#Well i am 12 mister

[blissfali]

showing up to someones door Trick or treat ^_^ and they say Oh how cute what are you dressed as little boy and i have to go Tommyinnit from the exile arc the most realistic depictions of abuse in modern media an

[mattmurdock42]

Henry Cavill X Female reader

Professor Cavill

Pov: Professor Cavill and student

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You studied economics at Oxford. You were really fond of what you studied. However, you really liked to sneak into literature classes. It relaxed your head from all the terms and counts of your area.

It was a cold and raining friday, you had got out of your Companies´s class and were exausted, you hated three hours followed from the same class, with no little breaks. As it was 11:30, you went to take something to eat and went to a walk, suddenly, you remember that there was going to be a Shakespeare lecture at 12:30, so, you decided to go, to relax your brain a little, before having more classes in the afternoon. You have missed the first lecture, but you didn´t mind, you liked to hear things about writers. You got there and took a seat at the corner, waiting for the professor to arrive. While you were watching, you couldn´t decide what was catching more your attention, the lecture itself, or the hot, tall, beffy guy who was giving it. It ended at 13:30, you had 15 more minutes until your class started. Everybody was getting out of the class, but you were one of the last ones to go, because you kept watching the hot professor. As you got up to go, you bumps into someone, feeling hot coffe all over your sweater.

Y/N: Fuck!

Henry: i´m so sorry, are you ok?

Y/N: yes, it´s ok.

You say that as you take it off, staying only with you thermal blouse and a daredevil´s shirt. As you look to see who it was, you saw the familiar face who was giving the lecture.

Henry: I am really sorry,now you´re going to be cold.

Y/N: there is no problem, mister...?

Hernry: Cavill, Henry Cavill. And what is your name, miss?

Y/N: N, Y/N

Henry: well, sorry again, miss N.

Y/N: not a problem.

You say it smiling, as you head to a little walk before joining your next class: Holdings. In the end, you were going to the bathroom before your next one, when, you unexpectedly sees Mr. Cavill headind to you, holding something.

Henry: Hello, miss N.

Y/N: hi!

Henry: i wanted to give you this ( he hands you a dark blue sweater). i was feeling bad for you being cold because of me. So this is a reserve sweater that i keep. You can give me back anytime.

Y/N: you don´t need to.

Henry: it´s the least i can do.

You accepts it.

Y/N: thank you, then.

Henry: one more thing, miss. I searched your name on my students essays, so i could knew where to find you to give the sweater, but i didn´t find your name, so i searched on the system and i discovered that you are not from the language departament, nor the classics or the history one. You weren´t supposed to be attending my lecture. Be more carefull the next time.

He says it with a cute smile. You nod as he leaves. You go to the bathroom and put the sweater. It was to big for you, his shoulders were double yours. You folded the sleeves and put the bottom inside your trousers, with just a little out.

At the end of the day, you went to his office to give it back to him.

Henry: do you have any coat to replace it? there is almost a blizzard outside, you can give it back to me next monday.

So, you went home with his sweater. As soon as you arrived you washed it and set it close to your bag, so you wouldn´t forget it.

Monday arrived, your lectures were finished, so you headed to his office. You knocked, no answer, so you went to look for him somewhere else. You found him giving the third part of the lecture about Shakespeare, so you decided to stay and watch it, you´d give the sweater back to him in the end. The moment he saw you, he couldn´t contain a little grin. The lecture ended and you went to him.

Y/N: here, sir, thank you for lending me the other day.

Henry: my pleasure. So, did you enjoy the lecture, Buffett lady?

You chuckled about the nickname.

Y/N: yes, it was really amousing, it is nice to learn more about literature. But i didn´t catch the first class and the first part of this one, so i am not completaly involved with it.

Henry: tell me, why do you watch this kind of classes, if you study economics?

Y/N: it is like a hobby,i am usually tired after my lectures, so sometimes i watch this classes to distract my mind, to take it out of Holdings, Founds and this things, plus, i really enjoy it. So i got used to it.

Henry: do you like sheakspeare? Since you attended two of this classes?

Y/N: actually, it wasn´t intentional to watch it about the same author. However, yes, i like sheakspeare, but i´ve only read six of his plays.

Henry: that´s a lot. Which one is your favorite.

Y/N: i know it´s an ordinary opinion, but Hamlet. The exitencialism in that play seems to scream, and the relationship between Hamlet and his best friend was captivating.

He smiles, noticing you knew some things about literature too.

The time passed, and you always attended some of his classes. You two passed through Tolstoy, Dickens, Shelley, Poe, Byron, and much more. One day, he asks if you´d like to have coffe with him. You said yes, of course, you weren´t stupid to deny a coffe with those sparkling blue eyes looking at you.

The day come and you two met at the Monmouth. You sat at a corner table and the conversation starts. He asked you about your classes, saying how he didn´t have head for those kind of things. You asked him about his job and friends, receiveing the information that he´s being teaching for nine years, and was the youngest of the teachers, with the second being ten years older then him. After the coffe, at the door, you hugged him and went to your house. There, you couldn´t stop thinking about him, his teeths, his polished cheekbones, his body well builded (it was obvious that he spent more than a few hours in the gym), his fluffy hair, everything. The next time you attended one of his classes, he asks you out on a real date. You agreed, as you couldn´t stop your mind of having sick thoughts.

The date would be at the Berner´s Tavern.He picked you up at 19 oclock. You had the most amazing dinner ever. In the end, when he left you at your apartament, he looked at you, and you understood the question. The answer was a soft kiss on his lips. He grinned at you and said good bye. The next week, you were the one who asked him out, picking him at his house. You went to another place this time. Again the dinner was great. As you left him at his house, you gave him a more passionate kiss, putting your hands behind his neck, and him putting his, gently, around your waist, afraid of that gesture being to much.

Dates and more dates passed, the kisses evolving until a burning one, with tongues dancing and hands on dangerous places. One day, after a class about French authors, he envited you for dinner at his house, you said yes. Actually you were a little scared, you never wen´t to a boys house before. As you got there, he invited you to come in and you went to the kitchen, the table as settled, he sat you and went to take the food, he made grilled chiken with rice, and for salad, carot with cucumber.

Henry: sorry if it is to simple, but that´s what you always order, so, this are the only foods i know you ate.

You blushed, noticing he repared at your food. You said it was amazing, the taste was explandit, and the food was not simple, but more than you could ask.

After dinner you went to the couch, to watch a movie. In the middle, you made a risk movement; you put your hand on his thigh, going up and down soflty. He notices, he gets your chin and turns your face to him, your eyebrows move. He understands and asks

Henry: are you sure?

Y/N: yes, it´s been so many dates since i was waiting for this.

He smiles and lifts you, placing you on his lap, each thigh at one side of his hips.

Henry: i´ve been waiting too, i couldn´t stop thinking about you since the day we met. When i got your eyes, furious and at the same time worried and apologetic about the coffe,my mind couldn´t do anything else besides thinking about that moment. But when you told me about Hamlet, then i knew i had fallen in love with you.

You blush, hidding your face on his chest, with your hands on it.

Henry: you are so cute when you blush! Do not hide your face.

You hugh him. Then, you look at his face.

Y/N: do not say those things in this kind of moments, it makes me shy. And i don´t want to be shy now.

Henry: noted.

You kiss him hard, putting your hands on his hair and pulling it. He put his hands on your waist and slide down to your ass, grabbing it strongly. You buckle your hips and he lifts you, you intertwining your legs around his waist. He takes you to his bedroom and lay you down on the bed. He goes on top of you, and you put your hands on his chest. He starts to go down to your thighs.

Y/N: take of your shirt.

He obeys.

Henry: take of yours.

You blush, slowly grabbing the bottom of your shirt. You take it of and try to cover yourself with your hands.

Henry: why are you covering yourself?

Y/N: this is the first time i stay only in a bra in front of a man.

Henry look at you confused.

Y/N: Henry, i´m a virgin.

He stopped imediatly. He looked at you with wide open eyes.

Henry: why didn´t you tell me? Are you ok? Was anything to much?

Y/N: yes, it´s ok. i´m just a little nervous.

Henry: you are so beautiful and intelligent, i can´t believe no one never showed interest in you.

Y/N: some did, but i never really liked then.

Henry: wow, it´s too much pressure now.

He says nervously smiling.

Y/N: it´s okay, just keep going.

Henry: if you let me, i can guide you.

Y/N: that would be nice, just, be gentle, please.

Henry: of course

He goes down the bed while you were still laying, he starts to kiss your thighs, then your inner thighs.

Henry: i´m gonna take of your panties now. Ok?

You nod.

Henry: now, if you don´t like anything, tell me.

He massages your vulva carefully, opening it to start to stimulate your clit. He notices a moan coming out of your lips and he smiles. He keeps doing it for a while, then he increases the pressure on it and put a finger inside of you. You moan heavily, he doesn´t stop. He puts another finger inside, knowing you could take it. He starts doing the movements of come and go with his fingers and you start to twitch. You feel something pass through your body, you could not control your moans.

Henry: that´s okay, Buffett, be as loud as you want.

He says when he sees you trying to contain your moans. Suddenly, it gets to intense and you cum.

Henry: did you not like anything, something i could do better?

You looke at him smiling.

Y/N: you are a god, mister. I only have one complain.

He looked at you seriously, intending to get what you didn´t like.

Y/N: i didn´t feel your cock.

He looked at you surprided. He wasn´t expecting that.

Henry: are you sure? i think it´s to soon.

Y/N: please, i wanna know how does it feel. I know in the begging hurts a little, but i wanna try.

He lowered his head.

Henry: as you wish.

He took of his pants, his cock was a little bigger then most of others. A little more thicker and longer. He opened your legs and put then over your head. He took a condom and put on his dick already hard. He massaged it a little and then asked.

Henry: you are already really wet, and the condom already has lubricant, but if you want more, let me know. I´m gonna put it now, ok?

You nod. You feel his dick gently coming, in and out, just a little part of it. Then, it went deeper. His eyes never leaving your face, to see if you were hurt or not. It was not confortable, but you could take it. After a while, you hear him moan, low, almost inaudible.

He leans over you, and you scratch his back , feeling him get even harder. Then, he cums. He lays on your side.

Henry: are you ok?

Y/N: yes, it was nice.

You say as you massage his scalp, thinking about the first orgasm you had in your life.

Y/N: we should do this more times.

Henry: i agree.

He says with a chuckle.

The next week, you two were even closer; him going to your building to give you his sweaters, so it would smell like you. And you going to his house, to have sex and judge his bookshelfs. He loved to hear your opinion, good or bad, about his books. You always teasing him to let you know who would be the next author he would teach, and him never letting it. He would always say how smart you are, when seeing you studying your field, thinking how smart his grilfriend was.

[magoapple]

Opposites?

Seungmin x Neutral Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: kinda enemy to lovers fluff

Warnings: sassy seungmin but that's not a warning you know what you're getting into

Summary: Seungmin is sassy and looks like a puppy while you look sassy but are like a golden retriever. Do opposites attract or are you really opposites to begin with? And what happens when Seungmins sarcastic jokes go to far?

When the guys first met you, they were positive you and Seungmin would get along because you just had this sassy look to you. They soon figured out they were very wrong. You and Felix were actually the ones to get along the most. The two of you would joke non-stop, and the guys learned you were nothing more than a golden retriever. Han would often make jokes saying you and Seungmin were a perfect match because he looked like a puppy but was super sassy, and you were the complete opposite.

The members loved when you would visit because they felt like they could just be themselves around you. Seungmin, however, disliked when you would come over. You were always joking and laughing with the members, yet it seemed you could never tell when he was joking or not. You being over always made his head hurt because he was constantly rolling his eyes. Today when Felix invited you over, things were actually peaceful for once, but that all started to change.

You and Felix were playing UNO and the game was getting pretty intense. You had just laid down your third draw 2 card, leaving Felix to pick up 12 cards in total. “Oh my god Y/N why would you do this?!” You didn't even need a second to think before spitting out the your mom card. Seungmin took in a deep breath and quickly got up. “You know Y/N you want to hear a joke?”

You looked suspicious but nodded your head. “Um, sure why not.” Seungmin gave a disappointed look before speaking. “You know, I really like walks, especially when they're taken by the people who irritate me.” You were straight up confused. Until his words registered in your mind. “Oh… Do I annoy you, Seungie?”

Seungmin would often make these sarcastic jokes with the members all the time. Felix placed his hand on your shoulder and shook his head. “He's just being sassy Y/N he jokes like that with all us.”

“Oh Seungmin is that true, for a second I thought I really bothered you, if I did, I'd feel bad.” You gave him a gentle smile and Seungmin felt a little bad but brought himself back to the present. “Yeah joking… Why don't you guys play this somewhere else, I'm trying to relax.” Felix rolled his eyes and helped you pick up the cards before heading to his room with you. “Don't worry about him, he's just mister grumpy pants.”

“Are you sure? He did seem really upset, I just don't want to be rude. I am a guest here, after all.” Felix comforted you for a few minutes before you guys went back to playing your game. You two only played for another hour before watching a movie. Halfway through the film, Felix had fallen asleep and you sighed. That left you and Seungmin as the only two awake and in the dorm.

You carefully walked into the living room and heard the soft sounds of voices playing on the TV. As you got closer, you saw Seungmin was on his phone and you smiled. He was actually adorable when not being a sassy pant. The moment was ruined as your foot stepped on a creaky board, sending his head snapping in your direction. “What are you doing?” You fiddled with your fingers before sitting on the couch. “Um, Felix is sleeping, and he's my ride so yeah.”

“Well, just get an Uber, I'm trying to enjoy my alone time.” You didn't say anything and just sat there. You knew how Seungmin was, but today it seemed like he wasn't joking. “Do I really bother you that much? So much that it's painful to just have me sit here, even if I was quiet?”

Seungmin rolled his eyes. “Well, you're not being quiet so… I don't know.” You huffed. “I'll never understand you, I try to be nice, and I understand you're the sarcastic one, but there are limits Seungmin limits.” You got up and grabbed your stuff, not even checking if you had everything. “When Felix wakes up, tell him I went home.”

