e-book files available)

*Out of the Ground by adistantsun [T, 7k]

"This week, Sirius Black heads to Chichester harbour, where the Time Turners are investigating a vanishing island, first spelled in the Early Roman period. Popular nowadays with entomologists and Extreme Hide and Seekers, could there be evidence this swampy backwater was once a thriving commercial port, trading magical wares all over the Mediterranean?" Or, the Time Team AU where Voldemort never existed, the Wizarding world borrows liberally from the Muggle, and everyone loves archaeology!

*Parasitic Plants and Moping Marauders by mrs_jack_turner, myprettycabinet [T, 8k]

Two weeks alone with Remus in the comfort of the Gryffindor Tower and Sirius has decided it’s the perfect time to let Remus in on how he feels about him. Unfortunately, it appears he isn’t the only one with that idea.

real life has no appeal by orphan_account [G, 7k]

In which Remus is Lily's roommate and Sirius, James and Peter break into places.

*Records and Pickup Lines by Frenchpadfoot, PleaseDonateBlood [G, 5k]

Hipster Remus works in a classy records shop in bustling Soho and punk rock Sirius has a late lunch break and needs a record. We all know where this is going.

Sight of the Stars by orphan_account [M, 8k]

Remus Lupin had always been blind, but when presented with the opportunity to have his sight restored through a corneal transplant, he's not sure he wants to go through with it. Sirius reminds him that whatever he chooses, there's nothing that can break them apart.

*That Summer Was Good to Us by MoonCat457 [T, 8k]

Summers in Wales were ideal. Sunny, windy, warm without being sweltering… and the perfect time for Remus and Sirius to explore the feelings they’ve been dancing around for the better part of a year.

The Blood Blistering Brew by Deena [T, 7k]

Sirius is an arrogant berk and Remus is complete pants at Potions. (pdf & e-book files available)

*The Importance of Being Sirius by dogsunderfoot [T, 8k]

Remus Lupin, a simple Literature teacher has to deal with Sirius Black, a History teacher with an unorthodox (and noisy) teaching style.

The Smartest Idiot in Hogwarts by darkestlordsaroon [E, 5k]

Sirius has spent all year being distracted by Remus and trying to deny it. What he'd never imagined was that Remus has been doing the exact same thing.

*There Isn’t a Word for What We’ve Got by mutuisanimis [T, 7k]

Five people who misunderstood Sirius’ relationship with Remus and one two who didn’t. (translation available in Русский (ficbook))

They don't love you like I love you by moonlightgalleon [G, 5k]

Hospital receptionist, Remus Lupin usually invites superheroes as guests for the kids. That is, until he gets the unusual request of inviting villain The Canis.

Textually Yours by Jencala & jlpierre [M, 9k]

4:43 pm: Oi! no making fun of the hair 4:44 pm: i don't seem to recall you complaining when you were fisting it the other night ;-) 4:45 pm: Fuckinf Christ! 4:46 pm: **Fucking. 4:46 pm: *embarrassed face* 4:47 pm: no need to be embarrassed Moonshine. You like what you like 4:48 pm: and you like me and my talented mouth ;-)

*denotes personal favorite

[renmackree]

Snippet Sunday

I was tagged by @dear-massacre for snippet sunday. Have a smidge my Reverse Bang ;)

“Stiles, what are we doing?” Scott asked as he sat down with his own food. 

“Eating soup?”

Scott gave him a look. “I’m serious. We shouldn’t be crashing someone’s celebration.”

“One –” Stiles put the spoon to his mouth, slurping down a large chunk of meat and vegetables with the broth. “– we were invited by the chief of the village to join; it would be rude not to. Two, you were just saying how hungry you were. And Three –”

But Stiles never got to finish three. His eyes instead wandered over to where someone was carrying new firewood over his bare olive-skinned shoulders. Tall, muscular, and the most handsome man Stiles had ever seen in his life, it took everything in Stiles’ power not to gape and point at him. Dark hair tied up in a low ponytail to keep the long locks out of his eyes, thick beard over his chiseled jaw, body hair over his chest and arms like a carpet, and (from what Stiles could tell) wearing nothing but a kilt and shoes.

At first, hunk-lander walked past Stiles and Scott without so much as a glance in their direction, but he then paused and turned to glance over at Stiles with bright green eyes.

