#also the lengths that arthur goes to keep all of his tenderness wrapped in the pages of his journal and safe from everyone.....oh we're

[prettyboykatsuki]

arthur morgan is so eldest daughter coded GOD

[natbarzal]

Connor McDavid - Until we’re gray and old

this was requested on my Wattpad and I think this fic turned out quite well so I thought I'd post it here too😊it's a little inspired by the songs 'Say you won't let go' by James Arthur and 'Love someone' by Lukas Graham

just wanna say, I don't know how exactly weddings go, so sorry if something doesn't make sense, and also, I of course know that Edmonton is in Alberta, but since Connor is from Ontario, I thought it they'd get married there :)

warnings: none

word count: 2.2k (my longest one here on Tumblr yay😂)

enjoy! 💜

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Y/n's pov:

I stood in front of the full length mirror, taking deep breaths while staring at the beautiful wedding dress I was wearing. Today was the day I was going to marry the love of my life, and no matter how excited I was to finally become Mrs. McDavid, I was also very nervous. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear the door of the room I was in open and close.

"You look very beautiful sweetie. Like a real princess." I turned around to see my mum admiring the dress with a light smile on her lips.

"Mom, I'm so nervous." I told her, my voice slightly shaky. She looked into my eyes before stepping closer to me and taking my hands into hers.

"That's completely normal, my dear. You should see how nervous I was before I married your father - I wasn't very far from running away." she said, laughing at the memory. I laughed too, feeling just a little more relaxed.

"What made you change your mind?" I asked, looking at her curiously.

"I remembered how much I love your father and that there's absolutely no one in the world that I'd rather spend the rest of my life with. Are you sure you want to spend the rest of your life with Connor?" she asked, looking at me with soft eyes and squeezing my hands.

"Yes." I answered without hesitating for a second. "Yes, I am sure. But that's not what I'm nervous about.. what if- what if I fall while walking down the aisle? Or- or I mess up my vow or I drop the ring while slipping it on Connor's hand? Mom what if-" I rambled anxiously, becoming more and more nervous again but my mum cut me off.

"Alright, no more 'what if's, okay? Everything is going to go well." she said and I nodded, closing my eyes and taking another deep breath. That was when we heard light knocks on the door.

"Yes?" my mom called as we both turned to look at the door.

"It's me. Can I come in?" said my dad from the other side of the door.

"Yeah dad, go ahead."

He opened the door and his jaw dropped the moment he saw me. He closed the door behind himself and just looked at me for a moment, being at a loss of words. I let go of my mum's hands and twirled around before stopping and looking at dad.

"So how do I look?" I asked, a nervous smile present on my lips. He looked up from my dress and into my eyes and I saw that his were already filling with tears.

"Beautiful, my darling." he whispered, coming closer. "I can't believe my little princess is getting married. I remember the day you were born like it was yesterday and now? Where did the time go?" he asked and quickly wiped the tears that slipped out of his eyes.

"Please don't cry dad, or I will cry too." I said.

"Give me one last hug as a Y/l/n?" he asked and opened his arms for me. I smiled before stepping closer to him and wrapping my arms around his neck, his wrapping around my waist. We hugged tightly for a few moments before I pulled away and looked at mom whose eyes were a little watery now as well. I motioned for her to join us and she did. We all hugged for a little while longer before there was another knock on the door.

"Yes?" I called after pulling away from my parents and straightening out the dress. The door opened and my best friend and maid of honour, Celeste, poked her head into the room.

"Are you ready?" she asked me. I looked over at my parents once again before looking back at her and nodding my head yes.

"I'm ready." I said confidently. My mum came over to me and kissed my cheek, smiling at me before exiting the room. Celeste looked at me and gave me excited thumbs up before turning around and walking out as well. I reached up and pulled my veil over my face. My dad came closer to me and offered me his arm to take, which I did and we walked out of the room together just as 'All of Me' started to play.

Leon and Celeste were the first to walk down the aisle, then my mom, then my little cousins as flower girls and then finally my dad and I.

As we were walking, I smiled at some of the people we passed. It was a small wedding really, just our closest family and friends, around 50 people in total. We didn't need nor want a big wedding, being able to celebrate it with the ones that are closest to us is the most important.

Before I even noticed, we were at the end of the aisle and my eyes were met with Connor's blue ones for the first time today. Connor came closer and stretched out his hand. My dad went to place my hand into Connor's, but not before saying "Take care of her for me, son."

"I will. I promise." Connor said and my dad finally handed my hand to Connor, going to sit down in his chair. Connor helped me up to the altar and then we took our spots opposite from each other. Connor reached to throw my veil over my head, revealing my face. 'You look beautiful' I saw him mouth and blushed before he took my hands and we turned our attention to the priest.

"Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Y/n Y/l/n and Connor McDavid in marriage. In the years they have been together, their love and understanding of each other has grown and matured, and now they have decided to live their lives together as husband and wife." he said, looking up at the guests.

"Y/n and Connor, remember to treat yourselves and each other with respect, and remind yourselves often of what brought you together. Take responsibility for making the other feel safe, and give the highest priority to the tenderness, gentleness and kindness that your connection deserves. When frustration, difficulty and fear assail your relationship, as they threaten all relationships at some time or another, remember to focus on what is right between you, not just the part that seems wrong. In this way, you can survive the times when clouds drift across the face of the sun in your lives, remembering that, just because you may lose sight of it for a moment, does not mean the sun has gone away. And, if each of you takes responsibility for the quality of your life together, it will be marked by abundance and delight." he recited. Connor and I were looking at each other the whole time and God bless whoever made waterproof mascara, because I felt my eyes slowly but surely filling with tears. God why do I have to be so emotional. Connor's eyes were a little glassy as well.

"Now it's time for your vows. Connor, you shall start." he said and everyone's looked to Connor. He took a deep breath, indicating he was just as nervous as I was before starting to talk.

"Y/n, I love you so much. When I saw you for the first time in that little café in Edmonton 3 years ago, my exact thoughts were 'Wow, that's the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.' You can ask Leon, I told him about you almost immediately." everyone laughed at that a little and looked at Leon who nodded and chuckled at the memory.

"When I came to your table and asked you if I could sit with you and you smiled at me for the first time, I knew I had to get to know you. Then, when you agreed to go out with me, I was over the moon." he said, smiling big at me. I smiled back and carefully wiped the tear that threatened to slip from the corner of my eye.

"Then we went on our first date, and then on many more dates, and every single one was amazing. By the time you agreed to be my girlfriend, I was already madly in love with you. And with every passing second that we spend together, you make me fall for you more and more.

When you agreed to marry me, I felt like the luckiest guy in the whole world. There are days when I wake up and I pinch myself to assure myself that I'm not dreaming when I see you sleeping beside me.

You're perfect for me. You're everything I could ever want in a girl and more and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, trying to make you as happy as you make me. " he finished, looking at me with so much love. I smiled back at him, a wiping away the few tears that slipped down my cheeks before clearing my throat and starting my own vow.

"I love you too Connor. I remember when I came home after you asked me on that date, I was jumping around in excitement for at least 5 minutes, that's how happy I was." I said and everyone laughed a little again.

"When we started going on dates and everything went so well and then when you asked me to be your girlfriend.. I almost couldn't believe it. I never thought I'd have someone this interested in me.

I honestly thought I would never find 'the one' till I found you. You changed my life so much and I'm so grateful for that. You make me the happiest person in the world. Even on the worst days, the ones where everything goes wrong and I just want to give up, you manage to make me smile and thanks to you, I keep going. With you, every single one of my problems goes away. " I said but it was slowly getting harder to keep talking through the tears that were now flowing from my eyes. I saw a few tears slip down Connor's cheeks as well.

"I'm in love with you, more that I thought it would ever be possible for me to be in love with someone. You're my soulmate, my better half, and I want to stay with you until we're gray and old." I finished and and at this point, I think almost everyone here was crying. I reached my hand up to wipe my cheeks before the priest started speaking again.

"Do you, Connor McDavid, choose Y/n Y/l/n to be your partner in life, to support and respect her in her successes and as well her failures, to care for her in sickness and in health, to nurture her, and to grow with her throughout the seasons of your life together?"

"I do." Connor said, looking at me with absolutely no hesitation present in his voice.

"Do you, Y/n Y/l/n, choose Connor McDavid to be your partner in life, to support and respect him in his successes and as well his failures, to care for him in sickness and in health, to nurture him, and to grow with him throughout the seasons of your life together?"

"I do." I answered, looking straight into those beautiful eyes that I fell in love with 3 years ago.

"Now it's time to exchange your rings." the priest said. One of my little cousins, being the ring bearer, ran up to us with the rings on a tray and held them up for us. Connor took mine first and reached for my left hand.

"I give you this ring as a symbol of my love for you. Let it be a reminder that I am always by your side and that I will always be a faithful partner to you." he said as he slipped the golden ring on my finger. I smiled and took the other ring off the tray, taking his left hand into mine.

"I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and faithfulness. As I place it on your finger, I commit my heart and soul to you. I ask you to wear this ring as a reminder of the vows we have spoken today, our wedding day." I said, slipping the ring onto his finger.

"By the power vested in me by the State of Ontario, Canada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." before the he could even finish the sentence, Connor had his arms wrapped around my waist and his lips were on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him with all I had. Everyone started clapping and cheering, but in that moment, everything Connor and I were able to focus on was each other.

Everything was perfect.