Seungmin didn't bother nodding his head, he just went back to his phone. He did feel a little bad about how he worded his words. Then again, if you said you knew he was sarcastic, then you shouldn't have taken his words seriously. He sat for a few seconds before rubbing his hand across his face. “Ugh, why do I care.”

Seungmin was really questioning himself as he stood up and walked outside. He let out a thankful sigh when he saw you still standing by the bus stop. “Bus hasn't come by yet?” His force scared you and you jumped in place. “Geez next time announce your presence, you scared the living shit out of me!”

For the first time today, Seungmin smiled. “My bad, listen I apologize for earlier, I forgot you're not like the guys.”

“Well, what is that supposed to mean?” Seungmin sat down on the bench and ran his fingers through his hair. “I guess I just mean you're different, I didn't mean to make you think I was being serious.” You sat down next to him, looked his way. A blush spread across your face when his eyes met yours. “I just was convinced I was annoying you, and no one wants to be an annoyance to their crush.”

You dryly chuckled before realizing what you had said. There was no taking it back now because, sadly, life did not have a reset button. “You like me?”

“Uh, yeah, I really thought it was obvious.” Seungmin blinked. “I mean like why I'm like a sarcastic bag of sassy, and you're super adorable who gets hurt at my jokes.” You scoffed while hitting him with your shoulder. “Okay ouch, but I don't always get hurt, just here recently when I was catching feelings. I thought it was obvious and so when you kept making your jokes It seemed like you were being serious, and it hurt.”

Seungmin didn't mean to hurt you if he did. “Well, I'm sorry it seemed that way… Um, why don't we head inside and watch something, it's getting cold out here.” You nodded and agreed with him, as it was getting a bit chilly. “Yeah, I'd like that.”

As Seungmin got up, he held out his hand for you. This was like the first time he was being like a gentleman towards you. “Wow, Kim Seungmin, this is a new side to you.” He laughed, opening the dorm door for you as well. “What can I say, I'm secretly like the nicest person you'll meet?”

“Well, I'll be the judge of that if… You know you'd ever want to maybe spend time together just us not the other members.” Seungmin thought for a few seconds. “You know I might just enjoy that.” You both exchanged smiles and plopped on the couch, finishing the film Seungmin was watching. After a while Felix had woken up and walked into the living room.

He had to rub his eyes multiple times to see if what he was looking at was true. You were sleeping with your head on Seungmins shoulder, and Seungmin was fine with it. He was even laying his on top of yours. “Oh my God, what happened?" Seungmin gently shrugged his shoulders.

“We talked now shh Y/N is sleeping.” Felix was confused but also to tired to judge. After he left Seungmin rested his head back in yours and closed his eyes. He could definitely get used to this.

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[sjhhemmings]

“Chief’s Daughter”

brian zvonecek x fem!reader

a/n: i got this idea from @winchesterszvonecek after reading trouble so i hope they aren’t too similar, you’re an inspiration 😘

warnings: mentions of sex, brian on blast lmfaoo, that should be it! enjoy 🤌🏻🤌🏻

me after writing this imagine ⬇️ i’m absolutely laughing my ass off rn

“Anyone got any plans after shift? Cruz asks out to the rest of truck 81 sitting at the common table, “Oh and uno.” he added once he placed down a yellow draw two.

“Uh yeah, I’m meeting my girlfriend’s parents…” Otis replied while playing another draw two causing the next person to have to draw four. According to house rules anyway.

“Oh-ho-ho, meeting the in-laws. How long has this one been brewing?” Herrmann asked causing Otis to blush.

“About 4 months, we’ve been taking our time, nice and slow.” Otis lets out a soft chuckle leaving the rest up to their imagination.

“Really? You think it’s gonna last long?” Cruz asks in an irritated tone since he ended up having to draw 12 because everyone else around the table so conveniently had another draw two.

“Hope so. I really like her. Depending on how much of a hard ass her dad actually turns out to be I might even love her,” He laughs as he says it but he knows he’s already in love with you.

“Is the sex good?” Cruz asks and the whole table gives him a look. “What!? it’s a fair question and you don’t gossip to me about your love life anymore mister ‘i have a girlfriend and i need to spend time with her blah blah blah…’”

Once he finishes his rant that was for sure out of jealousy, (in a sense that Otis’ gf spends more time with him than joe does, not the fact that he doesn’t have a gf). Everyone expectantly looks at Otis.

“Well, I don’t want to brag, but it’s really good.” Is all Brian says and the guys are still giving him the same look.

“Details buddy let’s go,” Cruz says borderline actually annoyed.

“What else am I supposed to say? It’s good, it’s hot, it’s sexy. She’s the women of my dreams! She’s definitely not quiet, ‘Oh Brian, oh Brian!” He says in explicit detail mimicking your sex noises.

“What are we talking about here?” Chief Boden says as he was eavesdropping for the last 30 seconds.

“Oh, Otis is telling us about how hot the sex is with his new girlfriend!” Cruz shares a little too eagerly earning an unamused eyebrow raise from the Chief.

Otis then slapped Cruz in the chest now embarrassed of his friend.

“Well, go on, let me in on this ‘bro’ talk.” Boden says encouraging Brian to share.

“I mean I don’t want to bore you with the details sir…” Brian says embarrassed in front of his chief.

“Oh c’mon you gotta tell him about the part where she’s not quiet, and literally screams your name! You know the whole, ‘Oh Brian, Oh Brain!’” Herrmann says now mimicking Otis’ perception of you.

“Yeah he’s meeting her parents tonight! Says he might love her if her dad isn’t too crazy!” Cruz says dying laughing and still not fully grasping that this is extremely embarrassing for Otis. Meanwhile Otis sits in his self-loathe at the moment beat red wishing he never said anything at all.

“That is just…wow. What a coincidence though, I’m meeting my daughter’s boyfriend tonight. Dinner, at my place…7 o’clock.” Boden says piling on the details.

“Wow that is a coincidence…sir.” Brian coughs at the last second praying that his girlfriend is not his chief’s daughter. She would’ve mentioned something right? Like oh hey, just to let you know, your boss is my dad! She knew he was a firefighter at 51 why did she not say anything. Suddenly the room felt really hot and Brian was being cooked.

“You know, Otis, the coincidence is really just uncanny, like how my daughter’s boyfriend is a firefighter, and you’re a firefighter. And how my daughter’s boyfriend works at firehouse 51, and you work at firehouse 51, oh and also, my daughter’s boyfriend is coming over to meet us tonight, and you’re going to meet your girlfriend’s parents tonight. It’s just…wow! Absolutely…crazy.” Boden says finishing his train of thought smiling like a maniac getting an absolute kick out of this little ‘bro’ talk he decided to indulge in.

“I’ll go mop the app floor now.” Brian said getting up and excusing himself from this horrifying situation he’s found himself in.

“Make sure you wash all three trucks too. I wanna see my reflection in every single one head to toe. And don’t be late to dinner!” Boden said walking away laughing knowing he was going to call Donna and tell her everything.

[maverickbabes]

Dance with me

Dance with me

Dilf!Jake Sully x female!navi!Omatikaya!reader

Warnings: I honestly don't know how well this will turn out I might revise it a little cause I wrote this at 12 am but we will see. No major warnings just cute date night :)

Summary: You and Jake were having date night and you get the idea to slow dance with him.

a/n: This is inspired by the date night scene in atwow and the scene in the comic The High Ground where Neytiri says "Dance with me my marine" its so cute ahhhhhhh

You let out a giggle as you turn your head to look at Jake who was already looking back at you with a huge smile. "Oowah!" You said as you did a little twirl and flew over the thick branches connecting the Hallelujah Mountains together, creating a floating bridge. You could hear Jake let out a grunt before chuckling as he flies over the floating bridge.

Shaking your head, you called to your ikran and it began to pick up it's speed. You caught up with him easily and both of you hovered over another floating bridge, taking a moment to look at each other, before soaring back down into the night sky. Jake picked out one of the mountains to land so you both direct your ikrans to the direction of the mountain then land with ease.

"This is perfect ma Jake" You said as you fed your ikran a treat before giving it a little pet session. "See I still got good ideas" Jake said proudly as he gives himself a pat on the back. You turned to look at him and giggle "Yea okay mister" You retorted jokingly earning a disbelief look from your mate.

"Oh really is that so?" He says raising an eyebrow before running towards you and picking you up "Ahh Jake put me down" You giggled as you playfully hit him. "Never ma yawntutsyìp, Never" He tells you while spinning you around. After a few moments, he slows down and gently sets you back onto the ground before letting his arms rest on your waist.

Both of you stood there in each others' embrace for what seemed like enternity. Everything about tonight seemed perfect. The sounds of the animals making a soft melody, The bioluminescents glowing creating just a beautiful aray of colors all around you, The sound of his heartbeat as you rest your head on his chest. Everything was perfect, except for one thing.

"Dance with me" You murmured and Jake pulls away to look at you. "Hmm?" He hummed in curiosity of what you said and you smiled up at him cheekily "Dance with me" You repeated and Jake raises an eyebrow before shaking his head. "No Absolutely not" He says chuckling and you pulled on his hands in excitement.

"Absolutely yes! Dance with me ma yawne" You said letting go of his hands then began to twirl. Jake watches you in amazement as you began to dance under the night sky, your body moving so fluid and smooth, the way you were so full of grace. "Oh what the hell" He mumbled to himself as he to began to dance along next to you.

You chuckled a little as you saw him dancing somewhat awkwardly but it seemed like something was on his mind and you wanted to fix that. "You know how to dance better than that. No more worrying tonight Jake, tonight is for us" You tell him looking at him with such love and desire in your eyes.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before letting it out slowly. Just like that, it seemed like all the stress and worries that were in his mind melted away and he pulled you close then dipped you as he gave you a slow yet sensual kiss.

Now tonight was perfect

[mostlyvoid-partiallyflowers]

Okay I just speedran The Sunshine Court in like 12 hours. I will be rereading it soonly and giving more coherent thoughts but here’s my main takeaways:

- Thought #1: Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck this book exists. I am on the floor I’m so fucking excited.

Spoilers below the cut

- I absolutely love that we get both Jean and Jeremy POVs. It’s great especially because Jean is an oblivious and traumatized and if we just see things through his eyes we would never get to see Jeremy PINING like an absolute icon. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, it’s about the pining, the waiting, the yearning. I’m simple man, I like my books gay, angsty, and with tension you could cut with a knife. This delivers on all accounts.

- I love getting to see the end of tkm from Jean’s perspective. Getting to see him watch the Foxes v Ravens game was incredible. I’m a very big fan.

- Renee and Jean time! Renee giving Jean her cross necklace. I’m in tears, I’m dead, I’m on the floor. It’s not the right time for us 😭. Excuse me? I’m unwell.

- Kevin Day, queen of my heart! Getting to see how someone other than Neil canonically sees Kevin is an absolute treat for me. Jean’s weakness for beautiful men has become known. Me too Jean, me too.

- Jeremy, light of my life, I can’t believe you’re rich. At least your family sucks because I don’t think I could take it if your family was wealthy and nice.

- Jeremy + Jean meeting for the first time. Jeremy trying and failing to play with a yo-yo. I’d die for you. They are ADHD 🤝 Autism solidarity me thinks.

- Montana has a pro Exy team which is not at all plausible but I’ll let it slide because one Montana mention for the win and two the team is called the Rustics which is absolutely what we’d call a pro sports team if we had one. The only reason Montanan’s at large would commit to indoor lacrosse is that Kayleigh Day was Irish and so solidarity.

- Laila and Cat, my beloveds. The description of their apartment has me yearning for the same. They have a bay window with a window seat okay. That’s like in my top three desires for a home.

- Carboard cutout dog with a classic Nora pet name. I’ll love Mister B forever. I love how Jeremy keeps moving him around. I love how Jean hates it.

- Trans characters! Poly characters! Nonbinary characters! Nora, my birthday has come a little late but damn this was a gift!

- I am absolutely pronouncing Jean wrong in my head probably 70% of the time.

- I’m so fucking angry at the Ravens. My blood is boiling and I want to cry. Jean deserved better, Kevin deserved better, Riko deserved better. All the Ravens deserved better. I want to put Tetsugi Moriyama into a blender and feed him to the crows.

- Jean was 16. I’m absolutely incandescent with rage.

- Jeremy is so patient with Jean and I will forever love him for that.

- This book was a lot shorter time frame than I was expecting, mainly because I keep forgetting there’s going to be another one.

- The food control but is driving me crazy. It makes me so fucking mad. Let my boy eat. I want him to be happy.

- Jeremy has seen Jean looking 👀 ummmmmm hello? “More exclusively than you do, I think.” I’m on the floor.

- Laila buying Jean a sex toy?!? Oh my god. What would she even get him? I feel like he deserves a vibrating cock ring or something fun like that. That way service top™️ Jeremy Knox can use it on him when they finally get together.

- I love seeing Neil from Jean’s perspective. It’s funny how different he is from my perspective and Jean’s/everyone else’s. I’ve spent so much time thinking about him from Andrew’s pov that it’s weird seeing him through anyone else’s. Everyone is like this scrappy irritating son of bitch is gonna get what’s coming to him, and Andrew is like, well I can’t not fuck him.

- The second Jean mentions Drake to Neil. And then Neil immediately calls a hit out on Gr@yson. Neil, you will always be famous to me.

- Jean-Yves! I hope he starts using his full name again at some point.

- Elodie :(((((( I can imagine what Jean’s going through and I am so afraid for him. If he keeps pushing all these feelings down he’s going to break sooner or later, but probably sooner.

- Jeremy’s unconditional support of Jean has my whole heart. Jean has friends now. I’m crying.

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Thirteen: Klaus Mikealson + Die Hard

“It’s not a Christmas movie love.” Your boyfriend counters as he rounds the island in the middle of the kitchen. Rolling your eyes you scoff at him, you two had been arguing about whether or not a certain movie was either a Christmas or action movie.

Why the verbal fight had started you don’t remember. You just know that you’re standing by what you told Klaus. Die Hard is one hundred percent a Christmas movie.

“What doesn’t make it a Christmas movie, huh?” You ask him crossing your arms over your chest getting more and more fessed up with the argument at hand. “Well for starters….” Then the silence takes over your kitchen.