“Ye're actually...” His voice was lighter than expected, but the brogue sent a shiver over Stiles’ spine as he spoke. “Ye're here.” The man’s face was a mask of surprise, like he knew exactly who Stiles was and hadn’t expected to see him today– but Stiles didn’t know who he was. Had they met in a different town before?

“Here I am, what are your other two wishes?” Stiles winked at the man, his voice just a bit flirtatious. “I like your kilt.”

He wasn’t bad at flirting, but Lydia called him as subtle as a train. Sometimes it worked in his favor, but most of the time the person didn’t appreciate his type of forward flirting. But it seemed the mysterious man was one of the few who did.

Dark eyebrows quirked up at Stiles' comment and a hint of something flashed behind those green eyes. 

“Derek!” Talia called from the threshold of the house. “Hurry up, lad!”

With a last glance at Stiles (and what Stiles thought was a glimmer of a smile), Derek turned from them and walked toward the house with the pile of firewood. Stiles caught a glimpse of a triskelion tattoo between his taught shoulder blades as he disappeared into the door after the chief. Stiles could feel Scott’s eyes on him now and turned to see his friend’s sly smile.

“Now who’s flirting on a backpacking trip?”

“Shut up.” Stiles rolled his eyes and spooned more of the soup into his mouth. “It’s all a show, right? Might as well have fun with it.”

“Sure,” doubted Scott, but didn’t push any further.

I am low key tagging @heavensenthale; @violetfairydust; @quackquackcey; @keldjinfae; @escharis; @hedwig221b;

And anyone else who wants to do it honestly

[scotianostra]

On 11th March 1911, Sir Fitzroy MacLean, the Scottish soldier, diplomat, politician and author was born.

Another controversial figure to classify as a Scot as he was neither born nor died in the country, but MacLean had Scots blood proudly running through his body,

His father a member of the Scottish landed gentry, was serving in Egypt with the Queen’s Own Cameron Highlanders when Fitzroy was born. The family are descended from the MacLeans of Ardgour, a Sept of the Clan Maclean, whose chiefs have as their historic seat Duart Castle on Mull.

His hero was Bonnie Prince Charlie and he often expressed regret that the most important part of his life was compressed into an 18 month period, when he was sent to Yugoslavia during World War 2 to liaise with Partisan in the country fighting the Nazis.

Before the war MacLean was a diplomat and one of his postings was in the former USSR, it was here through contacts he made, that he is said to have found out about the likelihood of a Nazi-Soviet pact.

In 1939 he was posted back to London but was frustrated that his status as a diplomat ruled him out of fighting in the war he resigned from the Diplomatic Service, to “go into politics” but after tendering his resignation he immediately took a taxi to the nearest recruiting office and enlisted as a Private in the Queen’s Own Cameron Highlanders. He was soon promoted to lance corporal and was commissioned in 1941. He is one of only two privates to make it all the way to the rank of Brigadier during WW2.

Picking up wee snippets of the man from interviews and newspaper articles on him, I like this wee passage from, from an interview;

“To some people, my life might seem one long adventure holiday, blowing up forts in the desert, clandestinely parachuting into guerrilla wars, penetrating forbidden cities deep behind closed frontiers”

Well to some it was a big adventure, the author Ian Fleming is said to have taken inspiration for James Bond from the stories of Fitzroy MacLean, his physical description does somewhat lend itself to the famous character of so many films and books, he was a tall, handsome, broad-browed, imposing, energetic figure, and of course had the Scottish connections.

His daring exploits behind enemy lines were with a fellow Scot, and leader of the newly formed SAS, David Stirling, another anecdote from an article, shows the audacity of what they were doing, this is the stuff of fiction, you would think, but these men were there doing this.

On one occasion, while trying to mine Benghazi harbour, Maclean posed as an Italian officer and, in fluent Italian, roundly berated the sentries for inattention while mounting sentry duty.

Seemingly a man oblivious to danger and with nine lives, Maclean had his only near brush with death after a car crash resulting from Stirling’s reckless style at the wheel. He was unconscious for four days after the crash and later remarked:

“David Stirling’s driving was the most dangerous thing in World War Two!”

Friendly critics dubbed Maclean “the Balkan brigadier”, “the Scarlet Pimpernel” and even (from his penchant for Highland dress) “Lothario in a kilt”.