I wanna live with you

Even when we're ghosts

'Cause you were always there for me

When I needed you the most

I'm gonna love you 'till

My lungs give out

I promise 'til death we part

Like in our vows

[guardmesherlock-rowan]

“And the day was saved thanks too...”

Anon:   This is kind of a crazy hc request: MC inadvertently saving everyone? Like her s/o is in kidnapped and she happens to walk into the same place he is being held. As she goes thru she accidentally sets off all the surrounding traps without noticing but makes it all the way to her s/o and the villain and the s/o watches it all on the security feed. Their possible reactions seem pretty funny. MC knocks out the villain when she opens the door (cuz he was ranting and didn’t see her)?

Everything about this man screamed ‘supervillain’.  The way he had them tied down on a table, the large monitors on the wall, and the way he rambled.  One push of this big red button and a signal would go out to his little minions to tell them to start on his diabolical scheme.  He was waiting for everyone to be in place, and he wanted them to watch.  Or to gloat.  He started up on the backstory, why he was inspired, but really what had caught their attention was one monitor behind him.  

MC slipped through it, she looked both ways carefully.  But somehow she has picked the right moment where the security wasn’t immediately in the hallway.  Trying her best to stay stealthful she walked down the hallway, apparently trying to find them.  As she moved off screen they had to search the other monitors to find which ones she was still on.  They held their breath as MC knelt down to fuss with her shoe just in time to avoid being hit in the head by a swinging knife.  What kind of mad man actually put traps like that in his own hideout?  The kind that also told them about their failed plots and the times they tried to dress up as supervillains they admired and committed petty crimes.  

They watched MC as she traveled down different hallways, narrowly avoiding darts, spikes, and even at one point she turned down a different hallway at the last second, avoiding the pitfall that had started to give way just as she pivoted.  No way this building was up to any kind of code or regulations.  Finally, MC approached a door and leaned in listening very intently.  

The villain was running out of steam and started to turn away, towards the monitors, so they shouted “you’ll never get away with this!”  The villain smirked and started strutting around the room, boasting about how far they’d gotten already.  When suddenly he fell forward.  Hitting his head on the tray of torture devices he had threatened them with earlier before starting on his rant.  Where he had been standing now MC stared down at the unconscious form from the open doorway. 

“Is he?”  She worried but quickly hurried to the side of their beloved to release them.  

Sherlock Holmes: wonders if it was really all by accident that she had avoided all those traps, but is proud and looking forward to mocking the villain about how easily they were foiled later.

John Watson:  worried and needs to look over MC to make sure that she really did avoid all those traps and there weren’t any little injuries.  With a madman like that John wouldn’t have been surprised if he also had used poisons.

James Moriarty:  soft tender caresses to let MC know she doesn’t have to worry anymore.  Sebastian should also be taking care of things and Jack would be by soon for clean up.  All that’s left is letting MC know he is completely thoroughly alright.

Mycroft Holmes:  he first comes across as upset, because he was so scared watching MC stumble through it all.  It’s taking everything in him not to get worked up and do something to that horrible man.  But after making sure MC is safe, he contacts a team to let them know the situation.

Jack Stillman: the first goal, get MC somewhere safe, the second goal, get rid of this man.  There was no reason for MC to get involved, he’s not surprised, she tends to wander into danger more than is good for her, but that doesn’t change the fact that this villain put her in danger.  Now he gets to see what a ‘bad guy’ really looks like.

Sebastian Moran:  carefully looks MC over, and then moves her into the corner of the room, somewhere not immediately visible from the door.  He has a job to take care of, and if she is hurt in a way he can’t see there’s nothing he could do about it in that instant.  However, he is now itching to ask James if he can take care of the guy.

Jeremy Cassel:  “you’re so beautiful and brave!  My own hero!”  plays it up and kisses MC softly while also checking her pulse discreetly to gauge if she is upset.  He tries to keep this light hearted as he goes about finishing disrupting the plans of this cad.

Hercule Poirot: heartfelt thanks, though he’s uncomfortable having been tied down for that length of time.  Now, keeping MC at his side, it’s time to wrap things up so they can go home and make sure that the other is truly okay.

Arthur Hastings:  smiles, thanks, and will gush later about how cool it was that MC avoided all those traps.  Inquiring if she really had missed all of them or if there were hints that she had initially ignored.

George Lestrade: panic.  Pushing MC behind him while he checks on the man to make sure he wasn’t dead and goes about calling in backup.  Only remember to let them know about the traps as he glances back at MC and thinks about what she had gone through.

Mikah Hudson:  if he could’ve punched the guy, he would’ve.  He doesn’t think about the case anymore and focuses on getting MC out of there.  Surely Sherlock had already contacted Lestrade and they were on their way.  The best thing to do it make sure she was safe and away from all those traps. 

Henry Jekyll:  a light smile, a nod of appreciation, and then he goes to work in contacting Mycroft to let him know what was happening.  Giving MC’s hand a squeeze as they wait for backup as they watch the guy and make sure he cannot contact his minions.