The breeze from outdoors filters in. The French quarter compound is open with lots of space for the Mikealson family to live with all of their significant others and family.

“See your silence is a tell tale sign you don’t know shit. The movie starts off with the office having a literal Christmas party, sure it’s not in any way connected to the main storyline but it snows at the end doesn’t it?” You ask into the air.

Klaus eyes furrow down ward giving his face an odd shape. “Are you asking me if the movie I have seen many times a year has a snow scene at the end?” Klaus asks you totally ignoring your rambling talking from elalier.

You nod, humming as you grab a packet of popcorn from the cabinet. “I for sure know it doesn’t have a snow scene, it’s cause of the decorations anyways.” You can still hear him as you unwrap the popcorn bag and lay it flat on the tray inside the microwave.

With ease you glide back into the conversation after pressing the handy popcorn button on your microwave. “Are you sure? Mister I’ve seen that movie so many times.” You’re the only one to ever ever be able to talk to Klaus in such a way like this. This was your friendly banter, the teasing that had drawn you two each other nearly four years ago.

He loves this side of you, and sometimes he hates it. Hates how you manage to get under his skin without even trying. “Are you suggesting I don’t know the movie?” He counters arching a brow. Your conversation is paused when the microwave beeps and you have to gather a bowl from underneath the drawers.

As you shuffle popcorn into the bowl, you look at Klaus. “I am, but I bet there’s a way to redeem yourself.” You tease. It’s his turn to roll his eyes at you. “How about we just watch the movie, and then we will actually be able to see.” You say’s crumbling up the useless bag.

It’s a quick nod from Klaus and off to the couch you are. “We are only watching the first one.” He says like he actually means that. Once he’s seems the first he’s got to watch the second. You know the drill because it’s always the same with Klaus Mikealson.

The both of you get comfy on the old couch with your dozens of blankets and pillows. Snuggled up together you forget about the argument in the kitchen as you recall lines that are your absolute favorite. It’s not until Hans is falling to his death and the main chapters are sitting the back of the limo does it remind you of your little bet.

The song starts to play and when there’s no snow. Klaus jumps up in excitement having won a bet where he had nothing to lose you shush him. Letting the tv roll the credits. “Whatever!” “I was oh so right, hmm I wonder what you should owe me for that lost bet.” Klaus smirks. “Nothing I owe you nothing cause it wasn’t a bet, just simple banter, now came down here and watch the next one with me.” You beg Klaus. Fluttering your beautiful eyes up at him. He scoffs and rolls his eyes before climbing back onto the couch with you.

An hour into the second one you hear the tiniest, quietest “I was right!” Come from beside you this time you don’t think twice about grabbing the pillow and chucking in to Klaus face.

Completed on: 11/24/23

Posted on: 12/13/23

The Originals-

The Originals Master List // Christmas Stories Master List

[ratsetflummi]

Okay, now the FUNNIEST Legend of Drizzt moments. *gets popcorn*

uhhh, how much time do you have?

i need to put this under a read more, because i ended up finding one scene per book on average

told you that this series is actually a comedy

1) that time when drizzt thought that three lighting bolts aimed directly at his face were just a friendly sparring session, and then immediately got distracted and forgot all about that attempted assassination because he saw a cat

2) drizzt and zaknafein both going "oh no, he is lost to the evil ways of our people, i would do the world a service by killing him" at each other, but not doing anything about it

3) the first thing we ever learn about jarlaxle being that he has special gay pride merch that is enchanted so you can still see that it's supposed to be a rainbow even in complete darkness

4) that one human wizard drizzt ran into in the middle of the underdark. just. that wizard's entire existence. why does he have a german accent. why does he keep shooting lightning bolts out of his tower when they keep being reflected back at him. rip brister fendlestick, you were only in that one scene, but i miss you every day

5) the mindflayers going "fwoop!" when they shoot a blast of brain melting energy at you

6) drizzt: who are you? you are not my father! zombie!zaknafein: no, i am your… mother!

7) drizzt learning what a skunk is

8) that one wizard that entreri was travelling with in streams of silver messing up her knock spell and dropping entreri's belt instead, and entreri going against what you would expect from his archetype in that kind of story (which would be getting angry and possibly violent) and just sarcastically going "oh wow, great job" and calmly picking his belt up again

9) drizzt casually revealing that he can juggle, suggesting that either he juggles as a hobby (unlikely) or implying some interesting things about drow weapon training

10) entreri choosing to put sewer water in his mouth just to gain little tactical advantage (and then still losing the fight anyway)

11) entreri showing up disguised as regis, dropping his own name in conversations weirdly often under the assumption that the companions are way more worried about him than they actually are, and the companions being completely oblivious about regis acting way differently than normal

12) entreri's insistence that he and drizzt are great rivals, while drizzt can barely be bothered to remember that entreri exists

13) drizzt training a seal to retrieve guenhwyvar's figurine from the bottom of the ocean

14) the heart-shaped drizzt-seeking locket. the fact that that exists, as well as the fact that entreri had that back in the peak rivalry days

15) entreri casually introducing himself as mister do'urden for absolutely no good reason (i genuinely still don't know why he did that)

16) jarlaxle: kimmuriel, you are the leader of the bregan d'aerthe now, i'm going on a road trip with entreri kimmuriel: i'm what?! entreri: you're doing what?!

17) entreri going to the effort of painting jarlaxle's silhouette on the wall to throw knives at the crotch

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20) jarlaxle being peak peacock in promise of the witch-king

21) jarlaxle throwing pies at a random couple in a bakery because he mistook them for assassins

22) the reveal that jarlaxle and kimmuriel were just casually watching entreri fuck his girlfriend

23) the several scenes in pirate king where salvatore seemingly forgot that regis is a halfling, because drizzt keeps putting his arm around regis' shoulders and walking away like that, when really regis' shoulders should be down somewhere around drizzt's knees

24) a manifestation of mielikki coming to carry catti-brie to the afterlife, catti-brie responding that she needs to go sleep with her husband first, and mielikki allowing this and just coming back for her in the morning

25) entreri and dahlia behaving in a way that i can only describe as two teenage girls fighting over their mutual crush

26) the entire scene when they threw charon's claw into the primordial pit and entreri failed to die

27) drizzt: come on an adventure with me! entreri: drizzt, it's two in the fucking morning, what the fuck

28) drizzt making puppy eyes at entreri so he will please go on an adventure with him and entreri just closing the door in his face

29) the entire soap opera that was drizzt and dahlia's relationship

30) kimmuriel walking in on jarlaxle sleeping with at least two drow of undisclosed gender and just standing there and staring until jarlaxle finally puts on his trousers

31) jarlaxle's constant innuendos and seeming inability to shut up about his sex life

32) jarlaxle looking completely calm and composed from the outside at all times, but any scene from his pov revealing that he has no idea what he is doing and is lowkey panicking half the time

33) catti-brie: drizzt is my husband, i have been brought back to life to help him and not for anything else bruenor: yeah, same! uh, except that he isn't my husband

34) the dragons flirting with drizzt and drizzt kinda panicking about how to reject them without being eaten as revenge

35) jarlaxle finding drizzt down in a tunnel fighting demons, and just pulling an entire fine dining set out of his hat and having fancy dinner while his bird is ripping more demons apart just around the corner

36) the reveal that jarlaxle is bald because of repeated fireballs to the face

37) this instance of everyone rolling nat1s on their geography check

38) jarlaxle threatening people with knowledge of his kinks

39) random citizen: she's so pretty jarlaxle: yes, thank you, finally someone who recognizes my beauty

[vibratingskull]

A step in the right direction

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Tags : fluff, domesticity, date, first kiss, reader is disabled

You have a full week to enjoy Thrawn presence before going back to work, what will you do ?

FemaleReader x Thrawn

You wake up to an empty bed. You blink and yawn, stretching your spine. You lay your hand on Thrawn’s side of the bed, it’s cold. He’s been up for a long time already. You yawn again and pass on your fluffy dressing gown, open the shutter to let light enter the bedroom and head to your living room.

You find Thrawn sleeping on the couch.

You don’t know why he didn’t stay in bed with you. Maybe he felt a bit ill… Also it is quite exceptional for him to sleep this late. You tug on the plaid to cover up his shoulders and kiss his cheek, enamored by the picture. His face is so relaxed like that, he looks like a true angel. You nuzzle your nose with his cheek and his eyes opens instantly, well awakened.

“Good morning, mister.” You caress a strand of hair out of his face.

“Good morning, cha’cah.” He responds with a soft tone, caressing your cheek with his knuckles. “Did you sleep well?”

No you didn’t. Even if you didn’t have a nightmare this night it doesn’t mean you didn’t have a bad dream about your trauma.

“Quite well.” You lie to not worry him.

He looks at you straight in the eyes with an indecipherable expression.

“Really?” He insists.

“Yes!” You smile for him, a broad, large smile.

He doesn’t believe you, but doesn’t insist more, leaving you your privacy.

“And you?” You divert the discussion to him, “Why sleep on the sofa when we have a fluffy mattress?”

“It was too hot for me.”

“You felt uncomfortable? You want to get rid of one of the covers?”

“Do not worry about that, Cha’cah.” He raises his head to kiss your cheek tenderly. “Let us enjoy breakfast together?” He proposes.

You prepare caff while he’s cutting a loaf of soft white bread for you. He doesn’t consume white bread, too unhealthy and not enough nutrients. You look at him taking out a portion of Spira salmon for himself and you get more and more distressed at how he’s prepping it.

“Thrawn, I do not think this is a good way to prepare fish, you're cross-contaminating every utensil.”

He looks at you with what you think is surprise in his eyes.

“This is how I always did.”

You frown in disbelief.

“Nobody ever told you it was dangerous?”

“I rarely cook with someone else present.”

“Do you usually cook? Like at all?”

“I prefer going to the mess halls or wardroom or eating the dishes the droids prepared for me.”

You shake your head, sympathetic. Apparently he is as clueless in the kitchen than in politics.

“Let me help.” 

You cut the flesh of the salmon in manageable quarters, and spread oil in a dish.

“First you're gonna cover the salmon quarters with butter and add a pinch of salt.”

He obeys as you grate a lemon over a bowl. His movements are swift and precise even if you realize he doesn’t know what he’s doing. You gave him the lemon.

“Now add the juice and the zest.” 

You take out some dill that you wash thoroughly.

“I remember your cutting skills being impeccable, mince that finely with this shallot.” 

And he does succeed, his blade techniques are immaculate. You cut lemons that you put on each quarter while Thrawn adds some crushed garlic and oil as you instructed him to.

“And now you let them cook in the oven. See? It wasn’t so bad.”

“Thank you, cooking is not one of my fields of expertise.” He wipes his hands with a dish towel. “You are more experienced than I am.”

“Not so much, I just learned a dozen of recipes by heart and play with them. That is nothing special.”

You remain standing against the counter when he takes your hand to pull you in his embrace. You hug him tight as he presses you against his warm body. He is so tall and broad, he could suffocate you without thinking about it, but his hugs are always so infinitely tender…

You sigh of contentment, head resting against his chest as he kisses the top of your head, listening to his beating heart. He is so muscular, it is criminal.

“I didn’t imagine you this affectionate.” You let out in a satisfied sigh.

“Does it displease you?”

“Absolutely not.” You hug him tighter “Keep going like that.” 

His hands caress your back and circle your shoulders in a chaste manner, cradling you gently. But your mind wanders elsewhere, being pressed against such a body awakes your desires and you can’t help but think about how thin your pajamas are, how warmth travels from his skin to yours, how you want him to devour you in one go. He’s such an athletic man, his stamina must be unmatched, it makes you drool just thinking about it.

“Thrawn…” You moan and you feel him tensing up under your touch, you part slightly from him to open your dressing gown “I am so hot suddenly, you want to… help me out?” you mewl.

He smiles lightly and closes back your gown, much to your dismay.

“Thrawn?”

“Do not worry, cha’cah. Everything is okay.”

You try to reach his lips and he stops you, pressing his hand on your mouth. You growl in response.

Why?

“Not now, cha’cah. Let me do it my way, I want it to be perfect.” He licks the tip of your nose, and you hear a faint purr starting.

He presses you back against him and you feel the vibration of his purr through the tender flesh of your cheek.

“Promise?” You ask, full of doubt.

“I promise you, cha’cah. You will not have to wait long still.”

“How long?” You press, at the end of your patience and on the verge of explosion.

“My, my, are you not an impatient one?” He lowly chuckles.

“I have been waiting for you for ten years.” You deadass respond.

“I know.”

What?

“You… You knew?” 

“Of course.”

You look at him with eyes round like saucers and embarrassment settling in.

“You think I did not notice how warm you get standing next to me? That I never noticed how you crossed your legs in a desperate attempt to calm down your burning core? How squeamish you became when talking to me? Do you think I am blind?” He murmurs in your ears, licking the outer shell with the tip of his warm tongue.

You gasp feeling the warm wet limb caressing your sensitive skin.

“You think I was unconscious when you tried to kiss me in the library?” he keeps teasing you.

You feel your whole body burning with desire and your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“You were awake?!” you choke.

“I was.” He blows at your ear, his hand slowly going down your body, “You did well to stop in time.”

“Or… Or what?” all your words crash in your mouth.

“Or I would not have been accountable for my actions.”

Does… Does that mean that he would have had you on the table like that or that he would have manhandled you to stop you?

“Me… Meaning?”

“Do not fret about it, cha’cah. You stopped just in time, and that was for the best for both of us.” He nibbles your ear.

“Okay…” You say a bit relieved and a bit afraid.

He keeps playing with your ear, teasing you as he chuckles and you can’t refrain your yelps under his touch.

“So… When you proposed we sleep in the same bed, you were playing with me?”

“No. I would not have disrespected you like that. It was just the most practical solution.” He caresses his fingers through your hair.

“But if you knew, why not come to me sooner? Why wait ten years?”

“You were too young for me.”

You pout at the revelation, frowning your eyebrows and pursing your lips.

“Do not look at me like that, cha’cah. You were barely 20 when I was already 40, I needed you to mature and grow, to flourish into the great woman you are today.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t count me as a possibility because I was “too young”.” You wince

“Nobody was a possibility at that time.”

“And now?”

“Now there is only you.” He kisses your closed eyelids.

