#no forced writing from me tonight!! my brain needs a wee break

[tvrningout-archived]

pls have this very cute sleepy tanji icon bc like him, i am very tired and will be lurking for the rest of the night uvu i’m also... gonna add the rest of the uzui family as test muses : )

[toogayforthistoday]

mermaid AU, roaring 20s AU, and fake dating AU with Hiei and Dabi too plz? ~nikkzships

@nikkzships sdgsdrhdfgjghjk!!! AHHHHHH!! NIKKI!! I love you so much oml

As a note, I apparently do not know how to ‘just write headcanons’ for these two, and I just straight up started writing bLURBS AHH-

Mermaid AU: Who is the adventurous mermaid who swims a little too close to the shore? Who is the curious human who finds them? Give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU!

It goes without saying that for this AU, their first meeting(s) would be as wee beans. For those that don’t know what I mean by wee beans, they’re all children. Cause it’s adorable, and that’s how my brain thought these up.

For Hiei, he’d be the mermaid (merman?) and Gabe would be the Human.

Just Hiei being a tsundere little shit, like “No, I’m not getting too close to the Humans! I’m just making sure they won’t find us...” but the section of shore line that Hiei likes to hang out and sunbathe in, also happens to be Gabe’s little hiding spot away from everyone. So one day while Hiei’s laid back on a rock, almost asleep, Gabe stumbles down, rubbing at their eyes, so they don’t see him. As they settle against Hiei’s rock, still not having noticed him, Hiei had noticed them, and the fact that they were upset.

“Why are you crying?”

The question makes Gabe jump, and they start rubbing harder at their face as they stand back up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be here. I’ll leave...” They lower their hands to look at him, and finally notice he’s a merman.

“You don’t have to leave yet. Not til you answer my question first, at least...”

Gabe eventually manages to calm down enough to answer him, “My family don’t like me, and keep calling me a monster...”

“Hn. A Human as pretty as you can’t possibly be a monster.” At Gabe’s smile, Hiei smiles a little too. “I’m Hiei.”

“My name’s Gabe. Will you... be my friend?”

Hiei nods, smiling more.

@junkratsloverat also asked for Mermaid!AU with Dabi, so here you go, Hannah!!

For Dabi, Gabe’s the mermaid.

Touya had been going to that section of beach almost every day for a month, now; It seemed to be ignored by most of the locals, with tall grass and weeds growing right up to the waters edge. He thought he’d heard singing coming from there one day while walking by, and he’d hoped to find the source. Touya had tripped, crying out in surprise as his face met sand, before hearing a splashing sound and silence. Today, he was hoping his luck would change.

As he walked closer, he thought he could hear a melody over the wind. Touya had to force himself to be careful this time, didn’t need to trip and scare them away again. As he crept close, the song got louder and louder, and he could start making out the words the person sung. Passing a large driftwood log, a figure came into view, leaning over a large rock to look down into a tide pool. Their blonde hair gently swayed back and forth as continued their song, watching as a small crab scuttled by a starfish. The red-head leaned forward, putting more of his weight on the log, hoping to get a better look at the singer.

The driftwood let out a creaky groan before moving under Touya, frightening both him and the blonde. The figures head shot up, looking straight at him before pushing themself away from the rock and into the water.

“Wait!” Touya cried out, running towards the rock. The crab had the good sense to scuttle under the crags of the rock, before the human accidentally stepped on him. He jumped up onto it, where the figure had been resting, looking over to try and find them, but there was no sign of them. He sighed, and sat down, catching his breath.

“I just wanted to tell you that I liked your song...”

Hearing nothing but the waves lapping against the rock in response, Touya stood back up and turned to hop off the rock.

“...You liked it?”

The question made Touya jump and whip back around to the water, quickly loosing his balance and falling back into ocean. He felt the burn of the frigged water, followed by arms around him, pulling him back up. He’s set down on the rock, just out of the water.

“Are all humans this accident prone, or is it just you?” the voice joked. Touya opened his eyes, and saw the blonde figure in front of him, still half in the water.

“...Aren’t you cold?” He asked, noticing they weren’t wearing a shirt of any kind.

“Why would I get cold? Do humans not have good circulation? Is that why you wear those fabrics?”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Touya stared at them, confused by their questions. He looked down at the water again, and noticed something shimmering at their waist. “...Are you not human?”

The blonde shook their head. “I’m a mermaid!” A look of guilt shot across their face and they ducked down slightly. “We’re not supposed to let humans know we exist... You promise not to tell anyone, yeah?”

Touya quickly nodded as he grinned. “I promise!”

The blonde grinned back. “I’m ᎶᏗᏰᏒᎥᏋᏝ.” At the sight of Touya’s confused face, they slowly nodded, “You probably can’t pronounce that... Uhhh, you can call me Gabe?”

“And you can call me Touya!”

Roaring 20s AU: Who is new to the city or visiting family in the city? Who’s the wealthy bachelor who notices them at a party? Give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU! 