Edward Hyde:  immediately tries to fight the unconscious man.  Takes MC calming him down to get him to tie the guy down on the same table that Edward had been trapped on.  Gives MC compliments at how well she handled everything.

‘Irene’ (conwoman hc):  she takes the rope off the table and goes over to tie the guy up where he was.  No sense in straining themselves getting him back on the table.  She turns to the system the guy had and starts work calling off the plans, or at least sending the information about the henchmen’s locations to Scotland yard. Meanwhile, she keeps glancing at MC out of the corner of her eye to make sure she was holding up alright.  This all called for a serious spa night together.

[ajokeformur-ray]

Hi, hope you're okay! Can I have a matchup for phoenix's arthur? I'm 5'4 with long blonde wavy hair & green eyes with round glasses. I'm an INFP and love true crime, I want to pursue a career in criminal psychology/profiling. I'm really quiet around new people and may accidentally say something mean (I don't mean to, I'm really trying to work on being nicer, I just panic), but once I get comfortable around people, I'm better. I also have Raynaud's , so it'd be really cool if he can react to that

I get it mostly on my fingers & it makes it difficult to move my hands lol. Thanks for doing this, I really appreciate it x

Brace your eyes, honeybee!!! This is a looooong one ksksskks under a cut!! so sorry that this was late omggg I’ve been dealing with… a lot and I had a bit of anxiety with this piece bc I love you and you’re amazing and I wanted to get this right. I hope that the length makes up for it, darling! I know you asked for just Arthur but I added his Joker by way of apology for this being late!!

WC for all four ships: 2, 977.

Arthur // wc: 730.

With a four inch height difference between the two of you, Arthur does feel a little bit more protective of you; he loves nothing more than wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tight into his body, his chin resting on the curve of your shoulder, his face buried in your warm neck as he hides himself from the world and sometimes, on his darkest days, from you. Arthur takes a great deal of comfort from even your existence, so in love with you is he. Your hair is long and he loves it. He enjoys sitting on the sofa with you sat behind him while he brushes your hair out for you (if you let him), while he washes it for you over the bath… Arthur will do anything for even five minutes more in your presence, he holds you in such a high esteem. And your eyes, oh, but he could get lost in those green oceans which gaze at him with such reverence. Arthur also makes sure that your glasses are always looked after; he makes sure that they’re in their usual place, and he gingerly holds them in between his index finger and his thumb while he wordlessly cleans them for you. You are his entire world and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you. 

You love true crime and Arthur… he doesn’t stay away from it and he does like to curl up on the sofa with you, but he’ll burrow his face in your neck because there’s enough crime just outside the apartment. He doesn’t especially want to be reminded of anything, either, but he uses this time to spend it with you. Sometimes he’ll actually watch it but that’s more because he wants to get closer to you through doing so and not because he’s genuinely enjoying it. He is your biggest supporter and Arthur will help you with anything and everything. Arthur was a tenth grade drop out so he really is very protective not only of your studying time but also of your well being. He knows better than most what can happen when one works themselves to the bone without reprieve and he’s determined that such a thing will not happen to you. He would do and be anything if it meant helping you with your chosen career path in any way. He likes to spend time with you while you’re watching true crime and he’ll ask you what you like about it, why and any and every question that he can think of. Arthur admires the passion in you, your drive and he especially loves the way that your eyes light up when you’re talking about the things you love the most.

You’re both really quiet around new people. Arthur, especially, because he’s always so scared that he’ll have a laughing fit and ruin his chances of friendship before he even knows it’s there, so preemptively does he keep his mouth shut. You sometimes say mean things but it wouldn’t deter Arthur; he’s very emotionally intuitive and I think he’d be able to see those signs of panic in you. “You didn’t mean to say it like that, did you?” You shake your head and Arthur gives you a weary, knowing smile. “Do you - I mean, do you want to - try that again?”it’s a system that stays long after the two of you are dating and it saves more arguments than it starts. You’re better when you’re comfortable around him but the system stays, both because you’re used to it by that point and also because it carries fond memories of shy smiles, half finished sentences and blushes which dust both of your cheeks in rose. 

There is nothing that Arthur can’t adapt to, there is nothing that he can’t understand. He’s eager to please and because of that is he quick to learn and as such, when you have trouble moving your hands, Arthur’s there to take them in between both of his. He’ll cup them tightly, a frown on his face as he desperately tries to warm your hands up with his. Because of his malnutrition and the various effects of all those medications he’s on, Arthur has cold hands, too, but he tries, he tries, and together, with a joint effort, do hands and souls alike warm up under each other’s tender touch. 

Joker // wc: 828.