After the war war and away from politics he ran his own hotel, “The Creggans”, on the shore of Loch Fyne at Strachur. Maclean was a patron of Strachur and District Shinty Club. He collected an extensive library, including a full set of early editions of James Bond novels, which sold in September 2008 for £26,000. He was a well known figure in the area and very well liked by all.

In the later years of Sir Fitzroy’s life, his work included making television documentaries, writing, and commenting on Soviet history. In addition, he and his wife made one of the first mercy missions into the war-torn former Yugoslavia, taking a truck with medical supplies through Bosnia to the island of Korcula, ,with a substantial contribution from the people of Rothesay and Bute. For that Maclean was posthumously awarded the Order of Prince Branimir for the humanitarian aid to Croatia, as well as contributing to international affirmation of Croatia.

For his wartime services he was awarded the French Croix de Guerre, the Soviet Order of Kutuzov, and the Yugoslavian Order of the Partisan Star.

There will be those among you who have your own opinions of whether MacLean should be included as a Scot, for me there is no doubt about it, I may not agree with the mans politics, he was a Tory MP for years, but his pride for Scotland and the Jacobites, and his years spent in Scotland, around Argyll and Bute, his home for over 40 years. He was also very well thought of by all who knew him, including those around Strachur and Strathlachlan on the Cowal peninsula.

Finally just to show the mettle of the man, Maclean died while he was visiting friends in the English village of Hertford having just completed a swim at the age of 85!!!, he was stricken by a heart attack and died instantly, I think he would rather have gone that way rather than faded away.

He was returned to the location of the family home in the village of Strachur, Argyll County and was interred in the cemetery of historic Parish Church there.

[flyinghome-againstthewind]

8. What I like the most about your writing

The emotions! You pace things out and delve into the characters' mindsets so that I'm desperately drawn in as a reader and feeling all the things. Plus you sprinkle in absolute chef's kiss fluffy/domestic/sweet moments.

9. A fic i’m excited for you updating/posting

Obviously I can't wait to see what's next for our Seaside babies, but also that snippet you posted of Soften Every Edge has me very grabby hands 🥺🥺🥺

15. A question I have about one of your fics

I know you're a multi-doc fic prepper, but were any parts of TBBFIY unplanned, or have there been any scenes in Seaside so far that cropped up and surprised you?

🥺🥺🥺 That is high praise, thank you friend! And now that our Seaside babies are at least in a good place to rest (😏) for a bit, I'm eager to spend a little time on Soften Every Edge, and hopefully will have more snippets to share again soon 🥰 I have noticed that it's the more emotional and/or sweet, feelsy moments that I tend to leave room for inspiration to do its thing and that come together late in the process. The most recent example was Jamie and Claire's wedding in Seaside. In outlining, I just had a space saver for it and none of the details worked out, because I knew it would be a civil ceremony and nothing too exciting to write about. I figured I'd get to planning as I got closer to it. Then I had the idea of handfasting on the beach, and so in the back of my mind, I knew that that would be the real wedding, but I didn't spend much time thinking about what the chapter as a whole would look like beyond that. So the kilt scene with Jamie and Fergus entered pretty late in the game as I was trying to structure the chapter and it ended up being one of my favorite moments from the wedding. 🥹 Thanks for the asks/answers, my friend!

[fanfic asks for the askers!]

[labellefleur-sauvage]

I am obsessed with ‘The Highland Fox and The English Rose’ please I have questions:

What inspired you to write this?

Do you know how talented and incredible you are?

Have you seen outlander by chance?

(Spoiler question): In meters, how big is Laid! Lucien? Or are we to find out with Miss Elain?

If you would like….could you share a little snippet of any part of the series? (You can every share deleted scenes—I am in love)

What does your research process look like?

Feel free to answer this ask after the series has ended! Hope you’re doing well! Please forgive my enthusiasm.

First of all, do you know how insanely sweet and amazing you are??

This is such a lovely comment that absolutely made my day!! I love your enthusiasm! I apologize for the delay but I’ve been steadily working on this ask, because I want to give it the attention it deserves.

(More under the cut, including a very brief snippet from the next chapter, because idk how to write succinctly)

Honestly, my only inspiration for this fic was general vibes😂 I’ve been reading a lot of historical romances lately, and in my American mind, Scotland is such a romanticized area of the world that is still recognizable to readers that I thought it would be fun to explore. And selfishly, I thought that Lucien would look hot in a kilt and wanted to write about that.

