3/ 3 - A thousand first times with you. #PriceGhost + #Poly141 ending, #BookieFics. Because it's Christmas Eve (and Christmas for us in South America lol) I've posted it on AO3 as well. You can find the link at the end of this thread. (1/69) - ThreadSky

bookiefics.bsky.social • 63 days ago

3/ 3 - A thousand first times with you.
#PriceGhost + #Poly141 ending, #BookieFics.

Because it's Christmas Eve (and Christmas for us in South America lol) I've posted it on AO3 as well. You can find the link at the end of this thread. (1/69)

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salfanfics.bsky.social•63 days ago

Oh I love this so much 🥺♥️

Those softies 😭
They're the sweetest omg! 😭😭♥️♥️♥️♥️

bookiefics.bsky.social•63 days ago

🫂🫂 hopelessly in love softies, I love them

bookiefics.bsky.social•63 days ago

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John Price sinks back into the plush couch, letting out a long, contented sigh as his head rests against the cushions. The house smells of pine and cinnamon, a warm reminder of the holiday season. (2/69)

bookiefics.bsky.social•63 days ago

The Christmas decorations are finally done—a task that felt as grueling as a non-sanctioned op. But now, with the tree shimmering softly in the corner and the faint glow of the fireplace dancing across the room, peace settles over him like a well-worn blanket. (3/69)

bookiefics.bsky.social•63 days ago

It’s been a day of quiet joy, a rare kind of heaven. To have his three men in one place, where he can see them, keep them safe, and share in their laughter—it fills him with a kind of gratitude he’s never known before. (4/69)

bookiefics.bsky.social•63 days ago

But then, there’s the gentle hand now caressing his beard, and perhaps that’s even better.

A smile spreads across his face, slow and easy. He doesn’t bother opening his eyes—he knows those hands. He’s memorized every ridge, every scar, every callus. (5/69)

bookiefics.bsky.social•63 days ago

Once hesitant, now confident, even teasing at times. They’ve mapped him out, over and over again, and Price knows they could undo him completely with a single touch. These hands have a language of their own—capable of worship, destruction, and healing, all in the span of one night. (6/69)

bookiefics.bsky.social•63 days ago

He tilts his head toward the touch, pressing the hand between his face and shoulder, and a quiet chuckle comes from behind him. The sound warms him, deep and familiar. (7/69)

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