His hand caresses your lower back, ever so slightly sliding the tip of his fingers past the hem of your little short. You inhale sharply at the sensation of his warm palm against your colder skin.

“Thrawn…” You moan again as his other hand slides under your shirt to caress your back.

“Mmh?” He murmurs, eyes closed as he rests his chin on the top of your head.

“I want you.” You confess.

“Me too, cha’cah.” He kisses your forehead and tugs on your shirt to reclothe your properly “But I should not get your hopes up.”

He kisses your forehead one last time and parts from you to take out the salmon out of the oven, leaving you arms dangling, mouth agape and craving for more.

“Breakfast is ready.” He announces and he starts serving the quarters.

You sit down, body boiling and mind bubbling. You eat little mouthfuls, hands trembling, you were so close to have him but he cockblocked you last second. 

Two times!

He takes a bite and his pupils widen instantly.

“This is delicious.” 

“I am happy you like it.” You try to smile through your distress.

You both remain silent for the rest of the meal but under the table he slides his feet to caress yours. Your bite almost fell out of your fork as he plays footsie with you with the sternest expression, completely unbothered.

You finish your meal as best you can trying not to flush furiously.

“Do you have something planned for today?” He asks you out of the blue.

“Hum, not especially. It was supposed to be a slow day today.”

“Good. I will be taking you shopping this afternoon.” He says standing up to clear the table.

“For what occasion?” You ask, surprised.

“I am taking you to the Pinnacle tonight. I have a table reserved for us two.” He casually explains.

Your last bite took a wrong turn.

“The Pinnacle? But you have to wait more than ten months to have a table booked here!”

“Do you think I came to see you unprepared?” He raises his eyebrow like it was obvious “We are booked for 20h.” He kisses your temple and leaves you to take a shower.

You await your turn, legs dangling off the bed, squirming like a little girl. A dinner at the Pinnacle? As a first date? He really goes strong! You giggle to yourself, excited like a child, you feel like 16 again. You let yourself lay down on the bed, listening to the water running next door and realize that there is only a thin wall separating you from his mighty naked body. Instantly your imagination starts running wild, remembering the time you spied on him at the waterfall and how good he looked at the lake with only his boxers on. You bite your lower lips, you’re way to horny for your own good.

With devious hopes you knock on the door and he invites you to enter the bathroom, you open the door in a swift movement and are immediately disappointed.

He’s already fully clothed.

Blast.

“A problem?” He asks innocently.

“No.” You pout, better chance next time.

He put on a white chemise, a waistcoat and black pants, one of his three civilian outfits. You realize he’s applying his red eyeliner under his eyes. You observe the very meticulous brush actions on his blue skin. You’re absolutely fascinated.

“You want to help me?” He asks gently.

“I can?” you’re surprised and caught unaware.

He hands you the brush and the pigment and takes a chair to sit as you delicately manipulate the brush to adorn his beautiful face. You hold your breath, careful to not make a clumsy movement and ruin the make up. He lets you do, fully trusting you with his eyes closed, you trace the lines of his favorite pattern under his lower eyelids, trying to replicate it the best you can. 

You’re so close to one another, you feel his breath on your chin and he must feel your on his closed eyelids. You gently hold his cheek to prevent him from moving, feeling the warmth spreading through your palm.

“It’s almost finished.”

“You can add some modifications if you want.” He tells you softly.

“I can?”

“Of course, you really progressed with your makeup techniques these last few years. I will be your canvas for today, be creative.”

“If I do it, you will do mine?” You propose.

“As you wish.”

You add scrolls and dots of red with the brush and a gradient burgundy eyeshadow that melt in the marvelous blue of his skin and outline it all with some golden eyeliner, giving him a sharp look.

He takes the time to observe himself in the mirror, looking at every angle.

“It is successful.”

“You like it?” you ask full of hopes.

“I do.” He confirms “Take your shower and I will paint your visage.” He tells you with a soft smile.

You undress and enter the shower, and immediately scream in pain. Thrawn comes back running, knocking at the door.

“Cha’cah? Is everything alright?”

You open the door violently, shaking.

“What kind of shower do you take?! It is scorching hot, I burned my entire body!” You fulminate, still feeling the bite of the boiling water on your skin.

He passes his hand under the water without wincing.

“Is it? I find it quite relaxing.” He seems confused.

“Relaxing?!” You repeat astonished “This water is well over 60°!”

“I am sorry, I will remember it.”

No taking showers after Thrawn, noted! He looks in your direction and immediately looks away like he is embarrassed.

“Could you please put on your nightgown instead of simply hiding behind that thin towel?” He makes the conscious effort not to look at you.

You look down at yourself, realizing you're just holding the towel in front of you, barely hiding your bare body before his eyes. You were so taken by surprise you didn’t cover yourself better.

“Out, mister!” You order, indicating the door.

He silently exits the bathroom and you take a nice, COLD shower. 

You dress up and let him enter back to do your makeup. You could fall asleep under his gentle brush strokes, it’s like a facial massage. You give him total control, letting him have his fun as he did to you. You relax under his warm, careful hands.

“There. What do you think?”

You turn to the mirror and gasp. That is not how you do your makeup at all, it is a totally different technique but the result is so… Exotic.

“Oh wow.” You let out, approaching your face to the glass.

“I tried to match our makeup.” He explains.

“I love it, actually.” You admit, admiring your profile. “When did you learn all those techniques?”

“We use makeup to express our affiliation to a family early on in our life.” He informs, tidying the makeup case. “Shall we go?” He turns to you with sparkling eyes.

You take his hand and head to the department stores of Coruscant.

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You quickly found THE dress. You saw it in a shop window on a mannequin and dragged Thrawn into the boutique. This is a marvelous long, velvety dark green dress that hides your mechanical legs, which the other dress didn’t. With off, flared shoulders and a twirl of fabric drawing scrolls and roses on the skirt you can’t help but twirl in front of the mirror while Thrawn refuses an nth glass of champagne proposed by the employees.  You pull on the skirt to observe your legs. They are only practical and crude, not at all made for a fancy setting and you’re afraid they might spoil your fun. You know they allow you to walk again but you can’t help but hate them a bit.

“Do you like this dress?” Thrawn asks, slouching on a sofa like a king.

“Yes! It is beautiful! I love it!” 

You take the tag and choke at the price. It’s worth more than 5 months of your paycheck. 

“Ouch!”

“A problem?”

“Yes, the price. I don’t have the salary for it” You wince.

You take a final look at you in the mirror, appreciating how it hugs your forms and accentuate your complexion. Too bad…

“You are not paying that.” He simply says.

You turn to him, outraged.

“Thrawn, I won’t let you pay for that dress, it’s unaffordable!”

“Not for me.” And like that he summons an employee with the snap of a finger. “We will take that dress, do you have any set of jewels that would accord with it?”

“Thrawn!” You say, choked and embarrassed.

“Of course, sir.” The employee bows “I will show you our jewelry. Right this way.”

You’re being ushed back to the changing room with a female employe to help you dress and undress, she meticulously folds the dress and put it in a velour box and hand it to you with a broad smile.

You join back Thrawn observing the shiny jewels, listening to the advice of the employee, giving him the different carat of each piece. You take him by the arm and drag him to the side.

“ Thrawn, what are you doing?”

“I am paying you a dress you love?” He responds equally confused.

“Thrawn, this dress and those jewellery are prohibitively expensive! You can’t be serious?”

“I am always serious.” He drily answers “Why you do not want me to pay for you?”

“Because… Because…” Your mouth suddenly dries.

“Does it remind you of him?” He tilts his head.

You dig your nails in your palms, uneasy. Nather used to buy things he loved, not really caring for your comfort or taste.

“In a sense… Yes.” You let out in a shaky breath.

“Then what if I buy them on credit?” He holds his chin thinking.

“What?”

“I pay for you today, and you will repay me in the future. Would it be more comfortable for you?”

That… could work…

“I… Yes. I would prefer that.”

He delicately holds your chin and kisses your forehead.

“Let us choose those jewels, then.”

He brought you back to the jewel stall and helps you choose diamonds you truly like. It makes you feel dizzy to wear something so pricey, what if you broke them or lose them somewhere? 

You finally settle for an orichalk necklace that mimics a grapevine with little shiny diamonds as flowers here and there and a pair of chandelier earrings. You don’t even ask the price, it’s better for your heart to wait a bit.

Next stop is finding a costume for Thrawn and it is proven more difficult, no stores can accommodate his stature, it’s always too short or too tight and uncomfortable While he chooses and tries different ones you're tapping away on your comlink to find the next boutique. You’re going back to him when you localized a tailor down the road while an employee that just took his measurements embarrassedly admits they don’t have his size.

“We’ll have more chances at the next one.” You cheer him up. “We’ll have to exit the department store tho.”

“I am not worried.” He simply says, gentlemanly carrying your bags.

“It’s a little boutique but surely they would have more choice, those are artisanal costumes they should accommodate a wider range of bodies and… Thrawn?” You look where he standed to realize he’s not here anymore.

You turn back on your track and find him looking at a shop window. As you approach you realize it’s a wedding boutique, displaying their wedding dresses. His face is stern and calm but his gaze his fixed on the white fabric.

“You… Want to enter?” You ask, a bit shyly.

“No. That would be premature.” He shakes his head.

You look at the beautiful dresses. A glimpse into the store lets you see happy couples trying on the dresses and costumes, you hear laughter and joy. 

You feel his hand sliding in yours and intertwining your fingers.

“Shall we go?” He asks 

You nod with a smile and you walk out hand in hand. You’re on a little fluffy cloud. You press yourself against him and squeeze his hand as you feel lighter and lighter, giggling like a little girl.

“Why are you laughing?” He asks, genuinely curious.

“Nothing. I am just happy to be with you.” You broadly smile.

He squeezes back your hand in a dignified silence and you reach the little boutique.

It is a charming little room with false wood packed full with clothes and fabrics of all sorts. 

“What do you might want?” the Mirialan tailor asks behind his counter, working on a vest.

“I am searching for a tail coat.” Thrawn explains.

“And several civilian outfits.” You add, taking out a waistcoat off a shelf.

They both look at you, Thrawn with questions in his eyes, he only searched for a costume but you feel like this boutique could finally complete his wardrobe.

The old man stands up with his tape measure.

“Let’s see what we are working with.”

While Thrawn gots his measurement taken for the nth time today you rummage through the shelfs, hangers and mannequin.

“You are quite tall and large sir, I see why you had trouble finding a costume to your measure.” The tailor comments, unphased.

“You have something for him?” you ask.

“No.”

“Oh…” You lower your shoulders, disappointed.

“I will need to do some touch up on my costumes. You’re lucky I am quite quick at it.”

“So you can do something for us?” You inquire full of hopes.

“Yes. But searching a costume for the same day is a stupid idea.” He berates.

“We are busy people.” Thrawn explains.

“That’s what they all say, and who do they come crying to after? Me.”  The tailor grumbles, “Choose your costumes, I will touch them up.”

You have fun having Thrawn trying on chemises and vests, you try different fabrics, different colors, different shades.

“Is the buttons to your liking?” The tailor asks.

“Yes?” You respond unsure “They’re just buttons…”

“That’s where you’re wrong lil’miss” He chastises you very seriously “Buttons make or break the entire character of a costume, you have to harmonize them with the fabric, the shades, whether or not you wear rings… You don’t happen to wear rings, do you?” He turns to Thrawn.

“No I do not.”

“So those are not the correct ones.” 

He opens a very, very large drawer with a complete collection of different types of buttons.

“Oh I like those ones!” you indicate.

“I am gonna make the call if you don’t mind.” He responds, grumpy.

This man doesn't like to be told how to do his job visibly. You go back to Thrawn who’s looking for different pants.

“Find something that tickles your fancy?” 

“Perhaps.” 

“You are darn lucky I had hems to each of my pieces!” The tailor shouts from the other side of the workshop.

You pout, looking in his direction before showing your finding to Thrawn. You tried to add some pastel colors to his wardrobe but he isn’t as keen as you.

“Try it on again.” The tailor comes back with the black tail-coat.

“Already?” You ask dumbfounded?

“You think I am some kind of newbie?”

Thrawn reappears with the tail coat, suiting him perfectly. For all his bad behaviors this tailors really know his work. It's really impressive.

“Woaw.” You let out.

“Do you like it?” Thrawn asks you, observing himself in the mirrors.

“I mean… You have such a figure in this. Do you like it?”

“It seems proper to me.” He flattens the black vest on his gray waistcoat.

The buttons the tailor choosed are, indeed, better.

“Try those ones.” He gives Thrawn black costume shoes. “You know how to accord those?”

“The belt?” Thrawn answers.

“Indeed, remember: the belt with the shoes, the tie or the scarf with the clutch and never, and I mean NEVER more than 3 colors or tone on tone. If you follow those rules you should be good.”

“They didn’t tell us that at the department store.” You think out loud.

“Of course they didn’t. They burn your eyes with glitters and gold but they don’t even know the first thing about tailoring.” He grumps, tidying the clothes you didn’t choose.

You exchange a glance with Thrawn, this man takes his art very, very seriously.

“I’ll send you your touched up clothes in two weeks.” He informs, folding the tail coat in a small briefcase and putting the waked shoes in a box. He hands you a large bag and pretty much shoos you out of the boutique.

“Well, that was an experience.”

“You think? I think I appreciate this man.” Thrawn responds deadpan. “But he was right, finding a costume for the same day was risky.”

“Well, we got one. And you look absolutely gorgeous in it, so I’m not complaining.” You rise to kiss his cheek.

You feel him shiver at the contact of your lips and a low purr starts.

“I love when you purr. This is soooo… Adorable.” You nuzzle your nose to his cheek.

“Glad you appreciate this quirk of mine.” He takes your hand and guides you back to your ship.

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Thrawn gallantly opens the flying car’s door to you and extends his hand for you to take support, you’re in no heels so you don’t need to but you still take his hand. He escorts you under the shining lights of the Pinnacle, everything is golden and sparkly and you can hear classical music coming from the dining rooms inside. You walk on the marble floor, trying not to slip on your long dress concealing your hideous mechanical legs. All around you the guests are as prestigious as Thrawn, you recognize Governors, Ambassadors, Moffs and you’re almost afraid you’ll cross paths with Tarkin. The footman guides you two to your table and the decadence starts. They brought you different entree and side dishes to start with numerous types of exotic breads.

