samuel cinnamon wilson

[Image: Sam Wilson wearing street clothes; there are finches flying around him and leaves drifting on the wind.]

so what will it take for y’all to post your unrelated challenge response fics in a series and not a single chapter fic on ao3 so that the tags won’t overlap?

Oh god, please delete the extra spaces between paragraphs in your fics on AO3. Please. I know it takes ages and it’s really annoying to do, but it is an immediate backspace away from your story if I’m on mobile because I get one sentence per page and acres of white space.

oh look! @thepurrbutton i may be able to give you chapters with proper spacing again!

Also, there’s an easier step - if you go to your word processor document that the fic is written in, and go find>replace, replace ^p^p with ^p.  This replaces all double-paragraph-breaks with just one.  Boom you’re ready to cut and paste.

Fantasy AU-verse Huge warning for repulsive fluff ahead HUGE So Prince Sam and his Hero/Arranged Husband, Steve, settle into Royal Married life and steadily fall in love- (but of course they never say so) One night Sam is so, so close to saying it- Looking down at Steve as he rides him— Steve’s long lashes fluttering.  Biting his lip and moaning and whimpering as he grips Sam’s hips.  And Sam kisses him hard and messy so he won’t say “I love you.” The very next day the army of the Red Skull attacks- Sam and Steve both ride into battle, but Steve is separated from the rest and carried far, far away- Sam must find Steve with the help of Redwing and the Mages Nicholas and Natasha– meeting friends (Bucky) and foes along the way, Sam searches for his lost love and sets right wrongs across the land. And when he does find Steve again nearly a year has passed- Steve looks harder, older– he’s grown broader and more muscular- he’s dressed in strange armor and he wears a short beard (perhaps taking a page from the Vikings who’ve taken him in) He looks like a completely different man, and Sam (also changed in the year since he’s seen Steve) for the first time fears their reunion and wonders if time could have come too much between them.   His heart squeezes painfully with the thought that he’s found Steve only to lose him again. But on seeing Sam, Steve’s warrior scowl drops off his face, replaced by wonderment, then disbelief, then joy. He drops the Shield to the ground and embraces him.   “Sam.”  He breathes. The Asgardians who have taken Steve in as one of their own welcome the great Prince Sam, whose exploits are legendary, and hold a great banquet for the reunited pair. Among a lot of bawdy jokes and good-natured back-slapping, Steve and Sam are shown to their rooms after a long night of revelry.  But once alone, they’re suddenly awkward- both fearing the same things. But they eventually tell eachother of all that’s happened in the past year-  Sam takes Steve’s hand and kisses his knuckles, saying that he never gave up hope because he had something he needed to say to Steve- he had to tell him he loves him. Steve kisses Sam and says he loves him too- And then like a day later big, beardy Steve picks Sam up and fucks him under a fucking waterfall with like a rainbow in the background aw yes

Literally though imagine rough, bearded Steve holding the reigns of Sam’s horse and covering the animal’s eyes to keep it from panicking, shushing it as he walks them through a dangerous passage. Sam is dressed in beautiful finery, jewels, all red and gold and silk embroidery-  Steve in simple armor emblazoned with Odinson’s family crest as well as Sam’s, to signify his allegiance.   Steve’s face is sunburnt and weather-beaten, and his hands are calloused when he helps Sam down from his horse at the end of the long day traveling- Sam reads aloud to Steve sometimes-  Steve never learned how to read, not many of his birth do, but he loves stories and poetry, and admires Sam’s knowledge and intelligence. Sam proving his own courage in an ambush on the road- he takes on two bandits at once and saves Steve’s life– Afterwards he has to bandage up Steve’s wounds and keep his head elevated while Redwing flies for help– – stranded alone with an injured Steve and patching him up while Steve dizzily insists he’s fine. Sam, trying to keep Steve talking, asking him about his life (the first time they’ve talked as one man to another and not employer/bodyguard) And he’s startled to learn that Steve is the same age as he is- he seems so much older than his years. After that it can’t go back to how it was, and the two of them are partners and friends first and foremost– –that is until Sam starts to stare too long at Steve’s broad shoulders and well-made limbs– starts to dream about Steve’s hands on him and his lips and beard down between his legs.