I’ve seen a few episodes of Outlander, but I’m more familiar with the books (at least the first two or three). I didn’t realize until very recently that maybe SJM based Lucien somewhat off of Outlander’s main man, Jamie Fraser, but I feel very smug for picking up what SJM was throwing down.

Hmm, how big is Lucien (what parts do you mean😏😏??) I imagine him tall but not excessively so—maybe 1.87 or 1.88 meters (around 6’ to 6’1 for the Americans). I headcanon Elain more on the shorter side, so Lucien doesn’t need to be huge to get that size difference we all know and love (unless you meant his dick, in that case Elain will definitely learn sooner rather than later)

My research is never ending. I start with large ideas and concepts (Scotland in the 17-18th centuries, looking over clan maps, etc.) then narrow it down as topics come up (in canon Lucien has a metal eye, but those have never really existed in our world, so when were glass eyes invented and accessible to the public? What did people in the Highlands eat and wear? Were pencils around during this time period, or was everyone writing with ink and quills?) and so on. I don’t have access anymore to Jstor for academic articles so I’m mainly confined to articles and blogs online. For those, I try to look to see if the author lists their sources for the article—if they do, I generally consider it a good enough source. It’s even better if I’m able to find a good primary source, like paintings and pamphlets, to describe something.

All that being said, if something I want to write isn’t quite historically accurate but the vibes are sexy, I’m probably gonna go with whats fun and sexy. I’m doing this for myself and for free and I’m not being graded—who cares if the colors in someone’s kilt isn’t accurate because there’s no native plants that color the people would have used as dye?

Thank you again for your support and enthusiasm and all your lovely comments on my fic! Truly, seeing people get excited over this makes me so happy and is keeping me so motivated!

Finally, a little snippet from the next chapter…

Lucien woke, as he had every morning since the day after his wedding, hard as his dirk.

Sighing, he threw his quilt off his heated body and leaned up on his elbows to stare at his cock, a slight frown as on lips. He had hoped his body would have gotten the hint by now that it wasn't going to have any company other than his hand for a while. Apparently, his little tryst with Elain last night had convinced it otherwise.

He looked over to his window. The window was slightly ajar, and the thin, gauzy curtains framing the glass fluttered softly as the gentle breeze brought the earthy scent of the loch into Lucien’s room. The sun was out with hardly a cloud spoiling the bright blue sky overhead. It was going to be a beautiful day, and he really needed to get out of bed and begin his long list of tasks.

That could wait a few minutes, though.

[jazzythursday]

Snippet from my post-s2 eventual reveal fic, since it’s so so close to being completely finished and I’m sort of losing my mind looking at it after four monthes—ahhh

“You know,” Wylan whispers, in the time between night and day where you can’t tell if it’s late or early. He’s stretched lazily across Jesper’s side, in the bed they now share, apparently, “the moon doesn’t actually have its own light source.”

“No?”

“No, not on its own,” Wylan continues. His chin is tucked into Jesper’s chest, ear pressed over the steady beat of his heart. Wylan feels warm and kept and wanted, and it’s so strange. It’s so strange to be anything other than anxious or lonely. “It reflects the light of the sun back at us. Our perceived brightness of it from here just depends on where the moon is in its orbit around the planet, and our position relative to the sun, but it’s…not. Not really…” he trails off, fiddling with the duvet.

Privately, he thinks it’s an apt metaphor. That he makes a pale moon next to the light of Jesper’s sun. That if you took Jesper and put him somewhere where his smile didn’t reach or Wylan couldn’t hear his laugh, that he’d be just as hateful and unremarkable as always.

Jesper hums against Waylan’s hair. Presses his nose into it. “What else do you have cooking in that big brain of yours, hm?”

Wylan stops himself from cringing, but it’s a near thing. Jesper’s tone is genuine, he knows. Jesper isn’t mocking him. He wouldn’t.

He’s finally starting to accept that Jesper actually likes hearing about all the things Wylan finds interesting. He treats all of Wylan’s facts like precious metal: rare, valuable, desired. It makes Wylan feel emotions he doesn’t know how to name, so he doesn’t.

“Guess.”

“Hmm, something like”—Jesper pitches his voice up and does a crude impression of a posh accent—“My boyfriend is amazing in bed and looks fabulous in a kilt, he’s also unbelievably good with his—”

“Stop!” he snorts, laughs into Jesper’s collarbone. “I don’t sound like that!”