How are you supposed to eat a full course dinner with so many plates? You’re only at the first entrees and you’re already practically full. You try your best to keep your manners in check to not shock anyone around you while Thrawn is more relaxed, his naturally elegant manners are surely not a problem for him.

“I think I am already full.” You sigh when you see another entree of vegetables is brought to your table.

“I told you not to eat too much at noon.” Thrawn grins slightly, taking a sip of water from his crystal glass.

“I was under the impression that the chic restaurants’ portions were ridiculously small.”

“You have been proven wrong.”

He keeps to plain water while you indulge in pricey champagne and wines, but knowing the place it must be pure source water of some mountain somewhere. You observe the dining room you’re in, it imitates the rococo style of some former human empire you don’t really know much about, Thrawn knows however and you let him narrate every style choices of the architecture and its cultural meaning. Him who’s usually so silent speaks so much when it comes to art and you gladly shut up and listen to his deep melodic voice explaining to you why the crystals of the chandelier are of such color and not another one. You eat all his words up, asking questions to keep him going and he gladly answers, serving you long tirades as you eat your expensive seafood.

The room is circular with a dance floor at the center, circled by the dinner tables. The musicians are on a balcony, presiding over the dining room. The floor is a waxed, shiny wooden floor supporting different white stone columns. The walls are white with golden moldings and decorations of  nymphs and fauns.

The food is delicious, rich and creamy, melting on your tongue. You almost moan of pleasure at each bite. This is so good!

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Thrawn asks softly.

“This is a delicious soiree, Thrawn. Thank you so much.” You smile brightly at him.

“My pleasure.” 

Finally the main courses are coming, the dinner finally advances.

The waiters brought you your dish under a cloche for the reveal. They come in perfect synchrony and rise up the cloche.

Your smile dies down and your stomach sinks immediately.

Meat…

You feel a cold sweat down your spine and nausea rise.

Not meat.

Everything but that.

Since that revelation…

“I said no meat for us.” Thrawn immediately warns the waiters with an icy cold tone. “Send it back immediately.” The tone calls for no discussion and the waiters turn back with the dishes in their hands, apologizing profusely.

One of the butlers sees you sending back the plates and comes checking in.

“Is everything alright Sir and Ma’am?”

You just take your napkin to your mouth, holding your stomach uncomfortably.

“No.” Thrawn answers darkly, “I specifically asked for no meat dishes for me and my fiance when I reserved and one still managed to find its way to us.”

“I am truly sorry Sir, it is intolerable. I will castigate my teams as they deserve. Maybe another bottle of wine free of charge would appease you?” He commercially proposes.

“I need fresh water…” You weakly inform.

“Of course, Ma’am. Right away.” And like that, he is gone.

Thrawn extends his open hand to you. You weakly meet him with yours, trembling.

“Are you alright, Cha’cah?” He gently asks, with worry in his eyes.

“I… I think it will pass.” You say as the malaise slowly dissipates.

You can’t touch meat since that day… You can’t even smell it without being violently sick.

“I am sorry, do you want some fresh air on the patio?”

“No… No, it’s good.” You deeply breath in and out, searching for another subject to take your mind off of it “Say, what does “cha’cah”means? It isn’t the first time I hear you say it.”

“Well, “ He smiles enigmatically, caressing your finger with his “In cheuhn it means “beloved” or “most dear”.” 

You feel your cheeks heating up instantly, you almost want to hide your face behind the menu.

“Oh…”

“Does it displease you?” He tilts his head.

“No! No at all.” You reassure him. “It is… It’s an honor for me to be called such by you.” You say embarrassed and heart puffing up with love.

He leans over to gallantly kiss your hand. You feel your heart on the verge of explosion.

“I am glad.”

“Can I give you a pet name too?”

“Of course, I would be honored.”

“Love?”

“I would be most touched.”

“Darling?”

“It sounds sweet to my ears with your voice.” He caresses your hand fondly.

The butler comes back with a jug full of water and ice and a second one with an expensive red wine bottle.

“Would this appease the worries we caused you?”

Thrawn takes the bottle to check it.

“It is acceptable.” He just responds, keeping them on their toes for what they’ve done to you “Bring me some fruit juice, I am tired of water.”

The butlers bow down and leave you for your dinner.

Red fish is brought to you with a creamy herbal sauce. You eat slower to not upset your sensitive stomach and you still feel yourself trembling a bit. Thrawn serves you another champagne glass when his juice reach your table.

“I would like to raise toast.” He announce to you.

“Oh!” You take your glass in hand, “In what honor?”

“Yours. I did not have the time to congratulate you for your recent promotion.”

That’s right! 

Your promotion to Commander.

You were so excited to see Thrawn for a week you completely forgot about that.

“Is that why you asked for juice?” You cheekily ask.

“I was not envisioning myself raising a toast with plain water.” He humbly confesses “I am happy to be able to celebrate it at your side tonight, cha’cah. My congratulations, you deserve it.”

You clink your crystal glasses and take a sip.

“Would you offer me this dance?” He asks standing up.

Your sip almost goes the wrong way.

“I… Right now? Here?”

“Yes.” He looks you in the eyes, resoluted.

“Its just… I only managed to walk with those legs, I’m not sure I can…”

“A good thing is the man who leads, then. Take support on me, Cha’cah, I will hold you firmly.”

You take his hand after hesitation and you walk to the center of the room, where other couples are already dancing. He places his hand firmly on your lower back, pressing you against him and takes your hand gently in his.

“We are not supposed to be this close.” You remind him with a side smile.

“What if I want you that close to me?” He responds without missing a beat and starts waltzing with you in his arms.

You twirl in your deep green dress like wings, a bit unsure of your legs at first but you quickly find your rhythm and dance with all your soul with him.

“Thrawn! You’ve been practicing?” You realize suddenly.

You remember the Academy ball, he managed to save his face for one dance but the way was long and tortuous, but now he seems so much more at ease, sure of his steps and not fighting against you.

“I asked Commodore Faro to help me.” He reveals.

You can’t help but laugh imagining them both trying to dance in Thrawn’s office, Karyn must have had so much difficulty to bring him to such a level.

“Well, she did a really great job. You are a fine dancer now.”

“Thank you.” He slightly bows his head to the compliment, “You still have it yourself.”

You dance, wrapped in the melody, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, eyes fixed on his face.

“Why such a blissful smile?” He asks, maybe a bit embarrassed to be fixed that close?

“You’re just so gorgeous.” You say unembarrassed, “And that tail coat suits you so well. You are such a handsome man I sometimes wonder how you can be real and how I managed to have you.”

He lets out a humble chuckle.

“Thank you for all those compliments. I ask myself the same questions about you.”

You feel your cheeks burning again and you press your cheek against his chest to hide your face from his gaze.

You keep turning, waltzing among the other couples, close to each other. You focus yourself on his beating heart like a soothing melody.

And finally the waltz ends.

“Follow me to the balcony.” He murmurs in your ear.

The night is fresh and the balcony is empty of people but full of flowers and plants. You caress one leaf with the tip of your finger as Thrawn closes the glass door behind you.

“(Y/n)?”

You turn to him with a little smile, awaiting fo him to speak his mind. He comes close to you and kisses your hand delicately again, his other hand comes caressing your cheek, you can’t help but lean into his palm with a contented smile.

“(Y/n)(F/n), I love you.” He says so low you barely hear him.

He presses his forehead to yours, still caressing your cheek.

“Do I have the permission to kiss you?” He asks.

Your heart skip a beat and your stomach ties itself in knots.

Your first kiss, finally.

“Do I?” He repeats at your silence.

“Yes!” You exclaim with joy and and excitation “Yes you have it!”

“Close your eyes, please.”

You close them immediately and lick your lips, ravenous, excited like a child.

“I am going to kiss you now.” He murmurs, holding both of your cheeks.

You feel his breath on your lips then an incredibly tender sensation and warmth as your lips finally meet. The kiss is soft, light, overflowing with love but you feel real fireworks in your stomach. His thumbs gently caress your cheeks and you hear yourself growling for more. You feel his lips stretch in a small smile and a faint purr starts. You circle his shoulders with your arm and hold the back of his head to deepen the kiss. He obliges and the soft kiss becomes something more, something ravenous and full of desires. You feel his hands sneaking their way in your back, pressing you together to his hot body. The purr is now loud and echoes in the night. You hungrily respond to his kiss, parting your lips for him to enter. He gently bites down your lower lips before kissing you again, entering your mouth to meet your tongue, hugging and dancing with it.

He reluctantly parts with you when he feels you panting for air, by reflex you try to follow his lips as he moves away to not end the kiss but he stops you in your track with a peck on the tip of your nose. You pant heavily, eyes darken with lust and desire and the feeling to be deprived of a tasty candy.

“There will be more.” He promises you to calm you down.

You damn well hope there will be more kisses!

But for now he gently holds you close on that fancy balcony, cradled by the sweet music and the laugh of the guests and for the first time in months you finally feel truly at peace.

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The kisses are hungry and heavy, robbing you both of your breath. You don’t know how but he manages to open the door of the apartment without stopping to kiss you. You enter, almost tripping on one another and the door closes back to give you intimacy.

You deeply growl, burying your nails in his vest, almost tearing the expensive fabric apart. You suddenly push him down the sofa and he lends with a “oof.”. you don’t leave him time to ask questions, you straddle his laps and embrace him with your arms.

“Eager, are you not?” He manages to mock between your kisses.

“You have no idea.” You answer darkly, filled with a dark energy.

You dishevel his black blue hair, biting down his lips harshly. By instinct you start humping his thighs and moan against his lips. You feel his burning red gaze on you, embolding you.

“Do you like how I kiss you?” You ask between two kisses.

“Yes. Very much so.” He breathes in response.

He takes a fistful of your hair while grabbing your butt. You moan against his mouth, letting your hands travel south to his belt. You try to unfasten it,clumsy with your haste, shaking with excitement, but his hands come to seize yours, immobilizing them.

You look at him without understanding.

“No, Cha’cah.” He simply says “Not tonight.”

You lower your shoulders, clearly disappointed.

“Oh… Did I do something?” You worry.

“No.” He shakes his head and kisses your cheek. “This is me. I am the only one at fault.”

He keeps peppering your face with peck as you register that he just served you the bullshit “it’s not you it’s me.” excuse.

So you definitely did something. 

You must have.

But what?

Away from your inner turmoil, Thrawn captures your lips again for a softer kiss.

“Hold me close, cha’cah.” He murmurs in your ear.

So you hug him tight as he kisses your neck, his hands on your back, cradling you.

But you can’t help thoughts spinning in your head.

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He sighs.

Tonight again he can’t bear to sleep next to you.

He feels his body tensing up and his muscles rolling under his skin. His breath is short and his heart pounds in his chest. He gives a side glance at your asleep self, face relaxed and breath deep as you sleep soundly.

He must get out of this bed, of this bedroom.

The kiss was a bad idea, he regrets it now. He takes a very needed cold shower and heads to the living room and lays down the sofa for another night again.

Away from you.

He sighs again, much more at ease and comfortable and finally drifts off to sleep.

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Day 9 of the BG3 Fic February Challenge

I am once again swapping today's SFW prompt for an NSFW prompt that I made...SFW. More or less.

I mean is there anything "safe for work" about being stuffed in a wardrobe with Halsin, let's be real

I digress. Read on, adventurous and friendly readers. And pretend that Last Light Inn has way more rooms than it actually does.

Check out my masterlist of BG3 fics here!

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9. Tav/Durge and LI are forced to share a confined space or bedroll together before they confess how they feel (NSFW #12)

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Last Light Inn was livelier than ever before, now that Ardynn and her team had saved all the prisoners from Moonrise Towers. It was a wonder they all had somewhere to stay, but the inn was large and had many rooms, not to mention plenty of space to camp just outside. So long as they stayed within Isobel’s moonshield dome, of course.

Ardynn had claimed a small table for her own, trying to plan for their next task in the morning. They were to visit the Thorm mausoleum, to seek, possibly to kill, a mysterious figure named Balthazar. Whatever was down there also held the secret to Ketheric’s immortality, so they should be prepared for anything when they entered. Too bad no one seemed to know what they ought to expect. Jaheira had only shaken her head when Ardynn asked earlier.

“I did not go that far inside,” she’d said. “Once Ketheric Thorm was sealed away, I left. After that…well…” She gestured out, toward the shadows beyond.

Ardynn tapped her fingers restlessly against the table, shifting pages of notes this way and that before glancing around the inn. She could see all her companions in various places. Karlach and Wyll lounged at the bar, opposite Rolan and his siblings. Gale sat in some far corner, nose in a book. Astarion and Shadowheart shared a table, looking catlike as they bent their heads together and whispered conspiratorially to each other. Gossiping, she assumed, perhaps about the Ironhand gnomes hardly a table away. Lae’zel was…Ardynn glanced out the window to her left. Ah, Lae’zel was outside, hacking at a target dummy. Training, as always. Which just left…

Halsin.

Ardynn paused, surveying the room again. No sign of the tall druid anywhere. She got up and peered into the bunk room where Art Cullagh lay sleeping. Not there either. She frowned, retreating back into the main room, crossing to where Jaheira was. Isobel had joined her at her table and they were sharing a light meal and soft conversation.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Ardynn said, smiling apologetically. “Have either of you seen Halsin? I was hoping to ask him something.”

“Ah, the Archdruid?” Jaheira asked. She waved her hand absently. “He is upstairs somewhere. The children were getting underfoot and he agreed to entertain them up there.”

“I believe they’re playing a game,” Isobel said. “I do hope he’s keeping them out of my room. I locked the door, but…” She shrugged.

A game? Ardynn glanced up at the balcony that wrapped around the entire main room, doors leading to other rooms. She didn’t immediately see Halsin, but she did spy one of the tiefling children scurrying from one room to the next, smothering their giggles in their hands.

“Thank you,” Ardynn said. “I’ll leave you to your dinner and...make sure the children aren’t invading your room, Isobel.”