Dabi would the wealthy bachelor? With Gabe being new to the city.

Touya had been dragged to the party by Natsuo, who just wanted him to have some fun without their father constantly breathing down his neck. Gabe had also been dragged to the party, by Atsuhiro, so they could make some new friends. So Gabe’s off being a social butterfly with Atsu, and Touya notices them flitting around, and their joy is almost infectious, and he can’t help but go and say hello.

Now for Hiei... He’d be visiting Kurama for one reason or another, and Kurama convinced him to go to the party to loosen up a bit. Hiei’s always constantly stressed, and maybe a bit of light-hearted shenanigans would do him some good. Gabe’s been too busy lately to just relax, and let’s their brother Yusuke convince them to come to the party as well. Yusuke and Kurama are old friends, so of course they introduce the two, and the enjoy the party together.

Fake dating AU: Who has a plan and needs a fake partner to show to their parents or ex? Who begrudgingly agrees? Give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU! 

In both cases, it’ll be Gabe who needs a partner, cause we already have Hero!Dabi needing the fake partner for that wedding.

Hiei doesn’t understand why the witch would need him to pretend to be their date, Kurama would do a much more convincing job of it. But the longer he thinks about that, the more upset the thought makes him, so he stops thinking about it, and agrees to parade around for their family. The sight of Gabe relaxing in relief has him feeling a certain way, and now he’s confused and slightly worried there’s something wrong with him.

Hiei hasn’t experienced these feelings before, so he goes to talk to Kurama, who would surely know the answer.

“Hiei, you like them.”

“I tolerate their existence.”

“I think you love them.”

“What? No, that’s ridiculous.”

Well, Kurama didn’t have the right answer.

So Hiei goes through the week of Gabe’s family visiting, holding their hand, constantly being near them, and letting Gabe do all the talk as he watched them. On the last day of the visit, it finally clicks that he actually enjoyed being that close to them, and after today, he wouldn’t be able to do that anymore.

And fuck, Kurama was right.

So he goes and tracks them down. Luckily, Gabe’s just chilling in their room, as it’s still early, and they didn’t want to talk with anyone yet. So, true to Hiei fashion, he’s terrible with words, and just goes in for a kiss, hoping that would get his point across.

It does.

For Dabi... Hmm...

Gabe and Dabi would be chilling in a random bar, when in walks a rather attractive looking woman, who smirks when she sees Gabe and starts walking over.

“Ahh, fuck it’s my ex... Uhh... Can you make out with me?”

Dabi almost spits out his drink, “What?”

“Make out with me! I don’t want to deal with her manipulative ass tonight. I will cook you dinner for a month-” Their offer was cut off as Dabi’s fingers lifted their chin towards him, and he moved in to kiss them. Just as Gabe started to kiss back, Dabi felt a tap on his shoulder. He slowly pulled away slightly, just enough to glance at the woman, who was now sporting an offended look on her face.

“Excuse me, can you stop making out with my boyfriend?”

Dabi slowly looked her up and down, before smirking, and pulling Gabe over to straddle his lap. “Sorry, sweetheart, but I think you mean my boyfriend. They broke up with your terrible sense of style ages ago,” and pulled Gabe’s face down to connect with his again. The woman’s best impression of a fish did nothing to break their kiss a second time, leaving her to storm off, spouting off obscenities and threats.

After a minute, and neither could hear her screaming anymore, they parted again, their breathing heavier than expected. “Thanks Dabi. I... Really appreciate that.” Gabe smiled as a tint of red started to creep onto their face.

“Don’t worry about it,” Dabi smiled back, rubbing his thumbs gently on Gabe’s hips where he’d rested them. “I... Uh... wouldn’t mind skipping out on those dinners, if... you wanted to keep making out on a more... romantic basis...?”

Gabe’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah...” and they leaned in to continue their make out session.

Oops, I got carried away again!!

~ Gabe

[arsonforcharlie]

tonight was the fuck squad critmit (it’s like christmas but christianity isn’t a thing in eurolia, but i wanted to use christmas shorthand- WORLDBUILDING) special, because the main plot was not going anywhere nearly consequence-free enough for the tone we wanted to nail down. it featured presents for the squad- little brooches based on magic items everyone’s character has that came with little notes from the shop owner where they got the item. (from the left, rhonia’s magic lunchbox, the bag of trading, sergei’s impervious rod with the lightup orb attached, the diadem of brothority, and maddela’s serpent fang dagger)

we also had a lot of cheese and caramel-filled snickerdoodles and chocolate and wine to the point where i made an impromptu decision to run the session theatre of the mind because we absolutely weren’t going to clear off the battle mat. (you can almost see it under the second cheese board up there. that wasn’t even all the cheese.) tonight’s adventure involved a lot of homebrewing because i couldn’t find stats for pretty much anything i wanted, and also i wrote a knock off night before christmas that i read in my best reading-to-wee-chiddlers-by-the-fire voice from this expertly-crafted prop book in between segments. they seemed to have a good time, fortunately! god i love my friends. recap and full poems under the cut