“Maybe not, but does that mean it’s not true?”

“You did look amazing in the kilt,” Wylan concedes. Then, “Boyfriend?”

No idea when I’ll have this posted—hopefully the first chapter will go up in the next few weeks, but until then feel free to yell at me abt it in my ask box if you like

[solrosan]

WIP tagging game

Thank you @rosyfingered-moon for tagging me!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

This one always confuses me, because, um, people have WIP folders? I have fandom folders and in them are all my fics in that fandom, finished, unfinished, abandoned... So Imma divide this by fandom and then just include the ones I still think I might finish.

(Also putting it under the cut, because woops! so many... which leads me to the... not tagging people because yeah...)

The King: Eternal Monarch

Green Cabbage - the Yeong/Seung-ah get-together fic that Viper convinced me to write even though I can't write anything but established relationship

River Verse - aka the fic that got me into kpop

The Lady Noh background fic - aka the fic I went to AO3 to find after I watched the show and that I'm so disappointed in the fandom for not having written

The Canada AU - the JoGon fic where Gon abdicates and they move to Canada

The Guards' POV fic - some who wander through the eyes of Park In-young and Seok Ho-pil

Admiral Jo is an arse - a few more chapters of When (this) Reality Hits

Honorary mention (I have no hope for this but I am 65k deep...)

The Broken Place Extention Pack - a more detailed version of The Broken Place that goes deep into Yeong's life in Taipei

Kingsman

Queensman - seriously, I will finish this series! I have... three? parts left

Ignorance Kills, Kill Ignorance - aka the HIV fic. this is the fic for me in this fandom and I'm really disappointed in myself that I haven't finished it yet

The Kilt Collection - there are like... five more parts I want for this one

Queensman - seriously, I will finish this series! I have... three? parts left

Ignorance Kills, Kill Ignorance - aka the HIV fic. this is the fic for me in this fandom and I'm really disappointed in myself that I haven't finished it yet

The Kilt Collection - there are like... five more parts I want for this one

Mad Dog

Mad Dog Fic - a fic mostly about how easy it is to cross boarders in Europe when you try to find your long lost brother in Germany

Marvel

The femslash fic - this february won't be the february I finish this either...

[beesays]

i would love to know what “my heart is in the highlands” entails!

It’s the second part to my exhibitionist Elucien where they travel the world and [redacted] in semi-public places… it’s been sitting in my WIP folder for months though haha! Here’s a snippet…

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Four hours later, Elain found herself seated at the back of a small pub having to admit that maybe Lucien had been right about the kilt. She certainly couldn’t keep her eyes from trailing up the back of his calves until his legs disappeared beneath the heavy fabric as he leaned against the bar, waiting for their pints.

Perching her chin in her hand, she let her mind wander at the sight. Perhaps she would take advantage of the easy access. Was he even wearing anything under it? That thought had plagued her since his first stupid Loch Ness joke (‘Don’t worry, Elain. If we don’t spot Nessie, I know where you can find another monster…’).

Lucien set a pint down in front of her, the noise startling her back into reality.Her soft blush caused him to raise a brow as he took his seat. “Thanks,” She murmured, taking a long drink from her beer.

“Where’d you go?” Lucien rested his elbows on the table and knocked his knee against hers. Elain looked at him from beneath her lashes to find him smirking at her and her blush deepened. Oh, he knew exactly where she had gone- In fact she wouldn’t be surprised if he’d caught her staring. Not that she wasn’t allowed to but…

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you had a crush on me or something.” He leaned back in his seat, sprawling out like a cat preening under her attention. “How embarrassing.”

“Gross,” Elain snorted, nudging his calf with her foot. Lucien’s kilt shifted up over his knee as the movement pushed his legs open that little bit more. “I’m a married woman. How dare you insinuate such terrible things about me.”

[theriverspath]

Kilt and Curls: Chapter 1 of an 18+ Good Omens Modern Human AU

Full work is rated Explicit. This snippet is Mature. Written for a daily prompt challenge. Prompt: "On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair" from The way you said "I love you."

Note: I'm new to tumblr, and am still figuing out how much spice is ok to post here. To err on the safe side, I've chopped bits out of this snippet and replaced them with a handy [REDACTED] notice.