She ascended the stairs up to the second floor, nearly running into one of the children, Mirkon, the moment she stepped onto the landing. 

“Oh! Sorry, miss!” He started to move around her and stopped. “Wait. Have you come to play with us, too?”

Ardynn crouched down to Mirkon’s level, giving him a smile. “That depends. What are we playing?”

“Everyone’s playing hide and seek! Only, we’ve changed the rules.” Mirkon giggled. “Mister Halsin is the one hiding, and the rest of us have to find him. We have to be very, very quiet about it though, because once we find him, we hide with him. Last one to find him loses.”

Ardynn tilted her head. It couldn’t be that hard to find Halsin, could it? He was as tall as a house. Yet, when she looked around the top floor, counting the children she saw hurrying quietly from one spot to the next (one of them peeked into a box that was certainly much too small to hold Halsin, to her amusement) she counted all the tiefling children that had made it to Last Light. Umi, Ide, Mirkon, and Mattis.

No Mol. Ardynn still hadn’t found Mol. She hoped she was all right.

So four children looking for one man and not succeeding. Either the children just weren’t very good at seeking, or Halsin had found a very clever hiding spot. She supposed he might also be cheating, but in the short time she had come to know him, he didn’t seem the type.

Mirkon looked around furtively before leaning in to whisper, “You don’t have any ideas about where he might be, do you?”

Ardynn made a show of thinking. “Hmm. Well, he must be somewhere on the second floor. And he must be somewhere that can hide a very big person.” She tapped her cheek, pretending to ponder. “Have you checked under every bed?”

Mirkon gasped. “He can fit under there? I have to go check now.” He immediately dashed away, disappearing into one of the other rooms. Ardynn smiled to herself and got back to her feet.

Never would she have thought she would have to track down Halsin…again. She walked around the landing, peering into each room as the children went in and out. She supposed he probably could be hiding under someone’s bed, but then the children would have found him by now. Something else then…

She stepped into one of the rooms, peering around at all the furniture. Her eyes landed on a particularly large wardrobe with double doors, nearly tall enough to reach from floor to low ceiling. One of the doors was ever so slightly ajar. A hint. Perhaps even an invitation.

She turned her gaze away, pretending to do a sweep of the room, looking anywhere but the wardrobe, but keeping her ears sharp. There. It was subtle, quiet, but she heard the telltale creak weight on of wood. Not from the floorboards—Last Light Inn was plenty full of creaking floorboards—but something close. The tenor was just slightly different.

Still pretending to look around, she moved slowly closer and closer to the wardrobe. Finally she paused in front of it, staring at the crack between the doors. She could see nothing from where she stood except darkness. Her heart started to race a little in her chest as she reached for one of the small iron handles—

Only to stop. Why was she so nervous? This was silly. Why was she playing the children’s games when she had plans to make? She hesitated, staring at the wardrobe door.

Behind her, the door to the room flew open with a bang and she whirled, hand nearly to her dagger before her mind caught up with her. It was one of the other kids, Mattis.

“What the—oh, it’s you. I was hoping it was Bear Man.” Mattis looked around the room a moment before shaking his head. “I could have sworn…” He peeked under the bed and then behind one of the curtains before leaving the room by another door, walking out onto the balcony outside.

Ardynn pressed a hand to her chest, closing her eyes and trying to calm her pounding heart. Honestly, she had been less frightened when she played hide and seek with Oliver and his terrifying shadow “parents.” This was getting ridiculous.

She opened her eyes to another creak of wood behind her, only to see out of the corner of her vision a bark-clad arm. Before she could react or even make a noise, the arm curled around her waist and pulled her backward, into the depths of the wardrobe, the door swinging shut and enclosing her in darkness.

She wriggled out of his grip, turning to face him, cheeks blazing hot. “Hal—“

He pressed his fingers to her lips, silencing her. There was a mischievous glimmer in his hazel eyes, but he shook his head, lifting one finger to his own lips. He pointed toward a thin line of light, the seam between the wardrobe doors.

Ardynn heard the sound of light, short footsteps. The footsteps of a child. She and Halsin bent their heads closer together, peering through the crack in the doors. Just outside, the lavender-skinned girl, Ide, stepped into view. She frowned, looking around the room. When her orange gaze swept toward the wardrobe, Ardynn’s breath hitched. Would she come check the wardrobe? What would she say if she found Halsin and Ardynn both inside?

“Mattis?” Ide asked.

“Out here!” came the distant reply from outside. Ide hurried across the room and out onto the balcony.

Ardynn breathed a small sigh of relief. They were safe—for now.

It was only then that she realized how close they were to one another. Her cheek was nearly pressed to his chest, his hand now on her shoulder rather than silencing her with his fingers. His body curved over hers, forced to hunch in the confined space of the wardrobe, his head bent toward her. When he gave his own sigh, his breath stirred her hair and tickled one ear. She had to suppress a shiver.

She forced herself as far back as possible inside the cramped space, but all it did was afford them a few inches between them.

He barely seemed to notice. He merely gave her a smile, as though none of this were remotely unusual. “I didn’t know you had joined the children’s game,” he said softly, keeping his voice low.

“I—I wasn’t—“ She stopped, a little baffled, and then shook her head. “Aren’t you a little big to be hiding in wardrobes?” she whispered.

He chuckled, his laughter warm and low. This close, she nearly felt it rumbling in his chest. “I confess I may have chosen my hiding spot a little poorly. Then again, few spots seemed suitable for a man of my size.” 

That was an understatement. This had to be the biggest wardrobe in Last Light, and he still had to fold himself down a little to fit inside. Ardynn, slight and short, had a much easier time fitting. Or she would have, had two thirds of the space not been taken up by a giant bear druid.

As if in response to her unspoken thoughts, he shifted, attempting to turn so that he was more fully facing her, only to find his broad shoulders wedged uncomfortably between the back wall of the wardrobe and one of the doors. He grunted softly and shifted again, freeing one arm but nearly pushing open the door. Ardynn hurried to catch hold of it and keep it closed, leaning forward right as his arm came up, his hand brushing against her side and bumping briefly against her breast.

He snatched his hand back quickly, causing his elbow to thunk against another wall of the wardrobe. “Ah—my apologies, I—“

“Shh! Do you want them to hear us?” She pretended not to notice his touch, though her cheeks were burning, peering once more through the crack in the door. He shifted, restless, before eventually raising his arm and pressing his hand to the far wall of the wardrobe, his arm extending over her shoulder.

“Perhaps I ought to wild-shape into a cat,” he whispered. She looked up to find him somehow even closer, his head bowed nearer hers. “But I fear that may be unfair to the children. I wouldn’t want them to mistake me for a cousin of His Majesty downstairs and think I’ve disappeared for good.”

“You would think they would know to look inside large wardrobes,” she whispered back, crossing her arms. But then she rethought that decision, since all it did was take up the scant space between them so that her forearms were nearly brushing his broad chest. She uncrossed them again, unsure where to put her hands. She settled for pressing them against her legs.

Gods but he was close. If she breathed deep enough her chest would brush his. And with his hand pressed to the wall behind her, his body looming over hers—not that he had much choice—the size difference between them just felt that much more intense. She felt as though she could curl up into a ball and snuggle herself into the curve of his body and no one would be able to find her until she emerged again.

If only.

It struck her suddenly that this was the closest she had ever been to Halsin. In battle they were often meters apart, him charging ahead as a bear or casting spells from afar while she took up a spot with high ground to rain arrows down over their enemies. At camp, his tent was pitched far away from everyone else. The closest they had been before now must have been at meal times and on the road, where she might have occasionally brushed arms with him as they walked or touched her knee with his as they sat cross-legged side by side around the fire.

She'd never before been close enough to feel his breath on her skin, or feel the heat of his body warming her own. She'd never been so close that she had to tilt her head further back just to gaze up at him. She'd never been so close that he took up the entire field of her vision.

She had to change the subject, or distract herself, fast. She cast about for ideas, trying to remember why she wanted to talk to him in the first place.

“I’m a little surprised to see you playing games,” she breathed. “We haven’t cured these lands just yet.”

She knew the subject of the shadow curse was all-encompassing for him, but as soon as she said it, she regretted it. At her reference to the shadow-cursed lands, his face turned grave, a shadow passing over his expression.

“The...children deserve a night to forget about the darkness every now and again,” he murmured, his gaze dropping away from her face. “I had hoped Thaniel would join us, but...he is not strong enough yet. He rests at our camp now, with Scratch and the owlbear to keep him company.”

His gaze grew distant, eyes trained on some spot just to her left, his thoughts moving on without her. As his eyebrows drew together to form a crease of worry, a pang of guilt gripped her chest. She shouldn't have brought it up. He didn’t say anything else for a long moment, his mind clearly on Thaniel, and she didn't know what to say to bring back the levity from before.

She reached out and took his hand, the one at his side, clasping it in both of hers and holding it between them. “We’re not going to leave him half-healed, Halsin,” she whispered. “I promise. Once we defeat Ketheric…Thaniel will be whole again. We’re going to see this through. I promise.”

He stared at her a moment, as if surprised. But then his expression softened. The hand pressed to the wall of the wardrobe moved, landing heavily on her shoulder. 

“I do not deserve you, you know,” he breathed. “I have asked so much of you, and you have already done more than I require. Thaniel has both halves of himself, thanks to you. I wish…I wish I did not have to ask more of you, but I…”

“Halsin.” His name ghosted from her lips, partly a sigh. She leaned imperceptibly closer, having to tilt her head up to keep his face in view. “I agreed to fix this shadow curse. That means curing Thaniel too. I’m not going to go back on that promise.”

His gaze searched hers in the darkness, his lips parted with words he seemed hesitant to say. She wished—foolishly wished, longed, even—that he would close what scant distance remained between them and just kiss her. She had dreamed about it for days, hoping that whatever barrier he kept between them might eventually crumble and he might see her as more than just an ally dedicated to a cause. She thought she saw some of that happening now. She couldn’t possibly be imagining the way his gaze dipped down to her lips or the tightening grip of his hand on her shoulder. Could she?

Just one kiss, she prayed silently. One secret kiss, tucked away in this cramped wardrobe, where it could stay forever, just so long as she could say she knew what it was to kiss Halsin just the once.

She felt him shift, felt her breath hitch in her chest, her lips parting in anticipation— 

The wardrobe doors flew open with the sound of a child’s delighted gasp and Ardynn flinched back, pressing herself as far from Halsin's body as she could get in that wardrobe. As light flooded in, nearly blinding Ardynn with its suddenness, she heard Ide’s voice.

“AHA! I found y—wait! Miss Ardynn, I didn’t know you were playing!”

[rorywritesjunk]

There's no race, no ending in sight

r rating. title comes from "two of us on the run" by lucius

(enjoy. since i'm so invested in this now i wanted to do a ✨flashback✨ part and i love emporio ivankov and been hyping myself up on trans croc lately too so... this happened. mentions surgery but nothing graphic, threats to others safety. also mentions of someone's first time)

taglist: @hey-august @thoraeth

pt 1 + pt 2 + p3 + p4 + pt 5 + p6 + pt 7 +Pt 8 + Pt 9 + Pt 10 + Pt 11 + Pt 12 + Pt 13 + Pt 14 + Pt 15 + pt 16 + Pt 17 (End)

Pt 9

twenty years ago

"I'm sorry, what?" The nineteen year old looked confused by the demand. Sunny had only been at the job for five years, she still had so much to learn, but this customer came in, one she had seen frequently in the last year, making adjustments to their clothes when it didn't feel right in the arms, the chest, hips, and length.

"I said marry me, shop girl." The cigar smoke was awful, lingering in the air as it dissipated. He was grinning at her.

"M-Mister Crocodile, I can't. I'm only half way through my apprenticeship and... and we don't know each other very well." Sunny tried to reason with him. Why would he want to marry her? "Besides, um, I'm not... ready for marriage."

He chuckled, reaching across the counter to touch her cheek gently; she shuddered, his touch was dry and coarse, like sandpaper against her skin. "It's not in your best interest to say no to me, girl, not when I can show you everything in the world, all the riches you could ever want, the prettiest clothes you could ever wear."

"I don't-"

"Saying no to me means you care little for your friends and family, you know. It won't be hard to destroy their livelihoods in an instant." He continued, tilting her head to look up at him. He was so much taller than her, larger even, that she was scared. Was he threatening Miss Pins and her parents? Why? Why did he want her out of countless others?

"But-"

"Just say yes."

Sunny's eyes widened. She didn't know or understand what this man could be capable of but she feared him. She couldn't risk her family being hurt or her boss. She didn't want to die either, not yet.

"Promise?" She asked as he studied her face, raising an eyebrow at her question. "Promise... you won't hurt me o-or my family. And... and I'll marry you."

His face split into a grin. "Good girl. I'll make sure you're happy."

~

Sunny didn't understand where they were. A man taller than her husband greeted them as they arrived on a new island, calling him "Croc-boy" which Sunny found kind of funny. They'd been married three months now and while he would call her darling, she hadn't thought of a pet name for him yet. Nothing seemed to work for him.

"Who's this sweet young thing?" The man asked Crocodile, giving Sunny a look over. She stood beside her husband, trying not to stare up at either of them. She felt so small beside them even without the height difference.

"My wife." Crocodile said as the three started walking along. "I decided to get married before coming to you."

"Hello! I'm Sunny." She said, not wanting to be rude. "I, um, like your outfit."

The outfit being a one piece leotard with very little front, showing off his chest and stomach. Despite working with clothing, Sunny wasn't quite used to seeing someone that exposed but she shook it off. Her parents and boss always taught her not to judge someone's clothes or how they presented themselves.

"She's cute." He chuckled. "My dear, I am Emporio Ivankov, but you can call me Iva if you please." He didn't hesitate in pulling Sunny away from her husband, having her walk beside her with Crocodile behind. "So, he's finally settling down. I hope he's treating you well."

"He... is." She said, glancing back at him. "Um, he's kind to me. I appreciate it." She looked back up at Iva. "Why are we here?"

"Oh, he didn't tell you?" Iva hummed softly. "Figures he wouldn't, but won't worry about it. You'll only be here a few weeks and then you can continue on your way."