Twas the night before Critmit, and all through the inn While Jasper was putting the trash in the bin From his holiday party, an annual bash Where all of our heroes got totally smashed. He wiped up the spilled beer and swept up the glass From the breaking of windows that had just come to pass. The fuck squad was nestled all snug in their beds While visions of beautiful dresses and jewels, or hedonistic orgies, or Reaper in a bit of leather and not much else, or huge plates of mac and cheese, or hedonistic orgies again but this time a little bit closer to the ground danced in their heads. Alone or with partners, they started to snooze And settled their brains in to sleep off the booze. But then, just as slumber began to take hold, They awoke out of doors, dressed, armed, startled, and cold. The snowdrift they lay in was not one they knew And the landscape was foreign, cold, barren, and blue. A cottage ahead was the only respite From the miserable weather on this harsh winter’s night.

partway through my first reading of the poem i realized a button of my shirt was just straight up undone and busted out with “oh my shirt just popped the FUCK open” so that really set the tone for the night

(directly after i finished the descriptive verse) Sergei: “Then you see him, Shia Laboeuf!”

frankly i’m surprised we went this long without any shia laboeuf references

the fuck squad go into the cottage to warm up, and inside find an old dwarf in a red and white robe with a long white beard, drinking from a mug of hot cocoa by the fire and checking over a list. he introduces himself as klaus, and tells the fuck squad that he needs help. rhonia immediately asks “DO WE NEED TO SAVE CRITMIT” and frankly i think we could all use that sort of initiative. he says yeah, he needs help, usually he brings presents to all the chiddlers of the world-

rhonia: “WHAT????” “chiddler. it’s slang. bobbie uses it. go away.”

- but unfortunately, this year, the mean old Grunch has stolen his sleigh and his reindeer, so he can’t give out presents! the Grunch put some sort of spell on it so he couldn’t bring it back to his house with a snap of his fingers, but if the fuck squad could bring it back, he’d definitely put them on the nice list- and that’s something a few of them deffo need. he also condones a little bit of accidental murder if they need to.

sergei: “i’ll take care of the reindeer!” saida: “I’ll take care of the murder!” rhonia: “If the reindeer die I’ll turn them into skeletons and bring them back!” everyone: “NO!”

they take fur coats that are hung by the door and set off along the road towards the eggnog sea

it’s a sea made of eggnog. maddela fills her flask. rhonia starts drinking just, like, with her hands. meanwhile, sergei, saida, and yoni begin asking me where the sewage goes. i, of course, do not have a satisfactory answer because why the fuck would i, it’s a fantasy dreamscape, so that ended poorly

Saida: “RHONIA DRANK POOP! Shit-slurper.” “you know, it’s great how i don’t even need to write down your names when i’m taking these notes because each of you are so damn identifiable.”

they’re interrupted by five odd creatures, shaped vaguely like humanoids but made of an odd hard biscuity substance with what looks like icing outlining their facial features, who demand to know who they are and where they’re going. when they say they’re going to go stop the grunch, the gingerbread guards draw their weapons. before anyone can try and calm the situation, maddela just leans forward and tries to take a bite out of one of the guards. (she does later successfully get a chomp out of one.)

(i mention something about one of the gingerbread men having a hole in them after they were stabbed) sergei: “heh it’s a glory hole” “IT’S NOT A GLORY HOLE” yoni: “it’s the Eurolia version of american pie!”

frankly i’m just happy yoni remembered the bad continent name i made up pretty much on the spot so i could justify having a fake fantasy eurovision

Saida: “if any of you fuck a figgy pudding i’m leaving” Sergei: “Don’t worry, I generally try not to fuck food.” “Not since the incident.”

Saida: “That doesn’t count, everybody fucks a little food when they’re thirteen!”

saida uses the memory gauntlets on one of the gingerbread guards, another thing that i was not prepared for. despite getting a lot of suggestions that i dismissed as horrifying (the beard suggested going back to the intolerable temperatures of being baked to life, rhonia suggested when he got his eyes piped on, that sort of thing) she instead saw this gingerbread man hugging his twin sons, tiny tim and tiny jim, and telling them that he was happy they’d be able to go to college because he was working as a guard. apparently that was worse. whatever.

me, out of hand, discussing rhonia’s armor of bones, “You could make a full body bone strapon.” rhonia: “COULD I????”

doesn’t say she can’t

the beard, interjecting: “Just curious, is the gingerbread man, like,a  DILFY gingerbread man?”

saida, returning to the important question of whether rhonia drank poop: “What if they poop royal icing? Because if they poop royal icing that means they can use it todraw little features on each other like lil gingerbread scat enthusiasts?” “SO YOU KEEP WALKING ALONG THE ROAD”

yoni puts a bit of gingerbread into the bag of trading, and when i roll on the table, i get the “bottle of ale or wine” result, so i rule she gets some rum so they drink that with the egg nog.

saida: “I’ve had dreams where we were all together. In Todd Howard’s house. Which was also a social science facility.”