OMGGGG this man is head over heels for you. You were with him through it all; everything that he went through and experienced, every injustice he suffered, every right and wrong… you were there through it all and you stayed, you stayed after he succumbed to all that was making him numb, after he chose the name (but not the things that came with it, he didn’t want any of those), and for that, you’re together for life. Joker is 1000000% committed to you and without you he just simply isn’t whole. He behaves in all the same ways towards you that he used to, you, his one and only person who understands him, but he’s much more protective of you. Joker is less tolerant of anything which could cause you even the smallest pieces of discomfort or hurt. You are his entire world, his whole life and his whole life and there is nothing he wouldn’t do for you. And I mean nothing. How special a soul you are, to command Arthur’s love for you. What you share is something very special, very raw and real… it’s once in a lifetime and you both know it.

Where before did Arthur hide himself in your neck, now he watches attentively. His knees bounce, his body shakes, he chuckles and laughs if the narrator makes a dark joke (and makes sure to remember it for later on; his material is never fully perfected, try as he might), and he makes sure that he remembers all those hints and tips laced within the narrative of how to get rid of forensic evidence, of how to escape and to look after oneself. You want to pursue a career in criminal psychology and in profiling and Joker is fascinated by all of it. All of it. He’s not afraid to ask you to read to him, his head cushioned on your chest late at night. His green curls fanned out across your body, his hands trailing along the sides of your body, fingers splayed to touch as much of you as he can all at once… it’s sensual, these quiet moments together and neither of you would trade them for the world. He slips off to sleep at the touch of your hand, the sound of your voice, your heartbeat in his ear… Sometimes Joker worries that because of your chosen career, that you’ll turn him in or you’ll be placed in danger because of him. You getting harmed in even the smallest of ways scares Joker like nothing else; without you, he truly has nothing left to lose. He’ll do anything to protect you, anything to keep you safe. Anything.

By this time in your relationship, you’re both more than comfortable with each other and you both know when the other person needs space or some extra love. You and Joker know each other like the backs of your hands and there’s an easy sort of intimacy between the both of you, both of you able to fully relax and to be yourselves around the other. You’re trying to work on being nicer and Joker admires that effort; he knows better than most that it isn’t easy and he would make sure that when you’re feeling like you still need to be more, he’s there to tell you that you’re enough; just because you you’re and who you are is beautiful. You have always been his greatest comfort, his biggest reason, his everything and Joker never lets you doubt it for even a second. There is nothing you could ever say or do which would make him less proud of you. Nothing. Joker loves you for all that you are, all that you have ever been and all that you will ever be and he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you.  

Joker is often out of the apartment for long stretches of time and he comes and goes at all hours of the day and night. Sometimes you wonder if he wanders the streets at night looking to get jumped. He’s so self-punishing even now, and it’s something that you wouldn’t put past him, though it does break his heart. When he comes home, he is freezing. The sweet, sweet man takes a hot shower and comes to bed, warmed up just so that he can warm you up; especially in winter, it’s so important for you to keep warm and when you can’t move your hands, Joker’s there to wait on you and he adores the way he’s able to take care of you, a natural caregiver is he. When he first found out about it, he asked you any and every question which he could think of, wanting to learn about it but also the ways it affects you and how he can help you. You have always been and will always be Arthur’s number one priority, and that’ll never change, no matter what.

Pepperminnttttt~ // wc: 710.

This one took me longer to write bc I kept blushing omgggg 🥺😍😭🥺

Heath’s six foot but I headcanon Pat to be roughly 5′8, which means that there’s a good four inches in height difference between the two of you. Pat loves to fold you in his arms, the sharp angle of his chin resting on the crown of your head. He likes to approach you from behind, a strong, muscular arm winding around your waist. It makes you jump and he chuckles, his face brushing yours, his lips in the hollow just behind your ear. “Whoa, easy, girlie,” and he glares at anyone who rolls their eyes, looks at you in a way he doesn’t like, and so on. Pat uses the reputation he never really asked for or wanted to protect you. He doesn’t care what others say about him, but about you? He’d go nuts if someone dared to go after you. You have long blonde hair and green eyes and Pat is always unable to say more than, “Wow, you look…. wow.”, a smirk on his face. You truly are beautiful and he adores every single thing about you. You’re the only one to see him for who he really is and he does everything that he can to show you how appreciative he is of you for that.

You love to watch true crime and Pat often camps out with you on the sofa, a blanket over both of your shoulders and a bowl of popcorn or something similar balanced precariously on the spaces between your laps. His fingers brush against yours occasionally when he reaches for some popcorn and he’s either feeding you kernels or chucking them up in the air and catching it effortlessly, a cocky smirk on his face if you act impressed. You want a career in criminal psychology and though Pat doesn’t really care much about his future because he prefers to live in the moment, he is so supportive of you and there’s nothing he won’t do for you. That’s not to say that he’ll even pick up a textbook for you, but he’ll be there to rub your back when you’re stressed, he’ll be there to kiss your anxieties away, and he’s there with silly comments to make you laugh when it truly counts. Love’s about sticking around and Pat proves that to you.