~

A few weeks of Sunny staying by Crocodile, making sure he ate while checking his bandages with Iva. The marks on the side of his body looked fine, they healed quickly, but the ones on his chest would take longer, according to Iva. He couldn't use his abilities to take care of that.

Sunny didn't ask questions at first. Her husband wouldn't answer them anyway, but when she was making lunch for him, she finally had to ask Iva.

"I don't understand what you did or what happened."

"Oh, honey, your husband just wanted to be himself, that's all." Iva told her as Sunny put the bowl of soup on a tray. He looked her over again, a grin on his large face. "You really don't know your husband, do you?"

"No, not really." Sunny sighed. "I don't know if I even want to."

~

Sunny only saw her husband naked once before his visit with Iva. It was the only time he seemed uncomfortable around her, his unwanted body exposed to her. She was kind, not saying anything as she kissed him, unsure of what to do, but she told him she thought he looked so handsome, that his body was beautiful, being mindful where she touched him. She meant it. Sunny never wanted someone to feel uncomfortable around her.

After the surgery, however, he didn't have any problems with nudity around her. He seemed happier, more relaxed when he undressed around her, smirking at the way she stared at him as her cheeks reddened.

He was gentle with her the first time, knowing he was much larger than her, not wanting to hurt her or make it a horrible experience. It was a uncomfortable for Sunny but only because she didn't now what she needed to do for him. He insisted she just needed to let him do everything and that she just needed to enjoy herself.

~

She was allowed to visit her parents a few times. It was awkward introducing her husband to them. He really didn't care to meet them but he put up a front of loving husband, gifting them jewels, spices, and other things from around the world.

Her parents weren't stupid but Sunny insisted she was fine and that she was happy with him. He took good care of her and loved her, never raised his voice at her or threatened to hurt her. Everything was fine.

~

She didn't like Alabasta. It was too hot, dry, and she hated spending most of her time at home. Sometimes her husband would bring her to his casino, and sometimes she'd put on different clothes and sneak out to walk around the town but it wasn't often.

When that boy in the straw hat showed up and defeated her husband, allowing him to be arrested by the Marines, she finally felt free, even after interrogation after interrogation, she insisted she knew nothing, that she thought her husband just ran a casino and everything, she had no understanding of what he had been up to or what Baroque Works even was.

Which was a lie, Sunny knew more than others thought. She had listened in on some of his conversations when she'd bring him lunch and he'd hold her in his lap, giving her a kiss on the cheek while having a meeting over a transponder snail or in front of others. They didn't make any comments about his wife. They knew better.

~

Her freedom didn't last long. He managed to track her down in a little village far from Impel Down. She wasn't sure how he did, but seeing him again after time apart was heartbreaking. She didn't want to return to him but he maintained his original threat when they got married: he would never hurt her but the same couldn't be said for her family.

~

"I'm sorry, a clown owns you money?" Sunny thought that was the funniest sounding sentence to her and she snorted. "Why did you loan him money in the first place?"

"There was promise of repayment." Her husband replied, stubbing out his cigar on his plate. She had made him breakfast, one of the few things she enjoyed doing for him. She took a sip of her coffee and frowned.

"Huh." She grinned. "Good luck getting it back. Maybe he spent it all on peanuts for an elephant or something."

"I don't see how this is amusing, darling."

"It's not, really, but the idea of a clown owing you money is funny to me." She shrugged. "Have you talked to him about getting it back?"

"Not yet." He sighed. Sunny nodded and set her coffee cup down, sitting up in her seat.

"Can I go talk to him?"

Crocodile looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Why would you want to?"

"Something to do." She shrugged again. "I'll talk to him and see if we can come up with an agreement about paying you back in a timely fashion, how does that sound?"

"We'll talk about after lunch." He said as he got up. "I have things to tend to."

[l0serloki]

ever so pampered chamber with a reader that doesn't take care of herself?

Chamber x Reader

WC : 710

Summary : You’re too caught up in other things to take care of yourself. Good thing Chamber is here to save the day.

CW : self doubt, self neglect, passing out

A/N : i swear to god I’m getting pissed off,, I’ve tried to upload this twice and tumblr said fuck you. Anyways, I loved the idea and had two ideas for it. Maybe in the future I’ll write the other. Thank you for the request!!

You loved Chamber. He was what kept you looking forward to the future. To say you spoiled him was an understatement - you would do anything he asked. He was always setting his head down in your lap asking for head pats or rubs on his back. You pampered the man with massages and kisses, even making him dinner sometimes! You didn’t want him to have to worry much about you with the stress he went through at work.

You hadn’t really noticed the lack of sleep, food, or really care you were giving yourself. Busy with working on projects with KJ during the day and getting your most out of your time with Chamber, it was your least priority. That was until you had passed out.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” KJ’s voice floated around your head, your eyes unable to open. That was the last thing you remember before waking up.

“Y/N! You’re awake!” You turned to face Sage, eyes groggy with sleep. “Why am I here?” You questioned the woman and she hummed.

“You are not taking care of yourself, that is why. You passed out in KJ’s lab and have been asleep for the past 12 hours. It’s about 10 am now - you should go home. Chamber was really worried about you but I kicked him out. I also talked to Brim for you two to have the week off, don’t let it happen again Y/N.”

You weren’t surprised but it was a bit embarrassing that it hadn’t gotten to this point. You thanked Sage before walking out to make your way back to your apartment.

Unlocking the door, you walked into your shared apartment. You were met with the sound of Chamber’s classical music filling the air.

“Oh mon cœur, you’re finally home.” Chamber had ran towards you, pulling you into a tight embrace. “I was so worried about you. I talked with Sage. You should’ve told me you were stressed! I’m sorry I didn’t even notice sooner..” His voice trailed off, arms rubbing circles in your back. You kissed at the flesh of his neck, glad to be in his warmth.

You felt like crying. You hadn’t wanted him to worry about you but yet here you were, stuck in this predicament. Could you not even do simple tasks right?

“To be honest, I didn’t even notice it much myself. I just really wasn’t focused. No reason to feel bad - I just need to be more on top of it.” Your voice wavered, tears threatening to fall.

“My love, there is no need to cry or feel bad. I would be in the same boat if it weren’t for you. You always spoil me and keep me on schedule.” His warm hands wiped at your cheeks, delicate lips smothering you in kisses.

After standing in each others embrace for a few minutes, Chamber spoke up. “Well I will be watching out for you more. You mean a lot to me and I want to pamper you. I should’ve been doing this more often anyways. I love you.”

“I love you too, Vin.” You could feel yourself coo at his words, honored that he cared so much.

“On another note, I made dinner for us. Come and have a look.” Vincent shuffled you along to the kitchen, the table set up even with candles and wine glasses.

“Well doesn’t this look lovely..” You pecked his cheek as you sat down, getting comfortable. “I sure hope so. I tried my best with it!”

The two of you talked about past dreams and random mishaps in life, downing a bottle of wine in the process.

“I wasn’t trying to get you drunk mon amour, I just wanted a nice little date night.” He cheekily picked you up bridal style, carrying you into the bedroom. “Yeah well it’s my week off mister, I’ll drink if I want to.” You booped his nose as his hands slid the sheets over you. “I suppose you are right, rest easy ma belle. We have a good week ahead of us.” The two of you met in a heated kiss before he pulled away. You could only smile - you did have a good week ahead of you.

[dragonsarecool]

Febwhump Day 12 - Semi-Conscious

A/N: Marty's head injury from his arrival in 1885 turns for the worse. An alternate opening to Part III.

Seamus was well and truly at a loss.

The strange man who had (seemingly) come out of nowhere and collapsed onto his fence had been in his home for two days, and apart from a brief attempt to stand immediately after the accident, was still yet to regain consciousness.

If anything, he seemed to be growing worse, as Maggie confirmed the lad was now running a decent fever. She'd replaced the cool cloth on his forehead multiple times over the last few hours, yet he continued to remain oblivious to the outside world as his skin grew warmer by the hour. They'd managed to get some fluids and a tiny bit of soup into him, but he otherwise remained stubbornly unconscious. Even an introduction to Maggie's most powerful bath salts wasn't enough to rouse him, and given Seamus knew firsthand how sore one's sinuses were after exposure to them, he realised this man's condition was serious and was showing no signs of improvement.

It hadn't surprised either of the McFlys that the man was muttering various pieces of nonsense in his sleep. Both had seen their fair share of raging fevers and the delirious state of mind that came with it. What had surprised them was the young man's persistence usage of a certain name, and how he'd been screaming it in utter anguish.

Seamus had had to stop him from falling out of the bed during one of his hallucinations. The boy kept raving about a bolt of lightning, pleading for a 'Doc Brown' to avoid it. He yelled and swore with an energy that almost seemed unnatural.

Seamus had never seen a man in such distress, and quickly realised he'd never forget it.

How the man had screamed himself hoarse as he sobbed and begged for his imaginary 'Doc' not to do it.

How bloodshot and swollen his eyes had been on the rare occasions when they were open.

How young the man truly seemed as he cried for his mother, apologising for a deed that was never revealed.

They'd finally managed to sit down for a meal in the early hours of the third morning, though the exhaustion plaguing both of them meant they ate slowly and in relative silence. It hadn't much of a discussion for both Seamus and Maggie to agree that the doctor was desperately needed.

However, Seamus decided it was time to share a thought he'd been experiencing since the man began his delirious shouting. "I've been wonderin', Maggie," He spoke between mouthfuls, "if he's talkin' about the blacksmith?"

Maggie snorted. "What? Emmett Brown? He can't possibly know him, Seamus!" She snapped, bouncing baby William on her lap as she took another mouthful of soup. "Look at his clothes! He's clearly not from around here. Maybe he's got a family member called Brown or something."

"Aye, I know. But I just…" Seamus was at a brief loss for words. "…I just gotta feeling that calling 'im is the right thing to do."

Maggie sighed deeply, realising she was about to indulge her husband yet again in one of his 'feelings'. Had she been in a more ideal state of mind, she probably would've said no. "Alright, Seamus, alright. When you've finished eatin', go see the doctor, and get 'im to fetch Emmett in the mornin'."

"Cheers, love." Seamus took a deep swig of his water. Hope this is a good feeling…

*****

The last person Doc had expected to see on his doorstop at seven AM was the town's doctor, carrying his briefcase and looking anxious. He brushed off his workshop gear, still covered in dust and dirt from the previous day's work. "Not open yet I'm afraid! Is there a problem, sir?"

The doctor adjusted his glasses and sighed. "Yes, sir. It's a bit of an unusual one, Mister Brown. I'm here on behalf of the McFlys."

Doc's stomach dropped. I haven't talked to them for a while! "Y-Yes? What-"

"Seamus left a note on my office window at some unholy hour this morning. They've been tending to a very unwell young man at their farm for a few days, and they seem to think he's related to you somehow," The doctor stated. "I haven't examined him yet as I've only just seen it, but I'm told he's been unconscious for sometime, and keeps saying your name."

It can't be him.

"Surely he means another Emmett?" Doc spoke nervously.

It can't be.

"No, no. Seamus was insistent that it was you."

It can't be! How the hell did he end up at the McFly farm of all places?!

"H-How old did you say this man is?" Doc realised he was stuttering, and prayed the doctor hadn't noticed his anxiousness. Please don't be him please don't be him-

"Not entirely sure, but they described him as fairly young-looking. Early twenties at most," The doctor fiddled with his tie, unfazed by Doc's jumpy mannerism. "Apparently he was sportin' the weirdest outfit they'd ever seen. Some sort of…pink jumpsuit…thing. They had to change him out of it as he was sweatin' so badly."

Dammit! Doc had to lean against the doorframe to stop his legs from giving out. Damn that kid…Goes directly against my orders and then nearly kills himself on his ancestor's farm. "And he's still at the farm?"

"Sure is. Seamus's got nothing to carry him in and he's in no state to ride into town," The doctor stood back, extending his arm outwards. "Can I assume you're intending to accompany me?"

Doc had already adorned his coat and hat before the doctor could finish speaking. He pushed past the physician, a steely gaze of determination etched into his face as he mounted the nearest horse. Marty McFly, don't you dare die on me…

*****

The ride to the McFly farm was forty-five minutes of pure hell for Doc.

Not that he minded riding horses; if anything, he thoroughly enjoyed having the wind rustling through his hair while witnessing one of the most efficient animals on the planet in action. What he would've appreciated was having some sort of background noise to distract him from his thoughts.

I don't know if it's a good thing or not that the doctor hasn't examined him yet. If he was seriously injured I doubt they would've come for me so soon. But anything could've happened to him! Scarlet fever, dysentery, influenza, infection, head trauma-

He was grateful for the interruption as the doctor called ahead to the McFlys, with Seamus waving frantically at the front of the house. It surprised Doc how exhausted the farmer looked, and it did nothing to ease his worries.

Doc barely acknowledged either of the McFlys as they were welcomed inside and led towards the 'mystery' young man. He had to restrain himself from running straight to Marty's side, instead observing with the McFly ancestors from the corner of the bedroom as the doctor began his examination.

He felt nauseous just looking at Marty.

Doc had never seen a person so unwell. The fact it was his best friend made it all the worse.

Marty's ghostly-white skin was slick with sweat, visible even in the candlelight. His hair was wet and matted in places, sticking out at uneven angles that would rival the hairstyles of the punks in 1985. As flushed as his cheeks were, Doc could see how much weight had fallen off them in the few days Marty had been here. Kid, what have you done to yourself?!

It only took a few minutes of examination for the doctor to produce a diagnosis. "He's definitely got a serious concussion. I'd call it a traumatic head wound, to be honest, especially given what Seamus told me about the fall. Plus this wound on his scalp has a nasty infection in it."

That's it? The words almost fell from Doc's mouth in disbelief. A concussion and infection? He looks like he's five minutes from death!

"I cleaned it as best I could, but…" Maggie trailed off, clearly feeling guilt in being unable to improve Marty's condition.

"You did the best you could, ma'am," The doctor reassured her. "If neither of you folks had found him, he'd likely be dead. In saying that though, if he doesn't start regaining consciousness this morning I'd like to move him into town for more intensive care."

He might as well be in this time period. Doc's thoughts quickly soured as the gravity of the situation set in. "How did come across you folks anyway?"