“the road veers away from the coast of the Eggnog Sea, towards several rounded mountains on the horizon.” saida “AYYYYYYY TIDDAYS”

it’s not tiddays, it’s the sugarplum mountains, but that sure doesn’t stop them from making a bunch of lewd comments about the geology

“the road leads to a field, with a weird-looking snowdrift across the middle, that looks almost like one you’d see growing against a wall.” sergei: “it’s not vaginal, is it?”

still don’t know where that one came from

“fast and the furious, vaginal drift”

there are a few snowmen past the wall, and they begin throwing snowballs at the fuck squad, who join in the snowball fight eagerly.

maddela: “can i put rocks in the snowball?” saida: “wow, you were a little shit as a kid, weren’t you?”

but maddela meant a specific rock, because she had a thunderstone. she missed horribly with it, but i commend the effort.

there was a surprisingly long discussion about what food would be best to throw at these snowmen before they found out that they couldn’t throw food past this wall of force.

“alright, sergei, you’re up, what are you doing?” sergei: “i’m doing a pressed ham!”

this is a new term for me, but apparently it’s when you moon someone and press your whole ass up against the window.

why

like why in general but why in particular would you do that with a weird magical barrier

anyway he does it and takes 6 cold damage directly to his ass

“alright, so this snowman’s aiming right for your asshole i guess.” sergei: “what? he can’t see my asshole!” “I assumed you spread your cheeks.” sergei: “why would I do that?” “instinct.” sergei: “fair.”

“okay, let’s say if i roll a crit he hits you right on the asshole.” sergei: “do your worst!” and that is when i rolled my first and only nat20 of the night.

sergei: “i just took like sixteen damage to my ass, i’m not wagging my dick at them.”

they defeat the snowmen (which was indeed an encounter that i think i inadvertently stole the idea for from one of the TAZ liveshows but i realized after i statted it out so i used it) and move on without any more discussion of that

the road takes them up Mount Killjoy, where the Grunch lives in his cave. in the cave, they find a snow globe with a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer in it.

they try to take it, but the Grunch comes out with his dog mark and tells them they can’t do that. before he can explain why, a bolt of shadow comes from the entrance to the cave and destroys the snow globe, knocking it out of sergei’s hand

A dwarf walked on in tracking fresh fallen snow- The same dwarf that they met only hours ago. The miniature reindeer, before the squad’s eyes, Now freed from the globe grew to regular size. More rapid than Sergei, his coursers they came And he cackled, and giggled, and called them by name. “Now, Gnasher! Now, Ripper! Now Grinder and Pain! On, Killer! On, Chiller! On Scratch and Elaine! We have nightmares to cause, and a Critmit to steal! And soon these poor suckers won’t know what is real!” His face it was shifted, past our comprehension, The unnatural show too unnerving to mention. His flesh flopping flatly like meat from a deli With his midsection roiling from chest to his belly. “Ho ho!” said the monster in the Grunch’s house, “Your mind is your prison! I’m Sanity Klaus!”

did i make this whole adventure based around that one pun? yes, yes i did. i’m a serious dungeon master.

maddela: “are the reindeer in a, uh, 20 foot cluster with nobody else around?” “that’s real specific and makes me think you already have a plan.”

“yeah, you can’t use that without hitting sergei.” saida: “well you can do that, you’ve done that once and it’s fine!”

rhonia: “I will also let you know that I have 12 hit points right now.” yoni: “I don’t care, I want to hit things”

they fight with sanity klaus and his eight reindeer, who mostly bite, and also possess a power to turn their noses into flaming hot coals. everyone is surprisingly competent at fighting when they’re in a dream and not scared of using up resources, though, and they defeat him with very few injuries except rhonia being aged up through the use of Sands of Time

where’s that gif from the remake of jamie lee curtis holding her face and going “i’m like the cryptkeeper!” because i imagine that’s rhonia when she discovers she’s 30

maddela: “They have free will! They can do what they want!” “And what they want is to bite.”

the grunch thanks them for helping him defeat sanity klaus. it turns out, on festive nights like this, it’s easier for people in the plane of dreams to cross over to the material plane. usually the grunch does it to deliver presents every critmit, and spends most of the rest of the year working to keep sanity klaus in check, but this year he got the bright idea to get someone else in to free his reindeer and try and kill the grunch for him so he can cross to the material plane and work to spread madness there

so, the fuck squad saved critmit, and they’re definitely on the nice list despite all the innocent creatures they killed

yoni flapdragon puts the base of the snowglobe into the bag of trading, and gets a huge diamond, just, like, as big as both fists. just then, the grunch claps and they all wake up.