But imagine that in this Medieval AU scenario, Sam is falling harder and harder for Steve- -And one day he can’t help himself, he thinks for a moment that he sees a reflection of how he’s feeling in Steve’s face, and he puts his hand on Steve’s… Steve just looks down at Sam’s hand on his.  Sam’s skin smooth and only slightly calloused from horseback riding and fencing, jeweled rings on his fingers, where Steve’s are rough and plain, with short, bitten-off nails- After that Steve is scrupulously proper with Sam- still friendly, but he makes it quite clear, without actually addressing the “incident,” that he doesn’t feel anything warmer than close friendship for his employer. Sam tries not to take it too hard- he is quick to stifle the double shot of longing and humiliation whenever he and Steve have a moment together, and to simply enjoy Steve’s camaraderie and friendship. That is until there’s a raid on their camp and Sam is separated from his guards- he defends himself with his scimitar and with his falcon, Redwing, flying in his assailants’ eyes, and he survives with only a few minor cuts and scrapes. When he makes his way back, he’s met by a wild-eyed and frantic Steve taking one look at him and crying out with joy- throwing propriety out the window and running to strongly embrace him.   Steve’s hands can’t seem to stop running up and down Sam’s back, like he wants to make sure he’s really there.  It’s unlike any embrace Sam has ever felt, and between the day’s events and this, he’s bewildered and off his head, and when Steve whispers “I thought I had lost you,” Sam tangles his hands in Steve’s hair and kisses his temple, his forehead, his jaw- and Steve is kissing him back- wherever he can, kissing Sam’s cheek and his nose and his eyebrow and the lobe of his ear- Resting their foreheads together as Steve caresses his face, smiling, eyes wet.   “Are you hurt?”  Sam asks, clearing his throat and managing to contain himself a little.  He doesn’t want to- he wants this frenzy to last forever.  Never wants Steve to close himself off from him like before. Steve shakes his head and leans in, wordlessly asking Sam’s permission.   Their first kiss is deliberate and sweet, Sam opening up to Steve’s tongue as fireworks go off in his head- a dizzy rush of Steve’s taste and scent, and his blood still pounding in his ears from battle.

Prince Sam in his bath, with an hour or so to himself, running his hands over his own body and wondering what Steve sees when he looks at him.   Does he feel the same rush of desire Sam does when he looks at Steve? - He feels suddenly an acute sense of injustice and outrage that he looks so good- he feels so beautiful and sexy, but with no one to appreciate it- Sam sighs audibly (almost a moan) as he indulges in running his hands over his own thighs- undulating a little and allowing himself to picture how he must look, naked and submersed in his bath, chest pooling water, shoulders dripping.  And then he thinks about Steve pushing aside the door and coming into the bath chamber, perhaps with some news for his prince, and stopping in his tracks, overcome by awe and lust. Sam licks his lips and lets his hand trail down lower as he pictures Steve making some kind of excuse to “assist” Sam at his bath, and… 

OKAY but the shield-fief of Fury’s kingdom (a kingdom in the Wakandan empire) having Turkish baths common from the northeastern portion of Wakanda’s empire, an bathing often. Steve thinks Sam smells absolutely divine, and he takes up the bathing practices, but usually with the other guards, because he’s wholly aware of how he has a stench of earth and dust to him while Sam often smells like spices and sandalwood. And maybe if he indulges in leaning close to catch his warm skin in the breeze, well that’s just between himself and his gods.

Fuck both youuuuuu

LOLOLOL or that’s how the guards view it, anyway– – they don’t see the other side of things, where Sam is batting his lovely dark eyes invitingly in Steve’s direction when their backs are turned.   How for every hungry stare Steve directs at the prince, there was first a sultry smile from Sam.   How every time they intervene to prevent an improper meeting between them (Prince Sam is oddly prone to Accidentally walking into Steve’s quarters instead of his own) the prince is more visibly disappointed than Steve. No.  They must protect the innocence of their precious Bird Prince.

Sam, who can leap atop his horse while it’s running a trot, for some reason always requires Steve’s assistance into and out of his sedan. And if he wears fewer rings and lets his palm linger just a bit longer than neccesary, well his guards entirely miss it because they’re so busy glaring down Steve. Also, though Steve cannot write, he is a talented artist, since you do not need school to copy shapes with a stick in the ground. Sam splurges to buy him lambskin and inks to draw on, though he usually uses parchment and wax tablets.

PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE

you ever just click on a fanfic and read the first word and go “shut up” and exit

#yes#furthermore this is a skill#you need to cultivate this skill to survive fandom (dsudis)

Fic authors who take on first person are brave because the way so many of us in fandom will not even try to read that!!?

Also formatting issues and ooc nicknames quickly tell me nothing is going right or write in the fic and I gotta go.

you ever just click on a fanfic and read the first word and go “shut up” and exit

#yes#furthermore this is a skill#you need to cultivate this skill to survive fandom (dsudis)

Fic authors who take on first person are brave because the way so many of us in fandom will not even try to read that!!?

full offense but none of you would have ever survived fanfiction.net in 2009

remember when writers had to be all like: “omg omg lemon starts HERE” y’all are lucky that ao3 has tags and filters you can set

god those were lawless times. 

I need this like oxygen