He never got the answer, for the room was suddenly filled with a glorious sound.

"…Doc?"

The voice was so hoarse that if the others hadn't heard it as well, Doc would've been convinced it was a hallucination. He dashed over to Marty, clasping the young man's clammy hand in his own as he felt his heart pounding in his throat. Damn…I gotta come up with a name for him!…Who's that Western guy Marty keeps referencing? Eastwood? "…Clint? Are you with us, son?"

"Is he family of yours?" Seamus asked tiredly. "Seems pretty fond of ya."

It took Doc a moment to conjure an answer. He gave a brief nod before gently stroking his fingers through Marty's hair. "We're so close that he might as well be my son." Good thing Marty's so out of it…I don't think I could admit it to his face.

Seemingly satisfied with that answer, Seamus nodded and wrapped an arm around his wife's shoulders. "We'll leave ya be for a while, Mister Brown. You don't mind if we steal some rest for ourselves?"

"Oh goodness, yes! Please, please go and sleep," Doc said hurriedly. "You've done so much for him already."

"I'll go set myself up to clean that wound, Mister Brown, but you're more than welcome to stay with him," The doctor grabbed his briefcase and headed for the kitchen. "Shan't be long."

No sooner than the door closed did Marty stir again. "Dad?…" He whispered weakly. His head lolled to the side as his eyes fluttered open, staring at Doc with a glaze that told him he still wasn't fully lucid. "Dad?"

At least you're awake. That's good enough for now. Doc smiled and patted the young man's hair comfortingly, checking that the others had indeed left the room before answering. "No, Marty. Not quite, but close enough."

[hopelesswritergall]

could u write something small about the reader and Finn Wolfhard cuddling together, just something fluffy that's all

Thank u :)

Lazy day

Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x reader

Please reblog, follow, ask and comment! We are almost at 100 followers and I'll do a fun event! Request status: OPEN!

"Finnnnnnnnn? Do we have to leave bed?" You guys were laying in bed with the TV on playing in the background. "I suppose not, we did enough interviews so I guess we can move this one till tomorrow darling." Finn and you were supposed to have an interview at 12 am but it was currently 10 am and neither of you wanted to move, being too comfortable in your bed. " Go make the call and after that more tea and cuddles mister." " Why am I giving in to you?" " Because you love me!" You blew him a sweet kiss as he went to grab his phone to call his manager. "No we won't make it to the interview, I'm sorry, uhmmmm the reason?" Finn gave you the 'help me I don't know what to say ' look. You loudly coughed so he could understand. "Y/N isn't feeling too well so a day rest and tea will help! Yeah will do bye!" Cue the giggles from you. " Tea and resting with you doesn't sound so bed love!" He has put his phone away and laid his head on your shoulder so you can brush his hair. " Let's stay like this for awhile Finn, just you and I."

[rose-smoke]

I'm on the internet, posin' as a little girl

I'm tryin' to lure evil into my world

I tell them that I'm curious, and I'm only 12

Mom and dad are gone for the day, and I'm by myself

Buckets of throw up, are next to my computer

Hopin' they'll show up, 'cause what I'm about to do to 'em

It would make the devil sick, I sharpen my blade

I'm frontin' to this perv like I'm only in the 7th grade

The doorbell rings I gotta get 'em inside

In my best little girl voice I'm like,

"Hi, come on in! I'm putting on my bikini!"

And when the door shuts, that's when I let them see me

"Hi there"

I stab them in the neck first, 'cause it hurts

Hit 'em where the blood squirts

Carve his whole face off, and make him eat it

Chain him up by his foot in the basement bleeding

I'm probably gonna to burn for this

Ain't no lesson to learn from this

There's nothing I'ma earn for this

But it sure is fun! I said it sure is fun!

I'm probably gonna to burn for this

Ain't no lesson to learn from this

There's nothing I'ma earn

But it sure is fun! I said its sure is fun!

'Cause people out there, don't think they deserve this

Until its your kid some old man is finger fuckin',

titty suckin', then you'll want the knife stuck in

I don't blame ya, that's why I catch them in advance

While his dick is still in his pants, they never get a chance

I tell them I'm alone and I'm only 13

Lookin' for a good time, ya know what I mean?

Bring me some Funions and a slurpy

Promise not to hurt me, or give me herpes

And within 20 minutes here comes a doctor

Knockin on my door, pedophile butt-knocker

"Come in have a seat!", And then I stroll in

With the all purpose hunting blade straight up his throat chin

I cut his hands off, he ain't touchin' nobody

Chain him up by the foot in the basement, bloody

"Please mister clown sir you don't have to do. ."

"Zip it"

"Please. please I got money"

"Shut it fucker!"

"Please! we can work this out"

"Silence I said"

Stick him next to this other fool, both left for dead

Every time I walk by 'em, I punch 'em in the head

Cut they fucking dicks off and stick them in each others mouths

Now what ya'll talkin' about?

I'm probably gonna to burn for this

Ain't no lesson to learn from this

There's nothing I'ma earn

But it sure is fun! I said its sure is fun!

I'm probably gonna to burn for this

Ain't no lesson to learn from this

There's nothing I'ma earn

But it sure is fun! I said its sure is fun!

The house is getting funky bodies in the basement, stinkin'

What the fuck am I thinkin'?

I put my face-paint on and go down stairs

And beat they ass some times, 'cause it ease my mind

Some of them are dead, and some of are still livin'

But I'm going to hurt them every chance that I'm given

I hit them with the nail gun or the stun gun

They cant run so they mad fun

I was sawin' the head off when I heard the doorbell

I'm not expectin' any predators, but oh well

I took my spot, "Come in, I'll be right there"

But I left a head sittin' on a living room chair

He seen it, ran, I had to give chase

We cut across the lawn with my knife cuttin' for his face

I threw it and stuck him in the back of the neck

Still in my drawers, I dragged him home a bloody wreck

"Ah help, some body any body!"

zip it

"Ah! please!"

Shut it the fuck up

"Ah!"

People are lookin! Silence!

A bus full of high-school kids watched it happen

And he kept screamin' like a pansy despite my slappin'

Plus the neighbors seen it, so did the mail-man

But they all never said anything 'bout it again

I'm probably gonna burn for this

Ain't no lesson to learn from this

There's nothing I'ma earn

But it sure is fun! I said its sure is fun!

I'm probably gonna to burn for this

Ain't no lesson to learn from this

There's nothing I'ma earn

But it sure is fun! I said its sure is fun!

[immajustvibehere]

Pls give us part 2 of “Captured & Captivated”. That was so good🥵

I really thought I wouldn't write another part. But here I am 😔

Captured & Captivated

Part 2

Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader

warning: filthy, low honor, non consent (unfortunately, I can't write smut or this would have gone differently heh)

summary: After the bounty hunter had granted you your freedom, but left you to fend for yourself half-naked, you rejoin him at the fire. Spending the night at his camp would surely increase your chance of survival, right?

Part 1 here!

1700 words, 12 minutes reading time

“What’s your name, mister?”, you asked, covering your bare breasts with your knees and having your arms resting upon them. The fire warmed you moderately well. It was better than hiding in the bushes, that’s for sure.

"None of your concern, sweetheart", he answered. His voice was low but dripped in honey. You had the feeling he wanted to impress you. He wanted you to stay and not run off, or he wouldn't have offered the possibility to join him at the fire. You eyed him suspiciously.

"Jus' makes conversation more complicated...", you mumbled.

He gave no answer to that, only shook his head slightly.

"Got a blanket for me?", you asked after a while of silence. The fire could only warm one side of your bare torso and while your skin on the front almost burned under the heat, your back cooled down extremely.

"Yer god damn demandin' for someone I just granted freedom", the man answered and lit a cigarette. He didn't give any indication of actually handing you something to warm you up. After a sigh, you remained silent and watched the flames.

"You can stay at my camp. That's as good as it gets, darlin'", he flicked the finished cigarette into the fire, "unless you can pay. Which I highly doubt."

He had a cocky smile on his face. What exactly did he expect? That you would suddenly procure a ten dollars bill and pay him for a blanket? Of course he didn’t. He knew you had nothing.

"Want me to lie down for you?", you asked. But the expression of the man changed immediately into one of disgust.

"I’m afraid I’m not interested. I generally don’t entertain women with dubious morals."

"I ain't no whore", you explained calmly. You would have bet your life that the man in front of you had slept with more people than you had. Not only was he older, but he also was somewhat handsome. So, you despised his assumption.

"Sure", he snickered. You watched his face closely and saw how the disgust dissipated. He could tell you weren’t a prostitute. You had been so insecure even to remove your cloths in front of him. But Arthur admired that you were willing to get laid, only for a blanket to cover yourself up.

For a while, nobody spoke. You listened to the logs being devoured by the flames or the occasional cricket calling for a mate. Arthur started a small carving project before he stuck the knife into the ground next to him and put his hat lower into his face. It was night, probably very late by now. Even though you had survived a rather tricky day, you weren’t as tired. A gut feeling told you to stay awake.

"Don't try no funny business or you might regret it", the man warned before he settled into a half-recumbent position and remained silent. You waited. With open eyes and attentive spirit you endured until his chest was heaving with even breaths. Occasionally, your gaze wandered to the knife next to him. There was no other way out. You couldn't walk away, or you'd freeze or be killed – besides, you couldn’t simply walk into a town without wearing a top. Theoretically, you could steal something from him. His saddlebags must at least contain a spare shirt you could take and run off with. Maybe you should even steal his horse. But you were positive he'd wake up and shoot you dead if you even attempted it. Waiting until the next morning was useless too. Why wouldn't he just tie you up again and drag you to the law to collect your bounty?

This left one option: Kill him and then run off with his things. It was easy. His knife was there, almost begging to be used by you. You would slit his throat and it would be over before he could even wake up. Only one problem: you had never killed someone. But this was about your survival and you figured you would be able to do it in the heat of the moment.

After a deep breath you reached for the knife. Your fingers had barely closed around the handle when the man jumped up, twisted it out of your hand and before you knew it – you were pinned to the ground, the man promptly sitting down on your thighs to prevent you from getting up. For a second, he had loosened the grip around your wrists. You lost not a moment. Your hands shot up to his throat, grasping it firmly. If you can't stab him, you would choke him. But the man didn't stir. Even with both your hands, you couldn't reach around the man's throat entirely, and since he had you pinned from your waist down, you couldn't exert all your strength.

He chuckled lightly. Tears started to prick your eyes. You fucked up. Great. You assaulted a killer, and now what?

Like they were burdocks, he peeled your hands off his throat.

"What did you want with the knife? I'd recommend not lying to me."

You took a shaky breath, your brain working miles an hour, waging if a lie would do less harm. The man saw you considering, took your wrists and pinned above your head to the ground. You felt fully exposed, lying with bare torso under this huge man. He leaned over you, slowly putting more of his weight on your body. You groaned. You had guessed he wasn't putting his full weight on your body before, and you had been right.

"'m listening?"

You sucked in a breath and whispered a shaky: "Wanted to kill you."

A quick smile darted across the man's face: "At least yer honest."

He was lying on top of you entirely now, his beard scratching your cheek. He whispered: "Tell me, huh,… what am I supposed to do with ya?" Even if you wanted to answer, there was no air left in your lungs to form words. Slowly, he grinded his hips against yours and you felt his hard bulge pressing into your heat. He seemed to rather enjoy the hoarse whine he earned for that.

One hand of his was enough to keep both of yours in place. The other one wandered down your arm, touching you almost tenderly until he had reached your boob, which he roughly squeezed. You wriggled underneath him. If you had been able to, you would have begged him to get off.  As if he understood, he let go of your hands and stood up. He looked down on you, tilting his head and taking in your feeble frame underneath him.

"I preferred you tied up anyways", he stated before he walked over to the tree to fetch some of the rope. You didn't dare to move. The knife he had twisted out of your hand wasn't that far off, but you were too scared to even think about attempting an escape. You simply watched the man pick up the rope.

He turned you around, tying your arms behind your back.

"That'll do, don'tcha think?", he asked satisfied.

"What are you gonna do with me?", you asked anxiously

"Haven't decided yet. You really threw your freedom away with that pathetic attempt of yers."

Grabbing you by the shoulder he helped you into a sitting position. He was squatting next to you, his eyes roaming your face. With a gentle movement he wiped away the tears on your face with his calloused fingers. You flinched at first, out of fear he'd hit you.

"No crying, alright? Them tears don't do your pretty face any good", he said, almost in a friendly. You choked down a sob, nodding hesitantly. When he stood up again to walk back to his little spot, he picked up the knife in the process, putting it back into its sheath. He got comfortable, sliding down the trunk and lowering his hat into his face. "Get some rest", were the last words you heard from him.

At first, you didn't think it would be possible to fall asleep. Your heart was beating, and you were still freezing. Only after you crawled closer to the fire and actually lied down with your eyes closed, you felt the exhaustion. You feared you'd wake up behind bars - or worse. But it didn't matter how much of a fight you put up; sleep won in the end.

You woke up with a start. A thin blanket slipped off your body. It was dawn. The stranger was gone. Despite the blanket, which he must have thrown on top of you while you were asleep, you were cold. The fire had gone out and a slight wind blew through your hair. There was no tent, no horse. Nothing but a clean shirt on which your head had rested. You picked it up. It was clearly one of his. You slipped into it. It was too big but provided some desperately needed warmth. Only then you realized that your hands had been cut free. The remains of a burnt rope lay on the charred logs of the fireplace.

Even after years had passed, you never truly forgot the stranger. At first, you despised him for the toying around he had done, for letting you strip and sleep half naked, for the groping and threatening. After a while though, those memories faded. What remained was the essence of this encounter. You had been his bounty which he had freed for a remarkably low price. His blue eyes and how he examined your body with them was something you never quite forgot. At the end, you pitied him. Maybe, you thought, you finally saw him at what he truly was; a conflicted man. On the hunt for money, cruel and desperate and yet not cold-hearted enough to do you real harm. Every time when you thought about the man in this way, you wondered if you blew his character out of proportion and if you had got it all wrong...and yet, there was no way to confirm. At the end, all that was left of him was a shirt in a closet.

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I'm sorry that the sequel sucked even more than the first part xd But I wanted to write it anyways! oops