You’re quiet about new people but Pat isn’t deterred; he knows better than most that what you see isn’t always what you get, so he is his usual charming and persistent self. He finds ways to make conversations with you, he finds ways to get you to talk. Pat does everything he can to get to know you and if you ever accidentally say something you don’t mean, Pat gives you one of his concentrated looks. “You didn’t mean that, did you?”  // “No, I’m sorry, I - “ // “You panicked, I know. You’re not afraid of me, are you?” // “No, I - “ and you get talking that way. Pat is emotionally intuitive, very clever and very patient and there’s nothing he won’t do for you. You’re working on being nicer and Pat is so proud of you. Sometimes he’ll tap your bottom lip with a finger and say, “Play nice” if you spoke out of turn, or he’ll just look at you until you come back into yourself. You never doubt yourself around him, he doesn’t allow it, and the aura around him is so calming that you couldn’t even if you wanted to. 

Pat is always, always concerned for your health and for your well being. There’s nothing he won’t do or say for you, nothing at all, and he makes sure that he always has heating pads, gloves, anything that will keep you warm and comfortable. Pat is always holding your hands, always making sure that you’re okay, that you’re being taken care of. He reacted positively to finding out that you have Raynaud’s and when it’s hard to move your hands, he’s there waiting on you. Anything you want, anything you need, and Pat is right there for you. He loves you so so much that it drives him mad, but, well… you love him just as fiercely, and that’s what he clings to even in his darkest of hours.

Pretty panda // wc: 709.

J is a clean six foot so there is a six inch height difference between you and omgggg ~ J’s nicknames for you can be anything from shortstack, sweetcheeks, shortcake, shortie… he means it to be teasing and though he’ll toe the line of your boundaries he won’t ever push them or break them entirely. J respects you, he trusts you, and if you’re not okay with those names then he won’t use them. He loves your long hair; when the sunlight catches it, it looks golden and he appreciates the different tones. It reminds J of you, strangely; of how you have your own multiple layers and complexities. He adores your eyes, too… J doesn’t care at all about appearances but he really does enjoy looking into your eyes and seeing you look back at him. If eyes are the windows to the soul then yours, my dear, are radiant. J can read everything in your eyes - your every mood - and there’s something which doesn’t quite feel right to him unless chocolate meets green often. Sometimes at night, J has a nightmare and he needs to see those green fields to calm the pounding of his heart; he rarely wakes you up, though. He just shrugs it off and tries his best to get back to sleep. He may not be a man with a plan but he does have ideas; and they won’t bring themselves to fruition.

J finds endless amusement in the way that he’s a terrorising murderous clown and you love true crime and want to work in the same fields. He gets a good kick out of it and though he worries that you’ll be in danger or that you won’t be able to keep up with him, once he invited you along with him. “C’mon, s’no good watching it all the time - what’d’ya say - wanna, ah - see it ya’self?” Nothing special happens that night, it’s only a bank heist, but even so the thrill you get is unlike anything else. Oh, but you feel so alive. J is there for you no matter what you decide to do with your future; he can use his many connections to get you a proper foot in the door. He also doesn’t see that you need a career; he can rob a bank any day to provide you with a comfortable life, but he respects and understands and likes that you’re your own person with your own hopes and dreams and he’ll do anything to support you. 

You’re really quiet around new people but J’s not all that fussed by it. He can read body language well enough anyway, so anything that you don’t say he can read in your eyes, see it on your face. He calls you his open book, his, and the inflexion in that phrase makes your stomach swoop each and every time he says it. If you accidentally say something mean, J just exhales amusement through his nose. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t call you out on it, he just stays quiet. In his silence do you hear acceptance, understanding. He knows you didn’t mean it and that’s why he doesn’t say anything about it. When you get comfy around people, you’re better and you don’t panic as often and J appreciates the way that you relax around him. Actions speak louder than words and the way you relax around him tells J  that you trust him. You trust him. There are no words in the world which can express J’s gratitude and the way he’s so deeply touched by it and so he decides to show you every day.

You have Raynaud’s and there’s nothing that J can’t or won’t understand. When you can’t move your hands, J grumbles about it but he helps you in any way that he can. He’s there to warm your hands up, to help you to keep warm too. J runs like a heater, even when it’s ice cold outside, and he’ll help you. He might crack jokes, make comments about how your cold soul is leaking through your skin, but the twinkle of mirth in those beautiful chocolate eyes tells you more than J ever could himself. 