He could hardly believe what he’d just done. Zirra was the least adventurous person he knew, if the stories his friends told him about their personal lives were true. But here it was, a random Tuesday afternoon, and he had somehow gathered the courage to visit the … discreet little shop near his flat that catered to a certain class of hobbyists he had only seen on the glowing screen of his laptop. Late at night. With his earbuds in so his neighbors wouldn’t hear. And now, he was wearing his single purchase from his visit: a stainless steel [REDACTED]. He had been so excited to try it that he hadn’t even been able to wait until he got home to [REDACTED]. This pub’s men’s room only had a single stall, but it was all the privacy he had needed.

[AN ENTIRE DESCRIPTIVE PARAGRAPH LIVES HERE]

He leaned forward to retrieve his coat from the hook on the back of the door, and the [SPICY FUN THING] shifted with his movement. The [SPICY FUN THING DID A FUN THING]. His knees nearly buckled from the unexpected sensation. He let out a surprised, “ mmph ,” and reached out a hand to steady himself against the stall’s metal wall. It made a thump on contact, and Zirra was glad no one else was in the bathroom to hear. The sound of a stream of liquid hitting porcelain rang out in response to his briefly-lived gratitude.

Crap. Someone’s in here. For some reason, [REDACTED REACTION TO THE SITUATION]. No. Why now? I can’t walk out of the stall like this. And, I certainly can’t walk home. Zirra tried to think of the most boring thing to [STOP THE REDACTED REACTION]. He took a deep breath and began to mentally translate a Middle English court document he had recently been researching. If he could just concentrate on centuries-old land disputes until the other man left, he was pretty sure he could walk back through the pub and down the few blocks to his flat. He continued the deep breathing, willing his entire body to relax. It was working.

To his relief, he heard a sink turn on and hands being washed. He waited for the man to exit, but there was no sound of the door opening. Maybe he just left quietly? I didn’t hear him come in, afterall. He took a chance and reached out to push the stall door open.

Before him stood the most beautiful man Zirra had ever seen.

He leaned against the sink behind him, supporting himself with a hip on the rim. His body was tall, lanky. His face was all carved angles.  A sheer mesh shirt covered his arms and torso, not actually doing the job of concealing anything. An unbuttoned black vest rested over it, doing nothing to hide the line of hair that ran down from his navel to the top of his … was the man wearing a kilt? The red tartan fabric fell to below the man’s knees, carrying Zirra’s eyes to the chunky boots on his feet. The man’s ankles were crossed, one foot over the other, as if he had made himself comfortable while waiting for Zirra to exit the stall. He uncrossed them, and Zirra snapped his back gaze up to the man’s face. Or rather, to his hair.

A riot of fiery curls cascaded over one shoulder. And, the elbow-length mane seemed to be glowing? Zirra realized that the bathroom had a line of little windows high above the sinks. They were slatted, and were cranked open to ventilate the small room. Afternoon sun streamed in at just the right angle to ignite the man’s tresses. Zirra thought he looked like some sort of Pre-Raphaelite rock star. It made his breath catch in his throat and his stomach do a gymnastic-grade flip. He wondered what it would feel like to bury his hands in those curls.

At that thought, Zirra’s breath left his chest in a rush. All that mental translating he’d been doing had been for nothing. [PESKY REACTION HAPPENS AGAIN.] It did not go unnoticed.

The man’s eyes were hidden by a pair of dark glasses. But, the tilt of his head and the sly smile tugging at one side of his mouth told Zirra exactly where he was looking. His gaze didn’t linger there, though. The man lifted his head back to Zirra’s face, and brought up his eyebrows in an inquisitive expression. He raised his chin, gesturing to the empty stall Zirra now blocked with his body. With a jolt, Zirra realized that this vision in plaid was asking for permission to join him.

Read the entire story on AO3.

[diazsdimples]

Fuck It Friday!!!

Tagged by my beloved @disasterbuckdiaz 💙

Kilty Pleasures (aka Kilt Sex Fic) is here!!! Been working on this non stop all day and I'm DELIGHTED to announce it's arrival (why is this lowkey like a birth announcement lmao)

Please enjoy a snippet below!