As the fuck squad awakened that bright Critmit morn, They were healed up, restored, bit hung over, but warm When they went down for breakfast, to all their surprise Our friend Jasper had glee in his smile and his eyes He held up a sack, that merry old bloke, Labelled “Gold to replace windows that the fuck squad broke.” “Someone left me this bag, down there, under that pine, And there are also some gifts down there that are not mine!” A teddy for Sergei, one that might fit a bear And a headdress for Maddela to go in her hair Rhonia got food and a pillow for naps, And Saida got a lavalliere- that’s four elf claps! For Yoni, a collar of intricate make With amethyst stones, that would fit her wee drake. As they opened their presents, they heard in their minds A voice that the waking world rarely would find. The Grunch calling out, his voice merry and bright “Happy Critmit to all, and to all a good night!”

[takemeawaytocamelot]

Secret Santa - Hiccups and Somersaults

Well well well @internallydeceased! I certainly got lucky when I was given YOU as my person to write for!! I have to say, I really really loved doing this. It was so much fun. I’m so sorry it took so long to get here. I definitely didn’t have the brain capacity this time around to do a series, so you just get a one shot. But I think it’s rather a good one-shot! Anyway! Happy Christmas beautiful! I hope you enjoy your wee giftie!

Thank you @moghraidhjamie for organizing this all again!!

NSFW warning since you wanted smut. : )

Claire lay drowsily on the couch, facing the fireplace. Jamie sat hunched over the desk, trying to copy and decipher the latest batch of stolen correspondence. She should probably be resting in their bed upstairs, but she’d insisted on staying with him until he finished.

“Oh!” she said suddenly, her words sharp. “Oh God!”

Before he’d made a conscious decision to move, he was kneeling at her side, papers still fluttering to the floor in his wake.

“Claire!” he said, holding her face between his hands. “Are ye alright? Has somethin’ happened? Is it the bairn? Should I send for Murtagh? Suzette? Do ye need-”

“Jamie!” she said through a laugh. “I’m just fine. We are alright.”

Forcing himself to relax a little, he nodded.

“I heard ye cry out and worried…”

“It wasn’t anything bad. Our wee Fraser is just a little more active than I was expecting.”

His heart stuttered as his eyes moved down to her belly.

“Active?”

“Would you like to feel your child?”

Without waiting for an answer, she took his hand and moved it over her stomach. At first, he didn’t feel anything. He glanced up at Claire, who smiled at him. Then it happened. It wasn’t much, a slight nudge, but it was there.

“Christ,” he breathed.

“Oh just wait. I think he was doing somersaults a moment ago.”

“I dinna ken what that is, but it sounds uncomfortable.”

Claire laughed.

“Strange,” she agreed. “It feels very strange. But good.”

Jamie stared at his hand as the bairn continued moving around. Claire giggled and he frowned up at her.

“What?”

“I think the baby’s gotten the hiccups.”

“He can do that?”

Claire nodded and her belly vibrated slightly again.

“God,” Jamie whispered. “He’s really a person…”

“Yes he, or she, is. Our very own miracle.”

The way he was stroking her belly, almost reverently, had her distracted. Every time he reached up to the top of her belly, he would brush against her breast, sending little shivers all over her body.

“Aye,” he said softly, aware of her eyes on him.

Feeling, and seeing, this child move - his child - gave him such joy he could not express. He’d been too afraid to hope for a child, with the price on his head and Black Jack hunting him. Then Claire had told him she was barren and he’d been strong for her, reassuring her that everything would be alright. But this secret hope still lingered.

“What are you thinking?” Claire asked, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair.

“How beautiful ye are, swollen wi’ child.”

She snorted and struggled to sit up. He stood and helped her, his hand holding hers. Unable to resist, he traced the lines of her lips with a finger, surprised - and quite aroused - when she bit down.

“Are you done with your letters?” she asked, her voice deep and sultry.

He eyed her with suspicion as she stared up through her lashes at him.

“No’ yet. I must finish them tonight so Fergus can return them.”

“You’ve been looking over those for hours.”

“Aye…”

She bit her lower lip and tried to hide a smile. With one finger, she began playing with the ribbon of her shift.

“Perhaps it’s time you take a break. Sometimes stepping away can help your brain sort through things and give you a solution.”

“Oh,” he said, smiling. “Is that so?”

“Mm,” she nodded. “Scientific fact.”

Jamie glanced behind him at the papers strewn on the floor. In his haste to reach her, he’d knocked over the chair as well, though he didn’t remember hearing the crash. He really did need to finish reading through them and making copies. Fergus would take the originals early in the morning and return them to the courier’s bag before they were missed. But…

“Aye,” he said slowly. “Perhaps a break would do me good. Shall I take ye upstairs for a quick nap, then?”

She opened her mouth to agree until she’d heard his last words. Then she snapped her mouth shut and glared at him.

“Not unless you intend to make love to me first.”

“Make love to ye? Surely you’re tired, Sassenach. And I dinna think the bairn would like to be jostled about, aye?”

Her glare deepened and she lumbered off the couch. She stepped closer to him, her hand running down his chest. When she reached down between his legs he grunted.

“Well I’m certainly not tired and clearly you aren’t either.”