[rokutouxei]

he will own me, and i’ll embrace defeat

ikemen vampire: temptation in the dark theodorus van gogh / reader | 2104 | also on ao3 subspace, rope bondage, vampire bites.

mildly explicit. this is half smut, half love song. 

theo likes to do this in front of a mirror.

naked, sometimes. but it’s not a requirement. the clothes give an extra texture—a bit more restraint. mostly, these tinier details, he leaves up to you. he adjusts. that’s not what he’s here for.

you tie your hair into a sleek, high ponytail, watching your reflection in the standing mirror across the bed. the tips of your hair graze gently along your collarbone, a light touch that sends you shuddering. you know there is no reason to be frightened, or even nervous. you listen to your heartbeat—this isn’t fear. this is excitement.

theo enters the room with the ropes in his hands.

you smile at him when you make eye-contact.

he told you once already—that he’s no good with words. he is clumsy, mouth used to the shape of lies told in the interest of keeping his—and other people’s—feelings safe. arthur once said everything theo does is in the name of kindness. he’s never put himself first. he’s always in the background. for the longest time, in his own story, he was a side character with no spoken lines.

until he met you.

you read the dialogue hidden in his hands. you taste the i love you on his lips. you hear the things he’s too afraid would become real if he said them out loud.

you tell him you hear him. that you’d love if it comes out of his mouth, but—it doesn’t have to.

because you know.

“hondje.” his breath is deep. steadying. he settles into his headspace. “how are you?”

“i’m good. ready, actually.”

your nightgown, a pale pastel blue, flutters when he approaches you. he holds you in a moment of tenderness; his arms around you, your arms over each other across his waist. you feel him starting. he presses a stable, gentle kiss on your temple. you smooth the lines on your brow. you turn your head to one side; he nuzzles your pulse, thrumming against the thin skin on your neck.

you take a deep breath, and let go. you let your mind float.

he presses a kiss on your jaw just below your ear. it floods you with warmth. in this unusual mildness, theo sits you gently on the cushion you’d laid out on the floor, in front of the mirror. one arm guides you down. the other firmly grasps the rope. the show has begun.

sometimes you prefer to keep your eyes shut. focus on the metronome beat of your heart, the graze of his hands on your body, the snug grasp of rope along your skin.

today, you want to watch.

theo’s eyes are darkened with lust but are sharp and clear and present. the late afternoon sun casts a deep orange light over the both of you. he kisses your shoulder as he pulls one arm towards your back. you hear the rope, feel it around your wrist. from the mirror, you catch the small smile forming at the edge of his lips. you smile too.

he nuzzles your neck as he pulls the leftover rope, sways you gently—left, then right—you lean in full faith. he strings you in. the rope goes over your breasts; around your torso like that persuasive snake. you watch it slither over your skin, stark against it, and yet looking like it is where it belongs. you think, if it is a sin to love like this, damnation is nothing for bliss. you feel the intricate loops, the sure knots, they begin line down your spine. he presses flush against you, a second layer holding you up, going underneath the swell of your chest. you feel his heart.

you hear his “i love you.” his “thank you for trusting me like this.” his “i promise i won’t hurt you.” his eyes are deep and blue like the ocean.

you lose yourself in his flow. your second wrist is bound now. your chest open and out, nipples visible through the thin cloth of your nightgown. your nails make crescent marks where it scratches your arm as you sigh. you’re held up by rope into an elegant, attractive bow. you look at your reflection, make eye contact with yourself. helpless? vulnerable? maybe. but loved. oh, so loved.

he scoops you up into his arms, effortless in the shift in weight. he never pushes you until you’ve given him the go.

“hey,” he calls out. your name is a gentle flower on his lips. “what about your legs?”

your hands are shaking with eagerness. you nod. yes, you tell him. you pull your legs up, folding yourself at the knees. yes. please.

so he takes you gently, ropes mediating between the two of you again. winding twine, he ties your calves to your thighs. you sit knee apart. you see yourself in the mirror. bared, open. you see him too. the knit in his brow. the beads of sweat. his hands caressing your skin lightly before guiding your binds. wherever the rope touches, he follows it with a kiss. from your thigh—down your knee—to your ankle. the rope holds you together.

the rope holds you both together.

you’re close to tears. you surrender. you love him with your everything, so you surrender.

he stands up from behind you, his warmth leaving you so sudden you shudder against the restraints. he pauses.

“are you okay?”

“yeah,” you rasp.

he nods. “nothing numb?”

you shake your head. he traces a finger over the fabric of your nightgown, along where your breasts are bound, up your neck, to your jaw. he tilts your chin upwards so you face him. you can’t look him straight in the eyes; you know you would break if you did.

“nowhere too tight?”