“Buck,” Eddie gasps as Buck brings his kilt up and tucks it into Eddie’s belt, exposing his ass to the world. Buck leans forward and sinks his teeth into one of the cheeks and Eddie lets out a high-pitched whine, pushing himself backwards into Buck’s face. “So needy,” Buck says huskily, pulling apart Eddie’s cheeks and then he stops, stunned. Because there, where Buck was expecting to see the ghost of Eddie’s hole, is what he recognises as the black, flared base of a buttplug, one Buck’s not even sure he knew existed before today. He must have made a noise, some indication of surprise because Eddie spreads his legs, shaking his ass a little. “You like it?” Buck gulps, running his thumb over the base and pushing it in slightly. “Have you been wearing it this whole time?” “Yeah,” Eddie breathes, pushing himself back into Buck so the plug grinds further inside him. “Been wishing it was you in me instead.” “Fucking hell,” Buck groans and he grips the base of the plug, pulling it out slowly before pushing it back in. Eddie hisses and Buck can see him clenching around the plug as he slowly fucks him with it. Eddie grins himself back into Buck and lets out a high, needy moan.

Continue on AO3

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[sofasoap]

And life goes on.

Pairing: Simon “ Ghost” Riley x f!Reader/OC ( aka "Mini" MacTavish ) + 141 members + OCs ( the children ) Summary:  life and snippets after "Death, Comes easily". or, mainly how Ghost is overprotective of his daughter. Family moments. Warning: Mostly T to M theme. swearing. alcohol. Do I need to warn people about fluff? Just in case they get toothache??? overprotective father warning.

Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic “ “The Favorite MacTavish”  which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background. Thank you so much for leading me the character.

 “masterlist” for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

"Now, your duty as a big brother is to protect your sister from any pests that approaches her today." Soap reminds his nephew as he adjusts his little kilt and sporran. " Don't be like me, I couldn't protect your mother from the biggest pest there was." he sighed. " I am standing RIGHT HERE you know." Ghost growled. Little Johnny, or affectionately known as Tiny, ran towards his dad, twirled around and proudly showing him his formal wear and kilt.

"You look great son." Ghost cracked a smile and patted his head.

" I'm gonna go show Ma!" Tiny ran off like a whirlwind towards the other end of the house. Soap stood up, stretched a bit and straighten his kilt. " Gotta use examples when you teach kids about stuff ye know? Start from young. Plus," walking towards Ghost and did a once-over of his ceremonial uniform and adjusting the medals. " I am doing this for your own good as well, think how many pests will come after Aileen when she grows up?" Ghost stiffens.

" Da," a quiet voice perks up by the door, little head with black hair and flower crown on top popping through. " Grannie want to know if you and uncle are ready."

" All good to go!" Turning around, Soap gave Ghost a slap on the back. " Come on, let's do this , BROTHER." Taking a deep breath, Ghost walk towards the door and pick up his daughter. He is ready to face one of the biggest moment of his life. Marrying you. "Da.. you are messing up my hair." " Sorry my dove."

" Soap, can you pass me the pepper please." Throwing the grinder over, " Here ye go. Oh Ghost, can you pass the oil please." The boys were prepping for the BBQ. You were quite surprised Simon was really particular about cuts and quality of meat.

".... I was apprentice butcher before I join the military..." and after the explanation you always leave anything meat related in his hand. And he never stuff it up.

" Ma, why is Da calling uncle Johnny SOAP? does he like washing himself??? and why is dad called Ghost? is it because he is big and scary?? "

The adults all look at each other. How do you explain THAT to the kids? You can't just say " Your uncle is so good at killing whole room of people!" " Your da was a legend on the battlefield!" Emma pipped in, " Um.. Yes, your uncle Johnny LOVESSS washing himself, doesn't he? " " AHHH yes, ask your Grannie and grandda, uncle Johnny use to steal all the soaps when he was young!"

Pointing to Ghost you explained "and Da is realllly good at scaring baddies that's why they call him Ghost!"

"" OHHHH....."" The kid look at their father with new admiration. and after that, the twins started calling Johnny " Uncle Soap".

" Pssss Poppy Price, Uncle Gaz, do you know Uncle Soap loves stealing soap? that's why he is called soap!!"

"" HUH" "

You were mixing egg and flour together in the kitchen when Ghost stormed in, having this look of despair on his face. He walked over to the liquor cabinet, took out a bottle, pour himself a generous glass of Scotch and down it in one go. " Simon, what's wrong? It's bit early for a drink isn't it?" Wiping your hand on the apron, you approach your husband cautiously.