Slowly, she began rubbing her hand against him and he lost the ability to think or breathe for a moment.

“Christ, Sassenach! What about the bairn?”

“What about him?”

His own hand was beginning to drift over her body, feeling her soft curves beneath her shift.

“I dinna expect he’d enjoy being jostled about, aye?”

“You already said that. But… How about,” she said, unbuttoning his waistcoat. “You let me worry about the baby.”

She helped him out of his waistcoat and tossed it behind them. Pulling herself closer, the bulge of the bairn pressed between them. It moved, allowing both Jamie and Claire to feel it.

His mind was split between the enticing sight of his wife undressing him and feeling their bairn move swiftly against his own skin.

Claire regained his full attention as she ran her hands under his shirt and pulled it up over his head, leaning forward to nip gently on his chest, just over his heart. The bite was only hard enough to leave a wee bruise.

“Ahh,” Jamie hissed, feeling her teeth bite just a bit harder before pulling her bodily even closer to him. “Ye wee vixen,” he muttered against her mouth as she smiled coyly.

“I believe you once told me ‘if you bed a vixen you should expect to get bit.’”

“Aye, aye, I do believe I did say that once. And it was as true that day as it is now.”

He smiled down at her, absorbing the look in her eyes, eyes that were full of hunger, and leaned down to nip at her lips. After a few minutes of fevered kissing, hands running wildly over each other’s flesh, Jamie pulled back.

“So,” he said a little breathlessly. “Shall I take ye upstairs and take ye to bed? Or shall I service ye here, where Murtagh or one of the servants might find us?”

Claire shuddered and he knew what her answer would be. She turned her back to him and walked toward the couch, dropping her shift as she did. He shed his own garments as quickly as he could, kicking off his shoes and nearly falling over in his stockings.

Standing at the arm of the couch, she glanced over her shoulder at him and bent at the waist. Both of his hands ran over her rump, sliding up her back before making the circuit again.

“Ye have the most perfect arse,” he said, giving it a squeeze. “And skin soft as silk.”

Her hips swayed back and forth, teasing him. Holding her carefully, he slid home with a satisfied grunt. Then he began rocking against her, enjoying the feel of her around him and the quiet sounds she made.

Claire began pushing back against him, driving him harder than he meant. Using his grip on her hips, he slowed her down.

“What are you doing?” she asked with a slight growl.

“I dinna want to hurt the bairn. I dinna want to be too… rough, wi’ him inside ye.”

“What did I tell you before?” she asked. “Let me worry about the baby.”

Jamie hesitated, unsure of what to do.

“But…”

“Oh for Christ’s sake!” She stood up and forced him to take a step back and pointed to the couch. “Sit.”

Obediently, he plopped himself down, a little confused. She straddled him and looked him in the eye.

“You’re not going to hurt us,” she said.

With her hands on the back of the couch, she took him in and began moving. He kissed her then, absorbing her moans. One of his hands came up and cupped her full breast, pleased with the warm weight of it. When she released his mouth, he kissed his way down her neck before reaching his target. Her skin always tasted sweet to him and he could never taste it enough.

His tongue found its way to the tip of one breast, where he teased and tantalized her sensitive flesh. She whimpered quietly, still moving her hips as best she could. Using the one hand that wasn’t grabbing Claire’s arse, he lifted her breast up to his mouth. He wanted to hear that squeak he loved, the one she insisted she didn’t make. Nibbling at her breast, he smiled as he got the sound he’d been waiting for.

“Jamie…” she panted, her skin slapping against his.

Then she was shuddering around him, fingers digging into his scalp and his shoulder. He released his hold on her breast as he came to the end of himself. They sat for a few minutes, both heaving and trying to calm down.

“See?” Claire said in a satisfied voice. “The baby is just fine.”

Jamie’s hands moved from her buttocks to her belly, eager to feel his child once more. There! He felt it, almost as though the bairn felt him and moved away. Claire’s whisky eyes were slowly closing and Jamie smiled.

After shrugging into his shirt and some careful maneuvering, Jamie carried his sleeping wife upstairs and tucked her into their bed. For a long moment, he just watched her sleep.

“God,” he prayed in Gaelic. “Protect my beloved, and the child she carries. In this day, and every day. In this place, and every place.”

Claire stirred and blinked drowsily up at him.

“Are you coming to bed?”

“Aye, in a moment. I need to clear up the papers I scattered and then I’ll come join ye.”

The smile she gave him was small but it pierced him through the heart. She was his everything. He could not, and would not, survive without her.

“Hurry back, soldier.”

Jamie leaned down and kissed her forehead before heading back to his desk.

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More Than Beneficial Part 3

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Michael Gray x Reader

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~warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, fighting, and crying.~

Prompt: You and Michael get into a fight.