“just right.” your voice is a thin whisper now. it is your heart that is screaming: i love you, i love you, i love you.

gently, he pulls you towards him with a length of rope like a lead, coming from the knot at the valley of your breasts. you fall gently against his chest with a thump. his warmth again. away from the reflective honesty of the mirror, you close your eyes to listen to the beat of your heart. to his. to your breaths.

you feel his hand make its way to your hair, gently stroking knots out of strands.

his voice is low, but content. “you’re doing so good.”

theo never demands to do this with you—always waits for you to initiate, for you to ask for his firm hands binding you with rope. he knows you. knows how much of a toll this must take on you; the full faith, the vulnerability, the utter helplessness.

but he always seems to forget that you like this too. that your surrender of control is the beginning of a poem that ends with i love you.

that you find love in this act of full giving.

he seems to think that for your forward-facing, headstrong nature, to be forced pliant is nothing less than a cruel restraint.

but you adore the submission; the relinquishment of all that holds you so he can pick you up. the only things keeping you steady: his rope, his strong arms around you.

he can never quite remember that you love breaking apart so he can build you right back up again. that you’re okay with being led if his hands hold the leash.

that you’re ready to be his hondje your whole life left to be lived.

the two of you stay still for a long moment. you don’t know how long you stay like that. could be five minutes, could be five years. what matters is that he has the lead wrapped around his arm and you are connected; he holds you in his arms as if he hasn’t held you for so long. he kisses your neck. you shiver.

his hot breath fans against the flesh at the crook of your neck, and you tilt your head to one side, your pulsing blood underneath for offertory.

“come on, theo,” you goad.

he runs his tongue over the flesh, warming it up, making you shiver. he groans as his fangs extend outwards, its sharp points grazing your skin ever so lightly. you take a deep breath as he angles his mouth to bite.

your blood flows from wound; he sighs at the mouthful so sweet and satisfying. the pain from the bite ebbs quickly, replaced by a thrum of heat that floods your nerves all over. it shoots through you like lightning and then lingers under your skin. you sigh against him, listen to him suck and drink and nurse your wound from where he is. the overwhelming pleasure makes you dizzy. your hands strain where they’re bound. you let out a low moan.

warm in his arms, you feel like you’re floating out in the open ocean, only pushed by the gentle waves of your desire for him, to be with him.

then, slowly, like it’s been forever, he sways you left, and right. refocusing you back to the present. gently unraveling his spell. time, which had seemingly paused in its flow, begins to tick away once more. you open your eyes as he sits you back up on your own legs. he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“bloodlust?” you ask. your voice is hoarse, like you’re drawing it from an old well.

he shakes his head. there’s blood on the corner of his mouth. a pleased shiver runs down your spine. “no. i’m good.”

he’s in a good headspace. steady. you nod your head.

“you?” he asks. holds a hand to your thigh where it’s cinched by rope. “do you…”

“no,” you say. “i’m fine.” you feel calm. maybe too calm. right now you don’t need anything else, just this.

“that’s okay.” he doesn’t sound disappointed, either. there are days where after these he pulls you up like a marionette and tosses you onto the bed where he makes love to you until you are nothing but sweat and love. but there are days like these where just sitting next to each other is the ultimate release. you look forward to both. his voice is level. “are you ready?”

you nod.

and so begins the unraveling, like a much-awaited present. he returns to his original position behind you, your back pressed to his chest like a wall to steady yourself against. you take a deep breath.

hazily, like freshly woken up, you watch your reflections in the mirror. you, looking absolutely content and spent. two pierce marks on your neck you will not want to hide from anyone. theo, whose eyes follow each inch of rope that he untwines. his hands are soothing, warm against the chill of your exposed skin. his fingers trace where your skin has raised red ridges, places the rope has touched, smoothing it gently like easing its hurt.

he rocks you gently again: left, and right. he murmurs words of encouragement against the crook of your neck as your restraints disentangle. when he is done, and the rope surrounds you both like a fairy circle, a dangerous place you’ve both inevitably crossed, your exhaustion makes you feel like you’ve lived a hundred years.

from where your mind has floated off earlier you slowly sink back into reality, the weight returning to your limbs like gravity suddenly affects you again. theo’s arms are welcoming and warm as you collapse into a puddle against him, his name a whisper on your lips.

“how are you?” he asks.

you sigh. “like goo, happy goo,” you say.

he presses a kiss on your forehead. “good.”

you’re still so out of it, focusing solely on his warmth, that you barely notice him shift position. he tucks his arms under your knees, carries you princess-style to the waiting bed. the springs creak with the weight. you let him tuck you under the sheets; he follows, lying down next to you. you turn to him with all the strength you can muster and reach out to his face with two hands.

you share a kiss.

outside, the moon watches over the lamplit streets of france like a celestial chaperone. its silver rays lay a blanket of light over where both your bodies meet. the mirror reflects its moonlight. theo holds you against his chest. face pressed against his collarbone, where you can smell his comforting musk, you look in the mirror and smile. in this embrace you hear theo’s i love you. you hope he hears yours too.

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title comes from the last line of “on bondage and homoerotic thrills” by hunter burke! read the poem!