Ghost sat down on the couch, head in his hands. " Aileen.." "?! what happen to her?!" You were immediately alarmed, looking out the window where the children are, you see Aileen happily putting flowers on top of her baby cousin Simon who's crawling on the grass, while Tiny is running around with Soap playing war game.

"Da,"

" Yes my dove." Ghost lowered his head for his daughter to put the flower crown on top of his head. " I really like Uncle König, he's so cuddly like a teddy bear, can I marry him when I grow up?"

Ghost froze. WHY. WHY is it König again!!!??? " But dove, uncle König IS married.. " " But I really like him.... " his daughter was on verge of tears. Ghost really don't know how to console his daughter about this impossible dream of hers.

You bursted out laughing when Ghost relay the story to you. " IT'S NOT FUNNY." He glared at you. " I.. ah.. oh gosh I can't breath , sorry love it's just too funny.." you gasped for air. " Look," you sit in his lap and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead. "It's only a phase. she will grow out of it."

"I hope so... "

" Sergeant MACTAVISH!"

Three head turned around,

""" Yes? """"

" Not you two, You!" The young soldier pointed their finger at Aileen.

" What can I do for you. " Aileen sat her tea down.

The soldier sneered. " Don't pretend to be all innocent." Aileen raised an eyebrow.

" I saw you getting bit cozy with all the captains aye? Especially Captain Riley!" John and Simon's hand paused mid air , the two cousins look at each other, sensing drama coming. " All of us here are on equal terms, don't think about sucking up to them will give you an advantage in rising up in ranks!" and the soldier storms off.

" I feel like we are back in college with all these teenage dramas." Simon commented as he stuff down the bacon.

" Why didn't you say anything back? " John elbowed his sister.

" I don't owe anyone any explanation. Besides," finishing off her tea, "he's a pure bampot anyway. Oh gosh the tea here is awful. No wonder Da complains about it all the time."

" Ah well, hope that is the last of that." Simon stands up, clapping his cousins on the back. " I'm off to sleep now. " Yawning, " Ju..Just finish my night shift." " Hurry up and go." " See you two later."

"Here's the tea. Will taste way better than the one they serve here." " Thanks Captain."

" .. There she is , whoring herself again." Silence.

"Wha..!" Just as Simon tries to pull his cousin back from attacking his sister's insulter,

" Sergeant ..... Smith I believe??"

"... Ye... YES SIR." " that's CAPTAIN TO YOU." " YES CAPTAIN" " CAPTAIN RILEY."

" Cap.. Captain Riley." " Now, I suggest you apologise to your fellow soldier," Ghost step closer and towering over the trembling soldier,

" and NEVER INSULT MY DAUGHTER. DO YOU UNDERSTAND" " Captain Price and Captain Gaz? they are my godfathers, that's my uncle, Captain Soap, you know, Simon's Da..... anddddd. My Da. Captain Simon Ghost Riley."

" Captain." " Yes Sergeant" " Are KorTac going to have joint operation with us next week." " How do you know." " Poppy.. um, Captain Price mention something briefly."

" ... Oh."

".... Da."

Ghost looks up. " yes my dove." usually the children call their father and uncles by military titles at the barrack, but when they are in the private office, with no one else around, they lax a bit.

" Can I... can I introduce you to someone next week?" Aileen blushes.

SO THE DAY HAS COME. HIS LITTLE GIRL IS GETTING TAKEN AWAY BY THE PEST. Ghost's heart tightens.

".. Da? Da ? are you listening?"

" yes yes I am listening. So.. who is this.... person?" WHO IS THIS PEST. Keep Calm Simon. Keep your cool. You are the legendary Ghost.

" um. Do you remember Alex.. " Ghost frowned. Alex? not Soap's Cousin Alex? that's incest then. ... ... wait. .. NO. "You know, Uncle König's son?? " Simon " Ghost " Riley is certain he been cursed by his enemy again. First it's the MacTavish curse ( a curse he now consider a blessing) . now König.

and the Passerby can hear a despair cry coming from Captain Riley's office.

Just imaging the boys in their full ceremonial uniform.. delicious. And and and go google Neil Ellice topless kilt… * drool worthy* that’s our soap in kilt for you.

yes, the twins kept their maternal surname, just because they couldn't be bothered changing. Ghost doesn't mind it. The kids still carrying part of his family's name in theirs anyway. and Yes, Soap named his kid after Simon.

Thank you for reading, likes, comments and reblogs!