A/N: This probably isn’t the best thing I have ever written but I’m honestly just trying to get back into the swing of things. Either way, I hope you enjoy it. I didn’t really know where to end it but the next part will probably be a Michael POV of getting the reader home and putting the reader to sleep. I still keep getting loads of followers, so welcome if you are new and thank you for all the support if you are a recurring reader. Feedback would be so much appreciated as I kind of feel like my account died and am feeling pretty unmotivated as of right now. Besides that thank you all for the likes/reblogs feel free to comment or send in a request. I have a prompt list floating around somewhere on my blog. (I’m pretty sure it’s tagged prompt list.) The next thing I’m thinking of writing is probably a smut of some kind. (One of the John requests I’ve received.) Okay, now I’m just rambling haha. I hope you all enjoy. Leave Feedback :)

Your body was pressed between the random man and a tall standing table, as you stared up at him. He was quite handsome and seemed like the business type. A kind guy with little to no dirt on him. The type of guy who worked a clean job, having not done a single illegal thing in his life. His name was Frank or Fred or something of that caliber, but it didn’t really matter. Too bad you didn’t aim for the nice and neat guys because this one seemed quite the catch. All you knew or cared about was that it was getting to Michael and that’s all you were looking to do. Your hand played at his arm as you made flirty conversation. Leading the conversation into one that allowed you to put your hands in his blonde hair. Complimenting him on his glassy blue eyes and his white-toothed grin. His words were smooth like a salesman but with the genuinity of a boy. You leaned up to whisper into the man’s ear looking across the room at Michael to see how much of his attention you had. Michael’s eyes didn’t move from you, observing your every move. 

Within a few seconds, Michael was walking toward the two of you. Michael had this unwavering confidence, something you always found super alluring about him. If he was on edge he did a good job hiding it. He was fearless ever since he had become a more active member of the Peaky Blinders. 

The man placed a kiss on your hand while he continued to talk sweet nothings to you. His hands moved to your hips as he gave you a twinkling smile. It wasn’t until when he felt Michael’s eyes on the two of you, that he shifted his focus to Michael. 

“Did you need something?” The man questioned, not rudely but genuinely wanting to know what he wanted, looking at Michael who just stood leaning against the table you were pressed against.

“I’m Michael, nice to meet you.” He said suavely, lighting a new cigarette. Michael’s eyes looked straight into the man’s eyes, placing the new cigarette in between his lips.

“I’m Frank. Did you have-” Frank started. 

“That’s nice!” Michael patronized, interrupting ‘Frank’ whose hands continued to play at your hips. Michael’s eyes moved from addressing Frank to addressing you. “Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?” Michael inquired quite smoothly.

“I don’t think we have anything to talk about Michael.” You slurred, not meanly but more playfully, still gazing up at Frank. You tried to regain Frank’s focus with devilish and wanting eye contact.

“I’m serious.” Michael broke his cool attitude, putting himself between you and Frank, forcing you to put your attention on Michael. You were honestly just trying to make Michael jealous but him getting upset and angry only stirred up some emotions.

“And you think I’m not?” You started getting quickly agitated. You got in Michael’s face forcing him to back up a bit.

“Is there a-” Frank started again.

“Shut up Frank.” Michael voiced, putting him in his place. He then turned to you, more pleadingly this time. “Come on, let’s go to the Side room. I -” He grabbed your wrist loosely about to pull you away from Frank. You shook your arm freeing it from his light grip.

“No! Why? So you can fuck me and then leave me when you’re done with me?” The words fell out of your mouth. Your voice got louder, attracting more attention from everyone around the bar, but you were too angry to notice. You stepped closer to Michael, tears started to form in your waterline, but you still laughed slightly at his boldness in even asking you such a question. “You Peaky boys think you run the fucking world. You find a dependable person, use them for what you see them good for, and then throw ‘em to the dogs. I don’t mean shit to you. So, don’t choose now to start acting like I do. I’m done with you, Michael Gray. So, leave me the fuck alone.” The customers that filled the bar gasped, laughed and hollered, each with their own reaction, probably depending on whether or not they knew Michael was a Blinder.

“Did you need-” Frank started to speak again.

“Shut up Frank!” You blurted in your drunken state, to which Frank cowered away a little. The bar’s silence caused you to look around to see everyone in the bar staring at you, the tiny, nicely dressed woman yelling her head off. Isaiah and Finn both looked at you with a kind of pity. 

“I’m sorry.” you said more delicately realizing you almost made a grown man wee himself.

You sprinted out of the bar, into the dark streets of Birmingham, feeling embarrassed over the amount of drunken anger you let loose. The tears flowed hard now blurring your already drunkenly hazy vision. The alcohol forced itself out of your system. As you threw up outside of the bar, a pair of hands held your hair out of the way. Your body seemingly rejected the whiskey you put in it and you were too drained to deny the help.

You looked up to see it was Michael. With all the energy you had left you tried to push him away but he pulled you to him as you continued to thrash your hands against his chest. You fell apart, tears streaming down your face. Giving up you let Michael support you fully as you cried. Michael held you to him which was honestly the most caring thing he had done for you in a long time. Your anger dwindled with the continued release of tears. His hand combed through your hair trying to relax you. You two stayed in that position for quite some time until your body calmed down almost all of the way. The only sound that could be heard was muffled sound of the people in The Garrison who seemingly had no problem going back to their loud laughing and talking. The two of you didn’t move from that position standing close in the close to darkness and almost silent.

“Come on, I’ll carry you home. You are in no state to walk,” he said sheepishly, breaking the silence. He seemed to have let down his guard a bit acting a little more vulnerable. He looked into your eyes staring at you as if you were a broken baby bird.

“No. I’m fine.” you remarked trying to regain some composure. His hands loosened around you a little as you took a step backward away from him. You soon realized you were way too drunk to be rejecting the help as you stumbled on the unsteady and spinning world around you. You almost immediately lost balance tripping as Michael caught you. He looked at you as if to say ‘I told you so.’

“Fine.” you sighed looking up at him realizing you had no other choice if you actually wanted to make it home. Michael picked you up bridal style. He carried you in silence for awhile, glancing down at you every so often to see if you were okay. Your thoughts were kind of tangled and muddled still, presumably from the alcohol that had already gone to your brain.

You studied Michael’s features. He was wearing a nice tailored suit as Peaky men usually do. He had the most beautiful jawline and facial structure. There was a small bruise on the underside of his jaw probably from a fight. His lips were rosy and looked slightly rough. He had the cutest nose, although you would never tell him in fear of hurting his masculinity. 

“You have the prettiest eyes,” you mumbled. ‘Did I really just say that out loud?’ Your face must have shown some sort of regret over your words because he laughed and then tried to respond to you reassuringly.

“Well, I’m glad that opinion you have is still intact. You’ve told me that before one time after we were done... uh...” he stuttered unsure how to word it, making you laugh.

“You know they say if you can’t say sex you shouldn’t be having it.” you stated matter of factly, now making him laugh.

“Yeah? Well, I’m in the presence of a lady and who is the ‘they’?” he asked probably poking fun at your drunkenness.

“I don’t know, people.” you worded not having any other answer come to mind.

“Oh really? Must be some important people.” he laughed at your drunken answer.

“Damnit.” you mumbled, switching the conversation topic.  “I promised to have a good time tonight…” you whined slightly resembling how a child would show upsetness.

“You mean screaming your head off at me wasn’t any more fun for you than it was for me?” he replied making you giggle. “Is that seriously what you are worried about?” he said still laughing.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean some of the stuff that I said.” he just nodded at your words expressing his forgiveness with a smile. 

“You are forgiven. We can talk about it more when you’re sober.” he laughed, not wanting to say it is okay.

After another long pause of silence, you spoke up. “You wanted to speak to me earlier. What about?” You felt his heart speed up a bit over your question.

“Oh… Don’t worry about it. What I want to tell you, I actually want you to remember. So, we’ll keep that for another time, yeah?” he smiled, making you smile too.

“Is there anything we can talk about?” you giggled glancing up at him.

“Anything you think you won't regret saying is fair game, but I think there is a lapse of judgment in that park for the time being. So… no, I guess not.” he continued laughing at your over-dramatic sigh to the statement that basically meant you would have to stay in silence.

“Spoilsport!” you called him jokingly, implying he was ruining the fun.

You were quite confused with your thoughts, being upset with Michael in the bar, smiling at him now and then wanting to shag him all the while. Too many of those feelings contradict to all be correct. What was going on? He said no emotions to which you agreed to. Why were you still upset anyway? You certainly have no right to be. You had told yourself you were over him but you now knew that was not true.

“Poor Frank…” you finally said, thinking again about your actions.

“Poor Frank’ is right.” Michael chuckled “Poor man about peed himself when you yelled at him.”

“Don’t put it all on me you were teasing him too.” You evened out the blame. “I’m Frank.’ ‘That’s Nice!” you mimicked their interaction in the bar.

“He’s a big boy, he can learn to move on from all the verbal abuse we put him through. Plus, he was in Peaky territory. You can’t just-” he started.

“Half of England is Peaky territory.” you interjected, speaking matter-of-factly.

“That’s beside the point. If he wanted a life of peaches and rainbows he should be in America or something. And he-” he continued rambling.

“I hear America is just as bad, if not worse.” you cut in again.

“You become a smart-ass and quite a handful when you’re drunk. You know that?” he chuckled locking eyes with you again.

“Well, seeing as you are holding me right now I would agree I’m quite a handful. Although, I’m not so sure about the smart-ass thing.” you spoke, your eyelids grew heavy as the conversation started to close.

“Thank you for proving my point on both.” he played, speaking almost as if you had said it. 

“Cheeky Bastard.” you taunted, yawning, and closing your eyes.

“Smart-ass.” he taunted back and returning your laughter with some of his own.

You slowly started to drift to sleep in his arms.  The darkness welcomed you, lulling you further and urging you to sleep. You fell asleep listening to the sound of Michael’s calm heartbeats through his shirt. Michael smiled down at you, pleased with the nice conversation that took place.